Dryhn Boyfriend: Bo (complete)

I’ve been working in Amber Hollow for years now. The children’s clinic here is in desperate need of someone who could treat children with unusual origins. I had made it my specialty in school since most of my siblings were unusual, and I saw them get mistreated by the family doctor in childhood. It made me angry, so I wanted to do something to ensure other children never received such treatment.

I love my job, as tough as it is some days. The Amber Hollow children’s hospital has made leaps and bounds in treating children of all kinds. It’s been the best place I’ve worked so far, and has become the only place I want to work.

Recently I’ve become the primary care physician for a young boy named Bucky. He’s a chimera, and is recovering from neglect and malnutrition. From what his father has told me, Bucky was kidnapped at birth and raised in a traveling circus. Since chimeras are rare, due to overhunting, it’s hard to treat them, but Bucky has been a trooper. It’s thanks to his father’s care that he’s doing so well.

His father, Bo, didn’t give a great first impression with his oversized, scrawny scarecrow appearance. But his face is what really gave me pause in our first meeting. It doesn’t move - not like he’s had too much Botox, but like a mask. It stays fixed in the same stern, hollow expression. He is handsome, I will say that, but the mask-like quality of his face is still unnerving. But he cares very deeply for his son, and has done everything in his power to assure the boy is healthy, loved, and tended to.

One day I have to give Bucky quite a few shots, and for the first time I notice a change in Bo’s expression. He looks queasy in the eyes.

“Da doesn’t like needles,” Bucky says.

“It’s fine,” Bo says staunchly. “I’m here for you.”

Bucky tilts his head up to look up at him. “I’m not afraid, Da.”

Bo places his long fingers over Bucky’s eyes. “I’m not leaving you. I need to be here for this.”

“If it helps,” I offer as I prepare the syringes, “when I’m administering them, just look at me and we can talk. It’ll distract Bucky, as well as you.”

Bo grimaces. “But I know they’re in the room. It’s like spiders or cockroaches.”

Bucky is just smiling. “Da doesn’t care for those either.”

“Don’t give away all of your Da’s secrets now,” I chuckle. “Tell me, Bo, what’s your job? We’ve met so often now, and I know so little about you. I know everything about Bucky.”

Bo clears his throat. His impassive expression and queasy eyes remain. “We’re in similar professions,” he says, his voice slipping into nonchalance. “Although I tend to treat familiars and pets, and magical creatures.”

I smile, rubbing Bucky’s arm with an alcohol wipe. His arms are furred, with scales along the backs. “Oh really? That’s amazing. We’ve been so close all this time and have never talked about it.”

“Da makes medicine,” Bucky says excitedly. “I help him in his garden, and he lets me help him in his lab sometimes too.”

“Sit still, Bucky.” Bo and I say at the same time.

Bucky settles, a big smile still on his face. “You’d like it there, Dr. Winter.”

“So you’re an herbalist too?” I administer the first shot. Bucky doesn’t seem to notice, but Bo’s expression grows a little more uneasy.

“Yes,” he says with a curt nod. 

“I saw someone is opening an apothecary downtown,” I murmur as I prepare the second shot. “Have you seen it?”

“That’s Da’s!” Bucky announces proudly. 

“Bucky, still,” Bo instructs. “But yes, I’m attempting to open a storefront rather than working out of my house. I’d rather Bucky have a bigger room to himself than a drying room for my products. If I have the store, then I can do everything there except gardening.”

“But the lady said we could put the garden on the roof,” Bucky counters.

“It’s about time we had such a thing.” The second shot is over with, and now comes the third and final one. “I would love to work with you on it, Bo,” I say brightly. “There are times I advise parents on natural alternatives to certain over-the-counter medicines, especially for children who are not human. It would be nice to have somewhere I could send them.”

Bo’s dark eyes glance at me, and I think I see something more than nausea in his expression. Bucky whimpers, as the third needle is the long one. Bo’s eyes widen in concern, and once he looks down to see me dab away the bit of blood he goes to sit down.

“Would you like some water, Bo?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “I’m sorry Bucky.”

Bucky’s smile is bright and happy. “It’s okay, Da. I know.” He turns and looks at me. “We’re going to be at the store all day today, Dr. Winter. Please come by.”

“Bucky, don’t bother the doctor.” Bo sounds breathless.

I swipe Bucky’s arm with another alcohol wipe, and since adhesive bandages won’t stick to him, I wrap a little bit of gauze in his favorite color - red - around his arm. “It wouldn’t be a bother. I’d love to come by and see what you have planned. I would still very much like to work with you, if that’s alright. I’d even be willing to pay for your time.” 

“You should take him out to dinner,” Bucky says.

Bo stands again, helping Bucky to get off the exam table. “That’s enough out of you, young one. You’re going to get us in trouble with the good doctor.”

“He started it,” Bucky pouts.

I smile and take the toy chest from the counter. “Pick out your prize, Bucky. I just added a bunch of new ones.”

“Thank you!” Bucky searches through the chest of small toys as I go to speak with Bo. 

“Is that alright?” I ask.

“What is?” Bo’s stern, mask-like visage has returned. His pale skin and stone-set eyebrows are probably what first attracted me to him. 

“If I stopped by your apothecary later today.”

He looks aside and stiffens. “I don’t see why not,” he murmurs.

“Got one!” Bucky races back over to show off the toy he picked out to his father. “Is he coming over?” He seems more excited about me visiting than the toy he picked out.

“Yes,” Bo sighs. “Dr. Winter will be stopping by later.”

“Oliver.”

Bo looks at me, and dare I say, he seems surprised. “What?”

“Oliver. That’s my name,” I chuckle.

“I see,” Bo clears his throat again. “When can we expect you, Oliver?” For some reason, when his mouth moves, it doesn’t quite match with how he says my name. It’s odd, but easy enough to let go of.

“Are you taking Da out for dinner too?” Buck grins.

Bo gives him a look that Bucky just seems to ignore.

I smile, realizing what Bucky is aiming at. “We’ll see where the day takes us. But I get out of here sometimes after three.”

“Sounds great!” Bucky takes hold of his father’s hand. “Thank you, Dr. Winter!”

“Yes,” Bo nods. “Thank you, as always.”

As they leave, I sigh to myself. Bo never seemed like the most sociable person, which is why Bucky often starts the conversation. I may be looking a little too hard, but I believe the child is trying to play matchmaker.

That afternoon, once I get off work, I drive downtown to where the apothecary is being set up. The old brick building has been empty for as long as I have been here. The windows used to be covered in brown bags and newspaper, the door boarded over with a For Sale sign on it. A few months ago the boards vanished, the door was replaced, and the paper was peeled away and replaced with dark green curtains. The bricks have been whitewashed since last I went by, and there’s a metal arm hanging above the door from which a sign can be hung.

I knock on the door, and right away Bucky is standing there with a smile on his face. “You made it!” He swings the door open to welcome me in and takes hold of my hand, wagging his long tail behind him.

“I was worried for a moment I had missed you. I hope I’m not bothering,” I reply as he leads me inside.

“We’re planning to be here all day.” Bucky takes me to a backroom that is being set up for storage. A large number of herbs are hanging from drying racks in the ceiling. “Da! Dr. Winter is here.”

“Bucky! I’m not presentable!” Bo keeps his back turned and his head down.

“Dr. Winter doesn’t care.” He looks at me with those big, bright eyes. “Do you?”

“Is something the matter, Bo? Should I step out?”

Bo sighs heavily. “I’m not used to being around people. I’m sure you’ve gathered that.” That’s when I see a long tail sweeping behind him - something he never had when he attended Bucky’s doctor visits.

“He’s trying,” Bucky tugs my hand. “He needs friends, Dr. Winter.”

“Do you wear a glamour?” I ask. “I can step out if you need to put it back on, I don’t mind at all.”

“I don’t want to scare you.” Bo’s voice quivers.

Bucky tugs on my hand, leading me closer to his father. “It’s okay, Da. Dr. Winter is a good person.”

Bo just barely turns, and I can see the long, narrow shape of his head. He has small horns that curve back over the crown of his head, and pointed, rabbit-like ears. “You wanted to talk, Oliver?”

I smile at him and extend my hand. “If you’d like.”

Bo offers his hand. His fingers are very long and tipped with black, and his small palm is pale grey. I shake it, feeling very cold as I do. Bo quickly pulls away.

“Isn’t Da beautiful?” Bucky whispers.

I chuckle and pat his head. “Do you mind finding me a pen and paper, Bucky? I’d like to take some notes.”

He nods and hurries off to go hunting.

“You can’t say he doesn’t care about you.” I look up at Bo, who is kneeling to address me. He’s tall in his disguise, but now I see he was masking an even grander height.

“No, of course not.” He’s wearing a red mask over his face and neck. Perhaps that’s why his disguised face was so stiff. 

“You’ve got this place looking amazing, Bo. I can tell you’ve worked hard on it.” I let my eyes wander. I love the way the jars full of herbs and supplies look along the white shelves. 

Bo turns back to the shelf he was working on, painting it with one brush in his hand and another held in his tail. “What was it you wanted to talk to me about?”

“I was hoping to be able to ask for your recommendations for some of my other patients. I’d like to be able to send them here to get their medicines, too. Would you like me to help you with that?” I offer to take the remaining paintbrush, but Bo stops me. His limbs are quite long and thin, and he moves gracefully with them. 

“I can help you with such a thing,” he says. “It would be a benefit.”

“I can pay you for your time as well,” I offer. “I don’t want to be a bother to you. I know you must be busy.”

“My work is important, and I want to share it. That is why I opened this apothecary, but...” He stops himself and worries over a spot on the shelf.

“You’re not used to socializing,” I say with a nod. “Are you?”

Bo glances at me, dark eyes glowing behind the mask. “Bucky is all I have,” he says in a low whisper. “I want to do better for him. I am trying. Like you, his therapist is understanding, as is his teacher.”

I find myself drawn to Bo. I had been since I first started treating Bucky. I felt a sadness in him, a need. I wanted to help him and his son.

I begin working with Bo, not just for my practice, but also to help his business grow. I help him figure out advertising, something he hadn’t considered when opening. His main concern was providing for Bucky, and leading his son by example. He wanted to be a presence rather than a shadow, and that’s why he decided to open the apothecary.

One afternoon, I stop by with an idea for a flyer. Bucky doesn’t come to the door, and when I let myself in I hear piano music drifting through the store. Walking towards the back where Bo has his lab, I see him huddled on the floor, listening as the music flows from a record player.

“Is everything alright?” I ask.

Bo looks up at me, and I see he’s not wearing the red mask. His face is bare and almost bonelike - pure white, sharp and angular. 

“Sorry,” I whisper, unable to pull my eyes away. “I didn’t mean to barge in.”

Bo lays his hands over his face. “It’s alright. Bucky is away today with friends. So I’m falling into old habits.”

I can hear his voice over the music, and his lips aren’t moving. “I’m not worried about that.” I walk towards him. “You don’t need to cover your face.”

“Yes I do.” His fingers tighten. 

I kneel beside him. “Why do you feel that way?”

“I’m a creature made to frighten people,” he says weakly. His mouth doesn’t even open. “I don’t want to be rid of you, Oliver.”

I turn down the record player so the music is softer. “That would be a hard feat to accomplish, Bo,” I chuckle. “I don’t find you frightening.”

He peers through his fingers. 

“In fact, after getting to know you, I would find it hard to think anything negative about you.”

He slowly moves his hands away from his face. “Why?” His voice is a whisper, but I understand now that it’s not his voice. He’s never spoken to me before - he’s communicated through telepathy.

“Because I know you’re kind-hearted and sweet. Nothing could make you scary now.” I smile up at him and extend my hand. “I want to be your friend, Bo.”

“I shouldn’t touch. I’ll make you too cold.” Bo shakes his head and looks at me, face exposed, his eyes teary. “But I don’t want to be alone.”

I know I have feelings for him, but it is important to me that I remain his friend. I begin to spend even more time with Bo, visiting his home deeper in the woods. His garden is beautiful and meticulously cared for. His house is cozy, and I instantly feel at ease there. I help paint Bucky’s new room as well.

One evening, while Bucky is asleep, Bo and I sit together outside. His skin does feel cold when I sit so close, but when he inches closer, the cold fades away. He soon sits so close to me that our legs are touching. His fingers brush against my hand. I take his hand, holding it and lacing our fingers together. He feels cold, but it’s as if there is a barrier around his skin to keep it from reaching me.

“I don’t want to seem too off-putting,” Bo whispers. 

“You’re not. I like this. I like you.” I lift his hand in mine and kiss his knuckles. Bo trembles and squeezes my hand tighter. I kiss again, moving my lips down his wrist and up his arm until I touch cloth. Bo lowers his head, allowing me to kiss his cheek and muzzle. Tears form in his eyes, and I kiss those away too.

“That feels wonderful,” Bo trembles.

“Then come closer.” I open my arms and hug him close to me. His fingers dig into my shoulders, and I feel him shaking. My heart is thrumming loudly, pounding in my ears, beating through my chest. 

We don’t share a kiss until my next visit. Bucky is away with friends again, spending the night while working on a school project. Bo and I are alone, and for the longest time we sit in silence. The lilac trees have bloomed and their scent is so luxurious it’s easy to get lost in. We start again by holding hands. He’s wearing short sleeves, so I kiss up his arm again, sitting up to reach his neck. He lowers himself, turning so I can kiss his cheek. His tongue darts over my lips, and I nearly swoon.

He grips my arms to stop from shaking, but he keeps chasing after me when I start to pull away. I give him every kiss he wants, and suckle on his tongue until my mouth feels frozen. My breath comes out in thick, white clouds, but I couldn’t stop if I wanted.

Bo eventually rests his head on my shoulder, and I stroke my hand down the back of his neck. “I want to be with you, Bo,” I whisper. “As your friend, and so much more than that.”

“I see myself in your mind,” he whispers, “and I don’t recognize that person.” He lifts his head to look me in the eye. “How can I become the person you see?”

I smile softly at him. “You are, though.”

Tears dribble down from his eyes, and he embraces me tightly. 

The night before the store opening, I stay late with Bo and Bucky goes to stay with his friends. Bo and I get ready for the first day, going over everything like a stage rehearsal. Then I go home with him to celebrate. “I don’t think I could have survived this without you,” Bo says softly. “I would have been lost.”

“I just helped. This was all your hard work.” I pour us some drinks and watch the glass frost over in his hand. “I’m very happy for you.”

Bo downs his drink and sets the glass aside. “That is why I want to show you something.” He attempts to give me a quick kiss, but he lingers. Every time we touch it’s like he realizes how much he hungers. He finally pulls away, leaving a cloud of steam between us. 

He takes my hand, leading me back to his room, which is decorated in dark, warm colors. His four-poster bed is like a nest overflowing with blankets and pillows, surrounded by a decorative curtain. As Bo stands before me, I realize he’s not hiding his height. He’s not stooping to accommodate, but he’s showing me his true self. He starts to undress, his hands shaking as he does. He unbuttons his pants, and beneath them I see a flash of red. Tugging down his pants, he reveals the beautiful lingerie beneath - red lace panties with matching garters and thigh-high stockings. He looks aside while I take in the sight. I come close, reaching out and touching the panties. “Careful,” he whispers.

“I won’t hurt them.” I echo his breathless tone.

“It’s not that,” he trembles. He swallows and cups his hand over his groin.

I kiss his thigh and hip, smoothing my fingertips down the silk of the garterbelt. “I bet it took you a lot to show this to me.” I kiss the back of his hand. “I’m afraid I don’t have anything to show you.”

“You don’t think it’s weird?”

I shake my head and look up at him. “It’s a surprise.”

Bo bends down to kiss me, and we move into his nest of comfort. He curls around me, stealing kisses and licking my skin. He lies beside me, relaxing and sighing. 

“Thank you,” he whispers. “For being my friend.”

I touch his face and smile. “I love you. I would do anything for you.”

He slams me into the bed, burying us under pillows and blankets. He weeps, pressing his face to my chest as I hold him. Tears run down my cheeks and I cling to him to reassure him the words are true. “I love you too!” he cries. 

We kiss, and I find it hard to stop. We rise from the nest and I lay Bo down upon his back. I kiss him all over, running my hands over his body. He’s covered in velvety fur, and I can’t help but touch him. His stomach flutters as I brush over it, and I find his panties have been pushed down. His cock rises above the lace and it has a sheen like vinyl to it. The shape of it reminds me of his tongue, the pointed tip flaring into a scoop edged by soft ridges. I lick the tip of it to gauge his reaction. It’s like licking a popsicle - cold and a little juicy. His hips buck and his back arches. In my mind his voice is a breathless whisper. I take the pointed tip into my mouth, kneading his hips while I do.

“So warm!” His voice bounces around in my mind.

His tail coils up my leg and thigh. The tip of it squeezes around the base of my cock and begins to stroke. I gasp against him, taking more of him into my mouth. The scooped part of the head closes and slips deeper, all while his tail continues to pump around me. Bo’s words fade in and out of my mind. My name, and ‘warm’, ‘soft’, and ‘happy’. I lift my head once to moan out loud, and something sticky strings between my lips and his cock.

“Are you alright?” Bo whimpers.

I smile up at him, breathing out a white cloud. “You feel so good.” I scoot up a bit, bracing my palms against his stomach. I rub our cocks together, his tail moving to stroke us both. Bo dips his head down to meet mine. Our hips roll to meet one another, and as we kiss his tongue slips into my mouth. His cries of pleasure echo around my head, screaming, sighing, gasping. I can barely breathe when I reach the edge. I fall over it willingly, coming onto Bo’s tail and belly. The room is filled with fog, and there is an opalescent sheen coating my cock and his. 

We fall back into the nest together, and I see the tears in Bo’s eyes. I kiss him, holding him to my chest as he trembles.

“Thank you!” he whimpers. “I’ve never felt that before. I’ve never felt so close to someone. To be held and loved like that…” His voice fades, and for the first time I see him smile.

“I’ll do anything to make you happy,” I whisper. “Whatever you ask of me. I’m yours.”

His grand opening for the apothecary goes well. I receive pictures from Bucky all day. I find myself thinking dreamily that I can’t wait to go home to both of them. It’s just the beginning, and I’ve never felt so sure about anything.