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It started small.

Sometimes it was: “Hey, Whitaker, do you even know how to drink? No? What, you gonna chat them ladies up with sodas or something?” Jack chuckled at his own joke.

“A man’s gotta know how to handle his liquor, kid, basic stuff.” He waved at the bartender. “Come on, this one’s on us.”

Dennis ignored the tingles inside his belly and assumed that was from the alcohol and not from Robby’s calloused fingers covering his to tip the glass back when he tried to put it down, softly murmuring: “Keep at it, Whitaker, all in one, that’s it.”

He ignored the fuzziness that bloomed in his head from the alcohol hitting his system and how husky Robby’s laughter got when he managed to empty the glass.

“There you go, good boy.”

Dennis sputtered a bit when he heard that and Robby slapped his shoulder while laughing heartily.

“Don’t worry, Whitaker, we’ll make a man out of you yet.”

Dennis convinced himself the intense gazes from the men were pride from him ‘handling his liquor’.

Then at other times it was: “What do you mean you haven’t had weed before, Den? Don’t you kids all vape nowadays?” when they were lounging on the sofa and he hesitated at an offering of Robby’s blunt.

“Well, first of all, my extremely conservative-religious-helicopter parents would have killed me if they had found out, and they always do. But anyway, Trin- uh, Dr. Santos let me try one time, but after I coughed up the smoke, she just called me ‘a true and tried Nebraskan Huckleberry’ and forbade me from touching her stash, so it never really became a thing for me, ha ha…”

Robby shook his head, smiling exasperatedly. “That’s because you tried to inhale everything all at once, kid. The trick is to draw the smoke in your mouth first, then inhale air with the smoke into your lungs.” Robby mimed the breathings as he explained, and Dennis was enraptured.

Then he scooted closer to Dennis’ space with a grunt. “Here, you can try again.”

As Dennis reached for the blunt, Robby withdrew it quickly.

“Ah, ah!”

Robby placed the blunt into his mouth as he watched Dennis froze at the command. He didn’t even have to say intelligent words. “Here, I’ll shotgun it to you,” and expertly drew in a quick puff, holding it before moving closer to Dennis’ lips.

When Dennis flinched back in surprise at that, he felt Jack already palming the back of his head, keeping him still. He tried sputtering as he felt the warmth of Robby’s breath on him.

“Oh! Um… I don’t know, sir, uh, this seems kind of g- I mean, you know…” Dennis mentally patted himself on the back for avoiding being very offensive to the very married couple beside him.

“It’s alright, man, ain’t nothing gay about that, he’s just making sure you know how to do this trick in future to impress your woman,” Jack reassured him closely from behind.

Dennis felt the hand tighten slightly, thumb massaging the back of his head, sending a shock of pleasure down Dennis’ spine, which he resolutely ignored. But not before a gasp escaped his throat, and Robby took that opportunity to form an “O” matching Dennis’ mouth and exhaled.

Robby lazily watched as the man squinted his eyes shut, futilely moving back against Jack’s bear paw of a hand whenever their lips slightly brushed, carefully following Jack’s soft guiding words.

“Like Mikey said, slowly, Whit. You’re not trying to take him all at once here. That’s it. Thereee ya go, good boy.”

The shivers from Dennis at those two words again didn’t go unnoticed. Robby also saw Dennis’s posture relax, his squinted eyes now fluttering more as the smoke hit. Robby placed his hands on firm shoulders to steady the kid, and Dennis grabbed his forearms on instinct. Robby then gently opened and closed the boy’s lips rhythmically with his own.

All the voices in Dennis’ head shouting about how manipulative this situation felt were muffled by the time the first inhale hits, the inner pleas to use common sense became white noises when he felt warm skin moving against his lips, beard tickling and scratching around his mouth in a weirdly satisfying way, he didn’t notice how long he kept that going with Robby, nor the shaky breaths behind his ears.

Dennis only startled and jerked back when he felt the tip of Robby’s tongue dragging on top of his, no hand at the back of his head now. He gazed dazedly at the grinning man in front of him.

“That- that was…”

“It’s cool, man.” Jack’s voice appeared beside him again. “Natural reactions to being kissed and all, I bet you were imagining a real hotty making out with you after that kind of move, yeah?”

Jack’s right brow lifted to complete the shit-eating smug he always wore.

“Huh? Oh, yeah… totally man, that was… weirdly good,” he responded, his brows furrowed. He wasn’t even thinking of that, but the logic was starting to make sense to him, despite something in his head screaming back.

The couple really started to get comfortable around him after that.

It was jarring to see how professional they acted at work and how intimate they were while not working, holding-hands-and-kissing-to-greet-each-other type of comfortableness.

Oftentimes, he felt strangely upset at the sight, but then he mentally pinched himself because he was not his family, and he would rather let himself become homeless again than be a homophobe to Trinity.

Dennis guessed he had more to unlearn than he suspected.

He definitely felt the need to be more open-minded when he arrived at their house with Robby, who greeted Jack with a more-than-enthused kiss for a solid minute, tongues and all. Dennis just stood there, unable to look away, guilt hollowing his chest.

They were even more horribly handsy with one another when Dennis was the only one they were with. His face grew hotter as Jack’s hands roamed along Robby’s torso, while the other man grabbed hungrily at his husband’s ass.

Then, “Can you guys teach me how to kiss?” Dennis stupidly stammered out.

The men stilled, then turned their heads toward him with raised brows.

“You know, because I always see you guys do that around me and it looked pretty good.” What the fuck, Dennis? “And, um, ‘cause y’all also did it with other ladies before?”

That explanation only added a grin to their faces, expressions like they couldn’t be more amused if they tried.

God, he hated how severely his accent reverted whenever he panicked due to his perpetual foot-in-mouth tendencies.

“I’m sorry, that came out of nowhere. Uh, please resume and ignore me-“

“What did you mean ‘teach you how to kiss’? Whit, you’ve never done it before?” Jack finally responded, his tone near incredulous.

“Yeah, and no offense, Den, I thought even back then in Nebraska they still let horny teens experiment or something. As long as they didn’t get caught, no?” Robby spoke before he could think of an answer.

“I mean,” Dennis huffed, offended. “I did experiment with girls back then, it’s just,” he brought both his hands up and then slapped them to his thighs.

“Every time I tried to kiss them, it felt like I was kissing my sister, and that ruined the mood, and we never talked about it, nor did anything like that again, and then looking back, I thought I really liked those girls, but I realized it’s more similar to how I like Trin now, you know?”

He took a deep breath after the tirade of words, then continued.

“And you’re, I mean, I’m supposed to at least have a nice woman by now to show… well, not my family but, to someone, I guess…”

Dennis didn’t register when Jack maneuvered him down to the sofa so he wouldn’t fall over during the rambling. Robby was rubbing soothing circles on his left shoulder.

“Hey, you know you don’t have to be with someone to appease anyone but yourself and your partner, right?” Robby spoke gently as he was calming down, “I once expected to be near retirement with my kids going to college by this age.”

At Dennis' disbelieving face, he put his hands up in surrender and went on.

“All truths, I’d have a lovely wife, preferably not a doctor, who’d complained about me being a workaholic, our family would have a house near a pond to live and play in during winter, white picket and everything.”

Denis watched as Robby smiled fondly, imagining it, and then pointed at Jack.

“Instead, now I’m here, no kids, no white picket fence, I guess the puddles in the yard whenever it rains count as a pond, with a lovely wife who is a doctor and complains about me being a workaholic while also being one himself.”

Dennis snickered a little when Jack flashed his middle finger with an ‘Aww, I love you too’ smile as a response.

Robby then tilted his chin up to look him in the eyes.

“Besides, that’s what we’re here for, teaching you so you can go out there and, you know, ‘rizz up’ whoever you fancy.”

Robby bobbed his head around a bit and wiggled his eyebrows like an uncle awkwardly trying to be cool with the kids with their lingo. They all giggled at that. The atmosphere became lighter immediately. Robby put a hand on Dennis’ shoulder again. Dennis turned to look at his kind smile.

“So, who do you want to have a go at first, kiddo?” Robby offered it like it was the most natural thing in the world. Dennis’ heart skipped a beat.

“Uh, I’m good, I think. I kind of meant it as like, you guys can, um, kiss each other and then I can watch and learn?” He looked at them both and smiled nervously, ignoring the way that phrasing made him sound like a goddamn voyeuristic pervert.

“Nuh uh, I don’t think so, young man.” Jack tutted and turned Dennis around to face him. “Real men don’t learn to give women a good kiss just by watching, Whit.” Jack’s face softened. “Come on, kiddo, you’ve got us here to guide you through it. Don’t you trust us?” He nudged Dennis's shoulder playfully.

The man didn’t realize how blown out his own pupils were, which made Jack press on.

“We can take it easy, yeah? You and I go first. Mikey here already had his turn with you for the weed shit.”

The blush on Dennis’ cheeks was rapidly spreading across his body at the bluntness, which only spurred the men on more, their thick thighs moving even closer to pin Dennis between them.

“O- okay then!” Dennis squeaked at the lack of space.

“I- this is only for, like, educational purposes, right? It doesn’t mean anything, ‘cause like, I’m still straight ah-” his last-ditch efforts to scurry off were stilled when Jack cupped around his face, and now he wanted to squirm instead from the sheer wanting in Jack’s eyes. He didn’t dare to imagine what Robby looked like right now, so he’d rather settle for a shaky exhale.

“Shh, shh, shh… It’s alright, Whit. I got you.”

Jack was whispering to him now, his mouth was so close that their lips brushed against each other with every word.

“We both got you.”

Dennis leaned into the kiss before he even realized it.

They started slow.

At first, all he could register was lips moving against his. Yes, this was a kiss, lips touching was more than expected, that wasn’t surprising to Dennis Whitaker.

No, what caught him off guard was the lack of dread, of slowly noticing that he wasn’t feeling anything other than the lips moving, then the fear of doing something wrong bubbling up, finally ruining the moment, and Dennis would have to deal with the awkwardness and silence the next time they see each other, like how he did with Mary Taylor in high school.

Instead, what he felt was a strange sense of calm settling in his stomach. Then that calmness started to simmer, then it burned, cleansing him of any hesitation and shame he was so desperate to hold in every time he was with Jack and Robby.

In the back of his mind, he knew he hadn’t felt this sensation since he was a boy under that tree near his home, gazing at mischievous hazels and sharing an innocent peck between friends, alright, a few quick innocent pecks. Dennis was always told by his Ma that “boys will be boys” whenever his brothers were up to trouble, maybe this excitement while being naughty was what she meant.

But Dennis was also mentally looking away from the other hazy memories associated with this sensation, his Pa’s shouts, his siblings’ sneering, his home’s long silence afterward, then he started liking girls, and everything went back to normal for a while, at least.

He looked away mainly because he couldn’t remember much of his childhood around that time, partly because he didn’t want to.

Now, a regular-ish person, when confronted with deeply buried traumas being dug up like this would, in the best-case scenario, absolutely freak out and attempt to escape the triggering situation. But Dennis can only think of one thing.

God, it’s been so long. And he surged forward.

Then it escalated.

Dennis found himself moving in tandem with Jack’s mouth, the stubble scratched deliciously around his mouth, the back-and-forth motions of their mouths were so addicting. He moaned when Jack gently bit his lower lip and took his gasping mouth as an invitation to lick into his tongue.

Dennis tried to return the favor, suddenly remembering Robby’s attempt that one time, and relaxed his jaw, then eagerly licked against the intrusion in his mouth. That only made the man kissing him chuckle, the vibrations made his pants feel… crammed full and increasingly damped.

“Oh, you’re kissing him like a lovesick puppy, Den.” He felt Robby’s rumbling laugh so close behind him.

“I promise he didn’t put peanut butter in his mouth for you to find.” The man’s hand joined Jack’s on his nape to knead appeasing circles as Robby teased him.

Jack broke away from the kiss with a scoff.

“Leave the boy alone, brother, like you were any better when we first kissed, nearly rubbed my face off with that shrub on your face.”

Ignoring Robby’s indignant squawk, Jack guided Dennis to face him, soft lips brushing his again as he murmured.

“Though I admit that Mikey’s right. Unless your girl is into that kind of stuff, you’re gonna scare her off, Whit.”

Dennis’s face went blank. Oh, right, he was learning how to impress women with his kissing skills.

At his confused face, Jack’s grin only widened.

“Did that feel too good, kiddo? You want me to feel around a ‘lil bit too? Aww, it’s alright sweet thing, lucky you 'cause we both like it messy,” Jack cooed condescendingly before he pried Dennis’ mouth apart with the flat of his tongue and dipped in deeper.

Fuck, it was getting so uncomfortable to sit in this position since his pants felt so cramped and wet. God, and there was something wet dragging against his throat too.

But he couldn’t seem to focus because Jack’s tongue was not letting him up at all, lapping and curling expertly around every crevice of his mouth, he was already panting heavily when Jack started sucking on his tongue as well. And Robby was calling him a dog?

Speaking of the Devil, that was when he caught on to who was creating the sensation on his neck, making him pant.

At some point during Jack’s making-out-workshop, Robby managed to unbutton him enough so his bare chest was exposed to the air. The feelings of facial hair moving around his lips, mouthing alongside his neck, then sucking a spot on his clavicles were rapidly deteriorating Dennis’ mind.

To his credit, Dennis tried very hard to concentrate on the lesson.

Okay, this is how I would kiss her, but way less messy, I’m pretty sure.

Robby sucked on that spot on his clavicle again.

Oh yeah, god, uh, then- then I’ll do it like that on her neck, while I’m kissing her too. Wait, how would that work if it’s just me-

“Ah!” Dennis yelped as calloused fingers pinched his nipples. But he was forced into a groaning submission again by the flat of Jack’s tongue, still dutifully lapping on his.

Jack has also been straight up licking his face too now, down to his chin. He tried to mentally make a joke about how Jack kissed like an overeager mutt greeting his owner coming home from work, but the duo-treatment inside and outside of Dennis’ mouth didn’t help the intelligent part of his brain one bit. Robby pinched him again.

Shit! Yeah, and I’ll do it to her breasts like that, and she ah! She- She’ll scream because it’s so good, so good…

“So good… Fuck, right there, Robby!”

Dennis was fully not paying attention to how whiny he sounded now, desperately chasing that pleasure the man was giving him.

“There he is.”

“That’s our boy.”

The pair chuckled at the same time, huffing warm breaths onto Dennis’ skin after hearing his sweet pleadings.

“Don’t you worry, kid. We’ll take you there eventually. Have patience.”

Robby hooked his knees under Dennis’ and lifted the man’s leg up into his lap, his hand moved away from pink nipples to nestle on a supple thigh, pulling it further into his groin and kneading it to his pleasure.

Jack copied him, and now Dennis must be looking positively absurd, arms grappling the two men for balance while his legs were spread out on their laps, making him look like he was giving birth with two nurses coaxing him on either side.

Something about that and kids in college made the back of Robby’s mind feel fuzzy, and he squeezed on the thigh just a bit harder.

Robby was sure that he and Jack would have laughed at the sight if they weren’t so busy kissing, licking, and groping the poor man in between them until something in him broke. Robby wasn’t so sure that hadn’t happened already, with how Dennis was babbling into Jack’s mouth for more of everything from them.

The orgasm that ripped through Dennis wasn’t caused by a specific act.

It wasn’t the messy tonguing that Jack was deadset on giving him, or the ones on his throat by Robby, or bruising kisses near his chest, or the roaming hands only massaging on his thighs here, then pinching his nipples there.

No, it was from all of the acts combined, slowly alternating between each other for some, working in tandem for others.

But the most infuriating thing was that the men never, ever once touched him where those burning desires were escaping from.

So sure and confident, like they were handling a difficult case, but this time Robby and Jack knew the patient would pull through from previously unnoticed, careful, and diligent prep work. Reached inside him to find that foreign object of guilt and pleasure, then patiently pulled it out to save him. The orgasm was just a matter of time for them.

Expected, necessary, inevitable.

Jack gave a blissed-out Dennis one last searing wet kiss and held it before he and Robby finally drew away to settle the man on the sofa again.

When the stars cleared from his eyes, Dennis glanced around to see the contented smiles directed at him.

“So, was the lesson informative, Dr. Whitaker?” Jack drawled, shit-eating grin already back on his face.

Dennis laughed out loud at this, his face couldn’t get any redder though, not from the recent release he was given.

“Yeah, that was-” he cleared his throat, raspy from the moanings and shoutings he had put it through.

“That was mind-blowing. Man, I think I’m getting all the girls in the future.”

Now it was the other two’s turn to cackle.

“Sheesh, kid. Leave some for the rest of us, would ya?

Jack said through tears, his giggles turned gruff when he added: “Yeah, slow down there, champ. You’re not gonna take a woman home with just kissing, kiddo.”

He leaned in, grinning conspiratorially.

“It’s the next base you need to get to, that’s the thing that seals the deal.”

“Oh, well, do- does that mean I still have more lessons from you both?” Dennis returned the grin, approaching the fine lines of new boundaries between him and the couple, testing out the water.

A hand landed on his thigh again, and he gasped slightly, turned to look at the adoring eyes of Robby, his moustache lifted upward to a tender smile at Dennis. Then it became more sleazy.

Dennis felt an increasing urge to submit himself to that expression every time the men directed it at him. God, why is he so messed up in the head?

“Aww, baby. Next time, we’ll teach you how to pleasure a woman so good, you’ll be having fucking triplets at the end of it.”

Dennis could feel himself twitch again at the thought. He wasn’t imagining any feminine figure, though. So Dennis said the first thought that came to his mind.

“Does that mean I would be learning that by, um, doing it to you guys, right?”

The pair just looked at each other, then at him and grinned. Like he was a patient high on painkillers saying something ridiculous.

It was very understandable.

Because Dennis wasn’t picturing himself as the one doing the pleasuring at all.