In the sterile, white clinic, twink doctors find solace in each other's company. One, his heart pounding, coats his smooth arms with lubricant, eyes gleaming with unspoken desires. The clinic's silence amplifies their ragged breaths, the click of a pen echoing like a gunshot. They're ready for action, any action, their medical uniforms tenting with arousal as they wait, their bodies aching for the touch of another.