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Robby was at the Apple store out of necessity. His old phone- one that still had a home button and a single camera, which he was perfectly happy with, thank you very much- had landed on the floor by the Hub when he sprang up to attend to an incoming trauma. Nobody noticed it got crushed by a gurney until shards of glass from the screen crunched under Dana's foot.
Those sixteen hours without his phone chiming were some of the most peaceful of his life, but he couldn't go on like that forever. So here he was, listening to the twenty-something Apple worker describe the difference between the three cameras on the back of his phone he would never use. The look on the worker's face when he brought in the remnants of his iPhone SE was reminscient of the med students experiencing their first degloving.
The worker had walked him through how to use the new phone- that was all screen for some unknown reason- but he forgot everything the second he walked out of the store with a small bag in his hand. He would ask Trinity to show everything to him at work again.
His old phone was so mutilated the SIM card (whatever the hell that was) couldn't be extracted from it. He was starting all over. Which meant resetting every single one of his passwords and re-saving his favorite web pages.
Including a certain cam site.
He logged into his account, pointedly ignoring the cartoon-like splash before the welcome screen popped up, and saved the page. There was dinner sitting on the stovetop but the little red notification dot next to the bell icon on the banner made everything fly out of his mind. After all the chaos of trauma after trauma the previous day he had forgotten all about the request he sent in to his favorite star.
He never thought he would turn into this. The creepy old dude sending in video requests and shelling out money to guys twenty plus years younger than him. But FarmTwunk_2000 was absolutely irresistible. He was all long lines and pretty noises. His face was never on camera, but the rest of him was. And he never held back with his noises.
FarmTwunk's videos didn't follow a pattern, he didn't have a shtick, as it were. He had everything from self-bondage to suctioning a dildo to his shower wall and fucking himself back on it, whimpering "daddy" as he laid back for a fucking machine to gagging on comically large dildos.
Was it in poor taste for Robby to contribute to the young man's page? Probably. But he really couldn't bring himself to care all that much. Not when he was having the best orgasms of his life pretending his fleshlight was FarmTwunk's tight ass.
The notification led him to the newest video, titled: "Choking myself on Daddy's cock while my ass gets destroyed!"
FarmTwunk_2000 never held back with his titles. They were always straight to the point. And it was almost exactly what Robby had requested. He was perched on his bed, pale skin stark against the navy blue sheets. His fucking machine was already set up and dripping with lube. The focus, as Robby had requested, was on the dildo suctioned to his headboard.
"Daddy," FarmTwunk whispered. His voice was gravelly and low and Robby felt himself twitch in his pants. "Y'so big. Please."
"Fuck," Robby groaned. He fumbled with his phone as he switched it to his left hand and shoved his right hand into his pants. He didn't bother pulling them down. He just slipped his fingers past the elastic of his boxers and used the precum beading at the tip of his cock over himself.
"Lemme suck you off, daddy," FarmTwunk whimpered. He reached back and guided the dildo into his hole.
Robby lost his guilt a long time ago.
He watched, fully entranced, as FarmTwunk rocked his hips back. The camera wasn't on the fucking machine, though. It was focused on the dildo suctioned to the wall and FarmTwunk's jaw. The jawline that made Robby feel like a Victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time. The light smattering of freckles on his cheek almost made him look fragile.
And then Robby's eyes tracked down his arms. Over the ripples of muscle beneath his pale skin. Over his toned hips and ass and thighs. FarmTwunk_2000 was anything but fragile. At least, that was what his cam videos made it look like.
"Oh fuck," FarmTwunk whimpered. He made the prettiest noises. All the time.
Realistically, Robby knew his noises weren't just for him. The little number beneath the video player displaying a '996' reminded him of that. And the fact that the video had only been posted for forty-seven minutes. It still felt that way, though. When the "daddy" rolled so deliciously off FarmTwunk's tounge.
"Tastes fuckin' good," his voice was modulated through his phone's speakers but it didn't stop him from cumming all over his hand and boxers. He made a strangled noise and melted into the couch cushions. The time stamp only showed 04:41. It was the fastest he had ever cum from one of FarmTwunk's videos. He would have been embarassed if he was younger. Or, really, if he cared.
Instead, he pulled his hand out of his pants and grabbed a tissue. Every once in a while he felt like a frat boy again. Blowing his load to a porn video in under five minutes was one of those times.
****
Compared to his last shift, this afternoon was quiet. Not that he was going think nor say that word out loud. But the volume of patients they were seeing was low enough that Dennis and Trinity were hunched over her phone at the Hub. Robby glanced up at them as he held his hand beneath a Purell dispenser outside central 4. Dennis was pointing at the screen and giggling at something.
He smiled at the vinyl floor and walked over.
"Dr. Robby you've gotta see this," Trinity said, looking up as he walked over. She slid her phone across the desk top. On the screen was a video of a man standing by a blazing bonfire. The camera panned to another man sitting in the bed of a truck holding a beer, tripping over his own feet, and stumbling off the tailgate into the grass.
"I saw one too many of those working in New Orleans," Robby replied, nudging her phone back to her.
"I grew up with one too many of those," Dennis quipped. Robby looked up at him to see a look he couldn't quite place on his face.
"Dr. Santos while I have you here do you mind teaching me how to use this phone," Robby said, filing the expression on Dennis' face away for later use as he pulled his phone from his zip-up pocket.
"Finally upgraded from the Iron Age?" Trinity smiled. She held the phone up to Robby's face to unlock it and slid up. "What do you need help with?"
"Just closing apps," Robby said as he rounded the desk to stand behind her for a better look.
"Okay," Trinity said. She positioned her thumb at the bottom right corner of the screen. "Drag your finger upwards like this, slowly, until these little windows pop up. Then to close them just swipe up like you would on your old phone. Can I close these or do you want them open?"
"Close them, if you don't mind," Robby said as he sat down at the open computer beside her. He tapped his badge and opened up the chart for the patient he was coming from.
"Uhm," Trinity sounded started. Robby looked over his shoulder to see both her and Dennis staring at his phone. It took one glance at the screen to remember what he had done last night. He lunged, the wheels and base of his chair groaning in protest, and snatched the phone from her hand.
"Thanks, Trinity," he said, quickly closing the app and placing the phone face down on the desk.
"I'm gonna go check on a patient," Dennis said meekly, hurrying across the floor towards south 10.
Trinity cleared her throat and stood up. Robby felt her come to stand over his shoulder. "You might want to learn how to use private browsing."
"Yup. Got it," Robby forced out. He could feel his cheeks blare bright red.
He couldn't believe he had forgotten to close the damn tab. He was so turned on, so enraptured by the fucking porn star that lived in his phone, he forgot to close the tab. That was a rookie mistake.
"Incoming trauma," Dana said, resting her hand on his shoulder lightly. "Motorcycle crash. I can give it to someone else."
"No," Robby shook his head. He grabbed his stethoscope and popped up. "Whitaker!" hecalled. The clock was showing 6:30. He was half an hour away from leaving for the day. "I need you!"
Dennis materialized at his side, gown and glasses already on. Now was not the best time for him to be noticing a familiar pattern of freckles on his cheek.
****
The smell of cigarette smoke caught Robby's attention. It was three hours past the time he and the rest of the day shift were supposed to have gone home. A massive pile-up crash on the highway sent ambulance after ambulance to their doors. He'd told day shift they could slip out when they found a moment, and a few of them had, but many stayed.
Including Dennis.
Perhaps, selfishly, he hoped Whitaker would take the opportunity to leave alongside Mel and McKay. Instead he'd stayed and jumped in elbow deep to the patients that were coming in. And, now, as Robby looked up from his bike he caught the eye of his intern. It would have been too conspicuous if he started his bike and roared out of the parking lot. So instead he popped the kickstand back down and walked into the ambulance bay, his hands shoved down into his pockets. Dennis took another drag of his cigarette and flicked the ash away.
"So," Robby cleared his throat. "You saw."
"I didn't know you were a fan," Dennis smirked. Despite the exhaustion darkening the bags under his eyes and the weary droop of his shoulders he still made Robby's stomach swoop. He looked down and rubbed the back of his neck. "So which one are you?"
"SoftDaddy1971," Robby answered with his site username.
"You requested the video I posed last night," Dennis said. Robby watched as he stamped out his cigarette. "The one that was still open on your phone."
"Yeah," Robby nodded. "Sorry about that, by the way."
Dennis shrugged. "Trinity doesn't know I do cam stuff. I only film when she's out with Garcia. Stockpile videos, that sort of thing."
"Oh," Robby nodded dumbly.
"I'm not upset or anything," Dennis said. Robby looked up from the pavement. "I post the videos for anyone to see. I keep my face out of them for a reason."
"Your freckles," Robby said.
"What?"
"Your freckles," he repeated himself. "That's how I recognized you earlier," before he could think better of it Robby was reaching out and tracing the pad of his thumb across the offending marks. If he hadn't been so hyper focused on everything he probably would have missed the way Dennis' breath hitched in his throat.
"You- you requested other videos," Dennis said. Robby nodded, letting his fingers trail down the hollow of his throat.
"You remember," Robby was aware that his voice had dropped. He didn't do it on purpose. Dennis' big eyes shone a little brighter under the flickering light of the ambulance bay.
"Of course I remember," Robby looked down as he felt a light touch to the draw waistband of his scrubs. Dennis was tracing them through his top. "SoftDaddy1971 is one of my favorite viewers. You've been keeping me… funded."
"Didn't think adding my card to that site was my finest moment," Robby replied. He let his fingers trace Dennis' clavicle, brushing his scrub top to the side.
"Has that changed?"
"Yeah," Robby nodded.
A thought nagged at the back of his head. This was wrong. Robby was Dennis' superior. They would both get in endless amounts of trouble if they were ever caught. That had never suaded him from dating co-workers in the past. Heather hadn't been an intern, though. Nor had she been almost thirty years younger than him.
But looking at Dennis now, the smell of cigarette smoke still clinging to his clothes, had something sparking in his stomach. Robby brought his hand back up Dennis' neck to cup his cheek. He knew there was no possible way this ended without them falling into bed together. Could he put up more of a fight? Probably. Did he want to? No.
"Whitaker," he said, letting his tongue dart out to wet his lips. "Is Dr. Santos expecting you to come home tonight?"
"No," Dennis answered immediately. "She's at Garcia's. I was…"
"You were?" Robby prompted, raising his eyebrows.
"I was going to film a little more," Dennis said. A pink hue was starting to tinge his cheeks beneath Robby's thumb.
"What do you say you come back to my place instead?" Robby phrased it like a question but they both knew it wasn't. He was already slinging his arm around Dennis' shoulders and guiding him back to where his back sat in its parking space.
"Only if you're the one wearing the helmet," Dennis replied. A smirk was pulling at the corner of his mouth. Robby picked up his backpack and unzipped the big pocket. He offered Dennis the second helmet Dana made him keep in his bag under penalty of death at her hands.
"You planning on taking me home?" Dennis teased as he let Robby fiddle with the chin strap.
"Wasn't planning on it tonight," Robby replied.
He swung his leg over the bike and slid up as much as he could before offering his hand to Dennis. He definitely didn't need to, but the warmth of Dennis' palm in his as he climbed onto the bike behind him made something spark in the pit of his stomach.
"Slide up more," he said before pulling his own helmet on. Dennis did as he was told, his knees finding a home around Robby's hips. "Wrap your arms around my middle. Hold on tight, she's got a bit of a kick."
Dennis was so warm against his back as he folded around him. He linked his hands together in front of Robby's stomach, giving a gentle squeeze. For once, Robby was sad he didn't have two helmets that had radios. Although, if he was talking to Dennis the entire ride home odds were he would have said something incredibly stupid and/or crashed the bike completely. Instead, he focused on the feeling of the body behind him.
He knew from the videos Dennis was strong. He could feel his biceps against his ribs offer resistance every time he inhaled. The squeeze of his thighs against his hips as they took turns had him getting hard in his scrubs. And scrubs didn't hide jackshit. That he knew from painful and embarassing experience.
Rain had started to fall heavily by the time Robby brought the bike to a stop in the small driveway of his townhouse. He turned it off and hurried Dennis inside with a hand on his lower back. They were both dripping water and giggling as Robby locked the door behind them.
"Ooh," he squeaked, surprised as Dennis pressed his body against him, boxing him in. "Hi there, Dennis."
"Hi," Dennis replied, his eyes flicking between Robby's then down to his lips. Robby's breathing grew quicker as Dennis' hand slipped past the waist of his scrubs this time. His fingers toyed with the elastic waistband of his boxers. "You know what I look like. I don't think its fair that I don't know what you look like."
"That so?" Robby asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Don't you agree?" Dennis asked although he was already slowly dropping to his knees.
"You don't have to do that," Robby said, even though it was all he had been thinking about since he sent in that request.
"I want to," Dennis replied. He pulled the string on Robby's scrub pants and let them fall around his ankles. He was blatantly hard, his gray boxers doing absolutely nothing to hide his erection or the wet blot of precum staining the fabric. Looking back, it was probably wasn't the most subtle choice of underwear he could have made that morning.
Dennis made a hungry noise at it. He leaned forward to mouth at him through the fabric. Robby clenched his fists by his side. He wanted nothing more than to thread his fingers through his hair but he didn't know where the line for him was. Instead he gripped his own scrub top.
The cold air of the foyer made him shiver as Dennis pulled his boxer down to join his pants around his ankles. Here he was, feeling like a frat boy again having his first gay experience with a member of the hockey team at the end of the upstairs hallway in the frat house.
Dennis looked so damn pretty on his knees like this. If Robby was within his senses he probably would have tried to find his phone and take a picture. But the feeling of Dennis taking his dick into his mouth overrode everything else in his mind.
"Oh, fuck," he swore softly. He wanted to tilt his head back against the door and close his eyes, let himself enjoy the feeling of it. But, at the same time, he didn't want to miss anything. He made himself stay looking at Dennis. He wtched, absolutely enraptured, as he took him further into his mouth.
Robby's mind went back to the video he had bought. He had asked Dennis to suck off a dildo while letting himself get fucked by a machine.
"So much fucking better," he found himself whispering. Dennis leaned back, letting Robby fall from his mouth.
"Better?" Dennis asked. His voice was already growing hoarse.
"Than the fucking video," Robby replied, finally putting his hand in Dennis' hair. He pushed gently, urging him to go back to what he had been doing. Dennis smirked up at him and let himself be moved.
He took him further this time. His nose was almost buried in the coarse hair decorating Robby's pelvis under the swell of his belly. The sight was so lewd Robby had to grit his teeth not to cum right there on the spot.
He knew he only had one in him. Not for the first time in recent weeks he wished he was twenty years younger. Maybe he would have to swing by the Walgreens on the corner and pick up some Viagra if this was going to be more than a one time thing.
Which he was confident it would be.
Dennis was talented with his mouth. Warm and soft and wet. He knew exactly when to use the flat of his tongue and when to pull off and use the tip to press at his slit. It was the best blowjob he had ever gotten. It was also probably one of the few he had from another man when he was sober.
He wanted all of them to be like this from now on. Sober and with Dennis.
He was, however, in danger of cumming. He adjusted the grip he had on Dennis' hair and pulled him off his dick. A string of saliva connected him to Dennis' lower lip. He reached down and wiped it away before sucking it off his thumb.
"Too much?" Dennis asked.
"No," Robby shook his head. He took him by the elbows and lifted him up. "Not too much. You just feel so fucking good if you keep going I'm not going to be able to make you feel good."
"That's sweet," Dennis smiled. "But I can take care of myself."
"You can," Robby nodded. He took the time to study his face. His hair was still dripping from the pouring rain outside. There was something more beneath his placid expression, though. Something raw and sore. Like a blister that had been left unprotected and untreated for too long. "But you don't have to."
For the first time that night Dennis looked down at his feet. Robby placed two fingers beneath his chin and tilted his head back up.
"Have you ever had another man?" he asked. With all the videos Dennis had done Robby hadn't once thought to ask.
"Once," Dennis said carefully. "Undergrad. I don't… want to talk about it. I'm sorry."
"Dennis," Robby ducked to meet his eyes. "Just tell me if it was consensual or not."
"It was," Dennis said. "It just… wasn't with who I would have wanted it to be for my first time."
"Tell me you don't want to and we don't do anything," he said firmly. Dennis looked up at him, blue eyes shimmering in the warm light of the foyer.
"I want to," Dennis said. "I just don't really know what I'm doing. I act like it on camera but…"
"It's all an act?" Robby supplied. Dennis cracked a smile and nodded. "That's not a problem. I can show you."
"I trust you, Robby," Dennis said. "I want you to show me."
Robby captured his lips in a deep kiss before he could give his excitement away. He licked against Dennis' lower lip and swallowed the sound he made. He felt so soft, so small and fragile against him. He knew he wasn't, though.
"Shit, Dennis," he swore. "Bedroom. Now."
They tripped up the stairs together, giggling as Robby caught them. He let his hand linger on his back. His fingers slipped up beneath his scrub top that was, somehow, still on. If this were any other night Robby would have stripped him the second the door was shut behind them.
Dennis was different, though. Apart from the way he jumped him immediately. Robby wanted to respect him. Wanted to show him a good time. Wanted to help him learn that sex could feel good. That it wasn't just an avenue for money or something he had to do by himself to be safe.
"You're sure?" he asked. He'd tossed Dennis onto his back on his mattress, hands pausing just under the hem of his scrub top.
"I'm sure," Dennis nodded.
"Okay," Robby leaned down to peck his lips. "Arms up for me."
Dennis did as he told, bringing his arms above his head for Robby to pull his top off. He leaned back into the pillows and made a happy noise as he lifted his hips. Robby couldn't help but stare. Dennis was already hard and leaking and red. It was better than Robby had ever seen of him on his screen.
"Fucking Christ," he swore under his breath, letting his hands skate up his sides. He felt his smooth skin, the muscles twitching in response to his touch. "Look at you. What a pretty boy."
"Robby," Dennis whined. He reached out and wrapped his fingers around Robby's wrist. "Please."
"Please what, little boy?" Robby asked, looking at him through his eyelashes.
"Need you to fuck me…" his voice trailed off in a way that made Robby think he wanted to say something else. He took his chin in his hand and held him in place.
"Something you want to say?" he searched Dennis' face. His chees were a perfect pink. It was starting to spread down his neck to his chest. "Or… is there something you want to call me?"
"Need you to fuck me, daddy," he whispered. Robby felt his cock twitch. He let go of Dennis' face and kneeled up, stripping himself of the rest of his scrubs. The feeling of his skin against Dennis' was intoxicating. It was better than anything he ever thought could exist.
"Fuck," he growled, reaching for the lube. The movement made their dicks slide together. He hissed at the feeling of Dennis' precum cool against him. "I'm old, baby boy. You can't be too mean to me tonight."
Dennis didn't reply verbally. Instead he let his hand wander down his arm to his hand. He linked their fingers together and squeezed gently.
"Can I open you up?" he asked, their lips brushing together slightly.
"Yeah," Dennis nodded against the pillow. Robby popped the cap on the lube one-handed and squirted some onto his fingers. He attached his lips to Dennis' neck, biting and sucking- fully aware they would show over the neckline of his scrubs- and snaked his hand down between them.
Dennis made a squeaking noise into his mouth as Robby circled his hole. It was a noise he had heard countless times in his videos, but it sounded so much better in person Robby couldn't help but rut his hips down into the mattress. He nipped at Dennis' collarbones and pressed his middle finger in to the first knuckle.
Dennis was tighter than he anticipated. Perhaps foolishly he thought with all the videos he had done he would be… looser. Even though he knew that wasn't really how the human body worked, especially for someone as young and fit as Dennis. He sunk his teeth into Dennis' clavicle and pressed in with a second finger up to his second knuckle. He twisted his fingers and pressed upwards, finding the spongey spot inside him immediately.
"Fuck!" Dennis squealed. It wasn't a sound he had heard come from his iPhone speakers before. This one was different. It was genuine, not played up for the camera.
"That's it," Robby grunted. He pressed in further, scissoring his fingers slightly. He brought them back to press against his prostate quickly before almost pulling out entirely. "Gotta prep you right, little boy. Don't wanna hurt you."
"Please, daddy," Dennis whimpered. His eyes were closed, his head was pressed back against the pillows, his curls were starting to stick to his forehead. He was a vision. Robby wanted to get him painted like this, hang it up on his wall above his bed.
"Tell me what you need, baby," Robby said. He slipped his ring finger in alongside his middle and index fingers. He could feel Dennis' fluttering around him. He ground his hips down into the mattress again, physically unable to stay still.
"Need you to fuck me," Dennis was breathless.
"Look at me first," Robby demanded. Dennis whimpered but did as he was told. His pupils were blown wide, his lips parted. He look completely ruined. "Fuck," Robby swore. He pulled his fingers out and shifted to his knees again. He reached for the lube and a condom.
"Can I?" Dennis asked, stopping him with a hand on his wrist. Robby hesitated but nodded and passed the foil wrapper to him. Dennis pushed himself to sit up and tore it open with his teeth. One hand landed on Robby's hip, his cold fingers making him shiver. "You're so big," Dennis muttered almost to himself.
"Fuck," Robby swore. Dennis looked up at him through his eyelashes. He smiled sweetly, an innocent contrast to the lewd feeling of him rolling the condom on. Robby had to fight the urge to fuck into his hand.
"How do you want me, daddy?" he asked. He sounded so damn innocent. If Robby was being entirely honest with himself he didn't give a shit. He wanted to fuck Dennis forwards and backwards and sideways. Or upside down. He wasn't picky. But he had spent so many months watching his body's reaction to an orgasm. He wanted to see his face.
"On your back," he replied finally.
"A romatic?" Dennis teased. He laid back down and wiggled into the pillows.
"I just want to see that pretty face of yours as you fall apart on me, baby boy."
Robby hooked his hands beneath Dennis' knees and tugged him down towards him. He giggled as he allowed himself to be moved against the sheets. Robby leaned down over him, guiding himself into Dennis' hole.
He fucked in slow, taking his time. Dennis was tight around him. Tight and warm and Robby could hear his own heartbeat hammering in his ears. "Oh, fuck," he grunted, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Robby," Dennis whispered in his ear as he circled his arms around his neck. "You feel so fucking good. Holy shit."
"You're- fuck- the one that feels good," Robby moaned. He stilled, halfway inside him, and leaned down to kiss his neck. He sucked over one of the marks he'd already left. Robby could feel his hips start to shake. "Please," his voice broke. "Please I need to fuck you. I need it."
"Go on, daddy," Dennis said, threading his fingers through Robby's hair. "Take what you need from me."
Robby grunted and closed his eyes. He pressed all the way in, only allowing himself a moment to process before pulling back out only halfway. It felt like Dennis was sucking him back in.
All the times he had watched Dennis' videos the only thing he thought about was how he would feel beneath him. And now that he had it he never wanted to give it up. He fucked in harder, moving his grip to Dennis' hip.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he swore under him. Robby forced his eyes to focus. Dennis' cheeks were bright red, his eyes were closed. His brow was furrowed and his mouth was open. Robby shifted to his elbow and slid his index and middle fingers past his lips. Dennis made a choked off noise and wrapped his lips around his fingers.
"There you go, baby boy," Robby whispered. He fucked in harder, snapping his hips, chasing his own pleasure. The sound of skin against skin and Robby's heavy breathing filled the room.
It almost felt like a dream. Like if Robby stared too hard or let himself think this would all go away. But the feeling of Dennis clenching around him made his head fuzzy. He wanted to stay right here for the rest of his life, in the heat of Dennis.
He rolled his hips again before shifting. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth, making Dennis whine, and pressed his legs up towards his chest.
"Shit," Dennis pressed his head back into the pillows. "Right there. Fuck, right there. Yes. Feels- feels so fucking good."
Robby grunted in response. He braced his hands on Dennis' knees and fucked into him harder, the noises coming from him spurring him on. He was chasing his own pleasure, he knew he was. But Dennis didn't seem to mind all that much. He was panting and whining and writhing beneath him. Robby pressed down a little more on his knees, holding him in place.
"Take it," he grunted. "Come on. Give me what I want. Cum on my cock for me."
"Daddy!" Dennis called. He spilled between them, his cum landing on his stomach. Robby reached down and gathered some on his thumb. He moaned as he licked it off.
"You taste so fuckin' good, baby boy," he praised throug gritted teeth.
His orgasm was still taunting him, staying just out of reach. "Fuck," he swore, pulling out. Dennis was easy to move, still boneless from his own climax, as Robby flipped him onto his stomach. He gripped his hips and pulled his ass up to meet his hips. He guided himself back in and folded himself over Dennis' back.
"Fuck," he swore. "Fuck, baby boy. Dennis."
"Use me, daddy," Dennis told him. "Please. Make yourself feel good."
"Gonna be the fuckin' death of me, kid," he moaned. He was pulling almost all the way out and fucking back in. He was getting closer and closer but it wasn't enough.
"Go on," Dennis coaxed breathlessly. "You can do it. I know you can. You treated me so right, giving me money to make you feel good. I can take it. I know you've wanted this. Fuck me. Fuck me, daddy. You can do it."
Robby squeezed his eyes shut. It was getting harder to breathe, his chest constricting with arousal. Dennis reached for his hand and squeezed gently.
"Cum for me," he said quietly.
Robby bit hard into Dennis' shoulder as his orgasm hit him. Pleasure pulsed through his body. He was nowhere near inexperienced. He had been fucking for, at minimum, fifteen years longer than Dennis had been alive. And this was the hardest he had ever cum.
He pulled out, collapsing on the mattress beside him. He stared at the ceiling as he tried to force air back into his lungs. Beside him Dennis shifted to lay on his side, propping himself up on his elbow. He let his fingers run accross Robby's chest, through the sweat-slick hair.
"You doin' okay?" he asked, flattening his palm over Robby's heart.
"Fuck," Robby swore, laughing lightly. He forced his eyes open and turned to look at Dennis. He grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles. "It was… okay? For you?"
"Yeah," Dennis nodded, smiling softly. In the heat of things Robby had forgotten it was his first real time.
"I'm sorry if I was too rough," Robby apologized. He stared at their fingers, almost too afraid to look him in the eye.
"You weren't," Dennis told him. He placed two fingers under Robby's chin and tilted his head up. "I promise. It was… fuck. It was amazing, Robby."
"You're recovering better than I am," Robby said.
Dennis smiled and leaned down to kiss his forehead, "I'm a porn star, remember?"
In his haze Robby had almost forgotten. Almost.
"It was better than your videos," Robby whispered. If he was in his right mind, and not completely blissed out, he probably wouldn't have said that. But it was the only thing he could think of in the moment.
"Stay here," Dennis chuckled. He squeezed his hand before getting up and padding to the bathroom.
"That's usually my job," Robby called after him.
"You're in no condition to be standing," Dennis replied from the bathroom. Robby groaned and threw an arm over his eyes.
"I'm old," he groaned to himself.
"A little," Dennis replied, dropping a kiss to his elbow. Robby moved his arm to see him settled on the mattress beside him and methodically wipe the cum off his stomach and hip. He looked up and smiled at him. "But I find that hot."
Robby looked at him incredulously. Dennis tossed the damp wash cloth he had brought out from the bathroom into his hamper. "What?" he asked. "Is it that impossible to think I would find you attractive? If you haven't noticed, Dr. Robby, I've been making eyes at you across the ER for months."
"I'm a little oblivious," Robby admitted. He felt his cheeks go hot.
"That's okay," Dennis pecked his cheek. "I find that hot too."