Coronation Street belongs to Granada and ITV. I don't own any of these characters or any of the actors. This is just fiction. Don't read this if you are offended by any of the ideas and don't read this if you are not 18 or older.
It's been several years since I updated this story. I'm not sure if there's still any interest but I wanted to try to move on and include a few of the show's more recent hunks. I am going to try to wrap up the old stories quickly in these chapters. If you have any suggestions or ideas, feel free to let me know.
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Gary took a long drag off his fag as he watched the world go by outside the bedroom window of Chez Windass.
"Garyluv, it's a good idea!"
Gary grimaced and tried to his ignore his mother's high-pitched wailing.
"Are you listening, Gary? That's what the doctor is for, to...doctor! Dr. Carter's really nice and sweet."
Gary put out his cigarette on the glass, barely noticing the stain.
"I'll call him if I need a cuddle."
Gary ignored Anna's sigh as she left the room. He'd had a tough time this last year. No one could understand. He'd been in the middle of a hellish war and had seen his best mate Quinny cut down. Quinny had been more than a mate. On those cold nights they'd laid together, groping, wanking each other, sneaking the occasional kiss, torn between not wanting anyone to know and not giving a shit if they did know. Gary didn't believe in 'love' but if he ever loved anybody, it was Quinny.
Gary looked down at the old rotting boat currently being frowned at by that buzzard Gail whothefuckknowsherlastname. It had been in storage but now Gail was selling it to help cover the money she lost when she got sacked. He grinned, in spite of himself, at the memory of ole Joe McIntire working on that thing day and night. A few times Gary had "helped" him repair the boat, shoving his hand down the front - and sometimes back - of Joe's loose track bottoms, teasing him until he'd had a white cream in his pants to match the color of the old tub. That seemed like a lifetime ago. He and Joe had been up and down and around but then when Joe started getting blackmailed Joe had started to back off. Turned out some debt collector had taken the snaps, anything to get money out of Joe. He was tall, dark, fit as...Gary always wondered if he'd given Joe a good pounding for payment. But Joe had never been a smart man, and had ultimately gone on an insurance scam that had cost him his life.
He saw David giving the boat a kick. David had always hated Joe...even more after Joe got to his tight arse. Sweet ass on him, Gary smirked. Since his return to Weatherfield, Gary hadn't gone for another tumble with David, and David hadn't offered, but he was tempted. He knew David was too. Maybe if he ever stopped feeling like he was in a fog and wanting to punch the whole world, he'd grope David the way he did in their old days with Peter. Poor Peter, crippled and miserable...
Not much to be happy about in Weatherfield. Gary wondered why he'd even come back.
Gary's gloom was interrupted by his bedroom door opening and Anna, forced cheer in her step, striding in. Gary shook his head.
"Mum, I coulda been naked."
"Oh don't be silly!" Anna chirped, nervously looking at their guest. "Our Gary likes to tease."
Their guest was Dr. Matt Carter, the GP Anna had urged him to go see. Gary was too down to notice him when they crossed paths in the Rovers, but in his bedroom, he could appreciate the stunning beauty of the man. A perfect body, cutting a fine figure in his tailored black suit, short dark hair freshly washed, a handsome, endearing face, with a permanent expression of slight confusion, and a sexy pout.
"I only tease when I'm asked," Gary smirked. It was the closest thing he'd had to a smile in ages.
Carter picked up on the flirtation even if Anna was oblivious. He smirked back. Gary was wearing a white vest a size too small, with a copper treasure trail peeking through tight cotton. His grey track bottoms left nothing to the imagination.
"I think I'd like to examine Gary personally...I-I mean privately," Carter stammered.
"Oh, of course. I'll just be making the tea. If he's any trouble just let me know!" Anna hurried, relieved her son was finally accepting some help.
Once Anna was gone, and Gary checked to make sure she wasn't listening at the door, he peeled off his shirt, slowly, knowing Carter was drooling over his toned abs and pectorals.
Carter, licking his lips, tried to focus.
"Gary, I genuinely do want to help you."
The good doc was so earnest Gary felt a little sick. Gary closed the blinds, a sudden sound in a room of silence, and began circling poor well-meaning Dr. Carter, running his hand over his bare midsection, fingertips teasing the waistband of his well-worn trackies.
"Want me to tell you where it hurts, doc?" Gary laughed. Such a husky, sexy laugh.
Before Carter could answer, Gary put Carter's soft, long fingers up to his obscenely bulging crotch.
"I-I don't think this is a good idea," Carter managed to get out.
Gary wished he had the stethoscope around his neck, to pull him in for a kiss. Instead he just roughly grabbed the back of Carter's neck. He saw the fear, and desire, in Carter's beautiful brown eyes.
As he did, he was suddenly, painfully reminded of Quinny the first time they'd kissed, the first time Quinny had left him.
"Is everything alright?" Carter asked, more disappointed than he cared to admit that Gary had stopped.
"Just...just get out," Gary whispered. He wasn't in the mood for games anymore.
He turned to the draped window, waiting for the door to open and then close.
Instead he felt that soft hand on his bare shoulder, slowly turning him around.
Dr. Carter, still oh so sincere, and angelic, put his finger under Gary's chin. He knew what would help Gary heal.
Tentatively, Gary kissed him, Carter's full lips pressed against his as Gary's tongue brushed across them. Their kiss grew more passionate, as so many of Gary's pent-up emotions were released.
In time with those movements he slipped Carter's suit jacket off his shoulders. Their tongues met as Gary's fingers instinctively made quick work of Carter's light blue dress shirt. He wasn't wearing anything underneath and his brown nipples hardened in the cool room, Carter lightly moaning into Gary's warm mouth as Gary tweaked the left with his jagged thumbnail.
Gary stepped back, catching his breath, and pulled his vest over his head. He kicked off his slippers and was about to do the same with his bottoms when Carter's hands encircled his waist.
"Let me do that," Carter breathed into Gary's long neck.
Slowly, the garment was lowered, another inch of Gary's hard, leaking cock exposed to Carter's knowing glance. Gary felt strangely intimidated and yet perfectly at peace when he was finally fully exposed to the doctor, when his engorged penis was firmly wrapped in that clinical hand.
Carter sank to his knees, his expensive trousers scuffed on the hardwood floor. "I haven't done this since I moved here," he half-warned, half-marveled, as he moved back Gary's foreskin, as his tongue nervously flicked over Gary's exposed glans.
Gary looked down, almost as if he wasn't even in the room, wasn't even the one being sucked off, barely feeling the soft hair he gripped in his hands as he carefully guided Carter's throat down more and more of his erection. Carter cupped Gary's buttocks, still muscular from army training. He was fantastic, only a few sounds of gagging and Gary barely noticed those. He barely noticed anything.
"Fuck me," Gary pleaded, barely hearing himself.
Carter didn't respond, so Gary pulled him away from the cock he craved.
"I want to feel something," Gary said. "I need you to fuck me."
Carter looked over at the door, and was clearly about to object. Gary had enough, and with a display of brute strength, tore open Carter's zip, pulling out his rock hard, slick 8 inches.
"If you're here to help me, then bloody well do it!"
Gary threw himself down on the bed, face against the pillow. He closed his eyes, expecting to hear Carter leave...instead, he felt a cool, slippery finger, then a second for company, stretching his tight cheeks. He'd been hoping for a tongue...guess that was for the second date."
After three very thorough fingers, Carter climbed onto the bed, still wearing most of his clothes, or the remnants of them. Gary spread his cheeks open, teeth biting the fabric, waiting.
He was surprised when Carter gently turned him around, staring at him, with such professional concern and abject lust. That shattered, slightly, when Carter first began to enter him, that thick cock tunneling home. When he was finally there, he shuddered, and Gary's eyes began to well up.
They began to kiss again, softly, and then more and more forcefully, as Carter began thrusting into him, smooth chest sweaty and sticking to his open shirt, trousers and boxers around his ankles. Gary grabbed at the doc's sculpted bum, groping and pushing him in further as they forgot anyone else was in the house. The bedsprings creaked in time with each deep pulsation.
Gary tried to stroke himself, but Carter held both of his hands over his head. Carter's flat stomach was glued to Gary's hard cock, and the friction was more than enough to send Gary over. Gary opened his mouth, but no sounds accompanied the large load splattered between himself and his lover. Carter was much more animated, grunting and allowing himself one very sharp cry of pleasure as he filled Gary with his seed.
Gary still wasn't completely sure what had gone on as he felt Carter tenderly pulling out of him. All he knew was that he'd wanted to feel alive again, enjoy something, not be disconnected. And for a few moments, he had.
He lit up another fag as he watched Carter get dressed. He cringed slightly as he saw the torn shreds of Carter's fly.
"Sorry 'bout that," he muttered.
"No problem," Carter quickly responded. "I'll just say I...caught them on something."
Both men stared at each other for a moment, awkwardly, before Carter finished dressing.
"Listen, doc, I..."
Making a face at the smoke he had to inhale, Carter quickly pulled the cigarette from Gary's hand and put it out.
"What, are they gonna kill me?" Gary glared.
Carter impulsively quieted Gary with a kiss.
"I want you to come see me on Monday to talk about smoking."
Gary saw a brief spark in Carter's otherwise stern expression which suggested more, but didn't press it.
"Yeah. Maybe."
Carter allowed himself a sheepish grin before he hurried out of the bedroom.
Gary put on a towel and, before going for a shower, played with another smoke, rolling it around his fingers. He fell a hell of a lot more satisfied. Maybe not better, but at least he felt something.
He barely noticed his mother walking in.
"So how'd it go? I had to go to Dev's for tea - got those biscuits you like so much. Guess he gave you a real looking over! I hope he helped. You haven't been the same lately, Garyluv...I hope you know how much we love you. And if you need to talk, son, please just..."
She trailed off.
Before she left the room, Gary smiled at her. A genuine smile.
He allowed himself to tell her, "Thanks."