12 A Poke in the Arse

Gael felt like a new man! The fear from the morning was completely gone and he was felt 100% sure that he was going to get more than a kiss from Dr. Walker. Honestly, he’d never been put off by anyone for this long. The kink of sex in a hospital just added to the edge of his hunger.

He’d never been in a hospital before. The place didn’t smell sexy at all. It smelled like cleaning solutions and unanswered prayers. Not being fond of either, now that he was actually in the building, there might not even be enough edge of kink to make this work. Of course, somewhere in this modernistic block of cement was a red headed doctor and looking into those green eyes could make everything work anywhere they happened to be.

“May I help you,” the matron at the front desk asked.

As near as Gael could tell she probably had cement for blood. “I’m Gael McNeil. I’m looking for Dr. Jack Walker.”

“State your business.”

Gael leaned an elbow on the counter, smiling at her flirtatiously. “I’ve come to deliver his dinner.”

“You can leave it here for him.”

He gave her a wink and that was enough to get a bit of a blush out of her. “I’ve got to deliver it personally.”

Still blushing a bit, the concret in her blood turning to slurry, she cleared her throat and leaned closer. “He’s not like you. He’s,” she looked around as subtly as she could and then whispered, “Rumor is he’s... funny, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh no,” Gael said, his body language emoting that she might be the love of his life. “You see, Jackie’s a man of god, and yet somehow I think he’s fallen in love with my sister. I’m sure she’s fetched with him and if I don’t deliver this dinner she made, I’ll be sleeping in the hallway for sure.”

“Oh!” The matron didn’t look nearly as close to forty as she had. Her face was softer and she actually batted her eyelashes at him. “I will let everyone know. It’s just that he never gives any of the nurses the eye, you know? He’s ever even slapped anyone. He’s just always so ... polite!”

“That’s our Jackie for you. It’s a good thing he’s good at medicine or my sister would be marrying a preacher and that would be a dark hardship for me.”

“You’re close to your sister then?”

“I try to be a good big brother,” Gael said, shifting his hat around so it was on properly. “Now where I can I find Dr. Walker?”

“He should be in the polio ward on the fifth floor. It was very nice to meet you, Mr. McNeil.”

“The pleasure was all mine,” Gael said, tipping his hat to her.

“Just go straight back to the elevator!”

“Will do!” Gael said it like he had any idea what that was. There hadn’t been any elevators in his Dublin neighborhood as a kid. The Catholic school probably would have counted not taking the stairs as a sin and there certainly weren’t any elevators in the Irish tenements or Alfred’s estate. How hard could it be? Elevate in Latin was raise, so it was something that would take him up to the fifth floor, probably. Marvels of the modern world!

As soon as he was around the entrance desk, he saw a boy in a lighted box waving at him. He waved back. If something went wrong with it, at least they were in the hospital already. Maybe that’s why they were trying them out here. Jack probably took this thing every day, five times a day. It was nothing to be afraid of.

“Which floor, sir?”

“Five, please,” Gael said, stepping into what felt like a box.

The boy closed the expanding gate across the front of the box, then moved a handle towards the door. All together it felt like something out of a Jules Verne book. We shall now commence the plunge to the depths of the ocean or high into the sky! Mind the whale flying by. For all that Mr. Verne could tell a good story, Gael wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t rather have taken the stairs. The hospital still had to have stairs, right? The little box jerked rather too hard for Gael’s tastes at the end of the ride.

With a flourish, the boy opened the gate and held out his white gloved hand. “Your floor, sir.”

Gael stared at that open palm for a moment, signed in annoyance, and then gave him a quarter.

“Thank you sir! Have a good day! I hope your loved one gets better soon.”

Gael grunted. He’d had just about enough of everything at this point. It wasn’t going to happen, but what he wanted right then was for Jack to know just how to use his mouth and take all the stress away. There were just things he was going to have to teach Jack, considering that Jack wanted to learn. He hoped he wanted to learn.

The nurse on that floor saw him coming and ran towards him. “You shouldn’t be in here without a mask!” Which she had in her hands and on his face before he really had much say in it. “Have you had polio before?”

“I don’t know.” Gael adjusted the cotton mask a bit. “I’m here to see Dr. Walker.”

“He’s quite busy right now. We had twelve new cases this evening and if you don’t want to be another one, I suggest you go wait in his office on the third floor.”

This was the least sexy date that Gael had ever been on and he wasn’t even on it yet! Then Jack walked out of a door down the hallway. Jack had the reddest hair in all of New York, perhaps. There was also that recycled brown paper notepad in his hands as he muttered and scribbled on it. He could be wrapped up like a medical mummy, rubber gloves on his hands like Dr. Frankenstein and Gale would know him anywhere.

Long before meeting Jack, Gael had classed love in with other myths like Santa Claus and fairness, but this feeling he had as he watched Jack turn and recognize him was some internal steam of joy and wellness that he could only name love. He could almost imagine Kate-Marie marrying Jack, making them an actual family and as close as he and Jack could get to actually being married, but the thought taught him another new emotion. Jealousy. He might murder both of them if they got married. It would be the end of the world.

“What on Earth is on your mind,” Jack said.

“I was thinking about you marrying Kate-Marie.” The mask hid most of his face and perhaps enough of the sour emotion that Jack wouldn’t catch onto it.

“Well, that’s very generous, but not today.” Jack took him by the arm and guided him towards a side room. He locked the door behind them, so no one would walk in unexpectedly.“I’m sorry things have gotten so busy, but I still think it’s best if we take care of this.”

“I’m not sure this is the best place.” Gael let himself be herded into what was maybe an exam room. It was barely bigger than one of the private pleasure rooms at Alfred’s and not nearly as comfortable. The table had a paper cover on it that didn’t bother to cover the whole thing and was decorated with all manner of medical tools. It was as close as Gael ever wanted to come to actually meeting Dr. Frankenstein. He held up the brown paper bag filled with a couple of meatless calzones. “I mean, I did bring you dinner.”

“That was very thoughtful of you. We don’t have much time.” Jack changed his gown and mask, then washed his gloved hands with something that definitely smelled like Frankenstein. “Please remove your clothing.”

“Okay.” Gael said. He’d totally had something much more romantic in mind, but he could do rough and impromptu too.

Jack didn’t even pay any attention as he removed his clothes in the sexiest way he could, bending, arching his back, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I’m sorry we didn’t have time to talk about this more, but you do trust me and my medical judgement, yes? I mean we can’t technically be married, but it’s as good as the same.”

“I trust you, Jackie. I know you’re shy. Do you want me to just lean over the table and close my eyes?”

“That will work. You might feel a little pressure, but I assure you it’s for the best. I also just want to be sure, you’ve not had medical services before, no vaccinations, or examinations. This is accurate?”

“Yea,” Gael said, looking back over his shoulder with a smile. “I’m your virgin, all for you.”

Except there Gael was with his hardened excitement pressed against the exam table and there Jack was with a syringe and a needle that looked as long as Long Island. His mouth dropped open.

Jack’s hand pressed down on the small of his back and the injection was in that firm round buttocks before Gael was able to draw breath to object. The response when it came was in Irish, a whispered and not complimentary Irish.

The smile reached Jack’s eyes and he leaned over Gael. He gave his shoulder a kiss and for the first time reached around to touch Gael’s hard point of interest. “I realize you were expecting a different penetration and I will fully take care of that, my darling, but medical work first. You are the most beautiful man since Adam.”

The grumbling turned to soft moans as Jack kissed the back of his neck. “Now there, what was in that shot will keep you from getting sick. I wanted you to have it before we go do your little brothers and sisters. You be a good boy and when I get home, I’ll kiss it and make it all better.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. I would like to do some blood tests as well, but you can put your pants back on. I also see that you are not circumcised. Would you like to be?”

“You can keep the blades away from my flute, thank you very much.”

“I’ve always wanted to take up a musical instrument.” Jack winked. “Forgive me for this being about medicine and not about a date? I will make it up to you, as soon as I get off this shift.”

“There’s nothing to forgive. I do trust you, but I’m gettin afraid my flute will get rusty before you get any spare time.”

“Think you can make it another day? I’ve read that such... patience, can be quiet intense.”

“They put that in medical books do they?”

“No,” Jack said, side stepping just exactly what he’d been reading. “How was your first day at the office?”

“Better than a poke in the ass,” Gael teased.

“Such a pretty ass.” Jack finished drawing blood quickly. “There. Dress and get out of here. Polio is very unpleasant and I don’t want you getting it. I’ll try to be home tomorrow night.”

“You better be.” Gael buttoned up his shirt, but rolled his tie and put it in a jacket pocket. “Or I’ll be back down here looking for you.”