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Gun awoke from the alarm on his phone; it was 3:00 in the morning. Gun reached for his phone, turning it off instantly, not wanting to wake the boy next to him. He turned to his left, and there his boyfriend was. Gun doesn’t get to see him often because of his occupation. When he gets home from work, Tinn is already sleeping, and when he gets up to leave, Tinn is either not there or still sleeping.
Gun scoots closer to Tinn, hugging him from the back and pressing a kiss on his shoulder before getting ready. He heads into the bathroom, turning the light on and stripping from his sleep attire. Gun steps into the shower letting the water wake him up fully; his hair has gotten longer since graduating high school. He runs his hands through his wet hair, letting out a sigh. He finishes up his shower and steps out, wrapping a towel around his waist in the process.
He does his skincare and walks back into the bedroom, where Tinn is still asleep. He steps into their closet and gets dressed. “Gun,” he hears Tinn mumble. He looks out into the room, assuming Tinn is sleep-talking, which he does often now.
Tinn was rubbing the spot next to him, searching for Gun. “I’m heading out for work,” Gun said, leaning onto the bed and placing a kiss on Tinn’s forehead. Tinn groans in response; he never gets to see Gun. “Kiss me before you go,” Tinn says, puckering out his lips, and Gun does so.
“Will I see you later today?” Tinn mumbled sleepily into his pillow. “I’m working a double,” Gun said softly, holding Tinn’s hand. “Ok,” Tinn says sadly as he goes under the blanket. “I’m sorry, baby,” Gun says, placing a soft kiss on Tinn’s hand before continuing to get ready. He dreaded seeing Tinn this way.
He grabs his glasses from the dresser; he’s started wearing them again since he knows Tinn likes them. He turns the lights off that he turned on, before grabbing his car keys and heading out of the apartment.
The ride to the hospital was about 30 minutes, and he parked in his usual spot before walking into the hospital. “Good Moring, Dr. Guntaphon,” A nurse said as he walked her. He gave her a small smile before walking to the elevators heading to the seventh floor, where his office was.
His team consisted of four other doctors and six nurses. He was only close to three of them.
Gun had just gotten out of Surgery when an alarm sounded in the hospital, indicating that there was about to be a wave of patients due to an accident. “Make sure the patient gets his medications,” Gun said to one of the nurses on his team before taking an elevator down to the first floor and running to the entrance.
“What happened?” Gun asked one of his friends; His name was Ta. “Some drunk asshole lost control on the highway, causing a huge accident on the highway. A bus of people, a church van, and a truck flipped over, only making the situation worse.” Ta said, reading from a checkerboard.
“We have at least 20 Severe patients, and the rest are Minor; something a little cast or bandaid will fix,” Ta said, sighing.
They looked at each other as the sirens got closer. “Clear out all of the rooms that low-risk patients are holding. Send home patients that don’t need to be here anymore.” Gun said, turning to a group of nurses behind him. “We need as many rooms as possible.” He said, turning back to the entrance.
The doors opened, and in rushed multiple stretchers. Gun ran up to the first one he could. “Send the severe patients to the left side of the hospital. Everyone else, send them up to the second level, and the nurses will take care of them.” Gun shouted as he ran up to one of the stretchers. He ran over to the left side of the hospital. “He needs surgery asap; he has internal bleeding,” the EMT said. “Okay, I’ll take him,” Gun said as he helped transfer him to a hospital bed and pushed him to one of the operation rooms.
“You three, with me,” Gun said, pointing to nurses from his team. They all ran into the operation room. They were cleaning their hands and arms in the process. A nurse puts their suits on them before starting on the patient. “Scalpel,” Gun said, holding his hand out. He began cutting through the surface and then the tissue beneath.
One hour passed, and they had successfully finished the surgery. “Good job,” They all ran over to the left side of the hospital, taking a patient with a metal rod stuck in their leg. The surgery took over an hour, but overall they had a successful surgery.
Things had started to calm down. All of the Severe patients were in operating rooms getting surgery. Gun had left the operating room when Sean, one of his other friends, ran up to him. “There’s an emergency.” He said, out of breath. “What?” Gun said, following behind the running man.
“We had a patient; we thought the surgery was a success. But, as soon as we took him to his room, he started having problems; we just don't know what it is.” He said, leading him to the operating room. Gun walked into the room, and his heart dropped to his stomach. “Tiw.” He mumbled under his breath. “Okay, what was his problem when he came in,” Gun asked as the nurse put his scrubs on him.
“He had glass shards stuck in his throat and airways,” Sean said. “Did you check his stomach?” Gun asked. “Yes, we did,” Sean responded. “And you removed all the glass shards?” Gun asked to be sure. “Yes, I did,” Sean says.
“Did you do a CAT scan?” He asked. “Yes,” Sean answered. Gun stared at him, confused. “I know,” Sean said. Por was his best friend; he couldn’t let Tiw die. “His pulse is dropping.” the nurse shouted. “Shit,” he mumbled.
If there was nothing wrong with him, then what could it be? His brain suddenly went into overload mode, and he started thinking about every known fact he knew about Tiw. “Oh my god, did anyone check his medical charts?” Everyone in the room turned to look at each other.
“I did, I instructed the nurses not to give him ibuprofen, but naproxen is fine,” Sean said. Suddenly a nurse gasped; they all turned to look at her. “Inject epinephrine into the IV now, and you,” He turned to the nurse. “Wait outside the room,” Gun said.
Gun watched as Tiw breathed normally again, and his heart rate returned. “Get him to a room and have three nurses watching him,” Gun said, giving Tiw one last look of relief before leaving the room.
“It’s not your job to give the patient any medicine if you’re not the anesthesiologist. Do you understand that?” The nurse nodded with tears streaming down her face. “Then what possessed you to do something so stupid? That man in there could have lost his life for your carelessness.” Gun said to her. “I’m so disappointed in you, this will be reported to HR, and you better hope you don’t lose your job. Pack up for the night, go home, and reflect on how you can be a better nurse.” Gun said, walking away.
Gun did a checkup on all the high risks patients that came in last night before heading to the showers and taking what felt like the best shower of his life. “The patient in room 203, literally disappeared. They’re looking for him right now,” Gun heard as he wore a new pair of clothes.
Gun looks at his watch and wonders how time went so fast. So Many nurses and doctors gave Gun a look, they all wanted him, but none knew he was in a very committed relationship. He made his way to the seventh floor and his office. He enters the pin on his door before entering.
“Shit” He jumped, surprised to see Tinn sleeping on the couch in his office. His heart melts, but he’s also confused about when Tinn got there. “Bab-” Three loud knocks on the door interrupted him.
He cracks open the door. “Why are you knocking so hard?” He whisper-shouted at the guards. “Sorry sir, we have reason to believe a patient is hiding in this office.” He says, trying to look past him. Gun puts his head in the way. “It’s fine; he’s my boyfriend,” Gun said before closing the door.
He walks back over to Tinn, getting a better look at him, surprised to see that he has a bandage on his arm. Tinn stirred in his sleep before his eyes fluttered open. “Gun,” He sleepily mumbled. Gun sat down next to Tinn who sleepily crawled on his lap, letting his head fall to his shoulder. “How did you get hurt?” Gun asked; as he wrapped his arms around Tinn’s waist. “I fell onto some broken glass,” he chuckled out.
“Be more careful,” Gun said, patting his butt. “Tiw is here, he was involved in that accident.” Gun said. “We need to be with him,” Tinn said, getting up, only for Gun to pull him back down. “He’s sleeping and Por is in there with him, he said he wanted to be alone for a while,” Gun said. “Oh” Tinn pouted as he laid his head back on Gun’s shoulder.
“I‘ve missed you so much,” Tinn said, kissing Gun's neck. “My baby lion wants to be naughty,” Gun says as he tilts his head to the side; giving more access. “Tinn,” Gun said, getting his attention.
Tinn pulls away from his neck with his pink lips pouted outwards. “The things I could do to you right now,” Gun said as he eyes the man on his lap. “Where are your pants?” Gun asked; as he slipped his hands up the boy's bare thighs.
“Well, I got really hot, so I turned up the AC and took off my pants, but then I got cold so I covered up with a jacket of yours” Tinn said leaning forward.
“And if someone other than me saw you like this, what would you do?” Gun asked. “I’m only for you, only you,” Tinn practically moaned. He was just so damn horny. They hadn’t done anything in the past three months because of Gun’s busy schedule.
Gun smashed his lips into Tinn’s, he wasted no time, he wanted him badly. Tinn positioned himself, so that one of Gun’s thighs was in between his legs. It was a hot kiss, tongue involved, only want, and desire showed in their kiss. A whiney moan escaped Tinn’s mouth as Gun pulled away due to his office phone ringing.
Gun answered the phone in front of him after giving Tinn a warning look. Tinn laid his head on the boy's shoulder watching as his jaw muscle clenched while speaking, he unknowingly began to kiss the area.
Gun shot him a look, that made his hard cock twitch in his boxers. He turned his head so that it was facing the door, he tried to fight it, but his body had a mind of its own. He bit back a moan he slowly grinded on Gun’s thigh. Gun’s grip tightened around his waist, and that only made Tinn want him more. He picked up his pace, and it became almost impossible to stay quiet.
He used Gun’s shoulder to muffle the noise, it didn’t help that Gun’s voice was so hot talking about whatever he was talking about. Tinn’s hand gripped Gun’s arm that was holding his waist tightly. He turned to look at Gun and nearly lost his mind. Gun stared at him with such an eagerness that made him feel so small.
Gun thought Tinn looked so pretty like this, face and lips flushed pink, eyes glossy and dazed. Tinn continued to rut up against his thigh. “Gun” he quietly moaned into his shoulder. His pace picked up and Gun could tell he was close, Tinn would say incoherent sentences when he was close. He clung to Gun like his life depended on him. He just always made him feel so good. Tinn’s hips started to move in a messy manner, and soon Gun could feel a warm liquid spilling all over his thigh.
A moan slipped from Tinn’s mouth, as he had once again his face in his shoulder. His hips jerked on Gun’s thigh “I’m sorry” Tinn quietly mumbled as he came down from his high. In all honesty Gun wasn’t even mad or a slightest bit annoyed.
Tinn grabbed wet whips from the table and cleaned up the mess he made on gun and on himself. Gun had hung the phone up, but Tinn was too embarrassed to even look at Gun after what he did.
“I have to do another round on my patients” Gun said as Tinn still sat on his thigh. “Tinn, I swear I’m not mad, it was hot.” Gun said moving Tinn over and standing. “Get dressed and I’ll see you at home,” Gun said, sending him a wink and leaving the room.
It was going to be a very fun night, and they both knew it.