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Although it might not seem like it, Robby is very spoiled by Dennis.
The first time it happened, his cheeks flushed a deep red as his boyfriend showered him with kisses on his lips, cheeks, eyelidsāall over his faceāwhile saying, "Who's my cute baby?"
"Dennis, I'm almost 50ā"
"Yes, you're my cute baby, whom I love very much and with all my heart," he said, continuing his onslaught of kisses and hugs.
Dennis had grown up in a loving environment, where his mother and father doted on him with kisses and hugs, telling him how much they loved him and how proud they were of him, while his siblings always gave him hugs whenever Dennis wanted or needed them.
Therefore, he didn't think it was wrong or strange to lavish his boyfriend with that affection; it was perfectly normal.
And Robby, despite initially showing some resistance, had a silly grin on his face once the attack subsided and Dennis was simply hugging him.
Robby had been raised by his grandparents. His grandfather wasn't a very affectionate man; he'd occasionally tell him he was proud of him or that he loved him, but it wasn't much. His grandmother was sweet and always called him "my handsome boy" to show her love, and she'd hug him, but beyond that, he hadn't received much love in his childhood.
Dennis's affection felt strange to him, but it made him feel good. His face would warm up, and he couldn't stop smiling. His heart would beat strongly, and he'd feel such a warm, almost blissful sensation, like he was in heaven. He liked it; he loved it.
So, at least once a day, Dennis would get those sudden urges to attack him with love.
And Michael "Robby" Robinavitch had gotten used to it.
One day, after a long and exhausting shift, a hand pulled Dennis inside some curtains.Dennis wasn't surprised to see Robby looking unwell.
"What do you need, my love? Are you okay?" Dennis stroked his face, and Robby leaned towards his touch, blushing.
He heard Robby say softly, "I want cuddles..." as he kissed the palm of his hand.
The change was sudden. Dennis smiled and cradled Robby's face in his hands.
"Who is my sweet baby?"
After a moment of silence, and Robby pressed him to his chest and buried his face in the crook of Dennis's neck, he replied, "I-I..." His face was already red.
"Yes, you're my sweet baby, the one I love most, with all my heart. Do you love me too?"
"Yes, I love you so much..."
"My sweet baby." Dennis pulled away from him and began showering Robby's face with kisses, while Robby's mood shifted, a silly grin spreading across his face as his eyes sparkled with love.
Robby pulled him close again for a kiss on the lips, followed by a couple of tickles that made Dennis burst out laughing.
"Are you feeling better now? My sweet baby."
Before Robby could answer, Abbot pulled back the curtains, his face a mask of disbelief.
Robby stormed out, his face burning red, knowing he was doomed. There was no way Jack hadn't heard what had happened in there. For God's sake, Robby had admitted he was Dennis's sweet baby! (That felt good.)
As he was about to hand over to the night shift, Jack said, "Okay, sweet baby." And gave him the most mocking smile imaginable.
Robby almost killed him right then and there, but he just ignored it. If he made a big deal out of it, Jack would start nagging him about it all the time.
He was annoyed again, but when he got home, Dennis smiled at him. They had dinner, and then his boyfriend wrapped him in a blanket and hugged him, stroking his hair and giving him little kisses every now and then.
If that was what being Dennis's cute baby was worth, he didn't mind at all.
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FINALLY STARTING WINTER VACATION!
By the way, this gave me a bit of... I don't know, a strange but happy feeling while writing it. It's so sweet, but it just came to me and I had to write it down š
More to come soon! Except I might not be around this weekend. I have to finish a video game because I bet I'd finish it before the World Cup :""") (don't bet if you know you're going to lose, the game is way too hard ಄ā āæā ಄) Besides, my beautiful country is in the final! š¦š· So I might write but not post, that's all :D
And even more... thanks to you all, I reached 1000 likes on Tumblr! I'm so happy, thank you so much, thank you, thank you, thank you <3
TW: medical horror, pseudo-sex-pollen (sex pollen with no actual sex iykwim)
Inspired by this post by @swanbornbyleda that I've been enamored with since they shared it <3
Drivers honked their horns and pedestrians yelled as Robby dodged in between vehicles on his motorcycle. He could see the top of the PTMC; the sight causing him to twist the throttle further, his bike responding with a roar as he sped towards the hospital. The only thing going faster than his bike were the thoughts in his head.
Protect.
Pack in trouble.
Danger.
Vulnerable.
He very nearly dropped the bike as he skidded to a halt in the ambulance bay. Hitting the kickstand with his foot was muscle memory at this point, and for that he was glad as he tossed his helmet to the ground and sprinted towards the bay doors. People were calling his name left and right, but his only concern was getting to Jack and Dennis.
āThank Christ you're here,ā Dana exclaimed as Robby stopped his prowl at the central hub. His chest rose and fell quickly as his breath puffed out in short bursts. āHe took Dennis up to the eighth floor.ā
She rounded the desk and joined him as they beelined for the stairs, throwing a āPerlah, you're in charge!ā over her shoulder.
As they burst through the doors to the stairwell, Robbyās nose twitched. The smell was faint, but present, and struck straight through his heart as it confirmed what Dana had told him.
-
The phone call had woken him up - heād been enjoying a nap in the sun on one of his *very* few days off. The house was empty, Jack having picked up a TEMS shift and Dennis busy in the Pitt, leaving Robby solo for a day of relaxing. Until his phone rang.
āYou need to come quick,ā Danaās voice had been frantic. āAbbot got exposed to something in the field- they brought him here and he broke through security.ā
āWoah, slow down!ā Robby shot straight up, already starting to gather his gear. āWhat happened? What was Jack exposed to?ā
There was a commotion in the background of the call.
āI don't know,ā she breathed, āI don't know but he looked feral, Robby. Actually feral.ā
Robby cursed, slipping his gloves on as he jammed his feet into his boots.
āWhere is he now? Is he safe?ā
āAhmed followed him up to the eighth floor - theyāre barricaded in one of the patient rooms.ā
Robby paused. āThey?ā
He could hear the beta woman swallow on the other side of the line. āHe grabbed Whitaker too.ā
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Jackās scent was normally warm and spiced: cloves and ginger and nutmeg. But the scent that drifted throughout the stairwell as Robby took the stairs two by two had turned hot - the spices burning and charring in Robbyās nose. Dennis was there too, not quite as prominent, but even the traces that were present were wrong. His normally mild scent of hay and sun-baked earth turned acrid like a burning field.
As they reached the eighth floor, Robby stopped to turn to Dana, who had been leading him diligently towards where his mates had hidden.
āGo back down there - I need you to figure out what he was exposed to. If it's still contagious or not.ā
Dana shook her head, āRobby⦠Abbot was so far gone when he came in. He might not recognize-ā
āGo, Dana.ā Robby commanded once more. āIf you don't hear from me in the next half hour⦠call for feral control. But otherwise, keep everyone off of this floor.ā
He watched as Danaās jaw clenched. He knew the beta was conflicted - Jack and Dennis were as much her pack as they were his. But they were his omegas. His to protect. Dana was a smart woman. She knew better than to get between an alpha and his omegas - even if he was putting himself in danger.
āKeep your ringer on- I'll call you as soon as we know what it is.ā
With that, Dana fled down the stairs, leaving Robby alone on the eighth floor to find Jack and Dennis.
He stalked forward, moving as quietly as possible as he listened for any sounds of distress. The burning smell grew stronger the further down the corridor, Dennisās scent underneath it becoming more noticeable as well. Trusting his instincts, he followed the scents to a room at the end of the hall. He could hear it then, as he stood outside the closed door: a low rumbling. A warning sound.
Robby did his best to calm himself as his hand reached towards the door. He didn't expect the door to be unlocked; the turn of the handle making him flinch. The growl grew louder. The door squeaked open a crack and Robbyās breath hitched in his throat.
A sliver of light from the hallway shone into the patient room, falling on a tangle of two familiar bodies. Dennis lay curled across Jackās lap, clutching Jackās arm in his hands. Jack held Dennis just as tightly, one arm framing Dennisās chin and reaching up to the back of his head while the other pulled him close to his chest. Another forced growl drew Robbyās attention higher- his breath catching in his lungs at the sight of Jackās eye illuminated by the slit of light. It was completely black, the hazel irises that Robby knew and adored swallowed entirely by overblown pupils. His lip was curled up, showing off his short but razor sharp fangs. Robby watched as Jackās arms tensed around Dennis, pulling him impossibly closer. A whimper came from Dennis and Robby couldn't help but take a step forward, which was very obviously the wrong move.
Jack snapped his fangs at Robby, the persistent rumbling reaching a boiling point as he snarled at the alpha.
Instinctively driven to correct the omega, Robby let out another snarl in response. Instead of shrinking back like an omega normally would, Jack bristled even further. Robby didn't miss the way that Dennis cowered away from both of them.
Robby opened his mouth to speak when his phone chimed in his pocket. He reached into his pocket slowly, telegraphing all of his movements as Jack tracked him like a hunter tracking his prey. Not glancing away from the omegas in front of him, Robby hit āacceptā and āspeakerā.
āPlease tell me you've got a lead on what this is,ā Robby pleaded, watching as Dennisās head turned slightly for him to assess Robby out of the corner of his eye.
āIt's some kind of viral bio-weapon,ā Dana explained frantically over the phone, āItās attacking the frontal lobe and putting victims in a feral state- omegas AND alphas.ā
Robby cursed under his breath. Being in close quarters with the two omegas had amplified the burning smell. Robby swore he could feel the heat in his nose.
āOkay, what's the treatment? The reversal agent?ā Robby barked. His head had begun to ache, making him snap out the last word.
āSomeone from the CDC is on their way,ā Dana reassured, which did very little for Robby. āThey're saying it's transmitted through scent so you should be fine up there as long as Abbot and Whittaker both still have their scent patches on.ā
Robby felt sick as his eyes trailed from where Jack and Dennis were crouched to the pile of shredded plastic coated cotton pads.
āFuck,ā Robby drawled. He retrained his eyes on the two omegas, finally spotting the inflamed scent glands on Jack and Dennisās wrists and necks. Even more concerningly, he watched as Jackās nostrils flared, his head tilted towards Robby.
āThey still have their patches on, right? Robby?ā
Robby pulled his shirt over his nose and mouth, fully knowing it was probably too late. His breath started to become shallower, faster as visions of Tyvek suits and ventilators filled his head. He had to get what little information he gathered out as quickly as he could.
āOkay, Dana, listen to me. Call Gloria: tell her to put the hospital on lockdown - nobody in or out until there's an antidote available. Evacuate the seventh and ninth floors to somewhere else. All alphas and omegas need scent proof masks. Affected persons are going to develop a burning, smoky smell. They need to be fully quarantined. The eighth floor needs to be completely locked down - call facilities and make sure they shut off air circulation as quickly as possible.
Robby winced, a red hot flash of pain spearing through his head just behind his eyes. His shirt slipped out of his hand as his legs shook, prompting him to prop himself up against the doorframe. His vision began to blur, but he could still make out the shape of Dennis slowly removing himself from Jackās lap, the two of them gravitating towards the alpha with flared nostrils.
āRobby-ā
He cut Dana off with a low groan, heat spreading through his veins as he felt sweat begin to gather at his brow.
āPromise me-ā he choked, falling further into the door frame. Jack was less than a yard away, his growls fading into a low keening sound that forced Robbyās body to loosen. āFuck- Dana promise me you won't let them separate us.ā
Robby didn't hear Danaās response.
His phone slipped from his hand as the acrid burning smell suddenly vanished as if a strong wind had blown the smoke away. In its stead were Jack and Dennisā scents, pungent and unadulterated as Robby filled his lungs with the air that carried them. His vision cleared as he dropped to his knees coming face to face with his omegas. Jackās keening ceased and he pressed his face into Robbyās neck, mouthing at the sensitive scent gland there and pressing his own scent into every inch of skin he could get his hands on. Dennis did the same on Robbyās other side, his purr harmonizing with Jack in a way that dissolved any remaining tension in Robbyās muscles. A rumbling sound erupted from Robbyās chest before he pushed the two omegas farther into the room.
The three mates piled together, licking and scenting each other until their scents were indistinguishable from each other. They lie tangled together, content and satisfied, numb to the fire licking through their veins and creeping through the air ducts to the rest of the hospital.
Robby was with his omegas and was all that mattered.
Told myself I was going to have a good Monday morning and the first tiktok I looked at was Pitt characters as Taylor Swift songs and they gave The Archer to Robby and Dear Reader to Al Hashimi and Mad Woman to Trinity and The Prophecy to Samira and mirrorball to Victoria and cowboy like me to Whitaker
Anyway Iām done for today that was a good 2 hours of being awake Iāll try again tomorrow
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Robby isn't used to thisāhis Omega crying out in pain from relentless cramping and all he can do is provide a warm weight to snuggle into. Denny has said he's tried everything on the market to mitigate his pain but everyone keeps saying the same thing, you just have to deal with it.
Of course he thinks that's utter bullshit and his sweet boy shouldn't be subjected to such divine punishment that can't be resolved by modern medicine. It feels like he's failing as a doctor, as a mate. But as soon as he starts to wallow in his own self doubt, Dennisā keens are quick to change his scent to a more subdued worry.
Jack is used to this. His wife has a similar problem, so he grew to know all the tiny improvements in how he could make the struggles easier on her body. Peppermint extract, ginger tea, massaging her calves.
Robby feels a slight jealousy towards his husband when he demonstrates such a valuable upper hand, but is quickly discarded when their effects on Dennis only aid him.
He may have had to survive such distressing cycles on his own, but his two Alpha's are determined to ease his pain into nonexistence.
Ugh the Hucklerabbot domestic discipline/kept boy/infantilization brainworms are back @queer-reader-07 @puppyjavadi @puppydogwhitaker @sixeyedsharks THIS IS YOUR FAULT
Dennis at Work vs Dennis at home are two very different people. There's a different level of trust for each one.
It was a natural progression. One of those things where Dennis wasn't entirely sure how they got to the point that they were at, but now they just were. He doesn't remember necessarily agreeing, but he does remember feeling better after every new rule and requirement was set into place. No guessing if he was doing something he shouldn't, no issues on if he was fucking up or not; his rules appeared and they told him where he fell.
"What's got you so upset today?" Jack asked him after the third mumbling huff he'd received from Dennis. "Did something happen?"
"I'm tired," Dennis whined. "Trinity kept me up late with a Scream movie marathon and then I couldn't sleep."
"When did you go to bed?"
"Um." Dennis's face scrunched up. "I think around 3? 4?"
Robby shook his head. "Yeah, no wonder our boy's so cranky."
That night he gets tucked into bed, in a shirt that isn't his, kisses on his forehead, whines and protests ignored, and promises of being in soon, "Just close your eyes, baby, you'll feel better in the morning, yeah?"
And even though it's a sharp 10pm, Dennis is out within minutes. He barely notices when Jack and Robby do file into bed, waking only to seek out on of their arms to hold him, and falling back into a deep slumber.
He's cheerful, chipper, better the next day. He sees the look Jack and Robby exchange in regards to his mood but chooses to ignore it. Just like how he chooses to ignore when he gets tucked into bed early again the next night, and the next, and every night after.
Then came the whole stove incident. Not that there really was an incident as much as an accident. Dennis didn't mean to get so close to the still hot stovetop but something fell over and it was second nature to try and grab it and now he's sporting an angry red mark across his hand, biting his lip and trying not to get too upset about it.
But it hurts and he can feel that slight bubble of embarrassment and fear rushing up in his chest.
Not that it matters because Jack grabbed his hand and ushered him to the sink, running cold water over it while Robby fixed whatever mess is behind them. He let out one wary sigh and Jack was murmuring, "You're okay. I know it hurts, kiddo, but it's okay. We've got some burn pads and cream, we'll get it nice and patched up, don't worry. Dad's got you."
He's not allowed to use the stove after that. Robby nudges him out of the way and Jack makes him stand all the way back behind the island in the kitchen, pouting on a barstool until his food is ready. Knives came after that because "You're just a little clumsy, baby. Little boys don't need to use sharp things like that. Let daddy handle it."
As if Dennis wasn't holding sharp objects in the ED on the regular.
Things keep growing. Building. Dennis accidentally stays up too late on his phone, watching videos Trinity was sending him, and now he's getting his phone taken away every night an hour before bed. He tripped over his own laces at work and now Robby is the one who ties them every single morning. Jack catches him jumping one too many times at a scary movie and suddenly they're only watching PG-13 at best. Someone evil and rude and insane showed Robby and Jack Life360 and Dennis gets his ass turned cherry red for driving too fast, gets corner time for not leaving the bar like he said he was, and getting texts of "Charge your phone, Den" when he's sitting at 43%.
And Jack and Robby are so.... daddy with it.
"I understand that, but you're not going. If you want to argue, I'll be home in about 20 minutes and we can have this conversation with the hairbrush. Why don't you go find a corner and wait for me there?" and he's busting his ass to find a spot because Jack sounds way too calm for the threat of the hairbrush.
"We can discuss this as many times as you want sweetheart. You're not changing my mind." and Robby's nodding with every point Dennis makes about how unfair something is, how he really wants to go get drunk without one of them nearby, but Robby's not budging. It's not safe, it's not happening, end of story.
"Oh, I'm sorry, do you want to try that again, little boy?" whenever Dennis gets a little too mouthy and Jack grabs his jaw, arching a brow, tone dangerously low. Dennis squeaks out an apology and gets a kiss on his forehead and a warning swat when he moves away.
Robby's heavy sigh when Dennis does break a rule, when he doesn't eat all 3 meals like he's supposed to, taking an already sniffling Dennis over his knee and pulling down his pants and underwear to his ankles. "I'm just disappointed, baby. You know exactly how your daddy and I feel about that."
Sometimes it bewilders him. He doesn't remember when half of these rules got set into place. He barely remembers if he argued on them or not. He does remember the punishments he gets if he breaks them, and that's enough to obey them.
Dennis doesn't care because all he can focus on is not having to worry about so much. Robby picks his clothes out so Dennis doesn't have to think twice about it. Jack makes sure his student loan payments are complete on time every month, no questions asked and nothing said about it either. They keep his favorite snacks and safe foods on hand always, and the food at his apartment with Trinity never runs out. Jack replaces his shoes when the tread is starting to give out. Robby sees one tear in his scrubs and he has a box from Figs sitting on the kitchen table with his name on it the next day.
So yeah, maybe he's not the same competent, well trained, trusted physician at home like he is at work. Maybe he goes from being given complex procedures to not being allowed to cut up his own dinner. But it's all done from a place of safety, a place of love, a choice that they make daily to prove Dennis is worth taking care of. because they want to do it.
It makes the screen limit with a passcode he doesn't know popping up on his TikTok mindless scroll session a little more bearable. Ish. But what's truly unbearable is Jack using the paddle when he stays up too late on nights he's sleeping in the apartment and Robby making him go to sleep without a twenty minute cuddle session in his old man rocking chair. So he'll put up his phone and roll over to go to sleep on time tonight.
having very specific The Invitation (2022) x vampire Whitforth thoughts.
Like....okay. Danforth Family being The Vampire family. Brides/mates are offered up in exchange for protection. Changing the rules a little so that it's like the person at the Head Seat of the Council is the one getting offered the bride who is a human and gets turned at the wedding.
Titus is taking his fathers place and they need someone to be offered up only. Titus keeps rejecting people. He's very picky. He can't fully take the seat without a bride but that doesn't mean he's going to pick any random offering.
Dennis being a human but very removed from his family and didn't even realize that they were connected to such powerful families. Mom took him and raised him away from the vampires line of thinking, he's human, and he's also the only bride possibility who could be offered up from the Whitaker family. Everyone else is already mated.
something something Titus seeing a picture of Dennis and instantly agreeing. Dennis getting invited to a family event only to find out it's a wedding when he arrives. He gets oddly close to this Titus Danforth character, they're really getting along, and he keeps "just missing" the groom and bride who he really wants to meet because he feels so bad for crashing their weekend. But that's okay because Titus shows him around and sits next to him at meals and asks him so many questions about being a doctor and his life growing up and never lets Dennis be alone for a second because "I just want to make sure you feel comfortable."
jump to the rehearsal dinner where surprise! Dennis you're the bride and Titus is the groom and also everyone is a vampire. Tradition calls for Dennis to be turned at the altar (and I'll see you at the altar) and Dennis is just crying, begging, pleading with Titus because "I don't want this, I never wanted this, I just wanted a family!"
And Titus just grinning with bloodstained teeth because "You have a family, sweetheart. You have me."
can i offer you a very goofy version of fauxcest dennis and his daddies, where this idiot is so oblivious he's lowkey trying to parent trap jack and robby together not realizing they've been married for over a decade?
i'm thinking pure crack levels of miscommunication here- maybe with jack and robby having an apartment close to the hospital for the strings of back to back shifts that leave you dog tired, as well as a super nice house further out in the suburbs, so out of sheer luck jack and robby never manage to take dennis home to the same place when it's just two of them, so he assumes they're living separately but spend a lot of time at each other's places. and sure, they both are openly okay with this arrangement between the three of them, and the sex is mind blowing in pairs and all together, but dennis never sees jack and robby be intimate with each other, only him.
he does not pick up on the crazy sex they have with each other constantly because dennis, lovingly, is an idiot, and when he's around his daddies are more focused on spoiling him than each other.
it's driving dennis crazy because he can see how much jack and robby care about each other but he's convinced they're not together and that it's his job to rectify this. his attempts to set up dates or get them to talk about their feelings for each other mostly go over jack and robby's heads, because why would it occur to them that dennis is trying to set them up with their husband? they start getting more worried that dennis is insecure of where he fits and minimizing himself in their relationship and sit him down to talk it out.
cue the funniest intervention ever to clear this up, and the most fluffy sex ever to follow. add in a healthy dash of overstimulation as they make dennis cum so many times he's in tears because our baby boy has been trying so hard to take care of his daddies that he really needs a reminder who's supposed to be taking care of him- there's gotta be a little punishment in there for how much dennis worked himself up over all of this without just saying anything to either of them. plus a healthy sprinkling of condescension about how silly their baby boy was for not noticing that his daddies were married and really, it's not den's place to be thinking about such adult things if he clearly can't see what's right in front of him? they might as well give him so many orgasms that he feels as stupid and cockdrunk as he was acting with his hijinks. very "look at our puppy trying to make us proud, doesn't the silly baby know he doesn't need to try anything for that?" energy.
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i think this is so FUNNY and YUMMY
Dennis feeling so horrible that they're clearly not together anymore and that he's using both of them. It's the early, early stages and yeah technically there was that first night where they were all together and Dennis came so much he almost passed out, (Jack caught his head and had to hold him upright while Robby grabbed him something to sip on and they both feel really shitty because they should've made sure he had drank and ate enough today but Dennis is just like oh. This is nice. This is good.)
Anyway, he doesn't get to see them together again for a few weeks. He knows they interact in that weird way at shift hand-off but there's no intimacy. No kisses or hugs or any "See you at home" mentions. So obviously, they're not together anymore. They can't be.
god the idea of it being like "Hey sweetheart" and they kiss him but not each other. Robby mentions something in Jack's schedule when it's just him and Dennis and Dennis is like "Oh my god they still care about each other so much that's so sweet"
blah blah blah miscommunication and Dennis trying to get the three of then together and then bailing last minute, rubbing his hands like a fly "They're alone and horny, this has to work" meanwhile rabbot are fucking like rabbits because yeah they miss Dennis but the little fucker had been sending them slutty pictures and videos of him fucking himself on his fingers so they really needed this.
and I want to add in no one at PTMC (except Dana of course) knowing that they're married. Everyone thinks they're divorced and using Dennis against the other so everyone is secretly mad at Rabbot because it's Dennis, not some pawn in your weird marriage struggle.
Eventually Dennis schedules another three way to ensure that his boyfriends kiss and makes this long speech about how he cares about them so much, he really does, Jack and Robby are like this is it, he's breaking up with us and then it's
"So can you please try and fix your marriage?"
"Fix-what the fuck are you talking about?"
Jack's mad at Robby because "If you'd just wear your stupid fucking ring" and Robby's mad at Jack because "If you didn't insist on these weird PDA rules that no one cares about, we both know Santos and Garcia were hooking up in one of the on call rooms upstairs"
But you know who's really in trouble?
Dennis.
"Let's see if we can clear things up," Jack says as if it's shift hand off and not Dennis's legs practically pinned behind his head, Robby fucking in and out of him so slowly he's pretty sure he won't be able to breathe without feeling the imprint of his cock. "We're married. No worries there. You? You're just our little boy. You don't need to worry your little head about what your dads are up to. That's none of your concern."
"But I-" Dennis tries to say but it comes out more of a keening whine, not really making any sense, tears flowing down his cheeks that Jack wipes away easily.
"No, no buts," Robby tells him, sweat rolling down his upper body and Dennis has the faintest desire to lick it if he could just be given the chance. "Listen to your dads. Our job is to keep you safe and happy. Your job is to be good for us. That's it."
"Dad-dy," Dennis pleads, trying to breathe as his eyes roll back from the pure pleasure of Robby's cock. "Too much-"
"Come on, puppy," Jack coos as he reaches down to toy with Dennis's cock in a way that has him gasping and squirming, trying to get away from their hands, their touch, their heat. "You want to be good for us, yeah?"
"No more, dad, 'm sorry, I can't-"
"Yeah you can. Come on, kiddo. Make your dads proud."
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Dennis having his but iām a cheerleader moment and hiding in the bar bathroom squeezing his legs together and saying The Lordās prayer over and over.
Itās just that the two older men look so fucking good tonight that Dennisā boner hasnāt flagged since they bought him a drink earlier in the night.
He knows itās wrong to lust after a man and so what does his screwed up body go and do? Lust after the two most respectable men in his life.
Just short of dropping to his knees on the frankly sickening dive bar floor, Dennis is trying his best to keep Jack and Robby out of his mind and not touch his aching cock while reciting prayer.
āOur Father who art in heaven,ā
Itās just that those thoughtful eyes and experienced arms and skilled hands are taking over every thoughtā
Fucking focus Dennis.
āHallowed be thy name.ā
Oh god the heat that runs through Dennisā body when Jack barks his name through the Pitt,
āThy kingdom come. Thy will be done, on earthā
And when Robby lays his hands on Dennis it really is fucking heaven.
āDennis, is that you in there?ā The deep raspy voice he doesnāt even strain to place as Jackās echoes through the stall.
Fucking fuck. He couldnāt even make it to the verse about temptation.
āWho are you talking to sweet thing? Robby and I have been looking for you.ā Because of course they have.
Dennis steels himself after a quick mumbled ālord give me strengthā and unlocks the stall door.
āWas just talking to myself.ā He tries to subtly adjust his hard on without Jack seeing, fails miserably.
Abbotās got a slick little grin on his face; heās got their sweet boy right where they want him.
āDennis baby, you know thereās nothing to feel guilty about, right? Itās okay to give into your desires sometimes.ā Jacks front is touching his back now, the older man whispering in his ear.
āHallowed be thy heavenāuh-hallowed be thy nameā
Fuckkkk.
The door sounds and in comes Robby who easily assesses the situation, āDenny baby, relax, just let us make you feel good.ā
Heās pushing up to the side of the sink Jack isnāt occupying, effectively boxing Dennis in.
Hands are roaming and his head is spinning. Dennis keeps repeating the same line of the prayer until his mind finally goes blank in response to Jackās knee pushing apart his legs.
And with that Dennis crumbles, he becomes a dead weight and accepts that heās gone; tonight heās strayed towards temptation.
āAttaboy, thatās it baby.ā The older duo are immediately rewarding his sinful choice, and God, it feels so fucking good.
Well, no point in Jesus dying if thereās nothing to repent for.
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