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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 18, 2010 23:27:23 GMT -5
Kirle rose an eyebrow at the noise from the male, amused. He looked to Oliver before smiling at the boy. "See you, Dearheart." he said, patting the boy's head before heading from the room to make his rounds.
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Post by clementine on Jan 18, 2010 23:45:43 GMT -5
Oliver was grinning until Morgan gave him a little pinch. "You're such a suck up." He grumbled as they went back to eating.
The next day was the dread physical therapy and Morgan was grouchy as hell when two nurses had to help him walk down to the therapy area after he refused a wheel chair. His damn legs just didn't want to obey and he cursed at them again, glad that Oliver wasn't around to hear his bad language.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 18, 2010 23:53:01 GMT -5
When they arrived in the physical therapy room, they were greeted by the sight of Kirle in a wife beater and sweats running on a treadmill, little wires attached to him. He was going through the bi monthly physical all Residents had to go through. This was a test of stamina and general health, to see if the long shifits he'd been pulling had been affecting his body adversely.
Kirle looked up as Morgan and the rest entered, and he looked at the nurses. "I'll be out of your way in a moment." he assured, the sweat pouring down his muscled chest and neck. His black hair was down instead of the usual ponytail, and Morgan could hear one of the nurses sigh. "Please...take your time, Dr. Kirle." the nurse said, unabashedly checking the male out.
Kirle rolled his eyes before continuing his run. This was just the bloody way he wanted to spend his day off.
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Post by clementine on Jan 19, 2010 0:06:00 GMT -5
Morgan suppressed a growl and goosed the nurse who was ogling Kirle. Though, granted, he was ogling male himself, eyes slipping over the curve of the male's ass, watching the way they clenched as he ran.
"Hot stuff beautiful!" Morgan hooted. "Keep it up. I could watch all day." No what kind of male would he be if he didn't poke a little fun at the doctor? He was laughing to himself as he was settled in with the physical therapist, the male beginning to stretch his legs for him.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 19, 2010 0:10:29 GMT -5
"Sure you have the attention span for that, rookie?" Kirle couldn't help but shoot back as he powered down the treadmill for a cool-off jog, then walk. He tied his black hair up and dabbed at his face and neck with a towel.
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Post by clementine on Jan 19, 2010 0:20:54 GMT -5
"Only for things I like." Morgan confided. "And that tight ass of yours will always catch my attention." He nettled. He would have added something else, but then he caught sight of Kirle from the front and Morgan felt his own ass clenching at the size of the male. What the hell? His ass clenched for no man!
Morgan pouted, looking away from the good doctor, refusing to be turned on my the guy.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 19, 2010 0:26:44 GMT -5
Kirle rolled his eyes, "Happy to know my ass is an attention-getter." he said sarcastically as he hopped off the treadmill and pulled the tags from his body.
"I'll say," murmered the physical therapist, raking his gaze over Kirle's body. Kirle pulled the treadmill back against the wall and blinked as the *female* doctor doing his exam asked him to come to the table on the other side of the room so they could check his breathing.
"Pull off your shirt, please?" the woman asked as she put her stethoscope to Kirle's tanned, broad, muscled chest. He breathed before rolling his eyes, he'd much rather be home.
(xDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!)
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Post by clementine on Jan 19, 2010 0:33:14 GMT -5
Morgan kicked the therapist in the chest. "Oops sorry?" He said when the man had grunting from the hit. Fucking bastard, he thought. Thankfully, his thoughts of killing the nurse were distracted as Kirle removed his shirt. Okay, now this was torture. Those rippling abs should not be allowed on a fussy doctor.
He had to do something to combat the warm feeling in his cock right at that moment. "Jiggle that skinny as of yours a little more! It's losing my attention." There, a hit on Kirle's studly body. For some reason, it didn't seem to help.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 19, 2010 0:36:52 GMT -5
Kirle looked at the male, cocking his head. "Skinny? Remind me to check your vision when I come back. It might be serious." he said, which caused the female to laugh.
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Post by clementine on Jan 19, 2010 0:42:46 GMT -5
Morgan snorted. "Why don't you toddle on over here and check then." He snapped, getting grumpy now.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 19, 2010 0:44:45 GMT -5
"Afraid not, rookie." Kirle said, shaking his head. "I've got the next three days off, though I'm sure I'll be missing you dearly by the end of that time." he said as he stood, his examination over.
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Post by clementine on Jan 19, 2010 0:58:29 GMT -5
"What?" Morgan immediately whined. "You're not going to be here?" He was surprised that he was rather upset by this. He couldn't remember a time that Kirle wasn't prowling around.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 19, 2010 1:01:53 GMT -5
That would be because he was in a coma. Yet Kirle looked at the male, raising one of those perfect brows again. "No, that would entitle a day off." he said slowly. Kirle smiled at the male's cute whinning---wait cute? Ah well. Kirle couldn't resist teasing the male though, "I promise to miss you terribly," he said, looking at the male.
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Post by clementine on Jan 19, 2010 1:12:35 GMT -5
"Ah, fuck you." Morgan grouched, tired of playing as he crossed his arms and pouted. He hated to admit it, but he was going to miss Kirle. For some strange perverted reason.
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Post by praiseofblood on Jan 19, 2010 7:09:35 GMT -5
Kirle shook his head with a small smile, before heading to the faculty showers and then home.
Three days later found him back in his white coat, going through three days worth of fucked up charts. Kirle looked heavenward, cursing his entire staff before standing and going to make his rounds. He wondered how the rookie was doing.
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