hi hey hi

“Javadi, with me,” Robby barks. They’re on hour twelve of their fourth twelve that week and Victoria hasn’t looked at him since she corrected him during rounds. When he asked her to chart his procedure, she walked away. If she hadn’t, she’d have yelled at him in the middle of the ED. He doesn’t know that, but he also doesn’t know she wore a purple lace bralette just for him today (not that he’s taken the time to notice any of her effort this week).

She follows him into an empty patient room with her spine straight and face blank.

“What the hell was that?” he barks as soon as the door closes. 

She crosses her arms. 

“Javadi.” 

She stares him down. 

“You can’t just –”

“You sent me to chairs for a blister, and I spent all day looking at rashes and suddenly you decide you like me again and want me to titrate a vasoactive drip for a cardiogenic shock—”

“You’re perfectly capable of—”

“I know I’m perfectly capable,” she shouts. “Of a senior resident skill, by the way. That’s not the point.” 

“I’m trying to avoid showing favoritism and—”

“But I am your favorite. And you sent me to chairs. Again.”

Robby crosses his arms, mouth pinched tight. “In the ED, we have to work as a team. Everyone cycles through chairs to gain experience wi—”

“You just don’t want to see me!” She doesn’t want to hear his canned speech about teamwork and giving everyone a chance to do the good stuff. They both know it’s bullshit. 

“Baby.” He drops his arms and tries to take her hand. She swats him away.

“Don’t you baby me,” she scoffs. 

“You’re a big girl.”

“No,” she all but whines. If she keeps this up, she’ll angry cry. She hates angry crying. 

“No?” he scoffs and pitches his weight forward to loom over her. She meets his glare with one of her own and feels her lip quiver. 

“I’m liddle!” She stamps her foot and slips into the role she’s been craving all week. She misses this, misses him. This week has been a nearly 48-hour L in the ED, and he hasn’t given into her even once. 

His face softens as he watches hers crumple “Oh baby. Is that what this is? A temper tantrum?” 

She shifts back and forth. “Nooo,” she whines. 

“Oh, I think it is,” he steps closer, tucking a loose hair behind her ear. “I think it’s been too long since I had you over my knee and you’re getting an attitude.” 

“I don’t have an attitude,” she says with an attitude. 

He throws his head with a sarcastic laugh, “Oh you very much do, but that’s my fault isn’t it?”

She quietly looks up at him through her long eyelashes as he runs his large hands along her back, his fingers just barely brushing the top of her ass. “I haven’t been showing you just how much I appreciate everything you do for me. My perfect little princess. You just need your Daddy to appreciate you like you deserve.”

His lips are on her then, tongue pushing through her quivering lips. She throws her arms around his neck, stretching on her tiptoes to climb him, hands pulling at his scrubs. Their stethoscopes fall to the floor in a loud clatter. They both ignore it, more intent on clawing at each other than finishing the shift. 

“Baby,” he moans into her mouth as he tries to push her leg down. “Baby.” He tries again to put distance between them. “Victoria.” He pushes her away. His hands cup her shoulders, steadying her away from him. 

Victoria. Not baby. Not bunny. Not his darling little girl.

“Your shift is over.”

Her lip quivers as she fights tears. 

Jack felt his phone buzz twenty minutes later.

Michael: Bedroom?

Jack: Be right there❤️

Jack walked down the hall to their bedroom, pausing just outside the door to take a deep breath. He knew what Robby was going to ask for, and he knew he could give it to him, he only wished days like this were fewer and farther between.

He opened the door gently and walked toward the bed as quietly as he could while on crutches. Robby was sitting against the headboard, dressed in nothing but his boxers, his head hanging low, eyes trained on his lap.

When Jack reached the bed he climbed on next to Robby, leaned his crutches against the wall, and turned to face the other man.

Jack grabbed one of Robby's hands, brushing his thumb along the skin in a soothing motion (more for himself than Robby if he was honest with himself), "What do you need tonight, Mikey?" Jack asked softly.

"I need to forget. I- I let too many people die today, wasn't good enough. Wasn't quick enough. Wasn't-" Robby rasped out, cutting himself off, like the words were painful to let out.

"What can I do to help you forget?" Jack probed. He wanted to tell Robby that he didn't let anyone die, that he was a wonderfully capable doctor, that sometimes you just can't save them all. But that isn't what he needed to hear right now. And really, Robby knew those things, intellectually at least. This wasn't about self worth or esteem, this was about the thoughts that plagued his boy's mind, the ones seemingly only Jack could get to quiet.

"Need to hurt," Robby said with conviction. This was the one thing Jack rarely had to push out of Robby. He tried not to think about the implications too much.

"What do you want me to use?" Jack asked. Sometimes Robby wanted to be held close and spanked, sometimes he wanted the flogger, other times one of the paddles. Jack didn't have a preference, whatever his boy needed is what his boy got.

Robby was quiet for a moment, still not looking at Jack, before he quietly breathed out a response, "Paddle. Then... then hands."

"Which paddle?" Jack asked. Robby's face twisted, his brows furrowed. "Do you want Daddy to pick?"

Robby nodded at that, "Please."

Jack squeezed the hand he was still holding, "Whatever you need, Mikey. Bring me the box and I'll pick one out," he instructed gently.

He watched as Robby stood and shuffled to the end of the bed, opening the storage ottoman and pulling out an inconspicuous wooden box.

"Good boy, Mikey," Jack praised as Robby sat back down and handed Jack the box. He rifled through its contents, eventually settling on their long wooden paddle. Something he could use while Robby laid on his stomach, away from Jack, before he pulled him over his lap to finish with his hands.

Jack set the box down on the floor and turned back to Robby, "Lay on your stomach for me, pillow under your hips. Boxers on for now," he instructed.

Robby grabbed his pillow, shoved it under his hips so his ass was presented for Jack, and laid down, head resting on folded arms.

"Perfect, always so good for me," Jack praised.

Robby whined at that, eyes screwed shut as he shook his head.

"Ah-ah, none of that Mikey. You just listen to what Daddy tells you, got it?"

"Yes, Daddy," Robby mumbled.

"Good," Jack said, "We'll do five with your boxers on, 15 off, and then you'll get my hand," Jack explained. He waited for a nod from Robby before he began, swinging the paddle down squarely across Robby's ass. "You have so many thoughts buzzing through that head of yours all the time, Mikey. Telling you you're bad, that you should've been better. And you know what I think of that?" Jack asked as he landed the second hit.

"Hmm?" Robby whined, he never spoke much once they got started. Jack liked it that way.

"I think those thoughts need to be quieted. I think you just need a reminder that it doesn't matter if you're bad or good, because you're mine," Jack continued, landing the third and fourth swats. "You belong to Daddy, and he isn't a fan of what your brain likes to tell you." Jack landed the fifth hit, right on Robby's sit spots.

Robby whimpered, hands already moving to push his boxers off.

"Eager for it, huh?" Jack said with a small smile as he helped Robby out of his underwear.

Jack delivered the following hits methodically, spreading them across Robby's ass and thighs; admiring the way his skin bloomed an even shade of red. It wasn't so much that Jack enjoyed hurting Robby, but rather that he enjoyed how Robby trusted Jack to hurt him. There was an odd sense of pride in Jack's chest every time Robby asked for this. It meant that Robby wasn't afraid of falling apart with Jack, that he trusted that the pieces would be taken apart and put back together with no judgement. Jack understood that little else was ever able to quiet his boy's mind, so he would happily take on this responsibility if it meant Robby gets to experience a few moments of peace. It hurt his heart how often Robby needed this, if he could rid his boy's mind of those thoughts for eternity he'd do it in a heartbeat. But he would never stop giving this to Robby. So long as he needs it, Jack would provide.

"Last one, baby," Jack said softly before landing the final hit of the paddle across Robby's upper thighs.

Jack tossed the paddle onto the floor next to the box he'd discarded there earlier and then moved to sit against the headboard. "Over my lap now, Mikey," Jack instructed.

Robby took in a breath before moving, wincing as his ass rubbed against the comforter when he rolled off his pillow. He crawled over to Jack, depositing himself across the other man's thighs. He folded the arm closest to Jack's body in front of him, laying his head on it and folded the other behind his back. A silent plea for Jack to hold him, to tether him.

Jack grabbed Robby's hand without hesitation, squeezing it in his own. "You tell me when it's enough, okay? Can you do that for me, Mikey?"

"Yes, Daddy," Robby breathed out, squeezing Jack's hand in response.

Jack began spanking Robby, starting on the meat of his ass. Hard, intentional swats that Robby would feel for a few days. So, at least for a while, when the guilt crept back in Robby would still feel Jack; the reminders of who he belonged to. Reminders of who and what truly mattered at the end of the day.

Robby let out small whines as Jack spanked him, occasionally groaning if Jack hit a particularly sore spot. But he hadn't ended it yet, so Jack continued.

He moved to Robby's thighs, spreading Robby's legs apart so he could get to the skin in between. That's when the crying picked up. Slow, fat tears running down Robby's cheeks. Jack hated to see Robby cry, but he knew this meant catharsis.

A few minutes later, Jack heard the word.

"Done. 'M done, Daddy," Robby rasped out, his throat sore from crying.

Jack immediately stopped. He let go of Robby's hand, only to gather his boy up entirely. Jack shifted them until he was laying flat on his back with Robby on top of him, chest to chest, Robby's face nestled into the junction of the other man's neck and shoulders.

"You took it so well, baby," Jack cooed, his hands rubbing circles into Robby's back. "Daddy's proud of you. Asking for what you needed, not hiding from me."

"Thank you, Daddy," Robby sobbed into Jack's neck.

"Shh, you're okay, baby. I'll always give you what you need," Jack soothed. "Is my boy's head a little quieter now?" he asked after a few beats of silence.

"Mhm," Robby mumbled. "'S better... nicer. Just Daddy, only Daddy."

Jack smiled at that, "Yeah baby, just Daddy. Daddy and his boy." He hugged Robby tightly, pressing them as close as possible, reveling in the content sigh Robby let out as his shoulders finally relaxed.

After a few minutes, Jack gently shifted Robby off his body and laid him down on the bed. "Ready for lotion, Mikey?" When Robby nodded, Jack reached for the lotion they kept on the nightstand and began to massage it into Robby's red, sore skin.

When Jack finished with the lotion, he laid down next to Robby so he could see his face, "Hey, Mikey," Jack smiled, a hand coming up to caress his cheek. "I want you to eat something. Do you want to wait here for Daddy or come with me to the kitchen?"

"Kitchen," Robby said quietly, already moving to sit up.

"Patient, Mikey," Jack chastised gently, "I'm gonna put my leg on and then I'll get clothes for you."

Jack attached his prosthesis, he hadn't worn it all day so it was still where he'd left it by the bed after his last shift. He went to the closet and grabbed a fresh pair of boxers for Robby as well as one of his own sweaters, oversized and soft from years of wear.

He went back to the bedroom and helped Robby dress. He winced slightly as the fabric of the boxers came into contact with his ass and thighs, but Jack knew better than to ask if he was okay. Robby would always say yes, because he wanted this, needed this. Once the sweater was on Robby wrapped his arms around his own torso, "Daddy's?"

"Yeah, baby, I know you love that one," Jack said with a smile, leaning in to give Robby a kiss. "Been wanting to do that all day," he said when he pulled back. "C'mon, let's go get some food," Jack said, reaching out his left hand for Robby to hold.

They made their way to the kitchen where Jack opened the fridge. "Let's see," Jack said, using his free hand to look through the containers, "We have some leftover pasta, how does that sound, baby?"

"Good, Daddy," Robby said quietly.

Jack squeezed his hand encouragingly and took the container from the fridge. Jack managed to plate it and heat it up one handed, not wanting to let go of Robby's hand unless he absolutely had to.

They sat at the kitchen table together, Robby pressed into Jack's side, still clutching his left hand, as Jack fed Robby slow, small bites. Eating was hard on days like this, but Robby tried his best, he wanted to make Jack proud.

"You're doing great, Mikey, just a couple more bites and then we can go back to bed," Jack praised.

Robby finished eating and Jack simply deposited the dishes in the sink (he could deal with them tomorrow). They went back to their room, Jack helped Robby brush his teeth, and then they were curled back in bed together.

Jack sat against the headboard, legs spread to leave room for Robby who was lying against his chest. Robby has his arms wrapped around one of Jack's and his head tucked under his Daddy's chin.

"Jackie? Can you read to me?" Robby asked quietly after a few minutes of content silence.

"Of course, baby," Jack said, kissing the top of Robby's head before reaching for the e-reader they kept on the side table. Jack only really got to do this on nights like these. Robby usually preferred to read on his own, would actually read to Jack more often than Jack read to him. But days like these, all Robby wanted was to hear Jack's voice.

He tried again in college. Study groups, movie nights, and even things with his roommates who he liked well enough. Except, they had friends outside of Dennis who actually stuck to plans so he stopped trying.

Once, as if manifesting would help, Dennis even bought pizzas and drinks and waited for people to show up. He’d invited more than usual to try and help. Some of them he considered close friends.

His roommates were gone for the night so they came home to a clean kitchen and pizza in the fridge for anyone to eat. Dennis didn’t even bother hiding in his room out of embarrassment. He always knew how it would end, he just hoped sometimes it would be different.

When he moved in with Trinity and once they got comfortable, he attempted a movie night. She’d made a reference Dennis didn’t know and with a little hope, he asked if she’d show it to him that weekend. She agreed and Dennis even bought some of their favorite ice cream to go along with it.

The weekend came and Trinity didn’t forget. She didn’t, Dennis knew because while he got comfortable on the couch she walked out dressed up a little and said Garcia wanted to try out a few bars. They’d just watch the movie next weekend, right?

Dennis swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. They weren’t even really friends. Just coworkers turned roommates.

Dennis watched something else alone, determined to not cry in his ice cream.

He didn’t remind Trinity next weekend and pretended to not care when he noticed she ate her ice cream on her own.

So Dennis stopped. There were some evenings day shift went out and had a beer and Dennis would go to those. He’d have one beer and sit off to the side, not trying to insert himself. It didn’t end well during the bets and he tried on the first night he was invited and got weird looks. He preferred being invited and on the edge, he told himself.

A while into his residency, Dennis overheard Jack and Robby talking about a new restaurant opening up and getting a reservation for it. The two chat more than they maybe should during hand-off’s. Dennis managed to always be in their orbit when it happened. Something about his crush on both men and the fact he liked feeling a part of the conversation when they sometimes turned to him and asked what he thought. They never laughed at Dennis or gave him an odd look unless he meant for it to happen. It made him feel wanted.

He knew better, but still wondered what kind of things the restaurant served and if it was out of price for him. Maybe Dennis would look it up later. See if he’d be able to go in and eat by himself. He chewed on his thumb nail as he went over his schedule in his head.

“What about you, Dennis?” Jack said. Dennis hummed and looked up with wide eyes. “You’re not working Thursday.”

“Oh, no,” Dennis said, “Free day.”

“Free evening?” Robby asked. Dennis nodded. He tilted his head, wondering why they were asking. “Jack knows the hostess. He thinks he can get a reservation for seven.”

“Um. Seven’s good.” Robby smiled and nodded, knocking on the hub before walking off. Jack was grinning too and gave Dennis a wink before walking off.

Thursday morning Dennis was alone. He’d be alone the whole day, but most of the time he was in the apartment, Trinity was there, too. Today, though, she went out. Something about shopping with Javadi. Sometimes they sent him pictures of the outfits they tried on and he liked the images. He didn’t ask to join in on their girls day. That was for them.

The whole day ticked by slow. Dennis didn’t care to get ready for the day. He stared at his closet and set aside some nicer clothes he would wear if something did happen. Not that it mattered.

There were a few small things around the apartment to be done. Cleaning, laundry, a few things that could be fixed without contacting the landlord. Dennis made sure to stay away from Trinity’s bathroom. She didn’t like him going in there.

Eventually, there was nothing left to distract Dennis. The time he would start getting ready came and went. It didn’t matter. It had been an off-handed comment. The attending’s were just trying to let him in on their conversation. They wouldn’t want a resident with them at the restaurant.

Dennis looked through the DVD’s and put on some movie Trinity had definitely referenced before. Better than him staring at the time and wondering what work would be like after the weekend. Curling the blanket around himself, he watched the movie.

He didn’t mean to lay down on the couch, but it worked to keep him from being able to stare at the clock as it ticked closer to seven.

Dennis didn’t like horror movies much. He watched his first one alone at 19 and decided he’d never do it again. Except the one he put on was definitely horror and while it helped distract him, he felt a bit closer to crying than he’d like.

There was a knock on the door and Dennis frowned. He paused the movie, wondering who was knocking. Maybe Trinity had put in a request for something around the apartment and forgot to tell Dennis. She did that sometimes.

“Sorry we’re a bit late,” Robby said when Dennis opened the door, “Jack’s car wasn’t starting.”

“Well someone left the lights on all night.” Jack said. Dennis blinked. He looked between the two. This was weird. “You’re wearing PJ’s. I mean. If that’s the vibe you want.”

“Um.” Dennis stared with wide eyes. Robby poked his head in. Without thinking, Dennis stepped back, opening the door further and inadvertently inviting them in.

“The Conjuring, that’s a good one,” Robby said. He shifted on his feet. Dennis knew in an instant what his thoughts were. He had them himself so many times before, but it never got to this point. To someone showing up and then Dennis having to explain they had plans. It all stalled before.

“Oh,” Jack nodded, “You forget?”

“No!” Dennis shook his head. “No, I didn’t. Just—“

“Give me five.” Jack walked out the door and Dennis winced. His stomach dropped. He never wanted to put someone in the situation he found himself in often.

“It’s okay if you did,” Robby said, “We can adjust.”

“I didn’t forget.” Dennis swore. “I just—“

“Lost track of time?”

“Sort of? It’s complicated.” Robby nodded. Dennis rushed to think of how he could fix this. He shut off the TV. Maybe if he took away the issue? “Um. I don’t want to ruin your night. You guys can go.”

“It’s our night—“

“Sure.”

“—And we want you there. I think Jack’s figuring out the reservation right now.” Dennis looked to the door where Jack stood on the other side. If he couldn’t fix their reservation, then Dennis would just finish his horror movie. He ignored the guilt at putting them in the position he’d always been in.

Before Dennis could say anything about that whole thing, the door opened and Jack walked in, staring down at his phone.

“Okay, I talked to Helene and there was a cancellation right before I called,” he said, “So we’ve got another hour. Den, do you think you can be ready in time?”

Dennis stared at Jack with wide eyes. Just like that. He’d fixed the issue of their reservation without even being asked. There was a lump in his chest and Dennis did his best to shove it down like he did with everything else. He wouldn’t ruin this chance.

“Yeah!” he nodded, “Um, I just—I need to shower real quick and change. You can sit—Or—Um. Sorry, it’s a bit messy.”

“Don’t worry about it, Dennis,” Robby smiled. He moved the blanket Dennis had been curled up in, tossing it over the back of the couch and patting the spot next to him for Jack.

“Take your time,” Jack said, “We were going to be a bit early anyway.”

“Yeah, okay.” Dennis double checked as if they would disappear on him. “Okay. I’ll be quick.”

“And that’s when you- one sec, Mikey, just hold on- you see right here?”

Jack’s hand smoothed over Robby’s back where the older man was draped over a sex pillow. Robby’s muscles weren’t as accustomed to presenting yet, the wedge allowing him to be slack and rested. His arms were cuffed at the small of his back, leaving him prone to Jack’s ministrations. Dennis leaned forward in his chair next to the bed, peering at where Jack was stroking Robby’s shivery inner thighs. “You can see riiiight here, these little lumps on his thighs where the scent glands are starting to form.” Jack explained, and Dennis nodded absentmindedly. He couldn’t focus exactly where Jack was pointing when the man was rolling his hips into Robby’s hole, pressing his half-formed knot against his rim. Dennis pressed the heel of his palm against his own hard knot.

“Gonna be such a good ‘mega, huh Robby?” Jack crooned, setting his hands on Robby’s hips and rocking into him with smooth thrusts. “Meeting all the milestones, getting such a pretty little cunt right here..”

Robby whined into the pillow under his head, his hands floundering for a second until Jack tangled their fingers together. Robby’s scent was already sweetening, the notes of cinnamon and tobacco sweetening into something richer and sweeter.

When Jack’s knot slotted home Robby jerked and cried out into the fabric of the wedge pillow, his small cock squirting weakly with clear, watery slick. Jack kissed his broad, hairy back before looking at Dennis. “If you grab some water and the sliced fruit I might even let you eat out his new cunt.” Jack purred, chuckling at the speed that Dennis shot up out of his chair. .

.

.