BonkRadiation: The Teenage Frankenstein

After Dark Afterthoughts [NSFW]

There wasn’t a lot to do while waiting for sleep to hit them.

Scooter awkwardly shuffled in the small space remaining in the bed after Fritz had laid down next to him. The first hour had been spent taking in the room, and memorizing the sensation of the doctor resting beside him. The shelves with fancy medical textbooks and small frames of faded pictures had kept Scooter busy, attempting to make out titles and faces all the way from the bed. The faint meowing of a small cat sometimes snapped him out of his categorizing of the doctor’s room, but he hadn’t been able to spot the animal at any point. Though his bets were placed on the small box in the corner, suspiciously covered by a particularly soft looking blanket. He decided against bothering his companion over it. Scooter turned in bed again, his back pressed against Fritz’s. The doctor had simply changed into a plain white shirt and some grey sweatpants before heading to bed, Scooter doing his best to avoid staring at him while he changed. The choice of pants didn’t make it any easier. Scooter, on the other hand, didn’t have much to change into. He’d switched the jeans he’d picked out that day for the shorts he kept in his backpack for emergencies, and he’d taken off his jacket and hoodie to avoid any discomfort. The dark blue shirt wasn’t thin by any means, but the feeling of bareness in the back of his head insisted otherwise. Perhaps wearing shorts while laying in bed with the man that made him think questionable thoughts wasn’t the best idea. Scooter shuffled slightly to the side.

“Stop.” The simple command was enough to snap him out of his thoughts, realizing his companion was awake, and apparently very bothered by his shuffling.

“Huh?” Scooter rolled over in an attempt to look at his companion, being met with the sight of the doctor shuffling in place, slowly turning around to face him. Fritz’s expression was vaguely stern, faint hints of drowsiness painted across his face. Scooter simply waited for any sort of sign the doctor was talking in his sleep or maybe a sign that he was dreaming. Fritz slowly reached his hand out and firmly grasped his arm, shaking him slightly in the process.

“No.” He gently shook him a second time, squinting at the soda fanatic due to his lack of glasses. Scooter stared at him wide eyed, flicking his attention from the doctor’s face to his hand, desperately trying not to think strange things about the situation, the way he looked, or the way his hands were much larger than his. Scooter nervously shuffled around, attempting to gently knock Fritz’s hand off him. The doctor strengthened the grip on his arm, glaring at him from his side of the bed.

“You heard me, didn’t you?” Fritz scowled at Scooter, punctuating his sentence by shaking him with each word. Scooter nodded furiously, sputtering out a failed attempt at words. The doctor leaned in slightly, still glaring at his companion. Scooter shuddered at the gesture, leaning away from him on reflex. His face had turned bright red, cheeks burning with the violent and familiar feeling of accidentally being aroused by something the doctor had done. He desperately tried to stop thinking about it, at least while he was face to face with the exact man he was fantasizing about.

Fritz looked him up and down, gauging his companion’s response. The doctor shifted slightly in order for him to have more reach. Slowly, Fritz loosened the grip on Scooter’s arm, tentatively moving lower, past and under his elbow, finishing the trajectory by letting his hand rest on his waist. Scooter had stared at the doctor’s hand in awe as it moved down his body, his breath quickening as the comforting feeling of it simply coming into contact with him flooded his brain. He stared up at his companion, desperately trying to ask if what he thought was going on was really about to happen, yet no words came out. Fritz let go of Scooter’s waist, sitting up on the bed before hooking both hands under his arms in order to hoist him up.

Scooter made a small noise of surprise, but didn’t complain as the doctor set him down on his lap. He felt himself begin to shake as he was pulled closer.

“Doc? Are you feeling okay-?” His sentence was cut short when Fritz planted a small kiss to his neck, making him melt into his touch. His mind ran wild as the kisses started making a trail up his neck, ending with a quick peck on his jaw. The distinct sensation of being tightly held in place made Scooter feel woozy, wrapping his arms over the doctor’s shoulders. Fritz pulled back to check on him, looking fairly pleased as Scooter gave him a nervous smile in response.

“Are you-”

“God, please, yes” Scooter blurted out before the doctor could finish the question, the smallest hint of embarrassment forming in the back of his mind. Fritz spared him a snarky remark about his reaction, instead getting to work on removing their shirts. He traced the small scars across his companion’s chest, taking a few seconds to drink in the sight of him. Scooter blushed bright red, looking off to the side and occasionally taking quick glances at the doctor. His chest rose and sank rhythmically as his companion’s hands quickly made work of the facade of confidence he liked to put on for him. Fritz turned the soda fan’s face towards himself, barely giving any time to react before leaning in to kiss him. Scooter melted into the kiss, half hiding his eagerness to continue with the night. The entire ordeal gave him a rush of emotions, getting to relieve the burning need that had been swelling up inside his chest since they had both started to make advances. Fritz pulled away first, earning a whine of complaint from his companion. It was easy for the doctor to take control of the situation, something Scooter wasn’t going to be sour about. There was something about the strength difference between the two that made Scooter all the more excited. It wasn’t a surprise to anybody in the room, as he was almost certain the doctor had already figured out almost everything about him, but it still felt like indulging in something forbidden. Fritz fixed his positioning before helping Scooter flip around, holding his back pressed against him.

Scooter quickly hooked his legs over his companion’s, waiting eagerly for whatever was going to happen next.

“Stay still.” The doctor commanded, making him shudder with anticipation. His hand slowly wandered down to the waistband of Scooter’s shorts, gently tracing a small line parallel to it with his finger. He caught the tight elastic with his thumb, tugging on the garment slightly. For a second, he slowly pressed the palm of his hand from the waistband all the way down in between his legs. Scooter whined quietly as the doctor methodically teased his most sensitive areas, drawing out the wait before being indulged. Fritz pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck, keeping him pinned down with one arm while the other slowly slipped under his shorts. His companion’s breathing hitched as the doctor leisurely used two fingers to stroke him through his underwear, steadily tracing a pattern just subtle enough to keep him on edge. Scooter moved his hips as gently as he could, desperate for more stimulation. Fritz promptly removed his hand from the area, brushing against the smaller’s chest as he fixed his hold on him.

“Please, doc, don’t be like this…” Scooter trailed off when the sensation of the doctor’s kisses returned, twitching as he felt his companion’s teeth sinking into his shoulder. He bit his lip shamefully after letting an embarrassing plea slip out. He would never admit it to anyone’s face, but Scooter was a masochist through and through. He couldn’t count the amount of times he’d accidentally daydreamed about this exact scenario playing out, consensually helpless to the doctor. He wriggled eagerly as Fritz gradually slipped off his shorts, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.

The doctor pressed small kisses to his neck and shoulders, every so often leaving a hickey on the sensitive skin. He took his own time slipping a single finger under the stretchy fabric of Scooter’s boxers. Fritz worked feather-light touches around his neglected clit. Scooter could barely keep himself together, soft whines and moans slipping out as he desperately called his companion’s name. After what felt like an eternity to him, Fritz gently pressed his finger against the bundle of nerves, Scooter’s legs jolting in response to the stimulation. The doctor continued to switch between planting soft kisses and harshly biting down on his neck, gently rubbing circles on his companion’s chest with the same hand keeping him in place.

“Fuck, doc, please” Scooter whined as Fritz used another finger to tease him, jerking him off just slow enough to make it as rewarding as it was torturous. “Doc I can’t-” His pleading was interrupted by Fritz suddenly letting go of him, leaving him shaking and deeply confused. Of course, it didn’t take long for the confusion to clear out, as in a few moments he had found himself under the doctor, almost completely exposed for him. Scooter quickly took in the sight before him, memorizing every last detail for later. Fritz kept both his hands pinned above his head, taking a minute to settle down before continuing. Scooter’s eyes wandered all over the doctor’s frame, staring at the way his scar looked under the faint light of the night sky that crept in through the window. The way his breathing accentuated how worked up the two of them were, and; yes, of course, the noticeable tent in his sweatpants. Scooter didn’t have much time to think of a mocking remark about it, quickly being pressed against the bed as Fritz kissed him. If he was being honest with himself, which he wasn’t so often, Scooter much preferred making out with the doctor than simply staring at him. He could feel him slowly grind against him, making him twitch with excitement. Even in the moment, a part of his brain was still happy he could have that effect on the doctor.

Letting go of his hands, Fritz trailed small kisses and hickeys down his chest and stomach, skipping over his crotch and instead focusing on his thighs. Scooter let out a sigh of pleasure with every light squeeze and kiss pressed to his thighs, jolting in anticipation for what was to come.

The doctor got up, stretching his back. Scooter simply stared up at him in a slight daze. He could feel his heart beat faster when Fritz finally started to slip off the grey sweats, mentally debating on if he should keep staring or not.

“You like to stare, huh?” Fritz teased his companion, making him hide his face behind his hands in embarrassment. The doctor crept closer in silence, taking the opportunity the moment it presented itself. Slowly, he knelt down at the edge of the bed, reaching out to drag Scooter closer by grabbing his legs. The action drew a surprised squeak out of the soda fanatic, blushing furiously as he stared down at the doctor.

“What the-?” Scooter questioned before the realization dawned on him. He felt himself start to shudder as his boxers were slipped right off him, leaving him completely bare for Fritz to see. To add insult to injury, the doctor softly spread his legs before inching closer. Scooter figured it was some sort of karma for staring so shamelessly, but the idea was quickly wiped from his mind as his companion pressed small kisses to the inside of his thighs. “Doc, please…”

"Please what?” Fritz stared up at him from between his legs, hovering his hand just mere centimetres away from his crotch. Scooter whined at the sight, growing increasingly aware of the heat pooling in his abdomen. He threw his head back against the skewed pillow as he mustered up the courage to speak again.

“Please doc, just suck me off already” Scooter desperately bucked his hips, completely giving in to his desire. Fritz smirked for a second before finally leaning all the way in to give attention to his t-dick. Scooter had to resist being louder than he should be, nearly forgetting where they were. The doctor methodically worked on getting him off, using his free hand to tend to himself. He hoisted up one of Scooter’s legs over his shoulder, giving him something to hold onto while he ate Scooter out. The soda fanatic arched his back when his companion began switching from licking long stripes to slight sucking at his clit, then back again. Fritz let go of his leg, trusting his companion wouldn’t move it off his shoulder. He didn’t spare much time prepping his own fingers, given the mix of spit and slick coated him evenly enough. Fritz looked up at Scooter as he slowly inserted a finger into him, gauging his reaction. His companion immediately let out a soft moan, shivering at the sensation. The doctor leaned back in, gently sucking the bundle of nerves as he worked his fingers inside Scooter. The smaller of the two closed his eyes, the overstimulation making him dizzy. Scooter drooled slightly, occasionally peeking at his companion while he worked on him. He could feel himself start to reach his climax, desperately trying to hold on if even for the sake of having the doctor between his legs for just a little longer. Small words of praise and curse words occasionally interrupted his needy whines, most of his speech replaced with senseless rambling about how good it felt. In a moment, the doctor managed to overstimulate him enough to have him arching his back, pleading for mercy as he came around his fingers.

Fritz spared a couple of minutes while he finished with Scooter’s overly sensitive parts. He wiped his mouth with his hand as he stood up, looming over his companion. Scooter stared up at the doctor, despite everything he’d just gone through he was just as eager to continue playing with him. His eyes wandered down to the last piece of clothing covering his companion, staring intently at the small, wet patch on the front.

“Can I-” Scooter stuttered out, still staring wide eyed at the doctor. Fritz sat down on the bed next to him, taking a second to catch his breath. He muttered something under his breath which Scooter took as a signal to return the favour. He slinked off the bed, eagerly positioning himself in between Fritz’s legs. He felt his mouth water as the doctor stood up slightly in order to remove the garment, pulling it down to his ankles. Despite his vague attempts at tending to himself, Fritz looked like he desperately needed some attention too. He couldn’t help but stare at him, both in mild awe and the simple arousal of knowing it was because of him.

“Don’t just stare at it.” The comment snapped him out of his thoughts. He didn’t quite know how long he’d been staring, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment. Scooter licked his lips before spitting on his hand, hesitantly reaching out to jerk him off. The doctor let out a sigh of relief, shifting in his seat slightly. Scooter inched closer to him, relishing the feeling of being so intimate with the man he fancied. He twisted his hand slightly as he moved up and down, occasionally using his thumb to rub over the tip. Fritz responded to his strokes by pushing his hips upwards, meeting his hand before settling back down. Scooter took a deep breath before leaning in and softly kissing the tip as he intertwined his hands, squeezing ever so gently as he pumped faster. The doctor leaned his head back, using one hand to keep himself up and the other to half heartedly pet Scooter’s head. Random words of praise mixed themselves with Fritz’s laboured breathing, encouraging Scooter to keep going. The soda drinker set his hands on his companion’s thighs, finally taking him in his mouth as he eagerly bobbed his head up and down. The doctor jolted at the sensations, beginning to pull on his hair slightly. Scooter whined while sucking him off, sending a pleasurable vibration through him. Scooter quickened his pace, grinding his hips against himself. He couldn’t believe he was actually doing it, his mind fogged with the sound of the doctor making faint sounds as he began to lose himself. He made use of his missing gag reflex, straining himself slightly as Fritz pulled his face flush against his crotch every time Scooter went back down. He was getting closer to his limit with every second that went by, the heat pooling low in his gut. The doctor cussed as Scooter took him down his throat, the sensation proving to be enough as he pushed him over the edge, keeping his head still as he rode out his orgasm. Scooter did his best to try and look up at the doctor, stuck on the semi-awkward angle until the hand holding him down released him. Scooter coughed a fair bit as he slowly let go of the doctor, getting up as he realized Fritz came inside his mouth. The idea strangely made him feel fuzzy inside. He climbed on the bed alongside his companion, barely giving a second thought to it as they both laid down on the bed, Scooter snuggling up to him in an attempt to stay warm.

The cold temperature of the room quickly caught up to the both of them, Scooter shivering as he desperately tried to get closer to the doctor.

“Doc, I’m sorry, but I’m fuckin’ freezing in here” Scooter complained to his companion, staring up at him with his best rendition of puppy dog eyes. Fritz got up from the bed and stumbled towards his closet, fishing out a couple of clean blankets from the depths of it then making his way back. Scooter helped him drape the blankets over himself, shuffling over to the other side of the bed to make space for the doctor. Breathing in deeply, Scooter slowly drifted to sleep as Fritz discreetly draped an arm over him, pulling him close in a gesture he’d blame on the lack of sleep in the morning.