JinXmine

the bathroom door opened as steam rolled out into the hallway, carrying the scent of his soap. his footsteps passed the living room doorway. dennis kept his eyes fixed lower, but his peripheral vision caught the shape of jack crossing the hall toward their bedroom. a towel slung low around his hips. that was part of his routine. ten minutes later, jack emerged again wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, still shirtless, and wandered into the kitchen. he filled a glass with water at the sink, leaning one hand against the counter as he drank it where he stood.

dennis placed his phone face down on the armrest of the couch, careful not to make a sound. the faucet ran again, jack rinsing the glass with his back turned toward him. he stood, his socks making no noise against the hardwood as he walked down the hallway. he paused at the half-open bathroom door, listening for the other's footsteps. once he heard them move farther away, he quietly clicked the door shut.

steam had fogged the mirror above the sink, and the air still held the damp warmth jack had left behind. the laundry basket sat against the wall beside the sink, just where it always was. he bent down in front of it and carefully lifted the top layer, a towel still damp from jack's shower. beneath it lay a pair of black scrubs and pieces of his SWAT camouflage uniform that carried the faint antiseptic smell of the ED that always clung to them after his shifts. his fingers brushed over denim, a t-shirt, more towels. he worked through the pile quietly, his breaths shallow.

his fingers touched the bare plastic at the bottom of the basket. dennis frowned and lifted the remaining clothes, checking beneath each piece. a sock, another towel, and a ridiculous amount of scrubs for three physicians to own. he pulled everything out layer by layer, growing less and less careful with each piece. they weren't there. dennis crouched there for a moment, sitting back on his heels. there was always a pair left behind. he looked once more at the pile of laundry now scattered across the tile floor and tried to remember if he had seen them earlier.

he rocked forward onto his knees and leaned past the basket, looking into the gap between it and the wall. a stray dryer sheet had fallen there weeks ago, forgotten. there wasn't anything else. he sat back again, his heartbeat thudding in his ears. this was so wrong, rifling through their dirty laundry looking for a freshly used pair of boxers. the thought made his stomach turn even more when he couldn't find them. he should put everything back. he reached for one of robby's long-sleeved undershirts, his fingers clumsy. the fabric still smelled faintly of the hospital, his cologne, and the sweat that clung to both robby and jack when they came home. he placed it back in the basket and reached for the next item.

"looking for something?" the voice came from the doorway.

dennis jerked so hard his elbow knocked against the basket as he spun around on his knees, looking up. jack filled the doorway, his sweatpants hanging low across his hips. hooked casually around the fingers of his right hand dangled a pair of dark used boxer briefs. he immediately became flustered, scrambling for an explanation. he knew exactly when he had worn them.

"i-i didn't... i-i wasn't," he started, his voice cracking as he swallowed hard and tried again, stumbling over his words before stopping altogether. "i... i was just."

there was no end to that sentence that made any sense. jack didn't move from the doorway. he watched him with a smug expression, the boxers dangling from his fingers like bait. "just what?" he asked.

dennis stayed frozen on his knees against the tile. he could feel the cold seeping through his pajama pants. his hands had stopped moving, one still gripping the edge of the laundry basket. jack stepped inside, the bathroom wasn't large, as one step brought him close enough that the scent of soap still lingered on his skin. he stopped only inches away.

jack reached down as he flinched back, but there was nowhere to go. the wall met his shoulders as his palm found the nape of dennis's neck, his fingers spreading wide and pressing into the soft skin below his hairline. his grip was firm and steady. it wasn't meant to hurt as his other hand moved. the dark fabric filled his vision, then his senses, pressed gently but deliberately against his nose and mouth. the scent hit him all at once, deep musky, cotton, and sweat, a full day's worth of jack pressed into the fibers. he made a sound he didn't recognize, something caught somewhere between a gasp and a whimper. his hands came up instinctively, one wrapping around jack's wrist, but he didn't push him away. he couldn't, his thumb traced slow circles at the base of his neck.

"that's it," he said, his voice low.

he felt the words through the fabric pressed gently against his face. his fingers loosened around his wrist as the tension in his shoulders slowly unwound, something in his spine giving way after months. he didn't pull the fabric away. instead, he let his weight settle back against the wall, allowing jack's hand to take more of the burden of holding him steady. his eyes closed without his permission. the boxer briefs were warm against his palm and carried the faintest trace of everything else, ordinary against the intimacy of the moment. his breathing came slower.

"there you go, breathe it in."

he took a long, shaky inhale that filled his lungs with the scent of jack's body, the aftermath of more than twelve hours of exertion, focus, and controlled adrenaline. he heard the grin in his voice before he saw it. "you're such a perv, whitaker."

jack's fingers pressed into the masseter muscles of his jaw, forcing his mouth open through the pressure. he gathered the boxer briefs in one hand before guiding the bunched fabric between his parted lips around the intrusion of his fingers, the thick, dry cotton pressing against his tongue. a choked sound escaped him, his eyes watering as they opened to find him hovering above him. his grin hadn't faded as he watched dennis intently holding him place. saliva slowly dampened the cotton, and the faint taste of salt spread across his tongue. his jaw ached as heat settled low in his gut.

jack drew the fabric from his mouth. a strand of saliva caught briefly against the cotton before breaking, leaving it pool along his lower lip and the curve of his chin. his breaths came hard and uneven. instinctively, dennis turned his face toward the wall, desperate to hide, but the hand at the back of his neck never loosened. there was nowhere to retreat. the cool drywall rested against his temple, a useless contrast to the heat climbing up his throat and flooding across his cheeks. his breathing came in short, uneven pulls, each exhale ghosting faintly against the wall. he could feel the wetness gathering at the corners of his eyes and the heavy, undeniable knot low in his stomach. shame and want twisted so tightly together that he could no longer tell where one ended and the other began.

his hand stilled. the change in his expression came a heartbeat later before dennis heard it too. the front door opened with its familiar groan, followed by the heavy thud of boots against the entryway floor.

"jack?" robby's voice carried down the hallway, roughened by exhaustion. "you still up?"

dennis jerked backward so quickly the back of his head hit the wall as pain bloomed instantly behind his eyes. in the same time, jack's hand slipped away from the back of his neck, and he stepped toward the shower curtain as though a few feet of distance could erase what had just happened. dennis scrambled to his feet. the laundry still lay scattered across the bathroom floor, towels, scrubs, and shared clothes laid in every direction. there wasn't time to put any of it back. there wasn't time to come up with an explanation. robby's footsteps moved steadily down the hallway, heavy against the creaking floorboards.

"den? Jack?"

"bathroom," jack called back, his voice calm and effortless. dennis's heart hammered against his ribs. he could feel it in his throat. the sound of robby approaching seemed to match its rhythm. his hands fidgeted at the hem of his shirt before he forced them flat against his thighs. the bathroom air still clung to his skin, heavy with the scent of jack, and he could still feel the pressure of the fabric against his tongue even though it had since been pulled away.

"what's the matter, den?" jack whispered barely louder than a breath as they brushed past his ear. the warmth of it made him pull away. "afraid you'll get caught again?"

robby was just outside the door, his footsteps stopped.

"no," dennis managed to whisper, the word catching as his voice cracked. jack's smile spread slowly, patient and knowing. he didn't answer right away. they held eye contact for brief second, as though he already knew the truth before he even tried to deny it.

robby pushed the bathroom door open without knocking. it had been left slightly ajar. he stopped mid-step, one hand still resting against the doorframe. his tired eyes moved from dennis to jack, then back again. the laundry was scattered across the tile floor, an empty basket, and dennis stood sheepishly against the wall with the unmistakable expression of someone who'd been caught stealing far more than dirty cotton. jack stood a few feet away, arms crossed over his bare chest, his expression impossible to read. neither of them spoke as robby's eyes settled on dennis, waiting.

"you're home early," jack said.

"what's going on?" robby asked. the question was directed at dennis, who still hadn't moved from where he stood.

"come on, den." his smirk returned, a slow curl at the corner of his mouth. "let mikey know what you were doing."

-

On his right, Jack is gently tracing his fingertips up inside of Dennis' t-shirt, feather-light touches across his softening stomach- all those treats and lazing about in the shops making his farm work toning less defined. Earlier on the tour of their house he saw a bunch of exercise stuff he guesses belongs to Jack, maybe Jack will let him-

Theres a hand on his face, and he turns into it. Oh his left Robby presses up against him, one hand on his hip and his thumb stroking his face gently.

"Lets kiss him a little first Jack-" He tilts Dennis chin up. "He's always rushing puppy, running from one thing to the next."

Jack scoffs, but Dennis can't bring himself to pay attention because Robby's soft lips are pressing against his own.

He's being kissed!

!!!

Dennis has never been kissed in his life!!

Robby wants to kiss him!!!!!

He presses forward excitedly and his teeth clack against Robby's, and he slips a bit getting Robby's lower lip and chin a little wet. Dennis feels him laugh against his lips and frowns, trying to pull back a little, but Jack presses up against his back. 

"Shh you're okay pup, it's all so exciting huh little one?" He strokes a hand over his fur but keeping him from shuffling away and curling up in embarrassment. "Slow down a little, close your eyes for me, can you do that? Thats it- just like that good boy- now press forward slowly, don't move too much yet, let Mike lead okay? Thats it- oh puppy those little huffy whines are really something huh?" 

Oh shit, Dennis can feel his cunt clenching, sandwiched between them and wiggling his butt a little to try and …. what? Stop the feeling? Make it more intense? He doesn't know. All he knows is that Robby is moving against him so sweetly, pressing more gently this time and nibbling at his bottom lip. 

"Does that feel good?" 

Dennis nods desperately. 

"Yeah it does, little wiggles. You seeing this Michael?" 

Robby chuckles against his lips and mumbles, "see Dens? He never shuts up." 

"S'good. Like it." Dennis protests, and both men laugh gently at him. 

"Let him in then puppy, if you like it so much, don't worry puppy I'll talk you through it. Let him show you how good it can be. Just follow his lead and go slowly puppy." Dennis parts his lips and Robby's tongue fills the space. He hums, and lets Jack tilt his head to the side a bit. "If you go like this- fuckin' floppy little ears killin' me pup- yeah like that. See how that gives him a little more room? Oh puppy what's that noise hmm?" 

 What noise? Oh- that's him! Making that strange little high pitched huffy whine. But doesn't Jack know that he can't help it? It's just so nice to kiss Robby. Like so nice even if he feels like he's not doing it super well, sloppy spit on his chin. 

When Robby pulls back Dennis whimpers, and Robby's eyes crinkle, thumb coming to swipe below his lip. 

"Want a hands on lesson from Jack Dens?" Robby asks. 

"Um, yes please! Yeah, Jack?" He whips his head around but Jack is right there, his nose tickling into the side of his face, and then he's being passed from one man to the other as Jack goes in this time. 

Their teeth clack again. 

Jack pulls back and frowns, "now what did I just teach you pup?" 

Robby tuts, "don't be mean Jack, it's puppy's first go at this. He might need to be told a few times." He leans down and nibbles at Dennis' earlobe, whispering, "gotta go slow buddy, come on, be good for Jack like you were good for me." 

Dennis tries, he really does, he wants to be good- especially for Jack. He gets the impression that anything he does is going to make Robby laugh or smile, but with Jack he thinks there will be certain times where he must earn the title of good. And that thrills him just as much as Robby's quick adoration. 

"Please Jack. I'll b' good." 

"Yeah you will. Just excited right puppy." 

He forces himself slow, but he's pretty sure all of his energy just goes into his rapidly wagging tail. He knows because Robby keeps playing with it, running from it's base to the tip as he kneels up and leans over to Jack. When Jack licks into his mouth he tastes coffee on his tongue. 

Dennis lets their tongues dance, lets Jack huff and laugh and play with him, lets him tilt his head this way and that, until Dennis gently bites back at his lower lip. That gets a reaction, a really good reaction, Jack's fingers tightening on his jaw and panting into his mouth like a dog. He does it again, just a little harder, and Jack groans into his mouth until Dennis is gasping. 

When he pulls back, spit sheens Jack's lips like gloss. 

"Oh he's sweet, isn't he Michael." Jack mumbles, thumbing Dennis bottom lip. 

"Very- pass him back Jack?" 

"If I must." He winks at Dennis, and Dennis nearly chokes. 

They keep at it for a while, lazily passing him back and forth between them until his lips tingle from the attention. Dennis feels, with a certainty he's never felt before in his life, that this is exactly where he was meant to be. 

See, Dennis Whitaker has always wanted, more than anything, to belong. 

On the plains of Nebraska, growing rows of corn brushing at his shoulders as evening breeze curled in his fur, Dennis had let the cooling orange light paint his face and he'd almost felt it. But as much as his ma pretended he was her Denny he wasn't. Dennis' brothers weren't his brothers. His pa wasn't his pa, he was a man who bought Dennis so young he has no memories of the before. He's not sure if that's a blessing or a curse. 

Oh I don't know Dennis. He would grumble, a rough pet to his ears when he'd ask where he came from. I didn't read the papers when I got you, chucked em' after, you know this boy, now did you clean the silage chopper? Good boy. 

And life was good. Dennis didn't go to school with his brothers, but that's okay because he had farm work. And he went to church and all, but he didn't think the pastor like him much. But none of that mattered when he could run through the fields and wrestle until his clothes were caked in mud and shake his head like a pup to make his brothers and his ma laugh when he got hosed down. 

But then life went on around Dennis. It seemed to happen to everyone else but him. He stayed in that corn field, with the same evening glow, and the same rolling clouds and endless sky, and the same breeze rustling the leaves around him. The only difference is that he grew taller too with the corn. 

So Elijah left for college, and Peter married Jessica and had a little boy first and then a girl soon after, and Isaac married too, Lydia, who struggled with her twins so much that his ma was over at their house most of the time. Elijah came home and had a joint marriage with Noah, both their wives city girls who turned their hand to farm life, chasing an ideal Dennis isn't sure exists. But, well, who is he to comment really? Peter and Isaac both adopted hybrids of their own too, encouraged by their ma. 

They make such good playmates for the children. 

Dennis had swallowed hard at that. He was only twenty two, but the cracks that had started developing with Elijah left were eroding into canons now. Dennis was not the same. He would never have a wife and kids. He never belonged on that path. He was the thing brought into that life as an accessory to it. 

And that was fine too! 

He belonged, or so he thought, on the farm with pa. He was good at what he did, and he enjoyed it- even if he missed being silly and playful. Pa had got so serious, the more the years rolled by. Dennis was hardly ever told he was good anymore. 

And Noah and Isaac went and bought the farm land next to their pa's and what seemed like a good idea at the time was followed by a spout of bad luck and bad weather and then both his pa's and his brothers land yielded much less than they needed. Dennis, then, was a burden. He was another mouth to feed- no matter how much he tried to help. His pa sold as much as he could, old equipment, furniture, clothes. 

So when, at the incredibly late age of 25 Dennis had fallen sick, confined to his room for a week of blood and sweat and tears, he'd emerged as a whimpering newly presented omega. Was it any surprise then, really, that his p- no- his owner, had sold him too?

Jack slides Dennis' t-shirt over his head and his nipples perk up at the change in temperature. He squeaks into Robby's mouth where he's re-attached himself as soon as possible after he was rudely pulled away. 

Fuck- Dennis hopes they want to keep him. He hopes so badly they want to keep him because if he feels this good already? If this is only the first day he hopes that this is good for them too. He desperately wants to be good. 

"Please- oh my- Jack- Jackkk." Dennis whines into Robby's mouth as Jack teases at his nipples. 

"What pup?" He sucks a mark into Dennis' shoulder. 

"T-touch me." 

"He is touching you puppy." Robby laughs. 

"He said- earlier he said-" He gets cut off with a gasp when Jack pinches a little harder. 

His cock hurts from how hard he is now and he's pretty sure he's leaking slick from his cunt all over their bed. Hopefully they'll be okay with that- Dennis wants it to smell like him, but he's always found people to be slightly more concerned with stuff like that than hybrids, and he's learnt when to keep his mouth shut. Like… sure he would let them cum into the fabric of the blanket on his dog bed but he guesses that would be weird or something… whatever. 

"What did he say? Was he mean? Hmm? Was Jack mean to the little puppy?" 

Jack scoffs-,"I wasn't mean-" 

"Shh, you wanted a pup who could talk let him talk Jack."

"He said that if I liked the kissing you would suck my cock." 

Jack barks out a laugh, pressing his face into the crook of Dennis' neck and giggling while Robby raises a perfectly immaculate eyebrow. "Did he now?" 

"You do love sucking cock brother."

Robby moves to slip his shorts down his legs and off the side of the bed, grumbling, "I thought the point of this was to have someone suck our cocks Jack." 

A chill runs up Dennis' spine. "Oh… oh I can do that! Sorry I didn't- 

"Shh pup, he's only kidding. Just teasing pup. He'll suck your cock." Jack pets at his ears and eases him to sit propped up slightly at the top of the bed. "See one, do one, teach one- right Mike? How's the pup gonna know what to do if he's never had one before." 

Jack settles beside him as Robby nods and presses a kiss to his forehead. 

"Look at him Michael, leaking into his little panties just from some kissin'." 

Dennis isn't sure how to explain the feeling that came over him when he first say Robby yesterday in the shop, except that it felt right. 

Lots of people, in all the shops he'd been passed around in, had been interested when they'd learnt he was a virgin. Some of them breeders, which made Dennis shudder. He'd have gone, of course, if one of them had paid his pa's ridiculous asking fee. But, rather petulantly, he didn't wanna. Some of them had turned away when they'd heard him speak, so he'd learnt not to before he was asked. Some of their hands in his ears made him cringe. Some of them looked at him in ways that made him want to curl up into a little ball. Some had curled away from him when he got overly excited or was too eager. 

Robby was different though. Robby was attractive and he wanted the man to come closer, to like him, to touch and pet him. Dennis could count on one hand the number of times he wanted that since leaving Nebraska. He liked the way Robby's smile lit up his face, and the way his eyes crinkled with warmth. And the way his hand felt so big against Dennis' head, and the way he talked- and and and- 

He liked too, that Robby liked him and his wiggle and excitement, even before he learnt what Dennis was. Like he liked Dennis not the list of things on the paper. 

Then when he'd stepped aside and Jack took his place, Dennis felt the swooping of his stomach all over again, and this time he felt it between his legs too. 

He feels it now, as Jack trails a hand down his stomach, but dialled up to one hundred. He wriggles and squirms. 

"How u feeling Dennis? Wanna pause or-" 

Dennis can't help the rumbly little growl that builds in his throat at the idea of stopping. Stopping? He can't stop now! Jack's hand is so close. 

"Oh boy, I'm gonna have so much fun with you kid." Jack laughs, toying with the waistband of his briefs. "I think he wants to carry on Mike." 

"If he does he can use his big boy words. First time and all." 

"Please!" He huffs, then remembers himself, forcing himself sweet. "Please Robby, I really wanna carry on please. You don't have to- can I just- I wanna do-" 

"Okay puppy, okay. We've got you don't worry." 

The briefs slip down his thighs, Robby taking one of his legs out before shoving between his legs and propping his heels up near his head. His white socked feet bounce over his shoulders. Robby leaves the briefs dangling off of one of his feet, and Jack groans at the sight, palming his cock through his plaid pyjama bottoms. 

Then, all logic leaves his brain because there's a hand on his cock pumping once, twice, and then warmth. 

Dennis screams, the sound caught in Jack's mouth as he takes it all and mixes it with his own moans, hand roaming Dennis' chest like he's on the prowl. 

"Oh that's good puppy! Does that feel good?" Jack mumbles against his lips, pulling back to look at Robby's mouth enveloping his cock. Dennis isn't small like some omegas, but he easily fits whole in Robby's mouth and the sensation makes tears prick at the corners of his eyes.

Dennis nods frantically, head slipping back and tongue involuntarily slipping out as he pants. Jack slides two fingers into his mouth and Dennis sucks, hollowing his cheeks to match Robby. 

"Such a good boy for us look at you, yeah puppy, yeah!" Jack coos like he would a real dog doing a trick for his owner, his own hand speeding up. 

It's hardly no time at all before Dennis feels himself clenching up, muscles tightening, he tries to tell Jack but the fingers are in his way!! So he can't warn Robby at all before he's coming straight into his mouth. He would apologise, but unfortunately Dennis feels every part of his mind transcend to a higher plane of existence where all he can feel is the curling of his toes and the panting whines from his own throat in his ears. 

It's the best feeling he's ever felt in his life. 

He feels himself being moved, but he's all soupy and blissed out, so he just lets it happen, boneless and overcome with happiness. He's placed on someone's chest, broad muscles and bare skin and warmth. And oh that's so nice. He likes that a lot. Dennis wants to live inside of that warmth, so he nuzzles his cheek into the chest and gets a pat to his head. 

"Hey puppy, little one. Kid are you back online yet?" Someone whispers into his ear, a hand running up and down his back soothingly. 

No, Dennis thinks, grinning at the idea of teasing but his brain to mouth connection isn't working. Stupid brain. He yips tiredly instead. All this orgasm stuff is hard work for a pup, don't they know! They can't expect him to make words yet!

"How you feeling? You up for Michael playing with your little pussy Dennis?" He bites at Dennis' earlobe. 

Dennis yips with a little more feeling and bites down playfully, growling playfully as he scrapes his teeth against the freckled skin under his tongue. 

With his assent, he's shifted down a little, Jack's cock- naked… when did he get naked? Did Dennis miss that? No! He wanted to see!!! He squirms to try and see but he's held down with a quick stay still Dens. Then a second later, Dennis, buddy, settle. He whines and is about to try and find words, because this isn't fair when a quick swipe through his pussy makes him freeze. 

"Oh I think the puppy liked that- do it again." The hand between his legs returns, and this time Dennis wriggles for an entirely different reason. "Yeah he really likes that. Like feeling Mikey play with your pussy Den? Want his fingers inside of you- do you? Hmm? Do you buddy?" 

Dennis whines, his tail wagging frantically before Robby gets a hand on it- pulls it upwards in a way that had Dennis arching his back and grinding his stomach into Jack's cock, and then there's a finger in his pussy!!!

Robby starts slow, which Dennis can't tell if he's happy for or if it's an act personally chosen to drive him insane. Either way, it feels so so good that he can't help rocking back on the hand and rubbing himself on Jack until a second finger is added. He babbles out a thank you, and then gets a third for his trouble. They curl up inside of him and Dennis pants and huffs into Jack. 

"Desperate little thing." Robby laughs, biting marks into his ass as he plays. "Want more Dens?" 

"P-please." He whines. 

He was expecting another finger, what he wasn't expecting is to feel the head of Robby's cock notch at the entrance of his cunt. And holy fuck this is so much better. 

"Just the tip pup, gotta see if you like it first." Jack says, but his voice is all curled around a smile, which- if Dennis has any brain left- would have made him nervous in the best way. He whines pitifully. He doesn't want that he wants it all! "Oi, hush with that pup, you'll take what we give you okay? We know what's best for you Den, gotta let us work your pussy up to it." 

Robby slowly pushes in, the stretch not too bad after his fingers and the way Dennis' pussy is dripping for them. It still feels, feels all full, in a way the fingers didn't. 

"More!" He demands instantly, but Robby moves back. 

Back???? That isn't what Dennis asked for! He paws clumsily behind him until Jack grabs his hand and brings it back to his chest. 

Robby slips the tip back in, then out again, then in- and Dennis knows- he just knows that its not enough!!

He whimpers, pitiful and turns his big wet eyes up at Jack. 

"Oh pup." He flicks Dennis' pouting lower lip. "What's up buttercup? Do you not like it? Mike I don't think he likes it." 

Dennis growls. No! He leans forward and nips at Jack's fingers, playfully until Jack doesn't do anything, and then a little harder. He feels Jack's cock twitch this time. 

"Dens honey do you want to stop?" Robby teases, slipping just a little more in. "It might be too much for his first time Jack, you know how sensitive little pups are. Maybe we should let him have a nap and-" 

Dennis has had enough with both of them. He growls again, spitting Jack's fingers out his mouth and shouting, "no!" before pushing back as hard as he can towards Robby. He gets maybe an inch more inside of him- success! But it's still not enough. 

Thankfully Robby relents with a okay puppy, we got you, relax, biggggg stretch puppy. And then Robby's whole cock slides into him, filling him in ways he didn't even realise he could be filled. He feels it in his throat. 

He was wrong, earlier, this- this- is the best feeling he's ever felt.

"Please please please-" he starts to babble, but it quickly gets turned into a concoction of huffs and whines and yips as Robby grips his hips and starts slowly thrusting, picking up in speed until he's jolting Dennis up against Jack with every snap of his hips. 

"Yeah- yeah that's- fuck pup- that's it." Jack reaches around and pulls at his tail and Dennis yelps, teeth digging into Jack's chest again. The hand moves to his hair. "Close pup, kiss me." 

When Jack cums he does so with a shout, biting at Dennis' lower lip, then his shoulder, and then his earlobe as he rides himself through it, using the momentum of Dennis' jolted body from the rhythm Robby sets. 

Meanwhile Dennis is letting out little 'uh-uh-uh' noises as Robby snaps his hips into him. It's heaven. He doesn't think it can get any better but then it does when he's suddenly pressed between the two bodies properly. When he looks up, it's to the sight of the two men kissing, tongues tangling as they pant and moan into each others mouths and fuck Dennis feels his pussy clench around Robby's cock and then he's cumming even harder than the first time. 

"Did he just- did he just cum because we kissed?" Jack's incredulous voice makes him shake, cheeks burning, but Robby just snaps his hips harder. 

"Fuck, fuck Jack he did. Good pup- good- fuck- good- I'm close." 

"Go on baby, fuck him like you want to. Go on. He wants it don't you Den? Wanna be filled up with Robby's cum so it leaks out of you? Drips out of your little broken in pussy?" 

Robby groans. "Your fucking mouth Jack. I love- I love you." And then he's holding Dennis hips steady for one last thrust. Buried flush to Dennis, he spills inside of him, the feeling of it settling so deep inside Dennis that he almost cums again, his pussy giving a weak fluttering attempt to milk Robby for all he's worth. 

Floatily, he feels himself moved sideways and enveloped between the two men, safe and warm and the most content he's ever been in his life. He hears, distant like a dream, sweet praises, a hand stroking his ears and one on his tail, repeats of good boy and good puppy. And with Robby's cock still notched deep in him, Dennis lets a rumbly contented half-purr and succumbs to sleep. 

~

When Dennis wakes, he's still on Jack's chest- thank god, but he's empty again. Empty too, feels his neck where he feels they really should collar him, especially after that. The absence is… well… rude. For them to show him this and then take it away and leave him empty. No he- he needs- ah! Jack has a cock he could-

He leans back and looks down and yes! Score! Jack's cock is right there and he's even bigger than Robby. Thick even when it's not hard and Dennis wants it in him. He nudges Jack's shoulder, not taking his eyes off of it. 

"Jack. Jack. Jackkkkkk wake up." 

Jack doesn't open his eyes but he grumbles a sleepy, "what pup?" 

"Can we go again? Please? Again please?" Dennis starts to vibrate as he comes around more, and Jack groans, throwing a hand over his face. 

1.) He discovered this one early into their relationship, when the sex came easier than the actual emotions of it all. When Jack would grip Dennis's hips with his massive hands and dig his thumbs into the divot of Dennis's hips where the nerves there made him tremble. Dennis tried to grip anything else- the pillows, the sheets, his own hair, before one particular down stoke and Jack's thing with his tongue made Dennis's back bow off the bed. His hands flew down before he could control it, tangling in his silver curls and tugging. Even if he hadn't heard the moan that Jack let out, the vibrations of it down his shaft made Dennis squirm as he gasped out his name. Jack only came up for air once Dennis had came down his throat, shaking apart in his grip. A faint flicker of curiosity crossed Dennis's brain as he tugged on the curls covering the crown of his head. Jack groaned, his eyelids drooping for a second as the feeling rocked through him before his eyes darted up to Dennis's and he let out a huff of air. He continued his crawl up to bracket Dennis with his arms, craning his neck down.

"Jesus kid, warn a guy." He croaked, pressing a kiss to Dennis's lips. "Are- are you blushing? Do you like when I do that?" Dennis asked when they parted, still a little breathless and now a little coy at his discovery. It was clear now- a blush colored the man's tan, freckled cheeks. "Den-nis-" Jack started, only to groan out the second syllable as Dennis tugged again. Dennis grinned and leaned up to kiss him. "That's hot." "It's childish, is what it is. 50 years old and I still like getting my hair pulled like I'm a teenager." Jack grumbled into Dennis's neck, trying to kiss down Dennis's neck in a way he knew would distract him, the bastard.

"No it's not, it's hot. Stupid hot. I like making you a little crazy, you do it to me all the time." Dennis whined as Jack's teeth worried at the skin by his collarbone. "Hey, you're doing that on purpose-!" "If you can talk still I'm not doing my job right, honey." Jack mumbled into his skin, kissing down his chest as Dennis huffed out a sigh of exasperation and let it go. He'd tuck it into his back pocket for later.

2.) To say that he was caught off guard by the smell of chocolate and Guinness when he stepped into his home was an understatement. He felt his breath snag somewhere, maybe on his ribs, maybe on the ragged edges of the hole his wife had left, as he tried not to stumble his way into the kitchen. Seeing Dennis's broad back and curly dark blonde hair as some easy listening played in the background brought an odd mix of heart warming affection and gentle melancholy. Dennis looked over his shoulder and smiled brightly.

"Hey! Sorry, I- hands were full with frosting stuff, I didn't hear you come in!" Dennis gingerly set down the piping bag and walked around the island to give him a peck on the cheek. "I hope it's okay I'm making a mess in here, I just.. um, I found this recipe? And I thought since it was your birthday tomorrow I'd make it?" From the small box of recipes tucked into the corner on the counter by the kitchenaid that had been collecting dust was a recipe for "Jack's Birthday Cake." Jack took it from Dennis's hold and thumbed the round edge. Seeing Liz's handwriting on that beaten up little index card squeezed Jack's heart just a bit.

"Yeah- yeah, Den, go nuts. Ask Robby, I could probably burn water if I tried to bake something." He mustered up, giving Dennis back the card as he peered at the cake still half-frosted on the counter. "Lord knows this stuff just collects dust otherwise. I got it to be used." God, when did Dennis get so close to his sore spots? "I know it's not your birthday yet but- do you want to have some now?" "It's close enough. Only, what, a couple more hours?" "17, actually." "Mm, semantics."

Jack slid onto a stool as Dennis plated a few slices. He could tell Dennis was nervous about his reaction as he cut into the moist looking cake with his fork and brought it to his mouth.

It was just as delicious as he remembered it. Jack savored the bite before swallowing it and clearing his throat a bit of the rich frosting. "I haven't… it's been a while since I've had this, I'm- thank you, sweetheart." Jack blinked away the concerning prickly burn in his eyes- Jesus should he get checked for something?- as Dennis's smile softened and he gave Jack another longer, gentler kiss.

3.) "I should have known you had ulterior motives." Jack grumbled as he smacked Dennis's wandering hand away, breaking their kiss as Dennis chuckled. "You fuckin' menace." "Am I not allowed to enjoy my boyfriend's assets?" Dennis asked with a small pout as he wiggled out of his jeans, tossing them in a small pile in the corner of the bathroom. "I'm getting harassed by my coworker half my age, I should report you to HR." "I'm your- yeah, you know what, go ahead. Tell them I keep you in the basement too." The sound of the water hitting the tile filled the room with white noise while he unfolded the shower bench. "Yeah, this kid gropes my ass and keeps a disabled vet in his basement. I get food and water, sunlight on the weekends." "Who gave you internet access? I took your phone away when you tried to call the cops." "Santos shows me TikToks when I'm allowed out to go to work." Jack smiled at Dennis's giggle, standing up to hold out an arm for Jack to take. Dennis grunted as Jack pulled himself up and grabbed the bar with his other hand, lowering himself carefully onto the bench. "Don't you ever grunt again when helping me up, you're making me feel fat."

Jack harrumphed as Dennis laughed again, giggling over his grumblings as he settled on the shower floor between Jack's legs. Suds began sluicing over Dennis's shoulders as Jack worked his hands through Dennis's curls, the soft citrus scent steaming the air as Dennis closed his eyes and hummed. He almost missed it- the way Dennis tilted his head and pressed his lips to the skin of his calf while he was tilting Dennis's head forward to suds up the curls at his nape. He huffed as he felt his cheeks prickle with what he knew was a blush. "You sap." He murmured, tugging on his curls lightly and making him straighten again. "Mmm, yeah." Dennis turned himself around and took his calf in his hand, dipping his head to press a firmer kiss to his shin. Jack hated how it made his stomach flip. "Oh my god, I gotta beat you off with a stick." Jack spluttered, jerking his leg out of Dennis's hold. "What's gotten into you?" "Just want to kiss my boyfriend, is that illegal?" Dennis pouted up at him. Jack leaned over him to unhook the shower head from the wall and brought it over his hair instead of answering.

4.) Jack never wanted Dennis to feel like he wished he was a woman.

He still liked lingerie, was the problem. He liked when his wife would put on something pretty in whatever color she decided to wear. He kind of missed the feel of his on his hands when he would pet her sides, or the thrill of seeing the strap peak over the waistline of her pants. He liked seeing her shine with that kind of soft confidence of wearing something pretty just for herself.

Dennis had those moments, but it was things like sneakers or a new button up he felt good in. And that was fine. He loved seeing Dennis confident in what he wore.

The incident occurred on his birthday. Dennis had been weird and giggly all morning, rocking on the balls of his feet as Jack finished the breakfast Dennis had made him before saying that he had Jack's gift upstairs. He remembered being a little touched that Dennis made sure to shuffle his feet as he walked behind him, that he expected the hands that went over his eyes and Dennis's voice trying for something sultry as he murmured, "Wanna see your gift?"

It was a joke. It was obviously a joke. The way the cups of the bra gaped from his chest with nothing to fill them, to the glimpse of his dick not even fitting in the tiny lace panties the outfit came with. It all said that Dennis had grabbed it off the rack without a second thought to if it would actually fit.

That didn't make Jack's harsh inhale any less obvious. That didn't stop his eyes roving over the delicate pink lace of the babydoll that fell over his abs and the jut of his hipbones, softened it into something that Jack wanted to sink his teeth into. His eyes darted up to Dennis's face, waiting for the goofy smile or "gotcha!" or any sign that this wasn't what he thought it was. Dennis's eyes were on his face as Jack wiped his sweaty palms on his sweatpants and shifted slightly. "Oh- you really like this, huh?" Dennis stepped forward and came to a stop between Jack's legs. "Dennis-" Jack croaked as the man took his hands and put them around his waist. "You can touch, you know. It's your gift." He murmured. Jack nodded slowly where his eyes were still locked onto Dennis's abs, sweeping his thumbs over the straps of the panties and swallowing thickly. "You're gonna kill me, angel."

5.) It was a thing on TikTok that Trinity had sent him with the message, "you should see what Jack does."; a couple walking to the car when the obvious passenger princess hops into the driver's seat while their partner watched incredulously. Usually the person would say something smarmy like "hop in, princess, I've got you." and the rest of the video would be the chaos that ensued. It was funny. Dennis asked why Trinity couldn't do it and she said that Baran locked the car doors until she was right next to the driver's side.

(Most likely due to Trinity's insane driving, but that was something Dennis kept to himself.)

It popped into his head while they were walking back from a dinner date, fingers interlocked as they made their way back to Jack's Santa Fe and climbed inside. It was on impulse that his fingers reached down and plucked the car keys from Jacks' hand and twirled the keychain around his index finger. Jack looked at him, his eyebrow cocked in disbelief. "And where do you think you're driving with those, Den?" "I'm driving us home tonight, actually." Dennis replied smoothly. The pedals had been fitted so that Jack could control the gas with his left foot instead of his right, but Dennis wasn't actually planning on driving anyways. Dennis reached over and gripped the meat of his thigh, squeezing it. "I've got it, princess." If they weren't enclosed in the car and close to him, he probably wouldn't have caught the hitch to his breath as Jack stumbled over his words. "Ha-ha, very funny Den. Gimme the keys." Dennis stopped and looked at him, his face slowly stretching into a sly grin. Jack's face looked like a fucking tomato, looking doggedly at the keys or at the car's counsel. "Did you like that, princess?" He purred, watching Jack's face as he scoffed and his ears slowly reddened. "I'll give you the keys if you admit it." "How about you give me the keys and I don't spank your ass red at home?" Jack answered, over-the-top gruff and huffy. Dennis grinned in triumph as though that had been the only answer he needed before he gave him the keys. Jack took them and turned, pinching Dennis's arm and earning a yelp as Dennis buckled into the passenger side seat. (Dennis glowered at Trinity when she laughed at how gingerly he sat the next night.)

+1.) Dennis had prepped a lot for this.

Getting the right lighting, twisting and contorting his body this way and that, trying to figure out his phone timer, making sure he didn't look like he was straining his body, remembering to fix his face from concentrated to lustful. How the fuck did girls do this regularly? It was worth it seeing himself splayed out in beautiful nude glory, chest arched up so you could make out his stiff nipples through the bralette and abs on tasteful display, leading down to his hard cock and legs carefully bent just so. He didn't even wait to change out of the lingerie before sending it to Jack, his heart pounding as he thought about how he'd react when he saw it. He let out a giddy little laugh as he sent it with the text, "Got something new but couldn't wait to show you :( " before throwing his phone somewhere on the bed.

Fuck, just thinking about Jack opening his phone and then clutching it to his chest again. Would he peak at it throughout his shift? have to adjust himself in his scrubs thinking about Dennis waiting for him at home all wanton and needy? he thinks he got a good glimpse of the plug nestled into his hole, maybe he would daydream about coming home and waking him up with his cock in Dennis's hole. The vibrating pattern of Jack's ringtone made Dennis sit upright, staring at the device as that giddiness rose up in him again. He almost didn't want to look, Jesus Christ. With bated breath he opened his phone and looked at the text, biting his lip as he read- A thumbs up.

A thumbs up on his nude.

With a follow up text of "Nice."

"What the fuck?" Dennis blurted out to the empty room, the giddiness fizzling out into cool disappointment. He put on this itchy as fuck lace and posed for a whole half hour just for a fucking "Nice"?! He scoffed and stomped to the bathroom to change back into the college t-shirt and boxers he had on. ("I was flustered, baby, I was, it was the hottest thing I've ever seen! I didn't know how to reply, that's how much you broke my brain, sweetheart!" Jack would later wheedle, borderline whine as Dennis scowled at him and rolled his eyes. "More than a fucking 'nice' would have been fine." Dennis huffed, rolling on his side to face away from him. A hand on his ankle made him yelp as Jack dragged him bodily across the bed, bracketing him in with his arms. "Lemme show you how much I loved it, please?" He asked, brow furrowed and body stock still as he waited for Dennis's response.

"You fuckin' better.")

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8/23 - day 1 - 1980 - boldness // “i made this for you. listen to track three first.” // city lights

8/24 - day 2 - 1950 - courting // “can i walk you to your door?” // drive-in theaters

8/25 - day 3 - 1970 - home // “i’ll put the coffee on. you look tired.” // quiet togetherness

8/26 - day 4 - 1990 - comfort // “move over. there’s room for me on the couch.” // renting movies

8/27 - day 5 - 1960 - freedom // “let’s just keep driving and see where we end up.” // rebellion

8/29 - day 6 - 1940 - waiting // “come home to me” // handwritten letters

8/30 - day 7 - 2026 - you // “text me when you get home.” // chosen family

part 4!!