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Noah shifted, uncomfortably in his seat in the waiting room of the hospital. He thought it was funny, the way he enjoyed and took comfort in peaceful quiet, but the silence in the room was anything but peaceful. The dead quiet, broken only by the ticking of a clock, thundering across the room and reverberating on the walls was probably the most stressful possible thing for Noah. The only thing other than the clock and the occasional cough from his fellow patients that Noah could hear was his own heartbeat. When the space was silent enough, the smallest, most innocuous things became loud as sirens. What brought Noah back down to earth, however, was a gentle hand on his knee. Reaching over, Noah grasped and squeezed the hand, the soft fur and warm skin underneath soothed Noah like nothing else as he looked up at Quinn who gave him a kind smile.

Taking one of his earbuds out, Quinn offered it to Noah and there they sat, not exchanging words, but holding hands and listening to soothing music as Noah simply allowed himself to lean against Quinn and take in the warmth of his body. A person or two in the waiting room might have given them a look for it, as to be expected with any same sex couple in public, but when Quinn would simply make a point of staring back at them, they’d shift uncomfortably before going back to minding their own business. Once they were finally called up, Quinn led Noah by the hand into the doctor's office as they were directed.

Noah had been getting too nervous for his annual physical and when venting his frustration to his boyfriend, he felt guilty about asking Quinn to accompany him for the exam for emotional support. There was no medication that soothed Noah's anxiety better than Quinns mere presence. When he asked, however, Quinn went an extra step above and beyond by scheduling *his* physical right before Noah with the same doctor and then they each requested to be accompanied by the other, meaning that they would both get their exams together in the same room. Quinn had made sure he would be going first to comfort Noah by going through the same experience with him and letting Noah see ahead of time exactly what would happen to ensure no surprises. Noah had no idea what to say when Quinn did this for him, other than how grateful he was and how much he loved Quinn. However, Quinn insisted that it was nothing.

Once inside, they both sat next to each other on the pullout hospital chair and waited until the physician arrived. The man was an otter with a relaxed, almost apathetic face who looked to be around his late 20’s to early 30’s. He studied a clipboard in his hands before looking the couple up and down.

“Let’s see…. Quinn, aaand…. Noah, right?” The physician asked, squinting at the clipboard, his voice not being rude or anything, but also not making any attempt to be particularly polite or friendly either.

“Guilty as charged.~” Quinn confidently greeted.

“Uh, yeah, that’s me.” Noah sheepishly followed, feeling unfathomably small in his seat. The physician nodded and scribbled something before turning to Quinn.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Dr. Haley. I’ll be conducting your annual checkups today. Are there any questions?” Haley greeted but didn’t sound enthusiastic. Though, that was fair, considering how much of a routine this entire thing likely was for him.

“None from me. Noah?” Quinn said before turning to Noah and giving him the chance to say something. Noah simply shook his head, no questions that he could think of at the moment.

“Alright, excellent. Why don’t we just cut to the chase and begin? Sit up straight for me please.” Haley requested of Quinn, who complied as the physician put a stethoscope on his ears and approached, placing the end of his on Quinn’s chest. Noah scooted away to allow space. “Take a deep breath for me?” Haley instructed after listening for a moment. Once Quinn did so, he held it for a moment before Haley allowed him to breathe out and scribbled once again on his clipboard. “Everything seems in order there…. Alright, we’re gonna draw blood next if that’s ok.” Haley informed, to which Quinn nodded.

“Sure, no problem.” Quinn agreed as Haley excused himself from the room. Looking over, he spotted Noah shifting and put a hand on his arm. “It’ll be fine, honey, needles are nothing. I get tested for STDs often as I can due to my work, though I take every possible precaution. They take blood samples for those, so I get pricked all the time.” Quinn reassured Noah whose mind was racing, wondering if he, himself, would need a shot. He’d had so many over the course of his life and couldn’t really justify why he was still terrified of them, but he just was.

Once the physician was back in, Noah’s heart rate spiked when he saw the syringe, and it wasn’t even him who was going to get poked. Quinn, on the other hand, was unbothered as he simply rolled up his sleeve and presented his arm. Noah felt so queasy, he had to turn and look away when the needle penetrated Quinn's skin.

“Honey, I’m fine. Barely hurt, even.” Quinn insisted as Haley wrote something down.

“Alright, I’ll put this away, and we should have a full report of any abnormalities by tomorrow.” Haley explained as Quinn nodded, unphased by the sight of his own blood in the container. “Oh, and next up, we’re going to do a skin check, so go ahead and get undressed, if you don’t mind, while I put this away. Everything, please.” Haley instructed, as casually as asking somebody to pass the salt. Quinn, without question or hesitation, simply stood up and began to strip right there in the middle of the room while the physician left the room again.

Noah’s cheeks went a bright red as Quinn took off absolutely everything, underwear and all. Taking off any jewelry as well, Quinn set his discarded clothes aside and sat down, utterly naked, right next to Noah and waited. Noah’s heart skyrocketed, he had never in his life undressed at the doctors office, always opting out no matter how he was encouraged to undress. It was something he avoided at all cost, while Quinn treated it as casually as brushing his teeth. There was also the undeniable fact that Noah’s erection felt like it might burst out of his pants while Quinn’s nude body sat there in such close proximity to him. He had seen Quinn naked dozens upon dozens of times in the couple of months that they had been together, and yet every single time felt like the first. Noah was sure that even decades later when they were both over a hundred and in a nursing home, seeing Quinn naked would still never get old.

It didn’t take long for Quinn to notice a bulge in Noah’s pants and lick his lips. Unexpectedly, Quinn got in extremely close with Noah, sitting on his lap and straddling him. Noah's mind raced at a thousand thoughts per second, but his desire was clear as day as his member pressed into Quinn.

“Y’know, you don’t have to be all sneaky about stealing glances. You’re already intimately familiar with every inch of this body.~ You can ogle all you want… Unless you want more?~” Quinn whispered into Noah’s ear, and with that, he felt like he might actually burst just from Quinn's voice. Noah stammered, unable to give a proper answer and he could tell how much Quinn was enjoying it. Quinns touch brushed Noah’s groin, drawing out pathetic whimpers from him. “Y’know, you wouldn’t want the doctor to see you like this… I bet it hurts too. Poor kitty~ I can make it go away for you, though… Just let me take care of it.” Quinn said as he kissed Noah's neck and began working his way down while undoing Noah's pants. Meanwhile, Noah’s brain felt like static. *Ohmygodohmygod– Is– Is this really happening? Is he gonna blow me right here and now?? When anybody can walk in?!* Noah’s mind screamed, though his arousal was undeniable. Still, the thought of getting caught made him physically ill, and he had to stop Quinn.

“N-no.” Noah said, putting his hands on Quinn’s shoulders and lightly pushing him. Immediately, Quinn stopped touching him and sat up.

“You want me to stop?” Quinn asked, all of the seduction suddenly vanishing from his voice. Sheepishly, Noah nodded. “Of course, Hon. Sorry.” Quinn apologized. “I can still help you with that, though, it doesn’t have to in *that* way.” He added, gesturing to Noah’s bulge. Calming down, Noah nodded, unsure of what Quinn had in mind. “Alright, just cross your legs and flex them. That should draw blood flow away from your dick and it’ll go down.” Quinn explained. Trying it, Noah felt his arousal calming down in mere moments, surely enough.

“T-thanks…” Noah said, previously unaware of this tip. It would definitely be good to know, going forward as he smiled at Quinn.

“Any time. And, just so you know, the offer is always still on the table… Any time, any place.~” Quinn replied, giving Noah a wink. With that, Haley came back into the office, writing on his clipboard and holding a couple of new tools. He showed no lust or interest, regarding Quinn’s nudity which Noah supposed made total sense for a doctor.

“Alright, open wide for me, please.” Haley instructed, flicking on a tiny flashlight. As Quinn did so, Noah found himself having to keep performing that anti-boner trick as he couldn’t look away from Quinn’s open maw, his tongue hanging out of it, slightly while Haley took a look inside. His mind went back to all the times he had climaxed into that very mouth for Quinn to eagerly swallow. Once that was over, Haley checked Quinns ears and then asked him to stand up. Doing so, Quinn gave Noah a full view of his butt as his back was to him while he stood in the center of the room. Haley took his time, intently studying Quinns body while making notes and asking questions. “How often do you exercise?” Haley asked.

“Every day if I can.” Quinn answered, simply.

“Do you smoke, drink, or use any drugs?”

“You a cop?” Quinn joked, but Haley simply stared at him, unamused. “Uh, yeah. I do pot and drink sometimes.” He answered, clearing his throat.

“What’s your diet like?”

“I usually avoid fat and calories.” Quinn said.

“And how often do you eat?” Haley prompted further. Quinn hesitated and looked away. Grimacing, Haley simply sighed. “I’ll just mark that as unanswered. Are you feeling any abnormal pain or discomfort?” Haley moved on.

“Nope.”

“Are you sexually active?” And with that, Quinn simply laughed at the question. Haley seemed to take that as his answer.

“With a body like this? It’d be a crime if I wasn’t.~”

Next, Haley began inspecting Quinns genitals, putting on gloves and touching them. Pulling back Quinns foreskin, and feeling up his swollen orbs beneath for abnormalities. Changing his gloves, Haley moved on. “Alright, your genitals are perfectly healthy. We’ll take your weight now.” Haley gestured to a scale at the end of the room.

Noah had many mixed feelings, witnessing all of this. One hand, watching Quinn get naked and be groped all over turned him on, immensely, on the other, he felt abject terror at the probability of this happening to him next. And yet, this all came easy as breathing for Quinn. As he grappled with this, Quinn stepped on the scale.

Taking a look at the weight, Haley’s face dropped, slightly as he wrote something down before look at Quinn up and down.

“You’re concerningly underweight. I know I asked before, but are you sure you don’t want to tell me how often you eat?” Haley prompted.

“Well, uh… How else would you expect somebody to achieve this shape?~ Hehe…” Quinn said, dismissively with a nervous giggle.

“Just try to make sure you’re eating 3 full meals per day, for your own sake.” Haley advised, rather coldly, like he was more annoyed at Quinn’s treatment of himself than concerned.

Forgetting his concerns for himself, Noah wanted to have a serious conversation with Quinn about that whenever he could. He didn’t want to tell Quinn his business, or how he should eat. That wasn’t his right and Quinn was free to live how he wanted, Noah understood that, but he also couldn’t stand seeing Quinn waste away. He had noticed it all the way back during their first date where he managed to encourage Quinn to eat more and actually enjoy his food. He wondered if maybe he could find a way to help Quinn eat more or convince him to get therapy. As he considered this, his entire train of thought was thrown off by what Haley said next.

“Alright, now we’ll finish off with a prostate exam. Bend over the chair, please.” Haley requested and Quinn giggled.

“Need me to spread ‘em for you?” Quinn asked with a smirk. Noah was positively mortified as Quinn leaned his elbows against the pullout chair, right next to Noah and shamelessly presented his hindquarters to the physician.

“That’s quite alright.” Hayley replied, humorlessly, while he applied some lubricant to his fingers. Quinn looked over at Noah, amused by his embarrassment, and gave him a wink. Noah, despite his horror at the display, couldn’t get himself to look away. With no hesitation, Haley plunged his hand right inside of Quinn, drawing a slight grunt from Quinn, but generally leaving him unphased.

One thing that Noah noticed was that there was no hint of arousal or embarrassment on Haley’s face. In fact, this appeared to be his least favorite part of the exam as he did it with all the enthusiasm of a fast food worker washing dishes. It made Noah think about how much of a routine this must be to jade him this much, patients getting naked in front of him to inspect and presenting their holes for him to explore every day. He certainly didn’t envy the physician, having to do that day in, day out.

Meanwhile, Quinn appeared to be enjoying what was happening, biting his lip as his prostate was poked and prodded. Noah wondered if his perversion knew any boundaries. Though, that was something he loved about Quinn and had trouble denying it.

After Haley was done digging around inside of Quinn, he took his hand out and discarded the glove, though Quinn seemed slightly disappointed as he stood. He looked over to Noah.

“Hey, I was desperate for *somebody* to touch my prostate since my clients have apparently never heard of it.” Quinn whispered to Noah upon seeing his face.

“Is… Is that… I-is he going to do that to me…?” Noah asked, fearfully.

“Nah, not if you don't want him to. They can’t force treatment on you, you can refuse anything.” Quinn reassured Noah. Once the exam was over, Quinn began putting his clothes back on while Haley turned to Noah.

“Alright, I believe you’re my next patient, correct?” Haley asked.

“Uhm… Y-yeah.” Noah sheepishly replied, fidgeting with his hands.

“Ok, sit up straight, please. That posture isn’t good for you.” Haley commented as he threw away his gloves and grabbed his stethoscope. As Noah did so, Haley pressed the stethoscope against his chest and listened. Noah tried to take a deep breath as instructed, but it was shaky and his heart pounded, rapidly. “Oh, that’s… not a good pulse.” Haley commented as he listened.

“S-sorry, I’m just really nervous…” Noah replied, to which Quinn touched his arm, which calmed him. Haley tried again and Noah's pulse was still unsteady but it was far closer to normal now. Writing something down, Haley stood.

“Ok, just like with Quinn, we’re going to draw blood next. It’ll just be a brief poke.” Haley explained and left the room before Noah could respond.

“F-fuck…” Noah commented under his breath, clutching his coat. Putting an arm around him, Quinn helped to sooth and reassure him.

“It’s fine, just look at something else and don’t think about it.” Quinn suggested. That was advice given to little kids which made Noah feel embarrassed and ashamed. This was something he should have long since grown out of, he felt. “Better yet, you could focus on *me*. See if that helps. I’ll be right here the entire time, I’m not going anywhere.” Quinn said, taking Noah's hand and he made eye contact with him. Nodding, Noah braced himself as Haley came back with a clean syringe. Rolling up his sleeve, Noah exposed his arm for the doctor and squeezed Quinns hand, focusing his attention on that.

Only thinking about Quinn and the sensation of his touch, the process surprisingly went by like a breeze. It always did, and yet Noah would still feel all the anxiety all over again the next time, regardless. But as long as Quinn was with him, Noah felt like he could handle it. Though, he found himself unable to look at the syringe that his blood had been collected in, for fear that he might puke.

“Now, next up is the skin check. Undress, completely, please.” Haley instructed, which made Noah freeze up in place. The simple order shook him as he struggled to stammer and answer.

“I… I-i… No… I can’t… I don’t want to…” Noah protested. Haley seemed annoyed as he rolled his eyes, rather unsympathetic to Noah’s plight.

“Come on, it’s nothing.” Haley prompted.

“T-to *you*, it isn’t…” Noah insisted.

“I can’t give a full report, if you don’t–” Haley continued, but Quinn cut him off.

“He said he doesn’t want to undress.” Quinn asserted, firmly, as he looked at Haley, dead serious. There was a brief pause before Haley sighed.

“Fine, have it your way. What’s the most you’re willing to take off?” Haley attempted to compromise. After some consideration, Noah wordlessly took off his coat and shirt, leaving his upper body bare, but keeping his jeans on. He sat, shirtless, to be inspected. Accepting this, the doctor grabbed a flashlight and instructed Noah to open his mouth, which he did. After a brief look down his throat, Haley moved on to his ears and then asked Noah to stand as he began looking over his torso. “How often do you exercise?” He asked.

“2-3 times a week, I go to the gym with Quinn.” Noah replied.

“Do you smoke, drink, or use any drugs?”

“No, not at all.”

“How’s your diet?”

“Pretty normal. I think it’s relatively balanced.” Though, this wasn’t entirely true. There were often week where all Noah could afford to eat was fast food, though he’d eat healthier if he actually had the option. Exercise helped, though.

“Abnormal pain?”

“No.”

“Are you sexually active?” Haley asked, making Noah’s cheeks flare yet again. He debated answering the question, but brought himself to do so.

“Uhm… A-as of recently, yes…” Noah admitted, shamefully. Though, Quinn was smirking until Noah shot him a look.

“Alright, step on the scale, please.” Haley instructed. Complying, Noah allowed himself to be measured as Haley took notes. “Hm… On the lighter side, but not underweight. You’re all good in that department. Though, it might be slightly inaccurate with the added weight of your clothes.” Haley commented, almost passive-aggressively. “And I’m assuming that we’re skipping the prostate exam. In which case, we’re all done here. You may put your shirt back on, and we’ll follow up with you later after your blood is tested for anything.” Haley said before promptly leaving the room and Noah put his shirt and coat back on.

“See? It was nothing, barely an inconvenience. You can handle more than you think, hon.” Quinn encouraged, hugging Noah.

“T-thank you so much… This is my first year living on my own, I’ve had my mom accompany me every time before that, so I was nervous… I’m sorry, I know that sounds pathetic–” Noah started as he hugged back, but Quinn stopped him.

“No shame in it, at all. No judgment here. Everybody has their own fears and anxieties, and fear of doctors and hospitals is a lot more common than you’d think. There’s nothing wrong with needing some support every now and then. I’m glad I could help! Really, it wasn’t a problem for me. Promise!” Quinn reassured. Noah thought that it was a little rich, coming from Quinn, whom he always felt wasn’t completely opening up to him about his struggles, but he didn’t say anything about it. “Hey, why don’t we get some ice cream?” Quinn proposed.

“I’m not a little kid, you don’t have to reward me for staying still at the doctor's, Hon." Noah said, rolling his eyes.

"If you've grown out of ice cream, you've grown out of life." Quinn replied, simply. Giggling, Noah took his hand and they left for ice cream.