Though, since its liberation, his dick was making his state of arousal completely obvious—there was nowhere to hide as it pointed out at a forty-five degree angle from his body.

“Eager as always,” Blake said drily, indicating Aaron’s erection.

“Yes, Sir,” Aaron replied. Well, what else was he supposed to say to that? He was fucking eager!

“Hmm…” Removing his hands from his pockets, Blake linked them behind his back, then approached Aaron, running an appraising gaze across his naked form. “My flirty, bratty, little prick tease. What am I going to do with you?”

Removing his jacket and shoes, he put them away beside Blake’s, then bent to remove his socks, stumbling a little as he balanced on one foot, then the other, until they were bare.

Thankfully, the rest of his clothes didn’t prove nearly so troublesome. His shirt, trousers and boxer shorts were shucked within moments and either hung up or stuffed into the side pocket of his duffel bag, ready to go into the laundry when they got back home.

He returned to his spot on the carpet and waited. Blake’s hands were deep in the pockets of his white coat, and he was rooting around in a very exaggerated fashion, without actually removing anything. Aaron met his gaze and wasn’t at all surprised to see mischief glinting there. Now who was teasing?

Keeping the thought to himself, Aaron remained still and quiet, taking some solace in the fact that now his cock was free from his clothes, he wasn’t so uncomfortable.

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.”