hi hey hi

“you want me to…suck on you guys instead?” dennis asked.

robby was blushing and rubbing the back of his hot neck. jack was a little more shameless, throwing dennis that crooked smile from his place on the couch, legs splayed wide.

jacks smooth, confident voice cut through dennis’s confusion. “we see how you look at us. and you obviously have some sort of freudian oral fixation that you should get a psych consult about. so…”

robby looked up at the ceiling, “don’t make this weirder than it has to be, jack.”

“uhhh…” dennis was struggling to find the words. “i-um-are you, like, serious? this isn’t a weird joke or hazing thing?”

“what? whitaker, we think you’re cute and you obviously have a weird energy you gotta work out.” jack tilted his head while maintaining eye contact with dennis. “no pressure, though. robby will sulk for a couple days before getting over it, but he’s a big boy.”

“jack, i swear to god-“

dennis interrupted eagerly, “i’ll do it!”

robby finally looked his way, “yeah?”

“yeah…just tell me what to do.”

oh, this boy was gonna be the death of them.

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turns out, jack can’t get hard without a vasodilator. something about his medication. it was actually kinda perfect because it meant he would just stay soft in dennis’s mouth. there wasn’t any worrying about jaw pain or having to swallow unexpectedly.

it was the third quarter. maybe the fourth. dennis wasn’t sure, half time had definitely happened. it didn’t matter. he was in a particular state of bliss he hadn’t been in…ever.

he tasted jack. he felt jack. he smelled jack. he couldn’t even look at anything besides jack (ok, he could sneak little glimpses of robby who was also pretending not to look.)

it was so much better than those stupid candies.

eventually, the game ended. jack grabbed a slack dennis by the hair and pulled him off. “you’re gonna give me trench foot on my dick if you keep me any longer.” he laughed at his own joke. robby glared. dennis didn’t have the wherewithal to be annoyed. he started sucking on jacks upper thigh. jack asked a little condescendingly, “you still going?”

dennis hummed.

robby adjusted the way he was sitting and ordered, “come here, kid,” while patting his lap.

dennis stood up from his place on the floor, legs shaking beneath him as he tumbled into robby’s lap, straddling the man’s thighs. robby brushed his thumb on dennis’s swollen bottom lip, pulling it down to look at his teeth. “wanna get you in with a dentist. you need x rays after all that sugar. open up.” his jaw dropped immediately and robby slid in two large fingers. “suck.”

I think Dennis really, really enjoys getting his hair played with, like melts when anyone cards their hands through, and maybe rabbot knowing that and using it when Dennis is trying to slip out of bed on a day their all off?

Ough he's just like me fr (I also love having my hair played with). Again... this got away from me a bit. It's soft and sappy and I kind of love the idea of it <3

Dennis was an early riser. It didn't matter how late he went to bed, if he had work or not, or where he was, he was up at 6am at the absolute latest. It was one of the many things that carried over from farm life into emergency medicine: early mornings and late nights.

i think heather and the relationship robby had with her fundamentally changed robby's life. i think he never stopped grieving her because she was the one to step away. she wasn't a seven week itch he broke up with before it went anywhere serious. this was someone he loved but he couldn't love her right and she chose to walk away before they both ended up even more hurt. i think learning about her abortion unlocked a door in robby's heart he hadn't opened in a really long time. i think he realized that he could've had it all- a family- with her but he was never what she needed him to be and so they never got that far. i think heather taught robby what real care and affection feels like. i think robby never fully moved on from heather.

i always think about how they made sure heather wasn't there when robby had his breakdown in s1 because he needed to be unreachable and she could've reached him. she's like a stranger who knows all the keys to his heart and mind. someone whose house robby drives by and he knows where she keeps the good mugs and the best snacks but no longer knows when or who is grabbing them off the shelf. even though they're not together anymore heather could've reached him, and i think robby knows that, and i don't think he ever stops thinking about that. he let someone see his heart for all that it was and she may not hate him but she doesn't want him, not like that, not anymore, but she still knows.

growing up on a farm, he was no stranger to them. he liked the way they turned purple then yellow. he liked the physical proof something had happened to him. he liked poking them and feeling the ache…

it was weird, in retrospect, how he never really thought about getting a hickey. by the time dennis wasn’t terrified to have evidence of the fact he was a person who had sex, everyone seemed to have gotten over them.

except for robby. robby, at fifty-two years old, apparently loved to suck on dennis’s neck until the skin pulsed. which was what he was doing right now.

“i-it’s too hot for a turtleneck, robby!” dennis complained, but did not pull back from the suction and rolling teeth. “i can’t hide it.”

robby bit down one more time and squeezed dennis’s waist when he pulled back. “just say your burnt yourself with a curling iron.”

“i don’t-“ dennis moaned as robby latched onto a completely new spot on his collarbone. “i even don’t curl my hair.”

robby didn’t answer, palming dennis instead. dennis allowed it, his resistance hollow.

So instead of Dennis whining and nipping and being mean, only to be snuggled into a nice long bath and wrapped up and nicely rocked into in bed… instead of getting that he got Jack putting a finger in his face and telling him to knock it the fuck off.

Which Dennis promptly lifted up on his toes a bit and bit before turning to stomp off to the kitchen. He didn’t even get a step away before hands were roughly yanking his clothes, not caring about popped seams or tears as Dennis fought against it.

Jack didn’t yell just growled out “you think you’re gonna get away with that?” As he stripped Dennis down to his socks, shirt and pants getting caught around Dennis feet before he was falling, yelping as he fell. Jack was quick to sit down and catch the younger, yanking Dennis across his lap. Dennis kicked, wiggling as a thick forearm pressed against his lower back keeping him pinned.

“You’re so fucking fussy. Everyone had a bad fucking day. Now kick me and I’m gonna spank you.” Jack warned and made Dennis freeze and something warm and wet dripped down over his hole. Dennis tensed, looking over his shoulder to watch spit drip from Jack’s lip down to his body before his fingers followed.

Dennis was getting too excited, just seeing how Jack ignored his front, fingers sliding against his ass for a minute before diving in. Dennis whined, writhing and wiggling as thick fingers stretched him, wetness falling from him down to the couch cushion as more and more pleasure rushed through him, sensitive parts ignored.

Dennis was crying, hands grabbing the cushion under him, wailing as his whole body shook, sweating as his finally came, three fingers streaming him wide.

“See, no need to be a bitch. Go wash up before dinner.” Jack said with a firm smack to the ass before dumping Dennis to the lounger of the couch. Dennis was still shaking, eyes blinking him back to reality.