V (boyxboy short stories)

Vital.

     It's not many things that make people stop dead on their tracks while heading somewhere. Because there're always people around and no matter how interesting something seems, you can't bring yourself to just stop and gawk, it's weird.

     But there goes Valter, standing there awed on a concrete path, with a parking lot behind him, a kindergarten playground to the right, more paths and grass to the left and a small emergency center ahead.

     Said emergency center had a wall sized window, but to Valter it looked like a wall sized painting that proved to be breath-taking enough to make a fool out of him.

     And it truly was like a painting. Everything was immobile inside, save for the clock on the wall whose pointers kept twitching, making it stand out bizarrely in the still environment that captured Valter in its impression of timelessness.

     And there was him, just as frozen. He was sprawled on his boss chair, arm stretched to rest on the desk as if he'd been stopped mid writing something. He was gazing into space with half closed eyes, head propped on his other arm, elbow on the armrest. His left leg was stretched out enough for his foot to peek out the other side of his desk.

     His hair was messy, with uneven strands of tricky colors that changed whenever a cloud passed, but altogether derived from brown. His nose was slim and pointy, the profile of his face similar to that of a fox's. His cheekbones were so sharp Valter was surprised one didn't hurt the palm it leaned on.

     Valter could not walk away from this. Then again, he's been standing there for enough time to wonder how lost the man could be in his little world to not notice.

     With a heavy gulp, he focused on his own reflection on the window and arranged his black, longish hair, ruffling it around before patting his clothes in place. Glancing a last time at the man, he went to the right and climbed the short row of stairs before entering a little lobby. It was connected to the doctor's room through a door frame.

     He entered, and the man's eyes lingered on the desk a second before raising to meet Valter's, who halted a little. The doc's nose was just as slim from the front, giving his face a noble look.

     "Hello." he sketched a smile, sitting up from his sprawled position. "I'm doctor Edwin Kovacs, how may I help you?"

     "Hi." Valter put on a charming smile, successfully hiding the panic bubbling inside. "I just came for a quick check up if that's fine."

      "It's great!" Edwin stood up, the chair squeaking. "Always good to be precocious. You can take a seat." he waved at the long turquoise bed covered with a thin white sheet on one quarter.

     Valter sat down casually, though his hands were gripping the edge. Edwin walked in front of him, looking simply professional in his long white coat, underneath which he was wearing a black long-sleeved t-shirt and white, light pants with cute fluffy slippers!

     Valter must've stared at those, because the doctor glanced down and chuckled. "It's a dare from the nurse, funny old lady, ignore them." he said, at which Valter laughed. "All right, now grin for me."

     The man obliged, watching as the doctor leaned to his level to check his teeth. Valter's palms got sweaty as he tried to think on the last thing he ate... he should've bought a chewing gum beforehand!

     "Good, now open wide."

     Valter did, only to happily feel the man's experienced fingers touch his jaw and move his head up and down. From then on, those fingers kept professionally touching Valter here and there with an accuracy that was inexplicably attractive. He almost swayed after the touches, and when they searched his hair he felt like purring. Those long, slim, determined fingers, he just felt the urge to grab them and... hold them.