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"Do you want a glass of water?"
This guy had to stop being so nice. Dennis could feel his heart hammering so loud in his chest that every time he shifted on this guy, Michael's, couch he had to remind himself to calm down so he didn't go into cardiac arrest before actually getting to the point of this.
"M" had messaged him two days prior. Late at night, when Dennis was scrolling idly through different dating apps with a hand on his dick. The Grindr notification got his attention. M sent him a series of pictures and Dennis had to admit his mouth watered at the sight of this stranger. He was older, greying through his beard and hair, had soft crows feet coming in around his eyes. Dennis didn't except the photos that followed almost immediately after. A follow up of images of this M guy's dick- Hard, long and definitely enough to keep Dennis' arousal simmering. Dennis sent a few pictures back.
M: Want me to stretch you and fill you?
Dennis wanted so badly to say yes. To invite this guy to his (Trinity's, but she was out of state visiting her dad) apartment and let him ruin Dennis' body. He would have, he really wanted to. But Dennis was washed over by the heaviest wave of anxiety. The same anxiety that he felt any time someone on these apps asked him to meet up. Dennis sighed.
But then M was nice. Changed the conversation to how he could perhaps help Dennis overcome his anxiety. They could meet up and go on a walk or something low pressure. Something to get to know eachother first. And then he changed topics to work and hobbies and anything other than sex so Dennis felt more like he knew the guy and wasn't just thinking blindly with his dick.
So they kept talking. And Dennis had been called in for a cover on a shift at the bar he was using to make ends meet in Medical School the next night. He told M how bored he was. How much he didn't want to work tomorrow night. M asked more about his job and studies. And in chatting M introduced himself as Michael. Den introduced as Dennis.
And Dennis was only human, he couldn't help but look at the pictures Michael sent him a few more times over the next day.
Halfway through work, he text Michael again, knowing this time he was definitely letting his testosterone fueled body do all of his decision making.
Michael offered to bring Dennis into his bed, make him forget his boring bar shift. And the anxiety spiked again.
M: I can pick you up after work
Den: idk it's still kind of terrifying you know?
M: I get that. Whatever speed you wanna go at, I'm fine with.
Den: what if we just... talk in the parking lot or something first?
And they did. Michael pulled up after Dennis got off his shift. Dennis felt his heart start racing as he put his hand on the door handle.
"Hi."
"Hi-" The crows feet were even more pronounced when Michael gave him a soft smile. He held out his hand to Dennis. "I'm Michael."
"Dennis." He laughed, shaking Michael's hand.
Michael asked about Dennis' Day. Dennis told him how the shift was slower and they definitely didn't need him but called him in to cover a Well anyways. Michael didn't make a lot of eye contact, running his hands over the steering wheel as he told Dennis a story about how he blew his tire off his car four separate times. Dennis sighed and slumped into the seat as he told Michael about how he was in school, working, and somehow still putting in more effort than half the other guys at the bar. He told him about how excited he was to get his next rotation placement in the next day or so. Michael shared some stories about working in a hospital, many from when he was younger and fresh out of medschool.
"So. How are you feeling?" Michael asked when their conversation lulled to silence.
"How would this... work?" Dennis rubbed his hands nervously over his thighs.
"Well. I could drive you home and that can be it." Michael put his hands on the steering wheel. Dennis watched as he flexed his fingers. "Or I can take you back to my place."
"I would be down for that." Dennis tried to look less like he was terrified.
Now they were here. Dennis was on Michael's couch, sipping the last bit of water from the glass while Michael excused himself to the washroom.
When he came back, Michael sat far closer to Dennis than he had been prior. Leaving almost no space between them. When Dennis leaned back, his should bumped Michael's chest. Before he could apologize Michael leaned in, kissing Dennis on the shoulder. And then just over the collar of his shirt. His neck. Just below his ear.
Dennis melted into it. He still felt terrified, but it eased the more he felt Michael's lips and hands on his body. He hadn't had sex since having top surgery and starting testosterone. Hell, he hadn't had sex since leaving Nebraska. And even that barely counted as sex. He'd wanted it but been too scared by the concept of casual hook ups.
Michael kept trailing kisses across Dennis' jaw. His hand was pulling the collar of Dennis' shirt down, making space to kiss along Dennis' collarbone. Dennis pulled away from Michael.
"Here, let me-" Dennis awkwardly pulled his shirt off over his head and Michael made quick work of reattaching to him. Kissing his pec and up across his collar bone. Then licking back down across his scars and his nipples, biting softly at the skin between his scars.
Michael's hand started pushing at Dennis' jeans. Shoving them from his hips as he finally kissed Dennis proper. Dennis let himself melt back into the couch. Michael lifted himself off the couch, instead settling on his knees and bringing Dennis' pants down his legs. Suddenly two large hands were holding softly to Dennis' inner thighs, making room for Michael to kiss down his body. He smirked as he kissed just above Dennis' boxers, before pulling them down Dennis' legs fast. In contrast, He pressed soft kisses to Dennis' thighs, inching closer and closer to his pussy.
Dennis felt nervous, he hadn't had anyone eat him out before. Had always expected his partner to be disgusted by it, so he said he didn't want it. But he didn't tell M that. He said simply that he didn't know how it felt. Michael had offered when Dennis said that in their chatting and Dennis promptly pressed his thighs tight together to quell the burning need that washed over him.
Now, Michael was looking Dennis in the eyes as he wrapped his lips around his cock. Dennis' head fell back onto the couch as he moaned. Michael sucked softly, pausing to dip his tongue into Dennis' hole before picking back up to suck him again. His tongue lapped at Dennis' dick as he sucked. Teasing the overly sensitive tip. Dennis tried to be reasonable- Michael's apartment had to have neighbour's. But he couldn't help but moan as Michael dug his fingers into Dennis' thighs and sucked hard. He swore he heard Michael chuckle- or maybe he felt it. Dennis couldn't care to think more on it, not when Michael was pressing a finger into him. Then two. He sat back on his heels for a second, watching Dennis moan as he started to move his fingers in and out. Dennis watched Michael's eyes rake down his body, to where he was pumping his fingers into Dennis' cunt.
"You like that?" Michael grinned. Dennis just nodded and moaned in response. Michael crooked his fingers, causing Dennis to arch of the couch. "There we go baby."
"Fuck-" Dennis managed to get one word out. He was holding tight to one of the cushions of the couch. Michael leaned over and kissed him, not easing with his fingers. Then his tongue pressed into Dennis' mouth, a hand holding the back of Dennis' head and pulling him into the kiss. Dennis was focused on the feeling of Michael's still clothed cock on his thigh. Grinding slowly against him as Michael lavished his mouth.
"You're doing great, baby." Michael praised, kissing down Dennis' neck again. "So tight-" A third finger was added and Dennis honest to god whined.
Michael moved back to his knees between Dennis' legs. His free hand pulled Dennis' feet free from his jeans and moved them to the side. Giving him more room to get his mouth back on Dennis' cock.
Between all the ways Michael was touching and licking and sucking at Dennis' skin- Dennis' leg started to shake. Michael snaked his arms under Dennis' legs, hiking them up on his shoulders. He bobbed dramatically over Dennis' cock, sucking at it like it was a real dick. Making the shaking leg worse. One of his hands found Dennis' and brought it to the top of his head. Michael then turned and bit Dennis' thigh. Dennis gasped, digging his hand into Michael's hair and holding tight.
"Good boy." Michael smirked, wrapping his lips around Dennis again. Pressing his fingers deeper in on every quickening thrust. Dennis barely felt his orgasm sneak up until it over took him, gasping loudly and half grinding his hips against Michael's face.
He rode out the high, arching off the couch as he cried out. "Fuck, please-" Dennis gasped, letting himself cum on Michael's tongue.
Michael eased up, as Dennis started to come down. He rubbed his thumb over Dennis' clit as he shook and gasped.
Dennis felt his body slowly settle. He hadn't realized he had closed his eyes until he opened them. Michael was standing, pulling his shirt off over his head. Dennis let himself drink in the sight, from Michael's soft stomach to the tattoos on his arms, to the thick hair that covered so much of his body. His eyes caught on the very visible bulge in Michael's sweatpants. Michael reached a hand down to Dennis-
"Wanna take this to my bed?" He asked, his voice rough and low.
Dennis stood up so fast his head spun. He leaned over to strip his socks off, standing naked in Michael's living room. Michael stripped himself down as well, making Dennis feel less awkward for standing naked in someone else's home.
Michael ran a hand down Dennis' arm, pulling him in close. He kissed Dennis softly, quickly shifting back into a more needy gear. Dennis held tight to Michael, who's hand wandered back to between Dennis' legs. He ran his finger over Dennis' cock, keeping him upright with his other arm around Dennis' waist.
"Come on-" Michael whispered, turning Dennis to urge him down the hall. Dennis started to walk, Michael close behind. Dennis jumped when a soft smack landed on his ass. "Get going, baby." Michael took Dennis by the hips and turned him into a dark bedroom.
He didn't turn on the light. Just turned Dennis around and guided him down to his knees. Dennis picked up on the hint and nervously wrapped a hand around Michael's dick. Hard and heavy in his hand. Dennis cautiously held it up and licked from base to tip before wrapping his lips around Michael's tip.
He braced himself with a hand on Michael's thigh, easing more of his dick into his mouth. Trying to remember what guys at the bar would say they liked about girls giving them head- When Dennis would smirk, hand over their beers, and pretend he wasn't listening.
His other hand held the length that Dennis knew he wasn't going to get into his mouth. He held the tip in his mouth, lapping at it softly before sliding back down. When he came off with a sucking pop- He stroked Michael's dick at the pace he'd been going. Dennis looked up and Michael was watching him with half lidded eyes. He tried to keep the eye contact as he licked Michael from base to tip, sucking his cock back into his mouth.
Michael groaned, dropping a hand to fist Dennis' hair. He started guiding Dennis by his hair, bringing him far onto his dick and back. Michael laid his hand over Dennis' on his thigh, moving Dennis' hand to cup his balls. Dennis took the hint, coming off his cock to mouth Michael's balls for a second before licking back up his dick a few times. "Good boy-" Michael sighed and Dennis couldn't help but moan, sucking softly at Michael's tip. Michael pulled him off, urging Dennis to stand before pushing him back onto the bed.
Michael climbed onto the bed, kneeling over Dennis. Dennis watched eagerly as Michael pressed one of Dennis' legs up to his chest. Leaning over him, stroking his dick. He brought it down- rubbing their cocks together. Making Dennis gasp and sigh. Michael leaned down more, Dennis' leg trapped between them as Michael kissed him. He was sucking on Dennis' lower lip as he slid his cock over his wet cunt.
"You want it?" Michael whispered.
"Please-" Dennis whined. Kissing never eased off as Dennis felt Michael press into him. He moved slowly, easing into how tight Dennis was around him. Michael grunted, pulling back a bit before pressing deeper. He thrust slowly and shallowly- letting Dennis' pleased whines fill the silence of the room.
"You want it all, baby? Huh?" Michael kissed his neck, letting his teeth drag over Dennis' skin.
"Yes, please." Dennis was trying to move his pinned hips.
"Good boy. Fuck." Michael laughed, nipping at Dennis' neck. "Take Daddy's dick."
Dennis felt his mind white over. Between Michael calling himself that and then shoving the rest of his length deep inside Dennis. He thinks he moaned or said something in response, his fingers clutching the soft blanket. Michael started moving faster, thrusting more pointedly inside. Each movement punched a breathy noise from Dennis.
Leaning back, Michael seemed to be watching his cock dissappear inside Dennis. He took both of Dennis' legs and brought them over his shoulders. Lifting Dennis' hips to a different angle and somehow fucking deeper into him. Dennis couldn't hold back his moaning. All he could focus on was the repeated deep pressure from Michael.
A light smack landed on Dennis' cock and he jumped. He locked eyes with Michael, who raised his eyebrows, as if to ask if that was okay. Dennis nodded, moaning when a harsher smack to his clit followed. And another. Then in time with a particularly deep thrust, a harder smack. Michael rubbed gently at his clit, making the sting even sweeter. Dennis couldn't believe how perfect everything felt.
He swore he was riding the edge of another orgasm when Michael pulled out. He took Dennis by the hips again, "roll over." He instructed. Dennis settled on his hands and knees. He heard Michael click his tongue dissapointly behind him. Then a hand pressed hard between Dennis' shoulder blades, he dropped face first into the soft mattress. "There we go. Good boy."
Michael kissed Dennis' shoulders and he pressed his cock back in. He took Dennis by the hips and pulled him back onto his cock, rocking Dennis on his knees more than he was fucking into him. Dennis moaned uncontrolled, just letting the sounds falling out of him grow louder and louder. "You feel so good, Den. So tight and wet for Daddy, huh?"
"Mhm." Dennis wasn't thinking. Just encouraging Michael to keep doing whatever he wanted to him. "Please Daddy-" Michael groaned, digging his fingers hard enough into Dennis' hip bones that it could leave bruises. It made Dennis realize how bad he wanted there to be bruises.
Michael grabbed both of Dennis' hands and brough them to the small of his back, pressing his face even deeper into the mattress. He used them to leverage his thrusts into Dennis. "Good boy, baby. You're doing so good." Michael's soft praise was killing Dennis, dragging him back towards the edge.
Michael's pace faltered and he let go of Dennis' wrists. He pressed down on Dennis' hips with his own, fucking him flat into the mattress. "Oh baby, you're gonna make me cum." Michael leaned over, whispering in his ear. "Where can I cum, baby?"
"Uh-" Dennis knew what he should say. He should tell Michael to pull out.
"If I can't cum inside, I'll cum on your ass." Michael seemed to half read his mind. Though hearing him say it seemed to lower Dennis' rational thinking.
"Cum inside me." He begged. And Michael chuckled, biting down on Dennis' shoulder.
"Yeah?" Michael huffed, sounding the most effected he had this whole time. Dennis half wanted to insist they flip over so Dennis could watch him cum. "You want Daddy to breed you?"
His words. His tone. His beard scratching over Dennis' shoulder. Hell, the idea alone. The sin of it all. Pushed Dennis over the edge. He felt the shiver run up his spine as Michael picked up his pace. He kicked Dennis' legs further apart as he tried to fuck deeper into him. Michael snuck his hand under Dennis' hips. Rubbing his cock as Dennis came hard around him. Enough to drive Michael close to his own orgasm.
"Good, baby, good. You're so fucking good-" Michael started whispering praises as his hips stuttered. "Gonna make Daddy cum inside your tight pussy." His voice broke for a second into a groan.
"Please Daddy-" Dennis begged, half gasping. "Fuck, please."
"You want it?" Michael seemed to be right on the edge. "Tell me. Tell me you want it, baby."
"I want your cum, Daddy." Dennis knew he should feel filthy saying things like that to a man who is only barely not a stranger. "Cum inside me, Daddy. Please."
Michael pressed his chest flat to Dennis' back. Dennis could feel sweat dripping from him as Michael groaned and slowed his pace. A few errant thrusts and he pressed hard into Dennis, releasing deep inside. Dennis whined happily.
After a moment of lazy thrusting, riding out his own orgasm, Michael sat back onto his knees. "I'm gonna rinse this sweat off baby, give me a second." Michael stepped off the bed. Dennis rolled over, watching him cross the hall and turn on a light in what Dennis assumed to be the bathroom. The shower turned on shortly after.
Dennis listened to the shower run, a hand exploring between his legs. He felt the warm sticky mess of his hole, his own and Michael's cum all over his cunt. Curiously, he dipped two fingers into his hole. They came out coated in white and slick. Dennis brought them into his mouth without second thought, tasted himself and Michael on his tongue. He let his eyes close as he licked the cum from his hand.
The shower cut off and Michael came back a few moments later. He climbed onto the bed beside Dennis, urging Dennis to lay his head on Michael's outstretched arm.
He trailed gentle touches all over Dennis. His shoulders, hips, chest and stomach. All while kissing Dennis' hair, his cheek, above his eyebrow. Dennis melted into the coolness of Michael's body. He didn't know how long they laid there in the dark, Michael absently running his hands over Dennis.
Dennis felt lucid again, leaning back to look at Michael. He smiled at Dennis with gentle eyes. "Hi." Dennis felt shy again.
"Hi." Michael kissed him. "Coming back to me?" Dennis hummed as he nodded. "Good. Good." Another kiss. "You were so good for me, baby."
Dennis didn't really feel like talking, just turned to press more of himself against Michael's solid body. Something real and grounding. Michael ran his fingers through Dennis' hair. "It's okay, baby. Take it easy." Michael hummed, pulling Dennis in closer and tangling their legs together. "That was great. You were great."
Dennis didn't realize he was rolling his hips until Michael's wandering hand started to rub at his dick again. Dennis sighed. Micheal adjusted himself to kiss Dennis' neck. He slipped two fingers into Dennis' hole, pressing their cum back into him. "Yeah, baby?" Michael moved away fully, settling himself on his chest between Dennis' legs. "You need more?"
Dennis hid his face behind his hands as he moaned. Michael wasted no time, leaning into suck at Dennis' hole. "You taste so fucking good, baby." Dennis whined at Michael's words. He was so comfortable being so filthy. Dennis was glad it was dark in the room. Thankful that Michael couldn't see the blush that had trailed down his chest.
Michael switched quickly from two fingers back to three, running them over Dennis' g spot with a practiced ease. He latched back onto Dennis' cock, bobbing up and down dramatically. Dennis dug his fingers into as much of Michael's hair has he could grab, grinding himself against Michael's tongue.
Watching, Dennis could see Michael's hips shifting. He was humping the mattress as he ate Dennis out. The visual alone got Dennis so hard he felt lightheaded. He moaned loudly, grinding his hips into Michael's open mouth.
As Dennis started humming wanting moans with no break to breathe between, Michael leaned up on his elbows. He pulled his fingers out, rubbing his flat palm fast over Dennis's dick. He yelped, it fading into a drawn out moan.
Michael was quick to urge Dennis onto his side, pressing his knees between Dennis' legs. Michael spooned him, grinding his cock back into Dennis with a drawn out groan. He took a second, working his cock back to full hardness inside Dennis. Then thrusting into him again, half turning Dennis' hips down to the mattress. Michael brought Dennis' leg up over his, changing his mind and pulling Dennis' hips half over his own. So he was thrusting up into Dennis' hole.
Dennis wasn't thinking in any sort of full sentences anymore. He was whining and moaning beyond his control. His floaty mind just focusing on how Michael manhandled him around. How Michael was really just using his body for his own pleasure. It was filthy. It was the closest to God Dennis had felt in years.
Michael pulled out again, rolling Dennis onto his back. He hiked both Dennis' knees up to onto his shoulders. Bringing him up into his lap, he thrust in harshly, leaning over Dennis as he got his pace. He sucked on Dennis' bottom lip, nipping it between his teeth. Dennis hoped he would keep biting him, but couldn't find the words to ask. Instead he just whined into Michael's mouth.
Dennis let his hands fall to Michael's thighs, wanting to be touching him as he cried out for every deep thrust. Michael's hands found his, bringing them up and holding them to the bed as he fucked Dennis harder. "Good boy. Good boy, taking Daddy's cock." Michael grunted softly as he thrust. Dennis had melted into an endless string of soft whining.
Michael kissed his neck once before sitting back. He let go of Dennis' one hand, holding the other still as he wrapped his hand around Dennis' throat. No pressure to his windpipe, just his finger and thumb pressing into the sides of Dennis' neck. He felt his mind slip and a fuzzy, dizzy feeling take over his body. He hummed happily, pressing his throat up into Michael's hand for a second. Silently letting him know it felt amazing. Dennis tried to roll his hips against Michael's. His eyes drifting shut as he breathlessly whinned. Michael pressed his fingers harder into Dennis' neck.
"You like that baby?" Dennis nodded. Feeling his ears start to turn warm. His mind blank and lightheaded. "You're so good, baby." Michael pressed his fingers against Dennis' neck hard once more before easing back slowly. His hand rubbing gently at the skin.
He leaned over Dennis, slowing his thrusts as he kissed the spots of Dennis' neck that he'd been holding down on. Dennis whined, rolling his hips for more. Michael shifted, wrapping his arms around Dennis as he fucked into him.
"Want Daddy to cum in you again?" Michael whispered. Dennis moaned wantingly. "Huh, baby? So good you can't even answer me, huh?" Dennis struggled to nod with how Michael dropped his forehead to Dennis' shoulder. Dennis took the chance, kissing Michael's neck. He sucked softly at his skin, biting down hard when Michael's hips stuttered. It brought Dennis closer knowing Michael was close.
"Fuck baby, you're so good." Michael was humming praise into his neck. "Cum for me baby." Dennis felt the words like a shock running through his body and sending all the blood he had to the sensitive tip of his dick. The way Michael was fucking him had Dennis spread open and his dick rubbing against Michael's pelvis with each thrust. "Come on baby, be good and cum for daddy." Dennis' didn't think he was close, or at least not that close. But then Michael bit his neck with what Dennis could only describe as a growl. And Dennis felt himself fall apart, shaking in Michael's arms.
"There we go. Good boy, baby. Good boy. Cum for Daddy." Michael's hips stuttered again, his pace faltering as he groaned in Dennis' ear. Dennis was a mess of loud, unending moans. His volume growing as he rode out his high. Only to spike back up as Michael thrust deep into him again. "Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum." Michael groaned. "Gonna cum inside you again." Dennis whimpered, open mouth and loud. He wrapped his arms around Michael, clutching him tight as Michael's hips stopped. "Fuuuck baby." Michael groaned as he filled Dennis again. "God you're so fucking warm. So wet for me. So good." He kept rambling as he lazily thrust into Dennis.
As his high dropped, Michael moved down the bed enough to lay his head on Dennis' chest. He laid still, breathing slowly turning from heavy panting to a normal rhythm. Dennis' did the same. The silence in the room was comfortable. Spent and relaxed. Dennis almost let his eyes drift shut.
They laid like that for a few minutes. Dennis ran his fingers softly through Michael's hair. After a while, Michael turned. He pressed a kiss to Dennis' stomach. Then the scars across his chest. And lastly his lips. Dennis started to feel like he and his body were one existence again.
"Do you want more water?" Michael asked. Dennis nodded. "Okay." Michael slowly lifted himself from the bed. Dennis watched him dissappear down the hall.
He brought back a glass half filled with water. Dennis took it and silently drank half the glass in one go. It felt like a soft reset to his brain. Michael had crossed the hallway back to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
After a minute, Dennis finished the water. Leaving the glass on Michael's nightstand and dropping onto the plush bed. If he didn't know Michael had work in the morning, he'd might have thought about asking to stay. He pushed the thought away quickly. That was too much for what was supposed to be a casual hook up after a weird shift. Dennis sighed.
He heard the bathroom door open, Michael climbing back into bed in the same spot he held before. One arm under Dennis' head. Dennis turned to press into his shoulder with a sigh. Dennis kissed his chest.
"How're you feeling, Den?" Micheal was smoothing Dennis' hair with his hand. "I'm feeling about ready to go to sleep." Michael hummed into his forehead, following it with a kiss. Dennis nodded.
"Want me to get you home then, baby? Don't wanna worry your roommate too bad." He forgot that he told Michael his roommate would be waiting for him to get home. Trinity's didn't even get back into the state until the next night. But Dennis nodded anyways.
Michael pulled away from his side. Standing up he fished a pair of boxers from his dresser and slid them on. Dennis awkwardly stood up, stretching his arms high above his head. He saw Michael watching him in his peripheral vision and smiled.
Michael went to gather his own clothes from the living room floor. Dennis followed, scooping his clothes into his arms. "I'm just gonna... use the washroom quick."
"Good idea." Michael chuckled.
Dennis made sure he peed quickly. He was already nervous enough about only being two days on birth control and letting someone who's basically a stranger cum in him twice- He wasn't also risking a UTI. He washed his hands and got dressed quickly. Looking in the mirror he could see a deep purple bite mark just above his collarbone. Low enough that you'd only see it if you were really looking. Over his shoulder he could see a few more bruises dotting over his back. One high on his neck that it was just covered by his collar. He noticed faint red marks on his hip bones, light bite marks on his inner thighs. Dennis couldn't help but blush at the lasting reminders of the night. Something to remind him this was real, something he actually put himself out there and did.
Back in the living room, Michael was leaning against the wall by the door. Dennis tried to quickly get his shoes on, skipping on tying laces if he was just going to get in Michael's car and go.
"Ready?" Michael tilted his head, eyes scanning over Dennis.
"Yeah." Dennis felt... observed.
He half startled when Michael wrapped his arms around him, pulling Dennis into a tight hug. "Was it good?" He asked.
"It was perfect. Thank you." Dennis leaned into the hug, holding onto Michael. They stood there for a second, silently wrapped in each other.
"Maybe we do this again sometime." Michael chuckled softly.
"Mhm. Might have to have you pick me up after work again." Dennis sighed, relaxing into Michael's chest.
"Okay. Let's get you home." Michael turned, grabbing his keys off a hook on the wall and opening the front door. Dennis stepped out and turned to watch Michael follow him. Michael led him down the stairs to the parkade.
They didn't say much, Michael climbing into the driver's seat, Dennis in the passengers. As he pulled out of the lot doors, Michael put his hand on Dennis' knee. Dennis smiled, taking the hand in his.
Pulling into the lot of Dennis' apartment, Michael sighed. He squeezed Dennis' hand.
"There you go." Michael parked the car. He brought Dennis and his hands to his lips, kissing Dennis' knuckle.
"Thanks." Dennis smiled at Michael. He leaned over the console, kissing Michael softly. "For everything. You're being so sweet with me. I didn't really expect it."
"Of course." Michael tried to hide his yawn. "Go get some sleep. Roommate's probably worried sick, right?"
"Yeah. Yeah probably." Dennis kissed him again. "Goodnight Michael." Another kiss, long and slow. Teetering on something more than casual before easing to a stop. Dennis unbuckled his seat belt. He gave Michael's hand one last squeeze before opening the door.
"Goodnight Dennis." Michael smiled as Dennis shut the car door behind him. He managed not to look back as he unlocked his buildings front door. The whole walk up to his and Trinity's place he couldn't stop thinking about Michael.
Dennis checked his phone as he was brushing his teeth. The grindr notifications had piled up as they tend to. People asking him if he's dtf, pictures of ducks being sent unasked for. And one text from M.
M: here's my number
M: it'll be easier to reach me that way.
Dennis quickly saved the number to his contacts. Sending Michael a quick text.
Hey, it's Dennis. Thank you again
for a great night :)
A reply came back through quicker than he expected.
Glad you had a good time.
Get some sleep. :)
Dennis smiled at the texts, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. He tabbed to his texts with trinity, that had apparently gone unread in the two hours he was with Michael.
Flight got changed :)
Be home by noon instead of 7 yippee :)))
Hello?
Huck are you dead wtf?
Are you even home??????
I'm alive lol I just went out after work.
Where wtf
You don't have a social life babe
I just went out it's fine. You wouldn't
believe me if I told u
Lmao sure just say u found a late
Night book club or smthg lol
See u tomorrow nerd
See u tomorrow trin
The next morning Robby was running late. He had missed his alarm by fifteen minutes, waking up to a series of phone calls from Jack and Dana. Crossing the threshold of The Pitt, Jack left him no time to prepare for their conversation. Hunting him down like a heat seeking missile.
"You're late." Jack said plainly.
"Uh huh."
"You're never late." Robby turned to his locker, shrugging off his sweater.
"I slept in."
"You don't sleep in." Jack leaned against the locker next to him. His arms crossed. "Should I be worried, Mike?"
"Nope." Robby shuffled his shirt over his shoulders, pulling a spare scrub top from the top shelf of his locker. In his rush out the door, he forgot his bag. Robby went to pull the shirt on, but he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. Jack pushed him back, turning Robby to face him.
"Who gave you that?" Jack asked, poking the small hickey on Robby's shoulder.
"Don't worry about it, Jack."
"I'm not worried, bother. I'm curious." He gave Robby a teasing smile. "You what? Got enough action last night to knock your old ass out?" Jack laughed. "I thought your slut days were over."
Robby whipped the scrub shirt at Jack's chest. "I don't have to tell you shit." He pulled the shirt on quickly, tucking it into his pants and fixing the belt.
"You made me hold off on hand over for a full fourty five minutes because you got your soul sucked out through your dick? Man, at least give a guy all the sexy details." Jack picked Robby's shoulder again, zeroing in on the now covered bruise. "What was she like, huh? You searching out younger again?"
"He was fine." Robby corrected. "And shut up. Like you haven't picked up someone younger before."
"Yeah and I've also fucked you stupid. I don't judge, Mike." Jack shrugged. "Now can we do this hand off so I can go fucking sleep, please?"
"Fine." Robby sighed, tugging his sweater back on. "What'd I miss?"