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Have you thought about doing anything for doctor Detroit? Or Dan's male prostitute character from snl? If not could you consider doing a one-shot where the following scenarios could happen...

DD- teaching assistant discovers the hidden life of doctor Detroit and to take down mom character decides to help him out by posing as a stripper or one of his girls.

SNL- character calls for him specifically (maybe a childhood friend, old colleague or something along thoes lines) basically the complete opposite of the sketch. Main point he is wanted.

Thank you for this request, anon!

Since I have a Doctor Detroit fic already cooking in my head, I decided to go with Fred Garvin: Male Prostitute.

This kinda got away from me and ended up being 12 pages long 😅 Enjoy, anon!

Also here on Ao3

NSFW under the cut!

Let It Only Ever Be Me

“Yo, Fred!”

Fred looked up at Slick, who was leaning around the doorframe. “Yeah, Slick?”

“You got a call. Some lady is asking for you by name.”

Fred blinked in surprise. “Me?”

“Yeah, you!” Slick walked in and dropped a piece of paper on his desk. “Here’s the address. Nice place, too. You must have made a good impression somewhere!”

Fred picked up the paper and stared at the address. He didn't recognize it, but hey, work was work.

***

When you opened the door, you could tell that Fred wasn't expecting to see you. And honestly, you might have been expecting him, but it had been a while since you last saw him. He looked the same, with his same slicked-down hair under his hat, thick horn-rimmed glasses, and a plaid jacket. He was still handsome in Fred's dorky way. But you’d forgotten just how much you liked him. Or, perhaps, more than liked… For some reason, things never really went anywhere between you two, though you were sure there was mutual attraction.

Right now, he was staring at you, open-mouthed, obviously shocked to see you.

“Hello, Fred,” you greeted with a smile.

He stuttered out your name. “You live here?”

You grinned. “Yeah. I’ve done well since college, huh?”

“I’ll say!”

You stepped aside and motioned him in. He hesitated just for a moment before nodding his thanks and walking inside.

“I’ll admit,” Fred continued. “I wasn’t expectin’ to see you. I also wasn’t expectin’ to get asked for by name.”

“To be honest, Fred, when I heard what you were doing… Well, I was curious.”

He glanced at you, seemingly becoming a little nervous. “Is that so?”

You walked backward, further into the house, and Fred followed, his gaze flickering between you and your belongings.

“Sure. I also missed you.”

Now, Fred stopped. “You did?”

“I do.”

He held out his hands. “Well, I service the entire quad-cities area, so I suppose it wouldn’t be very likely for us to run into each other.” He took a few steps closer to you. “And, uh… I missed you, too.”

You took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Good.”

Fred smiled before taking a deep breath. “Well, now that the formalities are out of the way, why don’t we mosey on up to your bedroom so I can roger you roundly til six in the morning!”

You bit your lip to not laugh. “Now, wait a minute, Fred—”

“If you’re worried, I assure you, I’m fully qualified! And you have my personal assurance of professionalism, hygiene, and animal gratification.”

“Oh, I’m sure!” you replied, unable to hide your laughter now. You stepped up to him, resting your hands on his chest. “But that’s not why I asked for you, Fred. Not for your… services.”

His expression fell. “Oh. Well, as for my services, you get me for the whole night.”

You took his hands again, leading him toward the dining room. “I know. And I want you here the whole night. And don’t worry, you’ll still get paid. But I want your company, Fred. I meant what I said. I missed you. And I’d like to catch up.”

You didn’t miss the disappointed expression that crossed his face before he forced a smile. “I suppose I can do that. You’re right. It has been a long time.”

“Exactly! Now, won’t you join me for dinner?”

“Be happy to.”

Dinner went well, better than you expected. You both caught up with each other's lives, easily falling back into the comfortableness that you two shared years ago. He told you a little more about his work, you told him about yours. There was something still a little off about Fred, though. Something… sad. You couldn't figure out what it was, but you wanted to take that away.

After dinner, you gave him a tour of the house. Fred seemed genuinely pleased that you'd done well for yourself. You thanked him but secretly wondered what your life would have been like had you and Fred gotten together. You smiled a bit at the thought. Married, probably with a couple of kids at this point… Would Fred have wanted that?

“Bedroom?” Fred asked as you passed by the door.

You nodded. “Yeah.” You'd been avoiding that, not wanting to give him the wrong impression. “But there's nothing really special about it.”

“I think one can learn a lot about a person based on their bedroom.”

His hand was on the knob, but he was looking at you, waiting for your permission. Well, you supposed it was inevitable that this evening would end up here…

You motioned to the door. “Go ahead.”

Fred walked in, nodding as he looked around. “I knew it! Suits you.”

You leaned against the doorframe, watching him. “Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah! It's also very cozy.” He sat on the bed, leaning back on his hands, and smiled at you. You sensed the change in his demeanor. This wasn't just Fred anymore. “You sure you don't wanna change your mind? Why not give me a whirl, baby? What have you got to lose?”

“Fred…” you murmured, stepping further into the room.

“I can begin the session by striking a few seductive poses.”

“That's really not necessary…”

“Okay, no poses. Then just skedaddle into this bed, baby, and—”

“Fred, listen to me!”

That finally got his attention. He stopped moving, sitting silently and looking at you. You say next to him, taking his hands.

“I told you I didn't call you here for your services.”

He looked away, his typical unflappable demeanor slipping, the sadness from before showing again. “So, you don't want me either…”

You blinked in surprise. “What?”

Fred shrugged. “For a male prostitute, I'm not very good at closing the deal,” he admitted quietly. “I know people don't want me, that they humor me because they feel bad for me. I'm not an idiot. I can see it. But I was hopin’…” He pulled his hands from yours, turning away from you a bit, his voice so quiet now, no longer a salesman. “I was hopin’ it'd be different with you. That maybe, for once… someone would actually want me. You know, prove I'm not horrible at my job.”

“Fred…” you tried to say, but he continued.

“And then there's the trusses. Ya know, I got one for my hernia, my spleen… I know they're a turn-off, but…”

Finally, you grabbed his face, turned it toward you, and kissed him on the mouth. Fred made a surprised noise and pulled away, the look on his face shocked.

“I, uh…” he began a bit hoarsely. “I don't usually kiss clients.”

“Good thing I'm not a client,” you murmured, stroking his cheek.

Fred gazed at you, sighing softly. “No. No, you're not.”

You softly kissed him again, and this time, he kissed you back, though hesitantly. You smiled.

“Fred… I know I said I didn't call you here for sex, which is true. I didn't know how this evening would go. But that doesn't change the fact that I do want you. It doesn't have to be tonight, but… I don't want just sex. I want to make love to you, Fred. You. Fred, the man, not Fred Garvin: male prostitute.”

He stared at you in awe. “Ya mean, you… you really want me?"

You nodded. “Yes. I do. I have since we were in college together.”

Fred's shoulders sagged in relief. “I've wanted you, too. Well, more than just want…”

He looked away, his cheeks pink.

You smiled and turned his face back to yours. “I love you, Fred. I have for a long time.”

“Oh, honey, I love you, too!” he exclaimed passionately in great relief, taking your hands in his. “But I never thought… I mean, how could you ever love someone like me?”

“Easy,” you replied with a shrug. “You're you.”

The pleased little smile on his face made the whole evening worth it. His smile, however, then turned a little sad.

“No one's ever truly wanted me before…” he murmured.

You leaned closer, your hands on the lapels of his jacket. “Then let me prove it to you. I want you, trusses and all.”

That made him chuckle faintly. “Okay.”

He stood, and you moved further back onto the bed, watching him as he undid his belt.

“I do work with the glasses and jacket,” he said.

You gave him a look. “Fred.”

He seemed to realize what he'd said and how he'd said it. A bit sheepishly, he removed his jacket. “But I'll make an exception for you.”

You chuckled. “Gee, thanks.” You sat up and pulled him closer to begin unbuttoning his shirt. “We’ll have to break you of these habits. With me, I want you to be yourself, okay? You don't have to put on any airs or strike any seductive poses for me to want you.”

“But I can still pose?” he asked, and the hope in his voice was adorable.

You grinned and pecked his lips. “I'd be disappointed if you didn't.”

You had his shirt unbuttoned at this point, and you were just about to push it off his shoulders when he stilled your hands.

“Wait. Allow me.”

With a great flourish, he shed his shirt. You could see the top part of one of his trusses above the waistband of his pants, but that wasn't what you were focused on right now. No, you were far too interested in his chest and the hair there. You couldn't wait to touch him…

Fred then climbed onto the bed. “Now, I'd like to begin by striking a few seductive poses to stimulate arousal.”

You bit your lip as he began striking said poses. In all honesty, you weren't entirely sure what was seductive about them, but they endeared him to you even more.

“I call this one The Snake,” he said, laying on the bed before pushing himself up onto his hands. “Are you experiencing symptoms of arousal yet?”

“Oh, I'm experiencing something alright,” you said, trying desperately to not burst out laughing. He was precious.

Fred moved to sit next to you. “I'll take it! Now, enough foreplay, let’s get crackin’!”

Before he could move, you grabbed his shoulders.

“Wait. Listen, Fred… Why don't you let me take care of you? You usually do all the work, right? Why not let someone else pamper you for a change?”

He hesitated. “Oh, I don't know… No one’s ever done that for me before.”

“Then let me. Let me love you, Fred.”

He swallowed hard and nodded. “Alright. Suppose we can give it a whirl.”

“Good.”

You pushed him onto his back and climbed atop him. As you settled over his crotch, you frowned, looking down.

“That’s my rather elaborate network of trusses,” he explained. “Maybe we should take those off first. I will need your help with them.” You got off of him and let him stand again. He shed his pants, revealing the trusses. “I’ve got the hernia truss here. I got a spleen truss. It undoes with a coupla snaps in the back here.”

You were listening. Honest. But it was difficult to pay attention when, aside from the trusses, Fred was now in just his underwear and socks, and the underwear left little to the imagination. He was already hard, which made you impatient to remove them. But first, the trusses.

With a hard swallow, you shifted forward to help get them off. You half expected to see something, but there was nothing, no outward sign of anything wrong.

Once the trusses were discarded, Fred laid back down. He then looked over at you, his gaze trailing over you.

“Aren't you, uh… Aren't you gonna, ya know, take your clothes off, too?”

You smiled and climbed back on top of him. “I will, but I want to kiss you some more first.”

So, you did. You kissed him passionately, intent on stealing his breath away and make him mad with want for you. And you got your wish. As your tongue tangled with his, he moaned wantonly, his hands lightly moving over you as if he wasn't sure where he wanted to touch you first. You loved hearing the sounds he made, and more so than that, you loved touching his skin. With a few lingering pecks, you ended the kiss.

“So… if you never take your jacket off, no one ever touches you like this, then, right?” you asked, rubbing his heaving chest, your fingers carding through the hair there.

Fred shook his head, breathless. “N-no. Never. Only you.”

You took a breath. “Only me… Fred…” You leaned down and let your lips just barely touch his. “Let it only ever be me.”

He nodded. “Yes.”

You kissed him with that, and Fred's hands moved to start pulling at your clothes. You let him slowly undress you. It was slow because, with each article of clothes that disappeared, Fred had to touch your skin. They were gentle caresses, occasionally accentuated by a squeeze here and there. They had you wanting him more and more with each passing second.

“Fred,” you whispered as his hands slid up your bare back.

“You're so beautiful, baby,” he whispered back as you sat up.

His hands moved around to your breasts and gently kneaded them, his mouth falling open into a silent moan. You smiled sweetly and let him continue for a moment before leaning down to kiss his neck. Fred hummed in response. The sound thrilled you, and you wanted nothing more than to shower him with kisses and drown him in pleasure. He deserved it.

You shifted upward, pressing your covered core over his crotch. You both gasped as you rolled your hips over him.

“Please,” Fred all but whimpered.

“What do you want, sweetie?” you murmured, kissing across his shoulders and collarbone. “Tell me.”

“Touch me,” he gasped. “Please, baby, I'm dyin’ here!”

You took pity on him and freed him from his underwear. A sigh left you as you as you wrapped your hand around his cock and began to lightly stroke him. Fred moaned quietly in response, his hands gripping your thighs.

You pecked his lips. “You’re perfect.”

“N-no one’s ever said that to me before.”

“Oh, Fred,” you moaned, kissing his neck again. “You deserve to hear it every day, all day.” You then looked down at your hand moving over him, your thumb swiping up a bead of precum to smear over his tip. “God, I can’t wait to feel you inside me…”

Fred’s hips bucked, and his hands flew to the sheets to grip them. “And I wanna feel you around me.”

You breathed his name again, shifting around to remove your panties before lifting up and letting the head of his cock slide through your folds.

“Gosh,” Fred gasped, watching everything. “Even that feels so good, honey.”

“I know… Are you ready?”

He nodded frantically. “Yes!”

With that, you sank down onto him, sighing in relief upon feeling him finally filling you.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” you gasped.

Fred threw his head back against the pillow, moaning, as he bottomed out within you. You echoed his moan, taking a moment to adjust to him. And, not about to waste the opportunity, you dropped your head forward to suck marks onto his neck, shoulders, and collarbone. His responding whines were music to your ears.

As you did this, you began to slowly roll your hips, making you both gasp.

Fred's hands moved restlessly over your thighs and hips. “Oh, you have no idea how long I've dreamed of this with you.”

“Yeah?” you breathed against his skin.

He nodded. “I wanted ya for so long. Loved ya for so long.”

You sat up and began to move a little faster on him. Fred’s hands immediately flew up to cover your breasts, his touch needy. You smiled down at him and covered his hands with yours, watching him as he looked at you. He seemed to be in awe.

“Stay with me, Fred,” you murmured. “All night, tomorrow, the next day…” You then grabbed him and rolled over, managing to keep him inside of you. “I'm yours.”

Fred groaned, planting his arms on either side of yours and picking up at the pace you left off on, but only for a few moments. He became frantic in his need, pounding into you. You moaned wantonly, clinging to him, loving the feeling of his cock hitting all of the right spots within you. If what he'd said was true, he never actually got to do this very often, which made you love the fact that he was now getting to pour his feelings into this as he'd never been able to do before.

“And I'm yours!” he moaned. “I'm not gonna last much longer, baby!”

“Fred,” you panted as seriously as you could. “Do you want to cum inside me?”

His thrusts faltered, and he choked out a moan, nodding frantically. You wrapped your arms and legs around him, keeping him close.

“Cum in me, Fred,” you whined. “Make me cum with you!”

He buried his face against your neck, his hot, labored breaths dampening your skin as he strove for release. He was making you feel so good that you fought to hold back in order to cum with him.

“Please,” you whimpered, one hand moving up to hold the back of his head.

That was all Fred needed. His thrusts faltered once more, and he buried himself to the hilt within you, cumming hard, choked moans tearing from his throat. You were right there with him, crying out in pleasure as your walls squeezed around him.

When you both were spent, Fred collapsed against you, both of you panting and trembling through the last vestiges of pleasure. You cuddled him close, not wanting to part from him yet.

“Thank you,” Fred breathed, his hand pushing under you to hold you, his lips softly pressing to your skin. “Thank you.”

You smiled, eased his glasses off his face, and nuzzled his cheek. “What for?”

He pressed a little closer to you, tucking his face fully against your neck now that his glasses weren’t in the way. “For givin’ me a chance.”

“Oh, Fred,” you sighed, tightening your hold on him. “I love you.”

He kissed your neck again. “I love you, too, baby.”

You so wanted to convince him that he was worth it, that he was wanted and loved. No matter how long it took, you vowed you'd be there for him.

No more wasting time, you thought, kissing his cheek as he relaxed further against you — you happily took his weight. There was time to make up for and a whole future ahead of you.

And right here, in Fred's arms, is exactly where you wanted to be.

***

The next morning, you woke up with a smile on your face and snuggled closer to the warm body pressed to you. You lightly ran your fingers over Fred’s chest before lifting your head to look at his sleeping face. His glasses sat on the bedside table, so you were able to admire his face without any obstructions. And he still bore the evidence from the night before.

His usually slicked-down hair was mussed, and his neck and shoulders were covered in the hickeys you left on them… With a smile, you kissed the corner of his lips and rested your face right next to his so your nose touched his cheek.

A smile tugged at his lips as he turned his head slightly toward yours. “I’m not used to actually sleeping in someone else’s bed,” he murmured, his voice rough from sleep. His hand on your hip flexed, pulling you subtly closer. “Could get used to this.”

You hummed and kissed his cheek. “I would enjoy waking up to your face every day.”

Fred returned your hum and gently pushed you onto your back so he could settle on top of you. You grinned, wrapping your arms and legs around him, your hips shifting upward against his erection. Fred lowered his face to your neck, his own hips meeting the movements of yours so you ground against each other.

“I love you, baby,” he whispered.

You sighed, blissfully happy. “I love you, too, Freddie.”

You felt him grin before he lifted his head to look at you. “I missed you callin’ me that. You’re the only one that ever did.”

You pecked his lips. “I know, and I love that. I love you.”

Fred gazed at you for a moment before taking a breath. “Let me make love to ya.”

You nodded eagerly and brought him down for a proper kiss. You both moaned into the kiss as Fred reached down between you two to run the head of his cock through your folds. However, before he could push into you, there was a sudden commotion from elsewhere in the house, followed by voices.

“Who’s that?” Fred asked, startled.

“That’s my housekeeper, and—”

“I assure you, ma’am, the lady of the house knows me.”

“That’s Slick, my boss,” Fred said.

You nodded. “That’s who I spoke to on the phone.”

As the door to the bedroom opened, you and Fred scrambled into a sitting position with Fred in front of you, the sheets piled up over his lap, while you hid behind him.

“Fred!” Slick exclaimed, stepping into the room. “My man! I was worried about you! Usually, I hear from you before sunrise. I was getting worried, so I came down here myself.” He then smirked. “Well… I can see you had no problems with the trusses.”

Fred shook his head, nervously toying with the sheets, making sure they were fully covering him. “No, no problems.”

“And you, ma’am? I assume Fred here has attended to your needs?”

You nodded, half hiding your smile against Fred’s shoulder. “He sure has.” Fred sent you a sheepish smile over his shoulder, and his cheeks turned pink when you lightly kissed his neck. “He was perfect.”

Slick looked pleased. “Ah, of course, he was. He’s my Fred and butter man! I’ve got eight girls and Fred.”

Fred shook his head. “Had, Slick. You had Fred.”

Now, Slick frowned. “What do you mean?”

Fred glanced at you again and took a deep breath. “I’m done, Slick. I quit.”

Slick sighed, regarding Fred for a moment. “I’ll be sad to see you go, Fred, but… I’m actually kind of relieved. You needed someone steady, and I’m glad you found it.”

“Thanks,” Fred replied, turning to share a smile with you.

“Well, in that case,” Slick said, donning his hat, “I’ll leave you to it. But Fred, feel free to drop by from time to time to say hi. The girls and I’ll be happy to see you.”

Fred nodded. “I will, Slick.”

With that, Slick left, closing the door behind him. As soon as it closed, you wrapped your arms around Fred. He melted back into you with a sigh.

“Thank you,” you whispered. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He nodded. “But I did. I don’t want anyone else but you. You’re all I ever wanted.”

You then began to pepper his neck and shoulders with kisses while rubbing his chest, making him hum a bit. “And you’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

You were hoping to distract him, get him worked up again, and this seemed to be working, but something was still nagging at the back of your mind.

“Fred?”

“Hm?”

Definitely distracted, you thought with a smile. “What about your trusses?”

“What about ‘em?”

“You don’t actually need them, do you?”

He was quiet. You moved a bit so you were sitting at his side, trying to get him to look at you.

“They were a way to get you out of ever actually having to sleep with anyone, weren’t they?”

He smiled weakly. “Like I said, I’m a lousy prostitute.”

“Were. Now you can be an amazing boyfriend.”

Fred nodded, his smile a little broader now. “I’d like that. Now, little lady,” he said, his voice stronger as he pushed you onto your back again. “Let ole Fred give you some animal gratification.”

With a laugh, you wrapped your arms around his neck again. “And why don’t you show me that snake pose again while you’re at it.”

Fred grinned. “My pleasure, baby.”

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