✅ Project SETI 3: Eve's Advent

Part XIV: Where We Left Off

As Gabriel continued the first cycle, he could see that Nova couldn't help a slight sexy grin, even as he lay as still and unresponsive as he could. When he got through thirty compressions, he reached over and turned on the modded nebulizer so he could provide his patient with a potent oxygen-THC vapor combination via the ambu bag. He pressed it firmly in place over his slightly agape mouth and nose and squeezed three times in quick succession.

Before he started the second cycle, Gabriel shuffled down so he was crouching over Nova's legs. He undid the button and zipper on his pants and opened them, then reached with his fingers to feel for his femoral pulse. He felt it, of course—strong and regular—but he pretended otherwise.

"Still no pulse," he said intensely. With his free hand, he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers and through Nova's lips to feel how slick he was. He was definitely very wet, but he quickly decided that he could do better. Gabriel wiped his hand and moved to tenderly palpate his tummy, and right away, he felt Nova distend and stiffen it for the scene. "Oh, fuck. I think he's pregnant...!"

Nova let out a soft sigh of pleasure when he said the words and continued to press the pads and tips of his fingers into his artificially hardened belly. Unable to help himself, he squirted and tried to cross his legs.

"Tsk, tsk," Gabriel tutted disappointedly when he saw the movement. "You know I'm going to have to punish you for that, Nova..."

The patient shivered and the hairs on his neck and arms stood on end, but he fought to remain limp. He heard the defibrillator unit give an affirmative beep as Gabriel switched it from 'PAD' mode to monitor the second lead, and then another beep followed that when he activated synchronized cardioversion mode. Then he heard the tell-tale rattling of the thick cables of the manual paddles, and he internally begged for what was coming next.

Gabriel returned to his side while rubbing the metal capacitors together to distribute the gratuitous amount of gel he'd slathered them with, and then he slammed them around Nova's heart. "Shocking at ten joules. Stand clear!"

Gabriel squeezed his chest with the paddles when he pressed discharge. Nova inhaled sharply through his teeth as his body contracted, and he let out a loud moan that sounded equal parts pleasured and pained. He watched as the trace went flat for a second, but then it continued to display sinus rhythm—at first slower than before, but then it sped up again from the sheer thrill of being shocked again after so long.

"Be good, now—don't make me stop your heart for real," Gabriel hissed. He placed the still-gelled paddles on top of the unit, then activated 'PAD' mode again. Afterward, he resumed the scene by feeling for Nova's carotid pulse, and switched back to his faux-professional voice before he continued, "he's still in full arrest. Continue CPR."

He decided he would straddle his patient again, but before he did, he pulled off the rest of Nova's clothes so that all that remained was the torn shirt. Then he proceeded as planned and began to thrust into his chest again with the same depth as before. As the cycle went on, he grunted and desperately counted the compressions under his breath.

"Please, Nova, you need to breathe," Gabriel pleaded as he pressed the laced ambu bag to his face and squeezed it. "I know you can, baby."

But I much prefer when you do it for me, Nova thought with a twitch of his lips.

The doctor started a third cycle, but part-way through, he reached to the defibrillator and switched it to monitor a lead again. When it started to trace his fast and aroused heartbeat, he called out, "we've got a shockable rhythm. Get the paddles ready."

He climbed off of him and picked up the slick defibrillator paddles once more. He rubbed them together briefly and placed them on Nova's glistening chest to deliver another synchronized cardioversion. "At twenty joules—clear!"

There was a slight, electronic click as the current surged between the capacitors and through Nova's heart. He groaned involuntarily and writhed on the table when the beeping stopped for a few short seconds, but as it had before, it continued on in sinus.

"Sinus, but he's still in respiratory arrest," Gabriel announced with a sense of urgency. He placed the paddles aside again and picked up the ambu bag, took a huge pull off of it, and blew it into Nova while plugging his nose. On exhale, Gabriel sucked and nibbled at his lip and his free hand trailed down to his now-healed nipples to pinch at them. He kept administering mouth-to-mouth and kissing him for as long as Nova seemed to want it—and then, around the fifteenth breath, the patient tensed up and gasped.

"There you go," Gabriel cooed and continued to stroke his chest. "Keep breathing, sweetheart."

"I think—I need—oxygen," Nova said as he pretended to prolong his respiratory distress.

"Alright," Gabriel grabbed the nasal cannula and connected it to an oxygen stream, and at the same time, he turned off the modded unit. He looped it around his ears and carefully positioned the openings in his nostrils. "Is that better?"

"Yeah..." Nova said drowsily. He looked up at Gabriel with a pleasured and pleading expression as he reached down to finger himself. "But I want more."

"Of course you do, you little slut," Gabriel grabbed his wrist and forcefully removed it from his groin. "Don't touch. Let daddy do it."