He Doctor Is In

by Merlin7

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asm/merlin7/doctorin.php
Summary: Beckett likes to take good care of his patients. Even the reluctant ones

I slipped into Major Sheppard's room. I could do that because I have the Ancient gene, just like the Major. It's not so easy for me to work the technology as it is for the Major, but I do okay. I'd be happier not having the gene, truth be told, but nothing can be done about that. So I tend to just focus on my work. Being a doctor is what makes me happy. That and being in the same room as John Sheppard.

He's lying on his bed and I cross over to him, quietly. He was supposed to report to me in medical, but I wasn't the least bit surprised when he didn't show. Lt. Ford had explained to me how the Major had been attacked by a Wraith on the homeworld they had been exploring. Surprisingly the Wraith hadn't tried to suck the life from the Major, but he had hurled him into a rockwall hard enough to knock Sheppard out for a few minutes. That worried me a bit.

So I raise the light level and study my patient. He's lying on his stomach, a light blanket sort of pulled over him. It covers his lower back and buttocks and part of one thigh. More than enough of the Major is revealed to let me know that he's naked underneath and I catch my breath. As much from the beauty of his form as from the bruises on his shoulderblades. He had, indeed, hit the rockwall hard. Without thinking I sit down beside him and let my fingertips glide over the bruising. He twitches a bit and I freeze. Then he relaxes back into sleep and I take a chance and let my fingers curl around his shoulders.

He's tense, even in sleep. I've always guessed that his way of always looking relaxed at at ease was just a pose. The facade he presenst to the world at large. I let my fingers knead into the knots of tension and smile to myself as I feel them loosen. Smile again when Major Sheppard sighs softly. I continue my way down his back, carefully avoiding the bruised spots, and work my magic on his lower back. It's taut with tension. He sighs again and shifts a bit, giving me easier access to him. The movement also happens to dislodge the blanket and the tops of his firm buttocks are revealed to my hungry gaze. I tug the blanket the rest of the way off and he's gloriously naked before me. "Beautiful..." I whisper, and a part of me wonders what it's like to be so slim and lean muscled. Then I frown a bit because, truth be told, Major Sheppard could afford to gain a good ten pounds, or twenty. It's not because of his eating habits that he's so trim though. I've seen him eat. He has a healthy appetite and could probably eat McKay under the table, should he be so challenged.

But that was a thought for another time. Right now I needed to touch him. So I let my palms press against his ass, following the hard curves of the muscled globes. I wondered what he looked like in a pair of trim jeans. His ass looked great in his uniform, but the combat pants were a bit loose fitting so the Major's butt wasn't displayed to it's best advantage. And even from a strictly professional point of view, Major Sheppard had a beautiful ass. I let my fingers dig into it now and expected the Major to awaken. It worried me a bit that he didn't stir much, wondering if it was injury related or simply due to exhaustion . He was reactive for the most part so I decided to hold off on my diagnosis for a moment and continue with the massage.

My fingers explored every inch of his ass then one finger just had to slide between the taut globes. I brushed over his puckered opening and felt him stiffen. But it lasted only a moment and he relaxed again. Smiling to myself, I brought one finger to my mouth and sucked on it. When it was slick with saliva I brought it back to his opening and pressed in.

"Ummmm..." John moaned as his body shifted.

"Easy," I whispered, even as I pressed in deeper. I stroked his shoulder and felt him relax even as my finger pressed upward, searching for that special spot. Knew I found it when he whimpered and his inner muscles clenched around my finger. Then his body was shifting again and I saw his eyes flutter open. "It's okay, Major," I told him, seeing a bit of panic in the hazel depths.

He shifted again and whispered, "What..what are you doing?"

I locked eyes with him. "You didn't show up for your exam."

"So...you made a house call?"

"Yes." I could see he was becoming more awake and more aware and a soft moan escaped him as I butted a knuckle against his prostrate. "I wanted to make sure you were all right, Major," I explained to him. "Lt. Ford told me what happened. How the Wraith threw you into that Rock wall."

He bit his lip against another moan then nodded. "Yeah...but I'm okay. Just tired. And..." His eyes glinted a bit wickedly here, "...I hurt my back, not my ass."

I couldn't help but giggle even as I moved my finger again and made him whimper. The sound shot straight to my cock. "I'm aware of that, John," I say and then I'm leaning in to kiss him. Not our first kiss but it always feels like the first time. His lips are so beautifully sculptured and firm, and yet so soft that I want to devour them. But I make the kiss tender this time, with just a hint of hunger. "I was worried about you."

"I can see that," he replied, then he wriggles his hips as if to push my finger out of him.

But I'm not going anywhere. "I'm going to make us both feel better," I tell him, as I slide my finger out only to climb onto the bed and straddle him. I press soft kisses to the nape of his neck, feeling the tickle of his soft hair, then make my way down to his perfect ass, then I'm gripping the firm globes and spreading them open so I can touch my tongue to his opening. The way he moves at my touch and the whimpers that escape him are making me so hard that I won't last long. I press my tongue into him one last time then I'm reaching for the tube of lubricant that I brought with me and I coat my fingers and press two inside him. He's relaxed enough that I can stretch him easily and once that's done I'm moving with doctor-like efficiency. Grabbing a pillow to slide under his hips with one hand, then undoing my pants with the other. He's helping so a moment later my cock is slicked and I'm pressing into him.

He's so damn tight. Always so tight. I know it hurts him but he never says a word and barely makes a sound. I want to be buried inside him but I don't want to cause him pain, so I move slowly, holding still at times until I feel him relax around me. I bend my head to nuzzle the nape of his neck as a distraction and, finally, I'm all the way in. I feel him shifting under me and I get the hint. He wants to be on his hands and knees and I like it that way. I can get in deeper, get closer to him that way. So I shift with him and almost pull out when a moan of pain escapes him. The doctor in me knows it's from his injuries but even as I'm about to protest he whispers,

"I'm okay."

"All right," I reply, wanting to believe him . And he doesn't lie to me, but I'm all the more careful and aware as I start to move in him. Long, slow thrusts in and out and then I'm reaching around his trim waist to curl my fingers around his cock. John whimpers and it's almost my undoing. Then he growls at me.

"Harder!"

I know he's close to release. I can feel his cock throbbing in my hand and his ass muscles are clenched around my own hardness. Then I feel warm wetness on my hand and he's clenching around me and it brings my own release. My muscles tense then shake then go lax and I don't want to hurt him, or leave him yet, so I bring him down with me, so we're lying on our sides. I'm careful not to press against his back but we're still connected. Then I'm the one moaning as I feel him bring my hand to his mouth and he's licking off his own cum. It's amazing to me how everything John does is so damn erotic. Even when he's flashing his *little boy grin* at someone, it's somehow sensual. It's like John had been created for all things sexual. Which worked for me. I press my lips to his ear and ask, "How do you feel?"

He laughs softly and whispers, "Better." Then adds, "Stay with me?"

"I'm not going anywhere," I promise. I hadn't bothered to undress other than shucking pants and briefs down to one ankle. I wanted to stay connected to him so I carefully kicked off the garments and didn't worry about my shirt. I didn't want John to get cold, however, so I patted around with one hand and found the blanket, drawing it over us both. "Go to sleep," I tell him. "I'll exam you again in the morning."

"Promise?" John counters, with a sexy chuckle.

I nip his earlobe even as I tug my hand free of his grip to curl my arm around his waist. I let my fingers lightly stroke his cock. "Promise," I state firmly. "Now sleep." The doctor in me is back in full mode. He says nothing more and neither do I. We've long since passed the stage of having to say *I love you*. We say it in our hearts, in our eyes and in our bodies. And whenever needed we say it with words. But he wouldn't hear the words right now. He was already asleep. So I let my own eyes close and held on tight to him as I followed into slumber.

THE END