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he needed this. anyone could look at him and tell. today sucked. which suckes even more because it was his last day of pediatric and tomorrow. well... according to his watch today. was his first day of emergency. his last day was anything but ideal and it would be just dennis's luck if his first day was just as shit. as he threw my head back the liquid burning my throat and the silver cross burning a hole in his chest. he should get going home... but well... one more drink wouldn't hurt.
just as he was about to order one more shot a hand reaches out and is placed right next to his on the bar. when he look up its an older man and he was CLOSE. dennis was to drunk for this. he feels a hand around his waist as the other man's voice not so hushed into dennis's ear says
"why dont i buy this one"
his hand signals up to the bar staff as he speeks to order him a drink.
dennis had no idea what he ordered him. it could be straight vodka and dennis wouldn't care. a free drink is a free drink. and all dennis could focus on was his soothing hand at his waist.
the man plops down beside me his hand trailing on my upper back.
"so..."
his voice was smooth. or maybe that was the alcohol talking.
"so."
im not sure if i said that out loud or not but he responded either way.
"rough night?"
was that not obvious.
"was that not obvious"
"ha ha only a little"
oh his smile... his laugh.
"you have no idea"
our drinks get set down and i throw my head back once again as he sips slowly on whatever dark drink he ordered.
"oh trust me ive had a few of those"
has he now. oh man. my eyes trail down his body and.
DAMN.
i might have said that out loud cause he gave another sweet chuckle. i could devour him. his arms peeking out from his rolled up sleeves his short beard that moved with his laugh. the stomach that would definitely press against my forehead if i-
im snapped out of my thoughts as his hand holds my sholder squeezing slightly. shit those hands could do whatever they wanted to me.
holy im a horny drunk.
"well if you need to relax... i could teach you some tactics"
please god tell me this is real and im not
blacked out and dreaming...
"i could indulge"
that earns another one of those low chuckles.
he bought me another shot.
next thing they know there stepping into robbys house and dennis is wondering how it will go just before he closes the door behind him and the older man is slowly making his way over eyeing dennis down as if he was devouring him. dennis lets out a quick gasp when robbys hands meet his waist and lips his forehead. then kis ear the older man's breath ghosting across his ear. robbys hands making their way under dennis's shirt and up to his chest and kissing down his body his back arching off the door he was pinned against, about ready to attack robbys lips when right before his eyes. robbys on his knees. dennis is visibly flustered now and shaking slightly. robby chuckled slightly and began to remove the boys shoes.
"oh-"
his noise was dissapointed.
"have to keep the house clean you know?"
the man stands up back to leaning over dennis.
"yeah no i get it"
dennis is slightly cough off gaurd when robbys lips are moving frantically against his own. he responded immediately finally getting his hands on the man. robbys hands snake up the back of his shirt and crip onto the nape of the boys shirt. dennis pulls his shirt off only breaking when the shirt is at his mouth but continuing right after. hes still pulling the shirt off his hands when he starts to kiss back. robby stepping backwards pulling dennis with him and into a bedroom. dennis lets out a small grumble as he tugs at robbys shirt. the result was all dennis could have hoped for. robby slowly and teasingly pulls his shirt off as dennis drinks in the sight of his stomach and chest and hair and arms. he felt himself chubbing in his pants. and like. NO SHIT he was have you seen the man. robby drops the shirt on the ground and pulls dennis twards him by the belt loop of his pants. dennis's hands imidiatly go to the mans chest happily moving in to kiss that masterpiece. robbys laugh being cut off by a groan was exactly what needed to be heard when his mouth lached onto a nipple. robby gently pulls his head away cupping the back of his head and wispering in his ear.
"im gonna need you to be quiet baby boy. my husband is asleep"
dennis nodds not really thinking about what that ment. too eager. he feels the back of his knees have reached the bed and he begins to tugg at the older mans belt as robby reaches down to do the same thing. belts clink pants drop and dennis whitaker was horny as all hell. sitting down on the bed and sliding back. robby ends up hovering with a leg between dennis's thighs lightly applying pressure to watch just how much the boy needs this. and obviously hes met with a beautiful noise and the motion of dennis grinding down on his thigh. they keep making out like that for a minute. dennis's hand sneeks down to tugg off the man's boxers.
"playing dirty arnt you"
robby sits back on his knees and pulls them down. oh boy was dennis fucked. and he couldn't wait. pulling down his own boxers to allow for the same amount of nakedness. he sits up and as he does his necklace swings and hits his chest. holding up a finger he removes it and places it on the night stand. the same one that robby than reaches into something crinkles in his hand.
in a deep needy voice he says.
"get ready."
pulling dennis's thighs apart and moving down to lick a stripe up his dick.
"fahh-"
dennis's back arches and as he does he feels something cool touch his hole as robby slowly inches his lubed finger in. slowly moving in and out as dennis gets used to the feeling. sure hes streched himself before and had other people do it too but the idea alone that it was a supposedly older man doing in. robby slowly adds fingers testing for his prostate. it makes dennis all squermy and needy.
"shit please- please tell me im ready"
he tried to keep his voice down.
a low chuckle rumbling up robby's throat.
"your eager"
he begins to roll a condom on his dick.
"hold in there baby boy."
robby lines up as dennis prepares.
a damn good night. a night to remember.
in the morning dennis is sore and tired.
maybe thats because its 3:57 and robbys arms are wrapped around dennis's sholders and their legs are stuck together like thats where there ment to be. dennis slips from his arms and gently slide back into his cloths. the sore feeling in his ass lets him know just how good the night was. but weather its just my dreams or reality is hard to decern. except... when he remembers a certain thing the older man said.
"im gonna need you to be quiet baby boy. my husband is asleep"
the words still send shivers down his spine as he fights his brain for the memory of the night.
husband.. huband shit!
he stumbles into his pants and tries to leave as quickly as he can his thoughts racing.
husband. husband. is he a home wrecker!?
hes married- maybe... maybe there separated? why- probably not.
shit hes a home wrecker.
he sneeks out of the door a bit louder than he would like. the lights are dim at the curtains are drawn but all this movement is NOT helping with his headache...
he looks up from his feet. smelling bacon and eggs. seeing another man standing. his prosthetic leaning neatly against the shoe rack.
"honey your up earl-"
he froze when he saw the mouse like boy scared like hell.
"well your not my husband..."
he didn't seem too upset but definitely suprised.
"i am SOOOO so so sorry i had no idea he was married i wouldn't have uh- i"
dennis panics letting his apologies fall off his tongue not even meeting the man in the eyes.
"hey- kid its okay..."
"i mean. you DID sleep with my husband and i didn't realize you were in our bed but. you haven't done anything wrong"
the boy is still panicking his heart racing and dropped through the floor.
"ill do anything to make it up to you. i mean- shit if you need anything-"
he needed to make this right
"oh? how kind of you... do you think maybe i can... get a turn?"
thats- thats... not what he though hed hear.
"what-"
"you heard me... i work night shifts so
you would have to come over during the day... "
he's moving closer... WHY IS HE MOVING CLOSER.
his hand meets dennis's sholder.
"if your interested"
"i- uh- yeah"
yeah? YEAH!? why did i say YEAH!? fuck i cooked. his thoughts race
"okay great... ill meet you... lets say."
hes so close. his breath is on my hear ohh holyshit.
"at the same bar where you decided to fuck my husband"
oh my god im gonna explode.
"yeah okay i- i have to go im sorry..."
he rushed out the door and looks for the first cab he can. getting a ride to the hospital so he can get changed