Getting a Filling in the Necking Anthology (m/m/m)
As Ivo walked into the surgery, the smell hit him. A mix of antiseptic and that horrid pink stuff they made you rinse your mouth out with after they'd finished their sadistic little round of torture. And a faint whiff of mint. Uniquely dentist, it transported Ivo back to his childhood and his mother's harassed voice, promising him a whole box of Smarties if he'd only, please, just try to be good at the dentist's this time.
"Ivo, you're hurting my hand," Colin hissed in his ear. Ivo let go hurriedly.
And then he looked at the dentist, and all his anxiety seemed to drain away. Right along with most of the blood in the upper portions of his body. That seemed to be heading south so fast Ivo was vaguely surprised he didn't keel straight over on the floor, leaving just his dick standing up and waving enthusiastically. The dentist was absolutely bloody gorgeous. Well, what could be seen of him was, at any rate. Green eyes twinkled above his surgical mask, and dark, almost black curls poked out from under his cap. The whole effect was Pan, gone middle-class professional. Ivo found himself wondering if there might be two tiny horns nestling in those curls under the cap. And as for the rest of him… His tight white tunic (and how come Ivo had never realised just how sexy a tunic could be?) seemed to strain to contain his muscular chest, and his trousers clung lovingly to rock-hard thighs.
Ivo heard Colin's sharp intake of breath and knew his lover was just as affected by the sight as he was. It was one of the many reasons he felt so lucky having Colin; they had very similar tastes in men.
"Ah, Mr Eccles? If you'd like to take a seat." The dentist waved politely at the chair, which looked more like a couch in its present semi-reclined state. Really, you could get up to all sorts of things in a chair like that…
"Ivo," Ivo told him as he moved forward, drawn by the lure of that mellow voice. "Please, call me Ivo."
The green eyes crinkled up at the corners. "Ivo, then. And you'd better call me Ted." As Ivo sat down, Ted set the chair in motion, reclining it even further. Ivo swallowed, feeling a sudden urge to cover his groin with his hands just in case he might be, ah, showing his appreciation a little inappropriately. "Now, have we had any particular problems, Ivo?"
Firmly pushing aside all thoughts of one particular problem in his trousers, Ivo nodded, the motion a little awkward from his recumbent position. "Yes. Back right, at the top—there's a tooth that's been bothering me lately." He felt himself blushing, and reflected that at least that meant not all of his blood was collected where it shouldn't be. "I'm afraid I haven't been to the dentist for about a decade."
Black eyebrows drew together in reproach. "Well, you should realise that might mean there'll be a fair bit of work to do. But let's take a look, shall we?"
He leaned over Ivo, the heat of his body a tangible thing. "Open wide, please."
Oh, I'd love to open wide for you, Ted, Ivo thought. Green eyes widened, and in the corner Colin made a sort of spluttering sound. Ivo felt a sudden chill. "Did I say that aloud?"
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"Ivo, you're hurting my hand," Colin hissed in his ear. Ivo let go hurriedly.
And then he looked at the dentist, and all his anxiety seemed to drain away. Right along with most of the blood in the upper portions of his body. That seemed to be heading south so fast Ivo was vaguely surprised he didn't keel straight over on the floor, leaving just his dick standing up and waving enthusiastically. The dentist was absolutely bloody gorgeous. Well, what could be seen of him was, at any rate. Green eyes twinkled above his surgical mask, and dark, almost black curls poked out from under his cap. The whole effect was Pan, gone middle-class professional. Ivo found himself wondering if there might be two tiny horns nestling in those curls under the cap. And as for the rest of him… His tight white tunic (and how come Ivo had never realised just how sexy a tunic could be?) seemed to strain to contain his muscular chest, and his trousers clung lovingly to rock-hard thighs.
Ivo heard Colin's sharp intake of breath and knew his lover was just as affected by the sight as he was. It was one of the many reasons he felt so lucky having Colin; they had very similar tastes in men.
"Ah, Mr Eccles? If you'd like to take a seat." The dentist waved politely at the chair, which looked more like a couch in its present semi-reclined state. Really, you could get up to all sorts of things in a chair like that…
"Ivo," Ivo told him as he moved forward, drawn by the lure of that mellow voice. "Please, call me Ivo."
The green eyes crinkled up at the corners. "Ivo, then. And you'd better call me Ted." As Ivo sat down, Ted set the chair in motion, reclining it even further. Ivo swallowed, feeling a sudden urge to cover his groin with his hands just in case he might be, ah, showing his appreciation a little inappropriately. "Now, have we had any particular problems, Ivo?"
Firmly pushing aside all thoughts of one particular problem in his trousers, Ivo nodded, the motion a little awkward from his recumbent position. "Yes. Back right, at the top—there's a tooth that's been bothering me lately." He felt himself blushing, and reflected that at least that meant not all of his blood was collected where it shouldn't be. "I'm afraid I haven't been to the dentist for about a decade."
Black eyebrows drew together in reproach. "Well, you should realise that might mean there'll be a fair bit of work to do. But let's take a look, shall we?"
He leaned over Ivo, the heat of his body a tangible thing. "Open wide, please."
Oh, I'd love to open wide for you, Ted, Ivo thought. Green eyes widened, and in the corner Colin made a sort of spluttering sound. Ivo felt a sudden chill. "Did I say that aloud?"
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