Amy ☀️

There's always going to be that nature of Robby to provide and take care of someone, you know? He's always going to want to be giving. But sometimes he just wants to give with specific directions or be held by a leash and told to wait.

Dennis is good at that. He's traditionally been bad about telling his hookups to stop, adjust, hold on, that doesn't feel right. But Robby needs to hear it. He needs to know he's doing something right and how to adjust to make it better. He wants to make every time good for Dennis (because what if he's fucking it up and dennis leaves too) and so he leans into the service top agenda.

And it's good for Dennis to start voicing it. It helps his confidence, it makes the sex better, and it fills his entire body with glee when he knows that he's got the chief of the ED wrapped around his finger.

It's especially perfect because sometimes Robby can't go more than one round but he can lay between Dennis's legs and help him come over and over and over again. Dennis will click his tongue and go "No, slow down. I want you to let me feel every inch" and Robby has to burrow his head into the crook of Dennis's neck because his boy's sweet hole feels so tight and perfect and dragging it out means feeling everything.

Robby's least favorite nights are when Dennis decides to get on top and ride him because he isn't the one making Dennis feel good, he's not earning those little gasps and moans of pleasure, he wasn't good.

He scanned the bar as the sound of some soft rock drowned out the voice next to him, he was too young for Dennis’s taste anyway so it really didn’t matter what he was saying. He perked up when he saw a man leaning his head heavily on his hands as he nursed a scotch at the end of the bar.

“Hey.” Dennis said, coming to stand next to him. The man jumped slightly at the voice, obviously used to drowning his sorrows alone in the dark corner of the bar.

“Hi.” He smiled back politely, it wasn’t exactly an invitation but it wasn’t a flat-out rejection, he could work with that.

“I’m Dennis.” He introduced.

“Michael.”

“Can I buy you a drink?”

“I already have one.” He said, lifting his glass to reiterate his point.

“Okay, you can buy me one then.” Dennis offered which earnt him a laugh from Michael – definitely an invitation. He pulled himself up onto the barstool besides Michael’s.

“Why are you here all by yourself?” He asked, flagging down the bar tender for a drink.

“Just wanted to quietly unwind before heading home.” He said, Dennis might have been joking but Michael paid for his drink when it arrived. He was silently relieved because he wasn’t confident that his card wouldn’t be declined if he’d tried.

“I hear bars are the perfect place for peace and quiet.” He teased.

“Eh, I was doing fine until this little, eager puppy turned up.” He smirked.

“I’ve been called worse.” He shrugged, turning around in his chair so that his knee brushed against Michael. The other man didn’t make any attempt to pull back so Dennis took that as a positive.

Dennis took a large sip of his drink, he wasn’t really planning to spend much longer in the bar but he wasn’t going to waste a free drink. Boldy, Dennis placed his hand on Michael’s thigh, high enough that it made his intentions very clear.

“Maybe we should head somewhere more peaceful.” Dennis suggested with an innocent tilt of his head, his hand slowly moving up Michael’s thigh.

“Oh yeah? And where did you have in mind?”

“Your place?” Michael let his gaze drift over Dennis’s body, really taking him in for the first time since he sat next to him.

“Drink up.” Michael said, knocking back the last of his scotch.

~~~

The bar’s lighting had not done Michael enough justice, he was stunning. Dennis could get lost in his deep, brown eyes. His smile was sexy and endearing all at the same time. The grey in his beard made him look distinguished, like that attractive professor you knew you shouldn’t fancy. He had a bit of a dad bod but Dennis couldn’t wait to get his hands on it.

“Can I get you anything? Drink? Snack?” Michael asked as he led them into the living room. Dennis smiled at how sweet and gentlemanly he was, when really Dennis was just here for a good fuck and a good night’s sleep.

“There’s something else I want.” Dennis said, hooking his finger around Michael’s belt and pulling him closer.

Once they were chest to chest, Dennis rose up onto his toes. He wasn’t quite tall enough but Michael closed the distance between them. It was one of the sweetest kisses Dennis had ever had. Usually, on nights like this, the kisses were all teeth and tearing clothes, if they even kissed at all. But Michael didn’t rush him, didn’t force his tongue into his mouth. He kissed him gently, cupping his face and gently stroking his cheek. If Dennis let himself, he could get used to this kind of tender touch.

“Shall we take this upstairs?” Michael whispered against his lips.

“Lead the way.” He kissed Michael one last time before he took his hand and walked towards the stairs.

Dennis let himself be guided, noting the bedroom that they completely bypassed. It was unfair really, there were single men out here with an empty second bedroom while he was forced to sleep in shelters or abandoned hospital floors.

As soon as they entered Michael’s bedroom, Dennis felt himself being swept into Michael’s arms. His kisses much more desperate and intense than they had been downstairs. Dennis tugged at the bottom of his shirt, Michael pulling away enough to rid the both of their shirts before kissing him again. Dennis let his hands roam over Michael’s chest, loving the feel of the coarse hair under his fingers.

He drifted lower and pulled at his belt for a second time that night, Michael kissed and bit at his neck as he undid the buckle and pushed his trousers to ground. Michael kicked them to the side and then hooked his hands underneath Dennis’s thighs.

Dennis knew he was slightly underweight currently, lack of food was taking its toll on his body, but that didn’t stop it from being unbelievably sexy when Michael effortlessly lifted him off the ground.

He walked backwards until they both dropped onto the bed with a small bounce, in this position Dennis could feel Michael’s cock against him. He couldn’t stop his hips grinding against the hardness. Michael swung them around so he was resting against the pillows, Dennis desperately scrambled out of his remaining clothes.

He hated the barrier of Michael’s boxers stopping them having skin to skin contact but the hand coming to wrap around his cock made it more bearable.

“God, Michael.” He moaned, his hips still bucking against his lap and causing him to fuck up into Michael’s hand.

Dennis wasn’t sure when he’d done it, but suddenly there was a wet, lubed finger against his hole. Not pushing in, just teasing and caressing.

“This okay, baby?” Michael asked, looking up at the man helplessly writhing in his lap.

“Yes, please.” He begged.

Michael pushed his finger inside and Dennis cried out at the overwhelming sensations. He never gets spoilt like this, usually just a quick bit of foreplay before the main event. But the way Michael watched him it was clear he was happy to just give if it meant Dennis would feel good.

Another finger joined, or maybe it was two. Dennis couldn’t tell but the stretch felt incredible, those thick fingers thrusting into him and making him see stars.

“Oh my god!” He gasped, Michael smirked at his reaction and brushed his fingers against that spot again.

“Feel good?” He cooed as Dennis helplessly nodded. He was so close but he didn’t want this to finish too early.

“Mich… Ah… Stop… I’m gonna come.” His hips started stuttering slightly.

“That’s kind of the whole point baby.” He laughed.

“But… you… fuck…” He moaned out the last word slowly as his cock twitched, spurting between them and coating both their chests in his release.

Barely pausing for a breath, Dennis surged forward and kissed Michael, panting heavily as he reached down to cup his cock through his boxer. He felt so thick and hot through the material that Dennis moaned at the thought of him.

“I need it, I need you inside me.” He begged, tugging at Michael’s boxers. He was still sensitive from his first orgasm but he needed Michael now.

“Dennis, baby, calm down.” He laughed, lifting his hips for Dennis to yank the offending article of clothing off. He threw them somewhere over his shoulder but he didn’t care, he needed to touch him.

Dennis grabbed his cock and started to move his hand up and down, thumb rubbing at the slit where precum had built. Dennis had never felt sexier, Michael was this hard and wet from just watching him writhe in his lap.

Suddenly a condom was being pressed into his other hand and Dennis wasted no time rolling it over Michael’s cock. He lifted up onto his knees and lined him up with his entrance, slowing sinking onto him and moaning the whole way down.

“Shit, that feels so good… so full… so big… fuck me…” Dennis babbled.

Michael listened to his command, holding Dennis by his thighs as he pulsed his hips up.

“Yes… just like that.” Dennis sighed. The sound of skin on skin filled the room along with a medley of pants and gasps. Dennis gripped the headboard behind Michael’s head, using it as leverage as he bounced up and down on Michael’s cock. A thin layer of sweat coated both their bodies, Michael looked even more attractive glistening underneath him.

“Oh, to be young again.” Michael teased as he wrapped his hand around Dennis hardening cock.

It all felt too good, too amazing, too overwhelming that Dennis couldn’t even muster up a response. He just groaned as Michael stroked his cock again, constantly hitting that spot inside him that made his nerves light up.

Dennis let go of the headboard and thread his fingers through Michael’s hair, gripping tightly and he cried out.

“That’s it, Dennis, come for me.” Michael panted.

Dennis came again, his release joining the other on his chest. His insides fluttered and caressed Michael’s cock as he orgasmed. Michael swore as he slammed his hips up and came hard inside him. Dennis body spasmed with the aftershock as Michael held onto him tight enough to bruise.

Dennis collapsed to one side, lying on his back and panting harshly as he started at the ceiling. He nearly jumped out his skin when he felt a wet flannel cleaning him up and a soft kiss being pressed into his forehead, he hadn’t even noticed him leave the room. Dennis had never been treated so well, and unfortunately, he doubted he would be again. Michael really was a rare find.

“I need to leave early.” Michael warned as he came to lie besides Dennis.

“That’s fine.” Dennis sighed sleepily, he knew this was Michael’s way of getting him out the house but he was too comfortable and stubborn to leave. “I’ve got to leave for work at five anyway.”

It was not necessarily the truth but he’d need to stop by the gym to wash off the scent of sex and sweat from his skin. He could hardly turn up on first day of his rotation looking like he’d spent the night getting ravished.

Clearly accepting his excuse, Michael shut off the light. Dennis had to smile to himself as Michael allowed himself to be spooned. It was a shame they’d go their separate ways tomorrow morning and their paths would never cross again.

~~~

Dennis walked through the ER with a group of new doctors, it was nice not to be starting by himself. He felt refreshed this morning and confident he would do a good job, last night really had done wonders for him.

As he turned the corner he felt his stomach drop, he knew that face.

“We have some new faces with us this morning.”

He knew that voice.

Dennis just desperately stared down at his feet, as if it would magically make him invisible. Michael continued to speak but Dennis couldn’t hear him over the rushing in his ears.

“Uh.” He stumbled when he realised it was his turn to speak. “Dennis Whitaker, MS4.”