Fin

Thinking about trans Dennis who hasn’t shaved since starting his transition.

His mother had always insisted that women were supposed to be hairless, that men preferred their wives to not have body hair. She swore that women having body hair was simply unhygienic— which now, as a medical professional, he knows isn’t true— so the second Dennis started going through puberty, his mother handed him a razor and a bar of soap and told him to keep himself proper. Dennis had scowled but endured it even though he’d get terrible razor bumps and ingrown hairs.

He hated it then and he still hates it now.

Truthfully, he hadn’t really thought about it since leaving Nebraska, a few months before he actually started his transition. The few partners he had prior to med school (all one night stands) hadn’t been that put off by body hair, so Dennis figured that shaving was purely for cosmetic purposes, and that his mother’s bullshit agenda was just that; an agenda, propaganda to scare him as a child.

It never really clicked to him that, like his mother insisted, some people might actually prefer their partners to be groomed.

When he started Dating Michael Robinavitch, who tells Dennis that he’s a MUNCH (Dennis had never heard that term before and had turned an embarrassing shade of fire truck red when it had been explained to him), and gets his first taste of heaven in the form of Robby’s tongue parting through his folds, lapping at his cunt and wrapping his lips around Dennis’s dick, the idea of shaving goes straight out of the window as he cums so hard the first time, that he pulls on poor Robby’s hair so violently that the older man yelps.

Robby has never complained about his pubic hair. He’s a hairy guy himself, which Dennis adores, so obviously Dennis doesn’t consider the possibility that his boyfriend may not like how bushy he is.

Until, during one very odd shift, he meets a drunken patient who comes in with his (equally as drunk) pals. Talking shit about women’s bodies like they are objects and not people.

“I’m telling you, man!” Dennis overhears one of them say, “some bush is okay, but, like, at least trim the hedges, you know? Went down on her and found a pube in my mouth, total fucking turn off.”

Dennis stills instantly, listening into the conversation as a round of agreement and laughter spills behind the cracked door.

“I prefer ‘em bald.” The patient says, “especially if I’m eating her out.”

Dennis’s brow furrows as the third one adds a comment. “God forbid she has ass hair! I mean, Jesus! You remember Allison? From Chem?”

There’s another round of laughter and shame forms a pit in Dennis’s stomach as the revelation hits. Would Robby prefer him to be hairless? Dennis is on testosterone, his whole lower body is covered in blonde hairs. Does he find it disgusting?

There’s a flare of panic, and suddenly thoughts are running through his mind as he compares his hairy body to the likes of these hairless women that the drunk guys are discussing.

He is quieter for the rest of shift. Quiet enough that Trinity notices almost immediately.

“Okay, what’s up with you?” She asks when they’re chatting. “You’ve got that sad mouse look.”

“I do not have a ‘sad mouse’ look!”

“Do too.” He bites the inside of his lip, head tucking slightly. She instantly goes from slightly joking to straight up concerned. “Dennis? Seriously? What’s wrong?”

“I—“ how does he even go about explaining this, “do you shave?”

She blinks at him. “What?”

“You know— like… down there?”

“I hardly believe that’s your business.” She folds her arms across her chest.

“It’s not— argh— I’ve just been thinking about shaving again, it’s getting to be… too much?”

Trinity raises a skeptical brow. “Uh-huh. Any specific reason why? Are you doing this for yourself? Or for someone else?”

“Myself.” He lies meekly. “I just- it’s been a while, and I get really bad razor bumps, so—“

“Have you ever thought about waxing?” She interrupts.

“Waxing?”

Trinity shrugs. “Yeah? I go to this place called the Wax Bar, the one that’s a few blocks from our apartment, and they’re pretty good.”

“Doesn’t it hurt though?”

“Only for like thirty minutes, then it’s smooth sailing. Figurative and literally.” She grins at him, “I’m going there tomorrow if you want to come?”

He contemplates it for a moment. Then he recalls the men’s conversation from earlier, immediately followed by the made up image of Robby’s face curled in disgust, and agrees. “yeah, alright. Let’s do it.”

Let it be known that Trinity Santos is a complete liar.

Dennis figures that out pretty quickly when the first strip of wax has him yelling expletives that would have his mama washing his mouth out with soap if she’d heard him.

By the end of the session with the very lovely older Russian woman named Lana —who Dennis almost decked at several points, but that’s not relevant— his crotch is red hot and sticking uncomfortably to his boxers.

“You’re walking like you’ve just gotten off of a horse.” She snorts when he glares at her.

“What happened to ‘it doesn’t hurt that bad’?” He hisses.

“Oh quit it. You’re such a baby!”

“This can’t be normal.” He groans, “it feels like fire.”

“It’ll calm down,” she laughs as they get into the car to go home. (Well, Trinity gets into the car, Dennis moves so gingerly that trinity rolls her eyes.)

She’s right. It does calm down. But it took baby oil, and some frozen peas for it to finally stop pulsing.

“How’s it feeling, Huck?” Trinity enters the bathroom without warning while he’s inspecting himself in the mirror. He wraps his towel back around himself, barely managing to conceal himself before she barges in.

“Jesus!” He shouts.

She whistles, clearly catching sight of his naked form just as he covers himself. “Looking smoother than a baby seal!”

“Is the concept of privacy nonexistent for you?”

“Basically.” She shrugs, continuing into the bathroom. “Hope you aren’t planning on seducing our boss tonight, you’re supposed to wait at least 24 hours before having sex after getting a fresh wax.”

He sputters, cheeks going red. “I am not—! We aren’t—! Ugh, you’re impossible!”

He storms out while she cackles.

Dennis does, in fact, not go over Robby’s that night. He wants to, desperately, he wants to, but he refrains. Even when Robby shoots him a text, asking if he’s coming around tonight, he declines. (It’s a hardship on both their parts, but Dennis promises that he’ll come over tomorrow with a surprise, which Robby seems very enthusiastic about.)

He spends the whole night tossing and turning with slight anxiety, then following morning he is hyping himself up in his full length mirror while trying to figure out what to wear.

He settles for the crotchless panties he’d bought himself years ago that he’d never worn, but thought they were too pretty to throw away. It had been hiding in the back of his closet, and Dennis is surprised that they still fit.

The fabric is light blue, satin, with lace on the trim, and a cute bow that sits on the top of his ass. He didn’t dress like this. Ever. But, even he has to admit that it is quite a sight.

“Robby’s going to love it!” He whispers reassurances to himself the whole bus ride to his boyfriend’s townhouse as he fiddles with the hem of his (Robby’s) worn out t-shirt.

He’s feeling very brave when he gets to Robby’s doorstep. Unfortunately, the bravery starts to wane when Robby opens the door and smiles at him.

Dennis doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of seeing the way Robby’s eyes light up when Dennis is in his presence. The way his crows feet become more pronounced, the summertime warmth of his brown irises… he’s so beautiful it’s physically painful to look at him sometimes.

“Hi, Sweetheart.” Dennis blushes at the moniker. Robby’s hand shoots out to grab the younger man by the shirt and pulls him into his arms as he shuts the door behind them.

Dennis grins, standing on his tiptoes to kiss Robby on the lips. “Missed you.”

“Yeah?” Robby chuckles, rubbing the tip of his nose with Dennis’s. “You should’ve come over last night then.”

“I couldn’t.” Robby pulls away, giving Dennis a questioning glance.

“Is this about my surprise?” He asks cheekily.

Dennis’s heart speeds up a bit. He tries to smother the anxiety with false confidence. Fake it til you make it, or however the saying goes.

He nods shyly. Then without warning he toes off his sneakers, and undoes his belt. Robby grabs his hands, joking, “Christ, give a man some warning before you go stripping in my foyer!”

“It’s necessary for your… surprise.”

Robby cocks his head to the side, then his eyes widen comically. “Den, please tell me you got my name tattooed on your ass.”

“What?” He asked bewildered. “No! Why the fuck would I get your name tattooed on my ass? And why the hell are you so damn excited about that?”

He shrugs. “I’m possessive.”

No shit.

“Alright, if it isn’t my name tattooed on your body —which I encourage, by the way—“

“Freak.” Dennis mutters midway through his sentence earning a smack on his butt.

“Then what is it?”

Dennis rolls his eyes and pulls his pants down, stepping out of them entirely to show off his panties and hairless pussy to his boyfriend. Dennis tries to look more enticing than he feels, especially under Robby’s watchful eyes.

He could see in real time the immediate reaction Robby has the second he spots Dennis’s bare cunt because the man, honest-to-god, drops to his knees and glares at Dennis’s body like it has personally offended him.

The silence is deafening, Robby’s hands are on Dennis’s hips, unmoving. Dennis begins to squirm under his critique.

Fingers drift from his left hip to the bands of the underwear that sits on either side of his pussy. “What- what did you do?”

Shame and insecurity pull at Dennis’s navel. Like a skittish animal, he goes to retreat. To put his pants back on, to tell Robby to forget this ever happened, but Robby locks an arm around the back of his knees, keeping him in place.

“I—“ Dennis gulped nervously. “I got waxed.”

Robby pets the smooth skin, “no, I see that. But… why?”

“I thought you’d like it.” He bites his lower lip, “do you not like it?”

He’s silent once again and Dennis really wants to bolt now, the embarrassment too much for him to handle.

“My poor baby,” Robby whines from below, voice breaking as though it was genuinely an emotional moment. “He’s so cold.”

“He? Wha—? Oh!” Dennis lets out a noise of surprise when Robby starts placing kisses against his inner thighs, one hand slipping the pretty panties off of his body.

“These are really nice, Sweetheart. I don’t want you to ruin them.” Robby mutters into his skin. Then he presses his nose and mouth onto the younger man’s cunt, inhaling deeply and frowning.

“Not going to lie, you’re giving me really mixed signals right now.” Dennis admits. Robby doesn’t spare him a glance, too focused on mapping out the bare pussy in front of him.

“He’s so naked. Doesn’t smell like you.” The attending pouts. “You butchered my boy, my sweet baby.”

Dennis rolls his eyes at Robby’s ridiculous performance. “Why the hell did you do this?”

“I…” Dennis’s nerves flare again, uncertain how to answer. “I heard some guys talking about hair down there and that men don’t really like that.”

Robby looks at him like he’s lost his mind as he keeps rambling. “And I just thought, we haven’t really discussed body hair, and you going down on me must be kinda gross because I am- was- so hairy. I figured maybe I ought to do a little… maintenance.”

“Have I ever given you any indication that I dislike your bush?” Robby asks genuinely.

“Well, no, but—“

“I’m a grown man.” Robby states. “I can handle a jungle.”

“Yeah, but those guys—“ he tries to argue.

“Are fucking babies if they don’t eat cunt just cause they’re scared of a little pubic hair.” Robby licks at Dennis’s cock, still somewhat sensitive from the waxing despite how long it’s been since he got it done. “This is nice, don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the sentiment, but I want you au natural. Don’t ever do this to my poor baby again.”

Robby smothers himself in Dennis’s pussy, eating him out right there against the doorframe. Making him whine, purr, beg, shout, cum all over his beard and lips til he’s dripping on the floor tiles below.

When Robby stands with a groan, knees cracking, he takes a flushed and dazed Dennis by the hands and smiles down at him lovingly.

“If you ever shave or wax my poor pussy again, I swear to god I will shave my beard. Then we’ll both be sad.” He punctuated the threat with a kiss and a pat to Dennis’s head. “Move it, Whitaker, I gotta keep him warm.”

Dennis stumbles stupidly down the hall, following his boyfriend to the bedroom with only one thought. He cannot go hairless again. As much as he loves Robby, Dennis is entirely sure that he will actually cry if he shaves his beard.

When he catches up with Robby, both void of all clothing, Robby looks down at Dennis’s pussy and sighs. “Next time, just get the fucking tattoo.”

1.) He discovered this one early into their relationship, when the sex came easier than the actual emotions of it all. When Jack would grip Dennis's hips with his massive hands and dig his thumbs into the divot of Dennis's hips where the nerves there made him tremble. Dennis tried to grip anything else- the pillows, the sheets, his own hair, before one particular down stoke and Jack's thing with his tongue made Dennis's back bow off the bed. His hands flew down before he could control it, tangling in his silver curls and tugging. Even if he hadn't heard the moan that Jack let out, the vibrations of it down his shaft made Dennis squirm as he gasped out his name. Jack only came up for air once Dennis had came down his throat, shaking apart in his grip. A faint flicker of curiosity crossed Dennis's brain as he tugged on the curls covering the crown of his head. Jack groaned, his eyelids drooping for a second as the feeling rocked through him before his eyes darted up to Dennis's and he let out a huff of air. He continued his crawl up to bracket Dennis with his arms, craning his neck down.

"Jesus kid, warn a guy." He croaked, pressing a kiss to Dennis's lips. "Are- are you blushing? Do you like when I do that?" Dennis asked when they parted, still a little breathless and now a little coy at his discovery. It was clear now- a blush colored the man's tan, freckled cheeks. "Den-nis-" Jack started, only to groan out the second syllable as Dennis tugged again. Dennis grinned and leaned up to kiss him. "That's hot." "It's childish, is what it is. 50 years old and I still like getting my hair pulled like I'm a teenager." Jack grumbled into Dennis's neck, trying to kiss down Dennis's neck in a way he knew would distract him, the bastard.

"No it's not, it's hot. Stupid hot. I like making you a little crazy, you do it to me all the time." Dennis whined as Jack's teeth worried at the skin by his collarbone. "Hey, you're doing that on purpose-!" "If you can talk still I'm not doing my job right, honey." Jack mumbled into his skin, kissing down his chest as Dennis huffed out a sigh of exasperation and let it go. He'd tuck it into his back pocket for later.

2.) To say that he was caught off guard by the smell of chocolate and Guinness when he stepped into his home was an understatement. He felt his breath snag somewhere, maybe on his ribs, maybe on the ragged edges of the hole his wife had left, as he tried not to stumble his way into the kitchen. Seeing Dennis's broad back and curly dark blonde hair as some easy listening played in the background brought an odd mix of heart warming affection and gentle melancholy. Dennis looked over his shoulder and smiled brightly.

"Hey! Sorry, I- hands were full with frosting stuff, I didn't hear you come in!" Dennis gingerly set down the piping bag and walked around the island to give him a peck on the cheek. "I hope it's okay I'm making a mess in here, I just.. um, I found this recipe? And I thought since it was your birthday tomorrow I'd make it?" From the small box of recipes tucked into the corner on the counter by the kitchenaid that had been collecting dust was a recipe for "Jack's Birthday Cake." Jack took it from Dennis's hold and thumbed the round edge. Seeing Liz's handwriting on that beaten up little index card squeezed Jack's heart just a bit.

"Yeah- yeah, Den, go nuts. Ask Robby, I could probably burn water if I tried to bake something." He mustered up, giving Dennis back the card as he peered at the cake still half-frosted on the counter. "Lord knows this stuff just collects dust otherwise. I got it to be used." God, when did Dennis get so close to his sore spots? "I know it's not your birthday yet but- do you want to have some now?" "It's close enough. Only, what, a couple more hours?" "17, actually." "Mm, semantics."

Jack slid onto a stool as Dennis plated a few slices. He could tell Dennis was nervous about his reaction as he cut into the moist looking cake with his fork and brought it to his mouth.

It was just as delicious as he remembered it. Jack savored the bite before swallowing it and clearing his throat a bit of the rich frosting. "I haven't… it's been a while since I've had this, I'm- thank you, sweetheart." Jack blinked away the concerning prickly burn in his eyes- Jesus should he get checked for something?- as Dennis's smile softened and he gave Jack another longer, gentler kiss.

3.) "I should have known you had ulterior motives." Jack grumbled as he smacked Dennis's wandering hand away, breaking their kiss as Dennis chuckled. "You fuckin' menace." "Am I not allowed to enjoy my boyfriend's assets?" Dennis asked with a small pout as he wiggled out of his jeans, tossing them in a small pile in the corner of the bathroom. "I'm getting harassed by my coworker half my age, I should report you to HR." "I'm your- yeah, you know what, go ahead. Tell them I keep you in the basement too." The sound of the water hitting the tile filled the room with white noise while he unfolded the shower bench. "Yeah, this kid gropes my ass and keeps a disabled vet in his basement. I get food and water, sunlight on the weekends." "Who gave you internet access? I took your phone away when you tried to call the cops." "Santos shows me TikToks when I'm allowed out to go to work." Jack smiled at Dennis's giggle, standing up to hold out an arm for Jack to take. Dennis grunted as Jack pulled himself up and grabbed the bar with his other hand, lowering himself carefully onto the bench. "Don't you ever grunt again when helping me up, you're making me feel fat."

Jack harrumphed as Dennis laughed again, giggling over his grumblings as he settled on the shower floor between Jack's legs. Suds began sluicing over Dennis's shoulders as Jack worked his hands through Dennis's curls, the soft citrus scent steaming the air as Dennis closed his eyes and hummed. He almost missed it- the way Dennis tilted his head and pressed his lips to the skin of his calf while he was tilting Dennis's head forward to suds up the curls at his nape. He huffed as he felt his cheeks prickle with what he knew was a blush. "You sap." He murmured, tugging on his curls lightly and making him straighten again. "Mmm, yeah." Dennis turned himself around and took his calf in his hand, dipping his head to press a firmer kiss to his shin. Jack hated how it made his stomach flip. "Oh my god, I gotta beat you off with a stick." Jack spluttered, jerking his leg out of Dennis's hold. "What's gotten into you?" "Just want to kiss my boyfriend, is that illegal?" Dennis pouted up at him. Jack leaned over him to unhook the shower head from the wall and brought it over his hair instead of answering.

4.) Jack never wanted Dennis to feel like he wished he was a woman.

He still liked lingerie, was the problem. He liked when his wife would put on something pretty in whatever color she decided to wear. He kind of missed the feel of his on his hands when he would pet her sides, or the thrill of seeing the strap peak over the waistline of her pants. He liked seeing her shine with that kind of soft confidence of wearing something pretty just for herself.

Dennis had those moments, but it was things like sneakers or a new button up he felt good in. And that was fine. He loved seeing Dennis confident in what he wore.

The incident occurred on his birthday. Dennis had been weird and giggly all morning, rocking on the balls of his feet as Jack finished the breakfast Dennis had made him before saying that he had Jack's gift upstairs. He remembered being a little touched that Dennis made sure to shuffle his feet as he walked behind him, that he expected the hands that went over his eyes and Dennis's voice trying for something sultry as he murmured, "Wanna see your gift?"

It was a joke. It was obviously a joke. The way the cups of the bra gaped from his chest with nothing to fill them, to the glimpse of his dick not even fitting in the tiny lace panties the outfit came with. It all said that Dennis had grabbed it off the rack without a second thought to if it would actually fit.

That didn't make Jack's harsh inhale any less obvious. That didn't stop his eyes roving over the delicate pink lace of the babydoll that fell over his abs and the jut of his hipbones, softened it into something that Jack wanted to sink his teeth into. His eyes darted up to Dennis's face, waiting for the goofy smile or "gotcha!" or any sign that this wasn't what he thought it was. Dennis's eyes were on his face as Jack wiped his sweaty palms on his sweatpants and shifted slightly. "Oh- you really like this, huh?" Dennis stepped forward and came to a stop between Jack's legs. "Dennis-" Jack croaked as the man took his hands and put them around his waist. "You can touch, you know. It's your gift." He murmured. Jack nodded slowly where his eyes were still locked onto Dennis's abs, sweeping his thumbs over the straps of the panties and swallowing thickly. "You're gonna kill me, angel."

5.) It was a thing on TikTok that Trinity had sent him with the message, "you should see what Jack does."; a couple walking to the car when the obvious passenger princess hops into the driver's seat while their partner watched incredulously. Usually the person would say something smarmy like "hop in, princess, I've got you." and the rest of the video would be the chaos that ensued. It was funny. Dennis asked why Trinity couldn't do it and she said that Baran locked the car doors until she was right next to the driver's side.

(Most likely due to Trinity's insane driving, but that was something Dennis kept to himself.)

It popped into his head while they were walking back from a dinner date, fingers interlocked as they made their way back to Jack's Santa Fe and climbed inside. It was on impulse that his fingers reached down and plucked the car keys from Jacks' hand and twirled the keychain around his index finger. Jack looked at him, his eyebrow cocked in disbelief. "And where do you think you're driving with those, Den?" "I'm driving us home tonight, actually." Dennis replied smoothly. The pedals had been fitted so that Jack could control the gas with his left foot instead of his right, but Dennis wasn't actually planning on driving anyways. Dennis reached over and gripped the meat of his thigh, squeezing it. "I've got it, princess." If they weren't enclosed in the car and close to him, he probably wouldn't have caught the hitch to his breath as Jack stumbled over his words. "Ha-ha, very funny Den. Gimme the keys." Dennis stopped and looked at him, his face slowly stretching into a sly grin. Jack's face looked like a fucking tomato, looking doggedly at the keys or at the car's counsel. "Did you like that, princess?" He purred, watching Jack's face as he scoffed and his ears slowly reddened. "I'll give you the keys if you admit it." "How about you give me the keys and I don't spank your ass red at home?" Jack answered, over-the-top gruff and huffy. Dennis grinned in triumph as though that had been the only answer he needed before he gave him the keys. Jack took them and turned, pinching Dennis's arm and earning a yelp as Dennis buckled into the passenger side seat. (Dennis glowered at Trinity when she laughed at how gingerly he sat the next night.)

+1.) Dennis had prepped a lot for this.

Getting the right lighting, twisting and contorting his body this way and that, trying to figure out his phone timer, making sure he didn't look like he was straining his body, remembering to fix his face from concentrated to lustful. How the fuck did girls do this regularly? It was worth it seeing himself splayed out in beautiful nude glory, chest arched up so you could make out his stiff nipples through the bralette and abs on tasteful display, leading down to his hard cock and legs carefully bent just so. He didn't even wait to change out of the lingerie before sending it to Jack, his heart pounding as he thought about how he'd react when he saw it. He let out a giddy little laugh as he sent it with the text, "Got something new but couldn't wait to show you :( " before throwing his phone somewhere on the bed.

Fuck, just thinking about Jack opening his phone and then clutching it to his chest again. Would he peak at it throughout his shift? have to adjust himself in his scrubs thinking about Dennis waiting for him at home all wanton and needy? he thinks he got a good glimpse of the plug nestled into his hole, maybe he would daydream about coming home and waking him up with his cock in Dennis's hole. The vibrating pattern of Jack's ringtone made Dennis sit upright, staring at the device as that giddiness rose up in him again. He almost didn't want to look, Jesus Christ. With bated breath he opened his phone and looked at the text, biting his lip as he read- A thumbs up.

A thumbs up on his nude.

With a follow up text of "Nice."

"What the fuck?" Dennis blurted out to the empty room, the giddiness fizzling out into cool disappointment. He put on this itchy as fuck lace and posed for a whole half hour just for a fucking "Nice"?! He scoffed and stomped to the bathroom to change back into the college t-shirt and boxers he had on. ("I was flustered, baby, I was, it was the hottest thing I've ever seen! I didn't know how to reply, that's how much you broke my brain, sweetheart!" Jack would later wheedle, borderline whine as Dennis scowled at him and rolled his eyes. "More than a fucking 'nice' would have been fine." Dennis huffed, rolling on his side to face away from him. A hand on his ankle made him yelp as Jack dragged him bodily across the bed, bracketing him in with his arms. "Lemme show you how much I loved it, please?" He asked, brow furrowed and body stock still as he waited for Dennis's response.

"You fuckin' better.")

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“So, Don’t hate me. But I gotta cancel. I’m sorry, but Benton offered to help me study.” Dennis let out a soft sigh, feeling tears brim in the corners of his eyes. This has been happening almost every week now. He wants to spend time with his boyfriend, especially after not seeing him in almost a week. Their schedules are so hard to line up because they aren’t working in the same hospital, and John is on his surgical rotation.

“Ok- yeah, that’s fine. I gotta go back to work now.” He knows he shouldn’t be too upset by this, but Dennis always made time for people while in med school. He just doesn’t like that John has been spending so much time with Benton. 

 “Sorry, Den, love you.” Dennis sighed, hanging up his phone, shaking his head in frustration. He is always making time for Benton; it’s always something to do with Peter Benton. Shouldn’t he, his own boyfriend, be a higher priority than a first-year surgical resident?

A few tears did escape his eyes, letting them drip down his cheeks. He stood in the corner of the breakroom, lost in his own mind, waiting to understand why his boyfriend now had some newfound interest in his colleague. They hadn’t run into this problem before; John had always made time for him, and he never had to question his importance. 

The door flew open, breaking the silence of the room. Robby’s broad frame came through the door, holding his coffee mug. “Oh- hey, Whittaker.”

Dennis quickly wiped away his tears, trying to fix up his appearance in front of one of his boyfriend’s Dads. “Hey, Robby. There’s a fresh pot of coffee; Princess made it.” Dennis avoided looking at the man, staring at the bulletin board instead. 

He could feel the older man’s gaze; he could feel the concern radiating off of him, knowing a few questions were coming his way. He didn’t want to talk to the man about his relationship problems with his boyfriend’s father. It wasn’t really the man’s business, quite frankly, but maybe it could bring him some insight into the new behaviour his boyfriend has adopted.

“Everything ok?” Robby raised his eyebrows, waiting for the younger man’s reply. He inched closer to Dennis, letting him take control of how the conversation goes. He hadn’t seen anything happen to him during their shift together; he knew that no patient had died so far today on their shift, and he could only assume that it had to do with his and Jack’s son John.

“Just- um, John cancelled again. It’s stupid, I know he is busy with his surgical rotation.” Dennis's voice sounded wet, trying to lighten the mood by chuckling at the end of his sentence. “ I shouldn’t complain to you about your son. I’ll be over it in a few minutes.”

“Den-” That’s all Robby could say before Dennis cut him off. “No, it’s ok. I gotta get back to my patients.” Dennis picked himself back up, sighing heavily, walking towards the door. He was embarrassed by his small meltdown over his boyfriend. 

As Dennis left the room, Jack passed him on his way out, offering a small smile, “Hey, Den.” he gave a nod in return, quickly disappearing into the mess of the ED.

Jack saw Robby pouring coffee into his mug, glancing up at his husband with a distasteful look on his face. “Uh oh, what happened?” Jack started. He got there early for shift change, wanting to see his husband for a little bit before he had to throw himself into work.

“John is being an asshole to Dennis.” Robby spat, feeling anger bubbling in his stomach. He had a feeling that his son was up to something that was definitely not concerning medical school.

“What did he do this time?” Jack quirked an eyebrow, walking closer to his husband, taking a sip out of his mug. 

“ He cancelled on him again. Poor kid had tear streaks down his cheeks.” He had overheard John talking to someone over the phone the other night, and he heard something he probably shouldn’t have. “Remember when the other night? I think he might be cheating on Dennis.” Robby sighed, looking at his husband who was now standing directly in front of him.

“For fuck sake, seriously? You really think he’d stoop that low? Did Den mention anything?” Jack scoffed, frustrated at their son’s actions. They already had an opinion on the way he treated Dennis; this was just adding fuel to the fire.

“No, he didn’t, but you can just tell he thinks something is going on. I don’t like the way John is treating him.” Saying his son’s name left a nasty taste on his mouth, just disappointed with his son’s choices. 

John was Robby’s biological son; his best friend from childhood really wanted a kid, and Robby agreed to father her son. They had known each other since childhood, and she was also the only person in his life who knew he was gay. When John was 3 years old, Jack adopted him after Robby, and he got married. Kathy was very present in their lives until John hit 18 and went off to college; she moved to a different city with her wife, keeping in contact with them. 

“I know, babe, but there’s not much we can do. He’s an adult, and we can’t ask Kath to talk some sense into him. We shouldn’t do or say anything to Den until we know for sure that John is stepping out on their relationship.”

~

The same incident kept occurring; it was a regular occurrence now. It had gotten to the point where Dennis hadn’t seen John in over a week, and he was growing frustrated at his lack of communication and attention.

Dennis was supposed to go back to John’s after work to finally see him and sleep over. He hadn’t heard from John all day, which he interpreted as a good sign.

He was actually going to see his boyfriend this week. The anticipation was a great motivator to get through his workday, knowing his boyfriend waited for him.

The ED was packed all day, like it is all day every day, people swarming in and out constantly. Dennis was looking forward to shift change, ready to head out and have the next few days off. This is the first time all week that he isn’t going back to his and Trin’s apartment.

He had packed an overnight bag, lugging it to work with him. He usually catches a ride with Trinity home, or if Robby or Jack were working, he’d get a ride with them back to their home to spend time with John.

This time neither older man was working, leaving Dennis to take the bus over to his boyfriend’s house. It wasn’t a long ride, maybe 15 minutes; he could just walk, but he had no desire to lug his overnight bag for 2 kilometres.

The cold fresh air hit his skin as he stepped out through the doors near the ambulance bay. The sun was starting to set as he made his walk towards the closest bus stop. He stood beside the pole, waiting for the bus to hopefully arrive in the next five minutes. 

There were no new notifications on his phone, nothing to signal that John wouldn’t be there when he got there. He sent a quick text, saying he was on his way, before shoving it into his back pocket and getting on the bus that just pulled up.

Only having three stops before his, he grew excited. He couldn’t wait to spend time with John, wanting to be close to his boyfriend. They haven’t slept over together in ages; he had missed sleeping next to a warm body; he missed the feeling of someone else.

As the houses grew more familiar each street, his stop was next. He quickly got off, thanking the bus driver. It was a short two-minute walk to get to the house; he practically ran from excitement.

He knocked on the door before opening it. He had been there so many times before that it was normal for him to just walk in.

“Hey!” Dennis announced, dropping his bag down, taking his shoes off and hanging up his jacket.

“Oh, hey, Den. Um- did John not tell you? He isn’t going to be home tonight,” Robby said from the recliner. 

Dennis' face dropped, and a look of shock was all over his face. He was dumbfounded; his boyfriend hadn’t said anything to him about not being home; they even confirmed the arrangement in the morning.

“W-what? He didn’t tell me that. We had spoken about me coming here right after work,” Dennis looked around the home, seeing Jack in the kitchen, and his boyfriend was nowhere to be seen once again.

Frustration was evident across his face trying to understand why his boyfriend decided to not tell him about their change in plans. He would have just gone home with Trin. He didn’t want to disturb his boyfriend’s Dads; they probably had plans tonight, just like he thought he’d have.

He hasn’t had sex with John in like two months now, and he missed the affection his boyfriend once gave him. 

“Shit, sorry kiddo. He told us last night that he wasn’t going to be home,” Robby sighed from his spot. The older man took off his glasses, closed his book, and pushed the leg back in before standing up. He walked towards Dennis in their foyer. “ Jack is cooking dinner; why don’t you stay for dinner anyway?” Robby offered. He picked up his duffle bag, moving it to the hallway leading to the bedrooms. 

“I’d appreciate it. I didn’t take anything out for dinner.” Dennis followed behind the taller man, leading them to the kitchen where Jack stood.

“Babe, guess who is here. Our son decided to be an asshole again,” Robby muttered as he stood beside Jack at the stove.

“You’re kidding? He told us he was going to Den’s tonight. Why would he lie about that?” Jack scoffed, looking over at his husband as he moved the food around. Jack didn’t know that Dennis stood in the kitchen, hearing the comment he made.

“Jack,” Robby whispered, tilting his head towards the younger man who stood near the island.

They both saw the way Dennis’ face crumbled, his fears becoming reality with just a few words. Dennis rubbed his face with his hands, sighing into them, trying to blink away the tears.

“Shit, I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Jack hadn’t meant for that to be heard; they weren’t certain yet that John was cheating on Dennis. They were pretty sure that was the case, but they didn’t want to be the ones to break the news to the man.

“No, no, it’s ok. He is probably just tired from school and got things mixed up. I’ll give him a call later.” Dennis tried to make excuses for his boyfriend, not wanting this situation to humiliate him even more.

He didn’t see the two men give each other looks, knowing that their son was most likely out cheating on Dennis with Peter Benton.

Jack and Robby were really disappointed with their son, not understanding his behaviour. Dennis is such a sweet kid; he is kind, loving, selfless, eager to help anyone; he deserves so much better.

“Den, why don’t you go downstairs to the bar and grab something for us to drink for dinner? There’s a bunch of different drinks down there, even bottles of wine.” Jack suggested.

As they watched Dennis disappear down the staircase, Robby finally spoke when he knew the younger man would be out of earshot. “Are we going to do what we planned?”

They were all sitting at the dinner table, enjoying the meal that Jack had prepared for them. Jack was a great cook; it was one of the things he looked forward to enjoying when he came and visited. 

“Thanks for cooking, Jack. I really appreciate you both letting me impose on your evening,” Dennis chimed in; he hadn’t been participating in the conversation prior.

He had been trying to hold back tears the entire dinner; he was so upset, basically being stood up. He was just really looking forward to spending time with his boyfriend; now he is stuck watching his boyfriend’s hot dads being all lovey-dovey while he pouts silently.

“Anytime, Den. You’re always welcome here.” Jack smiled, taking a sip of the wine that Dennis had picked out.

“Den, we should tackle the clean up. Why don’t you just stay here tonight? You can sleep in the guest room or John’s, whatever you’d like.” Robby proposed.

To be quite honest, both older men wanted Dennis to stay the night so they could ease their way into getting the younger man in their bed. To show him how he should be treated and cared for. 

“Are you sure? I really don’t want to disturb your night even more.” Dennis felt guilty staying in the home without his boyfriend being there.

“Of course, Kiddo. Let’s go tackle the clean-up. You can go shower after and join us on the couch. We were planning on either watching a game or a movie,” Robby stood up, picking up a few things.

Jack wandered off to the living room, leaving Robby and Dennis in the kitchen. There wasn’t much to clean up; Jack likes to clean as he cooks because the mess bugs him.

“You wash? I dry?” Robby inquired.

Dennis started to fill the sink up with hot water, adding soap to the mix.

“I’m sorry about John. I know it means nothing coming from me, but you’re always welcome here.” Robby said, breaking the silence, putting a plate into a cabinet.

“It-it’s not your fault. I’m just getting frustrated because he keeps spending time with Benton. I know I should be happy he is making new friends, but I should still be a priority to him.” Dennis tried to hold back tears; he missed his boyfriend. He knew something was up: the change in behaviour, the cancelling and all the excuses.

He knew the patterns of cheaters; he’d seen his friends deal with it. He always wished that he’d never end up in this situation.

“I know, hun.” Robby’s voice was laced with sympathy.

Dennis felt a firm hand on his lower back, rubbing in circular motions. His gaze moved to meet Robby’s, letting the man comfort him.

He really tried to hold back his tears; he really did, but this had been the first form of affection he had received in weeks. The dam finally broke, and tears fell down his cheeks.

“Ugh, I’m sorry.” Dennis cried; he was embarrassed. He shouldn’t be crying to his soon-to-be ex-boyfriend's dad. 

“None of that; it’s ok to be sad,” Robby pulled him into a hug, letting the younger man cry into his chest. “ I know it’s hard to understand why someone would do that. You’ll never understand it because you’d never do that to someone else,” Robby placed a gentle kiss on Dennis's forehead, rubbing his back gently, helping him calm down.

“ I’ll finish up the dishes. Why don’t you go get cleaned up? Meet us in the living room?” Robby pulled away from the hug, offering the man a soft smile before sending him down the hall.

Once he saw that Dennis was down the hall, he finished up the dishes before heading over to his husband.

“He’s pretty upset, Jack,” Robby said as he sat beside him on the couch. 

“I mean, I’d be pretty upset too.” Jack gently grabbed Robby’s hand, pulling him closer, cuddling up together.

“Do you still want to do this? Are we sure he is up for this?” Jack questioned, pulling Robby’s attention away from the TV.

“I think we are in for a little surprise. I don’t think he realizes how obvious he is,” Robby chuckled.

They’ve had this planned for a while now, for as long as they’ve known about John’s affair.

“Ok then, baby. We better get started before that shower turns off,” Jack pulled Robby into a kiss, pulling him onto his lap.

They took it slowly, kissing each other gently. Their lips moved against each other, enjoying the way it felt to be so close.

Robby let out a soft gasp when the shower turned off, Jack taking this opportunity to push his tongue inside. Robby moaned into the kiss, pushing against Jack so his neck rested against the arm rest. Robby’s arm rested on the sides of Jack’s head as the kiss deepened.

“Mikey, baby, you gotta wait for him to come down first. You gotta be patient, baby,” Jack breathed into the kiss, guiding Robby to calm down.

Jack’s hands kneaded Robby’s ass, his hands had made their way inside the man’s pants. Pulling left whines from his mouth, as their tongues explored each other’s mouths.

Their cocks were growing from the anticipation, knowing Dennis would be back any minute. He’ll see them moaning in each other’s mouths, and Jack is especially excited to show Dennis how needy Robby is.

“Jackie, please I need more,” Robby whined, rutting against Jack’s stomach, moaning softly against his lips. 

A harsh slap was welcomed to Robby’s ass, a soft whine escaped, as Jack pulled him back into a kiss. “Mikey, be patient. I’ll make you watch the entire time if you keep this up,” Jack whispered.

Their soft pants preoccupied them from hearing Dennis’s footsteps. The man had no idea what he was about to walk in on. 

As the living room came to view, Dennis had a full view of what the older men were doing. His jaw dropped at the sight of Robby and Jack. He could hear the sound of their wet kiss, he could see the saliva coating their mouths and Robby’s beard. It was sinful, it was exhilarating, it was something he shouldn’t be seeing.

“Oh shit, sorry,” Dennis gasped, quickly looking away. 

“Fuck sorry, Den. We got a little carried away,” Jack chuckled, pushing Robby off of him. They pretended that they didn’t mean to get caught, moving spots quickly, leaving room for Dennis to sit between them.

“Here, babe, come sit. Forget about that,” Robby fixed his clothes, patting the seat beside him.

Dennis’s face was flushed pink; the tips of his ears were too. He was embarrassed once again for walking in on them, but also just as turned on to see both the older men in that state.

He sat down between them, averting his gaze to just the TV. “What are we planning on watching?” Dennis asked.

He wasn’t paying attention to anything the older men said, just mindlessly agreeing to their comments.

Maybe he is just sexually frustrated or something, but he can’t stop thinking about having the two men kiss him like that. He hasn’t kissed anyone in over 2 weeks, and the last time he and John had sex had to have been months ago.

Well sure, Jack and Robby were very handsome, and they were his usual type, but he feels dirty being attracted to his boyfriend’s dads.

His dick shouldn’t be hardening just from watching them make out, but it definitely was.

At some point, Robby must have gotten up to grab them some beers, sitting closer to Dennis this time. Jack had been inching closer too, but Dennis only noticed when the silence broke.

“You ok, Den?” Jack asked, hand rubbing on his thigh. 

“Oh yeah, just a little tired.” Dennis chuckled.

“That’s not what he meant. He is asking about John and you,” Robby added.

He let out a soft sigh, leaning into the couch cushion, feeling tears well up. “ I’m just upset. It’s just hard.”

“I know, baby. You deserve to be treated better.” Robby’s hand was now on his shoulder, squeezing it tightly.

“You deserve better, baby. He shouldn’t be doing this to you. He shouldn’t make you cry,” Jack’s hand was inching up his thigh, getting closer to his groin.

“I just wish I was his priority. He doesn’t even spend time with me anymore,” a couple of tears fell down his cheek.

“You’re too good for him, Den,” Robby muttered, his hand now on his neck, playing with his curls.

“You deserve to be taken care of, baby. Not discarded,” Robby’s breath was against his ear, his ears reddening at the feeling.

“Will you let us take care of you, baby? Let us show you what it feels like to be cared for?” Jack’s lips were grazing his ear. He shuddered at the feeling.

Both of the men had a hand on him, luring him in. He felt their mouths against his skin, gasping softly at the contact.

“Is this ok baby?” Jack whispered as he kissed up his jaw. 

“Don’t think too hard, baby. Forget about John,” Robby said between kisses against his neck.

“F-fuck, yes. I can’t take any longer,” Dennis gave in; he knew their relationship was over anyway, why not sleep with his fathers?

That’s all it took for the older men to break away, most of their restraint gone, eager to get a taste.

Robby grabbed his chin, turning him towards him. Kissing him harshly, moaning at the contact of his soft lips. 

Dennis loved the feeling of Robby’s beard against his face; he loved the feeling of Jack’s stubble rubbing against his chin and neck. 

Robby bit down on Dennis' lip, getting him to moan, wanting to push his tongue inside. He wanted to taste the younger man’s sweetness; he wanted to see what his son was giving up.

He moaned into his mouth once he got a taste, pushing himself against the younger man. “Mikey,” Jack’s voice came through. He pulled away from the boy’s neck to scold his husband. 

“I know he is sweet, baby. You gotta be patient,” Jack pulled Robby off of Dennis, pulling him over to his side, leaving Jack to have his turn. 

Dennis watched the two of them with wide eyes, never expecting them to be this way. He moved forward, kissing Jack, wanting to know what it felt like.

It was better than he could imagine, both men kissing him way better than John ever had. They took their time kissing him, not rushing to fuck, letting it build up. The way they moved their lips, their tongues, they showed him what it felt like to explore each other.

Jack was rougher with his kiss than Robby; he took control. He pulled him into his lap, dealing the kiss. Jack’s tongue pushed against his lips, waiting for him to welcome him in.

He felt Jack’s tongue against his mouth, moaning as their tongues brushed together. “You like that, baby? Finally getting your needs met?” Jack cooed. 

He nodded his head quickly, pushing their mouths against each other again, not wanting to ever break apart.

Robby’s mouth was on his neck, kissing and sucking the skin, finding his pulse point and sucking gently. Dennis moaned, squirming in Jack’s lap.

“What do you want us to do baby? You want me to fuck you? Do you want to fuck Robby?” Jack pulled back, looking into Dennis’s eyes.

“Both,” he moaned.

~

They made it into the married couples bedroom, needing more room to have better access to each other’s bodies.

Dennis was sat in the middle of the bed resting against the headboard. Jack and Robby had stripped him of his clothes, leaving him hard and leaking on their bed.

“Look at him Mikey. Isn’t he pretty? You excited to take his cock baby?” Jack taunted, he stood there watching Michael undress, ordering him to get onto the bed, to go and suck Dennis’s cock.

Robby moaned at the command, basically jumping on the bed, needing to get the man’s cock in his mouth. 

“Mikey is gonna suck your pretty cock, Denny. Are you going to let him?” Jack quirked. 

“F-fuck yes,” Dennis moaned, Robby’s mouth was on him in seconds, taking his full length into his mouth. Robby moaned against the man’s cock, loving the way he tasted, the way it sat against his tongue, heavy and thick.

As they were preoccupied, Jack undressed himself, grabbing the lube before taking off his prosthesis.

His hands pushed Robby’s hips up, giving him access to the man’s ass. “Mikey baby, spread your legs.” Robby obeyed the command, spreading his legs wide as Dennis’s cock went deeper down his throat.

Jack had clear view of Robby’s hole as he sucked the younger man’s cock. Dennis was in pure bliss, having something other than he hand wrapped around his cock.

Dennis let out groans as Robby’s cheeks hallowed out taking him up and down, spit coating his cock, dripping down his to his balls. Robby beard was covered in his spit, never slowing down, acting like he could never get enough, like it was about to be taken away from him.

The wet sounds of Robby’s mouth covered the noises Dennis was letting out, it was sloppy and messy, everything he enjoyed.

With no warning, Jack pushed a lubed-up finger into Robby’s hole, causing him to still. “Keep going, Mikey. You don’t want to leave Denny like that. Don’t be mean,” Jack muttered as he pushed his finger in and out of the other man. 

Robby tried to keep going, struggling as he kept moaning with each thrust of Jack’s finger. “Denny? Grab his hair, force him to suck it, baby,” Jack coached Dennis, telling him how to get Robby to keep going.

“Fuck ok. Come on Mikey, suck my dick. Stop whining and do it,” he uttered, a form of confidence taking place. He could feel the vibrations of Robby’s moans against his cock as he spoke. He carded his fingers in his hair before gripping the hair and pushing him up and down, using him like a toy.

Jack slipped in another finger, brushing against Robby’s prostate, feeling him buck forward at the sensation. “ He likes that, Denny. He likes when people tell him what to do.” Jack purred, adding in a third, getting him ready for Dennis.

“Our sweet Mikey needs to be told what to do. His brain goes mush when his cock is hard,” Jack cooed.

“Not so big and tough now? Huh? You just like to be pathetic,” Dennis moaned as Robby’s tongue lapped over his tip. Robby’s cock twitched, precum leaking from his tip after hearing Dennis’s humiliating words. This was better than he could have ever imagined, never thinking Dennis would speak to him like that.

Jack could tell Robby was nearing his orgasm; he could barely keep up with Dennis pushing his head up and down, his legs trembling as both his holes were being fucked.

“Denny? Mikey here is about to cum, are you ready to fuck him?” Jack pulled his fingers from Robby’s hole, placing gentle kisses on his back.

“Y-yeah, I am.” Dennis breathed out, waiting for Jack to tell him what to do.

“Ok, baby. Switch spots with me. It’s my turn to have some fun with Mikey’s mouth.” Jack smirked, climbing into bed.

Jack sat against the headboard, pulling Robby forward, kissing him roughly. 

Their lips moved together; the sight was so nasty, spit coated their lips and tongues pushed around in their mouths. 

Robby was a whiny mess against Jack, pushing himself against him. “Go ahead, Den, fuck Mikey. He can handle it. Show Mikey how good you can fuck him,” he said between kisses.

Dennis grabbed the lube that sat beside Robby, pulling himself from the trance he was in watching them kiss.

He stroked his cock, adding a generous amount of lube to his hand. He slicked himself up and lined up his cock to Robby’s hole.

He pushed in all at once, grunting as he bottomed out. “F-fuck, he is tight.”

The man’s body was gorgeous; he was covered in hair, his skin was so soft, and his body looked and felt so good in his hands.

“Ah- fuck, Denny. You feel so good. Jackie, it feels so good,” Robby moaned, his lips parting as he pulled away from the kiss.

“I know, baby. I know how much you like to be fucked,” Jack could see the precum leaking from Robby’s cock, he could see it drop down onto their bedding.

Dennis started to thrust in and out of Robby, watching the man’s legs tremble with each hit to his prostate.

Robby was so loud, he let Dennis know how good he was fucking him. “Just like that, Denny. Harder, please,” Robby moaned.

When the pleasure of being fucked clouded his mind, no longer able to keep up with kissing Jack. Robby fell forward, bouncing from each thrust, feeling Jack’s lips trail down his jaw, to his shoulder. 

Jack made his way over to Dennis; he got on the bed behind him, placing soft kisses on his shoulders and neck. “ I’m going to fuck you, ok? And you’re going to keep fucking Robby. If you stop, I’ll stop.” Jack whispered.

Dennis’s breath hitched at the feeling of a wet finger against his hole. “Ah- fuck. Yes ok, Jackie.” 

Dennis had to steady himself while fucking into Robby; Jack wasted no time and pushed his finger in.

He stretched his hole, adding another and a third. His lips ghosted his skin, his hot breath sending shivers down his body.

“You’re doing so good, Denny. You’re fucking Mikey so good, look at him. He is drooling from how good your cock is.” Jack praised him.

Jack finally pulled out his fingers, switching it out for his lubed-up cock. “Don’t stop, baby. Don’t leave poor Mikey hanging.” Jack said as he pushed inside.

Dennis grunted at the feeling, bucking his hips forward, pushing deep inside of Robby. “F-fuck, I can feel you so deep,” Robby was nearing incoherent, enjoying the pounding from Dennis.

Jacks thrusts matched Dennis’s, making sure they were in sync. “Ok baby, you can’t cum until I say. That goes for both of you.” Jack said between grunts.

“Y-yes,” both men said at the same time, panting between moans.

Jack’s hands made it to Dennis’s nipples, pinching them as he sucked on his neck. “Does John fuck you like this?” Jack asked, his thrusts never stopping.

Dennis moaned at his words, John would barely even acknowledge him while they fucked. The man would only chase his high and would leave Dennis without an orgasm more times than not.

“N-no never.” He moaned, his hands gripping Robby’s hips, gripping the skin so hard that it was going to leave marks.

“What a shame, poor baby hasn’t been treated properly. You’ve been suffering for so long. You have me and Mikey now. We will make sure you’re well taken care of.” Jack pressed soft kisses on shoulder, fastening his thrusts.

“J-Jackie, I’m close, I can’t,” Robby cried, feeling his orgasm nearing. 

“Come on baby, just a little longer. You can do it for me. You can do it for Denny, baby.”

“Come on Mikey, you can do it. Just a little bit longer,” Dennis moaned, he himself was nearing an orgasm. Jack’s cock hitting his prostate over and over again, his thrusts were growing sloppier after each hit.

“J-Jackie, I’m gonna cum soon,” Dennis moaned.

“I know baby, my poor boys needs to cum so badly,” Jack taunted, seeing as both men were struggling to hold themselves up.

“Play with Robby’s cock,” Jack whispered, his own hands making it to Dennis’s nipples again, pinching them between his fingers.

Dennis’s soft hand wrapped around Robby’s cock, spreading the precum all over his tip. Robby’s hips bucked forward at the sensation, moaning loudly, crying out pleas.

Jack’s thrust grew sloppy, Dennis kept trembling, trying not to come. “My good boys. Ok baby, you can cum. Come on, cum with me. That’s it baby,” Jack moaned.

Robby was the first to cum, sobbing out pleas and incoherent words. His cum coating the bedding as his arms gave out and falling forward into the pillows.

When Robby clenched down, Dennis couldn’t hold back anymore. He painted the inside of Robby’s hole with his cum, letting out one last moan.

“A-ah fuck, so good for me,” Jack moaned as his cum filled up Dennis hole. 

The room was filled with their heavy breathing and pants. They lay on top of each other, catching their breaths. Jack placed soft kisses on Dennis’s cheek, rubbing a soothing hand over his back. 

“Mikey, you ok?” Jack asked gently, grabbing his hand. “Mmph, yeah. Feel so good,” Robby mumbled back a reply.

Dennis and Jack chuckled at how blissed out the man was. “I’ll be right back; hold Mikey close,” Jack whispered against Dennis's ear.

Dennis could hear Jack moving around, grabbing his crutches. He could feel Jack's cum leaking out of his hole, feeling sticky and gross from the aftermath.

He pressed soft kisses all over Robby’s back and shoulders, running his fingers through his hair. “You did so good, Mikey. Did you enjoy yourself?” Dennis asked softly. 

“Of course, you made me feel so good,” Robby muttered, sleep inching closer and closer.

Jack came back into the room quickly, holding water and some wet clothes to clean them up. “Mikey is sleeping,” Dennis whispered. 

“Mhmm yeah he gets sleepy after. Let’s get you both cleaned up.” Jack placed his crutches against his nightstand and began to clean up Dennis. 

He got both men cleaned up, slipping them under the sheets, getting in after them. Jack had left their bedroom door open, airing out the room.

“How are you feeling?” Jack asked, holding Dennis against his chest. Robby was long asleep, his soft snores filling the room.

“I’m ok. Thank you for that.” Dennis mumbled, kissing Jack’s chest. 

“Of course, baby. We can’t stand to see you sad like that. It hurts to know that you haven’t been taken care of properly.” Jack’s hands rubbed Dennis’s belly softly, breathing in the man’s scent.

“ I broke up with him after my shower. I left him a voicemail.” Dennis chuckled; he didn’t want to cry over John anymore.

“Good, you deserve to be loved.” Jack may have left their bedroom door open for more than just airing out the room. He was hoping John would come home and find them all naked together.

John deserved to feel humiliated. 

And his boyfriend sleeping with his dads would definitely do the trick. 

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Thanks for your patience! Hope you enjoyed!

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