hi hey hi

He parked in the garage, got out and walked around to the passenger side door, reached in to unbuckle her seatbelt for her, pulled her out of the car. He carried her inside, her face buried in his neck, rubbing her cheek against his beard.

"Did you have fun, Tori?" Robby cooed as he carried her down the hall to the guest bedroom.

"Mmm, yeah," she sighed.

"You had a lot, didn't you, baby?" Robby asked, a teasing lilt to his voice as he set her down on the bed.

"'S not my fault, Trinity kept ordering," she pouted.

"It's okay, sweetie, Daddy's not upset," Robby soothed, "You're so cute like this." His fingers caressing her cheek before his hands moved lower. He trailed his fingers down her front, pinching her nipples through the lacy top she was wearing (without a bra, he noted to himself), until they found their way under her mini skirt, his large hand cupping her through her panties. "You're wet for me, baby," Robby said, voice low and gravelly.

Victoria whined, squirming at his touch, "Daddy..."

"Yes, Tori?"

"Want more," she said, pouting up at him.

Oh he was well and truly fucked, her eyes so big and and pleading, lip pushed out in desperation, and that far gone look in her eyes. She was so drunk, Robby should know better, he does know better. Whether or not he cared, though? That's a different story entirely.

She started rolling her hips into the hand still cupping her cunt. Robby used his other hand to hold her hip down, "Be patient, Tori," he warned.

She whined again but stilled nonetheless. "Please, Daddy," she asked, looking up at him, batting her eyelashes at him.

"Can't say no to you, can I?" he said with a light laugh, hands leaving her body to undo his belt.

As he shucked his pants off, Victoria eagerly pushed her panties off. She reached for the hem of her top before Robby grabbed her wrist, "Leave the skirt and shirt on, baby, Daddy likes how you look in them." Her hands dropped to her side instantly, nodding with fervor.

Robby got his pants and boxers off, discarding them on the floor, and moved onto the bed between Victoria's legs. "Let me see you, Tori," he instructed lowly.

Victoria spread her legs, flipping her skirt up to give Robby a better view of her cunt. It was flushed and swollen and glistening from how wet she was.

"Oh you're so wet for me, Tori," Robby cooed, running one finger through her folds, barely grazing over her clit. "Alcohol makes you so horny, huh, baby girl? So desperate after just a few drinks? A little girl who can't control herself, isn't that right?"

Victoria whined, trying to hide her face behind her arms.

"Ah-ah, no hiding, baby," Robby said, pulling her arms back to her sides.

"Daddy, please," she moaned, legs spreading impossible wider.

"Shh, I'll take care of you, don't worry," Robby said, slipping two fingers into the wet heat of her cunt. Slowly pumping in and out, working her open for his cock. "Shit, baby, so tight for me. Can't wait to get inside you."

"Need it, please," she begged, hips rocking to meet his fingers, "Need you, Daddy."

"Patience, sweetheart, patience," he cooed.

He worked her open for a few more minutes before pulling his fingers out. He moved to sit against the headboard, "C'mere, baby, Daddy wants you to ride him."

Victoria clumsily sat up and moved to straddle Robby, the alcohol impairing her movements. Once on Robby's lap she moved to kiss him, wet and messy and, fuck, he could taste the booze on her breath.

He indulged her for a moment before fingers tangled in her and pulled her back, "C'mon baby, on my cock, you were so eager for it earlier."

He held his cock for her as she lined herself up, slowly sinking down, moaning at the stretch. She never got used to it, she never wanted to, she loved how big he felt inside of her. "So full," she breathed out once fully seated, burying her face in his neck.

"You feel so good, baby, so tight for me," Robby praised, hands finding her hips to guide her to begin riding him.

She moved herself up and down on his cock, whining and moaning as her clit rubbed against his stomach and his cock hit her g-spot. They went on like that for a few minutes, slow leisurely fucking, it almost felt like making love.

Until she stopped abruptly, trying to pull herself off Robby's cock, but his hands wouldn't let her go.

"Tori, what's wrong, baby? Don't you want to keep going?" Robby cooed.

"Need to go," she insisted, "Bathroom, 'm gonna- I need to-"

"Shh, Tori," Robby soothed, "It's okay you can go, just stay with Daddy, let go."

"'S gross," she complained, face buried in his neck again.

"Not gross, sweetie, I promise," Robby said, barely containing the lust in his voice. "Daddy likes when his little girl is messy."

"Noooo, don't wanna be messy," Victoria complained.

Robby removed a hand from her hip and moved it to press over her stomach, over the waistband of the skirt she still wore, making her squirm on his cock even more, "Shh, let go for me," he cooed as he began thrusting up into the wet heat of her cunt. "Make a mess for me baby girl."

She began rocking her hips again, face not leaving Robby's neck, cunt clenching around his cock. Her moans became higher pitched, her whines more frequent, until suddenly Robby felt a warm wetness in his lap as her cunt began to clench erratically around his cock. Cumming on his cock as she let her bladder empty on him.

"Fuck, yeah, just like that, baby, doing so good for me," he rasped, fucking to into her harder. "Wetting yourself so prettily for, Daddy, baby. Gonna cum in you, make you even messier."

"Please, please, wan' it, please," she was practically sobbing out her pleas, desperate for Robby.

He thrust up one last time, finishing deep inside her. He held her there for a few minutes as he came down before pulling her off and laying her down on the bed. In the wetness that came from her.

Robby moved to lay between her legs, pushing her skirt up (and, fuck, it was soaked), and putting her mouth to her pussy.

Her hands shot down to his hair, futilely trying to push him away, "Nooo, it's gross, Daddy, don't! I'm messy!"

Robby pulled back to look at her, "Shh baby, let Daddy take care of his little girl, gonna clean you up," he said before diving back in. His tongue licking up his own cum, her piss, and her slick. The tastes of each mingling on his tongue. He groaned as he lapped at her, moaned as he sucked on her clit.

"Gonna- gonna cum, daddy can I cum?" she begged from above him.

"Make a mess in my mouth, sweetie," he said, pulling back just enough to speak before getting back to work.

She came hard, and Robby swallowed every drop of her wetness he could get. Continuing to lick and suck at her folds until she was overstimulated and crying out for him to stop. (And, maybe, a little past that too).

When he finally pulled back he flipped her skirt back down, a sorry excuse for modesty after what he'd done with her. He gathered her into his arms and carried her to the master bedroom and into the en suite bathroom.

He pads down the hall, socks and carpets muting his steps. The townhouse is eerie like this; the air muted and lifeless. No sounds of the restless men who live here.

Just Dennis.

He grabs a glass of water from the cabinet. Robby had told Dennis all about the fights they had over dishware when he and Jack first got married. Robby had sentimental plates from his bubbe. Jack wouldn't relinquish the silverware his wife loved. Robby called Jack tasteless and Jack called Robby 'prissy'.

He leans on the kitchen island and opens his phone. Checks Instagram for any updates on all the 3 people he follows. He likes an Instagram story from Trinity. It's a... plate of tortilla chips, microwave melted cheese, and hot cheeto dust topping? The he checks an empty email inbox before he gives up.

It's so quiet in the kitchen, Dennis can hear the pipes in the walls.

When he was 18, Dennis stole a fork out of the meal hall. It left him so sweaty and shaky that he ate off of paper towels for 3 months instead of stealing a plate.

Trin: why are you awake fuckleberry

A text pops up on his phone.

Dennis sighs. She's such a freak sometimes.

Sender: cant sleep.

Sender: why are YOU up?

Trin: is that farmboy for "i just tucked in my two geriatric boyfriends with their night meds and old man pajama caps but now the sound of their cpap machines is keeping me awake"???

Trin: question dodger🫵🏻🫵🏻🫵🏻

Trin: can't sleep

Dennis scrunches his nose up trying to assess Trinity's current level of hostility.

Sender: you ok?

Trin: sure.

Trin: are you okay?

Sender: sure.

Trin: ok.

Trin: they arent fucking with you are they?

Trin: emphasis on "with". Dont tell me about any other fucking thats going on over there

Trin: i suffer enough

Sender: its fine

Sender: everythings fine

Trin: ok. Let me know if you need anything.

Sender: thanks. Go to sleep.

Trin: "reacted 👎🏻 to your message."

Dennis sips his glass and wanders to the living room. A shelf holds a framed photo of a younger Robby and a man he now knows is Adamson. An inscrutable object made out of pipecleaners and pompoms reads "to Uncle Jack" on its paper plate belly. There's a propped up birthday card from Heather that Robby got in the mail last year. Two books sit on the highest shelf, spines reading "Abbot." Apparently, Liz had published them during her time as a reporter. Dennis thought about reading one once, but something about it made his hands clammy.

His glass is empty now but Dennis isn't tired.

"It's nice" he wants to think. "A house full of treasures from lives well lived." It was the exact sort of thing Dennis has wished he had growing up. Drawings on the fridge. Well-maintained baby albums. A quilt for every kid and a diplomas hung on the wall.

Maybe his brothers had had that once. His ma's energy run dry by kid number 4. Dennis was "gifted" a bear from his brother Abe when he was a baby. Abe took it back to give to his daughter when Dennis was 16.

Dennis gets sick of the living room and decides to punish himself.

The ensuite bedroom has a second door into the hall. Dennis uses it to avoid disturbing the two men in the room over.

The counter is split in two. One side, a half empty bottle of cologne, the most generic men's deodorant Dennis has ever seen, and a beard trimmer strewn across the counter. On the other, meticulously labeled containers of curl cream and lotion. In the middle of the counter is the only object of Dennis' in the house. A green plastic toothbrush. Robby and Jack both have fancy electric ones with charging stands so there's no cup for Dennis to put his in. It lies limply near the sink. Dennis bought it new the second time he ever stayed the night here. He didnt want them to see his old one, with bristles so matted, they were practically flat. The one from the church food bank that was so generic it screamed "I got this for free."

Dennis never left it there overnight. He could-- they probably wouldn't mind. It was just easier to let it live in his bag inbetween nights spent here.

His fingertips trace the glass bottle of cologne. He takes note of where it sits: the angle, the placement, before taking the cap off and smelling it. It smells like everytime he's buried his face in Robby's neck. It smells like the green fleece that drives Jack crazy everytime Dennis puts it on. It smells like the first grounding touch he had had in 4 months, once.

He puts it back in its spot of the counter. Nudging it until it's the perfect image of where it was 2 minutes ago.

Dennis still isn't sleepy but he is sure is tired. He's tired and he wants to feel warm, even if he has to leave in the morning.

He opens the door gingerly, moving slow in the in darkness. His eyes adjust slowly as he makes his way to the bed. Dark blobs becoming clothes on the floor and the edges of furniture. Once he's at the foot of the bed, can see somewhat clearly again.

In his absence, Robby and Jack had migrated towards each other. Robby's nose pressed into Jack's cheek. Jack's arm slung around Robby's shoulder.

Their chests rose and feel in tandem.

There's no more room for Dennis inbetween them anymore.

"Don't sound so smug, Jack," Robby huffed. Jack could practically hear the pout on his lips.

"Am I not allowed to appreciate how eager my omega is for me?" Jack asked.

"Can't be eager for you if you're not even here," Robby shot back. The line was silent for a few moments before Robby sighed, "I miss you, Jack."

"I know, sweetheart, I miss you too," Jack cooed.

"I want you," Robby whined.

"Aw, is my sweet omega all pent up?" Jack asked in a low voice.

"Well someone hasn't fucked me in over a week," Robby spat.

"I have been neglecting you, haven't I?"

"Yes," Robby huffed, at least Jack acknowledged his mistakes.

"Why don't you make yourself feel good for me, baby? Can you touch yourself for me?" Jack asked. Robby whined on the other end of the line, and fuck if it wasn't making Jack hard.

"What are you wearing, baby?" Jack asked.

"One of your shirts," Robby said quietly, "And- and the panties you like."

Jack let out a low groan, "You gonna save them for me?"

"Maybe," Robby said, trying to sound teasing but barely concealing how aroused he was by the thought of saving slick damp panties for his alpha.

"Play with your little cock for me, Mikey," Jack instructed.

Robby rucked his shirt up and dipped a hand into his panties, palming at his hard cocklet. He wrapped his fingers around the base and began to stroke slowly, letting out a high whine as he did so.

"Does that feel good, baby?"

"'S okay," Robby said, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. "'S not the same."

"Mmm, I know sweetheart, but you're doing so good for me," Jack cooed. "Do you want something in your hole? You feeling empty?"

"Only want you," Robby whined.

"Why don't you use the dildo I got you, baby? Make yourself feel nice and full for me?" Jack suggested. He'd gotten Robby a custom knotting dildo to use whenever their shifts were failing to line up, but Robby almost universally refused to use it.

"No," Robby snarled, "I'm not stooping to those levels like a cheater."

"Mikey, please, I just want you to feel good," Jack insisted.

"I have a perfectly good alpha I don't need a dildo," Robby huffed, hand still slowly stroking his cock.

"Michael, I am that alpha," Jack said.

"Right and you left me here all alone," Robby said.

"If you want me to hang up I can," Jack said, his tone amused if also exasperated.

"I'm not letting you back in the nest if you do," Robby threatened, and Jack knew he was serious.

"Fine baby, no dildo," Jack conceded. "I still want you to feel good though, even if I can't fill you up until I come home on Sunday."

"Alpha?" Robby asked after a few moments of silence.

"Yes, sweetheart?" Jack prompted.

"Can I- Can I use your pillow?" Robby finally asked.

"Shit, baby," Jack groaned. "Yeah, yeah go ahead. I want to hear my pretty omega getting off on my pillow."

Robby immediately put the phone on speaker and set it down, moving to grab Jack's pillow and stuff it between his thighs once he was on his stomach. Robby rocked into the pillow, the friction from the lace panties he still wore delightful on his cocklet and the folds of his cunt. "Fuck, alpha, feels so good," Robby moaned.

Jack had pulled his cock out and begun stroking it, his knot already beginning to fill. The mental image of Robby wrecking himself on Jack's pillow, in their nest, wearing his favorite panties was nearly enough to make Jack cum right then and there.

Jack enjoyed the sounds of his omega rutting into the pillow, moaning out filth about how slick he was, how ready he was for his alpha.

"Ja- shit- Jack, can I cum? Please alpha, let me cum?" Robby begged, his voice strained from how close he was to the edge.

"Go ahead, Mikey. Cum for me, feel good for me, baby," Jack ordered.

Robby moaned loudly on the other end of the line, gushing slick and spurting cum into his panties. He was breathing heavily as he came down from his high. Jack, for his part, came as soon as Robby had started begging.

"Mikey, you still with me?" Jack asked after a couple minutes of silence.

"Mmm," Robby whined, "Miss you, Jackie."

"Aw, baby, I know. I'll be home so soon, though," Jack soothed.

"It's not the same," Robby said with a pout. "Want your knot."

"I'll give it to you as soon as I can, I promise."

"No more conferences," Robby demanded.

"Can't promise that, but maybe I'll take you with me next time? Show off my perfect omega for everyone to see," Jack said, lovesick and sweet. "You know people thought I was an omega today, my clothes all smelled so much of you."

Robby preened at that. He'd scented all of Jack's clothes quite thoroughly before he'd left. Sue him, he was just as possessive as Jack was.

"You like that don't you, Mikey?" Jack teased.

"You're mine," Robby stated simply.

"That I am," Jack said with a smile. "Go get cleaned up for me, baby, you need to rest after the shifts you've been working all week."

"'S comfy in the nest," Robby whined.

"It'll be comfier if you're not in soaked panties," Jack said pointedly. "But don't throw those away, I wasn't joking about saving them."

"Pervert," Robby said as he sat up, placing Jack's pillow back in its spot and peeling his underwear off. He placed them right in the center, where'd they'd stay until Jack was home.

"Says you," Jack said playfully. "Love you, Mikey, sleep well for me, yeah?"

"I'll try," Robby said. "Love you, too, even if you did abandon me."

"Oh for the love of-"

He pads down the hall, socks and carpets muting his steps. The townhouse is eerie like this; the air muted and lifeless. No sounds of the restless men who live here.

Just Dennis.

He grabs a glass of water from the cabinet. Robby had told Dennis all about the fights they had over dishware when he and Jack first got married. Robby had sentimental plates from his bubbe. Jack wouldn't relinquish the silverware his wife loved. Robby called Jack tasteless and Jack called Robby 'prissy'.

He leans on the kitchen island and opens his phone. Checks Instagram for any updates on all the 3 people he follows. He likes an Instagram story from Trinity. It's a... plate of tortilla chips, microwave melted cheese, and hot cheeto dust topping? The he checks an empty email inbox before he gives up.

It's so quiet in the kitchen, Dennis can hear the pipes in the walls.

When he was 18, Dennis stole a fork out of the meal hall. It left him so sweaty and shaky that he ate off of paper towels for 3 months instead of stealing a plate.

Trin: why are you awake fuckleberry

A text pops up on his phone.

Dennis sighs. She's such a freak sometimes.

Sender: cant sleep.

Sender: why are YOU up?

Trin: is that farmboy for "i just tucked in my two geriatric boyfriends with their night meds and old man pajama caps but now the sound of their cpap machines is keeping me awake"???

Trin: question dodger🫵🏻🫵🏻🫵🏻

Trin: can't sleep

Dennis scrunches his nose up trying to assess Trinity's current level of hostility.

Sender: you ok?

Trin: sure.

Trin: are you okay?

Sender: sure.

Trin: ok.

Trin: they arent fucking with you are they?

Trin: emphasis on "with". Dont tell me about any other fucking thats going on over there

Trin: i suffer enough

Sender: its fine

Sender: everythings fine

Trin: ok. Let me know if you need anything.

Sender: thanks. Go to sleep.

Trin: "reacted 👎🏻 to your message."

Dennis sips his glass and wanders to the living room. A shelf holds a framed photo of a younger Robby and a man he now knows is Adamson. An inscrutable object made out of pipecleaners and pompoms reads "to Uncle Jack" on its paper plate belly. There's a propped up birthday card from Heather that Robby got in the mail last year. Two books sit on the highest shelf, spines reading "Abbot." Apparently, Liz had published them during her time as a reporter. Dennis thought about reading one once, but something about it made his hands clammy.

His glass is empty now but Dennis isn't tired.

"It's nice" he wants to think. "A house full of treasures from lives well lived." It was the exact sort of thing Dennis has wished he had growing up. Drawings on the fridge. Well-maintained baby albums. A quilt for every kid and a diplomas hung on the wall.

Maybe his brothers had had that once. His ma's energy run dry by kid number 4. Dennis was "gifted" a bear from his brother Abe when he was a baby. Abe took it back to give to his daughter when Dennis was 16.

Dennis gets sick of the living room and decides to punish himself.

The ensuite bedroom has a second door into the hall. Dennis uses it to avoid disturbing the two men in the room over.

The counter is split in two. One side, a half empty bottle of cologne, the most generic men's deodorant Dennis has ever seen, and a beard trimmer strewn across the counter. On the other, meticulously labeled containers of curl cream and lotion. In the middle of the counter is the only object of Dennis' in the house. A green plastic toothbrush. Robby and Jack both have fancy electric ones with charging stands so there's no cup for Dennis to put his in. It lies limply near the sink. Dennis bought it new the second time he ever stayed the night here. He didnt want them to see his old one, with bristles so matted, they were practically flat. The one from the church food bank that was so generic it screamed "I got this for free."

Dennis never left it there overnight. He could-- they probably wouldn't mind. It was just easier to let it live in his bag inbetween nights spent here.

His fingertips trace the glass bottle of cologne. He takes note of where it sits: the angle, the placement, before taking the cap off and smelling it. It smells like everytime he's buried his face in Robby's neck. It smells like the green fleece that drives Jack crazy everytime Dennis puts it on. It smells like the first grounding touch he had had in 4 months, once.

He puts it back in its spot of the counter. Nudging it until it's the perfect image of where it was 2 minutes ago.

Dennis still isn't sleepy but he is sure is tired. He's tired and he wants to feel warm, even if he has to leave in the morning.

He opens the door gingerly, moving slow in the in darkness. His eyes adjust slowly as he makes his way to the bed. Dark blobs becoming clothes on the floor and the edges of furniture. Once he's at the foot of the bed, can see somewhat clearly again.

In his absence, Robby and Jack had migrated towards each other. Robby's nose pressed into Jack's cheek. Jack's arm slung around Robby's shoulder.

Their chests rose and feel in tandem.

There's no more room for Dennis inbetween them anymore.