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A/N: So I was considering making this one a little more smutty, but I'm gonna spare you the agony of reading my terrible R-rated writing (for now!). Plus I'm like super busy this week so this one is kind of weird and jumbled, sorry :/ I promise I'll make it up to you Saturday! Also, the fact that this dumb story has almost a thousand reads has me like whaaat? Thank you so much, I love you guys to the moon and back!! Enjoy :)

"What is that in your eye? Oh, yeah, it's a twinkle!"

Scott glanced at his watch and sighed. One more patient until he got to go home, and he could not be happier. Today was basically hell. He had to diagnose four people with nearsightedness, two with farsightedness, and one with cataracts, and he was gonna go crazy if he had to flip through the visual acuity slideshow one more goddamned time. As he made his way down the tiny, poorly-lit hallway to the examination room, he glanced down at the patient's file, and his heart gave a little leap when he read the name: Mitch Grassi.

Mitch had been a patient at Scott's practice for three years now, and out of the hundreds of Scott's patients, Mitch was his favorite. He was cute and sassy and he always made Scott laugh. What fascinated Scott about him is that he always carried himself like royalty, even though it was just a visit to the ophthalmologist. Scott envied his self confidence. He wanted nothing more than for Mitch to share his with him, but he was too intimidated to ask him on a date. He had his reasons for wimping out, though. A lot could change with Scott's patients in the six months between appointments. One visit they're single, the next they're engaged to their loving boyfriend of, you guessed it, five months and 29 days. Okay, he may have been exaggerating a little, but still. It's happened to Scott a couple times, and he'd rather not go through that embarrassment with someone that he genuinely liked a lot, like Mitch.

But as Scott put his hand on the door handle and entered the exam room, he vowed to himself that he would at least give Mitch his number today or something. He knew himself well enough to know that if he didn't make a move now, he never would.

Mitch was sitting in the big gray examination chair, and when he heard Scott open the door, he looked up from his phone and grinned. "Dr. Hoying is in," he said playfully, slipping his phone in his pocket. "How've you been?"

"Not too bad. It's nice to see you, Mitch," Scott replied as he put Mitch's file down on the desk and sat down on his stool.

"Ditto. Okay, so I'm having a really weird problem with my right eye."

Scott shook his head and feigned disappointment. "Sorry, I don't handle that kind of stuff. Maybe you should see a podiatrist instead." Mitch rolled his eyes at Scott's shitty joke. "Kidding! Only kidding. So what's the problem?"

Mitch gave a heavy sigh, fixing his hair. "Well, uh...I kinda got something in my eye a couple days ago, and it got really red for a day or two. It's not red anymore but it still hurts a lot, so I wanted to get it checked out."

"What got in your eye?"

Mitch drummed his fingers on top of his knees, looking a little unsettled. "Um...I don't really know."

"Oh-kay...." Scott side-eyed him warily as he put on a rubber glove and reached for his retina flashlight. "You're due for a normal check-up in a month anyway, so let's do a normal exam first and see if we can identify the irritant that way."

"Be my guest," Mitch said, smiling as he leaned back against the reclining exam chair and closed his eyes. Scott took this opportunity to just take in how breathtakingly gorgeous Mitch was. He had a right, after all. He only got to see him every six months. Hopefully, if you don't wimp out again, that could change, he thought to himself.