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Dr Free and Dr Jones Reporting In

Title: Dr Free and Dr Jones Reporting In

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Mavin. DOCTORS MAVIN

A/N: Fuck, I’m really bad at smut guys. But I needed this like air so I thought damn, I’d just write it myself

Summary:  “Why Dr Jones, this is highly inappropriate,” Gavin whispered as Michael grabbed his labcoat and pulled him into a currently unoccupied room.

“Shut the fuck up and just enjoy it Gavin, we could get fired.” Michael warned, locking the door behind him and slowly working his mouth across the dusty haired Doctor’s collarbone.

 “Why Dr Jones, this is highly inappropriate,” Gavin whispered as Michael grabbed his labcoat and pulled him into a currently unoccupied room.

“Shut the fuck up and just enjoy it Gavin, we could get fired.” Michael warned, locking the door behind him and slowly working his mouth across the dusty haired Doctor’s collarbone.

“We’re at work luv, it’s Dr Free, while we’re here,” he chastised. And Michael felt his dick leap in his scrubs.

“Fuuuck,” he moaned and Dr Free grinned. Pushing them towards the small hospital bed that was just a few feet behind them and gruffly forcing Dr Jones onto it. Dr Jones had worked his mouth up to nip gently and Dr Free’s neck. Gavin just laughed again and roughly pulled Michael’s head up.

“Oh Doctor, I think I’m falling ill. I might need you to give me a quick checkup,” he whispered into his ear, and brought their mouths together. His tongue slid over Michael’s lips before gaining entrance, snaking it’s way around Michael’s own in an intricate ballet that only they knew the steps to. Michael’s hands were seemingly everywhere. He pulled at Gavin’s hair, relishing the tiny gasp it drew out. Both men broke from the kiss to catch their breath, fiery looks in their eyes. Immediately they began pulling off their coats and uniforms, desperate to feel skin on skin.

By now Dr Free was straddling his fellow physician. He reached down and grabbed a small bottle of lube from his discarded pants, tossing it to Dr Jones.

“You’re the surgeon.” He prompted, and Michael raised an eyebrow, “Good with your hands and whatnot.”

Michael grinned and squirted a generous amount of the liquid onto his hand, quickly working his way into Gavin’s hole. Loving the look on his face as he squirmed from the touch. Biting his hand to keep from being too loud as Michael worked himself in further, scissoring slowly.

“Get on with it,” Gavin grunted through gritted teeth, and Michael needn’t be told twice. He gently removed his fingers and quickly slicked himself up as Gavin positioned himself over him. Gavin slowly lowered himself down, as Michael used all of his willpower not to push up as hard as he could. Instead he looked at the sight of his love before him. Dr Free was flushed all over. Love bites marked his chest and his hair was sticking up in every direction. His face was scrunched up in an odd mixture of ecstasy and pain that Dr Jones had come to know well. But he could never get used to it, could never get used to how absolutely gorgeous Gavin looked like this.

“Gav,” he choked out, reaching out to stroke his arm as Gavin’s eyes snapped open. He clucked gently, and shook his head.

“What did I tell you?” He said, wagging a finger in Michael’s face, “It’s Dr Free while we’re here.”

Then he started grinding himself down into Michael’s lap, picking up a steady rhythm and clutching blindly at Michael, who at this point had given up on any idea of self control. He bucked up, trying to match Gavin’s pace and reached out to stroke him gruffly. Trying to keep his hand in the pace that Gavin had set.

It was Gavin who came first. With a muted shout he spilled over Michael’s hand and collapsed onto him. Seemingly unaware of Michael now thrusting erratically inside of him. He simply sighed and nibbled on Michael’s earlobe.

Michael followed him shortly after. Biting down on Gavin’s shoulder as he spilled inside of him. Gingerly pulling himself out of the sensitive Brit’s hole and wrapping his arm protectively around his waist.

“We should probably get back to work soon,” he suggested, but Gavin just huffed into his neck.

“Nah, I’m sure two other brilliant doctors can look after people. They don’t need us.”

Michael just laughed. “If we get fired I will fucking murder you.”

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