Date: Fri, 17 Oct 2003 09:25:48 EDT
From: SolCorazon@aol.com
Subject: Enslaving David Chapter 5

Copyright 2003 SolCorazon. All rights reserved.
Disclaimer: If love and sex offend you, if you
are under 18 and/or this is illegal in your
area, don't read.
This story is copy written by me and may not be
used without my permission. All of the people in
this story exist only in my twisted dreams.
If you like this story, please let me know at SolCorazon (at) aol (dot) com

To JB. Your words move me. I miss you. I love you.

                 Enslaving David

                  By SolCorazon

Chapter 5


After taking him home with me last week, I
didn't go back to the bar.

I couldn't.

Every day after work, I'd go home and actually
pace the floor. I had an itemized list in my
head of reasons why I had to stay my ass home
and not go to the bar. I knew he'd be there. I
knew that I'd end up taking him home with me
again.

I knew that it was crazy and stupid but I was
starving for him. Feenin. A fuckin hellacious,
constant, nagging ache.

So how'd he end up here now? I'd let him in and
then stood in front of him, blocking him from
entering any further into my apartment. We were
just about chest to chest.

I looked down into his eyes, a pale, slate blue
today, matching the color of the scrubs he had
on. He had come here directly from work
apparently. I had only beaten him by about five
minutes. Like me, he must have showered before
he left. His hair was damp and he smelled of
soap and shampoo.

He drew me to him without touching me at all.
His presence in my apartment filled me with a
thousand emotions and I couldn't identify any of
them. His face, his eyes, his sweet essence
coaxed me closer.

I wanted to climb inside of him. I nuzzled my
face against his, rubbing across his bristly
chin. I could smell him, feel his warm breath
fanning across my face. I closed my eyes.

No kissing, I thought to myself as I pressed my
lips to his very, very lightly. Maybe just a
taste to satisfy the curiosity burning within me
every time I saw his soft mouth. His lips
pressed back against mine, hungry and avid.

I lifted my mouth from his and sank my nose into
his neck, sniffing and rubbing against him. No
kissing I reminded myself. What was it about
kissing?

He'd sucked my cock the last time he was here.
And God knows I wanted to devour him. Why was
kissing so much more intimate and scary than any
of the other things I had daydreamed about doing
with him?


And he did scare me.

He had come into the break room at work earlier
today. I rarely took breaks. I kept a couple of
protein shakes in the refrigerator and would
guzzle them down whenever I got a chance and
then I'd race back to the floor.

We were always short staffed. Maybe he thought
the break room would be neutral territory,
because I'd never seen him take a break either.
Or maybe he realized I was avoiding him.

He'd looked around the room when he came in.
When he'd assured himself that just the two of
us were there, he'd walked over to the table,
sat down across from me and looked directly into
my eyes. His blue gray eyes were clear and
certain; there was a hectic flush of color
across his cheeks. He ran a hand through his
short, auburn hair.

That look seared through me. My stomach clenched
and I fought to catch my breath. As soon as he
had entered the room my heart had started to
beat its way out of my chest. Oh shit.

I want him. I want him. I want him.

He swallowed and cleared his throat. "I need to
see you," he said, voice trembling a little.

It was strange to see him like this. In the
years that I come to know him, he was my
favorite doctor to have around when a patient
crashed. His mouth was as quick as his brain and
he would rattle off orders like an auctioneer.
Clear, fast, and precise. He knew his shit.

If something happened to me, I'd want him on my
side. He fought for his patients. Fought for
life with them.

"Ok. Now you see me," I said.

"You know what I mean, David," he said.

I'd heard him call me by name I don't know how
many times, but hearing him say it now, like
this, sent butterflies chasing around in my
stomach. My break was almost over but if I got
up now, he'd see that I was hard and he'd know
it was because of him.

And if I got up now, it would be running away.
And I didn't want to do that. Kevin and I had
worked side by side since
he'd finished medical school. We had both
started at the hospital around the same time.
I'd been a new graduate nurse when I first met
him and he'd still been in training.

He was one of the few that didn't ask me why I
wasn't in medical school instead of working on
the floor as a nurse. He was one of the few that
didn't change once they finished school. I know
that one of the courses in medical school is
Asshole 101.

Sometimes I think nurses are there to remind the
doctors that there is a human being inside of
the body they are working on. Yeah, sometimes
I'm a little intense and maybe to some I take my
job too seriously. I call it being a patient
advocate. I've heard that some of the doctors
call it being a pain in the ass. They never say
it to me of course.

Kevin is one physician that I actually enjoy
working with. When we work together on a
patient, we have a kind of intuitive connection.
More than once I've handed him something he
wanted even before he asked for it or said
something that he was thinking before he had the
chance to say it out loud. He had even teased me
about it a couple of times.

So, I wasn't just gonna get up and leave. I
wasn't gonna leave someone that I liked a lot
hanging like that. Inside, I was freaking
though.

I'd worked at the hospital for years. I
socialized with my coworkers but only on the
most superficial of levels. I didn't care if
they knew I was gay; but I'm a really private
person and I don't like people in my business.
Hospitals can be like a soap opera sometimes.

He was staring a hole through me.

"Stop looking at me like that," I said.

"I always look at you like that," he said
softly. "I can't help it."

"This is not a good idea," I told him once more.

"It's already started, David," he said.

And we can stop it now, I thought to myself,
even though I knew better. I stood up. His eyes
dropped down to my cock and he licked his lips.
I don't think he was aware that he had done
that. His eyes stayed glued to me as I adjusted
myself and fixed my shirt so that whatever was
happening down there wouldn't be visible.

"My place. Tonight," I said.

I brushed past him and out of the room.