And, for that matter, what the hell was in his pockets? He felt like Gollum trying to figure out what Bilbo had stashed in his pocketses, only considerably more horny.

Blake chuckled. “I can see your mind working overtime already. I love it. Well, guess what? The sooner you get naked, the sooner you’ll find out what happens next.”

Aaron almost fell over in his haste to acquiesce.

“You’d be amazed what more… erotic uses one can find for one of these babies. And wait until you find out what I’ve got in my pockets.”

Aaron couldn’t hold back any longer—he squirmed, bouncing his weight from one foot to the other and clenching his fists at his sides. Like earlier, he wanted to rearrange himself in the crotch department, but given he no longer had a table to hide what he was doing, he refrained. Blake would never stand for that. So Aaron contented himself with a little more fidgeting, hoping the movement would at least release a little of the pressure in his groin. Christ, and this was before he even knew what Blake had in his pockets. What would happen when he actually produced the item or items?

“I couldn’t help but notice just how favourably you reacted when I dragged you into that cupboard the other day at the hospital. I mean, you always react favourably, but you seemed particularly enthusiastic about getting your cock sucked by a doctor in uniform. I hadn’t given much thought to the uniform aspect at the time, as I was just trying to give you a birthday surprise I knew you’d enjoy. But after some consideration, I figured it couldn’t hurt to bring out the medical play element again. In fact, I’m amazed that after all these years, one of us hasn’t thought about it before. I suppose we’ve been too busy with… other things, haven’t we?”

His smile wide, Blake lifted one end of his stethoscope pointedly, then dropped it again.

Wow—Doctor Colville was well and truly in the room. He wore his white coat over the top of his smart shirt and trousers, and had his stethoscope hanging around his neck.

After admiring the sight before him, Aaron dragged his gaze up to Blake’s face. He was doing his sexy smoulder—which never failed to make Aaron’s stomach flip and fill with tiny bubbles of excitement—and he continued to do it for several more seconds, sending Aaron further into squirm territory. Then, apparently unable to keep a straight face for any longer, he gave an equally sexy smirk. “Like what you see, huh?”

Suddenly dry-mouthed, Aaron nodded.

“I thought you might.”

Fabric against fabric. More rummaging.

Then: “My, who’s being spectacularly well behaved now? Trying to make up for being such a little prick tease, are you? We’re way past that point, I’m afraid. You’re not wriggling your sweet arse out of what I have planned for you.”

More movement, then Blake appeared in Aaron’s peripheral vision, and walked to stand in front of him.

Aaron’s mouth dropped open in surprise.

He was sure, after an evening’s teasing in the restaurant, he wouldn’t have too long to wait until he found out.

The circling—or was it stalking?—lasted a while longer, until Aaron was on the verge of squirming uncomfortably, or begging. Which, he was sure, was Blake’s intention.

Suddenly, Blake moved out of sight. Straining to hear, Aaron tried to figure out what his boyfriend was doing. He picked up the sound of a long zip being drawn open—Blake’s weekend bag, for a guess—then rummaging. A quiet exclamation from Blake—he’d found whatever he was looking for—then another, shorter zip. A small thud—something being put down.