Chapter Eleven

 

 

 

Fantasy Three

 

Quinn paced, wishing for the thousandth time that he hadn’t decided to do this. Separate vacations, they’d agreed. Time apart. A cooling-off period. Right. Just what they needed. Quinn would be the first to admit that he wasn’t easy to live with—he was dramatic and loud, temperamental and demanding, and when he was writing, he could be focused.

Then again, Pierce was busy himself. Incredibly driven. Asshole.

There was a light knock on the door. This was it. This was the man who was going to fulfill his deepest, darkest, secret fantasies. Stuff he’d never told anyone, especially not Pierce.

He was sitting on an examination table, fingers twined together, holding himself tight. “Come in.”

“Good morning. I’m Dr. Donahue.”

Dr. Donahue. As in Dr. Pierce Donahue.

As in Quinn’s lover, who was dressed in his lab coat, stethoscope around his neck, and looking at the chart in his hand.

Oh God.

Oh God.

He didn’t even stop to think. He just ran like the devil himself was on his heels.

 

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Pierce couldn’t believe he was on this beautiful island, preparing to give some guy medical examinations to fulfill the guy’s fantasies. Actually, what he couldn’t believe was the amount of money he was getting paid to do it. He’d come to give a man who wanted body mods a quick exam, and he’d been paid more than enough for that. Then they’d asked him to stay and perform medical exams and tests on this other guy. A gorgeous private island, a ton of money—he couldn’t say no, and he hadn’t.

After walking in, he’d introduced himself and looked up from the patient chart in his hands, only to see his ‘patient’ running in the opposite direction. Lean and dark, the man looked incredibly familiar. Like his wild child lover that he’d left back home. Would that make this easier, or harder?

And was he supposed to chase the man down? Was that a part of the fantasy experience for this guy? He looked back at the clipboard he had, which outlined what was expected of him. He didn’t see anything there, so he headed in the same direction his patient had taken.

The little guy was quick, disappearing into a cabin, the door slamming shut. Christ on a crutch. Clearly a case of cold feet. Was he still going to get paid? He looked around, trying to figure out what he was supposed to do next.

He heard a voice coming from the cabin. He stepped forward so he could listen. “…don’t understand. This… He’s my… He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know it’s me. I’ll still pay. I just have to call it all off. I want to go home.”

Fuck, this guy actually sounded like Quinn, too.

Pierce knocked firmly on the door.

“Go away. They’ll pay you. I changed my mind.” There was true hysteria in that voice.

“Quinn? Is that you?” It couldn’t be, could it? It didn’t make any sense. It really didn’t.

“Go away.” Hysteria and shame.

“Shit, babe, if that’s you, you’d better open this door right now.” He wanted to know what the fuck was going on.

A man came down the path in a business suit, smiling at him. “Dr. Donahue, I’m afraid there’s been a mistake.”

“Oh, yeah? What kind of mistake?”

“Your client has changed his mind. Your time is your own for the rest of the week. All of the facilities are at your disposal, and you will, of course, receive full payment.”

“My client. You mean Quinn. That’s my partner in there, I know it.” What the hell? Quinn had a medical fetish? He was a fucking doctor—why hadn’t Quinn ever said anything?

He would swear the man’s eyes twinkled.

“I’m sorry, sir. Our clients’ privacy is respected totally. However, please do enjoy the island.”

“This is fucking insane.”

“I’m very sorry for the inconvenience. However, the next flight off the island isn’t for five days…”

Wait. Wait, was this man telling him he had five days to deal with this? “So, I should just relax and take a paid vacation is what you’re saying, huh?”

“I do think that would be the wisest thing, sir.”

“Well, then. I guess that’s what I’ll do.” He kept hold of the clipboard, intent on re-reading it now that he knew the man whose fantasy it was. If they’d only put Quinn’s name down, he’d have known.

“Have a fabulous vacation.”

“Thanks, man.”

He watched the guy walk away, then turned his attention back to the little cottage in front of him. So. How exactly did he do this?

The phone inside rang within minutes, and he heard Quinn’s voice. “Hello? Yes. Thank you. I’m sorry. I just… I never… He’d hate me and I couldn’t… I love him, huh? Yeah. Can I fly out? Five days? Oh God…”

He knocked on the door again. He was going to hate Quinn if they didn’t get to the bottom of this. He was confused, he wasn’t happy, that was for fucking sure, but to hate his lover for secret fantasies? Did Quinn really believe he was like that?

Quinn’s voice sounded, right by the door. “Who is it? I don’t need anything.”

“Let me in, Quinn.”

“Please go away.” The door opened a crack, his lover right there, pale as milk.

“Quinn! It is you. Come on. Let me in. We need to talk.” Did they ever need to talk. Maybe for five days. “Sage Quinn Williams, you open that door now.”

“I…” A single tear escaped Quinn’s eyes, but his lover moved away from the door, heading back into the dark cabin.

“Shit, Quinn.” He went in and closed the door behind him, put the clipboard down on the table next to the door. “I… Come here.” He opened his arms—he couldn’t just ignore that pale face, the tears.

His wild lover barreled into his arms, sobbing. “I’m so sorry.”

He held on tight, focusing on just this, on the fact that they loved each other. “Shh. Shh.”

Quinn wrapped around him, his lover’s passion and emotion like a storm.

“We’ll deal with this, we’ll figure it out.”

Quinn shook his head. “Just forget that it happened. It was a whim. Silly.”

Pierce snorted. Hard. “Given what they’re paying me, I can only imagine what you paid them. This is no whim.”

Quinn’s cheeks flushed dark, chin ducked.

“You ready to talk? To tell me what this is all about?” To tell me why the fuck you’ve never said anything? I’m a doctor, for fuck’s sake.

“I just…” Quinn shook his head.

“You want to take a bit of time to just enjoy the location?” Look at him, being understanding and patient and shit. Quinn had better appreciate this. “There was a hammock down near the beach between a couple of palm trees. It looked big enough for two.”

Quinn nodded. “I’m sorry. I just. You have your coat on. Do you want to go change?”

“I don’t know. You want just your lover or your lover the doctor?”

Quinn’s mouth opened and closed, over and over. Pierce had read the file. Quinn wanted to be submissive, wanted to be examined, touched, spread and filled and stretched. It had been very thorough about everything, aside from the man’s name, of course.

“Come on, babe. Not talking about it isn’t going to make this go away. The cat is so out of the bag, it’s not even in the same country as the bag anymore.” And he wasn’t going to let it go. Shit, he couldn’t.

“It’s just a thing. I didn’t mean for you to find out.”

“Just a thing?” He shook his head and, arm still around Quinn’s shoulders, led him out of the door and toward the hammock. “This isn’t ‘just’ anything, babe. Let’s be upfront about that.”

“I just… I don’t want you to hate me. I don’t want things to be weird. I wish I’d just never… “

“It’s too late for wishes.”

They got to the hammock and he contemplated how best to get them both in it.

“Yeah.” Quinn held the hammock for him.

He climbed in, steadied it with one foot and held out his arms. Quinn still wouldn’t look at him, but his lover crawled into his arms, carefully. It was quiet for a long time.

He was the one to finally break the quiet. “So…”

“It was a fantasy. Just a fantasy.”

“If that’s all it was, we wouldn’t be here.”

“Why are you here?”

“Because I got a call from these guys offering me a shitload of money to play doctor.” And that was just for the initial routine exam of the dude wanting body mods. He’d thought it was a prank. Then they’d offered him a ton more to do this ‘other guy’. Had they known? They must have.

Quinn’s cheeks went almost purple, eyes closed.

“Come on, Quinn. Talk to me.”

“I was stupid. This was supposed to be totally anonymous. I can’t believe they called you. I should sue.”

They were totally getting off track here—he wasn’t interested in discussing the people who ran this place. “I can’t believe this is how I fucking found out you’re into this.”

“I should go. I’ll stay in my cabin until they can fly me out. I promise. When we get back, if you want me out, I’ll go to the apartment in the city, okay?”

“What the fuck? You want to run away instead of dealing with this? What if I think it’s a fucking turn on? What if I don’t but want to do it for you anyway? What if I think you’re a freak—you are, by the way, but I’ve thought that long before this—and I love you anyway?”

“I don’t want to do it with you if it’s just for me.”

“Why not?”

Quinn wouldn’t look at him. “Because I want it to be real, if it is you with me. I mean. A stranger…that’s like a sex toy.”

“Well, you’ll never know if you don’t talk to me about it, tell me what you want, what you need.”

Quinn shook his head. “So, what? I’m supposed to admit that I have sick fantasies about you? Jesus. I just… I just wanted to try, to do them so that I can stop thinking about you like that!”

“So they’re sick, these fantasies of yours?” Were they? If he’d thought they were sick fantasies, he wouldn’t have been here. Weird, yes. Different, strange, unusual, not something he’d ever even dreamed of. But sick? He hadn’t thought so when he’d agreed to do this before he’d known it was Quinn.

“Oh, come on. Normal people don’t… That’s not… I just…”

He would have laughed if the pain on Quinn’s face hadn’t been so real. His lover was many things—wild, brilliant, frustrating, maddening—but normal wasn’t on the list.

“Since when have you ever aspired to be normal, love? If either of us were that worried about what other people thought, not only would we not be together, but we wouldn’t be where we are today.”

“I care about what you think.”

“Well, I can’t think anything if you don’t tell me.” He felt like they were talking in circles. “So just tell me already what your fantasies are, what you want.” He knew the details, of course, from reading the file, but he needed Quinn to tell him, needed to know that Quinn wanted and needed this. Hell, he just needed to hear it from the horse’s mouth.

“I… I want. I dream about getting an exam, getting things put inside my… And not being able to say no…”

He’d read the file. Quinn had asked for shaving—balls and pubes and hole. Had asked for punishment enemas, for a series of sounds to be inserted in that pretty cock. For in-depth anal stretching and exams. Clamps, binding, mild humiliation and total submission.

He figured they were maybe covering the mild humiliation now, by making Quinn tell him. “You can’t say no, now. Tell me all about what you want.”

“I— I—” Quinn’s eyes searched his, and he could feel Quinn’s erection, hard as nails against him.

He put on his stern doctor voice, the one he used when he had patients who weren’t following his directions. “I said tell me.”

Quinn’s hips began to rock, and he didn’t think Quinn even knew. Quinn moved closer, lips near his ear. “I asked for shaving, for enemas and sounds and plugs. For my hole to be stretched. For clamps. I asked for the whole scene.”

“And if I want to give that to you? If it turns me on, too?”

Those lean hips moved faster. “Don’t tease me. That’s mean.”

“I’m not teasing. I’m trying to talk to you about this.” He put his hands on Quinn’s hips, encouraging the movements.

Soft cries brushed his ear. “Oh. Oh. Oh.”

“You should have trusted me,” he whispered. “No one can do this for you like I can.”

“You’re too important. I didn’t want to fuck up.”

“I’m so important you lied to me. That’s fucked up, Quinny.”

“I didn’t lie!” Quinn reared back, glared at him. “I didn’t ever lie to you. I just didn’t tell you a fantasy!”

“One that was so important to you that you spent all this money to make it come true.”

“I just wanted it to stop. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Don’t you understand? I just wanted to do it and hate it so that I’d stop thinking about it before you found out and thought I was sick!” There was true pain in Quinn’s voice, in the dark eyes.

“You could have trusted me.”

“I didn’t trust me.”

“Oh, Quinny…” He brought their lips together, kissing his lover hard.

Quinn tasted like tears, but there was desire underneath it, hunger, and Quinn opened up like a flower to the sun. He kept kissing, encouraging Quinn to start rocking against him again. He hadn’t felt that hunger directed at him for years.

His own cock was growing, filling to meet Quinn’s need. The hammock swayed, his lover starting to make little noises, cry out into his lips. He put his hand on Quinn’s ass, squeezing as their bodies moved together. He knew every inch of this man, every inch, and he hadn’t felt this hot in so long.

“I’m going to turn you inside out,” he promised.

“Pierce…” Quinn was leaking, a wet spot of pre-cum on the loose pants.

“I think you should call me Doctor while we’re here.”

Quinn’s body jerked, convulsing, and Pierce knew Quinn was right there, on the edge.

“And you’re going to obey every order or you’re going to be punished.”

Those lovely eyes searched his, and Pierce knew Quinn was looking to see if he was just humoring.

He narrowed his eyes. “You don’t believe me? Go ahead, test me. See just how quickly I get your ass back in that room and give you an enema.”

Quinn’s eyes went wide, the scent of spunk sudden and sweet.

Oh, fuck. His cock swelled at Quinn’s reaction, hard as could be, his balls aching. Fucking look at that. Quinn’s lips were parted, his lover flushed and sweaty. Perfect.

“Quinn…” Fuck, he could barely catch his breath.

Quinn eased the zipper down on Pierce’s slacks, fished around for his cock, then started stroking it with slow, strong strokes.

“Did I say you could do that?” he asked. It was ruined a little by the huskiness and need in his voice.

“You need it, and I can’t suck you in the hammock.”

“I still didn’t say you could. Isn’t that how this works? I’m in charge—you do as you’re told or suffer the consequences.” Though, God knew, he didn’t want Quinn to stop.

“I’ll suffer them, then. I know what you need.” That hand moved faster.

“Bitch.” His hips were pushing up as best as they could, though, into Quinn’s hold.

Quinn nodded, thumb working the tip of his cock, pushing at the slit. Groaning, he clenched his fists in Quinn’s hair.

“I can smell you. You’re going to shoot.”

“I am.” He groaned, so fucking close.

“Love you.” Quinn met his eyes. “More than life.”

“Oh, fuck!” He jerked, spunk spraying up over Quinn’s hand.

“Mmm.” Quinn’s touch slowed, the touch gentling.

He tugged Quinn closer and held on. “Mmm… I’m going to have to punish you for that, you know.”

Quinn moaned, shook his head, but there was need there.

“You need to go wash up,” he told Quinn. He looked at his watch. “You have a doctor’s appointment in a half an hour.”

That should give him enough time to make sure they still had the ‘doctor’s office’ cabin and to review the file again, set stuff up.

“I—” Quinn’s lips opened and closed, over and over.

“You heard me. Go.” He smacked Quinn’s ass for good measure.

Quinn slipped out of the hammock. “Are you sure?”

“You want another punishment before you’ve even had the first?” He met Quinn’s eyes. “I’m sure. Don’t question me again. Not while we’re here.”

“Okay. Okay. I— Okay.” Quinn looked at him, then took off.

Fuck him raw. He couldn’t remember his lover ever looking hotter. This was going to be a hell of an interesting and amazing five days.