BY: ShadowsFalling

D isclaimers: THIS STORY IS WRITTEN FOR PLEASURE AND IS NOT INTENDED TO INFRINGE ON ANY PREEXISTING COPYRIGHTS THAT MAY BE VIOLATED. FEEL FREE TO SHARE WITH FRIENDS, BUT NOT FOR PROFIT. THIS STORY IS FICTIONAL, A WORK OF THE WRITER'S OWN WARPED IMAGINATION. THE CHARACTERS AND INCIDENTS USED IN THIS STORY ARE PURELY FICTIONAL AND ARE NOT BASED ON ANY PERSON AND/OR PERSON'S ACTUAL EXPERIENCES

Notes: This is my very first attempt at Slash, or fiction that contains sex of any kind for that matter (I’m used to writing G or PG rated Gen fic.) Please keep that in mind as you read it. I hope to improve as I go along. This pairing came to my mind out of the blue, and I figured that if Johnny could manage to do it with Brice (as others have written), he could do it with Mike Morton.

Summary: Dr. Mike Morton finds that the object of his desires (a certain dark-haired paramedic from Station 51) is a patient at Rampart General, and in a state that makes him Mike’s for the taking.

Warnings: VERY GRAPHIC MALE/MALE SEX. If you don’t like it, don’t read this story. No violence.

A RAINY NIGHT IN RAMPART
By Shadows Falling

It was quiet on the floor, and staffing at Rampart General was shorter than usual on this particular night. The heavy rains that had fallen over Los Angeles for the past several days had severely flooded most of the roadways, and many of the support staff had called out, unable to cross the high water. Mike Morton stood at the nurse’s station, going over his caseload for the night. "Man, it’s really coming down out there." he thought to himself. He could hear the wind-driven rain pounding hard against the window in an adjacent room. Only two nurses were on the floor with him, along with one janitor who was mopping the hallway directly in front of him.

Thankfully, it had been an unusually light week in spite of the bad weather, and most of the beds on the floor were empty.

"Must have been divine intervention." Mike thought to himself. "People seem to have actually listened to the authorities for once and stayed at home during this storm". He looked at his watch and yawned. It was 12:30 a.m., and it was going to be a long shift. He had a lot of paperwork to catch up on, but he just couldn’t face it at the moment, so he began to make his rounds, looking in on the patients on the floor.

Johnny Gage had been brought in by Squad 36 earlier that day. His landlady had found him dazed, confused and hallucinating. Joe Early had diagnosed the problem as a bad reaction to some pain medication that he had prescribed for Johnny for a badly strained lower back muscle. Apparently, Johnny still had some pain, and had taken another OTC medication on top of it. "Ahhh, Johnny." Mike sighed and smiled sadly to himself as he read the chart. "You should have known better. You’re a paramedic for Pete’s sake."

Mike and Johnny had always had a tedious relationship, although things had improved quite a bit over recent months. Mike knew that Johnny was not fond his bedside manner, which Johnny had once described as being roughly akin to that of Attilla the Hun. Johnny thought that Mike could be cold, hard-hearted and unfeeling at times. The truth of the matter was, however, that Mike felt most things very deeply. Too deeply sometimes, and that could be dangerous for someone in his chosen profession. He had a very compassionate heart, and often felt the pain his patients were experiencing deep in his own soul. He would hide his feelings under a veneer of overt professionalism, a "just-the facts, ma’am" sort of attitude. It was his way of shielding himself from the daily drama that always unfolded before him swathed in pain and blood. Often, this came across to others as callousness, and he knew it. Sometimes though, his tender, caring side would show through. When Station 51’s canine mascot was not feeling up to snuff, Mike
had scoured the hospital library to find out what a dog’s normal body temperature should be.

Even then, he had been careful to make sure that Dixie did not let the boys at the station know where the information came from. He didn’t want them to know that he was actually worried about a scruffy little dog named "Boot" when he had human beings in much worse states to take care of. He was afraid it would be seen as weakness, or as an error in prioritizing. Mike knew he had to allow more of his tender side to show through, but he had not yet found the right balance between tenderness and professionalism. It frustrated him. He had made some big strides in recent months toward achieving this goal. Johnny Gage acknowledged this, and it went a long way in improving their relationship, but Mike still had a long way to go.

Johnny had this balance firmly in place, and it was a quality Mike greatly admired in him. It astounded Mike the way Johnny could sometimes get so emotionally involved with a patient gone bad, and then return to work his next shift. He genuinely liked Johnny, and he wished he could be more like him, at least in that respect. He wanted their relationship to grow closer. That was because, unbeknownst to anyone but himself, he found Johnny attractive in other ways as well.

Mike Morton didn’t date much, and everyone at Rampart simply assumed that it was because he was so consumed with his caseload. Sometimes he would put in so many extra hours at Rampart that it almost seemed like he lived there. This was true to some extent, he was certainly devoted to his career, but it was also a fact that Mike Morton didn’t date women.

Men were his cup of tea. Desperately not wanting this to be discovered by his coworkers for fear of negative repercussions, he never discussed his personal life with anyone, at least with respect to relationships.

He was content to let everyone think he was just too busy to have one. Mike wanted a relationship though, and he wanted it to be with Johnny. Mike frequently found himself studying Johnny as he walked down the hallways, admiring the way his long, sleek body moved under his blue uniform. He liked Johnny’s boyish demeanor, his quick, crooked smile, and the way his
eyes shined when he smiled. He was always hoping that the next time that Johnny came in with one of his many injuries, that he would get to be the one to examine him. He liked the idea of thoroughly examining Johnny.

Very thoroughly examining Johnny.

It had been rumored for some time that Johnny had relationships with other men from time to time, including his partner, but nobody could seem to confirm this, and of course, Johnny would admit to nothing. Mike sincerely hoped that these rumors were true, but felt powerless to do anything about it. He couldn’t possibly investigate without tipping someone off about his own preferences. Besides, he didn’t know whether Johnny would accept his advances, anyway. He
was secretly jealous of Johnny’s close relationships with Roy and the other boys at Station 51.

He wanted to be part of Johnny’s world, and he wanted Johnny to know that he could be as tender, as feeling, and as loving as anyone else. He just didn’t know how to show him.

Mike could hear the low, rolling thunder of the storm raging outside as he walked into Room 510 to check on its lone occupant. Johnny was sleeping at the moment, sedated and in restraints. They had had to restrain him. He would try to fight whatever it was that he was seeing in his hallucinations, and had kicked up quite a ruckus earlier in the day. His long, dark hair was tousled, falling loosely over his forehead, and Mike couldn’t help but notice how much he looked like a little boy lying there. Johnny had an innocence about him that Mike found extremely attractive. How could someone who dealt with pain and suffering and death on a daily basis, like he did, still be so damned innocent? It made Johnny all the more dear to him. Mike felt that he had lost his own innocence ages ago.

Turning his attention back to his patient, Mike’s eyes followed the outline of Johnny’s long, lean frame under the sheets, arms outstretched and tied at the wrists, and the long legs spread wide and tied at the ankles. "Lean and taut, and tied down tight," he thought to himself. He liked the idea of Johnny lying before him in restraints. He liked the idea of being able to do anything he wanted to Johnny, anything at all, without resistance. The mere thought turned him on. He could feel his cock starting to grow hard in his white uniform, and he forced himself to close his eyes.

"Don’t even think it." he told himself. "Don’t you dare." Then he heard Johnny moan softly.

He opened his eyes and looked the object of his affections. Johnny was dreaming, and by the sound of it, he was having a pretty good one. His breathing was becoming erratic and raspy, he was starting to sweat, and Mike couldn’t help but notice the distinct bulge forming under the sheets at Johnny’s groin. The harsh lighting in the hospital room served to illuminate and
accentuate the finest details of the figure lying under the sheets. As he watched this, Mike’s cock was getting so hard that he had to adjust his pants to relieve the pressure. He could feel his pulse quicken, his body temperature rise, and his desire to touch and explore Johnny’s tightly bound body was almost too much to bear. He fought the impulse, but it was a battle he was losing, and he knew it. He knew he should leave- now. "Just a quick peek, then I’ll get the hell out of here before I do something I’ll regret," he told himself. He reached across the bed and carefully pulled back the sheets. Johnny’s gown had ridden up past his waist, completely exposing his lower half. Mike could see Johnny’s rock-hard, oh-so-sensitive cock in all its glory. He could see that the nipples were hardened to perfection under the loose-fitting cotton.

"Oh, god…" Mike whispered. He swallowed hard. He just had to touch him, just a little. Just once. Then he’d leave.

He looked at the clock. A nurse wasn’t due to come in for at least another forty-five minutes.

Mike licked his lips and slowly pulled the screening curtain around Johnny’s bed, trying to be quiet so as not to wake his patient. Then, barely touching the smooth and silky skin, he started to run his index finger down Johnny’s body, beginning at the shell of Johnny’s ear, moving slowly down his long sleek neck, then pausing to delicately trace the outline of his collarbone.

Mike knew he should stop there, but it was just too damned tempting. The string at the back of the gown was visibly untied, so Mike gently raised the light garment up and off to one side, exposing the rest of Johnny’s slender body. "If he wakes up, I’ll tell him one of the nurses left him uncovered like this, and that I was just helping him out…" Mike reassured himself. He resumed his path down Johnny’s chest, stopping to lightly stroke and tease on of the small,
hardened nipples. Johnny groaned at the touch and began to move in his restraints. His eyelids
fluttered. Mike stopped for a moment, gasped and licked his lips. His free hand moved to the bulge at his own groin, and he rubbed himself to relieve some of the tension that was building inside him. Then he started to play with his patient again. He spent a few minutes gently teasing Johnny’s nipples, one at a time, all the while keeping an ear peeled for the sound of someone entering the room. Johnny was moaning softly, and continuously now, writhing and squirming
under Mike’s delicate touch.

Suddenly, Johnny’s eyes fluttered open and his gaze met Mike’s. Mike froze. "What do I do now?!! Oh god, what do I do?!!", he thought. For a horrifying moment he was seized with panic. He saw his career ending, and his sexual preference exposed to all who knew him.

He would be accused of sexually assaulting a patient.

He would have to leave Rampart and his profession in disgrace. All those years wasted. Then, grabbing hold of his emotions, he realized that Johnny wasn’t looking at him, he was looking through him, with eyes glazed, pupils wide and dilated. "He thinks he’s dreaming," Mike thought to himself. "He’s so heavily sedated, he doesn’t realize that this is real!"

This revelation surged straight to Mikes cock like a lightning bolt, and he knew that his long-awaited opportunity was at hand. "Everything’s just fine Johnny," he whispered to his dazed patient. "This won’t hurt at all. I’m just going to touch you a little bit, that’s all. Just be good for me and lie still, OK? Just relax". Mikes voice was growing raspy and breathless as well.

Johnny just moaned softly in response. Everything was hazy, like it was floating. He thought he vaguely recognized the person he was seeing before him, but he just couldn’t place the face, or his surroundings. He really didn’t care about that at the moment. He couldn’t think straight, but he sure could feel. His body was on fire, and he needed relief. It felt like every nerve in his body had been sensitized, and he was horny as hell. His cock was throbbing. He tried to move his arms, wanting to reach down and stroke himself, but he couldn’t. He didn’t know why. His body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. He groaned and pulled against the restraints. He was too groggy to realize that he was tied. He just wanted somebody, anybody, to touch him, to make him cum. He wanted to cum so badly. "Pleeease… tttouch mmmee pleeeease..I cccan’t staaaand it…" Johnny slurred, breathlessly. He began to writhe again.

Seeing this just about sent Mike over the edge. There, on the bed before him, was his desire, his obsession, bound and helpless. The most sensitive parts of his exquisite body were exposed, vulnerable, and at completely at Mike’s mercy. If that were not incentive enough, he knew that Johnny would probably not remember the encounter, or at best, would not be sure it actually happened. This knowledge thrilled Mike to the core, like some potent aphrodisiac. It was worth
the risk, he decided. He left Johnny just long enough to check the hallway, to make sure no one was around. Then he went back to seduce his charge.

"Let’s see how much pleasure you can take." he thought to himself as he let his fingers wander freely over Johnny’s torso. While he touched him, he lowered his head and gently took one of the small tan nipples into his mouth. He nibbled and sucked it ever so softly, occasionally flicking it with his tongue.

Johnny groaned loudly and struggled to lift his hips off the bed. Mike move from one nipple to the other, and then back again with agonizing slowness. He could see the pearly drops of pre-cum leaking from the tip of Johnny’s swollen cock. As he suckled, he moved his fingers lightly over Johnny’s chest and abs. "Tight as a drum," Mike mused, as he continued his exploration.

He suckled the nipples for what seemed to Johnny like an eternity. In continuing his exploration, Mike moved his hands around to Johnny’s sides, and stroked gently, up and down, using just his fingertips. As soon as he did this, Johnny squirmed feverishly in his restraints and giggled helplessly. "Ticklish?" Mike grinned. He decided to keep it up for just a little while, stroking and tickling, while he savored the notion that he was in complete control and that Johnny was absolutely powerless to do anything about it. This feeling of the absolute power he had over Johnny’s body made Mike all the hornier.

When Johnny was gasping for breath, and the tears were running, Mike relented. He didn’t want to torture poor Johnny, at least not too much anyway. He moved his hands down to Johnny’s thighs; purposely avoiding the area that he knew needed to be touched most. He
stroked the soft, silky skin of Johnny’s inner thighs working his way upwards. He followed his fingers with his lips and tongue, nibbling and licking all the way up. Johnny’s entire frame was starting to quiver now, and his eyes were starting to roll back in his head.

"I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet," Mike whispered softly. He slowly and carefully licked the creases of Johnny’s groin, where thigh met hip, letting his plush tongue roam the length at will. Then he brushed his lips lightly around and over Johnny’s sac, watching it twitch under the touch before kissing each of the delicate balls softly and drawing them into his mouth, one at a time. Taking his time, he circled each one with his tongue, licking and teasing it thoroughly before moving to the other one. As he did this, he let his fingers dance along the length of Johnny’s smooth, hard shaft, then left them to linger at the tip, mingling in the pre-cum and teasing the super-sensitive head.

It drove Johnny wild. Johnny had gone from steady moaning to steady whimpering, his body convulsing and drenched in sweat. He was quivering as if an electric pulse was surging through his body, and his head was thrashing back and forth on the pillow. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his breath was coming in short gasps. His arms and legs were pulling hard against the
restraints, but the straps held him fast. Mike loved it. "So helpless, so vulnerable, and mine, all mine!" he laughed to himself, as he watched Johnny struggle in vain.

Mike rose up and took Johnny’s hard-as-steel cock into his mouth, pulling it in a deeply as he could, then drawing it out slowly, lashing the length with his tongue all the way. He did this again and again, pausing only to lick the swollen, purple head or run his tongue through the little slit, making sure he teased the head thoroughly before deep-throating Johnny again. He held onto the base, squeezing just hard enough to keep Johnny from coming. Johnny was soooo close, and Mike wanted to keep him there a while longer. "Not yet. I’m not through with you." Mike
whispered. Johnny was too deep in ecstasy to do anything but writhe and whimper helplessly.

Mike could feel the strong pulse in his cock, and knew that Johnny was very, very close to his reaching pleasure threshold.

Looking around while deciding what to do next, Mike spied a tube of K-Y on a nurse’s cart that had been left by the bed during her last visit. "That’s what I need!" Mike smiled. His spread it liberally over his fingers and stroked the taut, sensitive skin between Johnny’s balls and his love hole. Then he began to rim the tight little entrance to Johnny’s tunnel exchanging his fingers with his tongue from time to time. Johnny was desperately trying to buck his hips off the bed by this time; the slick feel of Mike’s fingers and tongue at his exquisitely sensitive entrance putting him at the brink of sensory overload.

Mike inserted one finger, then two, then three as he stretched Johnny open wide. "I see you’ve had this done before," Mike cooed softly, as he felt Johnny yield to his fingers. "I guess those rumors are true after all." he grinned. He expertly massaged Johnny’s prostate while he licked and sucked his cock, driving his very special patient out of his mind, until he sensed that Johnny had had all he could take. Mike released his fingers from the base of Johnny’s cock, and let him cum. Cum he did, and oh-so-hard, too. All that Johnny could see at that moment was a bright
white light that exploded into an array of the most brilliant and intense colors he had ever seen.

He arched his back and sent every drop he had of his hot, white jet coursing down Mike’s eager throat. Johnny’s shriek was long and loud as he exploded, but he had been shrieking a lot that day. No one on the floor paid any particular attention anymore unless it went on for some time, so Mike was safe.

Johnny was still gasping and in spasms as Mike undid the restraints at his ankles and pushed his legs back and upwards. The brilliant colors faded back to the cloudy haze he had become accustomed to, and he could hear a dull buzzing in his ears. Mike quickly undid his pants, pushed them down and climbed onto the bed.

He positioned himself between Johnny’s silken thighs.

Being careful not to hurt his precious lover, he entered Johnny’s well-prepared ass in one smooth motion, and buried himself to the hilt in the warm, tight tunnel. Johnny started moaning again as Mike coursed in and out of him, grazing Johnny’s prostate with each long, steady stroke. Johnny was completely spent, having been teased until he exploded, but as Mike continued his loving assault on his tender ass, his cock was starting to harden again. Mike was delighted to see that. "Glad you’re enjoying this as much as I am!" Mike chuckled to himself as he felt his own climax building. A few strokes later he shot his own load deep into Johnny, thrusting himself as deeply as he could, and choking back the scream that burned in his throat and strained to be released. He leaned forward, covering Johnny’s body with his own, and passionately kissed those pretty lips he had so longed for while he gazed deep into the glassy brown eyes that looked back at him, still showing no signs of recognition.

As soon as Mike was able, he dressed himself again and began to gently clean all traces of his little romp from Johnny’s body. When he was good and clean, Mike placed Johnny’s ankles back in the restraints, fixed his gown for him and covered him back up, snug and warm. Johnny was exhausted from the encounter, and still under sedation, quickly fell asleep as Mike watched over him, stroking him gently and running his fingers through the long dark hair.

Just as Mike was rolling back the curtain from around Johnny’s bed, the night nurse came in to give Johnny his next dose of medication. She was surprised to see Dr. Morton in the room. "Is everything alright?" she asked. "I thought you would be through with your rounds by now."

Mike answered her with his usual cool, professional demeanor. "Our patient here was having
another hallucinatory episode. I thought I’d stay awhile until it was over, to make sure he didn’t hurt himself trying to get out of the restraints."

"I thought I heard him yell," the nurse replied. "Wow, he’s really been sweating, too. It must have been a good one".

Mike nodded. "That it was," he said.

By morning, the rains had subsided and staff was trickling back into Rampart General. Mike was making his final rounds before ending his shift. He stepped back into Room 510. Johnny was sitting up and having breakfast, though still a little groggy. The medicine that had caused him so much trouble had finally exited his system, and he was out of the restraints. Dr. Early would probably release him in the afternoon.

Mike stood at the foot of the bed and read Johnny’s chart. "So, how are you feeling this morning?" Mike asked.

Johnny was looking at Mike with the strangest expression on his face, almost as if he’d never met Mike before. "Okay, I guess" he mumbled through a mouthful of toast, spitting crumbs onto the blanket as he spoke. "A little worn out, though."

Mike spoke up before Johnny had a chance to say anything else. "You had a pretty rough night last night," he said gently, noting the slight bruising on Johnny’s wrists where he had fought the restraints, "but you should be just fine now."

"Yeah, I feel a lot better." Johnny replied, smiling. "Man, I was having some wild dreams last night, though. You were in one of them. It must have been the medication." Mike smiled. "I hope they were good ones," he said. Johnny grinned back at him, his mouth still full. "Oh, they were." He stopped for a moment and looked at Mike with that same quizzical expression before he continued. "You know, Doc, I just might have to start viewing you in a whole new light," Johnny said. He studied Mike for a moment more, and then he quickly looked away and turned his attention back to his breakfast tray.

Mike placed the chart back at the foot of the bed and turned to leave. Muttering under his breath, he smiled to himself and said, "I hope you do!"

FINIS