Nurse Practicing Patience

Joseph's stretched out on the bed when Dalton walks in looking like the kind of nurse who makes you sit up straighter. After the hellos, Joseph wants to know where his usual girl went. Dalton grins, says Joseph healed up so damn fast the hospital swapped her out for a resident doing his last check-in. Dalton runs the routine—temperature, stethoscope, fingers on the wrist—smiling the whole time. Then his voice drops and he says Joseph is in killer shape, asking if he lifts. Joseph laughs, owns up to the weights, admits that’s exactly how he wrecked his hernia. Dalton keeps his touch light but the compliments get heavier, reminding him to watch his form so he doesn’t pop another one. Joseph throws in that his boyfriend Brandon’s always on his case about the same thing. Dalton’s hands drift lower, linger around the groin, eyes following the ink on Joseph’s skin. Joseph’s cock twitches and he tells Dalton he can check everything if he wants. Dalton hesitates, asks about the boyfriend. Joseph sighs, spills that Brandon’s been a dick about the injury—blaming him, acting put out, zero sympathy. Dalton’s the first person who’s actually given a damn. That’s all it takes. Dalton pulls the sheet back, gets his mouth on Joseph, and the temperature in the room jumps. They’re deep into it when the front door slams and Brandon’s voice booms that he’s home. Joseph flops onto his stomach; Dalton dives under the blanket, yanking it over both of them. Brandon storms in, launches straight into a rant about his shitty day, never once asking how Joseph feels. Under the covers Dalton rolls his eyes, then wraps his lips around Joseph’s dick again, sucking slow and quiet, one hand stroking while the other keeps the blanket from slipping. Joseph bites the pillow, trying not to moan. Brandon keeps talking, oblivious. Tells Joseph lying on his stomach is bad for recovery, that he needs to roll over. Dalton freezes for half a second, then grins under the blanket and keeps working Joseph’s cock with his tongue, daring him to stay still while his boyfriend stands three feet away bitching about traffic.