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Harvey knew his little expedition was dangerous, but hey, if the Farmer could spend half of their time down in the mines hunting for Yoba knows what, then why couldn’t he take a little risk of his own?
All he wanted was to collect a sample from a Junimo. Just one tiny, harmless sample. He hadn’t even believed Junimos existed until the Farmer rushed one into his clinic a few weeks ago, their arms flailing in panic, shouting that the Junimo needed ‘medical help immediately’. Harvey’s clinic certainly didn’t specialize in forest spirits, but to be fair, he was so desperate that he would take in any patient he could get. Even if their existence seemed to be, well… impossible.
So what was a Junimo, anyway? Harvey visited the museum and found very few books that provided any helpful information. When he asked the Farmer, they simply replied, “They’re like, well…. um — they’re like these little guys?”
Harvey had simply sighed and shook his head. Before either he or the Farmer knew it, the ‘little guy’ had wiggled its way out of the Farmer’s grip and went barreling back towards its home.
Harvey stood at the steps of the dilapidated Community Center, the home of the Junimos that was once so full of life. Being one of the newer residents of Pelican Town, he vaguely wondered what the building looked like prior to the commercialization of their community after the appearance of Jojo Mart. He then thought of the Farmer’s grandfather. He never got a chance to meet the man, but he often wondered what he looked like and if he was anything like his whimsical, adventurous grandchild.
Harvey shook his head of the nostalgia and braced himself to enter. A Junimo sample, even not from the Farmer’s ill one, would be good. He could analyze it in his lab and conduct further research, maybe even get Maru to assist him — this seemed like a side project she’d be thrilled to participate in. This was a whole different species, and he had more than enough time on his hands to dapple in his research given the lack of patients.
———
When Maru called the Farmer and explained to them that she couldn’t find Harvey, a weight as heavy as an anchor dropped into their stomach and hooked them with dread.
“Shit, you’re sure he’s not, like, upstairs listening to jazz or something? Maybe he got really distracted with a new model airplane?”
On the other line, Maru sighed. “He never came back. He said he was going to do an at-home checkup and that he’d return before closing time. I closed the clinic an hour ago and I’m not sure if I should wait for him. I had to help my dad with a project tonight—“
“Right, right,” the Farmer rushed, “but why are you calling me?”
“I figured you might have some idea where he went. You know him better than anyone.”
They tried to not trip over their words. There’s no way they knew Harvey better than everyone in Pelican Town, especially Maru. Were they really that close? To be fair, they were the only one he told about going to the Community Center. They should have gone with him, they realized.
“Listen, Maru. You should probably just head home if you have to, I’m sure he just got caught up with something. Besides, it’s not like he can afford to pay you overtime!” They joked lamely, met with a weak chuckle from Maru.
“You’re probably right, Harvey always loses track of time. If he gets mad at me for leaving, he’s more than welcome to try paying me for the hour of overtime I just did.”
“Exactly.”
When Maru hung up, the Farmer grabbed their jacket and immediately ran out the door, preparing for the worst.
———
When the Farmer approached the Community Center, they noticed the lock was busted. For some reason, the knowledge that Harvey broke the lock instead of trying to ask Lewis for the keys made them blush. How unlike him. They swung the door open and listened to the ancient creak as their combat boots weighed down the old floorboards. Cautiously, they closed the door behind them, not wanting any of the nosey townsfolk to wander in.
There were no Junimos in sight but they did hear a pained groan coming from down the corridor. In the corner of one of the decaying rooms, Harvey sat with his forehead to his knees, green coat on the floor beside him and glasses pushed up past his forehead.
As much as the Farmer wanted to beat themself up for having let him go in alone, their first priority was to help the suffering doctor. They rushed to his side, kneeling down to try and see his face. His hair was matted and he took shallow, wheezing breaths, appearing to be partly unconscious. Anxiously, they shook him by his shoulders to wake him up, astonished at how hot his body felt even through his white dress shirt.
“Harvey? Harvey?”
He came to with a sudden jolt, his head immediately snapping up to meet theirs. His face was flushed and damp with sweat. The Farmer was no doctor, but Harvey did not look well at all.
“…Farmer?” He asked, his voice hoarse.
“Harvey,” they said softly, cupping his face in their hands, “what happened?”
Harvey squinted, a hand blindly reaching out next to him for what they assumed were his glasses.
“Uh… what happened? I’m not too sure. I came here to co— to collect a specimen…”
They nodded, helping him get to his feet with a struggle. “But then one of the, what are they again? Jumanji creatures? Well, I guess I spooked them, because one of them disappeared in thin air and released this sort of mist. Almost like… pollen, maybe?”
They had no idea what he was talking about and frankly, he seemed all over the place. It was likely shock, they concluded.
“Harvey, I shouldn’t have let you go alone. We need to get you back to the clinic.”
He accepted their help wordlessly, letting the Farmer hook an arm securely around his waist as they walked him back home in silence. Harvey seemed too exhausted to speak and appeared to be getting worse rather than better. His face was becoming more flushed, his limbs were becoming weak, and his entire body seemed damp. When the two reached the door to the clinic, he looked at them with fear in his eyes.
“Um, thank you for walking me home, Farmer, but I think you need to leave.”
They had to admit that they were taken aback. Sure, they felt like an inconsiderate asshole for letting him go alone and would bring him all the pickles in the world until he forgave them, but it still stung to hear him say that.
“Harvey, I’m truly sorry, but you’re unwell. You need someone to watch over you at least until you start feeling a little better. I can call Maru?”
He looked like he wanted to throw up. “Yoba, no, don’t call Maru. Don’t call anyone.”
He finally managed to unlock the clinic door and the Farmer could tell he was going to make a run for it from his body language alone. As much as they respected that he needed his space, they knew something wasn’t right with him, so they slipped in right behind him before he could shut the door in their face, brushing their entire body against his back.
Harvey shuddered and if they didn’t know him better, they could’ve sworn that he cursed under his breath. He looked directly at them with an unreadable expression that seemed as though he was hiding something deeply sinister and foreign to him. Something that scared him.
“Farmer,” he began sternly, “you need to leave. Now.”
They never realized how tall Harvey was until he was towering over them, looking at them like they were the specimen he was hunting in the Community Center. The tension in the room shifted and for a split second, they thought maybe they did need to leave.
“Please, just don’t stay here alone,” they pleaded, “if I can’t get Maru, I could try to get someone to come in from Zuzu City. I’m worried about you. You’re burning up, you’re clearly ill, and you’re acting… different.”
Suddenly, Harvey put a hand to his stomach and crouched over, hissing in pain.
“Okay, that’s it,” they asserted, and immediately led him up to his apartment before he could protest. Upon entering the small space, he instantly flopped down on the couch and revered to a fetal position.
“It burns. So. Bad,” he said simply.
“What burns?”
“Everything.”
It was quite the paradox, seeing the well-put-together, all-knowing doctor curled up on his couch, groaning in pain. It wasn’t a pleasant paradox either. All it did was fill the Farmer’s gut with guilt and dread.
“What do you need? A cup of water? Anything from the clinic?”
Harvey stammered. “I don’t— I don’t know. I need…. I need…”
They crouched down in front of him, taking his hand in theirs and rubbing circles on his flesh with their thumb. “What do you need, Harvey?”
For a second, they could have sworn he moaned, but it had to have been a groan of pain.
“I need more.”
He sounded… but it couldn’t be… “What do you mean?”
Harvey squeezed his eyes shut. “That thing I inhaled. I think it might have been some sort of aphrodisiac.”
Oh. It hit them. It was that kind of pollen. The pollen they spoke of in ancient tales — forest magic. The Farmer swallowed hard.
“Let me help,” they insisted after the initial shock wore off, fully aware of what they were offering.
Harvey sighed weakly, as if his words were betraying his body. “Farmer, that’s very kind, but I’m not going to… do anything. I’m going to wait it out.”
“Harvey…” they warned him.
“I’ll be fine,” he insisted, but the strain in his voice suggested he would be anything but fine.
The Farmer sat down on the loveseat beside the couch and fixed their eyes on the floor. If he was waiting this out, they were going to wait it out with him.
They figured Harvey must not be a very sexual person, anyway. If anyone could fight this, it would be him. They listened to his heavy breaths as he tried to compose himself, to the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. They listened to their own heartbeat, beating a little quicker than usual but likely still much slower than his. Finally, they looked back up to see Harvey’s head hanging over the edge of the couch, looking at them hungrily.
“I don’t want to use you,” he confessed abruptly.
“I’m offering to help.”
With a groan, Harvey sat up, leaving a spot for the Farmer next to him on the cushions. “Just sit with me, then.”
They stood up slowly, obeying his request, when suddenly his hands were roughly grabbing their hips and pulling them onto his lap. They gasped in surprise, feeling his straining erection through his trousers. They shuddered at the apparent length of him through the fabric.
“Shit, sorry, I just… Fuck.” Harvey gave up on words and instead buried his face into the crook of their neck, his hands trembling as he tried to resist feeling all over the Farmer’s body. All they could think of, however, was the fact that they had never heard the soft spoken doctor swear before.
“Harvey,” they said after a moment of allowing him to practice impossible restraint, “I’m going to put you out of your misery.”
“Please,” he begged.
They placed a kiss on his warm forehead and Harvey returned a feverish kiss on their lips. His warm tongue forced its way into their mouth and he sighed into them urgently. He practically devoured them, when he finally got permission. It was nothing like how they imagined their first kiss with Harvey to be. They thought it would be timid, sweet, and maybe even a little awkward, but at that moment, Harvey was a man who knew exactly what he wanted, and he wanted the Farmer.
His hands were busy gliding all over. He gripped their hips, squeezed their thighs, pawed at their chest, and pulled at their cropped hair. They couldn’t deny how strong their own arousal was becoming, having Harvey all over them like that.
“Fuck,” he breathed when he finally pulled back, “I need more. I need all of you.”
If it were under any other circumstances, it would almost have been pathetic, the way his hips were bucking up into them with such impatience.
Harvey quickly reached for one of the straps of their overalls, managing to shoot them a lopsided grin through the haze of his fever that reminded them that this was still him, underneath it all — still Harvey. “Why do you always have to wear these? You know how hard it is to take them off?”
They laughed as they stood up to shrug the denim off along with the rest of their clothes, not bothering to make a show of it as the situation called for urgency.
Standing completely naked before him while he was sitting down, legs spread and fully clothed, turned them on much more than they would ever be willing to admit. Just the sight of Harvey reclined in his couch, ready and waiting for them — it was almost too much to bear.
Harvey took no time freeing his cock from his trousers, so hard that they could understand why this whole situation was causing him so much pain. He began teasing their entrance once they straddled him, bare legs on both sides of his clothed thighs.
“Fuck, you’re so…” Harvey seemed surprised, even in his altered state, “so… wet. So ready for… me.”
The Farmer had to bite back a moan. Just today, they already heard Harvey speak in ways that they never dreamt of hearing.
“I truly am sorry, Farmer,” Harvey said with a quick lick of his lips, “but I can’t wait any longer,”
And with that, he was slamming up into them, immediately making them take him all the way. They both moaned in unison and the Farmer watched as Harvey’s head fell back, fucking them with no rhyme or reason, just the intention to get off and make the burning subside.
One of their hands grabbed his shoulder and another held his tie for leverage. He was getting worked up quickly, muttering what seemed to be a string of curse words and nonsense until they suddenly heard him speak very clearly,
“I think about this every night, about you, how tight you’d feel, what sounds you’d make…”
Even though it hadn’t been long, knowing he might actually want them the way they wanted him was enough to almost send them over the edge right there and then. Apparently, Harvey could sense them tightening around him as he edged them on.
“Yeah?” He said, almost teasingly, the confidence completely foreign to him. “Does it turn you on to know how much I think about you? That every appointment all I can think about is bending you over and…”
“Shit, Harvey,” they moaned right before they unceremoniously came around him. He continued to fuck them at a steady pace as they rode out their orgasm, legs trembling.
“I’m close,” he moaned into their ear not too long after, “where can I—“
“Inside me, Harvey, please?” He was their doctor, after all. If anyone knew it was safe, it was him.
That instantly made him speed up. “Yeah, you want me to come inside you? Want me to make you mine? Fuck, I will.”
With a shuddering groan, he came inside of them, teeth sunk into their shoulder as he did so.
They rolled off of him, splaying out on the free side of the couch, utterly exhausted.
“Wow,” Harvey said simply, glasses and hair askew as he panted heavily. The Farmer’s face went hot when they considered the possibility that he left his glasses on so he could watch them as they got fucked.
“Wow,” they echoed.
“I’m…” he began, but gave up and instead leaned over to kiss them passionately. He nipped at their bottom lip before making his way down their neck, no doubt leaving a mark or two. They squirmed slightly at the sensation of his moustache but their laugh was cut off by him sucking on their collarbone particularly hard.
“Mmm, doctor.” They were only joking, but it caused Harvey to immediately pull back to stare at them hungrily.
He was utterly wrecked and it was very clear that he was not yet satisfied. The Farmer had never been so turned on, and Harvey clearly hadn’t been either. For obvious reasons, that is. For a brief moment, as Harvey was staring at them, they caught a flash of a recognizable softness behind his eyes. It was gone as quickly as it appeared.
“Go lay down on the bed,” he instructed suddenly, beginning to unbutton his shirt, revealing the hair that they could sometimes see peeking out of his collar when his tie was particularly loose.
As they stood up, they wondered if he was always this dominant. They wondered what he looked like in the early hours of the morning, or in the middle of the night when he was fast asleep. But that was neither here nor there. They were simply helping him, after all.
The Farmer lay on his bed, the pale blue sheets feeling cool against their back compared to Harvey’s warm body seconds before. They watched from afar as he shrugged off his shirt and undershirt in one swift motion. He began to work at his pants as he made his way towards them.
No words were exchanged as he finished stripping himself before them, uncharacteristically self-conscious, just desperate glances and heavy breaths. Once he was completely naked, he stood at the edge of the bed, taking them in before positioning himself on top of them.
He slipped into them wordlessly, his mouth sliding into place with theirs. This felt different; more intimate, the Farmer thought. They could really see him this time — watch him as he thrust himself into them, his dark brown eyes hooded and almost apologetic beneath it all. He had even taken off his glasses, setting them on the bedside table. For a second, it felt romantic.
“I’m okay,” they reassured him, noticing how he was making an effort to be significantly more gentle than before. “You’re not going to break me, Harvey. I know this isn’t easy for you. Do what you need.”
Harvey’s eyes met theirs and they watched the quick swipe of his tongue as he licked his lips. Without any more hesitation, he fucked them even harder than he had on the couch, absolutely letting himself go and getting lost in the sensation of being inside of them, of getting to have them like this.
“You’re so good for me, you know?” he said between pants, his voice impossibly deep and thick with arousal, “letting me fuck you like this…”
He took their wrists and pinned them over their head,
“…Lending me a hand. I’ll have to repay you, give you something really good in return.”
Now it was their turn for something inside them to break. Their brain was clouded with desire and as much as they wanted to believe that whatever Harvey was infected with had made its way into them, they knew that it was only him that was making them feel this way and nothing else.
His voice, his hot mouth all over their chest and neck, the sensation of him filling them over and over — it was becoming all too much.
“Harvey, please,” they begged.
He groaned in response, “Please what?”
“Anything! Please anything! I just… I need—“
“Come for me.”
With his command, they came beneath him almost instantly, and he began rambling from above them,
“You’re so perfect, so good. How’s it feel, huh? Letting the town doctor fuck you right above his clinic? How about we do it in the clinic next?”
They had no idea how he was this coherent while they could hardly speak, especially after their second orgasm. They could already feel that familiar knot forming in their stomach again.
“Fuck, gonna come again?” Harvey asked, a manic gaze in his eyes as he looked down at their knit brows.
All they could do was moan in response. Any rational thought was out the window and it was just the Farmer and Harvey, the feeling of him fucking in and out of them and the creaking of his bed. It was when his large hand found its way to their neck that they warned him they were close again. He didn’t squeeze, didn’t even apply any pressure — it was just the sensation of it there, the fact that Harvey had it in him, the fact that he could.
“Yoba, I’m close too,” Harvey said into their ear, hands now drifting down to their hips and fingers digging into their flesh roughly.
“Me too.”
With a strangled groan, he came in them, and they were quick to follow. Once the wave passed, he practically collapsed on top of them.
———
When they awoke the next morning, Harvey’s arm was possessively wrapped around the Farmer’s bare stomach, holding them flush against him. They had no idea what time it was, but judging by the way the sun painted the walls of his small apartment, it was likely early morning.
The memories of the previous night flooded their mind, and they anxiously rolled over, putting a hand to Harvey’s forehead. He felt cool, now, and his eyes slowly opened, dazed and unfocused, before he seemed to go back to sleep. After a moment, however, they shot open again, a petrified expression on his face.
“Farmer?” He nearly screamed, letting go of them and sitting up abruptly, back hitting the headboard as he covered his bare chest with the bedsheets.
“Harvey, you’re okay.”
“Shit, I’m so— I’m so sorry.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head in what seemed to be disappointment and disbelief. “I never should have let you bring me upstairs. I never even should have let you in the clinic. I took advantage of you and I’m — I’m so… Yoba, I’m so sorry.”
They reached out to place a hand on his shoulder. “Harvey, I offered. If anything, I should have left you.”
He met their eyes, a dismayed look on his face. “Your fault? No. No, no. I really should have—“
They weren’t sure what compelled them, but they wordlessly grabbed him by the hair and pulled him into a kiss. Harvey kissed differently this time, and it was closer to what the Farmer had always imagined. He was hesitant until he grew comfortable, then he was wrapping his arms around them and kissing them gently with just a bit of an edge, suggesting he was capable of so much more. Heck, they knew what he was capable of now. The mere thought gave them goosebumps.
“I’d like to try again, if possible,” they asked as he began placing soft kisses on their shoulders.
“I could take you out on a proper date?” He suggested.
The Farmer smiled. “That would be nice. And hey, no more going into the Community Center. Not alone, at least.”