Getting a Filling, by JL Merrow

May 8, 2010

Hi, I’m JL Merrow.  It’s great to be here today, talking about my contribution to the Necking anthology that’s due out on May 10th.

When I saw the call for the anthology, I didn’t have to think twice about whether I’d submit to it! I’d recently stretched myself by writing a couple of m/m/f ménage stories, and was very keen to try writing an m/m/m ménage.  Hence “Getting a Filling”, a tale about a visit to the dentist that ends up being a lot more fun than Ivo and his partner Colin were expecting!  Why did I set my story at a dentist’s surgery?  Well, having just had my six-monthly check-up, that was kind of a no-brainer too.  It was great fun imagining three hot guys using the chair for activities the manufacturers had never intended, and I’m sure the fact that my own dentist is rather easy on the eyes, even in a surgical mask, didn’t hurt, either!

You might think from all this that I’m a big fan of going to the dentist.  Sadly, um, no.  I have to admit that there’s a fair bit of me in Ivo, whose partner Colin describes him as “the world’s biggest wuss.”  I remember last time I had to have a filling—my kids were with me, which was actually a relief as it meant I’d have to keep my abject fear and total drill-phobia under control, so as not to give them a complex too.  I thought I was doing rather well.

Then my daughter, who at the time was all of six years old, came and held my hand as I lay rigid in the chair, and said confidently, “Don’t worry, Mummy.  It’ll be all right.”

Apparently, as well as being the world’s biggest wuss, I am also the world’s worst actor.

Oh, well.  At least I’ve raised considerate kids!

And now here’s the excerpt from “Getting a Filling”

As Ivo walked into the surgery, the smell hit him.  A mix of antiseptic and that horrid pink stuff they made you rinse your mouth out with after they’d finished their sadistic little round of torture.  And a faint whiff of mint.  Uniquely dentist, it transported Ivo back to his childhood and his mother’s harassed voice, promising him a whole box of Smarties if he’d only, please, just try to be good at the dentist’s this time.

“Ivo, you’re hurting my hand,” Colin hissed in his ear.  Ivo let go hurriedly.

And then he looked at the dentist, and all his anxiety seemed to drain away.  Right along with most of the blood in the upper portions of his body.  That seemed to be heading south so fast Ivo was vaguely surprised he didn’t keel straight over on the floor, leaving just his dick standing up and waving enthusiastically.  The dentist was absolutely bloody gorgeous.  Well, what could be seen of him was, at any rate.  Green eyes twinkled above his surgical mask, and dark, almost black curls poked out from under his cap.  The whole effect was Pan, gone middle-class professional.  Ivo found himself wondering if there might be two tiny horns nestling in those curls under the cap.  And as for the rest of him… His tight white tunic (and how come Ivo had never realised just how sexy a tunic could be?) seemed to strain to contain his muscular chest, and his trousers clung lovingly to rock-hard thighs.

Ivo heard Colin’s sharp intake of breath and knew his lover was just as affected by the sight as he was.  It was one of the many reasons he felt so lucky having Colin; they had very similar tastes in men.

“Ah, Mr Eccles?  If you’d like to take a seat.”  The dentist waved politely at the chair, which looked more like a couch in its present semi-reclined state.  Really, you could get up to all sorts of things in a chair like that…

“Ivo,” Ivo told him as he moved forward, drawn by the lure of that mellow voice.  “Please, call me Ivo.”

The green eyes crinkled up at the corners.  “Ivo, then.  And you’d better call me Ted.”  As Ivo sat down, Ted set the chair in motion, reclining it even further.  Ivo swallowed, feeling a sudden urge to cover his groin with his hands just in case he might be, ah, showing his appreciation a little inappropriately.  “Now, have we had any particular problems, Ivo?”

Firmly pushing aside all thoughts of one particular problem in his trousers, Ivo nodded, the motion a little awkward from his recumbent position.  “Yes.  Back right, at the top—there’s a tooth that’s been bothering me lately.” He felt himself blushing, and reflected that at least that meant not all of his blood was collected where it shouldn’t be.  “I’m afraid I haven’t been to the dentist for about a decade.”

Black eyebrows drew together in reproach.  “Well, you should realise that might mean there’ll be a fair bit of work to do.  But let’s take a look, shall we?”

He leaned over Ivo, the heat of his body a tangible thing.  “Open wide, please.”

Oh, I’d love to open wide for you, Ted, Ivo thought.  Green eyes widened, and in the corner Colin made a sort of spluttering sound.  Ivo felt a sudden chill. “Did I say that aloud?”

5 Responses to “Getting a Filling, by JL Merrow”

  1. Dreamspinner Press says:

    *laughs* I had wondered at the inspiration for the setting at a dentist’s office. Thanks for sharing!

  2. *chuckles* that’s a great line to finish on!
    I never would have believed that there was such a thing as a sexy dentist until I moved to Bath, and got registered with a practice full of the most unfeasibly good looking dentists and dental nurses. It made going for a check up a much more pleasant experience, if a little distracting!

  3. JL Merrow says:

    Thanks, Jo!
    Yes, I was very relieved to discover not all dentists were of the scary sort when I registered with my current one! And I’m all for getting distracted when at the dentist! ;D

  4. Jana_Denardo says:

    now this is a different setting.I can’t wait to see it

  5. JL Merrow says:

    Hope you enjoy it! :D

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