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„Dennis.“
„hmm?“
„Dennis!“ , „what.“
„Whitaker!“
Dennis‘ head whips up from where he was drooling on the break room table, startled by his boyfriend’s deep growl. The cold wood against his head acting as a preventive measure against his oncoming migraine.
Dr. Robby is leaning against the closed door - standing between Dennis and the chaos of the ED outside, if he tries really hard, Dennis thinks he’ll hear the beeping sounds of the machines and the rolling rattle from gurneys.
“Go home.” Robby says with a stern look on his face. The man has been begging the younger to stop being stubborn and go home but he insists to wait for him.
“I don’t wanna be home alone.” Dennis whines, leaning his head against his hands - putting on the best pair of pouty lips and sad-farm boy-eyes he can manage.
Robby observes the man sitting and focuses on the tired eyes, the dark circles underneath - his pink lips, bitten from hours of being deep in thought during charting, trying his best to remember every detail of every interaction he had with his patients.
“Daddy, please.” Dennis tries again and finally the older man relents, walks closer to the man and pats the boy’s cheek with his palm.
Dennis leans in and nuzzles the hand like a kitten, surely he would start purring if he was a little cat.
“-but you’re so tired, baby.” Robby says in a hushed tone, never forgetting where he was, thinking of the gossipy ears outside waiting for every little thing they could start whispering about.
Dennis feels himself melt into the uncomfortable chair, shoulders slumped and breath evening out.
All he wants to do is cuddle with his beefy boyfriend all day, finally after a relentless 3 day streak he had a day off but of course he was up the second he felt the warmth in his bed, his personal furnace creeping out of the man’s embrace, walking to the bathroom and getting ready for his shift.
How dare he.
Dennis has been grumpy ever since - so he did the next best thing. While Robby was making his coffee, Dennis slipped on his Uggs and threw himself in his man’s car, curling up in the passenger seat.
By the time Robby made it into the car, he’ll be so late and rushing like every morning, he won’t have the time to argue with the little minx.
That’s exactly what happened, yes Robby couldn’t fight it - but that’s not to say he didn’t have a lit to say.
“Aren’t you tired, baby-“
Dennis shook his head stubbornly - “I’ll sleep in the break room.”
Robby looked at him as if his eyes were rolling out of his head.
He couldn’t, for the love of god, think of anyone, ever, leaving a very nice, very comfortable bed on his free day to what? Spend it in the break room of an Emergency Department waiting for him?
Even though it made Robby’s belly flutter with something, some would describe as butterflies - he had tried to talk him out of it - so when they walked in together, Dennis looking like a scolded child behind Robby’s big frame - Robby just shook his head at Dana who was throwing questioning looks his way.
Eyes were on the clueless little boy trailing after his boyfriend.
“One hour left, baby, I’ll come wake you when I’m ready, ‘kay?”
Robby says and places a quick peck on Dennis’ hair before leaving, shutting the light and door after him.
Dennis slumps back into the chair, his heart fluttering with feelings too big for him. Fuck he loves this man.
Ever since his first day the two were just magnetically hovering around each other. The touches exchanged and tension between them became unbearable after the first week.
Now that Dennis’ matched right here and he was no longer under Robby’s control, they left their first shift together and couldn’t even make it to the car before Robby was pushed against his own car, a pair of lips mashed against his own.
Now, here they are, 2 months in and going steady. Even though Dennis had a hard time at first, knowing he was keeping a big secret from his lover - being trans. Whitaker had top surgery years ago and knew who he was from a very young age - he was never ashamed of it. Yet breaking it to your boyfriend on your first night together was nerve wrecking.
Yet, Robby kissed away any doubts the younger man could have.
Another thing, Dennis was very apprehensive talking to Robby about was Jack.
He had asked Robby after their first month together, if him and Jack were ever a thing. No way two people could have known each other for so long and can be so close to one another without having had anything in the past.
Jack would be found lounging in Robby’s living room (uninvited) leaning back on his recliner or cooking his signature dishes in the kitchen (which was very much appreciated, thank you).
It was hard for the young man to look away when Jack was stretching his arms out, iPad left forgotten on his lap - his shirt rising and showing off a sliver of his skin.
Dennis had felt so ashamed, like a victorian-era-child gasping at the thought of a woman’s bare ankles, even though he was cuffed to a bear of a man, twice his age yet railing him into their mattress every night without hesitation. Robby didn’t deny it though - he just never explicitly said they did.
It came to a point though.
One night after their usual shift, Robby was gut-deep inside the younger man when they heard a door creak downstairs, undoubtedly the front door opening.
“Brother!” they heard growling from downstairs, Jack. Fucking hell, next time they should put a fucking sock on the door knob.
Dennis had clenched his eyes shut, ignoring the heat rising even further in his groin at the sound of the man’s voice.
Robby had looked surprised at his boyfriend’s reaction, a sly grin making its way on his face.
“Fuck, I forgot he was gonna come over today for my bike.”
Dennis whined, wanting to sink into the floor, just let himself be swallowed by his shadows.
Jack and Robby had been working on his bike in the garage and god, Dennis could spend hours watching the two sweaty men working on the motorcycle.
The two men listened carefully for any sounds outside and they both froze when they heard slow steps walking up the stairs.
Dennis’ eyes widen and his mouth opened to whisper to Robby to fucking pull out already when he saw the look in the older man’s eyes. Fuck he’s enjoying tormenting him so much he should blue ball him next time he tries something.
Dennis’ tried, fuck he tried so hard to stay quiet but he could feel Robby slowly thrusting his hips, grinding his erection into Dennis as deep as it could go until it reached that one spot-
“Daddy!” Dennis whispers harshly, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. “What, baby? You wanna tell Daddy about your little crush?”
Robby smirks, his hips speeding up for a bit before Whitaker’s world was rocked and all of a sudden he was on his side, Robby behind him (still dragging his cock into his wetness) when a blanket was thrown over them and the door opened.
“Mike?” Dennis heard muffled, his face hidden under the blanket, the heat making Robby’s dick in him feel like molten lava, his ass flush against the man’s pelvis.
“urgh, Jack?” Robby said, obviously acting as if the latter had just woken him up.
Robby shifted, his hips moving with him and Dennis had to summon all strength in him to actually stay quiet, a whine stuck in his throat almost suffocating him.
Fuck, he needs to cum so bad and Robby won’t fucking stop and he hopes, prays that Jack doesn’t see the shifting under the blanket.
“Fuck, sorry, I should have called you but I thought you’d already be busy in the garage?”
He could hear Jack leaning against the door, the creaking of their floorboards under him.
Dennis could play this game too, he thought.
He ground his hips back into the man behind him as best as he could with the limited space provided. He smirked, pleased, when he felt the man’s hand on his hip tighten up.
“Sorry, give me a sec, I’ll be right out - go wait in the garage.” he heard him say.
Yes, fuck, thank god.
The second Dennis heard the door close he lifted the blanket off of him, fuck it was getting stuffy under there.
Dennis immediately got up, shifting their position so he was riding the man underneath him. The older man’s hand immediately coming up to grabs his ass with both hands.
With a glance at the man’s playful smirk and triumphant expression- Dennis knew he couldn’t let him win.
“Fuck you for doing that.” Dennis had uttered before lifting his hips, hands on the man’s pecs and smashing down onto his cock. Robby’s face morphed, eyebrows shooting up and his lips parting with a deep moan leaving them.
Dennis kept the relentless pace up, grinding his pussy down into the man’s pelvis - his clit rubbing against Robby’s pelvis with his bush heightening the pleasure he was feeling.
Whitaker saw his chance, bringing his hands down to play with his small pecs, fingers finding his nipples and twisting them.
Dennis threw his head back and came with a pornographic moan - he knew exactly what he looked like right now.
He kept grinding his hips down until he came off his high and knew from the twitches in the man’s cock inside of him that he was close. Robby’s temples were wet with sweat and his hands tightened on Dennis’s ass.
The younger man looked down at his lover’s face and lifted his hips, just like before but this time he lifted himself off completely, swaying his hips dirty on his way to the bathroom. Pre-cum and Dennis’ fluids running down his thigh.
“Baby?” he heard from behind and could imagine the man’s face right now - he had to hide his giggle behind his fist. Dennis finished his business and came back into the room seeing his man still on the bed with a perplexed look on his face his hands seemingly confused not knowing what to do with them.
“I-w-what?” he said with a pout on his face. Dennis leaned down close to his face and saw the man’s face relax again thinking he’s going in for a kiss.
Whitaker just leaned over the bed, his tits right in the man’s face and peeled his shorts off the side of the bed before putting them on.
He looked down and saw Robby’s erection almost purple at the tip and just started getting dressed.
On his way downstairs he swayed his hips again
“you better not jerk off, old man, your friend is waiting for you.”
That’ll make him think twice next time he wants to pull another move like that.
So to say, Dennis just ignores Jack as best as he possibly can and hopes to god something like that doesn’t happen or he will jump Abbot’s bones in front of his boyfriend just to piss him off.
“Dennis?” he heard a deep voice say.
Fuck why was he being bothered when he’s not even on shift right now.
“hmm.” half asleep still, his bones heavy and his mind floating somewhere in dreamland, Dennis kept his head on the table, thinking Robby’s coming in to check on him. Steps came closer and a hand was playing with his hair, scratching his head delightfully.
“hmm, Daddy.” he mumbled softly, sighing - the man knew how to get him soft and pliant in an instance.
He felt the hand freeze for a second and before he could whine about it he heard a deep chuckle and the hand continued playing with his blonde curls again.
The hand wandered from his hair to his nape, massaging it delicately making the man underneath almost moan in pleasure.
He knew Robby was good with his hand but fuck. He had to rub his thighs together feeling the wetness between his legs.
The moment was cut short when he heard a phone ring -
his head was cleared in an instant, any lingering sensation of sleep gone
that was not his boyfriends ringtone.
His body froze, the hand on his nape left in a second and he heard the door shut softly. The man was gone. His head whipped up, his eyes adjusting to the light quickly but he was a still disoriented and definitely couldn’t see who had just walked out.
Fuck Fuck Fuck
Was that Abbot? It had to be? Right??
Dennis felt his heartbeat up in his throat and he had a hard time breathing. Tears welled up in his eyes - okay, don’t panic, it’s fine, he’ll just have to tell Robby about it. He knew he had to at some point.
Did he just cheat on his man?
He couldn’t stop the sob escaping him. He knew he was most likely overreacting but this was his first real relationship with someone he really liked, he wakes up grateful everyday next to his man and went to work together and then has dinner with him and everything was so nice - he didn’t want anything taking this away from him.
Before he could continue to overthink this, the door creaked open, revealing a very tired and cranky looking Robby.
The second he saw his boyfriend sitting there, tears in his eyes and his face flushed red, he immediately closed the door and rushed to his side.
“Daddy!” he heard the boy sob before jumping up into his arms.
“hey, baby, shhh, what’s wrong pup?” Robby said softly, patting the younger man’s back, waiting for him to calm down.
After a minute or two he felt the boy relax in his arms again and lifted his head off of him to take a look.
“I wanna go home.” he said quietly and Robby just nodded.
In, what felt like, a blink they were outside sitting awkwardly in the car, Robby probably waiting for Dennis to maybe explain whatever happened before - but the boy just couldn’t get it out.
How the fuck would you even explain this.
After a while, noticing the younger man wouldn’t talk, he thought surely he’ll drive off - but that didn’t happen.
“Daddy, why are we still here?” Dennis whined just wanting to hide in bed all night after the day he had.
“I’m just waiting for-“ Robby had started but got interrupted by the back door of the car opening.
“Let’s go, party
-people.” Dennis’ body froze in horror. Fuck, why was he here.
“Jack is sleeping over?” Robby started saying, putting on an apologetic face when his boyfriend’s face turned to him in shock.
“Sorry, my place got flooded this morning and maintenance is working on it ‘till Monday.”
Fuckinghellfuckingshitihatemyfuckinglife.
It was Wednesday. Dennis counted the days in his head until his migraine threatened to come back.
It’ll be fine, he tells himself. Just peachy.
The second they arrived at their house, Dennis stomped up the stairs not caring hiding his distain - throwing himself into bed with his clothes still on.
He laid there for a second before thrashing his legs and arms around in the bed. Frustrated.
Why would Robby not tell him? Why not ask him if he’s okay with it?
Dennis knows that again, he’s overreacting and his boyfriend was probably too busy and forgot to tell him. What was he supposed to say anyway, sorry my boyfriend is moody and doesn’t like strange men he finds really hot to stay over?
Dennis groans against the pillow and hopes both men downstairs choke on their beer or something.
On top of all of that, he was horny.
He’s gonna make them pay. Both of them.
Gears turn in Dennis’ head and soon - a plan is made. They have the next three days off - all of them.
Dennis opens the door to the bedroom softly and tries to listen to the conversation downstairs. Both men are sitting down in the living room couch, some kind of sports game is on and they both have their bottles on the table in front of them.
Dennis just needs some kind of confirmation before he can actually start.
“shouldn’t you go check on the missus, seemed pretty upset to me.” he hears Abbot say.
“don’t call him that - he’d hate it. It’s fine, I need to give him some space, I think something happened at work today.” Robby murmurs, sounding like he’s deep in thought.
“Look, uhm I think-“ Abbot start to say -
“Either way, don’t fucking forget how you cockblocked me the last time you were here, that seems like a good reason to be upset, brother.”
Dennis’ face turns red and he puts his hand over his mouth to shut up and listen to the rest of the conversation - which went exactly where he wanted it to go.
“Fuck, how should I have known he’d be under your fucking blanket stuck to your stupid dick.”
He hears Robby chuckle,
“You should have seen his face when we heard you opening the door, he got so fucking red.” Robby says and Dennis’ doesn’t even have the shame to feel some type of way about his boyfriend airing out his dirty laundry - they both knew this was coming.
The unspoken truth about both wanting Jack to join them. None of them wanted to make a move but Dennis is finally up for the challenge.
“Yeah, I can imagine.” Abbot says and Dennis hopes he’s really imagining it right now.
“Should have seen him trying to get me off of him to hide from you but fuck am I wrong to say I really wanted you to come in and see.” Robby says and Dennis’ heart clenches at his ashamed tone.
He knows Robby has been thinking about this for a long time probably feeling guilty about it. Dennis should have said something back then.
“You know as well as I do, he would have had a heart attack, we said we’d take it slow.”
Fuck they’ve talked about this? About him?
“Need to see you on his cock brother, he would have spread his legs for you, had you come in.”
Robby says, fuck he knows him too well.
“Let’s talk to him sometime, hmm, we’ll let him take the reins, however he wants it, he’ll get it.”
Dennis’ knew he needed that reassurance, he’s gonna fucking love this.
They go back to the game and Dennis leaves the hallway to get into his room, leaving his clothes scattered on the floor not bothering to close the door behind him.
He flops down on the bed and spreads his legs wide on it. The conversation downstairs had already gotten him wet so he slips two fingers inside playing with his nipple with his other hand. His thumb plays with his enlarged clit and he starts moaning loud. Very loud.
So loud in fact, the men downstairs wouldn’t be able to ignore it.
“hmmm, Daddy!” he moans, sounding like a dirty whore.
He really wishes he could see their reactions, would they be shocked, or would they ignore the sounds, focusing on the game.
“Fuck, Daddies!” he yells when he gets closer. His clit throbs under his fingers and his hole feels raw from his abuse.
His nipples are hard and standing up almost sensitive to the cold air but fuck it feels too good when he pinches them and twists them between his fingers. If he had them both he’d have them right here sucking his tits.
“Fuck me! Daddy- !” he moans one last time before his body twitches, his legs giving out underneath him and he tries to catch his breath.
A minute later he’s dead to the world, catching up on some very needed sleep.
Downstairs:
“Fucking hell.” Robby groans, dragging his hands over his face, both men sporting heavy erections under their pants.
“This’ll be fun, huh.” Abbot says and takes a sip of his beer.