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For the first time in his life, at least since Liz had died, Jack regrets his tendency to fill in for shifts when others need to swap out. Working too much and figuring out ways to get around the mandated limit on ED shifts had been a way of life for him for so long after she’d been gone. It had helped shape the rhythm of his days, keep his mind engaged, so he couldn’t fall into melancholy.
But now, as he ties his shoes, getting ready to work yet another shift, he’s really starting to get pissed off at Past Jack.
It’s been several days since his trip with Dennis to Old Economy Village had turned into a sleepover, and it’ll be a few days yet until their time off lines up; working mostly opposite shifts adds more complications. He grumbles to himself, checking to make sure the dry cat food is topped off, the thermostat is set just right, before heading out toward the hospital.
He and Dennis have exchanged texts, sure, and Jack sees him at handoffs. But it’s not enough. Jack wants to be surrounded by Dennis’s scent, he wants the man within reach so he can get his hands on him. Even setting aside fucking – which he is absolutely looking forward to – Jack just misses Dennis, misses his presence and the way his smile kindles a warmth in Jack’s chest.
They’ve both succumbed to desperation already. Despite his greater experience with life, maybe even greater maturity, it had been Jack who’d dragged Dennis into a stairwell a couple days before, when he’d come in earlier than usual for handoffs. Dennis had initially been cautious, but then had practically jumped into Jack’s arms, thrusting his tongue into Jack’s mouth like he had something to prove.
Jack had been so hard in his pants, he’d been grateful for the extra time to let his dick calm down, once Dennis had finally pulled away. The intern had left Jack with a swollen mouth, a sheen of sweat breaking out on his skin, and too-tight pants. He’d resolved not to risk doing something so stupid at work again.
So, today, when Jack comes in for his shift early, it’s not just to sneak in more time with Dennis. He also has an important mission. As he walks in through triage, he lucks out when he sees Noelle leaving West 14, her tablet under one arm.
“Hey! Noelle!” He waves her down, walking quickly in her direction.
She pauses, poised to head toward the elevator. “Dr. Abbot. To what do I owe this pleasure?”
Her tone is dripping in passive aggression, which is fair. Jack has never shown an overtly positive response to her, though that’s not really about her. Jack is just generally skeptical of any woman Robby falls into dating who appears convinced that they’ll be the one to fix his best friend. He knows better than that.
But he needs to play nice here, so he paints on what he hopes will pass for a friendly smile. “I wanted to talk to you about Rafe Esparza. The kid up in the ICU?”
Her features soften, her mouth turning down into a sympathetic frown. “That’s the one who stepped in front of Dr. Whitaker, right?”
Jack nods, not surprised that the story’s made the rounds in the hospital. He looks around to make sure no one’s nearby to overhear them.
“I was wondering… I’d like to cover any extra expenses he might have.”
Jack could have just as soon told her that he’d been abducted by aliens, based on the look of shock that flies across her face before she can shutter her expression.
“Oh. Well. That’s very generous, Dr. Abbot.”
He looks away and shrugs one shoulder. “I know the kid is unhoused, that he’s estranged from his family. For what he did, he doesn’t deserve to be saddled with a mountain of hospital debt on top of all that.”
Noelle hums then opens her tablet, tapping around until she finds what she’s looking for. She scrolls down the page, mouthing to herself. Then she nods.
“He qualifies for Medicaid, so a good chunk of his immediate care will be covered. But there’s rehab and occupational therapy that he might not qualify for.”
Jack nods, breathing out. He’s got enough in the bank that he could probably handle the full expenses out of pocket. “Can you set it up so that the bills come to me?”
Her mouth twists as she considers it. “You’re not a relative or next of kin, so that might be tricky. But I can see about setting up a donation account for him with you as the sole benefactor.”
“Could it be anonymous?”
Her eyebrows rise again and the corners of her lips tip up. “Yes. Yes, I think I could manage that.”
He clears his throat. “Thanks, Noelle. I appreciate it.”
She nods at him. “I’ll be in touch with the details.”
“Great,” he says, gesturing for her to continue to the elevator.
When he pivots to head toward the central hub, he stops short. Dennis is leaning against the workstation outside the West rooms, a confused look on his face. Jack plasters a smile on his face.
“Hey, Whitaker. How’s it going?”
“What were you talking with Nurse Hastings about?”
Jack clears his throat. He should have expected that Dennis would get right to the point. He waves a hand around.
“Just discussing some patient cost options.”
Dennis narrows his eyes. “Why don’t I believe you?”
“That’s what I was doing, Den, I don’t know what to tell you.”
Dennis takes a step toward him and Jack debates the merits of quickly making something up on the fly. But then he questions why he’s trying to hide this from Dennis in the first place. Sure, he’s uncomfortable with his plan being known generally, but does that mean he needs to keep it from Dennis?
Jack sighs, then nods his head behind Dennis, toward the corridor behind the Central rooms. Dennis follows him over to the coffee station.
“Look, it’s really not a big deal,” he starts. “But, Rafe can’t get everything covered by Medicaid. Most of his initial expenses will be paid for, but not all of the OT and rehab.” He shrugs his shoulders. “I just figured, I’ve got the money, I can cover the overage.”
Dennis’s mouth has been dropping open farther as Jack’s been explaining, his eyes going wide. When Jack finishes, he snaps his lips closed. Jack thinks Dennis’s eyes might be a little watery. Then he sniffles and grabs Jack’s hand, dragging him toward the open single-occupancy bathroom.
“What – ”
Dennis pushes him inside, then locks the door behind them. Jack gets a sense that he’s prey being stalked. He doesn’t have to wait long before Dennis pounces, shoving him against the wall with one hand and pressing his lips to Jack’s.
“Dennis, we’re at work,” Jack reminds him when they come up for air, both slightly panting.
“You’re doing an incredibly sweet thing.” Dennis hums. “I just think you deserve a treat for that.”
Jack’s eyes roll to the back of his head when he feels Dennis’s hand unbutton his cargo pants, then slip past his waistband. He opens his mouth to protest, but Dennis is wrapping his hand around his cock, slowly stroking him to hardness. Jack lets his head fall back against the wall.
“Gonna have to be quick,” Dennis whispers, brushing his lips against Jack’s jaw. “Can you do that for me, sweet boy?”
Jack closes his mouth around the whimpering sound he makes. Ever since that very first time Dennis had called him pretty, called him a good boy, Jack feels like something inside him has been unlocked. He’s used to being strong, unflappable. While he knows how to have a good time, he can also keep a handle on his emotions, make the most out of little.
But his time with Dennis is showing him a side of himself he hadn’t understood before. It’s a side of himself that craves softness, that craves caring. Maybe even craves caring from Dennis, specifically. As he feels Dennis’s long gentle fingers pump his cock, murmuring soft words of praise, Jack can’t believe how close he is to coming. And at work!
“So pretty for me, so good,” Dennis is whispering against Jack’s neck before licking a stripe up to his jaw. “Come for me, baby, be a good boy for me.”
Jack couldn’t have held back if he’d tried, his cock emptying all over Dennis’s hand and the inside of his boxer briefs. He lets out a low moan, slumping against the wall.
Dennis presses kisses over his cheek, the corner of his mouth. When Jack is able to pry his eyes open again, Dennis is looking up at him with a heady expression of pride. Jack swallows thickly. Then he winces as Dennis pulls his hand out of Jack’s pants, leaving behind a mess.
“Oooh, yeah, sorry about that, baby,” Dennis mutters. He turns toward the sink and washes his hands quickly, pulling out several paper towels to help mop up Jack’s cum.
Jack huffs a laugh as Dennis tries to put him back together. “Guess I’ll be a little uncomfortable tonight.”
Dennis bites his lip. “I could run to your place when I get off work, grab you a fresh pair?”
Jack thinks about it but shakes his head. “It’s not the worst thing. But I appreciate the offer, Den.”
Later at handoffs, Jack tries to avoid Dennis’s eyes, knowing that everyone will be able to pick up on the tension between them. He’s only got two more days until he and Dennis are both off of work. He can wait that long, surely.
***
When Jack cracks open his eyes, he immediately gets whapped in the face with a tiny furry tail. Shadow somersaults off the bed then quickly rockets back up onto his chest, opening her mouth at him in expression of displeasure.
“I’m up, I’m up,” Jack mumbles, sitting up and watching as Shadow slides down onto his lap. Sadie is curled up at the other foot of the bed, a space Jack is unwilling to think of as Dennis’s side. At least, not yet. Nutella is suspiciously absent.
Jack transfers over to his wheelchair, makes a quick stop in the bathroom, then wheels out to the kitchen to feed the cats. Nutella shows up just in time for Jack to set the dishes of wet food on the floor. Jack wonders what carnage in some obscure spot he’ll find later.
His phone is lying on the kitchen table. He scratches the back of his neck, remembering now that he’d tossed it there when he’d stumbled in after staying the full overnight after his swing shift. Shen had gotten hit with a stomach bug, but Jack had vowed that staying until the day shift came in was as far as he’d been willing to go.
After all, it’s Date Night.
There’s a text waiting for him when he switches on the screen.
Den [14:02] is 5:30 enough time?
A shiver runs down Jack’s spine. After waiting for over a week to get his hands on Dennis again – at least in a non-workplace setting – the big day is finally here. The shiver is quickly followed by a flight of butterflies swarming through his stomach. He laughs ruefully, shaking his head at himself. Despite the way tonight feels like high-stakes, he has an inkling that Dennis will keep him calm, not let him get into his head too much.
Jack [15:14] yeah, sounds great
He’s about to shove his phone into the pocket of his shorts when it buzzes twice in quick succession. Jack feels flames break out across his body as he reads the texts.
Den [15:16] make sure you take a long shower
Den [15:16] I want that hole clean enough to eat off of
His nerves rush back and he debates how to respond. A joke? Just an emoji? He breathes out when Dennis adds another message.
Den [15:17] take a deep breath for me, baby, it’s all gonna be fine
Jack huffs a laugh and hearts the message. Good enough.
He goes for a jog around the neighborhood to burn off some of his anxiety and get into that headspace where all that matters is putting one foot in front of the other. By the time he’s walking back into the house, he’s run just over five miles, and he’s only got about an hour to get ready.
Jack takes Dennis’s text seriously, sudsing himself all over and using his handheld sprayer to good effect. His mind starts to drift as he swirls the soap around his rim, and he wonders what Dennis has planned for the night. He’s made a reservation for dinner, maybe they can go for a walk along the riverfront afterward. Something nice and respectable, followed by an enjoyable night in bed.
He’s just giving himself a final once-over in front of the mirror when he hears a knock on the front door. He steps around Nutella and Shadow play fighting in the hallway and opens the door. Dennis stands on the porch, dressed in tight black jeans and a loose forest green t-shirt with a stretched collar that looks in danger of falling off his shoulder. He’s buzzed the sides of his head again, the longer curls on the top drifting down over the close-cropped hair. There’s a backpack slung over his shoulder.
“Jesus,” Dennis says, his eyes scanning up and down Jack’s body.
Jack had chosen dark wash jeans himself and a dark grey short-sleeve button-up shirt. They’re not new or anything, but he feels warm at Dennis’s perusal, his usually clear blue eyes darkening.
“Hi,” Jack says, smiling at him, turning to the side to let him walk inside.
Dennis sets his bag on the hall table and walks up to Jack. He wraps a hand around the back of Jack’s neck and tugs him down so that he can press his lips against Jack’s. It’s only been a couple days since Jack had last kissed Dennis, but it feels like it’s been ages. Jack soaks up the possessive way Dennis takes control, thrusting his tongue into Jack’s mouth and rubbing it against Jack’s own tongue, his teeth, the roof of his mouth. Jack feels like he’s being consumed, and all he can do is clutch at Dennis’s waist and hold on.
They break apart, chests heaving with their increased respiration. Dennis’s mouth is stretched into a grin, his lips slick with his and Jack’s spit. Jack brings up a hand to cup his cheek, running his thumb over Dennis’s bottom lip.
“Still want to go out to eat?” Dennis asks, his eyes crinkling.
Jack huffs a laugh. “Yes. I want to do this right.”
Dennis chuckles in response. “I don’t need any kind of fancy date, Jack. I’m happy just to spend time with you.”
“I know. But you’ve spoiled me so much already. I need to return the favor.”
“All right,” Dennis says softly.
His hand brushes against Jack’s and he links their fingers together. Jack’s heart skips as he looks down at their hands. It’s such a small thing, but after being single for so long, and fully expecting that he’d never find someone he could care about in a way like he’d cared for Liz… It’s hard to take in sometimes.
“Where are we going?” Dennis gently tows Jack toward the door that leads out of the garage.
“I was thinking DiAnoia’s,” Jack says as they climb into the car.
Without comment, Dennis pulls his phone out of his pocket and hooks it up to the car, selecting a Spotify playlist that makes Jack do a double-take.
“What is this, funk?”
Dennis shrugs and smiles. “I have eclectic taste.”
“You one of those old souls in a young body or something?”
Jack glances over at Dennis to see his smile sharpen.
“What if I told you it was an old boyfriend who got me into it?”
Jack takes a breath. Then another. He’s known that Dennis has no problem with their age gap. Hadn’t he mentioned being interested in older guys before? But the idea of Dennis actually with someone else, an older man who would have shown him the ropes, who got to sample Dennis’s mouth for the first time, suck his cock… Jack’s fingers tighten around the steering wheel.
“Hey, hey,” Dennis says quietly. “I was just teasing you.”
They come to a red light and Jack looks over again. Dennis’s face is contrite, his eyes warm. He snakes a hand over to rest on top of Jack’s thigh. Jack huffs and shakes his head, dropping his hand to grip Dennis’s on his leg before returning it to the steering wheel when the light goes green.
“I’m not usually jealous.”
Dennis hums and Jack feels his hand start to travel farther, toward the inside of his leg. Jack sucks in a breath when Dennis’s hand comes to stop right over Jack’s crotch. He’s not hard, but with the way Dennis is lightly stroking him over his jeans, it might not take much.
“I’m not going anywhere. I’m not looking for anything but you.”
The words are punctuated with gentle squeezes, and Jack lets a whimper slip out.
“Besides,” Dennis continues conversationally, like he doesn’t have his hand on top of Jack’s thickening cock in the middle of evening traffic, “why would I ever want anyone else when I can get the prettiest boy in Pennsylvania all to myself?”
It takes a tremendous amount of self-control for Jack to continue to steer the car through the streets until they reach the restaurant parking lot. He comes around to open Dennis’s door, grateful for the few seconds alone to will his dick back down.
“I’ve got a reservation,” he murmurs in Dennis’s ear as they walk up to the host stand.
The host, a 20-something guy whose arms are covered in tattoos smiles widely at Dennis. “Hi, there! Welcome to DiAnoia’s! Do you have a reservation with us tonight?”
Dennis nods. “Yeah, uh, two under Abbot?”
Jack had been opening his mouth, but quickly closes it, taking a step back to watch Dennis take control of the interaction. It’s strange how good it feels, to not have to worry about small things like this. He idly wonders if he should feel threatened or something, feel like he needs to assert his masculinity. But as his eyes wander over Dennis’s back, up to his light brown curls, he just can’t bring himself to care about any of that.
Dennis is taking care of it and taking care of him.
“It’ll just be a couple minutes,” the man – Josiah, based on his nametag – says.
Jack and Dennis step away to wait against the wall, hovering close to each other, but not touching. Out of habit, Jack’s eyes flit around the dining room, checking for exits and potential threats.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name,” Josiah says to Dennis, appearing in front of them.
“Oh, it’s Dennis.”
“Dennis,” Josiah repeats, like he’s running his tongue over each vowel and consonant. “I’m so sorry, it’ll just be a couple more minutes.”
“That’s ok,” Dennis says cheerfully, and maybe, to Jack’s estimation, a little oblivious.
Jack narrows his eyes at Josiah, who is still standing there.
“Do you live in Pittsburgh?”
Dennis nods, humming.
“Have you ever been to Lucky’s?”
Jack is nearing the end of his patience. He’s still a bit raw from his earlier bout of – admittedly, irrational – jealousy. Now to see some asshole hitting on his, well, for all intents and purposes, his boyfriend right in front of him?
“Oh, uh, maybe once? I think my roommate took me there a couple months ago.”
Maybe Dennis doesn’t realize that he’s being hit on, Jack thinks, weighing the pros and cons of interceding.
Josiah practically bats his eyes at Dennis. “I dance there. I mean, I’m one of the regular dancers. If you ever wanted to come by and – ”
“That sounds great for you,” Dennis interjects. “Actually, you know what? I think we’ll just order something to go.”
“Oh,” Josiah says, clearly startled. “Sure, let me just grab some menus for you.”
Dennis huffs when Josiah walks away. “As if,” he mutters, and Jack feels like his heart’s grown three sizes bigger.
They place their orders and wait in companionable silence until Josiah walks over to them with the carry-out containers, a guarded customer-service smile on his face. Dennis thanks him politely and he and Jack walk out to the car.
“I’m sorry,” Dennis says after Jack starts the car and pull out onto the road.
“For what, Den?”
Dennis sighs. “I didn’t want that guy to do… whatever he was trying to do.”
Jack shakes his head. “Sweetheart, it’s ok. Don’t worry about it.”
Dennis makes a pleased sound, and Jack goes over what he’d just said. It’s something he’d called Liz. It had just fallen out of his mouth, but it had felt right, and thinking about it more, it still does. He nods toward Dennis.
“Why don’t you get some tunes on?”
Dennis chuckles and plugs his phone back into the stereo. Jack relaxes as Dennis sings and hums along with the songs all the way home.
They don’t talk much over dinner. Now that they’re back at Jacks’ house, the tension between them has thickened, the prospect of being naked together again looming large.
“Ok,” Dennis says, only halfway through his pasta. “I’ll finish this later.”
Jack takes another bite, then closes his own container and hastily shoves them both into the fridge.
“I just need to freshen up,” Jack says, suddenly nervous.
“Yeah, I need to do a little prep,” Dennis agrees.
Jack hurries toward his en suite and gives himself a quick sink bath before brushing his teeth. He takes a couple of deep breaths and walks out into his bedroom. Dennis has closed the door against the cats, and his backpack is on top of the bed.
“Hi,” he breathes out, his chest feeling tight.
Dennis’s lips curve up at the corners. “Hi.” He holds out a hand. “C’mere, baby.”
Jack approaches him without hesitation. Dennis stretches up to lay a soft peck on Jack’s mouth.
“Nothing to be nervous about, ok? We’ll only do what you want, and we can stop at any time.”
Jack nods and takes another deep breath. “I want you to fuck me.”
Dennis’s smile grows, his eyes sparkling in the light from the bedside table lamps. “I was hoping you’d say that.” He gestures toward his backpack. “I brought some equipment. Want to see?”
Jack nods, his excitement about what they’re going to be doing surpassing his nerves.
Dennis reaches into his bag and pulls out a leather harness and sets it on the bed, followed by a bottle of lube. Then Jack’s eyes widen as Dennis takes out three different dildos. They’re all different sizes, shapes, and colors. The dark blue one is small and smooth, the black one is fat and smooth, a third is bigger but made to resemble a cock, pink with veins.
“These are my dicks,” Dennis says, gesturing toward them. “They fit into my strap, here.” He holds up the harness and points to the O ring. “I’ve got this spot on the inside of the harness that rubs against my dick, so fucking you feels good for me, too.”
“Good,” Jack says softly. “I’m, er, I’m glad it feels good for you.”
Dennis smiles up at him. “Oh, baby, trust. Even without that spot, I would get a lot of pleasure from fucking my cock into your hole.”
Jack lets out an embarrassing sound that’s a cross between a whine and a whimper, the visual that Dennis’s comment inspires flashing through his mind. Dennis’s smile sharpens, his eyes darkening.
“Take your clothes off for me, hmm?”
Jack’s ass hits the bed and he starts to wrestle with his pants. He removes his prosthesis, then his liner and sock. He tests the skin on his residual limb, doing a quick check for sore spots, but everything seems fine. He’s impatient with the buttons on his shirt but manages not to pop any off. Before long, he’s fully naked, perched on the edge of his bed.
“I think,” Dennis says, “we’ll start with my smallest dick tonight. But I wanted you to see my collection, so you could see the options we have to work with.”
Jack nods, his mouth a little dry. He imagines Dennis fucking him with the realistic cock and shivers.
“Ok, I’m going to get naked, and then I’m going to touch you all over,” Dennis says.
Jack slides back against the headboard, taking in the sight of Dennis undressing. He doesn’t hurry, but he’s not drawing it out. Jack almost finds it sexier to be a passive observer as Dennis goes through the motions of tugging his shirt over his head, shucking off his pants and underwear, then draping them on the easy chair in the corner.
When he’s finally naked, Dennis climbs onto the bed, making his way up the mattress until he’s kneeling right in front of Jack.
“Hi,” he says quietly, reaching out a hand to pet Jack’s ankle.
“Hi,” Jack returns, not knowing where to look as his eyes sweep over Dennis’s exposed skin.
“God, you’re lovely,” Dennis says, rising to his knees to drape himself over Jack.
He runs his hands across Jack’s arms, circling his wrists with his fingers. Then he trails his hands over Jack’s pecs, squeezing them gently before brushing his hands along Jack’s stomach, which used to be much firmer, but has softened in the last several years. Jack keeps his eyes on Dennis, watching the man running his fingertips over Jack’s freckles, his mouth hanging slightly open. The laser focus of Dennis’s gaze is almost worshipful and Jack’s skin heats with the attention. His cock swells to half-mast.
“Do you want to touch me?” Dennis asks, rising up onto his knees again.
Jack swallows as Dennis picks up Jack’s hand and presses it to his chest. He slides Jack’s hand down until Jack’s fingers are tangled in the thick hair spreading between his hips. Then down farther still until Dennis sucks in a sharp breath as Jack feels his cock, hard and pushing up against his fingers. Dennis releases his hand and Jack takes over, slowly stroking his fingers on either side of Dennis’s dick. He makes a low sound in the back of his throat.
“Is this for me?” he asks, his eyes riveted to the spot between Dennis’s legs.
“Yeah,” Dennis breathes out, his head tipping back on his shoulders. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good.”
“Can I make you feel better?”
Dennis head snaps back up and a predatory look crosses his face. “I have an idea. One that won’t put your back out.”
He shuffles backward, Jack’s hand dropping away and onto the bedspread. Dennis gets off the bed and stands by the edge, then pats the spot in front of him.
“On your back, your head here.”
Jack immediately catches on to what Dennis is suggesting and hurries to shuffle over, stretching across the mattress on his back. He lets his head trail just a little over the edge of the bed, putting him in perfect position to – oh, fuck.
Dennis takes a step forward and braces his hands against Jack’s chest and then Dennis’s cock is there, right on top of Jack’s mouth and all he wants to it put his lips around it. He brings his arms up to grasp at Dennis’s waist, keeping him still, as he sucks on Dennis’s hard cock, a deep feeling of satisfaction flooding him at the desperate sounds falling from Dennis’s mouth. He hasn’t even touched his own dick yet, and he’s nearly fully hard at this point, just from touching and tasting Dennis.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck. Right there, baby. Fuck, your mouth.”
Dennis starts to grind against Jack’s face, moving his hips so that his dick is brushing against Jack’s nose now, and Jack’s tongue can travel around his entrance. Jack laps up the slick spilling out, drinking it like he’s just found an oasis in the desert. Dennis moans and Jack presses his tongue up, just inside his opening. Then Dennis’s hips rock down and Jack can wrap his lips around Dennis’s dick again.
Jack pulls off just enough to be able to say, “Touch yourself, Den. I know you want to. Help me get you there.”
Dennis lets out a whine and then his fingers are above Jack’s mouth as he tugs on his own cock. Jack feels his own dick harden almost to the point of pain as he watches Dennis’s fingers tug and roll his cock. After a few minutes of this treatment, coupled with the movement from Jack’s tongue, Dennis tumbles over the edge into orgasm, more slick leaking onto Jack’s chin.
Dennis sighs heavily and slumps forward, then manages to roll himself onto the mattress next to Jack. “That was amazing,” he pants.
Jack shifts so that they’re facing each other and rests his hand on Dennis’s hip. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.” He inhales deeply, trying to let his erection dissipate so he doesn’t blow too soon.
The smile Dennis sends him is bashful, almost embarrassed, and Jack’s heart gives a strong lurch. He leans in and presses his lips against Dennis’s, humming when Dennis licks into his mouth, knowing Dennis will be able to taste himself on Jack.
When he pulls away, Dennis’s expression is less vulnerable but is no less tender. “Your turn, baby.”
Jack feels a flutter of nerves return.
“I can see you already overthinking this,” Dennis says, his voice warm, the look in his eyes kind in a way that makes Jack have to blink away sudden tears. “What did I say before, baby?”
Jack takes a deep breath. “Only what I want, we can stop at any time.”
Dennis hums, leaning over Jack to brush his lips against his forehead. “Let’s get you on your belly, legs folded up underneath you.”
Jack awkwardly repositions, feeling so exposed. The nerves rising up do a great job of staving off orgasm, his erection flagging. He flinches when Dennis lays a hand on his back, but calms as he feels Dennis’s hand smoothing long strokes over his skin.
“You are the bravest man I know,” Dennis whispers. “You’re gonna feel my fingers now, ok?”
Despite his apprehension, Jack snickers. “You’re making this sound like a medical exam.”
There’s a pause before Dennis says, “Is that something you’d be into, or…”
“No!” Jack laughs again. “Just an observation. Honestly, I imagine anything you’d do would be hot,” he admits, “but I’d rather not get a raging hard-on at work more often than necessary. Or at all.”
Dennis hums and Jack jumps and huffs out a laugh when he feels Dennis’s hand slide down to press into his crease. His other hand joins in, and Dennis is rubbing along his ass, his thumbs pushing into his cleft, occasionally brushing past his rim. His nerves flare back to life when he realizes Dennis has pulled his cheeks apart. He feels a spike of embarrassment followed quickly by a flood of arousal, his dick starting to get interested again.
“Well,” Dennis says behind him, “you get another A for your homework, baby.” One thumb circles Jack’s rim. “I might be inclined to assign you more tasks in the future.”
An image of Dennis as a schoolteacher and Jack as a student floats through his mind, and he gets so wrapped up in how hot that would be, he misses Dennis’s approach. He jerks when he feels a humid breath against his ass, and then the unmistakable sensation of Dennis’s tongue licking at his rim.
“Fuck!” he yelps, his hips jerking.
Dennis just grips his ass tighter, lapping long stripes over his rim. After several strokes, he pulls back.
“As much as I’d love to make a whole fucking meal back here, I want to get my fingers inside you more.”
Jack is left panting as Dennis reaches over for the lube. He drops his head down, his forehead skimming in the bedspread. Dennis shuffles up behind him again.
“Gonna be a little cold here at first.”
Jack feels one of Dennis’s fingers touch his crease and slip down to pet at his rim. The finger is slick and cool, covered in lube. The sensation disappears for a few seconds, then returns, with more lube this time. Jack focuses on breathing in and out as Dennis circles his rim.
It’s not that Jack’s never touched his asshole before. Obviously. Liz had even occasionally pressed on his taint or against his rim during a blowjob. And he knows all about the prostate and how good it’s supposed to feel when stimulated.
But goddamn it, he’s a 50-year-old man feeling like a fucking virgin, shying away at the faintest touch of his lover’s finger. He shakes his head and huffs out another laugh that turns to a moan when Dennis adds some pressure to the center of his rim. He feels the urge to rock his hips backward.
“That’s it, baby,” Dennis murmurs. “Do what feels good.”
Jack nods, unable to use words right now. He pushes back, just a couple inches, and is rewarded with the tip of Dennis’s finger breaching him. He almost chokes on his own spit.
“Doing so good for me, such a good boy,” Dennis says. “How are you feeling?”
“Yeah, good.” Jack nods again.
“Good, good boy,” Dennis breathes out, thrusting his finger deeper inside Jack.
At first, it feels strange. Not bad, but like something’s wrong about the sensation. Once Dennis’s finger slides past his prostate, Jack feels a shower of sparks at the base of his spine and his back arches up. The feeling stops being so strange. His dick plumps up, caught between his thighs and his stomach.
Dennis hums. “There we go. Gonna add another finger, ok?”
“Yeah,” Jack grunts, starting to rock his hips back even more.
It’s a slow progression, but Dennis works up to three fingers, all the way down to his last knuckle. Jack’s face is hot, sweat breaking out along his hairline, as much from the penetration as the flow of praise Dennis keeps up, terms of endearment and words of encouragement filling the bedroom.
“Ok, baby,” Dennis says at some point later.
Jack isn’t sure how long it’s been since he’d gotten Dennis off with his mouth. He’s lost track of time, his existence narrowed down to the words Dennis is saying and the feeling of Dennis’s fingers in his ass.
“I think you’re stretched enough. I need to get my cock inside you.”
“Yeah,” Jack manages to get out, surprised by how scratchy his voice is.
He feels Dennis get down from the bed, the mattress dipping then rebounding. A few minutes later, Dennis is back.
“Are you ok like this, or do you want a different position?”
Jack considers it before making a decision. “Wanna see your face.”
“Yeah,” Dennis agrees, helping him turn over to lie on his back.
“Hi,” he says, his smile soft and bright for Jack.
“Hi,” Jack whispers.
“All right, baby. I’m gonna fuck you now, but remember, something doesn’t feel right, we stop, ok?”
Jack nods, his eyes caught in Dennis’s. He feels Dennis press the tip of his cock to Jack’s rim. He widens his thighs, hooking his legs around Dennis’s waist to give him more room. Then Dennis is slowly pushing forward, his dick spreading Jack’s hole. Jack’s cock is hard, pre-cum starting to bead at the tip. It rests against his belly, twitching and rolling with each movement of Dennis’s hips.
“Fuck,” Dennis mutters, leaning forward on his hands, placed on either side of Jack’s shoulders.
“You’re inside me,” Jack says, feeling his cheeks heat when he hears the awe in his voice.
“Yeah, baby. That’s my cock inside you. Fuck, you’re so tight around me, feel so good.”
Dennis begins rolling his hips, driving his cock deeper inside Jack. Because of its smaller size, it doesn’t take long before Dennis has bottomed out. Jack watches with interest as Dennis grinds his hips against Jack’s, knowing that he’s rubbing his own dick against that spot inside his harness.
“Look at that cock,” Dennis says, his rhythm going a little jerky as his gaze drops to where Jack’s hard dick is leaking steadily against his stomach. “I’d love to ride that cock. I don’t care that I don’t have a prostate, I am getting that cock in my ass.”
Jack moans, thinking about pushing into Dennis’s tight hole. He wonders if Dennis likes having his ass eaten out. He wants to find out.
“I’m close,” Jack mumbles, tipping his hips up even more, trying to get Dennis’s cock farther inside.
“Yeah? You need my hand, baby?”
Jack nods. “Please, Den, please touch me.”
“Yeah,” Dennis says, leaning up to wrap his fingers around Jack’s dick.
He hisses at the sudden pressure, then whimpers when Dennis uses his pre-cum to stroke him at the same pace as he’s snapping his hips. With each thrust, Dennis’s dick is grazing his prostate, lighting him up from the inside. He can feel his orgasm closing in on him.
Jack meets Dennis’s eyes again, the warmth swelling in his chest a very different feeling to the heat pooling in his spine. He feels so connected to Dennis at this moment, like they’ve become one person. He can’t imagine being more aroused, more attracted to Dennis than he is right now.
“Fuck, I want to see you in some lace lingerie. Watch you take my cock in a pair of lace panties,” Dennis says, giving Jack’s dick a twist on the head.
“Wha – ” Jack can barely even process that visual fully before he’s shooting off, cum splattering over his chest and dripping onto Dennis’s hand.
“Oh, shit,” Dennis mutters as his hips stutter. “That was so fucking hot, fuck.”
Dennis’s hips jerk, the arm holding his weight shaking for a couple seconds. Then he sighs, a tired smile spreading across his lips.
“Such a good boy for me.”
Jack’s cock gives a valiant twitch as he watches Dennis lift his hand to his mouth and lick most of Jack’s cum off of it.
“Jesus, kid.”
Dennis smile is sharp, an expression Jack is coming to understand is very dangerous.
“Don’t want to waste it, baby.” He looks down, between Jack’s legs. “I’m gonna pull out now, ok?”
Jack gives a short nod, trying not to wince when Dennis’s cock slides past his rim. He lets his legs fall down to the mattress as Dennis wriggles off the bed and walks into the bathroom. Jack can hear running water and a couple of minutes later, Dennis appears without his strap, carrying a wet washcloth. Jack swallows thickly as Dennis wipes down his skin, cleaning off the rest of his cum, wiping away his sweat.
“So,” Dennis says, as he and Jack turn down the bedspread and climb under the sheets. “What did you think?”
“Well, I definitely want to do that again.”
Dennis laughs suddenly, like he’s surprised.
Jack traces a finger along Dennis’s collarbone. “Did you, uh, did you mean it? About the, er, lace lingerie?”
Dennis doesn’t pause as his fingers comb through Jack’s hair. “Absolutely. This body was made for lace. If I could, I’d drape you in furs and diamonds, too, baby. Though, to be honest, you’ll probably have to buy the lace.”
Jack huffs, shaking his head. “So… is this, are we exclusive now?”
“It is for me. Is that ok with you?”
“Yes,” Jack says quickly, knowing there’s absolutely no way he could stomach sharing Dennis with another man. “Do you imagine sticking around for a while?”
“Oh, baby,” Dennis says, tugging Jack closer so he can lay a line of kisses down his cheek, “I don’t think there’s a force strong enough to keep me away from you.”
Jack’s laughing as Dennis somehow manhandles him to lay on top of Dennis, fitting snug between Dennis’s legs, resting against his chest. He lays his cheek on Dennis’s shoulder, practically purring as Dennis’s fingers card through his hair, stroke down his back.
Three months ago, he could never have imagined where he’d be at this moment. Robby flashes through his mind and Jack wonders whether he and Dennis would have gotten closer without Robby’s sabbatical. He wants to think so, wants to think that they would have found their way to each other eventually.
Damn, he probably owes Robby more than one round of drinks now.
***
When Jack goes in to his next night shift, he endures several rounds of mockery at the visible marks on his neck. He bears it all with grace, glad that no one can see the long scratches covering half his back, or the bruises Dennis had sucked onto his chest. In fact, he’s feeling quite solid about his ability to keep quiet about who had left the marks and by the end of the shift, finds himself enjoying some of the more outrageous speculations.
At least, until the day shift start reporting in and everyone from the night shift gets a look at Dennis.
He sails in from triage, his usual confidence glowing from within. He’s wearing a pale blue undershirt today, which Jack thinks sets off his eyes wonderfully. He walks in with Santos, of course, having finally left Jack’s house as Jack had been leaving for his shift the evening before. Jack thinks he looks beautiful, and his heart swells just a little when Dennis comes to stand a foot away from him, flashing him a quick smile before he looks up at the board.
“You get mauled by a bear, Whitaker?” Ellis shouts across the central hub counter.
“Whoa,” Crus says, his eyes widening.
“What? What’s wrong?” Dennis asks, wiping his nose, running a hand through his curls.
“Do you need some cream for that beard burn?” Shen asks, pointing to the reddened swathe along the side of Dennis’s neck.
Jack’s eyes narrow at Santos as she starts snickering. Ellis immediately homes in on her reaction. Then her wide eyes swing over to meet Jack’s. He has a sinking sensation in his stomach as he sees the wheels turning in real time. Her gaze bounces between Jack and Dennis, who, on second thought, Jack wishes hadn’t elected to stand so close to him.
“Boss? You and Whitaker?”
Jack’s mouth drops open and he’s about to deny it, but then Dennis’s eyes meet his and he can’t help melting a little when he sees the affection and pride shining in them.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he mumbles and Dennis’s lips curl into a soft smile.
Then he freezes, his eyes traveling around the ED floor as understanding spreads out in concentric circles. He groans and closes his eyes as the whispers start around him, ramping up to loud talking as more people from both shifts converge at the central hub.
He opens his eyes again when he feels a nudge against his arm. Dennis sends him a helpless look, shrugging his shoulders. “Oops.”
“Yeah, this cat never had a chance of being in the bag,” Santos says.