Chapter Three - A Good Bedside Manner A few weeks had passed since "naughty student night" and Brian and Justin both had to agree that it was probably one of the hottest fucks that they'd ever had. Role-playing was definitely the way to spice up their already rather spicy sex life. The only question plaguing the men now, was what to do next? How could they possibly compete with their first attempt? Justin took it upon himself to find the inspiration that they needed. A few hours of shopping on Liberty Avenue and internet searching had led him up to this evening where he sat waiting for Brian to get home from working late at Kinnetic. As soon as he heard the lock slide on the door, Justin felt excitement rush through him. Brian pulled back the door and raised an eyebrow, as he looked his blond companion up and down. "Justin..?" Brian started to ask when he was cut off. "Dr Taylor." Justin corrected, as smoothed down the long white coat and blue scrubs. He also adjusted the stethoscope that was draped around the back of his neck. "Okay," Brian continued, eyebrows raised, "Dr Taylor, why are you... Dr Taylor?" Both the men laughed at the silliness of the question. "Because," Justin smiled, "You are in need of a thorough physical examination." "Why?" Brian pretended to be concerned, "What's wrong with me doc?" "We'll just have to find out." Justin said as he backed Brian towards the black leather chaise-longe in the corner of the loft. "Please take a seat." Justin indicated to the chair and Brian took off his grey Armani suit jacket and sat down. "God!" Brian suddenly exclaimed as he lay back in the chair, "You're not a shrink are you doc?" "No way," Justin reassured his patient with his sunshine smile, "I'm not a psychiatrist. A psychiatrist would not be able to examine you in lots of intimate and embarrassing places." This statement seemed to put Brian at ease so 'Dr Justin' decided to progress to the next stage of the role-play that he had planned. "I'm going to examine you now." Justin said calmly, " I just need you take off your shirt so that I can look at your chest." Brian complied with Justin's request and removed his shirt exposing his flawlessly toned chest and abs. "Oh dear." Justin shook his head as he stared down at the perfection that was Brian Kinney's torso. "This is not good at all." Justin slowly ran his hands over each of Brian's collarbones and down over his pecs. "I'm definitely going to have to prescribe you some ointment for that nasty condition." Justin casually announced. "What condition?" Brian questioned. "I'm afraid that your body has a severe illness," Justin explained as he shook his head again, "It's called 'too-perfect-itis'. The only treatment is lots of ointment." Justin reached over to the table a held up a bottle of scented massage lotion. "Here is your prescription," Justin handed Brian the bottle, "You must rub it over your body three times a day for the next week." "But Dr Taylor," Brian played along, "This condition causes me so much pain, I don't think that I'll be able to administer the ointment myself. Would you be able to help me?" Brian handed the bottle back to an eagerly awaiting Justin. "Of course," Justin smiled, "Whatever is best for my patient." Justin unscrewed the lid of the lotion and squeezed a generous amount on to his hands. Brian leant back as far as was physically possible in the chair so that his chest was exposed entirely. Justin began to massage the lotion into Brian's soft skin moving his hands and fingers in circular motions. Brian gasped as Justin rubbed over his nipples. "Are you okay Brian?" Justin asked, "If you are having trouble breathing I really should give you mouth to mouth." Justin grinned then deeply kissed Brian, his mouth covering the crimson lips, tasting every inch of Brian's mouth with his tongue. Brian closed his eyes, savouring the feel of Justin and returning the kiss with just as much passion. When Justin finally pulled away they were both left panting and gasping from the lack of oxygen and the arousal that the kiss had caused. Justin resumed his massage of Brian's chest, making sure that not an inch of Brian's torso was left untouched. Brian relaxed back into the chaise and allowed Justin's fingers to work their magic on his body, enjoying the pleasurable sensations and occasionally moaning. When all of the lotion had been rubbed in, Justin stood up and wiped his hands on a nearby towel. Brian felt the immediate lack of warmth from the loss of Justin's tender caress and looked up curiously at his lover to see what was next. "So," Justin broke the silence, "Is there anything else that you would like me to take a look at? Any throbbing areas that might need some attention from my skilled hands?" "Well Dr Taylor," Brian smirked, "I have one other problem, but it's kind of embarrassing." "Don't be embarrassed Brian," Justin returned the smile, "I'm sure I'll be able to help you." Brian couldn't believe he kept a straight face as he said, "It's my dick Doc!" Justin closed his eyes curled his lips inwards to keep from bursting out laughing. "I better take a look at it then." Justin said grinning as he opened his eyes and looked down at Brian's pants that were tight across the crotch. Justin knelt down beside Brian and slowly unzipped his fly, releasing Brian's extremely hard cock. Brian gasped and flung his head back as he felt Justin's hands pulling down his pants so that his beautiful cock was completely free. It took all of Justin's will power not to suck Brian's dick straight away, but he knew that Dr Taylor would never do that, so he kept in character. Instead of devouring Brian's erection he simply looked at it with one eyebrow raised. Brian, realising that his cock was not being touched, sat up slightly so that he could see what was going on. Seeing the look on Justin's face he asked, "What the matter with it Dr Taylor? Why is my dick so hard like that?" "Well," Justin began, "It seems as though your penis has a very strange disorder. There is only one cure, which thankfully, is my area of expertise." "Then cure me Doc." Brian exclaimed as he settled himself back to his former position on the chaise. "Firstly," Justin explained, "You must take some medicine." Justin held up a small white pill, which Brian immediately recognised from his 'disco pharmacologist' drug supply. Brian licked his lips and opened his mouth so that Justin could administer the 'medication'. Justin took the pill in his thumb and forefinger and gently placed it on Brian's anticipating tongue. As Justin withdrew his finger he made sure that he stroked it softly along Brian's bottom lip. Brian's mouth closed and the pill was consumed. Justin stared intently into the hazel eyes caressing Brian's cheek and silky hair slowly as they waited for the pill to take effect. "Mmm." Moaned Brian as the pill began to work and all of his senses were suddenly heightened. Taking this to be his cue, Justin said, "The second and final stage of the cure is for me to administer some extensive physical therapy." With that Justin took Brian's cock in his hand. Pre-come already shined on the tip, acting as the perfect lubricant for Justin. Justin circled his thumb around Brian's slit spreading the sticky liquid. Brian continued to moan and thrust his hips upwards wanting to feel more of Justin's smooth touch. Justin curled his fingers around Brian's hard-on and began to slowly stoke them up and down. Brian could not help but close his eyes and toss his head back as his body gave in to the tremendous pleasure that Justin's stroking hand gave him. Justin sensed Brian's need to come and decided to pump his cock harder. Severe gasping and incoherent sex noises made by Brian rewarded Justin's efforts. "Ahhh!" exclaimed Brian as he rammed his dick up and down in Justin's hand. "I'm so close... I'm so close... I'm going to come!" Brian gasped. After a few more strokes orgasm took over and Brian shot his come into Justin's hand. Prolonging the effects of the orgasm, Justin continued to rub Brian's softening dick slowly. Brian let out a definitive gasp and grabbed Justin's sleek blond hair, pulling him upwards for a heart-felt thank-you kiss. Brian's left hand buried itself in Justin's hair pulling him deeper in to the kiss, while the right clutched Justin's come-covered hand. Brian broke off the kiss to place Justin's hand to his lips and proceeded to clean each of Justin's fingers by licking all of his come from each of the digits. "I think I'm all better now Dr Taylor." Brian smiled. "Oh yes," Justin giggled, "You are definitely cured." "Not completely cured." Brian replied sitting up, his hair ruffled and face still flushed. Justin looked quizzically at him. "I still have an unhealthy desire to partake in role play." Justin laughed. "Well you're coming up with the next idea. You would not believe how hard it is to find some hospital scrubs!" "You would not believe how hard it made me to see you wearing that white coat and those hospital scrubs ." Brian returned, pulling the front of the blue material so that Justin was forced to sit on his lap. As Justin straddled Brian's legs both men leant in and lovingly kissed each other. Both wondered, as they kissed, sucked and licked each other's mouths, where their role-playing adventure would take them next. Justin was safe in the knowledge; however, that with Brian assigned to the task it was sure to be unquestionably hot! --------------------------------------------------------------------- After a review from Sarah I got inspired to make a photoshop of what Justin would actually look like in this chapter, so, for your viewing pleasure, here it is! :P (It's a cross between J.D from Scrubs, Dr. Robert Chase from House MD and of course lovely Randy Harrison!) Enjoy! "I'm ready for my physical Dr. Taylor..." God damn he's sexy!!!!