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How I Won Over the Dear Doctor

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The bed was warm, the sheets were soft, and Paul felt Hugh finally begin to stir. That doctor slept the sleep of the dead. Or the sleep of the contented. Paul wasn’t sure but it seemed the doctor always slept this well; this was only their third night together and Paul’s mind was generally doing too much buzzing to allow him to be so fortunate. Especially recently, he was far too keyed up, having won the man he’d dreamed of for so long.

Hugh made the strange noise he made when he was waking up, something akin to a groan or a sigh. “You awake already?” Hugh whispered, turning slowly so he could see his lover. They had been spooning, but Hugh’s shoulder was tired after sleeping on it, so he moved to lie side by side with Paul.

“Uh-huh,” Paul said.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you asleep. I think you’re awake when I fall asleep and you’re awake when I get up.”

“It’s the burden of having this genius mind,” Paul said straightforwardly. “The mind just doesn’t rest.”

“Oh good grief!” Hugh tilted his head upwards. “As your new doctor, I can’t help but to think that we should check this out. Your lack of sleeping, I mean, not your runaway ego.”

“I knew you were going to say something along those lines, so let’s shut you up right now,” he said, moving in for a kiss. Hugh returned the kiss, enjoying the way Paul drew it out, slow and languorously. This was a lovely way to ease into the morning.

The two men were quiet for several moments, just savoring the kiss and its aftermath. Paul absentmindedly ran his hands along Hugh’s chest and stomach, playing with Hugh’s chest hair.

“What do you like best about it?” Paul asked, his eyes searching.

“About being shut up with your kisses?” Hugh asked, confused.

“No. About sex.”

Hugh smiled. “You know Paul, I like the way your mind works. Literally no one has ever asked me that. You come up with some good questions.”

“Thank you.” And then Paul added, “That was a sincere compliment not an attempt at being sassy, right?”

“It was a real compliment. It’s too early for me to do too much teasing. I haven’t been up for a while, as you apparently have,” Hugh added. He waited, looked at Paul’s face, saw that he sincerely wanted an answer. “Okay, to your question, let me think for a second. I like kissing, I like being touched, I like affection. I mean, of course I like the physical release too; I figure everyone does so that’s a given. I guess you think I’m a big softie if ‘kissing’ and ‘affection’ are my first answers though, right?” Hugh asked with a smile.

“That’s nothing to feel bad about,” Paul replied, one of his hands now entwining with one of Hugh’s.

“So what about you?”

“I was just thinking about this – I guess that’s why I asked you.” Paul had indeed spent part of the night mulling over the topic as he’d watched his lover sleep. “Up till now for me, I was all about the carnal aspects. I loved to bend a guy over a desk, loved to grab his hips and rut, that sort of thing. I still love it,” he quickly added. “But I’m all with the kissing and affection now too.”

Hugh smiled and kissed Paul’s mouth. “Good,” Hugh said. “And you – um, have you been satisfied with how we’ve handled the, how did you put it?, carnal aspects?”

“Do you really have to ask?” Paul laughed, his eyebrows shooting upwards.

“Just making sure. I mean, I love positions where we can look into each other’s eyes, and I love spooning because there’s so much full body contact. But you can bend me over a desk someday if you want too. I’d like that.”

“Mmmmmm,” Paul nuzzled his face against Hugh’s neck. “Can’t wait.”

Hugh luxuriated in Paul’s touches as his own mind spun. He figured now was as good a time as any to ask his question. “Hey Paul? Since we’re asking each other good questions, I have one for you.”

Paul looked up and looked into Hugh’s eyes. “I’m all ears,” he said.

Hugh smiled and slightly bit his lower lip as he asked, “The Paul Stamets I knew at the academy was about 50% bitchier and more sarcastic than the Paul Stamets I’ve known since we got together. I was thinking…well sometimes when we start a new relationship, we put our best foot forward and hold some things back. I just want to let you know that you can be who you are with me. Don’t hold your tongue, you know?”

Paul shook his head and looked downwards for a second or two. “Your memory is right on. I have been trying to rein it in a bit. It’s hard being brilliant and witty all the time – which some people view as being snippy, so I didn’t want to put you off.” He paused. “That last sentence was a joke. I mean, kind of.”

Hugh rolled his eyes. But he wasn’t having Paul’s joking mood, and he gently added, “Just so long as you know that I want to get to know -- and hopefully fall in love with -- the real you, and you don’t need to try to win me over. Just be who you are, and bring on the – what did you call it? – snappiness if you need to.”

“Roger that,” Paul said, echoing Hugh’s serious tone. “I appreciate the open invitation to be myself. I suppose that’s what it takes for a relationship to work.” He then added, smiling, “I just hope you know what you’re getting into!” Hugh shared a laugh with him over that.

Paul then tilted his head to the side and continued. “What about you? I don’t remember seeing you get sarcastic back at the academy too much. You must have some flaws. What are they?”

“Well….let me think here. I like to hum opera. My ex told me that I spend too much of my free time cooped up inside my room painting when I could be interacting with others. But I feel that I bring so much of my heart to my work that when I’m off work, I like being alone with my paintings. Um – what else? I forget to call my parents even though they were the most sweet parents I could wish for and I really need to spend more time messaging with them.”

“That’s it?” Paul asked after Hugh fell silent.

“I’m sure there are a few others. You can always message my ex to get more from him. But maybe that’s not a great idea given your last encounter with him.”

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be doing that anytime soon.” Paul then broke into a devilish grin. “Now then….you said I could bend you over a desk sometime. How about now?”