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"Neonates are scaaaaary. I don't know how I'm going to survie my NICU rotation," said Shane, interrupting Santos's flow state. He sat a cotton candy Alani down on the desk beside her, which made it less annoying. Oh, Shane Hollander. He was the very cute r1 doing his ED rotation in the Pitt, very innocent and bright eyed, wearing a rainbow badge reel and a very big success with any geriatric patients. He was patient, un-phased by bodily fluids of any kind, and extremely talented at problem solving. Trinity looked up at him as he cracked his third energy drink of the day.
"Did you sleep after your shift last night, Hollsy?"
"I did. I slept a whole six hours."
"Talent. Yes, neonates are scary. Don't let their cute exterior fool you. Those little guys will fuck you up. I swear I never got a moment to myself my entire NICU rotation. Someone's always destabilized or throwing a clot or something."
"You aren't really making me feel better about this."
"Not what I'm here to do, Hollsy."
"It's Hollander."
"Well, I like Hollsy better, so. Ha."
"Hollander," said Dana, handing him a tablet. "A nice gift has arrived for you from Broadview SNF. Diabetes t2 and a sore on the left foot."
"I would be honored to talk to bed 11 about their diabetes and foot sore," he said, sipping his Alani while standing up.
"Better not be just talking!"
"Anyway," said Shane, sipping on his drink. "I'd much rather old ladies than neos any day of the week. Diabetes…you know what diabetes is going to do, pretty much. Kind of. Babies? Babies exist to strike fear into my heart."
"Most people are just afraid of babies cause of the poop."
"Oh, after you deal with a few c-diff situations, poop doesn't scare you. Last week there was someone here who was septic and their pcos was making them basically hemorrhage blood so bad that the EMTs thought they needed to check for a wound. No wound. Just a really bad day. It was a surprising amount of blood and I'm an ER resident. Poop isn't scary."
"That foot sore sounds scary though."
"Not scary. I'm not afraid of a foot sore."
"God speed, soldier."
Of course Dana now noticed that Santos was charting and piled patients up on her while Shane was charming the pants off of the 75 year old diabetic with a foot ulcer. She hoped the ulcer had turned black just for him.
He now had a cherry slushi Alani when he saw her next, turning in another tablet. "How was the foot ulcer, Holls?" She asked.
"Great, she's admitted for surgery. I think it's going to just be an excision. She was very nice."
"The old ladies love you and they so rarely poop on you," said Whitaker.
"Oh my GOD Huckleberry, you are still not over that?" asked Santos, taking a bite of an energy bar.
"Oh I'm completely over it. I'm glad that I've been able to aid in so many disimpactions. Trapped gas hurts. That said, rarely do I ever see Dr. Hollander here covered in poop."
"Rarely but not never. I'm just not phased. Fluids are fluids are fluids."
"You were definitely meant to be an emergency med doctor," said Whitaker, tapping the desk and then leaving. "I will be home late tonight by the way. CARES team."
"Have fun, Huckleberry."
"That mean we can hang out?"
"Yes, Hollsy. That means we can hang out."
"Dinner's on me."
There was a vegan Celiac friendly place that Shane always went to. It was one of the most charming things about him other than the general him-ness. Getting diagnosed with Celiac disease was a really depressing experience. She was hoping it would be anything else. Crohn's disease? She could deal with that. IBS, even? But Celiac disease felt like she just couldn't eat anything anymore. She didn't, for a while. Shane, when she told him, always brought her little treats and was intentional about finding places that she could eat at. She was told by her doctor that she'd have to give up veganism, but she hadn't, and Shane found vegan gluten free places for them to eat.
On this night, he brought her vegan nachos. "I could punt you across a football field, these look so good," she said, getting plates. "You are an actual angel on earth."
"You've got weird praises for people," he said, putting the food down. "But I love you too, Trinity. And it's the weekend!"
Trinity placed several Buzzballz on the table. "Yes, it is the weekend. Wanna play Toontown Rewritten?"
Shane's cheeks turned red. "Yes, obviously."
Toontown was a Disney game from when they were kids where you threw pies and water bottles at robot cog monsters as well as just smashed pianos on them and you could be a cat or a dog. Disney had killed it and volunteer developers had remade it. Shane was obsessed, and the game was fun. So, plates filled with nachos, they logged into the computer and fired up Trinity's desktop, logging into her KittyCatMeowwMeoww user, and they ran off to his favorite place, The Brrrghh. First, they went fishing, then they battled some cogs, finding other people to play with. Then, they went fishing again.
"I think I'm going to add 'they' to my pronoun list," said Trinity.
"Oh yeah?" Shane asked, sipping on his Margarita Buzzball.
"Yeah. I mean you can still call me she."
"I'll call you they. Thanks for telling me."
"Thanks for being cool about it."
"Awwwww," said Shane, putting his plate down and hugging her, kissing her cheek.
They kissed almost by accident. He washed the dishes and put them in the drying rack and she came up beside him. He just leaned over and kissed her.
"What was that for?"
"Don't know."
But he kissed her again and again, and she sighed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Trinity hadn't dated a man in years. His lips were soft and gentle, and his hands were touching her shirt. She allowed him to lift it off, and took off her bra. "Do you want to?" He asked her, putting his hand on her waist.
"You know," she said, walking towards her bedroom with her clothes in her hand, "I thought you were totally gay?"
"I was just 'queer' until last year. I'm bisexual."
"Nice. Lots of coming out happening tonight." Shane took his pants off and sat on her bed, and she dropped her pants and sat on his lap, kissing him again. "I'm usually rather, uh…dominant with men, but I feel softer with you."
"Really? You don't want to tear me apart and eat my organs? Punt me across a football field? Chew on me? Eat me for lunch?" He recited some of the things she said while in cute aggression mode.
"No, dork, but can I sit on your face? And like, restrict your wrists? I'm kinda kinky."
"Of course you can sit on my face. Absolutely. Dominate me, Santos."
She pushed him down, slapping his chest, and stood briefly to take her panties off .
"You are so breathtaking. My god."
Shane was pleasantly surprised to learn that Trinity had a clitoris piercing, and when she sat on his face, he immediately began sucking on her clit, playing with the piercing in his mouth while she moaned, holding his hands together. "Oh, fuck, that's right. Right there. More like that."
Shane regretted not taking his boxers off because now they were uncomfortable, his erection straining, not just from the clit piercing and the smell of her but how fucking demanding she was. She had one hand holding both of his together and the other pulling his hair. Her moans were delicate, and she started moving, riding his face. He focused, sucking hard.
"Jesus you're good," she said, shaking. "Fuck, Hollander. Fuck. More please."
He obeyed, moaning into it, which made her come. She lifted off his face, which she didn't have to. He was having a good time.
"Okay you're definitely the best skilled man at eating pussy I've ever met. Jesus."
"I like your clit ring."
"Yeah? I like it too."
Shane took his boxers off, getting further up on the bed.
"Look at you. Look at how gorgeous you are. Someone really likes being dominated, huh?"
"Well I mean you are really fucking hot. Also, yes."
"Do you want me to tie your arms up with bondage tape?"
"Of course you have bondage tape. Yes."
She stood and went over to her closet, and came back with the tape, tying is wrist up.
"Do you like femdom?" She asked, tracing down his chest and beginning to stroke him.
"Yes. I um…there's this specific type of porn called Clothed Female, Nude Male? When made correctly it's about mocking and embarrassing a guy while you jerk him off and it's just so fucking good."
"Are the women clothed the whole time? Do you want lube?"
"Yes please. Yeah, they're clothed." He moaned as she got her hand wet and continued t stroke him.
"Huh. That's pretty subversive."
"When it's done right, yeah. I-it's just so hot. Something about the embarrassment. The women making fun of you. I can't exactly just ask for a woman to make fun of me while she jerks me off, though."
"Well, you've come to the right woman." She leaned down and kissed him while more aggressively jerking him off. "And you're not even going to complain that this is all you get tonight, are you? Even if I pull back and I don't let you come?" She did that to tease him. Intoxicating. He rolled his eyes back.
"I'll be good, I promise."
"Such a good boy. I know you will."
"Can I suck on your clit again?"
Santos laughed, stroking him with both hands now. She sat in between his legs and if he came it was going to get all over her breasts. "You know just the right questions to ask, don't you? Of course you can. Such a pretty cock and so fun to play with."
Shane started to whimper and moan as he got closer.
"Can I come? I'm so close!"
"Yes. I wanna see your pretty cock give me everything, Shane."
"Oh my god," he groaned, spurting his cum all over her breasts. "Oh fuck you're so pretty. Can I suck on them? Please?"
Now there was a kink he wasn't planning on revealing ever, if necessary, but definitely not the first time he got naked in front of Trinity Santos. And he could tell she could tell when he asked.
"Of course you can, babe. For asking so nicely. Want your wrists free?"
"Mhm."
"Come on, let's get more comfortable."
She untied him and lay against her pillows, and he came closer. First he licked his mess off of both breasts, then he sucked, blushing deeply while she stroked his hair.
"You are…so cute, Shane. Oh my god."
Really he could lay there and alternate sucking on her breasts for hours, but he restricted himself to just getting them hard and kissing down her stomach, spreading her legs open and sucking on her clit again. He liked the way she sucked her breath in and held tight to his hair, pushing him down or pulling him up depending on where it was too sensitive. He sucked on her as hard as he wanted until she came again, and then he crawled up her body to kiss her, staying there until they both heard Dennis come back in.
"Home," he called.
"I'm in my room! Shane's here!"
"Hi Shane!"
Shortly after that he heard the shower turn on.
"Do you want to stay?" She asked.
"I'll buy you breakfast tomorrow," he said. "I know a place."
"Course you do, you nerd. I could just squeeze your entire brain."