Chapter Text
Dr daddy 👅
13/xx/xxxx
[Denny❤️]
u up?
23:53
[Dr daddy 👅]
I believe it's 'are you up?'
23:55
[Denny❤️]
ok old man
23:55
well ur up anyways so
23:56
[Dr daddy 👅]
Are you drunk, sweetheart?
23:59
14/xx/xxxx
[Dr daddy 👅]
You missed a call, but the caller didn't
leave a message.
00:34
Call me when you can, okay?
Love you.
00:42
[Denny❤️]
u love meeeee
01:05
never thot id hear it from smne
01:07
[Dr daddy 👅]
Of course I love you, sweetheart.
You mean everything to me.
01:15
[Denny❤️]
smne tried hitting on me daddy ):
01:47
[Dr daddy 👅]
Do you want me to come pick you up, baby?
You know I'll do it if you want me to.
01:49
[Denny❤️]
yeeesssssszzzz
01:50
waitt trin wold kil me f i bailes rn
nvm daddy ):
01:52
[Dr daddy 👅]
Tell me where you are, baby. I'm coming to
pick you up. If Dr. Santos has any qualms
against it, redirect her to me. I will deal
with anything she has to say.
01:54
[Denny❤️]
okey (:
01:54
[Location Shared]
thank uuu daddy
01:56
[Dr daddy 👅]
Anything for my baby.
01:56
After Dennis sent his location, it was only a matter of time before Robby arrived. Of course, none of the girls know about their less-than-appropriate relationship, so he picked a random guy at the bar to point at and went up to Trinity on the dance floor.
She's grinding on another woman.
"I'm leaving!" He yells over the music.
She frowns at him, not stopping her grinding. "What!? Why!?"
Dennis vaguely gestures towards the bar. "Hookup!"
Then she's grinning, waving him off and wishing he has a good time.
He stumbles out of the bar into the cool night air, breathing in for four, and then out for eight. He doesn't know how long he waits for Robby, but at some point he's too dizzy to keep standing so he gets on the pavement, sitting cross-legged. It's uncomfortable and the concrete digs into his backside, but he somehow manages to find himself almost falling asleep.
He's being dragged up suddenly, and it startles him. He flails a bit, rounding up to punch the culprit.
"Hey— Hey, shh, it's me, Dennis."
He immediately relaxes and melts into Robby's hold. "Hi daddy."
Robby presses his lips against the shell of Dennis' ear. "Not in public, baby."
"Okay."
Dennis lets himself get dragged (it's not really dragging, but assisted moving) by Robby. They get to his car, Robby letting Dennis lean on the car of the passenger side as he fumbles for keys and tries to unlock the car.
Dennis blinks up at the dark, starless night. "I miss the stars," he says.
Robby nods, listening while he silently curses, still fighting for his keys in his pocket. "Living in the middle of nowhere on a farm, I bet the view was great."
Dennis nods. "It really was." He swallows down a gag as he moves his head too fast to look back down at the ground. "'S funny…" He plays with the hem of his shirt, rolling it between his fingers. "'Cause I thought I'd spend my life there as a… pastor… and that… I'd be able to look at the stars whenever I wanted. But…" Thinking about the memory forces a sudden laugh out of him, startling Robby ever so slightly that he looks at Dennis alarmingly. "Life had different plans!"
Robby finally gets the car unlocked, and gently squeezes his hand. "I know, baby. Glad you've ended up here, though."
Dennis clambers into the car after Robby opens the door for him. Robby leaves his hand on Dennis' thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles as he complains of feeling sick.
He throws up in Robby's lawn as soon as he gets out, groaning and clutching his stomach. Robby shushes him softly, rubbing his back soothingly, gently coaxing him inside.
"Oh, baby… you're okay… c'mon, let's get you inside."
Dennis starts crying, hiding himself behind his hands. "I'm sorry, daddy… 'm sorry…" he babbles.
"You don't have anything to be sorry for, Den. It's only throw up, and you and I know both we've both seen so much worse. Now c'mon— I'll clean you up inside."
Dennis just nodded and groaned through sobs, following Robby into his house and into the bathroom.
Dennis just pouts up at Robby. "I don't wanna shower."
"Just a quick one, baby. I promise. Just to get you nice and cleaned up, then we can cuddle in bed, okay?"
He pulls a face that looks like a pouty grimace, but he nods, and lets Robby take care of him; slipping off his clothes and chucking them in the clothes hamper to wash later, then bringing him into the shower to clean him up.
In the end, when he's laid, nuzzling into Robby's chest, in clean sheets and one of Robby's hoodies, Dennis is thankful. He sighs, squeaking contently.
"Thank you daddy…" he mumbles into Robby's chest.
This earns him a soft chuckles as Robby's beard scratches the top of his head. "Of course, baby. You get some rest now."
When he wakes up just after noon, Robby is gone from bed. His head pounds, and not a moment later, Robby pushes open the door with a tray of food, water, and what looks to be painkillers. He takes it thankfully, and Robby presses a soft kiss into his forehead.
Dr daddy 👅
[Denny❤️]
thanks for dropping me home
14:12
[Dr daddy 👅]
Of course. I hope Dr. Santos isn't too mad at
you for leaving her.
14:19
[Denny❤️]
no, she's not
she ended up bringing a hookup home and
apparently they were quite loud, so I guess
it was for the better I ditched her
14:28
[Dr daddy 👅]
Good to hear she's not too mad at you then.
14:31
I'm sure if you wanted to get back at her for
being too loud with her hookups, we can
arrange something for the two of us do,
sweetheart.
14:33
[Denny❤️]
OMG
I think I'm okay thank you Robby
14:33
[Dr daddy 👅]
Okay. The offer is there if you ever change
your mind, baby.
14:34
[Denny❤️]
I think I would just like to keep what we do
with each other in private, away from
prying ears
14:37
[Dr daddy 👅]
Of course. That's fine with me.
Would you like to come over tomorrow
after work?
14:41
[Denny❤️]
I have tomorrow off
I can meet you at yours
14:44
[Dr daddy 👅]
You have my spare key.
14:45
[Denny❤️]
see you tomorrow daddy
14:45
[Dr daddy 👅]
Can't wait, baby.
14:46
Dennis uses his spare key to get inside. He's been inside Robby's house without him plenty of times before, and honestly, at this point he might as well live there.
He goes into the bedroom and changes. He takes off his shirt, jacket, and pants, then slips into one of Robby's jackets that practically drape off of him, sliding down a shoulder. Then he snaps a few pictures in the mirror.
Dr daddy 👅
15/xx/xxxx
[Denny❤️]
[2 Attachments]
hope you enjoy these, daddy (;
10:23
[Dr daddy 👅]
Fuck, baby.
Eager, aren't you?
11:01
[Denny❤️]
hoping I can convince you to come home early
11:01
[Dr daddy 👅]
As much as I would love to, you know how
much I'm needed here.
11:30
[Denny❤️]
I know. such a shame
11:33
[Dr daddy 👅]
I'll make sure to get home as soon as I can.
I promise you that, baby.
12:13
Dennis lays on the bed, cheek resting on his fist as he tries to focus on the TV. His eyes involuntary close, and his cheek slips from fist, landing against the plush pillow.
A door opens and light switch flicks. Dennis blinks himself awake, drool dried and caked onto his cheek. The credits of whatever movie he was watching flash foreign names. He sits up, rubbing his eyes as they adjust to the dark.
"Robby?"
Movement stops. "Sorry, didn't mean to wake you, baby. Go back to sleep."
Dennis shrugs, sliding off the bed and trusting himself enough to find his way to Robby without stumbling over anything. He ignores the pain of hunger eating at him. He wraps his arms around Robby's neck, standing on his tip-toes to press a careful kiss at the corner of his mouth. "I don't even know what the time is."
Robby sighs, tangling his fingers in Dennis' hair. "Just past eleven."
Dennis hums, closing his eyes. "Makes sense why I'm hungry. I ordered us Thai."
"You always seem to know what I want." Robby smiles sadly against Dennis' hair before slipping away.
"You want to talk about what happened over food?"
Robby sighs, dropping his head into his hands. "It was so much." Dennis brings him into the kitchen as he keeps talking. "We were relatively fine, and I was just about to clock out when we get a call for a thirty car pile up with several casualties and even more severe injuries. I couldn't just leave."
Dennis just nodded as he heated up the food, listening as Robby went into explicit detail about the varying degrees of injuries, and the casualties, and the crying families. Robby ate slowly as he recounted how a young woman who was nine months pregnant and already on the way to the hospital to have induced labor was decapitated from a falling log off the back of a truck, which just proceeded to snowball the whole thing, and the fact they were in a tunnel just made it so much worse.
"Shit, Robby. That's—" Dennis shakes his head in disbelief. "I'm so sorry. I wish I was there to help."
"It's fine. I just want to go to bed now."
Dennis nods. "I'll clean up after dinner, and I'll join you soon."
Robby nods tiredly, rubbing his face, as if to clean the day and all the horrors he saw away. He leaves the dining room for the bedroom. As promised, Dennis cleans up and it takes no more than ten minutes. He soon joins Robby in the bedroom.
His body shakes silently with sobs, and Dennis shushes him gently, running his hand over Robby's arm soothingly. It's rare that Robby's the little spoon, tucking his head under Dennis' chin, but in cases like this after a long, hard shift, he needs it. They fall asleep in each other's arms.
***
Dennis moves hurriedly, weaving through doctors and nurses. He waves down Dana.
"Do you know where Robby is?"
She presses her lips together. "South seven, I think."
He nods, thanking her before speed walking to south seven. He's just leaving the room, rubbing in some sanitizer. "Robby!"
Robby whips his head in the direction of Dennis, meeting each other in the middle as they move towards each other. "Yeah? What's up, Dr. Whitaker?"
"I have a patient who keeps changing his story. He came in for chest pain, then changed his story to a headache, then stomach pain, and now he's back to doubling down on chest pain."
Robby nods along as Dennis talks. "Have you asked him if—"
"Whenever I ask him about the headache or stomach pain, he acts confused and claims he never said anything."
"Call psych down."
"Okay. Thank you daddy." The next sound he makes is a punched out wheeze as Robby looks down and smiles, more than likely trying to and successfully stifling a laugh. Dennis doesn't whip his head around to see if anyone heard it, lest he wants to make it more obvious. He does see Trinity doing her charts who seemingly has had no reaction, so the good news is, she probably didn't hear. "Sorry," he breathes out with no air in his lungs.
Robby pats his shoulder as he walks past him, which makes it so much worse.
He desperately hopes none of the nurses heard.
***
"You need to get your daddy issues sorted, huckleberry."
Dennis blinks at Trinity as she slides down into the car. "What?"
She gives him a grin, which he does not like. "Okay. Thank you Daddy," she mocks with a snicker as Dennis feels his entire body heat up from embarrassment. She grips the steering wheel as she starts up the engine. "I seriously can't believe I heard that."
"Oh, so you did hear that," he wheezes out, sinking into the seat.
"You bet your fucking huckleberry ass I did." She pulls out of the parking lot, focusing on the road. "Better watch out and hope he doesn't file a report on you."
He wouldn't but the thought makes Dennis shudder. "Can we please not talk about this?"
The grin on Trinity's face says everything he needs to know. "Absolutely not. Can we take a moment to talk about the guy you went home with the other night? D'you call him daddy?"
"Oh my god," he chokes out, further sinking into the seat.
"C'mon. Work with me here, huckleberry. Was he daddy?"
"Stop talking," he whimpers in defeat.
She just laughs the entire way home, cackling like a maniac, mocking and mimicking Dennis.
Finally, home and gone is the wrath of Trinity. He knows she'll be back. Oh she will be at some point, but for now, he can rest easy, laying on his stomach with his phone in hand as it buzzes.
Dr daddy 👅
16/xx/xxxx
[Dr daddy 👅]
Did you get home alright?
22:46
[Denny❤️]
Yeah. It was fine
22:50
[Dr daddy 👅]
What's wrong, sweetheart?
22:50
[Denny❤️]
I'm really sorry about the slip up today.
I'll make sure it doesn't happen again
22:52
[Dr daddy 👅]
Oh, baby. That's okay. Things happen.
22:52
[Denny❤️]
Trinity heard it
She heard the slip up
22:55
[Dr daddy 👅]
Did she say anything about it?
22:56
[Denny❤️]
Well considering she doesn't know the full
extent of our relationship and thinks it's
strictly professional, she thought it was the
funniest thing she ever heard and was
laughing about it on the car ride home
and she said I need to get my daddy
issues sorted
23:01
[Dr daddy 👅]
Well if your daddy issues keep having you
call me daddy, then I'm not complaining.
23:03
[Denny❤️]
ROBBY
don't encourage it
23:03
[Dr daddy 👅]
I'm not apologising for it, sweetheart.
23:04
You can tell Dr. Santos about the nature of
our relationship, if you wish.
23:05
[Denny❤️]
hell no
23:05
if I tell her, she's going to have even more
of a reason to make fun of me. I'm not
risking that
23:06
[Dr daddy 👅]
Dating me is a reason to make fun of you?
I'm hurt you think that.
23:06
[Denny❤️]
NO
god no
not like that
23:06
Trinity would find things to make fun of
me for
She'd probably say some bullshit like how
it makes sense and then laugh some more
23:07
[Dr daddy 👅]
Because of your daddy issues?
23:07
[Denny❤️]
SUPPOSED daddy issues
Trin doesn't know what she's talking about
23:08
[Dr daddy 👅]
Okay, baby. Well, you should get some sleep.
I will see you tomorrow. Love you.
23:08
[Denny❤️]
love you too daddy. Goodnight
23:09
17/xx/xxxx
[Denny❤️]
you up?
00:28
[Dr daddy 👅]
I am. What's wrong, baby?
00:36
[Denny❤️]
i am. really fucking horny
00:36
[Dr daddy 👅]
Oh, I don't doubt that, sweetheart.
You want to touch yourself?
00:37
[Denny❤️]
god yes pls daddy
00:37
im touching myslelf rn to you
00:38
[Dr daddy 👅]
I never said you could.
00:38
[Denny❤️]
thats just mean daddy
00:38
[Dr daddy 👅]
You will wait for tomorrow night like a
good boy when I take you back to mine,
and I can touch you myself, okay?
00:39
[Denny❤️]
mean
fine
00:39
Surprisingly their shift was fine and they were actually able to leave only half an hour after their shift ended. A new record.
Trinity of course, still needs to catch up on her charting, and Dennis said to her that he's fine to find his own way home, but also he has plans with someone and probably won't be back until tomorrow (and she accepted the excuse with a tired expression to get back to her charting).
The ride there contains no touching, and in all honesty, it's killing Dennis. Usually, Robby would have his hand rested on Dennis' thigh, but this time around, no such thing is occurring.
Robby doesn't even kiss him when they go inside. He doesn't really react when Dennis snuggles against him while watching a movie. He barely spares him glance when he offers him a bite of his food.
He's done something wrong.
As he lays next to Robby, facing away from him, he recounts the days events for anything he could've done wrong. Nothing explicitly stands out to garner this kind of reaction from Robby.
He sniffles quietly, trying to will back tears. Robby must hear it, because not a moment later, he's listening to the book he was reading being dropped on the bedside table. A hand lands on his shoulder and runs down his arm.
He just shrugs him off, sniffling and scrunching up his face. "What did I do wrong?" He whispers, barely loud enough for Robby to hear.
He feels Robby still next to him, then let out a small huff like he's the one in the wrong for asking. "I thought you knew better, baby," it's murmured against the shell of his ear, Robby's hand yet again, running up and down Dennis' arm.
"I would know if you told me."
Robby's hand comes down onto backside, earning a sharp hiss. "Brat." It's not said with malice. "Remember, I told you not to touch yourself?"
Dennis scoffs. "I know. And I didn't." He's not so much upset anymore— more so annoyed than anything. But he'd be lying if he didn't say he's getting kind of excited where this is going.
"No? You didn't? It wasn't your grunts of exertion I heard in the bathroom, then?" Robby grabs the meat of his ass, digging his nails into the skin.
Dennis feels his face heat up as he stumbles over his words because he knows it's true. "I— I um didn't know you heard that."
"You're lucky it was me and no one else. Now what do you have to say for yourself?"
Dennis flips himself around to be staring at Robby, shuddering at his intense gaze. "I'm sorry daddy."
Robby hums, half satisfied. "What are you going to do to make it up to me?"
He really likes where this is going. Dennis slips onto the floor onto his knees, sitting back on his heels. He wordlessly pats the spot in front of him, and the grin Robby gives him makes his stomach do back flips.
Robby follows his wordless instructions, placing his feet either side of him, humming contently and threading his fingers through his curls. "Good boy."
Robby's erection strains against his bottoms. Dennis rests his head against Robby's thigh, looking up at him through his lashes.
"Fuck— you're gorgeous like this, baby. Fit so perfectly between my legs."
Dennis wastes little time to mouth over the fabric, gliding his lips over the bulge, all while trying to keep some kind of eye contact with Robby. Robby gives a quiet hiss when Dennis wraps his lips over the head through the fabric.
Robby takes charge, slipping his pants and boxers down enough to let his dick spring out, pre-cum already beading at the tip. Dennis must look hungry for it, because Robby laughs, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck and guiding him back forward.
"Always so eager for me, baby."
Dennis nods sticking out his tongue as in invitation for Robby. It works, seeing as he sinks in slowly with a groan. He's careful to go too deep down his throat. His dick sits heavy on his tongue, salty pre-cum dripping into the back of his throat.
Dennis groans at the intrusion, in turn earning a shudder from Robby. He's given time to adjust, tears already starting to prick the corner of his eyes.
It's really not much time until Robby is moving his hips slowly. Dragging back, then forward— gently fucking Dennis' mouth. Robby's hand tightens around his curls as he breathes out, "good boy."
It's minutes of slow fucking, and Dennis is going to go insane from it. He takes some liberty and tilts his head down to get more of Robby down. It's really not long until Dennis is swallowing down Robby's cum, humming contently.
Robby pulls him back up for a kiss. Dennis moans into his mouth, rutting himself against Robby for friction. Robby holds his hips still, though, earning a whine.
"No, baby. You're still being punished."
Dennis pouts, knowing damn well he's not going to find time to get himself off. "Please, daddy?"
Robby huffs, rubbing a hand up his back. "I'll mark you up, and that's the most you'll get."
He takes the offer, because he can never deny being marked up by Robby. He's pushed back onto the bed, and Robby takes his place above him, kissing his jaw, down his neck, and pushing his shirt out of the way to access his collarbone. He sucks several marks into his skin where it won't be visible.
Robby pulls from the skin with a wet pop, admiring his handiwork at how riled up Dennis is, still squirming and wriggling beneath him. He ghosts his fingers over the marks, humming in satisfaction.
***
He can enjoy a nice night out— so long it doesn't include Trinity claiming in order to fix his daddy issues, he needs to be railed by one. The claim is outlandish, really.
Maybe he does have some kind of daddy issues that stem from the fact that his father beat him black and blue when he found out he was gay and also no longer desired the path of a pastor, then proceeded to kick him out with nothing but the clothes on his back and a small bag he packed in no less than five minutes.
But— that's barely daddy issues.
He's maybe four shots, and a cocktail deep when he messages Robby.
Dr daddy 👅
18/xx/xxxx
[Denny❤️]
trin dragged me to a gay bar os i can 'deal'
with my daddy issues bu being railed by one
23:01
[Dr daddy 👅]
Oh?
23:06
[Denny❤️]
ridiculus bc i already have a daddy
23:06
[Dr daddy 👅]
That you do, baby. You want me to come
pick you up?
23:07
[Denny❤️]
nnaaaaah we js got here lik.. half an hour ago
23:07
"Who the fuck is 'Dr Daddy' with a tongue emoji?"
Dennis almost shrieks, pulling his phone close to his chest to hide the screen. "No one!" His phone buzzes in his hand. He ignores it.
Trinity narrows her eyes at him. "Fuckleberry, I know you have the fattest crush on Robby, and I don't even say anything about it because he's our attending, but my god you're even more fucked than I thought. We're getting you more shots."
"What if I told you we're dating." It's spilling from his lips before he can have time to form a thought.
Trinity just gapes at him, eyes flicking from his face to his phone multiple times. She rests the back of her hand against her forehead, looking away in the distance. "My god," she whispers, and Dennis almost doesn't hear it. "It gets even worser." She looks back at him. "I think I'm gonna have to put you on involuntary psych hold."
He checks his phone for the notification.
Messages [Dr daddy] 👅23:08
You let me know if you change…
Then he starts to drag Trinity into a quiet part of the club, near the bathrooms. It's as quiet as they're going to get it.
He calls Robby, and of course, he answers after only one ring.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"Are we dating?" He asks hurriedly, and there's a brief silence on the other end as Trinity blinks at him.
"What? Dennis are you okay? Have you been roofied?"
"No! No, I just need you to—"
"Fuck, where are you? I'm coming to pick you up. If you've been roofied, I need to take you to the hospital."
"No! Robby, I haven't been—" Dennis groans as he hears the jingle of keys on the other line. "Daddy, please. I'm fine," he whines out.
Trinity shakes her head in disbelief. Movement stops on the other line. Then there's a quiet sigh. "I will go to every club to find you if you don't tell me where you are, baby. I need to make sure you're okay."
Trinity's eyebrows shoot up to her hairline as she gapes at the words. She mouths the words oh my god.
"I told— no, I just— I told Trin that we're dating and she doesn't believe me. I wanted you to confirm it for her."
Keys drop, and there's a stifled oh. "She's with you right now?"
"Yes."
"Dr. Santos, I hope you're well this evening."
She nods, sucking on her teeth. "Peachy," she chokes out.
"Well, I suppose to answer your question, Dennis, I can confirm we're dating. I hope you have a good rest of your evening."
He's hung up before Dennis can manage to choke out "yep, bye." Trinity takes a moment to lean against the wall, laughing and cackling like a hyena. "Told you," he says before rushing back out to have another drink or several.
Dr daddy 👅
19/xx/xxxx
[Denny❤️]
daddy pls com pick me up
01:09
idk were trin is n i tnk i been drggd
ps im scared
01:10
[Location Shared]
dady pls
i needyo u
01:11
[Dr daddy 👅]
You missed a call, but the caller didn't
leave a message.
You missed a call, but the caller didn't
leave a message.
01:46
You missed a call, but the caller didn't
leave a message.
You missed a call, but the caller didn't
leave a message.
01:47
You missed a call, but the caller didn't
leave a message.
You missed a call, but the caller didn't
leave a message.
01:48
You missed a call, but the caller didn't
leave a message.
01:49
You missed a call, but the caller didn't
leave a message.
01:52