Gloopin & Glorpin

“So, Don’t hate me. But I gotta cancel. I’m sorry, but Benton offered to help me study.” Dennis let out a soft sigh, feeling tears brim in the corners of his eyes. This has been happening almost every week now. He wants to spend time with his boyfriend, especially after not seeing him in almost a week. Their schedules are so hard to line up because they aren’t working in the same hospital, and John is on his surgical rotation.

“Ok- yeah, that’s fine. I gotta go back to work now.” He knows he shouldn’t be too upset by this, but Dennis always made time for people while in med school. He just doesn’t like that John has been spending so much time with Benton. 

 “Sorry, Den, love you.” Dennis sighed, hanging up his phone, shaking his head in frustration. He is always making time for Benton; it’s always something to do with Peter Benton. Shouldn’t he, his own boyfriend, be a higher priority than a first-year surgical resident?

A few tears did escape his eyes, letting them drip down his cheeks. He stood in the corner of the breakroom, lost in his own mind, waiting to understand why his boyfriend now had some newfound interest in his colleague. They hadn’t run into this problem before; John had always made time for him, and he never had to question his importance. 

The door flew open, breaking the silence of the room. Robby’s broad frame came through the door, holding his coffee mug. “Oh- hey, Whittaker.”

Dennis quickly wiped away his tears, trying to fix up his appearance in front of one of his boyfriend’s Dads. “Hey, Robby. There’s a fresh pot of coffee; Princess made it.” Dennis avoided looking at the man, staring at the bulletin board instead. 

He could feel the older man’s gaze; he could feel the concern radiating off of him, knowing a few questions were coming his way. He didn’t want to talk to the man about his relationship problems with his boyfriend’s father. It wasn’t really the man’s business, quite frankly, but maybe it could bring him some insight into the new behaviour his boyfriend has adopted.

“Everything ok?” Robby raised his eyebrows, waiting for the younger man’s reply. He inched closer to Dennis, letting him take control of how the conversation goes. He hadn’t seen anything happen to him during their shift together; he knew that no patient had died so far today on their shift, and he could only assume that it had to do with his and Jack’s son John.

“Just- um, John cancelled again. It’s stupid, I know he is busy with his surgical rotation.” Dennis's voice sounded wet, trying to lighten the mood by chuckling at the end of his sentence. “ I shouldn’t complain to you about your son. I’ll be over it in a few minutes.”

“Den-” That’s all Robby could say before Dennis cut him off. “No, it’s ok. I gotta get back to my patients.” Dennis picked himself back up, sighing heavily, walking towards the door. He was embarrassed by his small meltdown over his boyfriend. 

As Dennis left the room, Jack passed him on his way out, offering a small smile, “Hey, Den.” he gave a nod in return, quickly disappearing into the mess of the ED.

Jack saw Robby pouring coffee into his mug, glancing up at his husband with a distasteful look on his face. “Uh oh, what happened?” Jack started. He got there early for shift change, wanting to see his husband for a little bit before he had to throw himself into work.

“John is being an asshole to Dennis.” Robby spat, feeling anger bubbling in his stomach. He had a feeling that his son was up to something that was definitely not concerning medical school.

“What did he do this time?” Jack quirked an eyebrow, walking closer to his husband, taking a sip out of his mug. 

“ He cancelled on him again. Poor kid had tear streaks down his cheeks.” He had overheard John talking to someone over the phone the other night, and he heard something he probably shouldn’t have. “Remember when the other night? I think he might be cheating on Dennis.” Robby sighed, looking at his husband who was now standing directly in front of him.

“For fuck sake, seriously? You really think he’d stoop that low? Did Den mention anything?” Jack scoffed, frustrated at their son’s actions. They already had an opinion on the way he treated Dennis; this was just adding fuel to the fire.

“No, he didn’t, but you can just tell he thinks something is going on. I don’t like the way John is treating him.” Saying his son’s name left a nasty taste on his mouth, just disappointed with his son’s choices. 

John was Robby’s biological son; his best friend from childhood really wanted a kid, and Robby agreed to father her son. They had known each other since childhood, and she was also the only person in his life who knew he was gay. When John was 3 years old, Jack adopted him after Robby, and he got married. Kathy was very present in their lives until John hit 18 and went off to college; she moved to a different city with her wife, keeping in contact with them. 

“I know, babe, but there’s not much we can do. He’s an adult, and we can’t ask Kath to talk some sense into him. We shouldn’t do or say anything to Den until we know for sure that John is stepping out on their relationship.”

~

The same incident kept occurring; it was a regular occurrence now. It had gotten to the point where Dennis hadn’t seen John in over a week, and he was growing frustrated at his lack of communication and attention.

Dennis was supposed to go back to John’s after work to finally see him and sleep over. He hadn’t heard from John all day, which he interpreted as a good sign.

He was actually going to see his boyfriend this week. The anticipation was a great motivator to get through his workday, knowing his boyfriend waited for him.

The ED was packed all day, like it is all day every day, people swarming in and out constantly. Dennis was looking forward to shift change, ready to head out and have the next few days off. This is the first time all week that he isn’t going back to his and Trin’s apartment.

He had packed an overnight bag, lugging it to work with him. He usually catches a ride with Trinity home, or if Robby or Jack were working, he’d get a ride with them back to their home to spend time with John.

This time neither older man was working, leaving Dennis to take the bus over to his boyfriend’s house. It wasn’t a long ride, maybe 15 minutes; he could just walk, but he had no desire to lug his overnight bag for 2 kilometres.

The cold fresh air hit his skin as he stepped out through the doors near the ambulance bay. The sun was starting to set as he made his walk towards the closest bus stop. He stood beside the pole, waiting for the bus to hopefully arrive in the next five minutes. 

There were no new notifications on his phone, nothing to signal that John wouldn’t be there when he got there. He sent a quick text, saying he was on his way, before shoving it into his back pocket and getting on the bus that just pulled up.

Only having three stops before his, he grew excited. He couldn’t wait to spend time with John, wanting to be close to his boyfriend. They haven’t slept over together in ages; he had missed sleeping next to a warm body; he missed the feeling of someone else.

As the houses grew more familiar each street, his stop was next. He quickly got off, thanking the bus driver. It was a short two-minute walk to get to the house; he practically ran from excitement.

He knocked on the door before opening it. He had been there so many times before that it was normal for him to just walk in.

“Hey!” Dennis announced, dropping his bag down, taking his shoes off and hanging up his jacket.

“Oh, hey, Den. Um- did John not tell you? He isn’t going to be home tonight,” Robby said from the recliner. 

Dennis' face dropped, and a look of shock was all over his face. He was dumbfounded; his boyfriend hadn’t said anything to him about not being home; they even confirmed the arrangement in the morning.

“W-what? He didn’t tell me that. We had spoken about me coming here right after work,” Dennis looked around the home, seeing Jack in the kitchen, and his boyfriend was nowhere to be seen once again.

Frustration was evident across his face trying to understand why his boyfriend decided to not tell him about their change in plans. He would have just gone home with Trin. He didn’t want to disturb his boyfriend’s Dads; they probably had plans tonight, just like he thought he’d have.

He hasn’t had sex with John in like two months now, and he missed the affection his boyfriend once gave him. 

“Shit, sorry kiddo. He told us last night that he wasn’t going to be home,” Robby sighed from his spot. The older man took off his glasses, closed his book, and pushed the leg back in before standing up. He walked towards Dennis in their foyer. “ Jack is cooking dinner; why don’t you stay for dinner anyway?” Robby offered. He picked up his duffle bag, moving it to the hallway leading to the bedrooms. 

“I’d appreciate it. I didn’t take anything out for dinner.” Dennis followed behind the taller man, leading them to the kitchen where Jack stood.

“Babe, guess who is here. Our son decided to be an asshole again,” Robby muttered as he stood beside Jack at the stove.

“You’re kidding? He told us he was going to Den’s tonight. Why would he lie about that?” Jack scoffed, looking over at his husband as he moved the food around. Jack didn’t know that Dennis stood in the kitchen, hearing the comment he made.

“Jack,” Robby whispered, tilting his head towards the younger man who stood near the island.

They both saw the way Dennis’ face crumbled, his fears becoming reality with just a few words. Dennis rubbed his face with his hands, sighing into them, trying to blink away the tears.

“Shit, I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Jack hadn’t meant for that to be heard; they weren’t certain yet that John was cheating on Dennis. They were pretty sure that was the case, but they didn’t want to be the ones to break the news to the man.

“No, no, it’s ok. He is probably just tired from school and got things mixed up. I’ll give him a call later.” Dennis tried to make excuses for his boyfriend, not wanting this situation to humiliate him even more.

He didn’t see the two men give each other looks, knowing that their son was most likely out cheating on Dennis with Peter Benton.

Jack and Robby were really disappointed with their son, not understanding his behaviour. Dennis is such a sweet kid; he is kind, loving, selfless, eager to help anyone; he deserves so much better.

“Den, why don’t you go downstairs to the bar and grab something for us to drink for dinner? There’s a bunch of different drinks down there, even bottles of wine.” Jack suggested.

As they watched Dennis disappear down the staircase, Robby finally spoke when he knew the younger man would be out of earshot. “Are we going to do what we planned?”

They were all sitting at the dinner table, enjoying the meal that Jack had prepared for them. Jack was a great cook; it was one of the things he looked forward to enjoying when he came and visited. 

“Thanks for cooking, Jack. I really appreciate you both letting me impose on your evening,” Dennis chimed in; he hadn’t been participating in the conversation prior.

He had been trying to hold back tears the entire dinner; he was so upset, basically being stood up. He was just really looking forward to spending time with his boyfriend; now he is stuck watching his boyfriend’s hot dads being all lovey-dovey while he pouts silently.

“Anytime, Den. You’re always welcome here.” Jack smiled, taking a sip of the wine that Dennis had picked out.

“Den, we should tackle the clean up. Why don’t you just stay here tonight? You can sleep in the guest room or John’s, whatever you’d like.” Robby proposed.

To be quite honest, both older men wanted Dennis to stay the night so they could ease their way into getting the younger man in their bed. To show him how he should be treated and cared for. 

“Are you sure? I really don’t want to disturb your night even more.” Dennis felt guilty staying in the home without his boyfriend being there.

“Of course, Kiddo. Let’s go tackle the clean-up. You can go shower after and join us on the couch. We were planning on either watching a game or a movie,” Robby stood up, picking up a few things.

Jack wandered off to the living room, leaving Robby and Dennis in the kitchen. There wasn’t much to clean up; Jack likes to clean as he cooks because the mess bugs him.

“You wash? I dry?” Robby inquired.

Dennis started to fill the sink up with hot water, adding soap to the mix.

“I’m sorry about John. I know it means nothing coming from me, but you’re always welcome here.” Robby said, breaking the silence, putting a plate into a cabinet.

“It-it’s not your fault. I’m just getting frustrated because he keeps spending time with Benton. I know I should be happy he is making new friends, but I should still be a priority to him.” Dennis tried to hold back tears; he missed his boyfriend. He knew something was up: the change in behaviour, the cancelling and all the excuses.

He knew the patterns of cheaters; he’d seen his friends deal with it. He always wished that he’d never end up in this situation.

“I know, hun.” Robby’s voice was laced with sympathy.

Dennis felt a firm hand on his lower back, rubbing in circular motions. His gaze moved to meet Robby’s, letting the man comfort him.

He really tried to hold back his tears; he really did, but this had been the first form of affection he had received in weeks. The dam finally broke, and tears fell down his cheeks.

“Ugh, I’m sorry.” Dennis cried; he was embarrassed. He shouldn’t be crying to his soon-to-be ex-boyfriend's dad. 

“None of that; it’s ok to be sad,” Robby pulled him into a hug, letting the younger man cry into his chest. “ I know it’s hard to understand why someone would do that. You’ll never understand it because you’d never do that to someone else,” Robby placed a gentle kiss on Dennis's forehead, rubbing his back gently, helping him calm down.

“ I’ll finish up the dishes. Why don’t you go get cleaned up? Meet us in the living room?” Robby pulled away from the hug, offering the man a soft smile before sending him down the hall.

Once he saw that Dennis was down the hall, he finished up the dishes before heading over to his husband.

“He’s pretty upset, Jack,” Robby said as he sat beside him on the couch. 

“I mean, I’d be pretty upset too.” Jack gently grabbed Robby’s hand, pulling him closer, cuddling up together.

“Do you still want to do this? Are we sure he is up for this?” Jack questioned, pulling Robby’s attention away from the TV.

“I think we are in for a little surprise. I don’t think he realizes how obvious he is,” Robby chuckled.

They’ve had this planned for a while now, for as long as they’ve known about John’s affair.

“Ok then, baby. We better get started before that shower turns off,” Jack pulled Robby into a kiss, pulling him onto his lap.

They took it slowly, kissing each other gently. Their lips moved against each other, enjoying the way it felt to be so close.

Robby let out a soft gasp when the shower turned off, Jack taking this opportunity to push his tongue inside. Robby moaned into the kiss, pushing against Jack so his neck rested against the arm rest. Robby’s arm rested on the sides of Jack’s head as the kiss deepened.

“Mikey, baby, you gotta wait for him to come down first. You gotta be patient, baby,” Jack breathed into the kiss, guiding Robby to calm down.

Jack’s hands kneaded Robby’s ass, his hands had made their way inside the man’s pants. Pulling left whines from his mouth, as their tongues explored each other’s mouths.

Their cocks were growing from the anticipation, knowing Dennis would be back any minute. He’ll see them moaning in each other’s mouths, and Jack is especially excited to show Dennis how needy Robby is.

“Jackie, please I need more,” Robby whined, rutting against Jack’s stomach, moaning softly against his lips. 

A harsh slap was welcomed to Robby’s ass, a soft whine escaped, as Jack pulled him back into a kiss. “Mikey, be patient. I’ll make you watch the entire time if you keep this up,” Jack whispered.

Their soft pants preoccupied them from hearing Dennis’s footsteps. The man had no idea what he was about to walk in on. 

As the living room came to view, Dennis had a full view of what the older men were doing. His jaw dropped at the sight of Robby and Jack. He could hear the sound of their wet kiss, he could see the saliva coating their mouths and Robby’s beard. It was sinful, it was exhilarating, it was something he shouldn’t be seeing.

“Oh shit, sorry,” Dennis gasped, quickly looking away. 

“Fuck sorry, Den. We got a little carried away,” Jack chuckled, pushing Robby off of him. They pretended that they didn’t mean to get caught, moving spots quickly, leaving room for Dennis to sit between them.

“Here, babe, come sit. Forget about that,” Robby fixed his clothes, patting the seat beside him.

Dennis’s face was flushed pink; the tips of his ears were too. He was embarrassed once again for walking in on them, but also just as turned on to see both the older men in that state.

He sat down between them, averting his gaze to just the TV. “What are we planning on watching?” Dennis asked.

He wasn’t paying attention to anything the older men said, just mindlessly agreeing to their comments.

Maybe he is just sexually frustrated or something, but he can’t stop thinking about having the two men kiss him like that. He hasn’t kissed anyone in over 2 weeks, and the last time he and John had sex had to have been months ago.

Well sure, Jack and Robby were very handsome, and they were his usual type, but he feels dirty being attracted to his boyfriend’s dads.

His dick shouldn’t be hardening just from watching them make out, but it definitely was.

At some point, Robby must have gotten up to grab them some beers, sitting closer to Dennis this time. Jack had been inching closer too, but Dennis only noticed when the silence broke.

“You ok, Den?” Jack asked, hand rubbing on his thigh. 

“Oh yeah, just a little tired.” Dennis chuckled.

“That’s not what he meant. He is asking about John and you,” Robby added.

He let out a soft sigh, leaning into the couch cushion, feeling tears well up. “ I’m just upset. It’s just hard.”

“I know, baby. You deserve to be treated better.” Robby’s hand was now on his shoulder, squeezing it tightly.

“You deserve better, baby. He shouldn’t be doing this to you. He shouldn’t make you cry,” Jack’s hand was inching up his thigh, getting closer to his groin.

“I just wish I was his priority. He doesn’t even spend time with me anymore,” a couple of tears fell down his cheek.

“You’re too good for him, Den,” Robby muttered, his hand now on his neck, playing with his curls.

“You deserve to be taken care of, baby. Not discarded,” Robby’s breath was against his ear, his ears reddening at the feeling.

“Will you let us take care of you, baby? Let us show you what it feels like to be cared for?” Jack’s lips were grazing his ear. He shuddered at the feeling.

Both of the men had a hand on him, luring him in. He felt their mouths against his skin, gasping softly at the contact.

“Is this ok baby?” Jack whispered as he kissed up his jaw. 

“Don’t think too hard, baby. Forget about John,” Robby said between kisses against his neck.

“F-fuck, yes. I can’t take any longer,” Dennis gave in; he knew their relationship was over anyway, why not sleep with his fathers?

That’s all it took for the older men to break away, most of their restraint gone, eager to get a taste.

Robby grabbed his chin, turning him towards him. Kissing him harshly, moaning at the contact of his soft lips. 

Dennis loved the feeling of Robby’s beard against his face; he loved the feeling of Jack’s stubble rubbing against his chin and neck. 

Robby bit down on Dennis' lip, getting him to moan, wanting to push his tongue inside. He wanted to taste the younger man’s sweetness; he wanted to see what his son was giving up.

He moaned into his mouth once he got a taste, pushing himself against the younger man. “Mikey,” Jack’s voice came through. He pulled away from the boy’s neck to scold his husband. 

“I know he is sweet, baby. You gotta be patient,” Jack pulled Robby off of Dennis, pulling him over to his side, leaving Jack to have his turn. 

Dennis watched the two of them with wide eyes, never expecting them to be this way. He moved forward, kissing Jack, wanting to know what it felt like.

It was better than he could imagine, both men kissing him way better than John ever had. They took their time kissing him, not rushing to fuck, letting it build up. The way they moved their lips, their tongues, they showed him what it felt like to explore each other.

Jack was rougher with his kiss than Robby; he took control. He pulled him into his lap, dealing the kiss. Jack’s tongue pushed against his lips, waiting for him to welcome him in.

He felt Jack’s tongue against his mouth, moaning as their tongues brushed together. “You like that, baby? Finally getting your needs met?” Jack cooed. 

He nodded his head quickly, pushing their mouths against each other again, not wanting to ever break apart.

Robby’s mouth was on his neck, kissing and sucking the skin, finding his pulse point and sucking gently. Dennis moaned, squirming in Jack’s lap.

“What do you want us to do baby? You want me to fuck you? Do you want to fuck Robby?” Jack pulled back, looking into Dennis’s eyes.

“Both,” he moaned.

~

They made it into the married couples bedroom, needing more room to have better access to each other’s bodies.

Dennis was sat in the middle of the bed resting against the headboard. Jack and Robby had stripped him of his clothes, leaving him hard and leaking on their bed.

“Look at him Mikey. Isn’t he pretty? You excited to take his cock baby?” Jack taunted, he stood there watching Michael undress, ordering him to get onto the bed, to go and suck Dennis’s cock.

Robby moaned at the command, basically jumping on the bed, needing to get the man’s cock in his mouth. 

“Mikey is gonna suck your pretty cock, Denny. Are you going to let him?” Jack quirked. 

“F-fuck yes,” Dennis moaned, Robby’s mouth was on him in seconds, taking his full length into his mouth. Robby moaned against the man’s cock, loving the way he tasted, the way it sat against his tongue, heavy and thick.

As they were preoccupied, Jack undressed himself, grabbing the lube before taking off his prosthesis.

His hands pushed Robby’s hips up, giving him access to the man’s ass. “Mikey baby, spread your legs.” Robby obeyed the command, spreading his legs wide as Dennis’s cock went deeper down his throat.

Jack had clear view of Robby’s hole as he sucked the younger man’s cock. Dennis was in pure bliss, having something other than he hand wrapped around his cock.

Dennis let out groans as Robby’s cheeks hallowed out taking him up and down, spit coating his cock, dripping down his to his balls. Robby beard was covered in his spit, never slowing down, acting like he could never get enough, like it was about to be taken away from him.

The wet sounds of Robby’s mouth covered the noises Dennis was letting out, it was sloppy and messy, everything he enjoyed.

With no warning, Jack pushed a lubed-up finger into Robby’s hole, causing him to still. “Keep going, Mikey. You don’t want to leave Denny like that. Don’t be mean,” Jack muttered as he pushed his finger in and out of the other man. 

Robby tried to keep going, struggling as he kept moaning with each thrust of Jack’s finger. “Denny? Grab his hair, force him to suck it, baby,” Jack coached Dennis, telling him how to get Robby to keep going.

“Fuck ok. Come on Mikey, suck my dick. Stop whining and do it,” he uttered, a form of confidence taking place. He could feel the vibrations of Robby’s moans against his cock as he spoke. He carded his fingers in his hair before gripping the hair and pushing him up and down, using him like a toy.

Jack slipped in another finger, brushing against Robby’s prostate, feeling him buck forward at the sensation. “ He likes that, Denny. He likes when people tell him what to do.” Jack purred, adding in a third, getting him ready for Dennis.

“Our sweet Mikey needs to be told what to do. His brain goes mush when his cock is hard,” Jack cooed.

“Not so big and tough now? Huh? You just like to be pathetic,” Dennis moaned as Robby’s tongue lapped over his tip. Robby’s cock twitched, precum leaking from his tip after hearing Dennis’s humiliating words. This was better than he could have ever imagined, never thinking Dennis would speak to him like that.

Jack could tell Robby was nearing his orgasm; he could barely keep up with Dennis pushing his head up and down, his legs trembling as both his holes were being fucked.

“Denny? Mikey here is about to cum, are you ready to fuck him?” Jack pulled his fingers from Robby’s hole, placing gentle kisses on his back.

“Y-yeah, I am.” Dennis breathed out, waiting for Jack to tell him what to do.

“Ok, baby. Switch spots with me. It’s my turn to have some fun with Mikey’s mouth.” Jack smirked, climbing into bed.

Jack sat against the headboard, pulling Robby forward, kissing him roughly. 

Their lips moved together; the sight was so nasty, spit coated their lips and tongues pushed around in their mouths. 

Robby was a whiny mess against Jack, pushing himself against him. “Go ahead, Den, fuck Mikey. He can handle it. Show Mikey how good you can fuck him,” he said between kisses.

Dennis grabbed the lube that sat beside Robby, pulling himself from the trance he was in watching them kiss.

He stroked his cock, adding a generous amount of lube to his hand. He slicked himself up and lined up his cock to Robby’s hole.

He pushed in all at once, grunting as he bottomed out. “F-fuck, he is tight.”

The man’s body was gorgeous; he was covered in hair, his skin was so soft, and his body looked and felt so good in his hands.

“Ah- fuck, Denny. You feel so good. Jackie, it feels so good,” Robby moaned, his lips parting as he pulled away from the kiss.

“I know, baby. I know how much you like to be fucked,” Jack could see the precum leaking from Robby’s cock, he could see it drop down onto their bedding.

Dennis started to thrust in and out of Robby, watching the man’s legs tremble with each hit to his prostate.

Robby was so loud, he let Dennis know how good he was fucking him. “Just like that, Denny. Harder, please,” Robby moaned.

When the pleasure of being fucked clouded his mind, no longer able to keep up with kissing Jack. Robby fell forward, bouncing from each thrust, feeling Jack’s lips trail down his jaw, to his shoulder. 

Jack made his way over to Dennis; he got on the bed behind him, placing soft kisses on his shoulders and neck. “ I’m going to fuck you, ok? And you’re going to keep fucking Robby. If you stop, I’ll stop.” Jack whispered.

Dennis’s breath hitched at the feeling of a wet finger against his hole. “Ah- fuck. Yes ok, Jackie.” 

Dennis had to steady himself while fucking into Robby; Jack wasted no time and pushed his finger in.

He stretched his hole, adding another and a third. His lips ghosted his skin, his hot breath sending shivers down his body.

“You’re doing so good, Denny. You’re fucking Mikey so good, look at him. He is drooling from how good your cock is.” Jack praised him.

Jack finally pulled out his fingers, switching it out for his lubed-up cock. “Don’t stop, baby. Don’t leave poor Mikey hanging.” Jack said as he pushed inside.

Dennis grunted at the feeling, bucking his hips forward, pushing deep inside of Robby. “F-fuck, I can feel you so deep,” Robby was nearing incoherent, enjoying the pounding from Dennis.

Jacks thrusts matched Dennis’s, making sure they were in sync. “Ok baby, you can’t cum until I say. That goes for both of you.” Jack said between grunts.

“Y-yes,” both men said at the same time, panting between moans.

Jack’s hands made it to Dennis’s nipples, pinching them as he sucked on his neck. “Does John fuck you like this?” Jack asked, his thrusts never stopping.

Dennis moaned at his words, John would barely even acknowledge him while they fucked. The man would only chase his high and would leave Dennis without an orgasm more times than not.

“N-no never.” He moaned, his hands gripping Robby’s hips, gripping the skin so hard that it was going to leave marks.

“What a shame, poor baby hasn’t been treated properly. You’ve been suffering for so long. You have me and Mikey now. We will make sure you’re well taken care of.” Jack pressed soft kisses on shoulder, fastening his thrusts.

“J-Jackie, I’m close, I can’t,” Robby cried, feeling his orgasm nearing. 

“Come on baby, just a little longer. You can do it for me. You can do it for Denny, baby.”

“Come on Mikey, you can do it. Just a little bit longer,” Dennis moaned, he himself was nearing an orgasm. Jack’s cock hitting his prostate over and over again, his thrusts were growing sloppier after each hit.

“J-Jackie, I’m gonna cum soon,” Dennis moaned.

“I know baby, my poor boys needs to cum so badly,” Jack taunted, seeing as both men were struggling to hold themselves up.

“Play with Robby’s cock,” Jack whispered, his own hands making it to Dennis’s nipples again, pinching them between his fingers.

Dennis’s soft hand wrapped around Robby’s cock, spreading the precum all over his tip. Robby’s hips bucked forward at the sensation, moaning loudly, crying out pleas.

Jack’s thrust grew sloppy, Dennis kept trembling, trying not to come. “My good boys. Ok baby, you can cum. Come on, cum with me. That’s it baby,” Jack moaned.

Robby was the first to cum, sobbing out pleas and incoherent words. His cum coating the bedding as his arms gave out and falling forward into the pillows.

When Robby clenched down, Dennis couldn’t hold back anymore. He painted the inside of Robby’s hole with his cum, letting out one last moan.

“A-ah fuck, so good for me,” Jack moaned as his cum filled up Dennis hole. 

The room was filled with their heavy breathing and pants. They lay on top of each other, catching their breaths. Jack placed soft kisses on Dennis’s cheek, rubbing a soothing hand over his back. 

“Mikey, you ok?” Jack asked gently, grabbing his hand. “Mmph, yeah. Feel so good,” Robby mumbled back a reply.

Dennis and Jack chuckled at how blissed out the man was. “I’ll be right back; hold Mikey close,” Jack whispered against Dennis's ear.

Dennis could hear Jack moving around, grabbing his crutches. He could feel Jack's cum leaking out of his hole, feeling sticky and gross from the aftermath.

He pressed soft kisses all over Robby’s back and shoulders, running his fingers through his hair. “You did so good, Mikey. Did you enjoy yourself?” Dennis asked softly. 

“Of course, you made me feel so good,” Robby muttered, sleep inching closer and closer.

Jack came back into the room quickly, holding water and some wet clothes to clean them up. “Mikey is sleeping,” Dennis whispered. 

“Mhmm yeah he gets sleepy after. Let’s get you both cleaned up.” Jack placed his crutches against his nightstand and began to clean up Dennis. 

He got both men cleaned up, slipping them under the sheets, getting in after them. Jack had left their bedroom door open, airing out the room.

“How are you feeling?” Jack asked, holding Dennis against his chest. Robby was long asleep, his soft snores filling the room.

“I’m ok. Thank you for that.” Dennis mumbled, kissing Jack’s chest. 

“Of course, baby. We can’t stand to see you sad like that. It hurts to know that you haven’t been taken care of properly.” Jack’s hands rubbed Dennis’s belly softly, breathing in the man’s scent.

“ I broke up with him after my shower. I left him a voicemail.” Dennis chuckled; he didn’t want to cry over John anymore.

“Good, you deserve to be loved.” Jack may have left their bedroom door open for more than just airing out the room. He was hoping John would come home and find them all naked together.

John deserved to feel humiliated. 

And his boyfriend sleeping with his dads would definitely do the trick. 

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There was no pretending. Sure, maybe he could've pretended that he did, in fact, see that the apples were red, the sky was blue, and the ground was yellow, but it was hard to do. So he didn't.

That cost him his identity and dignity.

His parents started to get harsher on him. His brothers made fun of him. His classmates and teachers looked at him with too much pity when there was a particular topic about colors.

That's when he realized that he wasn't giving up. He would find his soulmates somewhere, and he was going to be happy with them.

He wanted and needed to leave this place.

So he did.

Now he was here, in Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center, waking up for his shift at the hospital, where he squatted out. He'd been here since his rotation for Internal Medicine a month ago. Now, it was the first day of his ER rotation.

He was nervous. Sure, he'd been in the ER before during his third year, but he'd heard that PTMC was one of the best ones yet. He wasn't sure how he'd been accepted at all, but he takes the wins he gets.

He got ready in the dingy but functional room. He rinsed his hair, brushed his teeth, and chomped on one of the designated granola bars for the day.

He packed his bag with his things that he didn't want to lose if ever someone did find the room. Then by 6:50 he was out.

———

Dennis Whitaker was a changed man. Maybe for the worse, maybe for the best. He'd found his soulmate, and he wasn't homeless anymore.

Okay, maybe he's lying about the soulmate part. Can't he just say that he knew who it was, but since it didn't really seem to matter to the other half, he just... never brought it up, either.

For the first month that he'd lived with Trinity after she found him on the 8th floor, she's been asking subtly if he had a soulmate.

He always answered vaguely. He tried to feign innocence by sometimes messing up colors and their names. He tried, trust him.

It only happened 11 months ago, when he looked for a senior resident to consult, only to be grabbed by Dr. Robby and forced to present.

"Ah ah ah," Dr. Robby said as he grabbed him, forcing him to face the man.

What the fuck.

His eyes suddenly flashed with vibrancy.

What the fuck times two.

A headache formed quickly.

It's so...vibrant. It was brighter than white. The more he blinked, the more he couldn't believe it.

He was seeing colors!

Wait. That means—

"You okay, Whitaker?" The man let go of him now; he seemed unbothered by it.

What?

Okay. Maybe Dr. Robby was just keeping it professional for his sake. Yeah. Alright.

"Uh- yeah. I had a case for Dr. Collins?"

And yet. It wasn't brought up. At least once. Nothing.

By the time his rotation ended, there was nothing. Still silent on the whole thing, and it stung.

Was he that unlovable? unworthy?

Maybe he really was.

———

He only understood a week later when he saw Jack Abbot.

The first time he'd been acquainted with the man was when he clocked in for the Pittfest shift with his go-bag, which was cool. Then sometimes the man would clock in earlier than he was supposed to. Sometimes he would help pick up cases, or sometimes he would hang around the on-call room.

He saw the night shift attending with Robby. The way they seamlessly moved around difficult cases. Equipment was already handed out to each other before they even spoke. Their diagnoses were clear and concise, and they both knew when to let the other take the lead.

It was undeniable that the two were soulmates. Even before Dennis was in the ED, it was well known that the two were soulmates.

In turn, that meant that Dennis had two soulmates.

He tried to look it up. Maybe there was something fundamentally wrong with him from the start. Maybe this was just a mistake. He knew that people with two soulmates existed; he just didn't think it would be him.

And seriously, not one but two of his attendings?

What a joke.

But nothing came up. There was only one thing that was for sure, and that was it's impossible for one person to be soulmates with one but not the other.

Once he was sure he reached a dead end, he never wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

At least he knew now why his attending hadn't reacted. It was because he already met his other soulmate. There wouldn't be any other indicators otherwise (that may be a lie; there were other indicators, but he chooses to ignore those). He was a delayed soulmate.

Despite all the research saying that a delayed soulmate should eventually introduce himself as one, he concluded that they deserved better than him. They found each other first after all. He didn't want to intrude on their relationship.

Not when they looked so linked. Dennis wanted that too.

So, he kept his distance. It was hard at first, especially since his attending, Robby, had his hands on his neck and shoulders. "Manhandling" (Trinity's words, not his) him every chance the man gets.

But he did. Eventually. He pointedly slipped from Robby's hands as they were about to touch him, and the man seemed to notice.

After that, the attending stopped.

Dennis would be lying if he said that his chest didn't ache at the action, though.

He didn't see the way that Robby furrowed his eyebrows when he did.

———

Before he knew it, he was coughing for almost half of his last year in medical school.

He was through his pediatric rotation when he had to take a break because his lungs burned as an object lodged itself there. He felt and heard his breathing get shallow. His chest ached as he felt his lungs getting full of prickly things. 'Almost like branches,' he thought.

Thankfully, somewhere around after Pittfest and after Trinity had taken him in, he was able to afford the pills.

It didn't take him (a medical student) to figure it out. He was stupid but not blind. He knew what he had the moment he saw purple and magenta petals with twinges of blood on his palm. He knew what disease it was.

Hanahaki.

A particular disease for being unrequited love. Victims are people whose soulmates rejected them, or so they thought. Usually can be cured through surgery, admitting the truth, or plainly knowing what they felt wasn't unrequited. It was rare enough not to happen to just about anyone, but it was also fascinating enough to be studied. So, the world decided to study the disease.

Luckily for Dennis, they had developed pills. Pills for the disease that could prolong the lifespan of someone who had the disease. Not cure it but minimize its damage until the person decides to cure it themselves.

It was cheap enough; apparently big pharmaceutical companies care enough about soulmates to let anyone dirt-poor like Dennis survive through it.

He took them. He knows that logically, he should've told someone. Not only so that he can protect himself if ever he did have a Langdon situation, but also so that he can rely on someone if anything ever went sideways.

That privilege was forced out of him when Trinity suddenly barged into his room while he was sitting on his bed and had the bottle of pills in his hand.

"What the fuck is that?!" Trinity shouted. He was sure they were going to get a knock from their neighboring units again.

"Trin! Lower your voice. You'll get us in trouble." He said as he rolled his eyes and took out one pill, swallowing it dry.

She immediately sat down on the mattress. "Did you really just—?" She went over to him quickly, grabbing the bottle from his hand.

"Hey!" Dennis said, reaching for the container.

Trinity lifted the container up high, making sure the label was facing her so she could read it.

Dennis scrambled behind her as she pushed him with her other arm.

She squinted as she read the label.

Jasminum Samnostreum.

Dennis saw the moment she read the label and knew what it was. He finally gave up on taking the container back.

"What the fuck, Huck?" She said as she lowered the container down.

"Look, I was going to tell you but—" he sighed.

"But what? Jusko po, Den. You didn't trust me enough to tell me that you had Hanahaki? You know what might happen if you forget to take one of these!" She looked at Dennis. Looking at his eyes, searching for any answers.

Dennis looked away as he muttered, "I know, Trin. It wasn't like that. I trust you. More than anyone in my life. It was just..." he paused, running his hands through his face, "it's just so fucking embarrassing. I don't know." he slowly looked up at Trinity.

Trinity looked back at him with soft eyes and said, "I don't think having a rare disease is embarrassing, Huck. I don't think being rejected by a soulmate is embarrassing."

If he wasn't already crying, he was pretty sure a few tears had already run down his cheeks.

Trinity opened her arms while sitting, offering a hug, which Dennis immediately took.

It was a few minutes of silence after that.

"So who is it?" Trinity broke the silence.

"Can you keep it a secret?" He muttered against Trinity's shoulder.

"When did I ever air out your secret, Huck?" She pulled away and looked at him with wiggly eyebrows.

He chuckled wetly, looking at her. "You literally told Javadi that I had never watched Interstellar before."

"Okay, but this is different. Seriously, Huck. I would never tell anyone."

"There's two.. actually..." He hesitates.

"...okay..."

"Would you be surprised if I told you it's Dr. Robby and Abbot?"

"...what?" Trinity looked at him with wide eyes, as if he grew three heads all of a sudden.

"We know they're both soulmates, and I literally didn't see colors until, in your words, Robby manhandled me."

Trinity laughed loudly, "Okay. What the fuck."

Dennis soon followed too.

Yeah. It is absurd to say it out loud anyway, he thought.

Then Trinity stopped abruptly as if she realized something, then she squinted. The voice was now firm. "Is this the case that you never told them or they literally rejected you? Because I'm telling you right now—"

Dennis quickly interrupted her, "I never told them, Trin. So don't go punching your attendings."

"I never said that." She sighed as she now sat at the edge of his bed.

He grins at her, "You implied it."

"Whatever, hucklefuck." She said as she stood up.

She stretched and looked back at him, "Anyway, sappy shit done, that's your dose for the year. You want some palabok? Literally got it delivered, so you better do."

Dennis chuckled as he stood up from his bed too. "Yeah."

And if the two roommates watched a new TV series all night despite having an early shift tomorrow? No one would know except for them. (That's a lie; everyone noticed Santos' grumpy mood and her chugging energy drinks throughout the day.)

It was Dana’s 60th birthday and all the nurses had got together and planned a surprise for her. They’d rented out a floor in a bar, which played live music and offered two for one cocktails. It was a good turn out but Robby wasn’t exactly surprised, everybody adored Dana and would make sure they could come even it was just for one drink.

The private floor was nice, they only needed to venture out to order drinks. Robby was too old to be dealing with the hustle of a bar, he could just nurse his beer and talk to friends without having to deal with the general public. He did enough of that at work.

However, his younger colleagues were beginning to migrate downstairs where they could dance near the live band. He smiled as he watched Dennis get pulled through the crowd by Trinity and begin reluctantly dancing.

Unbeknownst to Dennis, Robby’s attention wasn’t the only he’d captured. Men all around him had turned to watch him dance, giggling loudly as Mel twirled him around. Trinity grabbed him and whispered in his ear, pointing up at the balcony where Robby leant. Quickly, Dennis glanced up and gave Robby a huge smile with a wave. Robby awkwardly saluted him back before turning to Jack who came to stand beside him.

“Enjoying yourself?” Jack teased, already knowing exactly who Robby would have been watching.

“Plenty.” He said, swigging the last of his beer. “Where’s the birthday girl?”

“Downstairs.” He said, pointing to where Dana stood out against the crowd with her tiara and bright pink birthday sash. “Emma convinced her to do shots.”

“Christ.” He snorted. “Rather her than me.”

Robby noticed that further down the bar, Dennis leant with one of his braver admirers talking to him. No doubt offering to buy him a drink.

“You’re empty, brother.” Jack hinted, taking the bottle out of Robby’s hand.

Not needing to be told twice, Robby headed downstairs and not so subtly set himself up next to Dennis. He was far enough away that it could be considered a coincidence if Dennis ignored him in favour of the flirty man but close enough to step in if he was uncomfortable.

“Robby!” Dennis shouted as a fruity cocktail appeared in front of him.

“Hey, you having fun?” He asked.

“Tons! You here for a dance?” He swayed his hips a little which resulting in them briefly brushing against Robby’s own. He felt hot from just that simple touch.

“I don’t dance kid.” He shook his head.

“What? Everybody dances!”

“I’ve got no rhythm.” He shrugged, nearly jumping when he suddenly felt Dennis’s hands on his hips.

“I could help.” He winked, forcing Robby to move his hips in time with Dennis’s.

“Is your dad going to leave you alone at any point?” A voice behind Dennis asked, Robby had almost forgotten he existed.

He knew he should be offended but he had to laugh, the guy had a point. Who wanted their creepy, older boss hanging around when they were trying to pull? Robby was ready to bow out and take Dennis’s hands off him when he clocked the pure anger on Dennis’s face before he whipped around to face the other man.

“Excuse me?” Dennis shouted. “What did you just say?”

“Leave the old guy alone and let’s go dance.” He suggested, clearly not spotting Dennis’s anger.

“That old guy saves lives on a daily basis and deserves some respect, what the fuck do you do?” Robby never felt like a damsel in distress before but he was selfishly enjoying Dennis defend his honour.

“Come on, I just bought you a drink. Don’t I deserve a little something?” He smiled in what Robby assumed he thought was a charming way.

“How dare you!” Dennis shoved the drink towards him, a lot of then contents spilling on the bar.

“Seriously? You’re picking Daddy over me?” He scoffed as he gestured towards Robby, again he couldn’t really argue. Of the two of them, he was much more attractive and age appropriate. Dennis stepped back so he was pressed against Robby’s chest.

“It would seem that way, wouldn’t it?”

“Whatever. You’re not even that hot anyway.” He grabbed the two drinks off the bar and headed back into the crowd.

“What an asshole.” Dennis muttered, turning towards Robby but making no attempts to step away.

“And wrong.” Robby added, the alcohol making him a little looser lipped than he should be. But who could blame him when Dennis was pressed up against him, his brain was short circuiting.

“What?” Dennis tilted his head slightly before realisation kicked in. “Do you think I’m hot Dr Robby?”

“Come on now, you know you’re hot.” He mumbled, embarrassed to be blushing at his big old age.

“If it makes you feel better, I think you’re hot too.” He whispered right in Robby’s ear before lightly kissing his cheek.

Robby felt warm all over, desperately wanting to pin Dennis to the bar and kiss him senseless, regardless of who saw. Dennis must have seen the desire in his eyes because he hooked his hand around Robby’s neck and pulled him down. It was a quick kiss but it was full of promise, it made Robby want to throw Dennis over his shoulder and take him home.

“Come with me.” Dennis smirked, taking his hand and leading him towards the corridor to the toilets.

He knew he shouldn’t, he wanted to do things properly with Dennis but he also needed to get his hands on him right now. He knew the man from earlier was probably still watching them, hell people from work were probably watching them too but he just didn’t care.

They’d barely locked the door behind them before Robby was on Dennis, pinning him to the wall and kissing him, just the way he’d been imaging for weeks. He pushed his leg between Dennis’s, smiling into the kiss as Dennis helplessly rode his thigh.

“Fuck.” Dennis gasped as Robby’s lips moved to his neck, biting and nipping until red bloomed against his skin.

Robby groaned as he looked at the marks on his neck, he wanted to take Dennis back out to the bar and parade him around so everybody knew who he belonged to. But suddenly, Dennis was dropping to his knees and Robby realised there was no place he’d rather be.

Dennis looked up at Robby as he gently cupped the bulge in his trousers, as if asking for permission. It would take a stronger man than Robby to say no to those begging, blue eyes.

“Jesus Den, please.”

Not needing to be told twice, Dennis quickly undid the zipper and lowered his trousers and pants in one go, eyes widening at the sight of Robby’s hard cock in front of him. He licked one long strip from base to tip before kissing him all over, no part of Robby’s dick untouched as he practically worshipped him.

“Wanted this... wanted you… for so long.” He said between kisses.

He licked the tip, moaning as the salty, tangy taste of precum hit his tongue. Dennis took him inside, staring deep into Robby’s eyes as his cock slowly disappeared into his lips.

Robby could die happy now he knew what it felt like to be inside Dennis’s mouth, now he knew all the things that tongue could do.

Robby desperately dug his fingers into soft curls as Dennis bobbed his head back and forth, groaning with each thrust as if he were the one receiving such pleasure. His hips helplessly bucked and sent his cock deeper down his throat.

“Feels good… you’re so good.” Robby moaned.

His head hit the door in front of him as he practically curled in on himself, Dennis taking him all the way in until his nose was nestled in coarse hair, did the kid have no gag reflex? He swallowed around the head of his cock, moving his head up and down and making sure his cock hit the back of his throat each time.

God, Robby was close. He hadn’t come this quickly in a long time, although if he was being honest with himself the only partner he’d had recently was his right hand.

“Den… I…” He tried to warn but he could barely speak, just powerless to his moans and pants. But Dennis seemed to understand what he was saying, working his mouth quicker, his hands coming up to play with what he couldn’t fit in his mouth.

Robby cried out as he came down Dennis’s throat, his vision blacking out momentary as all he could feel was the wet warmth around his cock as it twitched and spurted.

Dennis swirled his tongue around him one last time before pulling off, a string of saliva mixed with cum connecting the tip to his puffy, red lips.

“You’re bigger than I was expecting.” He admitted, voice slightly hoarse.

“Baby, you’ve already got me with my pants around my ankles in a bar bathroom. Enough of the sweet talk.” He joked, pulling Dennis to his feet and gently wiping his face with some tissue.

Robby tucked himself away before returning Dennis to his rightful place on his thigh, grinding into the hardness of his crotch.

“We should probably head back.” Dennis gasped, his hips telling a different story. “We have been gone a suspiciously long time.”

With great reluctance, Robby let Dennis push him away. Dennis splashed cold water in his face and took some deep breaths to calm down. While it was blatantly obvious what had happened in the bathroom, Trinity would never let him live it down if he walked through a bar hard.

“But take me back to yours afterwards and we can finish what we started.” He winked over his shoulder when he caught Robby’s pout in the mirror.

Dennis took Robby’s hand and he let himself be dragged around by the younger man a second time that night. He led him to the band, where a wasted Dana was dropping it low. It seemed like the upper floor was empty now and the Pitt crew had commandeered the dancefloor. An arm swung around his shoulder and a smug Jack handed him another beer.

“Shut up.” Robby rolled his eyes, taking the drink anyway.

“I didn’t say anything.” He held his hands up innocently.