LOTR RPF: Good Medicine 1/?

[iocane]

Title:  Good Medicine

Author: Iocane (Aka "evil wicked cow")

Characters: David Wenham / Original Male Character *wink*)

DIsclaimers: Not mine, never were, never will be, they belong to themselves (*cough* and each other, but I digress ...)

Summary: David goes for a long overdue physical.  Things get interesting ...

Notes: THis is not an AU, this takes place during the filming of Russian Doll, starring Hugo and David. Also thanks to Bijou for the inspiration, and as always this is dedicated to the lovely Oran.

David gave his name to the receptionist, then grabbed a six month old magazine and sat down, crossing his long legs. After some while, a perfectly plump, slightly older woman beckoned him to follow her to the exam room. She knew who he was of course, and in the exam room she told him she’d really enjoyed his turn as Diver Dan, but to her credit, she didn’t gush, nor did she ask for an autograph – though David would have given it readily. She got him out a gown and told him to just leave his underwear on, put the gown on with the opening in the back and the doctor would be in shortly.

He sat on the exam table, gowned up, legs swinging gently, flipping through another magazine. He was flipping, but he wasn’t reading, as his thoughts were on his job. Or more appropriately, on his co-worker. Hugo Weaving was, in David’s mind, one of the most handsome men on the face of the planet. And before this film, they’d worked together on a play some years before, and David had been just as impressed by him. However, at the time of the play, David was fully and firmly hetero, and never thought about men “like that.”

However, the first time he’d seen Hugo again in person, his reaction was considerably different.

Hugo was already at the table, along with the director and one of the leading ladies – the woman to be David’s wife.  Hugo’s grip was firm, his hand warm, and he’d done a double-hand-shake, a standard one, with his other hand on the back of David’s, fully encasing his hand.  David’s pulse had skyrocketed, to feel his hand fully enveloped like that … He was reluctant to let go, but managed to do so before it became unseemly.  The conversation had been light, work-related but David focused largely on Hugo – his voice, his manners, his natural flirty charm.  His-

The door opened then, and the doctor came in, closing the door behind him. David could not have been more stunned. At first he wondered if Hugo were pranking him, the doctor looked so much like his co-star. But as he looked, he quickly noticed several differences. This man’s hair was longer, falling in soft waves around his shoulders. He was a little taller, and probably a shade broader than Hugo, and David noticed a small scar on his left hand, which Hugo didn’t have.

When he opened his mouth, another difference emerged. “Hello, Mr. Wenham – is it alright if I call you David?” This doctor’s accent was pure Australian, not the charming blend that Hugo had. Not that Dr. Kessler’s voice was any less charming … And holy hell, he shook hands the same as Hugo did, too, and David felt his large hand evnveloped in a pair of even larger ones.

“David’s fine,” he smiled, finding his voice at last.   He was concentrating for a moment on keeping his erection at bay.

“So, David, you’re here for a physical?” He asked, then began to run down his list of questions, David’s medical history, surgeries and illness, allergies, penetrating blue eyes all the while on David, his medical senses already at work, noting the man’s complexion, his well defined muscle tone, the tuft of hair visible above his gown, though he didn’t spy any on his back. “When was your last physical?” he asked, blue eyes at work again.

“Erm, a few years ago I think … I just came now because my girlfriend threatened to cut off my mushroom omelette’s unless I did. She thinks I’m getting pudgy,” he patted his stomach.

Dr. Kessler chuckled at that, his face crinkling gently at his smile.

David’s stomach was fine, perfect, really.  It was easy to imagine the doctor’s strong hands on it, checking for ‘pudgyness’, long fingers splayed over David’s stomach, sliding up and down, pressing gently, covering every bit of his taut, lightly furred midsection.  Curling around to either side, checking for love handles.

“Well you don’t seem pudgy to me, David,” Dr. Kessler said with another chuckle. “Alright, we’ll start with the basics,” he smiled, getting his stethoscope in place. He curled one hand over David’s shoulder as he moved closer. “Breathe in,” he said quietly when he placed the stethoscope on David’s chest.

God did he smell good! He could tell from the start but up close it was even better.  Just the right mixture of cologne and *man* - concentrating on his breathing was the only thing keeping him from getting too distracted right now.  Then, oh man, his back! Hands on his back.

The cool metal of the stethoscope on David’s bare back made him gasp and began other reactions that he worked to hide, surreptitiously moving his hands to his lap.

“Alright, David?” The doctor asked at the gasp, the stethoscope still moving around.

“Fine, cold just surprised me,” David hoped his voice didn’t sound as … breathy as it felt.

“Well, your lungs seem fine, though I’d recommend cutting back on the cigarettes.”



“Yeah, I know, I know,” he sighed, giving the doctor an almost sheepish look, like a little boy being told to stay away from the cookie jar, smiling a bit.



“That’s more of a problem than any imagined pudgyness.” The doctor sat in his little roller stool and slid over, long legs tugging him across the floor. He took out his little reflex hammer, which was painted to look like a daisy. David lifted an eyebrow at that. “My neice painted it for me,” he chuckled, then gentle hands pushed David’s gown up to expose his knees.



It was very easy to imagine the gown going up further … Those strong thighs spreading a little bit more …



A gentle tap and David’s leg kicked. Another tap on the other leg and that leg kicked. Dr. Kessler stood, reaching for his lit magnifier. A gentle hand on David’s face, tugging at his eyelid, waving the light at him, first checking for any abnormalities in either eye.



For all intents and purposes, Dr. Kessler was standing between David’s legs, though not much. He could feel the heat of the other man’s body, and he smelled Just as good as he had before.



They exchanged a few questions about David’s eyesight, which thus far was perfect. The doctor shone the light at David, telling him to look all around, following the doctor’s finger. One of David’s initial reactions we uncertain so he repeated parts of the test again before stepping back and marking the results.



“Alright, now for the fun struff,” the doctor chuckled, changing his gloves for a fresh pair. “If you could just lift your gown, please,” his voice was silky smooth, though not deliberately sexy. Not at all. Blue eyes watched as David gathered up the gown and held it about at his waist. Strong, gloved hands slipped into the waistband of David’s briefs and slid them down over his cock and ass, stopping at his thighs. “This is very unprofessional of me but I must say … very nice,” he smiled, then began his exam, including the gentle questions.



It was easy to imagine a completely different sort of examination. The sort involving mouths and lips and soft breathy moans and quiet little whimpers. The doctor’s mouth surrounding one large, tender ball, rather than his rubber gloved hands. Thos hands moving instead to David’s rapidly hardening and impressive cock.



David blushed bright red. “Thank you,” he stammered out, but the glimmer of a shy smile could be seen, and his eyes were definitely twinkling. That part of the exam was finished and the doctor stepped back again. A definite smile on his face, blue eyes twinkling. “Now if you could turn around please, and lean against the table,”



The doctor changed his gloves again, adding a bit of lube to one finger before slipping it in, gently. He politely ignored the soft, barely suppressed moan as his long finger slid in, gently seeking out David’s prostate, probing it from all sides to check for any abnormalities.



Not his finger. There were better things than his fingers to check with. Several fingers might do. Or perhaps no fingers at all … something bigger, thicker, pulsing the way fingers never did …



Doctor Kessler stepped back, withdrawing his finger slowly before tugging David’s briefs back up over his ass and reaching around to tug them up over his front, too.



The doctor stepped back and made notes on David’s file. “You can get dressed, then we’ll do your blood pressure and draw some blood.”



David nodded, slipping off his gown and getting dressed. The way he turned away from the doctor, as if in shyness, only showed off his ass when he bent to pull his pants on. If the doctor saw, he made no notice. David stepped into his shoes and pulled his t-shirt on.



“Alright, roll up your sleeve, please,” Dr. Kessler was ‘old school’ who took blood pressure with a cuff and a stethoscope.   He wrapped it around David’s arm, slipped his stethoscope against David’s skin, long fingers curling around David’s arm as the doctor began to squeeze the pump.



He still smelled gorgeous, and even a bit more *man* than cologne by now. That was interesting – what caused the ‘man’ scent to enhance? He tried not to think about it – this was probably the only time they’d see each other – they were patient and doctor after all.



“Blood pressure’s normal, it read a little high for a moment there but it evened out. I think it might be the cigarettes,” His voice was definitely scolding – gently, but still scolding.



David chuckled and blushed again. “I’ll quit, I promise,” He said with all the earnestness of a boy promising to stay away from the cookie jar, and having every intention of *keeping* that promise, his blue eyes deep and sincere.



“Excellent!” The doctor smiled. He knew that many patients promised to quit smoking or whatever their bad habit was. And David was an actor by trade so Dr. Kessler should have been even more skeptical. But something in his charming, almost boyish manner made him believable.



“Now, saving the best for last,” He got out the blood kit, urging David to sit down. “Do you have any problems with needles? Rolling veins?” he asked, strong fingers caressing David’s forearms, checking for the best spots to draw blood, strong fingers rubbing and probing.



“No problems, no needle phobia, rolling veins, I just-“ David cut off, not wanting to come off as stupid. “Nevermind.”



“You sure?” Dr. Kessler asked, finally settling on a vein and wrapping the rubber band around David’s arm. “Do you want me to tell you when I stick you or surprise you?”



“Uhm, tell me, please,” David smiled, turning away when he saw the doctor getting to the point of having the needle in his hand.



“Alright, three, two, one … now,” He stuck David just when he said ‘now’. “Alright, I’m in.” The doctor’s long, slender fingers made short work of changing the blood vials. Finally he had what seemed like enough. “There we go,” He placed a small bit of gauze over the end of the needle and withdrew it, asking David to hold it in place. Fingers brushed as the actor placed two fingers on the gauze. Dr. Kessler sent the blood samples away, tossed the needles and other disposables into the appropriate bin, then got out a bandaid. As he unwrapped it it was clear to see it was a printed one. “My niece,” he chuckled a gain, a little sheepish. “She has a thing for daisies,” he put the bandaid in place on David’s arm. “And put forth a very convincing argument that even grownups don’t mind a little bit of flair, even in their bandaids,” He smiled, stepping back. “All done.” He smiled. “Before you go … I just wanted to say it’s an honor to meet you,” he looked a little sheepish himself now. “I’ve been a fan since seeing you in Cosi,” Was Dr. Kessler actually blushing a little?



David smiled, beamed, actually. “Always nice to meet a fan,” he all but purred. And it was nice to meet someone who’d heard of him *before* SeaChange. The pair shook hands again – David’s hand once again enveloped in the doctor’s strong, two handed grip.



It would have been so easy then, just a little tug, an arm slid around a firm waist, lips pressed to lips. Tongue’s finding each other, bodies pressed close. Soft, male sounds of pleasure filling the small exam room. Erections pressed together, hands finding their way into clothing, caressing skin …



“Well if I have any medical needs, Dr. Kessler, I’ll know where to go from now on,” David smiled and departed, wondering if he’d ever see the handsome, Hugo lookalike of a doctor again.