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The middle of the day was usually when an unremarkable lull settled over the nurses’ building, the rare moments in the day when stillness could envelope a room.
The hours between the morning med rush and the evening activities were when Sydney seldom saw visitors, so he’d use the opportunity to meander to the back room through the entryway behind his desk. There, he’d enter a smaller room, currently lined with extra cots and rusting storage cabinets.
Sometimes he’d curl up and take a nap on his favourite cot in the corner, or he’d pull out his notepad and doodle whatever came to mind until he prepped the days’ dinner announcements.
Either way, he was met with a surprising but not unwelcome deviation in his routine when Jedidiah appeared in the doorframe, having emerged from a working spree in his study.
He looked visibly tired in the way he did after he’d fixated on a task until his eyes hurt. He spotted the nurse in the corner and took a seat next to him, his shoulders immediately slumping forward.
Sydney briefly wondered about asking him how long he’d been up, but decided it would be more constructive for both of them if he skipped to wordlessly pulling him to lay down and rest for a bit.
Jedidiah didn’t argue when the man guided him to a more comfortable position partially on top of him, shifting so he could easily lay his head on Sydney’s shoulder.
As he relaxed and settled, he noticed that the oppressive summer heat had finally thwarted Sydney’s dark and layered earth-toned aesthetic, and he was instead sporting a loose-fitting, faded Hawaiian shirt partially unbuttoned.
From under the bold print that screamed Margaritaville, a V-shaped stretch of his pale chest was exposed, and on it a pale pinkish set of scars that curved towards his sternum.
His flat chest was only a few years old, but it had integrated so seamlessly into his vision of Sydney that it was hard to imagine a time when it had not been a blatant feature of his in the same way his hair was black, or he sported a crooked gap in his smile.
Giving in to an impulse, he reached over and brushed the scar with his fingertips, as lightly as he could manage. Sydney’s eyes shifted down, curiously observing him in his peripheral.
“These healed really nicely,” Jedidiah broke the comfortable silence between them with his observation, pausing before he took on a more inquisitive tone. “Are they sensitive?”
Sydney gave a half-shrug, one of his shoulders partially trapped under Jedidiah’s head. With the way his body worked, he didn’t often pay attention to the parts of him that weren’t painfully yelling at him.
“Sort of. A little numb towards the middle, but I feel things around the edges.”
When he looked closely, those edges weren’t quite smooth, minuscule ripples of scar tissue settling on the outline of the healed incision.
Now knowing they didn’t cause any discomfort to the touch, he let the pad of his finger settle on the soft, bumpy skin. He settled more of his weight on the elbow beneath him, so he could comfortably drag his finger towards the center of his chest using the scar as a guideline.
Sydney could feel the light touch, not quite in the same way before his top surgery, but it relaxed him. He brushed a few spots that sent a light tingle through his skin, the nerves having healed over with unique sensations.
Jedidiah explored his exposed skin, that same sense of curiosity leading his hand up a few inches to where he could see the very edge of his healed nipple under his shirt. He could tell Sydney could feel more sensation in the area by the way he twitched minutely when he made contact with it.
He subtly brushed the fabric covering it to the side, partially exposing the peach pink, ovular shape. More catching to his eye, though, was the metallic, black, studded barbell that ran through the bud of his nipple. Both of them, in fact.
Jedidiah had conflicting feelings about this particular choice of piercing–not because he cared how Sydney chose to decorate his body–but because he couldn’t deny the stereotypical bad boy goth allure it carried, born to be paired with Sydney’s old style of sheer fishnet tops and heavy eyeliner. Meanwhile, the thought of letting a sharp object anywhere near anyones nipples made him feel a little faint.
His thumb explored the edges where it flared out into scar tissue, spreading the pleasant tingle to the surface of his skin wherever he dragged his fingers.
Jedidiah took advantage of his proximity to his exposed skin and turned his head to lightly kiss the man’s sternum. His warm exhale as he leaned in tickled Sydney’s skin, combining with the graze of his fingers over his goosebumps to quietly begin to cross the threshold from relaxing to pleasing.
Sydney began to realize at the same time as him that he’d never paid much attention to the capability of sensation on his chest now, more preoccupied with the bigger picture of making sure it healed correctly.
His momentary kisses began to stray from his midline, wandering over to the side of his chest that his hand lingered on.
Sydney made a curious noise to get his attention, continuing to glance down at him. “What are you doing?”
One side of Jedidiah’s mouth just barely twitched up into a shy smile, averting his gaze as he muttered a half-chewed thought.
“I like to know where your spots are.”
Sydney made an amused noise, bordering on a snort. He felt a lot of things, he’d have to be more specific. “My ’spots’?”
“Your sensitive ones.”
He quietly clarified, only further amusing Sydney, who laughed under his breath. “You might as well pull out a clipboard to keep track.”
He teased with nothing but fondness for Jedidiah’s tendency to sort things into categories, even seemingly unsortable concepts like the mysterious ways in which his lover’s body worked.
“I knew these would take a while for the nerves to reconnect. But now that they have…” Sydney’s gaze was pulled away from where he could faintly see the light pink hue spreading on Jedidiah’s cheeks, watching as he took his thumb and directly brushed the raised part of his nipple.
He was earnestly surprised at first how much of the warmth and pressure of his finger pad he could feel, breath catching in his throat as he was caught off-guard by feeling anything at all there.
Jedidiah took advantage of the few seconds of surprise on Sydney’s face to resume kissing his chest. His shirt naturally began to drape off his shoulder, giving him better access to the unexplored spot.
The corner of his mouth brushed the jewelry embedded in his skin, and he mindlessly mouthed a soft kiss over his nipple. The unexpected hotness of his breath and unfairly soft lips made him shudder under the touch, running through his shoulders and down his body like an electric current.
“Y-Yeah, I can feel that.”
He didn’t even realize he’d tripped slightly over his words until the sentence had slipped from his mouth entirely.
Jedidiah seemed to satisfy his curiosity with having gauged what he could feel on one side, shifting to copy his experimental touches on the other side of his chest.
At a less gradual but still unhurried pace, he slipped part of his hand under his shirt, giving himself better access to reveal the identical opposite side—piercing and all.
He repeated the same set of motions, tracing as much of the full length of the scar outline as he could, making observations about the texture of the healed tissue and arousing the sleepy nerves.
Sydney’s chest still had the soft, natural but masculine curve of tissue remaining on his chest that any man of his build would have, which allowed Jedidiah to cup it with his palm.
His thumb massaged the edges of his nipple carefully, pulling back only to let his lips take over the work.
At first, the curiosity of his touch brought Sydney nothing more than a bit of amusement, but it grew until a separate pulse split off from his own, and he could feel the blood circulating under his skin diverting to wherever Jedidiah touched.
He subconsciously leaned his head back onto the old, flat pillow, a flush beginning to creep across his cheeks. His lips parted, and he let out a small, satisfied sigh.
The exploration of it all felt so natural to Jedidiah, he hadn’t realized that he’d begun to get a bit carried away, and now his body was understandably reacting. A pang of worry wormed its way into his train of thought, hissing at him that he was an inconsiderate partner for not realizing he’d probably been stirring him into an aroused state.
He popped his head back up, hastily pulling his hand off his chest and fixing his shirt back to where it sat.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to take it this far out of nowhere—“
He sheepishly apologized, ignoring the way something in his chest stuttered for several moments when he looked up and saw the relaxed, flushed look on his face.
Sydney quieted him with a soft brush of his knuckles against the stubble on his jaw, easing his worry. “It’s okay, I liked it. I would’ve stopped you if I wasn’t in the mood.”
Jedidiah felt relieved he hadn’t accidentally started something misleading or pushed him accidentally. He also felt himself growing warmer in more places than just his face, as he realized that he’d implied that he was in the mood.
“Would you mind if I…?” He glanced across the expanse of his open neck and chest that teased him, biting the corner of his lip nervously.
He received a nod from Sydney, who laid back into his relaxed position with no trouble.
“Be my guest.”
Jedidiah migrated to the base of his neck, bending his lankier legs to fit more comfortably on the small bed as he leveraged over him.
He latched his lips onto the space just above his collarbone, where his wet tongue grazed his skin. He didn’t rush, resuming the simultaneous attention to the two different spots on his chest.
He rolled his thumb back and forth over his nipple, carefully pressing just enough to feel the presence of the jewelry underneath his skin.
It reminded Sydney of the sensation of having his arm blown on just to see the goosebumps raise, the same kind of half-ticklish, half-pleasant feeling tingling up his spine every time he went over it.
His other fingers casually splayed across his lower scar, idly enjoying the unique ways it raised and twisted as it had healed.
Sydney hummed in enjoyment, his skin starting to feel cold and warm and sensitive—all at once—like his nerves were alight with each motion.
Feeling a little brave, Jedidiah moved further up his neck, trailing kisses that morphed from brief grazes of his tongue to shamelessly open-mouthed affection.
Whenever he showed it attention, Sydney would always teasingly egg him on to leave the type of dark purple, blooming love bites he left on the parts of him concealed by his clothes on his neck as well.
He was always bashfully shy about it each time he brought it up, mumbling something along the lines of ’I know you like how it hurts, but other people don’t know that, I don’t want them to think I’m hurting you’ in an adorably concerned voice.
This time, he tested the waters, picking a spot not too far below the rounded curve of his jaw and sucking on it like he was sugar-sweet candy.
That was enough for him to feel Sydney’s shoulders twitch underneath him as he pinched the skin between his teeth, not trying to leave behind anything more than the indents of his teeth and a bruise he’d find some creative way to cover.
He didn’t miss the way Sydney discreetly squeezed his thighs together as he pulled off with a pop, allowing open air to hit the wet spot and send ripples of pleasure down his body.
“That’s awfully high for a man who won’t let me leave any above his collarbone.”
He teased with a playful and breathy undertone, trying to keep his composure while Jedidiah aimed to do the opposite, slowly unraveling him.
He let out a sharp little laugh in response. “And does that ever stop you?”
Sydney ignored him, instead toying with the hem of his button-up shirt that was dangerously close to becoming fully untucked.
“Humour me. Where do you think my so-called ’sensitive spots’ are anyway?”
To Jedidiah, it was an incredibly easy question with far too many answers to list in one sitting. Every time he’d touched Sydney since they were kids, whether a simple brush of their hands or something more intimate, he’d taken note in his head of the outcome and remembered how he’d responded.
It left him with a mental filing cabinet of his body, one he could open and flip through at any moment.
He started with the easiest spot, where he was notoriously ticklish. “Below your ear is the obvious one,” He proved his point by brushing a strand of hair away from his face, neck jumping away as soon as it made contact.
“Your wrists,” He glanced to where Sydney’s hand rested out of sight on his waist, and he thought of the countless times he’d heard him let out a soft moan of relief when his wrist braces came off at the end of the day–more often than not, it resulted in him squashing down an involuntary twitch of interest that came from his groin.
Next, his hand wandered a straightforward path down below his waist, right at his hip. The skirt he was wearing was high-waisted and layered with a lightweight, decorative, ruffled green overskirt.
It easily allowed him to search for the divot of his hipbone, spreading his fingers and firmly grasping a handful of the soft fat that filled out his hips and thighs so nicely.
He gave it a soft squeeze, pulling them closer together and murmuring the last spot he’d rattle off the top of his head. “…And of course, your hips.”
Sydney squeezed him involuntarily, followed by a series of uncontrollable giggles that fell from his lips when he was nervous or excited—or in this rare case, flustered.
That one had taken the longest for Jedidiah to discover, a well-guarded secret revealed to him when he’d attempted to lessen the pain in his lower back by giving him massages.
(He noticed that Sydney would stiffen a bit when he got close to pressing on his hips, and figured it was something he could possibly alleviate with his hands.
When he looked at him, though, he was surprised to find his face unusually red with an expression on his face that said he was trying very hard not to betray anything he felt through his eyes, which was very much not working.)
Jedidiah adjusted his grip to support him, their hips meeting flushed together. Sydney could feel through the fly of his pants that he was growing hard, so he took the initiative and experimentally grinded against him, seeking a small amount of friction between them.
Sheerly out of the spirit of fulfilling his supportive role of lessening Sydney’s chronic pain, he grabbed his backside to offer his hips a bit more support.
Their faces were inches apart, and Jedidiah was sure his breath was all but audibly a little shaky. A small smile broke on Sydney’s face when he caved moments later, pushing their lips to meet.
He closed the small gap between them without a second thought, slotting together and rolling their hips with no space in between.
Jedidiah was quickly losing to the urge to moan out for Sydney as the strain on his zipper got a little tighter. The thought that just under a few thin layers of fabric, he was probably hard for him, was absolutely dizzying.
He briefly remembered where they were, though, and his thoughts grinded to a halt. “Sydney…” His voice wobbled, throat growing dry as he briefly paused and stiffened.
Sydney made a little noise in response that certainly didn’t help his rational mind win.
“Fuck, I want to take care of you—but, um—“ He looked visibly embarrassed, his voice lowered and bashful. “The door is…open.” He pointed out.
Sydney glanced over, and registered that the doorframe was indeed missing its key component.
Most of the entryways at camp were missing their doors, expensive to fit and replace for old buildings when they inevitably broke off their hinges—which was evidently what must have happened at some point by the exposed damage to the wood underneath the chipped paint.
In the next room over that they could peer into, the front door was propped open and the screen door shut, as per the rule that they weren’t allowed to close the doors during the day in case of emergencies.
However, the porch was infamously creaky when it came to approaching footsteps, and it was led up to by a gravel path that crunched loudly at the slightest motion.
Besides, it was the dead middle of the busiest part of the day for everyone but the nurses, tucked in their corner, tangled and out of breath.
Sydney looked back at him, and as if he knew exactly when to target his faltering apprehension, gave him a smug smile.
“I can be quiet.”
And that was the thing that drove Jedidiah crazy about him–he could playfully toss him a line ripped straight from the trashy porn he’d read at his side before bedtime that would usually get an unimpressed eyebrow raise from him at most, and turn it into a soft look that made him want to worship him.
He folded to Sydney’s will like a wet paper towel, glancing around nervously but nodding. The nurse wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and he soothed his anxiety with a perfectly distracting kiss that slipped them both back into right where they were in the previous moment.
Jedidiah’s hand blindly followed his leg and pulled at the bottom of his skirt, lifting it just enough so that he could slip it underneath the fabric.
He rubbed Sydney’s legs, brushing his inner thighs. They continued to kiss as he further relaxed in anticipation, letting his thighs lean open and make room for him.
When he reached the hem of his boxers, he followed up the inner seam until he approximately reached where his cock was underneath the fabric.
He pulled his middle and index fingers together, delivering light, slow strokes. Sydney looked like he was already beginning to slip into a state of bliss, and Jedidiah hadn’t even gotten the opportunity to properly touch him yet.
“Y’know,” He let out a soft giggle, suddenly hit with an old wave of nostalgia. “This is just like that one year we—“
Jedidiah knew what he was going to say before he said it, cutting him off immediately with an unsexy groan.
“Don’t remind me.”
His ears burned hot with embarrassment as he began to recall, haunted by the deja vu of an old memory he’d tucked away. The edges of it were fuzzy in his mind, probably due to the fact that his brain had repeatedly tried to permanently delete it in fear of being subjected to cringing for the rest of his life.
It was one of the many summers they’d attended camp together.
They were teenagers, young enough to still be blindly stumbling through their awkward years, but old enough to have started taking a timid interest in each other’s bodies.
The circumstances had begun with Sydney being on the unfortunate receiving end of a soccer ball to the head during an activity, and his counselor promptly had him sent to the nurses’ building to have him checked out.
The camp had cycled through a variety of nurses before they would later fulfill the position, and that year, they’d been graced with the presence of a slightly disgruntled older gentleman, caching his summer paychecks from camp as a failed paramedic.
According to Sydney, he’d handed him an ice pack and said he was taking his dinner break–which probably meant getting high in one of the outdoor storage rooms–and promptly disappeared.
Jedidiah had overheard from another camper that Sydney had been hurt, and he’d been so anxious to make sure that he was okay that he’d gotten permission from his counselor to leave dinner early and go check on him.
When he pushed the screen door open, Sydney was sitting with his back to the wall on one of the cots they definitely still had, looking bored with a melted ice pack in his hands. He beamed when he saw Jedidiah, sitting up and inviting him over.
He wasn’t sure what was so special about that day, or what they’d talked about; but one thing led to another, and they were alone in the nurses’ building, exploring each other’s mouths, and slipping their hands underneath each other’s clothes.
He remembered the way his heart hammered in his chest when he nervously fumbled his hand down Sydney’s shorts. He was shaking like a leaf, which was somehow the least embarrassing part.
Lord, he was bad at it.
He had all the tact and dexterity of a limp strand of pasta, and not much of an idea of the lay of the land either. It was clear he wasn’t getting him very far, but Sydney still smiled and kissed him regardless.
Between that and Sydney kneading him with his hand between his legs, he very quickly felt his whole body shudder against him, and the presence of a sticky sensation in his pants.
He was mortified and apologetic, but to his surprise, Sydney didn’t tease him. He spent a fair amount of time in the nurses’ building given how prone he was to injury, so he poked his head out the door to make sure the coast was still clear, and darted somewhere in the back.
He momentarily returned with a spare change of underwear, and sent him on his way back to his cabin with a kiss to his cheek.
That night he stared blankly at the ceiling from his place on the top bunk, thinking about how surely he’d have to accept that he’d be sent straight to hell any day now. They’d probably even make a new layer for him.
Back in the present moment, Sydney kept one arm around his shoulders and used the other to hold his face in his hand, a sentimental look on his face..
“Aw, but it was special. I was your first.” He exaggerated the word ‘first’, in an intentionally cheesy manner that was sure to make Jedidiah cringe a little bit.
“I wouldn’t quite call it a first. If I remember correctly, I haphazardly prodded inside you, and immediately came.” Jedidiah huffed, and Sydney’s shoulders shook with laughter.
“Yeah, but you were sweet,” He mused between giggles, warm nostalgia settling in his chest.
He kept the memory in a well-loved box in his mind, where it held on fondly to the way Jedidiah had so shyly asked for permission. He never wanted to forget the first time he felt him unravel under his hands. “You listened.”
Jedidiah felt he didn’t deserve that praise in the slightest for scraping past the bare minimum, but didn’t object. He pressed down a little on his sweet spot, distracting him and making him inhale softly.
He smiled a little. He could feel that the front of his lovers’ boxers was growing damp, soon to form a wet spot if he kept up his touches. “I’d like to think I got better at it.”
Sydney certainly agreed, but refrained from feeding his ego. He leaned to his left ear, pitching his voice a little lower, making it come out as a breathy murmur.
“Show me?” God, Sydney was going to give him a heart attack.
He was robbed of all his words immediately, only able to give him a quick nod and obey the command.
There was a certain type of hunger he felt, for a release that wasn’t his. He couldn’t lie and say it didn’t feel good to get himself off sometimes, but it would never carry the same satisfaction of learning exactly and precisely how to bring his boyfriend to the edge.
With one hand, he got a hold of his waistband, sliding his boxers just low enough to access.
He immediately cupped him, grazing his thumb where he felt his wetness leaking. He eased his way, pushing into Sydney’s folds with two fingers, using them to brush against the sides of his dick.
Sydney clamped his mouth shut in response, jaw tensing. He rubbed up and down slowly, before parting his fingers, using just one of them to stroke the tip in circles.
Sydney made a stuttered inhale, forgetting to breathe for a few moments until his lungs forced him to release the trapped air. His exhale was equally shaky, swallowing the noise that built in his throat.
Jedidiah loved to feel how he squirmed, because it meant he was in minimal enough pain to allow himself to chase that feeling. His back would momentarily arch up, or he’d push his hips further into his hand without rhythm. His soft, pillowy thighs squeezed around his wrist, trapping it there.
It felt like a divine blessing to feel his cock pulse from where it was nestled, reacting to his stimulation. He switched from his middle finger to his thumb, where the wider pad of his fingertip would better cover its surface area as he stroked.
He could tell that Sydney was beginning to struggle to bite back the noises he wanted to make, so he shamelessly kissed him to occupy his pretty mouth.
Their lips pushed messily together, but it gave him the opportunity to moan right into Jedidiah’s mouth, adequately muffled by their tangled tongues.
There was spit glistening on both their lips when they parted, chests heaving. He slid his unoccupied fingers down towards his hole, but kept his thumb firmly in place.
“Hff—Can I—Inside?”
Jedidiah stammered in his dizzied haze of enjoyment, and thankfully, the nurse knew what he was asking. He nodded in response, and relaxed his thighs enough for him to spread his labia and slide his middle finger in.
He faltered for just a moment, overwhelmed by the wet heat and the way his shiny flushed lips parted and his body trembled in pleasure beneath him all at once.
He paused for no more than half a second to collect himself, and continued.
The muscles in Sydney’s back and hips were often wound tightly, making it impossible for him to simply “stick ‘em up there” as he so eloquently once put it.
However, Jedidiah was no quitter, and he’d found that with the right amount of buildup, he became relaxed enough to make it both possible and enjoyable.
As he slowly pushed his middle finger halfway between his first and second knuckle, He felt both of Sydney’s hands squeezing handfuls of his shirt, and he watched his expression briefly twist.
His mouth was still open, and he continued to pant and moan softly, but he screwed his eyes shut and made a whine that bordered on more pain than pleasure.
“Talk to me, honey.” Jedidiah slowed down and urged him, his concerned eyes fixed on him before he went any further.
“It—hmf—feels good, just hurts a little at the same time—I don’t want you to stop.” He stated firmly, the initial pain starting to melt away.
“Okay, I’ll be careful.” He promised, and instead of pushing deeper, he pulled back and shallowly teased his hole by stroking around it, pressing his thumb back down a little harder on his cock again.
That was evidently a good choice by the way his hips jerked, lurching for a harder press. He teased with slow circles, only pressing deeper in again when he stopped bucking.
He made it to the second knuckle, mindful not to push against the resistance he felt. He twisted his finger as much as he could at the angle he was at, opening him up bit by bit.
Sydney thought he looked adorably lost in concentration, his glasses having slid down his nose.
When he got a little further, he experimentally brushed upwards. He knew he’d found exactly what he was looking for when Sydney’s cock gave a hefty pulse, and he shoved his palm against his mouth to muffle himself.
Sydney parted his grasp just enough to mutter to him. “Right there is perfect, Jeddie.”
His response was to continue stroking the spot with a curling motion, lightly thrusting his finger back and forth to hit it from a different angle.
As Sydney tilted his head back, hand still gripped tightly over his own mouth, Jedidiah took the opportunity to revisit his neck. He gently kissed around the spot he’d bruised, already moving away from a reddish pink and towards a deep purple.
His throat flexed every time he bit a moan back down, inundated by waves of pleasure that started in his core and gained traction as they travelled up his spine and to the rest of him.
The simultaneous sensation was almost overbearing, but he did always like a little pain with his climax.
“I’m—close—another?”
Jedidiah would never not worry just a little bit about hurting him, but in the moment, obliging him was his duty. He let his index finger join his middle, with just enough room from being worked open for him to slide it in.
With his digits side by side, Sydney could feel it pushing him to feel a stretch. It stung a little, but allowed Jedidiah to push more effectively against the reactive spot inside of him.
It didn’t take long for Sydney to grasp him tightly by the shoulders again, like he was his lifeline, shoving his face as far against the man’s chest as he could while he growled and gasped.
Spasms squeezed the fingers that Jedidiah had buried inside him, the built-up energetic feeling crashing down on him as he came.
Jedidiah’s shirt muffled him well as he held him with one arm through the aftershocks, pressing his face to the crown of his dark hair and letting out his own extended sigh of enjoyment.
He held back the flow of thank yous that fought to spill from his lips as he came down from his own rush alongside Sydney. Instead, he focused on carefully removing his fingers from the sensitive area without causing too much discomfort.
Sydney exhaled deeply and slowly went limp under him, having left a spot on his shirt that was borderline damp from his breath.
“I think you got too good at that. It’s unfair.” He joked, earning a very bashful look shot back at him.
He pushed himself up off of Sydney, into a sitting position with his slick-soaked fingers held stiffly beside him.
“I’ll be right back, I need to wash my hands and—“
He glanced down, where the front of his pants did a poor job of concealing his enjoyment. He shifted his hips and tugged awkwardly at the fabric covering the front of his crotch, trying to make the obvious bulge appear a little less so.
“—do some, um, readjusting.”
Sydney snickered, pushing himself up to his elbows. “Hey, I can return the favour tonight after night meds. I’ll wear my even sexier Hawaiian shirt.”
“Enticing.” He replied in a dry, sarcastic manner, making Sydney laugh. Not a bad way to spend their afternoon.