“Dr Robinavitch, we are at work. This kind of physical contact can be considered workplace harassment.” Dennis said blandly, not looking up from his patient's chart.
Robby groaned pitifully, tightening his arms around Dennis’s waist and pressing his face closer into his boyfriend’s neck. He was practically glued to Dennis's back, breathing in his scent deeply. Clingy baby.
Jack, walking in obviously into the room, paused before smirking and crossing his arms over his chest. “Ooo, hugs from behind at work? We’re getting bold now, aren’t we?”
“He’s just jelly that some guy and girl were flirting with me.” Dennis hums, reaching back to pat Robby on the head a singular time.
“Yup.” Dennis popped his p. “Wanted me to join their relationship.”
“Shit, you really are prime throuple material.” Jack frowned. “We need to keep you to ourselves.”
Jack walks over and bullies the papers and clipboard out of Dennis's hands, making the younger man sigh in annoyance, but allows Jack to guide his hands to wrap around his waist.
"I thought we were supposed to be professional at work?" Dennis hums, pressing a soft kiss to Jack’s waiting lips. “One could say that you’re both taking advantage of me as my superiors.”
Robby and Jack exchanged a kiss over Dennis’s head while the younger man rolls his eyes at their dramatics.
“Alright, alright, hands off you two. I’ve gotta get back to my patients.”
“Those pervs?” Jack narrows his eyes. Dennis decidedly does not answer him and simply walks out of the room with a wave of his hand.
“Wow, I didn’t realize they allowed models to work in the ER. You’re a fucking dream.”
Jack and Robby stopped in their tracks.
"That's the fucking room." Robby hissed. "This is where I heard them flirt with Den the first time. They're doing it again!"
“Please try to focus on moving your left arm for me.” Dennis is using his customer service voice, which could be kinda hot in some situations, but definitely not if he’s not using it on them.
Robby and Jack, like idiots, burst into the room just to stand menacingly in the doorway and glare at the patient and his girlfriend.
"Is this the troublesome patient, Dr Whitaker?" Abbot scowled, doing his best to look intimidating, and it was very easy for him to do so.
"I can get him transferred to a different hospital in one call." Robby crossed his arms and looked down at the patient. "Just say the word."
Both the girlfriend and the patient swallowed, their eyes wide in confusion and apprehension. Then they turned to Dennis for help, supposedly, because why wouldn't they?
Dennis just let out a sigh, flattered, annoyed, and just needing to get this patient out of his hair before moving on to the next one. "Alright, sir, you seem to be doing well enough. Try to avoid any strenuous activities for at least two weeks. Come back if you have any problems. A nurse will be in here shortly for last-minute questions and to check you out." He finished politely before giving a tight smile.
On the way out, he grabbed Robby and Jack by the arm, hard. "Doctors, I need to speak with you for a moment."
Jack and Robby gulped, exchanging a look and realizing they were in deep shit.
"W-wait, no, Den, I'm sorry, it was Robby's idea! Please-"
"Hey! It was not! Mouse, don't listen to him-!"