hi hey hi

But it just...made him feel so good, hearing Robby practically panting into his ear while he frantically jerked off - collapsing against the mattress in a sweaty mess and hearing 'Hey good job kiddo - that was incredible.'

Sure, he should probably erase the clip and...stop.

Or...he could just...record a few more.

Just for...morale reasons.

Robby yelling 'Fuck!' so loud it made Dennis jump even though he'd seen it coming and quickly hit record.

Come here, Whitaker - you're with me.

Nice work today Kid.

See, that's why you're my favourite.

Good catch, Dennis.

And finally - the one he listened to so often that he could swear he starts to hear it in his sleep - Robby getting a little sarcastic with him when it took him a little too long to notice he was calling him.

Yep, come on over here....good boy, now pay attention.

He didn't mean to basically Pavlov himself into getting a little hard every time his boss compliments him, but there wasn't really a way to undo that now. Other than stop which...he doesn't think he can. He's started to...need it. To get off. He tries a few times, without the little clips on his phone and he just gets frustrated and can't quite finish.

So the day he can't find his phone at work is...a little concerning.

After tearing around for an hour hunting for it between cases and working up a cold sweat, Dennis heads to the breakroom to catch his breath. He's even used Trinity's phone to call his but the goddamn thing is on silent and there's no sound of it vibrating anywhere.

He pushed open the door and his stomach clenches tight because of course Robby is the only person in there, sitting at the table, glasses on and scrolling his phone.

No...not Robby's phone.

"This yours?" Robby holds it up. "I guessed from the pictures. There's no passcode on it...might want to change that."

"Yeah...I will. I absolutely, will," Dennis stammers.

"Good...rounds in ten."

He got away with it. Dennis promises himself that he's going to erase all the recordings and stop whatever this thing is.

But when he gets home and checks the folder where he keeps them, innocently named 'Work Notes' he finds that instead of seven files...there are eight.

Is he gonna listen to it in the break room? Absolutely not. He has no idea what's in the message but it's not for public consumption. As far as Dennis knows, it's Robby telling him he's fired. Though why he'd do that in a voice message in THAT folder is beyond him.

Dennis rushes to the bathroom, shuts himself in a cubicle and puts the speaker on his phone against his ear.

So....I'm not sure why you have all these saved but...I'm guessing it's because you like hearing that you're doing a good job, hmm?

The words 'good job' settle into his belly all warm and weighty and Dennis tries to ignore how they make him feel even now that Robby knows how much of a freak he's been.

Which you are, Dennis...you're always impressing me. Honestly I'm...proud of you. Really proud.

He can hear Robby breathing, too loud with the phone against his ear.

He doesn't mean to close his eyes, but he does, the better to listen to each shallow breath. Robby was proud of him?

His dick twitched and Dennis' face went hot. Not now. Here. Damn it. He pressed a hand down on himself.

For the record, I like having you here, under me...I'd have you any day of the week. Because you are so...good...

A shiver runs down his spine and he can feel himself getting hard, helplessly, at the low voice in his ear.

Such a good doctor...and so eager and...obedient...

Dennis can't hold back a whine as he squeezes himself through his scrubs.

Does that make you feel good, Dennis? Robby's voice murmurs in his ear, husky and slightly strained in a way that Dennis can't quite pinpoint but which makes his whole body tighten.

He nods. To no one.

I'd like if it did. In fact, what I'd really like...is if I could make you feel so good, that you wanted to touch yourself...right here at work.

Dennis's eyes fly open and he looks up but no one is watching him over the cubicle walls. It just felt for a second as if someone was...as if Robby was looking down on him, unblinking, seeing everything.

Would you do that for me? Hmm? It'd make me very proud...if you made yourself come, right now...for me. You want to make me proud, right?

He nodded again, more desperately.

Touch yourself.

His hand was in his scrubs, in his underwear without him pausing to think. A little dry but he squeezed his eyes shut and imagine it was Robby touching him, taking any chance he could, lube be damned.

See, I know you'll do it - because you're my good by, aren't you kiddo?

Dennis pressed his lips together and tried to contain and whine. His hand was moving fast, in tight, punishing jerks. He was so desperate. Felt so gross and needy and turned on and dumb - sitting in the bathroom jerking off and trying to stay quiet, while Robby - Robby's voice, just his voice - purred in his ear.

Do you like it when I call you that? Kiddo. Kid...boy...

The three words made his heart skip.

I wonder if you'd like to call me something...I mean, I am so very proud of you...maybe that kinda makes me like your dad...which fits, because...you're daddy's favourite boy.

Oh God he was disgusting, he was awful...he was completing incapable of stopping. It felt too good. The best. Dennis whimpered and bucked his hips up helplessly, pathetically, fucking his hand, imagining that he was sitting on Robby's lap and not a cold toilet lid, legs held open on his thighs.

And you wanna be daddy's favourite, don't you Dennis? Want to make me so, so proud of you - want to show me exactly how good and obedient you are.

Dennis sobbed softly, nodded again, he was so close. So fucking close.

I want you...to come in your underwear - and leave them in my locker. So I can see you followed my instructions perfectly, like I know you can.

Oh shit. Oh Jesus...Dennis stuffed himself back into his underwear just in time to soak them in his come, shaking and shuddering as his body clenched tight. Leaving him embarrassingly breathless and flushed, his scrubs slipping down to his ankles. He tipped his head back and it hit the wall with a dull thump.

Fuck. Oh Fuck...

And if you do that for me - I'll have to find a way, to reward you. My combination is 7561. I hope you don't let me down.

Dennis's legs were still shaking and his face was on fire as he rushed to the locker room and opened Robby's locker, stuffing his wadded up underwear inside and closing the door before anyone could see.

His heart was thundering. What the fuck had he done? What was he going to do?

He caught Robby's eye as he crossed the hub and immediately felt dizzy.

"You OK, Kid?" Robby asked, peering over his glasses.

"..yeah," Dennis squeaked, so very aware that Dana was also looking his way. "Just...need some water."

"Here." He held out his own water bottle and Dennis almost tripped over his own feet going over to take it. As Robby let go his eyes found his and didn't let go until he'd finished drinking and handed the bottle back.

"You want any more?" Robby asked.

His chest felt tight, body simmering with heat. "Maybe...later."

The first thing he’d noticed… had honestly been his skin. Back when he was rooming with Trinity, she’d shown him some more extensive self-care habits, especially with hygiene. Shampoo and conditioner, body wash that isn’t a 3-in-one, exfoliation, body oils, lotions, and face washes. He’d already been habitually moisturized before things had gotten serious with Jack, but now that he’d moved in with the older man, he felt… softer. That was the only way he could describe it. His skin practically drank up any and all moisture he gave it, and some of the roughness along his forearms and knees had finally gone away.

His acne changed next. He’d never really gotten away from acne, even though it wasn’t often on his face. Bespeckled across his back, making the occasional ingrown appearance on his legs—he never picked at it, not unless it was accidental. But, since moving in with Jack, it had all but disappeared. He didn’t know what to make of it, since he hadn’t changed his self-cleansing routine at all.

Then, his hair. Softer, curlier, lush and more vibrant than he’d ever seen it. While he did all the proper washing with his hair, he didn’t often have the care to style it, not when he’d be running around work and sweat it all away. But, lately, it’d coiled tighter, seemed to grow longer and faster than he could keep up with. And that was just the hair on his head. Along his arms and legs, it’d all seemed to gradually become less coarse, a little thinner, though far from nonexistent.

And his body. Dennis didn’t know what to make of his body. He stared at it in the mirror in the morning, after wiping away the steam from his shower, just frowning, wondering what the hell was happening to him.

He’d always been sorta wirey, though he’d bulked up around his shoulders and arms when he’d worked at Amy’s. It was like he hadn’t spent months getting strong at all; his shoulders sloping and softly-rounded, rather than angular and thick. His thighs were thicker, but not in a way that felt like strength. His chest, his chest worried him most of all, tender and slightly heavier than normal, enough so that he’d started considering seeing a specialist for mysterious-onset gynecomastia.

Dennis wrapped the towel tighter around himself, pulled up over his sensitive chest like a girl would with a towel, flushed red after his shower, long curls falling over his face, when Jack walked in.

“Hi,” Dennis murmured around his toothbrush as he scrubbed at his teeth.

“Good morning,” Jack slid up behind Dennis, sliding his hands greedily along Dennis’ towel-clad, unnaturally-curved hips. “Good shower, baby?”

“Good,” Dennis spat into the sink, and brushed at his tongue. He made an inquiring noise, and laughed when Jack snuck his fingers under Dennis’ towel, pinching his thigh.

“Good,” Jack mused, “Made your protein shake for you, just how you like it. It’s on the kitchen counter.”

“T’anks,” Dennis spat again, and wiped at his mouth with the hand towel. “You don’t have to do that for me every day, Jackie.”

“I want to,” Jack smiled, and scooted over to Dennis’ side, leaning in to smack a kiss to his face. “You’re so cute. Have a good day at work, baby.”

“Night,” Dennis smiled, and Jack patted his hip before retreating out of the bathroom, and into the bedroom.

dennis eyed the open door that faced outside. “can you…go?” he shouted his request of the water hitting the ceramic.

robby crooked his head to the side. “are you really going to scrub the whole fifteen minutes if i leave?” and like…dennis wasn’t, but that didn’t mean everyone just got to watch him shower now! dennis tried to argue that point, but robby cut him off. “ah-ah! i can’t have my most productive intern out because his skin is sloughing off.” robby pointed a finger up and down dennis’s body. “strip. all of it.”

“can you at least shut the door?” dennis wiped the water stuck to his eyelashes. “and don’t look!”

“fine, buddy. but you gotta get out of those wet scrubs before you do damage.” a smirk overtook robby’s face when he turned to close the only exit and vantage point into this room.

there was no sexy way to take off wet clothes. robby pretended to avert his eyes while dennis struggled with taking off his scrub top and undershirt in one fell swoop. god, the kid was clumsy and cute and a little fucking helpless. literally anyone else would’ve told robby to fuck all the way off, but here dennis was, just showering in front of his much older boss because robby insisted.

dennis almost tripped as he took off of his socks, nearly tripping again with his pants and boxers.

“you need a hand?” robby asked, his own clothes and skin feeling a little damp from the humidity, even if he was avoiding the stream.

dennis glared at him. “no. i don’t.”

robby raised his eyebrows, non verbally telling dennis he needed to fix his attitude. he blatantly looked up and down at dennis’s naked body. “scrub,” he ordered.

dennis resisted for just a moment, before bringing his hands to his collarbones and shoulders following the instruction. robby didn’t pretend to not watch anymore, instead making sure dennis touched every inch of himself.

after dennis was made to lean over to get the backs of his knees, he hesitantly asked, “has it been 15 minutes yet?”

robby looked down at his watch and realized he hadnt even looked at the time when they’d started. whatever, that felt like a thorough rinsing. “yeah, you’re good.”

dennis gratefully turned off the water, thinking it would make him feel warmer. it didn’t. he also felt weirder about being naked with the shower off. he cupped his hands over his genitals. “i need a towel. and clothes.” dennis glanced at the pile of what used to be his outfit. “fuck, my shoes! i need shoes.”

robby nodded like it hadn’t occurred to him. “i can scrounge some stuffup.” he paused, with the door open, to joke, “don’t go anywhere, i’ll just be one second.” it was long enough for dennis to feel the breeze, certainly long enough for someone to walk by and see. robby reveled in the humiliated yelp dennis let out.

dennis stood there, naked and shivering, just waiting for robby, absolutely at his mercy.