Seeking Treatment

I feel like I should apologize for typing all of Medic's dialogue in vernacular, but there's your cheesiness forewarning.

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The only person with the drive, energy, and enthusiasm to do what Scout did was Scout. No one else could go as fast, relay information as quickly, and conduct recon as swift and concisely as Scout.

Unfortunately, no one seemed to know this but Scout. They teased him, called him little, acted like he wasn't old enough to wipe himself, let alone legally drink a beer. Sure, he wasn't as big and smart as they come, but damn it he could knock a BLU's head clean off his shoulders and it would fly at least fifty yards. Who decided that wasn't a skill?

Regardless, all that energy - it didn't come from nowhere. There was no high enough concentration of caffeine to keep Scout carrying on the way he did without killing him. Scout didn't know where it came from either; doctor's visits had been emergency situations only up until he started working for Mann Co., where weekly physicals were routine. He had not, however, counted on the speed bump he hit after countless weeks at Mann Co. that became cause for some concern. He tried to go into town, tried to take care of it himself, but he was a little (read: a lot) freaked out by the insistent hard-ons he would get after those little games of war. He didn't want to think murder and death turned him on, and the problem would probably be better solved by a Psychiatrist, but the closest he had was RED Team's own Medic.

"I have seen cases like yours as commonly as a cold. You are wracked vizh adrenalin. You are most active in battle and sent to respawn zhe most. Zhe excess energy vill manifest in each merc differently - in your case, it seems, persistent arousal." Scout stared at him, incomprehension dominating his puzzled expression. Medic narrowed his eyes for a moment before heaving a sigh. "It simply means zhat once you get your heart going, your adrenaline starts pumping vizhout zhe usual triggers for fear and anger. Doing your job, zhis is no problem at all." He waved off Scout's concerned look as if it were an irritating moth.

"Doc," Scout said slowly as he allowed the information to sink in, "That's real fascinatin' and all, but you gotta' talk to me about this chronic..." he looked down at his crotch, and so did Medic. Scout was covering a stark erection with his hands, and Medic didn't need x-ray goggles to see the problem. "That's what I needed to know about."

"Stupid child," Medic scoffed, "zhat /is/ your problem. You are erect because of zhe adrenalin coursing through your body. Vizhout medication it cannot be helped, and I vill not give you anyzhing zhat will make you a detriment to zhis team." He waved Scout away. "Now bitte, go and be somevhere else."

"But /Doc/," Scout practically whined, squirming in his seat. Without necessity, he looked around the main room to make sure there was no one else before leaning in. Medic met him partway. "It's gettin' less easy to make it go away on my own." Medic placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Mein jeunge, you must go out and find your own "solution"." He said. Scout rolled his eyes.

"I'm tryin', Doc, but it ain't a guarantee. I need somethin' steady, somethin' accessible and works every time."

"A girlfriend," Medic told him, "zhe word you are looking for is 'girlfriend'."

"For a wise guy you ain't too smart," Scout said. "Bottom line, that ain't an option, Doc. I need /help/."

"I told you Scout, I vill not give you medicine." Medic replied, moving to get up from his chair and walk away from the pleading young man, until he looked him in the eye. Frustration fell away from Scout for the most part, replaced with warm humiliation and desperate need.

He directed a pleading look at Medic before murmuring, "So /help/ me."

Medic's look of concern turned a light pink as he processed what Scout was requesting of him - and he knew that, even as an unlicensed practitioner, it was his duty to keep the other men in prime condition for battle. Scout running around trying to get it in with strangers wasn't the healthiest option for him, and - well, it wasn't like Medic had to enjoy it as much as Scout needed to.

He stood abruptly, adjusting his glasses. Scout had thought he was going to tell him to get out,  but instead he moved over to a cabinet above his sanitation sink. "Get undressed, Herr Scout." He instructed, and by the time he turned around, Scout was shirtless. Medic scrubbed a hand over his face. "/All zhe vay/ undressed, bitte." He didn't stay to watch Scout remove his shoes socks, pants, and underwear, turning back to his sanitation sink to pull out a pair of sanitary gloves and a bottle of a water-based lubricant he used for whatever-oscopies. He refused to look at the younger man as he gently rattled through instructions, focusing intently on washing his hands up to the elbow. "On zhe table zhere, lie on your back and begin, ah -"

"Jerkin' it," Scout finished for him. "Way ahead of you." Medic scowled, wishing the younger man would show at least one shred of humility as he lay on Medic's table about to recieve the /biggest/ favor. When he turned, he found Scout's knees up and splayed wide, feet on the table, caves pressed flush to his thighs. Scout touched himself in long, slow strokes, flushed red from head to toe. Gripping the shaft, he thumbed the slit and Medic swallowed.

"Maybe you had better turn over," he decided. "Face down - "

"Ass up?" Scout asked, easily turning himself over and lifting his hips into the air, supporting himself on one elbow while the opposite hand reached between his legs to tease along his throbbing cock. Medic pulled on a pair of the sanitary gloves before bringing the lubricant over to the exam table. Scout wiggled his hips, and Medic placed a hand on one slim cheek to spread him open. Scout gasped at the drops of cool lube on his heated skin, pushed out with a moan as Medic methodically coated his fingers and Scout's hole. He gave Scout's ass cheek a squeeze as he positioned his middle finger and slowly pushed past the ring of muscle. The younger man opened up around him, grunting as he arched his back, hips canting to take the digit in deeper. Medic held his hips still with one hand as he pulled the other out some, only to sink in deeper.

"Shit Doc," Scout panted, met only by Medic's heavy, hitching breath. Medic thrust into him a few times, slow at first before gaining a steady rhythm as he wriggled it around inside Scout, stretching him. Scout met each stroke with a push of his hips, gasping and grunting in frustration. He needed /more/, and as if he could read Scout's thoughts, Medic pushed against his hole with a second finger.

"I am about to insert anozher finger," Medic told him, slapping the globe of muscle under his other hand at Scout's flippant, "Yeah, yeah, just do it already!" Which drew a grunt from the other man, and he relaxed under Medic's touch. Slowly, Medic pushed in with both fingers, trying to ignore the satisfied hiss leaving Scout and the tight grip of his hole. He moved slowly at first, until Scout began to move his hips to meet each thrust and Medic satisfied the wordless question by picking up the pace, pistoning his fingers into Scout with force until he began making impatient noises and whining.

"Can't get off like this Doc," he complained. "Need more -"

"No." Medic said sternly, again landing a sharp swat to one buttock. "It would be grossly unprofessional to commit such an egregious act in mein office."

Scout loosed an exasperated groan, flopping over onto his side. He crossed his top leg over the other in a position of submission, grasping at a cheek to expose his loosened hole to the Medic. "So take me to your room," he said, pushing three fingers into himself with a sigh.  "Please Doc," he begged, "please, I'm beggin' here!"

"Fine!" Medic barked, face beet-red with shame. Seeing Scout in such a state was certainly a thing to behold, and not entirely unappealing. The lithe body below Medic's hands tensed under his gloveless touch after he threw the things away. It would be quick, he told himself; no one had to know. His cock seemed to agree, not exactly put off by the situation at hand. He went back to his sanitation sink and squeezed a liberal amount of lubricant into one hand while he used the other to unfasten his slacks, pulling them down to his thighs before sitting down at his rolling desk chair. "Kommen sie hier, bitte."

It sounded similar enough to English for Scout to understand that he should slide off the exam table and approach the ex-doctor. He paused to wait for Medic to slick up his cock with his handful of lube before patting his thigh with his clean hand in invitation.

"Come, Herr Scout. Have a seat." Abashed though he had seemed, his words held a playful air that Scout was totally on board with as he moved to straddle Medic's lap, reaching behind himself to steady the older man's cock as he sank down, taking all of him in one go. Medic's satisfied groan trailed into a high-pitched whine as Scout grabbed the back of the chair, using it as leverage in tandem with his feet on the floor to fuck himself on Medic's cock, fast and hard, so undeniably /Scout/ of him.

Nothing passed between the two but the soft sounds of their labored breath disturbing the air between them, the slick sound of Scout moving while Medic sat still, white-knuckling the sides of the chair as if for his life. The chair, bless it, creaked under their combined weight and the force of Scout's movement.

" Doc - fuck, Doc -" Scout gasped, any response from Medic muffled by teeth digging firmly into scout's shoulder, attempting to keep it down. Scout wrenched wave after wave of blinding pleasure from him with each roll of his hips until the younger man started to tremble, movements erratic until he came with a groan and one final thrust onto Medic's cock. The ex-doctor's hands flew to Scout's hips to keep him there as his muscles contracted and squeezed, and with two short thrusts the Medic came inside of him.

"Mein gott," he breathed. Boneless and sated, Scout slumped forward against him, pulling a grunt from his chest.

"Shit," Scout breathed. "You bit me, fucker."

"Get dressed and get out of my office," Medic demanded, making no real move to make Scout get up."Before somebody sees you," he added, finally starting to get up whether Scout wanted to secure himself or not. The other man set his feet to the floor and began to get dressed, not bothering to even clean up. Disgusting. Medic pulled up his slacks and headed over to the sanitation sink to wash up. By the time he looked back up, scout was gone.