Puppy Angel AKA Mr.Freak

could you *please* please write a fanfiction about uhm... Dennis Wittaker (howverr you slepp his name) gettinf hunted?

Thank you Mysecretfreajy

NOTE: This is super self-indulgent, and I'm honestly just projecting shit onto Dennis and treating him like a self-insert and IDGAF!!!!!

With a job like Dennis's, free time was more of a luxury than any expensive gift could ever be. Working six days a week for ten or more hours at a time came with large drawbacks, and moving in with Jack and Robby didn't mean that this turmoil abruptly came to an end. Unfortunately, he felt as though he was feeling the beginning of work-based burnout. Being his age with a shaky support system, trying to balance work with his studies, as well as his new relationship with his two older attendings, not to mention the crippling debt he was in and the new side effects of T he was adjusting to...it was no wonder the bags under his eyes grew darker and deeper with each passing day. His performance at PTMC was struggling as well; he zoned out while Robby was teaching, which would often result in his older, concerned boyfriend pulling him aside and berating him with questions about the source of his lack of focus, oftentimes mistaking it for a lack of intrigue.

Dennis couldn't stand who he was becoming under this stress and pressure. It felt as though he was always just slightly below a boiling point. A low simmer brewed within him, and without a proper release, he could feel his body succumbing to the physical effects of the unmanaged stress. But the worst part...

He couldn't cry.

No matter what he tried, what he watched, what music he listened to, nothing could get the tears flowing. It felt as though they were stuck on his waterline; a constant, uncomfortable wail rested deep in his chest, yet he could not rid himself of it. It was agonizing. At the rate he was moving, Dennis was sure he would die of stress-related heart injury by the time he was thirty, and he was sure that nothing could fix his inability to cry. 

"Dennis, c'mon, it's time to go home." Robby gently grabbed the younger boy's shoulder and gave him a little shake, stirring the boy from his foggy daze. Coming back to his senses, the blonde looked up at Robby and nodded.

The two walked side by side out to the ambulance bay to meet Jack, who was there to pick them up. It would be the first time in two weeks that the three of them had a day off together.

As they walked together, Robby was maneuvering Dennis with one hand on his shoulder, steering him towards Jack and the car. Rob's touch was a lifeline for Dennis; his controlling and gentle hand guiding kept him grounded when all he wanted to do was float away into nothingness and escape this stress.

When they finally reached the car, Jack stepped out and enveloped Dennis in a tight embrace. He gently rocked his body back and forth in a soothing motion, rocking the smaller body in step with his. He put his face into his boyfriend's mess of blonde curls and peppered his head with kisses. As Jack continued his unusually long embrace, Robby grabbed their things and shoved them into the back of the car before moving to shower Dennis with affection himself. He maneuvered his body to push Jack out of the way and wrap Dennis in a vice-like hug. Jack let out a teasing scoff at having been pushed away by Robby. 

Jack moved a hand to rest on Dennis's thigh as they drove home. Robby, who chose to sit in the back seat, had a hand on Dennis's shoulder and was gently massaging him. The physical affection wasn't out of the ordinary for the two, but the silence was. Usually, it was only silent between them when they were having some kind of disagreement or relationship issues, yet this silence felt almost comfortable. The two older men had soft smiles on their faces. Weren't they angry or upset? 

“What is going on? Why are you two being so quiet and…nice to me?"

"What do you mean, sweetheart? Aren't we always nice to you?" Robby questions in a slightly condescending tone.

"Yeah, right, you two usually love to tease me, especially when the two of you are together. What gives?" He turns his attention to Jack, who, out of the three, has been the quietest.

Jack turns his gaze briefly from the road to Dennis to give a soft and loving smile. He tightens his grip on his boyfriend's thigh, rubbing it in small circles. Grounding. 

"Listen, baby, Robby and I were talking, and we think that you could use some help from us. We are worried about you. The bags under your eyes are getting worse every day, and you always look like you want to cry, but you never do. Not even around us, not even when we talk about the things that are stressing you out. That's not normal, baby. It's too much for you. You need to lean on us more. We are here to help you; we’re your boyfriends; it's our job."

Dennis fidgets in his seat, contemplating how to respond. The two look so earnest in wanting to help him.

"I don't want to be a burden, though. I can handle all this stuff, I'm a grown man, I don't need to cry, and I can handle the stress. You two have enough going on without my stuff on top of it. And the only reason I can't cry is because of my testosterone injections. It's really not a big deal."

Robby speaks up from the back seat, "Never a burden, Denny. Never a burden to us. We want to help you love, but we need you to want our help for us to be able to help you properly. Let us help you, please. What's going on?"

"I...I just want it to stop. I feel like I need a break, but I don't have the time. I'm always busy, and I feel like I barely have time to see you two, and it's just too much. I don't even remember how to cry anymore."

Robby unbuckles his seatbelt and hops out the moment Jack puts the car into park. With no hesitation, Robby swings the passenger side door open and scoops Dennis into his arms. He grunts a little as he lifts his boy, his back disagreeing with the demonstration of strength. With a gentle stroke to his cheek, Robby envelopes Dennis in a warm and inviting kiss. He holds his boyfriend with one arm while the other holds his face in place so he can't turn his head away from the kiss, which he often does, stating that long kisses are “too embarrassing”. 

As Robby pulls away from the kiss, he gazes into Dennis’s blue puppy eyes. He can see the tears forming along his waterline. He's so close to being able to cry. He just needs a little push in the right direction, and that's all. "You know what this sounds like to me, Jack?" Robby questions

Jack moves around the front of the car to join his two boyfriends. He crosses his arms across his broad chest and looks fondly at Dennis, who is clinging to Robby like a Koala.

"Sounds like our puppy is trying to ask for some help. Maybe he's a little ashamed that he needs our help. But there's nothing to feel ashamed of, right? Sometimes puppies need to cry to feel better. Your brain can't handle all this stress, isn't that right? Do you need a little help from Sir and Master? Do you want us to help you cry, sweet thing? It might relieve some of this stress."

Jack cocks his head at Dennis in admiration of his boyfriend as he adds on, "We can be so gentle, baby. Whatever you need, we can help you. But we won't stop until you cry for us, okay? We wanna make sure all that extra stress leaves your body. Let us help you, please"

That's how Dennis winds up with his arms tied together behind his back as a bullet vibrator is ruthlessly pressed against his throbbing clit, his two boyfriends lean over him, both completely naked as they kiss him all over his body. Dennis can hardly hear what they are saying to him through the sound of his own heartbeat echoing in his ears. The constant stimulation to his clit is too much to handle. 

“Mpphh… I-I thinkI’m gonna come.” Panting and desperate, he pushes his hips down to get more stimulation to his cunt, but with each thrust down, Jack carefully moves the vibrator away, preventing him from being able to grind his aching pussy on the toy. 

Dennis lets out a sharp whine at his orgasm being ruined. The toy is being held just a few inches away from his cunt, but with Robby's large warm hands enveloping his waist, he can't shuffle down to where the toy kisses at his entrance. 

“Y-you're being mean to me. You said you would be gentle with me. It hurts bad!” His voice is broken, the tears are so close to spilling, which doesn't go unnoticed by his doms. The two exchange a knowing glance between themselves before refocusing their attention on their darling boy beneath them. Robby's hand cups Dennis’s cheek, and he stares into his soft and glassy eyes before peppering his face with kisses.

“You poor, poor little puppy. You are so overwhelmed you aren't making any sense. He isn't making any sense, is he, Robby? His voice is laced with sweet, sweet condescension and degradation. Robby stops kissing his younger boyfriend and looks back at Jack and nods with vigor before responding. 

That's right. The poor baby doesn't know what he wants. He must be too stupid to answer. All that stress is too much for such a sweet boy. I don't think we’ll be able to understand what he wants until he can cry this little fit out of his system.” Robby chuckles to himself and looks down at Dennis through lidded eyes. 

“P-please, I’m sorry I didn't ask you two for help sooner. I’m so sorry. I want your help now, please. Please.” 

What do you want our help with, baby?

Dennis closes his eyes tightly and begins to sniffle, hoping his boyfriends will take pity on him and not make him beg. Which, of course, doesn't happen. 

“I need help crying. Can you two make me c-cry…? Please…” His words are almost mumbles, and he shifts his arms behind his back, wishing they were untied so he could bury his blushing face in his hands so he didn't have to see the way Robby and Jack laughed and cooed at his display of submission to their teasing. 

“Awwwwww, you wanna cry, puppy. We can help you. And we can be gentle while we do it. Does that sound good, baby?” Jack leans in and grabs Dennis’s face, smooshing his cheeks together, forcing eye contact between the two of them. His pupils were blown wide with desire, and he smirked at Dennis while his other hand started to roll his nipple under his pointer finger. Dennis yipped at the attention he was getting. Robby moved to play with the other nipple, brushing his thumb along the puffy red surface before blowing cold air onto his chest, smiling in delight as the two buds hardened due to sensitivity. 

“We got our baby; you don't need to focus on anything now but feeling good. Doesn't this feel good, honey?” Robby initiates an open-mouthed kiss between them, tongues rolling onto one another; a dribble of spit slides down Dennis’s chin as he whimpers at Robby's tongue lapping into his mouth. 

Distracted by the warm kiss, Jack leans down and places small kisses over Dennis’s chest before latching onto his nipple and slowly licking and sucking at the sensitive little bud. 

The blond instantly moans into Robby's mouth, but the sound gets enveloped by Robby, who huffs a laugh at his boyfriend's sensitivity. The drool and spit trickling down his chin meet Robby's hand, which holds Dennis’s face still. Feeling the warmth from his boy's mouth, he breaks the kiss.

“Oh, you are such a messy puppy, huh, baby? You can't help but drool when you get your nipples played with, huh?” He twists the nipple Jack doesn't currently have in his mouth. “That's okay; it just means it feels good, right? Your body just reacts, and you let it, because that's what good boys who listen to their owners do. Now puppy. I think it's time we give your pussy some attention, huh? We’ve been so mean to you, been neglecting you, right, baby? Do you want us to touch you down there?” 

“Mmmmphh, yes please. Touch my pussy, please. " It's so hot; I’m so hot and achy. I need help.” Proper words escape Dennis, as do his inhibitions. The faux sympathy Robby used in tandem with Jack's warm mouth working on his nipples…it was the most honest he had been with himself in weeks. 

“There's a good boy. Sir and Master are gonna help you now, baby. Your job is to just feel good for us and be a good boy. Can your mushy brain handle that?” 

“I-I can be good. I can be a good boy for master and sir.” 

Robby smiles and briefly palms at his own erection, clearly turned on by his boyfriend's submission. Jack lets go of Dennis’s nipple and slides up to lick and nibble on Dennis’s ear. He grunts and whines just loud enough to make Whittaker squirm. Jack's raspy voice always makes his pussy wet, and he can feel his already dripping cunt become more slick with his boyfriend's teasing moans. Robby places two fingers inside of his pussy and hums at the sensation of his tight walls enveloping him. As he pushes his fingers in and out, breathy little gasps escape Dennis’s mouth. His nonsensical babbling seems to affect Abbot, who moves down the bed and lifts Dennis’s legs over his shoulders before pushing Robby aside. Dennis squirms in delight watching Jack physically boss around Robby. 

“Your master and I are gonna eat you out now, puppy, and we aren't gonna stop until you cry nice n’ pretty for us. Do I make myself clear?” 

“Yes, sir…” Poor Dennis can hardly get the words out; his breath is catching in his throat. He can feel the stress melting off of him as his master guides him and tells him just how to please them. Life is so simple this way. He just has to follow instructions and be a good boy for them. He wished that life could always be this simple. 

Hot mouths trail kisses up and down his stomach and thighs before meeting together right at Dennis’s entrance. Small licks and kisses are placed right on his aching pussy and the relief is almost instant. Hiccups begin filling the room in place of breathy moans, and a gentle stream of hot tears pours out of puffy red eyes. Jack and Robby mercilessly lick around Dennis’s tight hole and twitch T- dick. He can feel vibrations nestle deep in his core at the small grunting noises and moans the two make around his dick. He can feel a tongue prod its way inside of his hole, and he involuntarily wails at the sensation. 

“I-I’m sorry…I’m sorry! I’m crying now, I promise. I’m crying for you, Sir, just like you asked me to… pleh-lease! I’m crying…s-slow down.” His pleas for mercy fall upon deaf ears. He knows logically that his boyfriends already know he's crying, they can hear his hiccups and sobs, but quite plainly, they don't actually care, no, they like seeing Dennis cry and beg for them to stop. 

“Stupid sadists,” Dennis thinks to himself. 

A deep rumbling is felt through Dennis’s core. He can hear Master and Sir laughing as they press warm kisses and licks onto his clit and pussy. They groan and scoff and murmur to themselves about “what a good little puppy” they have and how “sweet he is when he's crying”. The laughing and groaning only make the ache in his pussy worse, and as the two continue to taunt him through their vibrating moaning around his dick, he feels his body finally let go as a wave of slick pours out of his entrance all over Jack's face, who happily licks it up. Robby groans as he feels his darling puppy boy shake and cry through his orgasm. His wails are mixed with moans of pleasure and cries for help as he squirts all over Jack. 

With a final kiss to Dennis’s overstimulated dick, Jack sits up and moves to untie his teary boy. Robby wraps his arms around his middle, murmuring how proud he is of his sweet puppy. Dennis thinks he only hears about 20% of their sweet nothings through his hiccups and sobs. His older boyfriends kiss his tears off his face and continue to cuddle him until the stream of much-needed tears dries up.

The two attendees returned home to their shared apartment after quickly going to the store to pick up some things. They tried to sway Dennis into joining them; the two loved to take their boy out and spoil him by buying him whatever treats he wanted, but he declined the offer, stating that he had some important school stuff to finish. Robby and Jack prided themselves on being, first and foremost, responsible, so they left their pretty-boy home alone, fully believing the only thing he would get up to was studying.

As they walked into the front door, they grew uncomfortable with the silence and the lack of Dennis sitting on their couch. The younger typically likes to work on the couch as the two older men would walk by the living room on their way to the kitchen or bathroom, leaving him vulnerable to small kisses on the top of his head or short squeezes on his shoulders. It was the small domestic physical touch that made him feel desired and owned even when they weren't engaging in a BDSM scene. Where they noticed a lack of Dennis, they also noticed the lack of noise. Typically, if Dennis was in their shared room, he would run down to greet the two when they came home.

Curious about their boys' whereabouts, the two put the groceries on the counter and moved upstairs. Jack reached the top of the steps and placed one hand on Robby's shoulder and the other over his pursed lips, motioning for him to stay quiet. He could hear Dennis.

"Ah, Ah Masterrr... harder...m'close..."

The sound was muffled by the walls between them, but the two knew exactly what was happening in their bedroom. The creaking noises and the loud buzzing didn't help to hide it either. Dennis was breaking one of their rules.

Jack grinned towards his boyfriend and pulled him in close to him. He always got excited seeing his older lover getting flustered at their younger sub. Part of Jack's fun came from embarrassing Robby over his infatuation with Dennis and the way the whole dynamic caused him to grow achingly hard in his briefs.

"Hear that, master?” He teased, “Sounds like our boy wants some rough love tonight, huh?" He angled Robby's head in such a way that he was forced to make eye contact with him. Robby looked pitiful. Eyes hazy and unfocused, Jack could see the blood flow leaving his brain and filling up his cock in a matter of seconds and knew he had to help him perform his typical role of inflicting punishment tonight. His boyfriend was too soft sometimes.

"C'mon, big guy, our puppy needs a firm hand, and it most certainly isn't going to be me who gives it to him. That's your job, right, baby?" Robby whimpers at the pet name. Within the two's dynamic, Jack was always the more dominant. He was a constant flirt, and it drove Robby wild. He wanted so badly to be brought over Jack's knee himself, but he knew that he had to deal with their sweet boy first; the poor thing was practically begging to be put in his place.

Jack grabbed Robby's hand and guided him to their shared bedroom. They cracked the door open and were greeted by uncontained, wanton moans of pleasure and frustration. Dennis was fully naked and straddling one of the large pillows they put against the backboard. His back was facing the door, giving the two a perfect view of his ass as he desperately bounced himself and his T-dick down against the pillow beneath him. The buzzing noise grew muffled with each bounce. Dennis had taken a vibrator and put it under the pillow he was humping.

"More...mmphh...more pluh-please." He seemed weak from his attempts to bring himself to ecstasy. Of course, his two doms had spent months conditioning him to only be able to cum from their skilled and controlled hands, making his display even more pitiful. No wonder he seemed so whiny and upset; he couldn't cum by himself anymore. He needed a sir and master to make him cum, but forgot one of their most important rules: never touch yourself alone. Jack and Robby both knew that this bratty behavior was a call for help. Dennis wanted to feel grounded and didn't know how to properly ask, so he was reverting to bad behavior that he knew would give him the sweet, sweet punishments he craved. And how could his devoted owners ever deny him that?

"Oh, look what we have here, Mikey. Looks like our poor puppy got too impatient to wait for us to come home before he touched himself."

"You shouldn't have done that, Dennis. You know the rules. I have to punish you now, baby."

Dennis flopped onto his back in surprise; he hadn't heard the two come into the shared room. He looked up in a pleading way at Robby, making his eyes as big and wide and as sad as he could, begging Robby for help and release. Dennis knew that if either of his boyfriends was to break the scene first and just give him what he wanted, it would be Robby.

"Tsk tsk tsk, none of that, baby. I know what you are doing. You can't help but be naughty, huh? You're trying to look all cute and wiggle your way out of a punishment. That's mean, y'know, taking advantage of master's kindness...I know my darling boy would NEVER do that on purpose, right? It's just another honest mistake. But you still need to take your punishment if you want to get your release tonight. Does that sound good, my love?"

Dennis looked up at Jack with admiration and nodded before moving to gently kiss him on the lips, before sticking his tongue in the older man's mouth. The kiss was sloppy and full of breathy moans as a result of the younger's pent-up energy.

Robby moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He whistled once, getting the attention of their puppy boy.

"C'mere Dennis. Be a good boy and lie across my lap."

Dennis looked to Sir, who gave him a nod of encouragement and helped him get situated over Robby's lap.

"Good boy puppy, listen to Master now. He's trying to help you learn how to be a good boy, baby. So just listen and be sweet to him."

Jack moved to sit behind Robby and gently stroked himself at the sight of their beautiful boyfriend, completely naked, plump ass on full display, dick peeking out of his wet pussy. He was perfect.

Robby gently ran his hand through the wet folds, his fingers quickly finding his swollen clit and stroking it in little circles, drawing out a string of moans from the boy. His legs were already shaking with the sensation.

"Now, puppy, you know how much Sir and I hate having to punish you, so we'll make this quick, yeah? I'm gonna give you 12 spanks. The first 10 for touching yourself without our permission, and the other 2 for you trying to get out of your punishment with your puppy eyes, okay?

Dennis hummed. He knew that there was no point in trying to argue with the two or negotiate over the number of strikes he received. He did, after all, deserve this. He did disobey the rules, and he knew it was wrong (and he knew he could get caught). Accepting his fate, he exhaled a shuddering breath, still worked up over Robby's thick and calloused fingers massaging his sensitive tip.

"Okay, Master. I'll be good, I'll take it so well, I promise. I can be good again."

"I know you can, baby. Just be sweet and lie there for me."

The first five landed on his lower thighs, two on his right thigh and three on his left. Each one sent a little shiver up his legs and through his core. It felt warm and stingy. Grounding. The next five were placed on his left and right cheeks, respectively. Master was going harder now with his slaps, but Dennis was confident he could handle the last three. The eleventh slap was loud, hard, and strangely wet.

“AH…Master, that hurts.” Dennis was shaking. Robby had hit him right on his pussy. A line of slick connected his fingers to his wet cunt that he was abusing. 

“Shhhh shhhh, Denny.” Jack soothed from somewhere else in the room out of Dennis’s line of vision. “It's okay, my darling; it's meant to hurt. Only two more and then you will be done, sweetheart. Then your master and I will help you cum.” 

“I don't know if I can last…” Dennis put his head down in shame at the confession. He found himself incredibly aroused at his domineering Master smacking his quivering pussy. Couldn't help it. 

“You can do it, Dennis. No excuses. You only have two more. I’ll do them nice and quick so we can help you sooner.” His Master was notably not giving in to Dennis’s pity tactics the way he usually did. Behind Robby, Jack smiled and appreciated how his boyfriend had been following his orders well and was being rough with Dennis. 

The last two slaps came quickly, just as Master had said. Each one ripped out loud, guttural moans from the shaking boy below. The moment Robby was done with the punishment, Jack moved into Dennis's field of vision and manhandled him to the center of the bed. He placed a pillow under his hips. 

“Robby, go up there and kiss him and love him up, now.” Jack's instructions left no room for questioning. He took rewards just as seriously as punishments. Robby moved up the bed and positioned himself to kiss his younger boyfriend and stroke his back at the same time. Behind him, Jack placed light kisses all over Dennis’s thighs and ass, trying to soothe the red skin which had been irritated by Master's harsh punishment. 

“Oh, puppy, you did so well for us. Beyond my wildest imagination, you always take your punishments so well and act so sweet for us afterwards, don't you? Yeah, yeah, I know. You are all pent up here, huh? Your cunt is so hot and sticky, baby. You just needed your doms to come home and give you all the attention. Well, you have it now, baby. I’m gonna help relieve this poor achy feeling, darling.” 

Without any other warning Jack licked over Dennis’s pulsing pussy, dipping his tongue in and out of his sensitive walls and circling his tongue over his throbbing dick. 

“Mmpphh-Master…it's hot…it's so good…I won't last. Sir, slow down! S’too much!”

Too preoccupied with driving Dennis to the edge, Robby soothed Dennis with a deep kiss and gentle shoulder rubs. “It's okay, my love, Sir, and I want you to cum now. We want to see how cute you are when you are totally fucked out. Just let go and let us take care of you. I know you can do it, my pretty boy. I saw how wet you were earlier just from a few love taps on your cock, my poor desperate pup.” 

With a few more rough sucks on his clit and two fingers deep inside his pussy massaging his walls, Dennis came all over Jack's face, panting and huffing master and Sir's name as he came down from his orgasm. His thighs clenched around Jack's head in a vice-like grip; he hesitated to let the man move away from his heat. Tears formed in his eyes; he was overwhelmed by the sensations and vulnerability of the scene. Jack moved up to cradle his head against his chest and kiss his tears away. He stroked Robby's hair as well, his older boyfriend being equally emotional at the vulnerability he displayed. 

“Hmmmm, my good boys, just rest now, you two…I’ll clean you both up. I’m so proud.”

Okay, dare I say...this is my best work yet...?

Dennis, who gets all whiny and squirmy at humping Jack or Robby's thighs...Poor, stupid pup gets so riled up at the slightest bit of attention from his boyfriends. They know how desperate their boy can get, especially if the two of them don't have time to properly fuck him and stuff his needy pussy. That's when they place Dennis on one of their thighs and hold his hips and help him grind his T-dick against their muscular legs. Dennis is always such a good and obedient boy; it's only fair that he be treated as such by his owners.

Sometimes, though, the friction alone isn't enough for their good boy to get off on... sometimes they purposefully misguide his grinding and ruin his orgasm.

"Oh no...my poor, poor puppy-boy, did I just ruin your orgasm, baby...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! You know that Jack and I only wanna help you, honey. Here, let's try again."

Robby will kiss Dennis all over his face and start guiding his hips again, Dennis blindly trusts that his two boyfriends would never sadistically ruin his orgasm by messing with him, so the cycle continues. Dennis keeps grinding his aching pussy against Robby's thigh and whimpers at the attention his older boyfriends shower him with, all while trying to ignore how difficult it is to get off while Jack and Robby are constantly changing the pace.

Robby is a sexually experienced man. He has slept with dozens of men and women, and while he doesn't brag about his escapades, he doesn't shy away from the fact that he gets stellar reviews from his partners. As he got older, he prided himself on his ability to maintain his erection and his ability to last long enough for his lovers to reach their climax while still being wrapped around his pulsing cock. This sexual streak of Robby's lasting hard-ons only ended due to the influence of a certain student doctor...

The two had been "casually" meeting each other for "meetings" for about two months now under the guise of discussing Whitaker's medical career and areas to improve upon in his residency at the ER. During these "meetings," the two spent more time inappropriately divulging into their personal lives than would be acceptable under the premise on which they met. Robby often found his eyes wandering to Dennis's hands, his legs, the way he crossed them, the way he would avert his gaze when Robby held eye contact too long, how he would squirm in his seat when his praise got too intense or specific, the way he could chuckle nervously and flash a smile at the older man when he brought them over drinks. Fuck. He was completely enamoured with him.

“Yeahh, I guess I never actually had a proper partner actually..." Dennis's voice trailed off at the end of the declaration; he seemed to realize halfway through his statement that the topic was a little too personal to be discussing with his 50-year-old attending. His boss. Not that their conversations never went there. They would frequently discuss Robby's dating life, the women he would see, the men he would hook up with, but Dennis was always happier to listen to the more experienced man tell stories than focus on his own pitiful dating history.

"Oh, c'mon, kid, that can't be true." In a half-drunken haze, Robby moved his hand to cover Dennis's. He observed how the younger one's confidence had been faltering at his own statement. It pained him to see the pretty boy get so flustered and shy by his own admission. A little squeak chirped out of the younger at the feeling of Robby's warm hand enveloping him. Robby's large, calloused hands slid against Dennis's, providing a soothing sensation, as if he were comforting the younger.

"A pretty little thing like you...you must have all kinds of girls trying to get your number." Dennis's face turned red.

"Not girls..." he stammered.

Robby adjusted his body to turn towards the blonde, and his legs moved to touch the younger man's. He squeezed his hand lightly, drawing the shy man's gaze to his.

"You get a lot of guys then?" Robby raises his eyebrows as he questions him.

"No. Yes? Well...sometimes they talk to me, but I kind of only have my eye on one guy at the moment." He moves closer to Robby at this admission, his seemingly shy persona dropping as his legs move to become entangled with Robby's. "...but I don't think he could like me back... he's kind of my boss and I'm way too inexperienced for him to even look my way," Robby observes the boy cringe at his own admission. He looks at him with big, pleading puppy eyes, as if he is unsure if Robby understood he was admitting his crush was on him. He began fidgeting with his hands, playing with the zipper on his sweatshirt. Poor thing. He was so nervous.

Robby wanted to take a picture of this moment and save it forever. He had Dennis right where he wanted him, bashful in front of him, legs touching, the younger shaking in anticipation (most likely anticipating rejection), his soft whimpers at the older's silence… it was more addicting than any alcohol they had drunk together at these "meetings". It was then that he realized how hard he was. His jeans were strangling his cock in his pants. He was completely mesmerized by the student doctor in front of him.

Robby didn't know how long it had been since the boy's admission; he was too focused on his cute expressions and growing boner to respond. The younger boy grew so anxious that he started to move his legs away from Robby's, a physical display of his acceptance of his seemingly silent rejection, only for Robby to grab the boy's thigh with his hand. Dennis moved his head to look back at Robby and was forcefully pulled into a heated kiss.

Robby immediately felt the younger move his hands to find Robby's chest, looking for something to ground him in reality as he panted into his attending's mouth. Short gasps and whines filled the booth they sat at in the bar. Dennis was getting more and more eager. He couldn't help the noises that Robby was drawing out of him.

Realizing that he probably shouldn't fuck Dennis in this seedy bar, Robby grasped the boy's hair and pulled him out of the kiss in a gentle yet firm establishment of authority and dominance. Dennis looked at him, my eyes half closed, mouth wide open, and panting, tears forming in his eyes. His poor boy. His sweet Dennis. So wound up for God knows how long. He was finally getting the attention he deserved, and Robby just pulled it away from him. One look into his hazy blue eyes, and Robby knew that Dennis wasn't thinking straight. He didn't have the rationale that Robby had. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to get hot and heavy in the bar.

"Dennis...baby...why don't we go to my car hmmm? Maybe we can continue this discussion about your little crush there?" Dennis weakly nodded before spacely placing a hand on Robby's erection through his pants.

"Did I make that happen, Dr.Robby? Is this because of me?" He gave the attending the same pleading puppy dog look he gave him earlier at his initial confession. Shit, Robby could feel himself getting close to his climax at just Dennis's hand touching his clothes cock. He was screwed.

He stood up quickly and picked up Dennis, rambling to the onlookers that the silly boy had drunk too much, and that was why he looked so vulnerable and out of it. He felt Dennis cling to him like a koala. His arms were wrapped around his neck, and he hid his head between his chest and neck. He was seemingly embarrassed at Robby having picked Dennis up as if he weighed nothing. Cute

He put Dennis in the backseat of his car before climbing in himself and shutting the door behind them. Almost instantly, he was undoing his belt and taking out his leaking dick.

"Okay, baby...how about you take off your shirt and pants. Can you be a good boy for me and follow directions?"

Dennis nodded eagerly, excited to please his boss. He threw his sweatshirt off and ripped off his t-shirt before moving to undo his sweatpants. As he pulled them down, Robby couldn't help but notice the wet patch on his underwear. The garment clung to the outline of his pussy, he was so wet it looked like a second skin over his needy hole. At least Robby wasn't the only excited one here.

Robby was stroking himself at Dennis's striptease; he could already feel himself getting closer to the edge. Fuck. It shouldn't be a problem, though, as long as he focused on just pleasing Dennis and stopped stroking himself, he would be able to last until he could get inside the tight wet heat that lay before him.

Dennis had other plans, though. He shuffled to Robby and started to make out with him again, rambling through the kisses and gasps for air about how excited he was and how he needed Robby to be inside of him NOW. Robby couldn't believe this was happening. His perfect, beautiful, handsome, adorable student-doctor was begging him to fuck him properly. He was a blushing, whining mess in his grasp, all pliant and sweet for him, and he hadn't even really touched him, yet the boy seemed like he was one clit rub away from being pushed over the edge.

Dennis broke the kiss and, without warning, took Robby's dick in hand and started to stroke it. He looked down at the length before looking back up at Robby. He smiled at him earnestly with adoration. It looked like...love. Dennis brushed his thumb up against the tip of the attendings cock, gathering the precome and slipping it into his mouth.

"Robby..." He gasped, moving to kiss the older man's neck. “You taste so good. I want you. I've wanted you for so long. I'm ready for you to take me. God, I've been waiting for you to fuck me ever since my first day there. I wanted you to eat me alive. I wanted you to take me to an empty room and use me, unload into me, and go back to work. I just wanted to be your doctor. All yours." That did it.

Robby was coming in long spurts all over Dennis's hand. He moaned loudly at the way Dennis stoked him through his orgasm, the pace and grip didn't let up until his overworked cock was flaccid and stupidly fucking into his fist.

"Dennis..." he gasped, "mmmm so sorry baby...mmm so sorry. I can't believe..y-you just made me...I've never come that fast before, sweetheart. I'm so embarrassed. Y-you were looking so fucking hot and saying such dirty things, I don't know what is wrong with m-"

Dennis shut up Robby's rambling with a deep kiss, their tongues slowly circling one another. Robby accepted the sweet gesture and moved his hands up to cup the blonde's face. He tasted sweet. He could get used to kissing him.

Dennis moved back from the kiss and looked up at Robby with those puppy dog eyes again, so earnest and gentle...

"You think I'm hot Dr.Robby? Really?"

Robby could feel the blood rushing to fill his cock again.

WARNING: THIS IS ALL NSFW (a little bit of fluff), please read at your own discretion.

Imagine Jack, who, after a long day of covering up his true emotions and frustrations with both patients and staff, comes home in the morning to Dennis sprawled out in his bed wearing a pair of worn boxers and one of Jack's old T-shirts.

Jack walks into his room and sets down his backpack before quickly removing his prosthetic and stripping down to his underwear. As he sits down on the bed, he leans over Dennis's sleeping figure and puts his face against his boy's neck before taking a deep breath in. He is overcome with a wave of calm at his lover's scent. His body lets out a shuddering exhale, and he can't help but feel his member stiffen at the smell alone. Fuck he felt so pathetic getting a hard-on just from Dennis's smell alone. He couldn't help it, though, not when his darling boy was wearing his shirt in his bed, with his scent being left on all of his belongings. There was something so intimate about the entire scene. So sickeningly domestic, Jack felt like a pervert for getting off on it.

He moved to stroke Denniss' cheek in an attempt to wake the sleeping beauty. He peppered soft kisses on his nape and nestled into his hair, whispering softly to the boy, begging him to wake up. With a weak sign and little groans of confusion, Dennis shifted onto his back and opened his eyes to meet Jack's.

Jack...is that you? He rubbed his eye with one hand while the other moved to comb through the silver fox's curls.

Yeah, baby boy... It's me. Fuck, Denny, you smell so good, love..." he leaned down again to trap Dennis in a passionate kiss, his boner rubbed against Dennis's ass through his boxers. A sharp gasp squeaked past his lips at the feeling of the hot girth desperately grinding against him.

"Sir..." Dennis looked at Jack with glassy eyes, a poor, desperate thing, who already looked completely fucked out.

Jack couldn't help but grin at the use of the title. "Oh, do you want me to be sir this morning, baby? I can be sir for you, my love." The gentle acceptance of the title juxtaposed with his harsh grinding against his ass, was driving Dennis crazy. He could feel his boxers becoming wet, with the slick of his own aching sex as well as the precome leaking onto his underwear from the other side.

"Just lie back, baby, and let Sir take care of you, yeah? It was so rude of me to wake you up from your sleep when you looked so peaceful. The least I can do is take care of you, isn't that right, sweetheart?"Jack's words were dripping with condescension, just the way Dennis liked. The blond began to squirm at Jack's words and moved his own hips to grind his sex against Jack's.

"Oh, you poor silly boy, we have to take off your underwear if you want me to be able to fuck you properly..." Dennis whined loudly at this. He couldn't take the degrading tone that Sir was using with him.

"Sorry, Sir...Can you please take them off and take care of me now...please? I've been waiting all night for you to come home. I missed you, Sir." Right as Dennis was explaining this to Jack, he pulled off the man's underwear and placed the tip of his cock against his leaking entrance. He gently rubbed over the hole, teasing his lover. As Jack did this, he looked down at Dennis and grinned at him. Maybe it was sadistic of him, but he couldn't help but smile as he saw the agonizing need on Dennis's face. Hands moved to cover his own mouth in embarrassment at the quiet moans and gasps he made at the rubbing sensation, and his eyes were pressed shut to avoid making eye contact with the older man who was causing both his intense pleasure and fraught longing for more.