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Shen found the wallet on the floor of the locker rooms. It was just lying there, dark bound leather against the cold linoleum, by the trash can. He almost missed it. Someone must’ve lost it there. He should take it to the nurse's station. Leave it with Lena, she'd know whose it was and get it back to him. Simple. Clean. No weirdness.
Instead, Shen kept looking through the wallet.
He didn't mean to go through it. He was just checking for a number, something, anyone to call. That was reasonable. That was what you did when you found someone's lost property. His fingers moved through the slots practically on autopilot. He just couldn’t resist.
It was heavier than he expected, thick, packed with credit cards, a loyalty punch card from some coffee place, a good amount of cash — almost two hundred dollars in small bills. No loose change rattling around, everything in its place.
He flipped it open, looking for an ID and found the driver’s license almost immediately in the front slot.
“Abbot, Johnathan Wayne.”
That made sense.
He looked at the license for a moment. The photo was a few years old, and younger Jack still looked like Jack, except his hair still had traces of the deep auburn it once was.
Health insurance card, a folded receipt from a hardware store. A photo, small and worn at the edges, of a black woman wearing a beautiful red dress, smiling and holding a Champaigne glass. He didn’t look at that for long. And then, tucked into the flat inner pocket, almost invisible, he found two condoms.
Shen stared at them. They were two Trojans, the common ones. Not those shine in the dark or raspberry flavored stupid things these brands keep making up. They'd been there a while if the slight compression of the packaging meant anything. Not expired either. Jack Abbot kept condoms in his wallet like a normal person having a normal sex life with presumably other normal adults.
Obviously.
Obviously, that was the case.
Shen was a doctor. He understood how people worked. He understood how Jack Abbot worked, specifically, in the sense that the man radiated a history of being very well-liked by a very wide range of people, and that he was charming in a way that Shen couldn’t help but notice, mostly because he was charmed too. Of course he had a crush on Jack Abbot.
That's why he took the condoms for himself. It's been a long while since Shen indulged in this thing he had for stealing, but this one was simply irresistible. He put the rubbers in his pocket and went for Lena.
— Hey, boss. Can you give this to Dr. Abbot? I found it on the floor in the locker rooms.
Lena takes the thing off his hands.
— Yeah, he was looking for it. Thanks Johnny. I'll tell him you found it.
— Nah, don't mention it. Actually do, do mention it. Always good to get some points with the attending.
— Oh, I'm sure. — She said. — Now get out of here. Go home, pretty boy.
He gave her a smile and off he went.
^^^^^^^^
He got home at 7 in the morning. The pocket in his scrubs that held the stolen goods was burning as he rushed to his bedroom. He pushed off the door and got his jacket off and then took the condoms out of his pocket and laid them on the bedside table. He then took off the rest of his clothes and laid in bed, taking one of the condoms. He was so horny he was breathing hard and his hands were shaking, like if all the blood on his body went straight down to his dick, that was hard as a rock now.
He tried opening the package, but he wasn't as careful as he tried and ended up ripping apart the entire thing.
– Fuck! — he exclaimed, setting the ruined rubber aside. — Okay.
He picked up the second one. Made himself breathe. Made himself treat it the way he'd treat anything that required actual fine motor control. Like he was handling a patient. Steady grip, no rushing. A tear along the notch in a clean motion until the foil was open. Perfect.
He rolled the condom on and leaned his head back against the pillows and let himself go at it. His hand wrapped around his shaft, moving slowly. Steady. In a rhythimic way like he was used to do. His mind drifted around for a while as he stroked himself, until it inevitably landed on him.
Dr. Abbot. His superior. His attending. A man with a capital M, who was the textbook definition of the word. One handsome motherfucker that man was.
The man whose preservative he was wearing.
— Fuck. — moaned at the thought.
Shen let his mind go where it wanted. He started simple. The surface stuff he'd been filing away in the back of his head for months without giving himself permission to actually look at. Abbot was built. He had the kind of body that came from actual work, not vanity, which somehow made it worse to be around. The forearms specifically, which Shen had clocked approximately a hundred times in clinical settings and pretended he hadn't. The way the man took up space without trying to, like it had never occurred to him that he could make himself smaller.
His hand moved and he let it, steady and unhurried, just building.
Then his thoughts snagged on the condom and that was the turn. This was Jack Abbot's condom, specifically, that had been sitting in Jack Abbot's wallet for God knows how long, handled by him, tucked away by him, and was now rolled onto Shen's dick because Shen had simply couldn't resist the thought of having it. Taking it from him.
His grip tightened. His hips shifted against the mattress. He stroked himself a little faster and let the thought sit, until the scenarios started blooming in his head. He imagined Jack taking some girl he who had inevitably fallen for his charms back to his place. Kissing her. Teasing her, holding her firmly but gently with those massive arms of his. He thought about him pinning her to the bed and eating her out, making her lose herself in his mouth. Then it'd be time for him to fuck her, and he'd go for the condoms in his wallet. Except they wouldn't be there, not anymore. Because he took it.
His hips started to frantically thrust the air and his grip tightened around his cock, as he caressed his nipples with his other hand.
What would Dr. Abbot do in that situation? Would his date have one extra ready? Would he get another one from his bedside table or his closet? Would he make a run to a nearby CVS? Would he call it quits?
His hand moved faster and his moans got louder.
Or would he say "fuck it" and hit it raw? "I'm clean" he'd say. His dick lathered in precum mixing with the juices of the hypotetical woman's pussy, as he thrusted into her, grabbing her hair until he opened the floodgates and filled her with his seed.
— Oh, fuck! Fuck! — the thought drove him over the edge.
He came with a groan that was too loud and didn't care, hips bucking up into his own fist, the orgasm rolling through him in a long, full wave that left his thighs trembling and his mind completely blank and clean. He worked himself through all of it, every aftershock, until his hand slowed and stopped and he was just lying there breathing at the ceiling. The condom filled with the abundance of the thick white substance, his body He hasn't come like that in a long time.
For a moment, the apartment was very quiet.
Then he laughed. Laughed until his ribs hurt.
— Holy shit, Dr. Abbot. — he said — that's entirely on you.
After the post-nut bliss faded, he realized he still had hospital funk on him, because he haven't showered yet. He quickly took off and discarded the prophylactic. Then he went to his bathroom and took a long shower, that cleaned his soul off.
He came out of the shower, threw the wrappers in the trash, set his alarm, and got into bed. He stared at the ceiling for exactly thirty seconds.
— Worth it. — he decided, and went to sleep.