thinking about hucklerobby sex pollen again…
there’s a new street drug. it lowers your inhibitions and creates an urgent, persistent arousal. it’s novel, so researchers haven’t quite figured out it’s biochemical mechanisms, meaning treatment beyond letting it run its course is quite limited.
dennis somehow interacts with it. maybe, when diluted, it can be absorbed through the skin. dennis is mortified as soon as he realizes what happened.
he still struggles with guilt surrounding sex, especially his guilt surrounding who he wants to have sex with. and here he is, being faced with the fact that he is going to turn into a borderline incoherent sex-crazed idiot in 10-45 minutes.
he is going over the series of events with trinity and robby in the behavioral health room.
“i just-i can’t do this. can you sedate me?” dennis stammers, barely able to look them in the eyes. “please?” he begs.
robby sighs. “no, whitaker. we don’t know what contraindications there are. the drug’s too new.” robby says while rubbing his hands together in discomfort and looking up at the ceiling tile, “do you have any uh…partners i could call and discharge you to?”
trinity lets out a mean, ill-timed laugh. “he gets absolutely no play.”
“trinity!” dennis chides. he is in a double bind, embarrassed about any intimacy, just the same as the lack there of.
“santos!” robby glares at her for making this harder than it has to be. he redirects his stare back to his intern, who is currently staring off into space like he was facing a lethal injection. “whitaker, from reports, this is very painful to wait out alone. you’re sure there’s no one you’d at least want to ask?”
robby is basically imploring dennis to shoot his shot with anyone, literally fucking anyone. he couldn’t handle this kid being restrained while crying and whining to get his dick wet anytime someone came in for vitals. besides, dennis is cute, surely he had a friend, fuck, even a coworker willing to help him out. kim always seemed charmed.
trinity lets out an even more amused, even ruder, “ha!”
“santos! out!” robby orders the woman who’s shoulders were still shaking. “go get someone to run baseline vitals.”
she shoved a hand over her mouth, muttering, “shit. i’m sorry dennis. i gotta go.”
the door clicks behind her. robby walks his rolling stool a little closer to dennis, looking up at him slightly on the patient bed. “listen i know this sucks.” he put a comforting hand on dennis’s knee, hoping his voice sounds soothing and totally not jealous at all. “but it’s my professional opinion that you should at least try to find someone to…” he hesitates on he wording. “ride this out with.” robby cringes. “shit. that sounded dirty.”
dennis feels his blood vessels dilate, the lights seem brighter, there is no filter stopping his suddenly tingling mouth from forming the words. “you. can you do it?”
