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Right when the guilt had begun to unsheath its claws from Dennis’s insides, Mrs Robinavitch called again almost two weeks later, and that ugly creature reared its head.
Clearly, though, it wasn’t threatening enough to make Dennis say no. He didn’t even hesitate, laughing softly when she requested Dennis pack a swim suit of some kind.
“We have a pool,” the woman chuckled, shaking her head. “Better you bring a swim suit and a change of clothes.”
And, without much thought, Dennis had packed a black bikini into his weekend bag.
Yeah, that ache in his stomach wasn’t awful enough at all it seemed.
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A week later, he was knocking on the front door politely, breaking out into a wide smile when Clementine opened the front door with her father by her side. She was already dressed in her swimsuit, a hat on her head and rubber floaties on her arms. It was sunny and more than a little warm outside, so Dennis was equally eager to go for a swim.
“Wow! Your swim suit is so cool!” He laughed, stepping inside to kick off his shoes politely.
“I know!” The girl giggled, doing a little spin for Dennis. The fabric was patterned with all different kinds of fruit, the arms patterned with stripes in matching colours. Her rubber floaties were patterned with fish and her sun hat had a similar fruit pattern. Very fashionable, Dennis thought to himself. “Go get yours on! Go, go, go!”
“Alright, alright! I’ll go get changed,” he promised, ushering the girl down the hall, Robby following behind. “I’ll meet you outside, ok? Is that okay, Doctor Robby?”
The older man blinked, forcing himself to not blush. Was that even possible? He hoped. He had spent the better part of almost two weeks trying to forget Dennis. Forget his mouth. Forget his smell. His lips. His pretty eyes. He was almost there, Dennis’s face a half-blur in his memory. Then, Wendy had insisted on hiring him again and he was almost certain the woman was out to get him. He’d insisted they didn’t need a sitter, that Robby would just stay home and have a daddy-daughter night.
But, no, that wasn’t good enough. He had to go. He had no choice.
And so, there he was, with his pretty curls and stupidly shiny eyes. He just nodded at the younger man, watching as Dennis slipped down the hall with too much familiarity for Robby’s liking. He closed the guest bedroom door behind him and that was that.
Robby ushered Clementine outside and the girl raced to jump in the pool.
“No running!” He yelled, but it was useless.
—
A handful of minutes later, the patio doors opened wide and Dennis stepped out into the large back yard. It was beautiful, with well kept flower beds and beautifully green grass. The pool was nice and big, the blue water shimmering and rippling under the warm sun, no doubt a lovely temperature. Not iced cold. Not too hot. Just right. There were a few deck chairs with UV umbrellas, just in case anyone wanted a break from the sun. A grill and pretty picnic tables, too. Hell, there was even a wooden Wendy house and swing set.
“Hey, Little Mermaid!” Dennis called, waving as he walked on over, holding two juice pouches in his hand.
“Denny!” Clem called back. “Your costume is so boringggggg!”
“Hey, let’s use our nice words, Clem.” Robby reminded, turning his head to look back at the young man.
His heart stopped almost immediately.
He choked a little on the spit in his mouth, jaw hanging open for a moment. He quickly picked it up off the ground, eyes flicking over Dennis’s body, hoping to god that his sunglasses covered the action up. Dennis was…a vision. He looked absolutely stunning in the very minimal amount of clothing he was wearing.
It should be a crime, really, to look so effortlessly fuckable. Gorgeous. Handsome.
Standing before him was Dennis Whitaker, in a little black bikini. It wasn’t scandalously small, but it was certainly something worth looking at. The black fabric was stark against Dennis’s pale skin, only serving to make his flesh look even milkier, even softer. His skin was shining a little in the sunlight, clearly slick with some sort of sunscreen. Sun oil? Robby swallowed as he briefly imagined Dennis applying the sunscreen, naked and all soft and slick. Kisses of hair dusted his tummy, tapering off into the confines of his bikini bottoms. Little freckles dotted that unmarred skin, and the older man had to fight the urge to kiss them all.
Robby swallowed, mumbled something, and took himself inside before he had a damn nosebleed. He didn’t dare to look back, didn’t dare to sneak a peek at Dennis’s cute ass. Nope. Not at all.
All he heard when he headed inside was Dennis yelling, “Cannonball!” As he jumped into the water, Clementine’s loud laughter following.
Jesus.
—
After forcing himself to forget what he had seen, washing the images away with a cold splash of water, Robby finally got ready. Wendy had gotten ready in her own bedroom, a development that had happened at the start of that year. She couldn’t handle Robby’s dreams, or having her sleep interrupted. He couldn’t handle her late night reading or how loudly she got ready in the morning. So, they’d decided on separate bedrooms. It made things tolerable, he guessed.
Not really, though.
Things were still bad on both fronts. Perhaps they had never been good for one another. Better as friends, Robby often thought. They’d stuck together for Clem, really. Robby had been elated when Wendy fell pregnant, he took time off of work and was as involved as he could be. Still, he occasionally fell short. He wasn’t perfect, but he wanted to be.
He was a hypocrite.
He got ready to the quiet sound of his record player, forcing himself to ignore the sound of Dennis Whitaker’s flowery laughter.
God, he’d fucked up bad.
He should’ve told Wendy.
The woman already knew, he knew that. They both knew that. Over looks at dinner and whispered goodnights in the hallway. It was left unsaid, though. To punish Robby. He deserved that much.
Once they were both ready, the strained couple made their way outside to say their goodbyes. Wendy waved at Dennis, smiling warmly. “Hey! There’s money on the table to order dinner, or there’s plenty of groceries in the fridge. Whatever you want to do, okay?”
“Pizza!” The little girl cheered, splashing around in the water.
Dennis chuckled, leaning on the edge of the pool, kicking his legs to stay afloat. “Well, I guess that settles it! I’ll make sure she has some veggies, too.” He smiled, peering at Wendy…and then Robby, through his long, wet lashes.
Robby swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing. He felt hot under the collar, watching Dennis’s body under the rippling, annoyingly clear water. “You’re a star!” Wendy smiled, blowing Clementine a kiss. “I’ll have Robby text when we’re heading home. Enjoy the day, you two!”
The older woman turned on her heels and headed inside, leaving Robby to linger for a moment. To gaze into those deep, sparkling eyes. To breathe in the soft scent of chlorine, sticky fruit juice and Dennis. He cracked a smile, shaky and unsure, before he blew a kiss to his daughter and waved goodbye.
He dared not blink, afraid of the image that would be burned into his eyelids.
—
The rest of the day was…absolute hell for Robby. He drove to the charity event in silence, letting Wendy play her music whilst she smoked a cigarette out of the window. They shared a few drags, much to Robby’s relief.
He wasn’t even particularly sure why he was attending with Wendy. He didn’t know any of these people. He didn’t like any of these people. One of his only days off that week and he was…wasting it. No, it was for good, Robby had to remind himself of that. He had to do something good, to balance it all out.
When they arrived, Robby instantly supplied himself with a tumbler of unnecessarily expensive whisky, drinking half of it down in one mouthful. Instantly, he was dragged into conversation with Wendy and a group of socialites he wasn’t particularly familiar with or interested in. He gave a few nods and hums as he listened, allowing his mind to drift, needing to mentally entertain himself in order to survive.
Though, he wasn’t really surviving. His mind wandered back to the image of Dennis in his pool, droplets of water beading down his skin, lashes clumped together, sun reflecting in the boy's eyes. He blinked slowly, and the picture painted inside his mind was priceless; Dennis slowly undressing, fingers pulling at the thin strings of his bikini, allowing the fabric to fall to the floor almost casually. The Dennis in his mind peered over his shoulder at Robby, his eyes so full of want and desire that his gaze almost burnt.
He washed the thought away with another sip of whisky, soon replacing it with a flute of champagne.
What he wouldn’t do to be at home.
To have his fingers buried in Dennis’s curls.
To have their lips locked together.
To taste Dennis on his tongue and feel him around his cock.
A small grunt escaped him before he could swallow it back down, and Wendy shot him a strange look. “Everything okay, Robby?” She asked quietly, forcing her lips to not form a frown.
“Mhm, yeah.” He nodded, pecking her cheek. “Just gonna go to the bathroom. I’ll meet you at our table.”
Robby swiftly excused himself before she could argue, moving through the crowd towards the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and hurried to splash his face with cold water, breathing heavily into his hands. He couldn’t get his mind off that boy. He just couldn’t. He imagined him at home, swimming, lounging on the sofa, playing dress up. Even the domestic things fed the heat bubbling in Robby’s stomach. He imagined Dennis going home to another man, kissing him in the doorway, holding him. That, that sent a burning ache through his body and he felt himself wanting to heave. He couldn’t imagine Dennis touching another man, treating someone else the way he had treated Robby.
Alone in the bathroom, Robby palmed at his cock through his suit pants, willing himself to stay soft for the rest of the evening. He checked his watch, almost whimpering when he realised just how long he’d have to wait for said evening to be over.
He was going to die, and it would be at the hands of Dennis Whitaker.
Part of him wished he’d just stayed in bed that night.
—
Back at the house, Dennis and Clementine had ordered their pizzas and had long since come inside. The little girl sat on the living room floor as Dennis brushed through her hair, having not long had a bath after swimming. A Barbie movie plays on the television.
“You’re my favourite, Denny.” Clementine mumbles, attempting to tilt her head back to peer at Dennis. For a little girl, she’s done surprisingly well at staying still, only wiggling a few times when she thought she heard the pizza delivery guy.
“Yeah?” Dennis chuckled, working on the second braid. “Do you have lots of sitters?”
“Nope!” she giggled.
“I see how it is!” Dennis teased lightly, tying off her second braid right as the doorbell rang. He got up and grabbed the money that had been left, heading to open the front door. Dennis mumbled a soft ‘thanks’ to the man before closing and loving the door. “Pizza!” he announced enthusiastically, unsurprised to see Clementine doing a happy little dance in the hall.
With food all plated up and a new movie chosen, the pair plopped down on the sofa and tucked into their pizza. Dennis snapped a picture and sent it off to Robby, laughing at the happy little expression on Clem’s rosy face. He tossed his phone aside, forcing himself to not think about Robby at all. It didn’t work, but at least he could lie to himself a little bit about it. The man had looked almost irresistible earlier, so clean and well put together. So charming in appearance and behaviour. He sighed softly, taking a bite of his pizza.
“Denny? Do you have a crush on my Daddy?” she asked, peering over at the babysitter, blinking her massive eyes at him. It wasn’t the first outlandish question she had asked that evening. Kids were absolutely full of them, and Dennis was pretty confident in his ability to answer them. Most of them. Why isn’t the sky pink? Why is grass green? Where do we go when we die? Dennis had been asked them all, or so he thought.
He frowned gently, placing his pizza down. “No, Clem,” Dennis made himself chuckle, covering up his lie. “Why do you ask that?”
Only half interested in the conversation now, Clementine picked at the toppings on her pizza. The young man wasn’t quite sure why he anticipated some insightful, deep response from the girl next to him. Why the silence made anxiety pool in his stomach, as if Clemetine might call him out on his behaviour around her father. After a few moments of silence, Clementine wiggled and simply reached for another slice of pizza. The conversation didn’t continue, but the anxious feeling inside of Dennis continued to fester.
He attempted to relax and enjoy the animated movie and the quiet domesticity of the evening, but he kept worming his way into Dennis’s mind. His dark, warm eyes. The feeling of his strong hands in Dennis’s curls. The sound of his husky voice and the scent of his cologne. He fought off the mental image of Robby being there with them, curled up on the sofa with Clementine in his arms. How, maybe, Robby might carry Clementine off to bed when she inevitably falls asleep on the sofa. How he would come right back down, pull Dennis onto his warm lap and cover his face in kisses. They would lounge on the sofa until Dennis was nodding off every few minutes, close to drooling on Robby’s warm chest. It would be warm and intimate, even more so when Robby carried him off upstairs and tucked him into their shared bed.
Dennis blinked. The sound of comically loud snoring pulled him from his daydream, the real world greeting him with the image of Clementine passed out on the sofa. Dennis didn’t dare wake her, instead scooping his arms under her body and picking her up, carrying her off up the stairs. She stirred only slightly when Dennis placed her down, falling right back into a deep, dreamy sleep. He stayed for a moment, just to make sure she wouldn’t wake, and then left quietly.
DW 8:37pm: Clem is fast asleep. Ge-
Delete.
DW 8:38pm: Clementine is asleep now. Enjoy the r-
Delete.
Dennis rubbed his face, heading downstairs. He cleaned up quickly, picking his phone back up.
DW 8:45pm: clem is fast asleep. Get home safe :)
Sent.
As quickly as he could, Dennis shoved his phone into his pocket and hurried down the hall to his bedroom for the night, as if Mr and Mrs Robinavitch would walk through the front door then and there. He ignored his phone as he did his evening routine the best he could in someone else’s home, climbing into bed with a good book. He stayed in the comfortable safe haven for a little white before the words on his pages began to blur together and he found himself reading the same sentence again and again. He wasn’t tired, and he wasn’t enjoying the book held in his hands.
When he finally checked his phone again, hoping someone had texted, it was barely eleven. No one had texted. Great. He huffed, rubbed his face once again and got out of bed…again. He took himself and his book down the hall, deciding to set up camp on the sofa again. As he walked, Dennis couldn’t help but stop and admire the pictures in the hallway, mostly of Clementine. Some of Robby. Some of Wendy. But never them as a couple. His feet carried him past the sofa and down the hall, to a door that had ‘office’ scribbled onto it in colourful writing. Clementine's handiwork, Dennis guessed.
Without much thinking, he reached out and turned the door knob, stepping into the small room with a soft sigh. A desk, a chair, shelves full of books. The room was Robby’s, Dennis could tell as much right away. It smelt like him, but even without that, it had his life breathed into it. Colourful drawings littered the wall by his desk, held up by patterned tape and Blu-Tac. There was an old guitar propped up in the corner of the room, covered in various stickers of all the different bands Robby apparently held near and dear to his heart. On the desk there was a picture that made Dennis smile ear to ear; Robby with a group of people Dennis could only assume were his coworkers, all of them grinning cheesily at the camera. It was sweet, but Dennis couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.
He wondered, stupidly, if he would ever be in one of these photos with Robby and these people. If he would ever be in some bar surrounded by a group of smiling, chatting people. Sharing drinks and stories. Laughing as they all try to pose for a picture, taken by a drunken stranger. He allowed himself to imagine Robby playing the guitar for him, maybe in the back yard on a warm summer evening, a little fire crackling as his deft fingers move and strum. Maybe Dennis would grow drowsy, or maybe he would sing along. He imagined himself bringing Robby lunch in his office, plopping himself on the older man’s lap.
Slipping under the desk.
A mouth full of Robby, drool running down his chin, mind blank as Robby did whatever he did in his office. Dennis felt his face heating up, cunt throbbing with interest.
The soft slam of car doors made Dennis flinch, a cold wave rushing through him suddenly.
Fuck.
Keys jingled and turned in the lock. Dennis scrambled to leave the office, shutting the door behind him. They were home. Robby and his goddamn wife were going to catch him snooping. He jogged into the living room as quietly as he could, heart pounding alarmingly fast as he clumsily opened his book to a random page.
The front door finally opened.
Dennis panted.
“Hey,” he smiled lopsidedly when the couple appeared in the doorway. God. They looked so beautiful together, like the kind of power couple someone might see in a magazine. Dennis swallowed the pang of jealousy that arose, knowing that they would soon be going upstairs together. Getting into the same bed, or so he thought.
“Hey,” Wendy smiled back tiredly, visibly drunk and very much ready for bed. She began unpinning her hair then and there, “How did the night go, superstar?”
Dennis chuckled softly, eyes crinkling in the corner. If he’d allowed his eyes to stray from the older woman, he might’ve seen the adoring, almost lovesick look in Robby’s eyes. Alcohol had weakened his inhibitions and his ability to steady his facial expressions. “Tonight was really good, watched a lot of barbie.”
“Oh, yeah?” She chuckled softly, heading into the kitchen to get herself a drink. “Was she good?”
“An angel, really. She fell asleep on the couch, so I carried her upstairs. She had a bubble bath, I braided her hair and we even did some colouring."
“You’re so good with her,” Robby finally spoke, voice low and quiet. His eyelids were heavy and his cheeks were flushed from alcohol, hair slightly mussed. Despite all that, he still looked absolutely gorgeous to Dennis.
Pride bloomed hot in his chest. Arousal pooled just as hot in his gut at the praise. Jesus. He was s fucking easy, so much for acrting disinterested. “Thank you…”
Hair down, Wendy returned into the living room with a glass of water. She smiled tenderly at Dennis, before gently rubbing Robby’s shoulder. No kiss. No hug. Not even an ‘I love you.’ before she headed up the stairs and disappeared for the night. Distantly, Dennis could hear the soft sound of the shower going, Mrs Robinavitch gone for the night.
The light tension in the room seemed to intensify the second that she disappeared. Robby made his way into the kitchen to get his own drink, loosening his tie as he walked, more than eager to get this damn suit off. He was still half hard in his bands, strung out and pent up with no outlet for his release.
Well.
“Well, I think I'm gonna…” Dennis got up from the sofa, his heart still pounding in his chest. He could only pray that Robby hadn’t seen him run from his office, or notice the way Dennis was looking at him. “Think I’m gonna head to bed,”
There was a long pause.
The shower was still running.
Dennis shifted on his feet, left to right. Right to left.
Robby’s perfectly polished shoes tapped against the floor, footsteps growing closer to Dennis, stopping right in front of the boy.
“Look at me.” he muttered. “Dennis.”
Swallowing, Dennis bravely raised his eyes to peer at Robby behind the safety of his eyelashes. Robby’s dark eyes bored into him, so full of passion and lust that it was almost painful to look at. It only served to feed the shameful arousal bubbling in Dennis’s stomach. Why hadn’t he just walked off?
“You hear my wife getting ready upstairs?” Robby took a step closer, the tips of his shoes touching the tip of the boy’s socked feet. He waited until Dennis nodded, a small smirk pulling at the older man’s lips. “Good. Now, I want you to go to your room and get ready for me, understand?”
“I…”
“Uh-uh,” the older man shook his head, gently grabbing Dennis by his chin. He should pull back, head upstairs and avoid Dennis until the boy goes home. He should sever contact with the young babysitter, insist that they never hire him again. He should divorce his wife and set her free. Set one another free. There were so many things that Robby should’ve done…but he didn’t. Instead, he licked his lips and gently tapped Dennis’s cheek with an open palm. “Just nod for me, ok? Don’t speak.”
Obediently, Dennis nodded. He briefly considered leaning up and kissing Robby, but he refused to step out of line. He didn’t want to lose…whatever was about to happen. Instead, he turned on his heels and hurried down the hall to the guest bedroom, able to feel Robby’s eyes on him as he walked.
—
Dennis wasn’t entirely sure what the older man had meant by ‘get ready’, but he didn’t exactly have to wrack his brain. Clumsily and much too quickly, Dennis stripped out of his clothing, initially tossing everything on the floor.
Suddenly feeling foolish and naughty, Dennis picked each item of clothing up and began to fold it, packing it away in his bag once again. Much better, he decided. Clothes out of the way, Dennis crawled onto the bed and got into position.
First, he lay on his back.
And then his stomach.
Then, he was on his hands and knees with his ass in the air.
Nope, that wasn’t right.
“Fuck…” he whispered, shifting back to old reliable; missionary.
Dennis lay there for a short while, watching the door, listening out for the sound of footsteps. The shower turned off. Delicate footsteps moved and a bedroom door closed softly. Dennis shifted on the bed, sighing.
Another five minutes and…nothing.
The aching between his thighs only grew with each Robby-less minute that slogged on by, little cock throbbing with pathetic need.
Well, Robby had told him to get ready…
Fully exposed on the bed, Dennis reached a hand between his legs and slowly stroked his clit, pinching it between two fingers with a breathy moan. He didn’t waste any time, eagerly shoving two fingers into his drooling cunt, closing his eyes so he could float into his imagination. His cunt made sticky, whorish noisy as Dennis pumped his fingers in and out, curling them slightly to find that spot inside of him that made his toes curl. Images from the last time he was in Robby’s home flashed through his mind; Robby’s cock buried down his throat, nose pressed firmly against trimmed pubic hair. The taste of Robby’s cock on his tongue, the pleasant ache in his throat that had lasted at least a day. Everything about this whole ordeal was wrong, yet Dennis couldn’t pull his hand from his cunt even if he tried. He should’ve grabbed his bag and left, ignored Robby’s instructions and run out the front door and never looked back.
He remained in the bed, whispering an apology into the air, not quite sure who he was apologising to. The lord? Wendy? His own conscious?
“Apology accepted, Sweetheart.” Robby’s rumbling voice made Dennis flinch slightly, fingers quickie pulled from his cunt. The bedroom door drifted closed as Robby made his way over to the bed. No lock was turned. If someone wanted to walk in, they could, and that made Dennis’s heart pound with excitement. “Opened yourself up for me, hm?”
The mattress dipped under Robby’s weight. “Robby…I-”
“Don’t.” He shook his head firmly once again, brows pinched into a soft scowl. Robby was thinking with both his heart and his cock in the moment, his brain switched off. He could feel guilty another time. “Don’t act like you don’t want this, Dennis. Like you didn’t take this job just to see me again…”
The man’s voice was low and rough, breath laced with whisky and smoke, frustrated lust swimming in the deep pools of honey that burned holes into the very fibre of Dennis’s soul. He was being looked at, flayed apart without as much as a brush of a finger against his pale skin. Dennis opened his mouth, choking on his words.
A little smirk crossed Robby’s lips, large hand snaking its way up a plush thigh. “You can’t even lie, Denny…or…would you prefer that I call you kid?” He chuckled, pads of his fingers swiping over Dennis’s engorged clit. The boy gasped, pupils blowing wide, swallowing almost all of the colour in his eyes. “You’re a little pervert, aren’t you? Thinking about me all night…breaking into my office.”
Before Dennis could even think of a reply, Robby’s thick digits were slipping into his cunt. Thrusting once, before they were pulled back out, wetness smeared over his pathetic little cock. Robby’s words swam in his mind, making it spin. “You’re just a-”
Smack.
A sharp sting radiated between his legs, the older man’s open palm smacking against Dennis’s messy cunt in a firm spank. Their eyes locked together as the boy’s legs fell open and Robby delivered another smack to his cunt, forcing a little whimper from Dennis.
No talking back.
Fuck.
Robby climbed fully onto the bed, working his way between the boy’s legs, keeping them spread open with his big hands. “Keep your voice down,” His lips began roaming, pressing kisses to pale skin, goosebumps blooming in the wake of the affection. Robby kissed all the way down until he was rubbing his face into Dennis’s pubic hair, inhaling the sent he had been dreaming of all fucking evening. He lathed his tongue from Dennis’s taint all the way to his throbbing clit, sucking the hard thing into his mouth with a quiet groan. His eyes rolled back, cock pulsing in the confines of his own clothes, leaking and red at the tip. Robby didn’t even register Dennis’s soft, muffled noises, far too absorbed by the taste of the young cunt pressed to his lips, greedily shoving his tongue into that warm, loosened hole.
Fingers gripped at plush thighs, pressing so hard that Robby only hoped they left bruises, finger nails leaving little divots behind. He could feel Dennis clenching around him, toes curling as the younger man squirmed against the sheets. A hand grabbed at his hair, but the pain wasn’t going to stop Robby. Nothing was. He yanked Dennis impossibly closer, chuckling against his skin when the boy whispered some incoherent plea for more…or less… Robby couldn’t tell.
“Been thinkin’ about this cunt all evening,” Robby whispered, pulling back just an inch to catch his breath. “Mmh, you know that? Thinking about you while I’m supposed to be playing happy family with my wife…You’re inescapable, Dennis.”
“I don’t…” Dennis panted, eyes rolling back into his head when Robby roughly sucked on his clit, pulling back with a gentle popping noise. “Oh, hngh~ I couldn’t stop thinking about you, either…”
The older man finally looked up, hands reaching up to grope at Dennis’s chest, tweaking a stiff nipple. He adored the way the boy’s back arched and a little moan tumbled from bitten lips. “Do you do this with all the families you work for?” Robby’s words made Dennis whine, his head spinning. He barely had enough brain power to listen to Robby, let alone reply. “Seduce men old enough to be your father? Drive them mad?”
“No.” The boy replied quickly, whispering. “N-No, I don’t.”
His words were a desperate promise, pleasure clinging to each word. Robby simply grunted, suckling a bruise onto Dennis’s inner thigh. “Good.” he whispered, before returning right back to his task. Robby moaned against Dennis’s pretty cunt, fucking his tongue in and out of his slick hole until Dennis was squirming and panting heavily. He could only imagine how whorish and loud Dennis could be given the opportunity. One day he’d get to find out, he’d make sure.
“R-Robby~” Dennis tried to warn, clinging to the man’s hair with both hands. Pleasure built and built before it became too much and Dennis was squirting messily onto the man’s chin and into his mouth, toes curling tight, chest rising and falling frantically.
He hardly got the time to recover before Robby was moving, tapping his hard cock over Dennis’s sensitive clit. A large hand came to cover his mouth right as Robby fucked inside in one form thrust, burying himself balls deep. Raw. “Fuckkkk~” he groaned, breath hot, beard dripping with the orgasm Dennis had just given him.
Tears welled in the poor things' eyes, but that only served to fuel Robby. “You feel so good wrapped around my cock, Kiddo…” he whispered, grinning down at Dennis as he began slowly thrusting. Pulling all the way out. Shoving all the way back inside. Slow. Firm. Deep. Dennis could feel it all the way in his tummy, jolts of pleasure making his eyes roll back into his head. “Gripping it so fucking good, shit. Prettiest little cunt,”
Jesus.
Dennis felt himself spasm around Robby, cunt very quickly becoming creamy, making an even bigger mess around him. It wasn’t just the mess, either, it was the noise. Wet, pornographic plapping noises, Robby’s balls smacking against Dennis’s drooling hole. Sticky. Sloppy. Noises Dennis hadn’t even heard his cunt make before.
It wasn’t just the mess, or the noises his cunt was making, it was Robby.
The man wouldn’t stop talking. Wouldn’t stop whispering perverted nothings into Dennis’s ears, sending shivers down his spine and spots into his already blurred vision.
“Your pretty cunt is so fucking loud, you know that?” Robby laughed, tongue lathing over Dennis’s nipples, sucking one into his warm mouth. “Noisiest hole I’ve ever fucked…wonder if my wife can hear it. Hngh~ fuck, you’d like that, huh? Like it if my wife heard you getting fucked?”
Dennis shook his head.
His body betrayed him.
Dennis moaned softly behind Robby’s hand, eyes screwing shut as he squirted again, mess splashing against Robby’s fuzzy tummy this time. “Mhm, bad boy.” Robby teased, reaching his free hand between their bodies to toy at Dennis’s clit. “If I let go…will you be a good boy? Stay nice and quiet for daddy?”
The young man whimpered, squirting yet again, head lolling to the side. He nodded, eagerly and pathetically.
“Oh, god, Daddy~” Dennis breathed as soon as the hand was removed from his face. At his words, Robby sped up, fucking in and out of Dennis’s cunt roughly. The bed creaked and rocked slightly underneath them, but neither man seemed to care.
Clearly, Robby had full confidence in the soundproofing of the house.
Or, maybe, he simply didn’t give a fuck anymore.
Dennis didn’t really care, not when he was practically melting from pleasure.
Those perfectly rough hands came to grab at his hips, fingers pressing into pale skin. Robby was going to leave as many bruises as he could. As many marks. Stake his claim as many ways as he possibly could.
“Could fuck you…all day long,” Robby panted, hair clinging to his forehead. He snapped his hips harder, fucking Dennis onto his cock like a cheap fleshlight.
“Wh-What…” Dennis swallowed, grabbing at the pillow under his head. He fought the urge to grab at Robby, afraid to leave marks. “What about your wife?”
Another unfairly arousing chuckle fell from Robby’s lips. The man leant down to kiss Dennis, all teeth and tongue, the taste of Dennis’s cunt still fresh on Robby’s lips. “My wife?” He whispered right by Dennis’s cute ears, shaking his head. “My wife is already fucking someone else, sweetheart. Are you really, mhm, that naive?" Robby laughed lowly, tongue dragging over the shell of Dennis’s ear.
Robby was…mean. And Dennis loved it. He loved how unkind, degrading words sounded on Robby’s tongue. He loved the way that they made him feel desperate for more. Eager to misbehave to see what kind of filth Robby might unleash onto him. Another time, he was sure. Now, he was far too busy making a mess around Robby’s cock.
“N-No, Daddy.” Dennis shook his head finally, his fingers tangling in Robby’s hair, legs wrapping tightly around the man’s waist.
“Really? You look pretty dumb right now, sweetheart,” Robby grinned, pinching Dennis’s clit between his fingers, tugging at it roughly. Eager to make him squirt again. To wring him dry. Until Dennis had nothing left to give. “All drunk on my cock…should’ve known you were a messy slut when you swallowed my dick~”
The younger man whimpered, the tears that had been welling in his eyes suddenly falling, streaking down his cheeks and onto the pillow case underneath him. He felt stupid. He felt drunk. He felt so good. He could feel his own mess leaking down over his asshole, dripping down Robby’s full balls. The man sped up, hands moving to push Dennis’s knees to his chest, practically folding him in half to fuck him just how he wanted.
He should go slower. Be quieter. Stop talking so much. But, he can’t. He doesn’t want to, not at all. He was already close, and he didn’t feel like denying himself much longer. Dennis’s cunt felt too good, tight and hot around his cock, making him shake and pant heavily. Their bodies were covered in sweat, Dennis’s skin flushed and dusted with bruises from Robby’s hands and mouth. He looked beautiful. Angelic, almost. Robby wanted to swallow him whole. Lock him away, selfish thoughts flashing in his mind.
“R-Daddy…!” Dennis gasped, breath hitching on a weak sob. He was trying his hardest to keep his voice down, cunt betraying him once more. “I can’t…I-I need to…”
“Come?” Robby finished for him, cupping Dennis’s face, pushing his thumb into the boy's wanting mouth. “You gonna come for me, sweetheart?”
Mouth full, Dennis could only nod. The older man doubled his efforts and began pounding into Dennis’s bullies, puffy cunt, lips pulled back in a light snarl. “Yeah, m-me too.” Robby ground out, panting heavily now. He could feel the edges of his vision starting to blur, from pleasure or tears he wasn’t entirely sure. Pleasure continued to build almost painfully hot in the pit of Robby’s stomach, his thighs trembling with the effort taken with each thrust, sweat dripping down his temples.
What he wouldn’t do to be a fly on the wall in that moment, unable to stop himself from wondering how they might look together, entangled and shiny.
The younger man moaned around Robby’s thumb, eyes rolling back into his head once again as his orgasm suddenly hit him. He choked, a silent scream escaping him as he began squirting obscenely around Robby’s cock, hands flying to grab at the older man’s hips, heels digging into the dip on Robby’s back. “Hnnngh~! Ohgodohgod…!” Dennis babbled, voice strained, nails biting into the older man’s skin.
So much for leaving no marks on Robby.
It only took a handful of thrusts before Robby was joining Dennis in orgasming bliss. The man dipped his head down, bending Dennis deeper, all the way in half. His boy was so flexible, Robby wished that he could string the words together to praise him. Though, he had been reduced to the same brainless mess as Whitaker by now. “Fu-Fuckkkk~” Robby groaned, long and deep as he thrust deep one last time, holding himself against Dennis's body as his cock twitched. Rope after rope of come flooded the young man’s cunt, trickling out when Robby gave another weak thrust.
After a few beats, hearts pounding together as their panting breaths mingled, Robby chuckled. “Mhm, you’re such a good boy…” he whispered, pressing kisses to Dennis’s damp forehead. “Took my cock so well, kiddo…didn’t you? Daddy’s gonna pull out…ok?”
Dennis could only nod weakly. He couldn’t verbalise how much he didn’t want that. He wanted Robby to stay inside of him forever, to keep him full all night until it was time for Dennis to go back home. Instead, he just whined softly when Robby pulled out, feeling come rush out of his gaped hole. Robby shifted from his spot between Dennis’s leg, wiggling down the bed until his mouth was back at Dennis’s cunt.
Slow and soft, Robby began licking up the mess. Dennis squirmed and whimpered, his oversensitive cunt twitching in response to the touch. It was all too much, but not enough at the exact same time. Robby continued to gently lick until Dennis was all clean, swallowing his own come hungrily. “Thank you,” Robby mumbled, pulling back once and for all. “You’re so beautiful,”
“So are you…” Dennis replied softly, legs falling limp against the sheets. He brushed the curls from his face, watching as Robby gently pressed kisses to Dennis’s legs and stomach. “Robby…?”
“Yeah, kid?”
Silence stretched loud and long. Dennis licked his lips, chewing at them in thought. He had so much to say. So many questions. So many pleas.
“N-Nothing.” Dennis decided, shaking his head a little.
Robby wasn’t stupid, he knew that there was something on the tip of Dennis's tongue. There was something on the tip of his own, too, but he was too tired and too drunk to let it fall. Instead, he swallowed it and got to his feet.
“C’mon,” he murmured, pulling the wet quilt off the bed, revealing a dry duvet underneath. Robby tossed it into the wash, pulling the duvet back for Dennis to climb under. “Get some sleep…What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?”
Dennis blinked. He knew it wasn’t, but it felt almost domestic in a way. He shifted under the duvet and got settled, head back on the pillow. “Uh…Can you make french toast?”
Robby chuckled, tenderly tucking Dennis into bed. “Fancy. Yeah, I can do french toast. Sleep well, kiddo.”
“Night, Daddy…” Dennis whispered back as Robby slipped out of the bedroom, turning off the lights as he went.
There, Dennis lay in complete darkness, entirely alone with his thoughts. He didn’t sleep for another hour.
–
Breakfast was good. Robby was a good cook, at least when it came to breakfast food. Dennis ate, took a shower and then headed off. Robby didn’t show him to the door, but Dennis figured that was for the best.
He didn’t need to hear those hurtful words again.
–
Three months later.
Things were quiet for a while. Dennis couldn't really be all that surprised, sure that they had found another babysitter and Robby had gone back to playing happy families with Wendy. Though, that didn’t really stop Dennis’s mind from roaming, always circling back to thoughts of Robby. Of their last night together. Of what Robby had said to him.
If they were that unhappy together…then why stay together? Dennis didn’t understand, but it wasn’t his family to understand. He had found a new family to work with, anyway; a single Mom that lived in a more rural area. She was really nice, and Dennis loved helping her with the chickens and garden when the baby was down for a nap. Sometimes, Dennis would be alone at the house with the baby. Most of the time, he would just be there as a second set of hands. It paid a little less than other families, but Dennis didn’t care. He was just happy to help. It kept him distracted. He couldn’t think about Robby whilst he was changing diapers, making bottles and researching ‘baby-led weaning’.
Somehow, though, Robby wormed his way back into Dennis’s mind by sending a booking request through the company’s app. Dennis had spent at least an hour staring at the notification, willing it to go away. It didn’t.
The option to decline blinked up at Dennis.
The boy accepted.
He was his own punisher.
Amy had been very nice about it, giggling and swatting Dennis’s shoulder. Making some off handed comment that Dennis was ‘cheating’ on her with another family. The comment had stung, deep down, but he had laughed it off. If only she knew.
–
“Want me to walk you to the door?” James asked as he pulled into The Robinavitch’s driveway, parking the car.
Dennis sighed, shaking his head a little. He’d spent the whole ride chewing on his nails, knee bouncing anxiously. “No…I think I’ll be okay. Thanks for the ride, James.” he reached for the door, taking a deep breath.
“Goodluck. Call if you need anything!”
The other man just nodded, getting out of the car, closing the door behind him. He made his way to the front door, knocking firmly. There was only one other car in the drive way, opposed to the usual two. Maybe Wendy wasn’t in. Hopefully, Robby wasn’t h-
“Dennis,” Robby’s voice jolted the younger man, making him jump a little. He looked over his shoulder, at the car backing out of his driveway. “Who is that?” he asked.
“James. He gave me a ride. He’s a…friend.”
Dennis ignored the frustrated and slightly hurt look on Robby’s face. Without waiting, Dennis took a step inside and toed off his shoes. “Where is Clem? Is she napping?” He asked, the door shutting softly behind him.
“No… She’s with my friend.” Robby ushered Dennis into the living room, standing in the doorway with an uncharacteristically awkward air around him. “With Jack. I, uh, didn’t know how else to contact you…I thought that if I called your number you-”
“Would tell you to fuck off?” Dennis finished for him, brows pinched into a tight crease as he took a seat on the sofa. On the coffee table, there were a few…snack platters? Fresh fruit, cheese, crackers, veggies with dip, chocolate pieces. There was even a bottle of wine and two empty glasses. What the fuck? “What’s going on, Robby? Why am I here?”
A little frown pulled at Robby’s lips, hand running through his hair. He looked much softer than Dennis had ever seen him, wearing a soft cardigan and a plain pair of dark green slacks, glasses on his nose. His hair is fluffy and mussed, opposed to the neatly styled Robby that he’s used to. He hates to admit it, but it’s cute. “I wanted to talk.” he finally replied, coming to sit next to Dennis on the sofa, body turned towards him. “I know it’s been a couple of months…but I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Dennis shook his head, unable to look Robby in the eyes in fear that he would melt. “I’m not going to keep sleeping around with you. It’s not fair on me…or anyone else. I don’t want to be the other woman…man…whatever!”
Robby blinked, he stayed quiet.
“And who are you to trick me into coming here?! To lie to me…j-just to make yourself feel better. Is that what this is? You had some midlife crisis and now you’re picking up the pieces? Well, I’m not gonna let that happen. I'm not going to be your side piece. I’m no-”
“Wendy and I are separating.” It was Robby’s time to interrupt Dennis, cringing slightly when the expression on Dennis’s face dropped completely and the poor thing went pale.
“Oh…shit…” Dennis reached for the bottle of wine, pouring himself a glass. Then, one for Robby, handing it over. He assumed they’d need it. Dennis took a small sip, hoping to find the words mixed in with the liquid. “I…Robby.”
The older man nodded, looking down into the glass. He scrubbed a hand over his face, “I told her about you, about us. She… told me about the woman she’s been sleeping with.”
Dennis made a noise, and Robby nodded. “Yeah, they’ve been seeing each other for a while… which is surprising, but also… not really. We had a long talk, decided that it’s not worth it to be unhappy. A genuinely amicable divorce…the girl is nice, too. Wants to be a doctor.”
“Oh…” Dennis repeated, stunned speechless. “Wow, uh, okay. You’re getting a divorce?”
Robby nodded, taking another sip of his wine. “Wendy already has a new place to stay, and we’ve decided that I’ll have Clementine most of the time, just whilst things settle and we can work out a routine. It’s good, I was worried…Shit, I’m sorry. I’m rambling.”
“No, it’s…it’s okay. I still don’t…you called me here just to tell me you’re getting a divorce?” Dennis chewed on his bottom lip. He didn’t want to get his hopes up. He didn’t want to allow himself to think that maybe…Robby wanted him. Wanted him in more ways than a quick fuck. Than a piece of risky business. He wasn't until Robby said it.
“I needed to see you.” He mumbled softly, still wearing a sheepish, almost shy expression. Such a contrast to the last time Dennis was under him. “I needed to see you, Dennis. Jack is going to watch Clementine all night, so I…I thought that we could talk. About this, about you, us. I want you to be more than an affair, Dennis, I do. I want to get to know you properly.”
Dennis blinked slowly, absorbing Robby’s words, processing them slowly. Maybe he should say no. It was probably the best course of action. Not as messy. Less complicated. He could easily find himself a boyfriend his own age, one that wasn’t going through a divorce. One that didn’t already have a kid. Though, Dennis had proven to himself that he wasn’t good at making sensible choices when it came to Robby.
“Okay,” he took a deep breath, nodding slowly. He could agree to a conversation. He deserved it, regardless. He had so many questions to ask, so many things that he wanted to know. Needed to know. Things that he needed to clarify. Giving in, Dennis reached for a plump looking strawberry, popping it into his mouth. “What do you want to know?”
–
Wine flowed and the snacks were grazed on until Robby excused himself to go and cook a proper dinner. Even then, they talked through walls whilst Robby put together a simple carbonara, coming back to eat on the sofa with the younger man.
They talked for hours, until Dennis ran out of questions to ask and stories to tell. He grew more and more hopeful as the hours passed and the bottle of wine grew empty. Dennis eventually switched the conversation from them, to Wendy and her lover, eager to know more about it. He giggled as Robby showed him this other woman’s instagram, scrolling through her pictures. She was pretty, and younger, too.
“You both have a type,” Dennis teased, having shifted a little closer to Robby.
Robby rolled his eyes playfully, wrapping an arm around Dennis as he set his phone down. “Will you give me a chance, Dennis?” he suddenly asked, gazing down at the younger man with a serious, yet soft expression. Dark eyes searching, sparking under the warm light of the living room lamps. The television buzzed with quiet, forgotten chatter, the curtains closed to hide the twinkling of midnight stars. “A real chance?”
The younger man stared back, a little smile working its way onto his lips. “Yeah,” he nodded. “I’ll give you a chance…a real chance.”
Relief washed over Robby in a visible wave. His hand came to cup Dennis’s cheek as he pressed a small kiss to the boy’s forehead. “Thank you.” he breathed, eyes closed. “Thank you.”