A nervous, young twink sits on the cold, sterile exam table, legs crossed, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his unbuttoned lab coat. The room is filled with the scent of disinfectant and the faint hum of a distant machine. He's here for a routine physical, but the doctor is running late, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the nervous anticipation of being seen, touched, by another man. His heart races as he hears footsteps approaching, the door creaking open, and the doctor's warm, professional greeting.