Novelives

Essentially, Dennis was born into a religious sect that believed soulmates shouldn’t be of the same gender. Also, it’s only “pure” to have one soulmate. If someone is born with more than one soulmate, or a soulmate with a gender-specific name that matches the one the baby has? They’re burned off.

Dennis grows up with two scars, a long one along his collarbone and one across his hip. He learned long ago to not grieve what he’d never find. Even if he doesn’t believe what that sect believes anymore, he also has no hope of finding his soulmates.

Cue Robby and Jack who are both shocked to hear their second soulmates name come out of this little MS4 who looks like if he misses one meal, he’ll fall apart. There’s no reaction from him when they say their names and they don’t want to pressure him so they decide to keep a low profile and let him come to them.

Someone on Instagram requested a reversed age gap au and I got really carried away LMFAO

“MVC coming in! two drivers and a passenger. engine combusted on-scene so be prepared for burns,” dana hollered out to robby and jack who were lingering together by the nursing station.

jack asked, “how many minutes out?”

“it was on the fort pitt bridge, so at least seven,” dana answered.

robby rubbed his hands together. “whitaker’s driving the rig so probably half that.”

the two men exchanged a loaded look. jack shifted side to side. “whitaker’s on?”

“uh-huh,” robby nodded coyly.

“i mean…rough day for motorists.” jack smiled and crossed his arms. “great day to be us!”

so they waited by the automatic glass doors. anticipation was buzzing between them, not because of anxiety over the incoming trauma, but for the prospect of their favorite EMT walking through those doors.

the sirens were getting closer before the ambulance came into the bay. it’s parking job was just a little less elegant than usual. the back doors burst open, whitaker’s partner hopped out first. she spouted off some pretty stable vitals for smoke inhalation while they lowered the gurney off the back. dennis joined them to walk it in. she interrupted her own assessment with, “wait, dennis, are you burnt?”

dennis kept pushing the gurney into the trauma room where mckay and king were waiting. “i’m fine.”

“robby?” jack questioned wearily.

robby looked next to him, focusing on the parts exposed by dennis’s uniform. there were some burns on his forearms where it looked like flames licked him and some spots on his neck where it looked like ash had popped.

they got to the trauma room. “whitaker, don’t you dare help with this transfer,” robby ordered. whitaker helped anyway, much to the dismay of everyone now taking in his raw skin. “god damnit, kid.”

robby went to grab him by the neck until he remembered the burns there. he settled on grabbing the side of whitaker’s collared shirt and dragging him to the nearest empty patient room.

“i’m fine, i’m fine. i’ll put cream on it on the way back to dispatch!” dennis insisted.

robby shook his head, directing whitaker to the clean bed. as he put on gloves for an examination, robby told dennis’s partner, “call your supervisor, tell them there was an on the job injury and they have to call in coverage while i get documentation.” she nodded with a funny little smirk on her face before stalking off to get her phone from the rig.

“this is so overkill,” dennis lamented. “they’re partial thickness, need no debriedment, and cover less than five percent of my-shit! warn a guy,” dennis swore as robby poked at him.

robby stepped closer than he had to for a standard exam. “did you reach your hand in a burning car or something?”

“i mean…” whitaker trailed off.

robby rolled his eyes, exasperated with the self-sacrifice. “god, you’re lucky.”

whitaker smirked and looked up at the man towering over him. “just wanted to stop wasting time so i could get over to see my favorite doctor.”

robby sighed, but couldn’t fight the smile. “don’t let jack hear that. he gets possessive.”

“of who?” dennis teased.

Robby and Jack notice how anxious Dennis gets one night when it rains pretty hard out but write it off as his puppy instincts. They wrap him in a blanket, tucking him into their sides on the couch, after a few hours Dennis lets himself relax knowing he isn’t sleeping outside tonight.

Over the next few weeks Dennis adjusts to sleeping inside every night, burrowed into his spot between the bear (Robby) and wolf (Jack) hybrid. They never bring up a dog house or wanting Dennis to stop his whines and growls, Dennis lets himself relax and get comfortable.

Until one day after Dennis mouths off one too many times, Jack or Robby make a joke about getting their pup a muzzle. They both stand in shock as Dennis abruptly stands up and lowers his head, darting out the room.

It takes a minute for the two men’s brains to catch up before they start searching the house for their pup. They look in their bed, the living room, the bath tub, even the dog bed they had placed between two desks in the home office. It’s only after checking all those spots they realise the back door is ajar.

Robby curses, calling for Jack while pulling his coat on. It had been pouring out and now their pup was somewhere out there in the wet and cold. Both men burst into the backyard searching high and low until they find a small ball off muddy fluff curled near the edge of the house, half under a bush to hide from the rain.

Dennis snaps his teeth at their hands the first few times they reach out until he calms down and let them wrangle him inside.

of course, this makes his relationship with robby perfect, because robby is always boiling. he could sleep quite happily in just his boxers, or completely naked really, on top of the sheets, and be completely comfortable. he's a big, warm man. he's dennis's favourite thing to ever have existed. robby himself is somewhat worried about how cold his boy always is, and showers him in expensive jackets and gloves, and has handwarmers constantly tucked in the glove box of his car- it's important to him that dennis is treated exactly how he deserves.

he's always asking dennis if there's anything he can buy for him to make him warm and comfy, but it turns out dennis only wants one thing- to use robby as his own personal hot water bottle at night. robby's delighted. their evening routine now involves the older man putting on a very old, very worn, very baggy hoodie, and lying back against the pillows to wait for dennis to nestle in where he wanted.

the younger man would lift the bottom of the hoodie, and worm his way in. the curls on his head always made robby grin and laugh slightly as they tickled him as dennis squirmed up his belly and onto his chest, cocooned between the soft hoodie material and the warm squishy skin of his boyfriend. eventually, dennis would settle in where he was comfortable, face tucked into robby's neck and body pulling the fabric taunt. he would sigh in contentment and hum sleepily, and then robby would manoeuvre his arms to grab the blankets (because his denny needed those too- two of them, the duvet and an extra layer as well) to pull them up and cover the two men.

once they were pulled up to their necks, and robby had his arms around the young man plastered onto him, rubbing his back and pressing kisses into his hair, dennis would finally relax properly. when robby felt his boyfriend become a dead weight on him, he knew dennis was finally warm enough to be sleepy.

"mmm... you warm, baby? cosy enough to sleep?"

he could feel dennis grin against his neck.

"yeah... feels nice. y'r warm 'n soft.."

oh, robby was so fond of his boy, the sight and sound of him comfy and safe made him smile so wide that his cheeks almost hurt. having dennis pressed so close to him via the means of both the hoodie and his arms around him just felt right. he was taking care of him.

"well, i'm glad sweetie. you should always be warm. we'll get one of those little heaters for winter as well, you want that? in case you think the main heating isn't enough and your fingers start aching like last year?"

kisses landed on his neck and cheek stubble as dennis snuggled closer to him.

"...yes pl's. 'm tired now. i l've you, robby."

robby rubbed his hands on his back again and buried his face in the bouncy blonde hair.

on the drive home robby always has one hand on the wheel and one hand in between his boy's legs, resting possessively over his pussy and plug, giving dennis a constant pressure to remind him of how full he already is, and that he's going to be even fuller when they get in... dennis loves it. every time they drive home he squirms and squirms, feeling the plug press against his walls...

robby's cock had been intimidatingly big the first time they'd had sex, and he'd needed a lot of prep before he could comfortably take it- robby had cooed and helped him through the whole way so that he felt fantastic, but when his older boyfriend had suggested the daily use of a plug to keep him loose, he'd agreed in a heartbeat.

being open for robby at a moments notice wasn't even dennis's favourite part of wearing it- it was the way he felt like robby owned him. every morning in their bed, robby would spread his legs and give his little t-dick a kiss before fetching the plug and some lube. he'd tell dennis he was so, so good for him, so good to want to be prepared, so good for daddy, giving himself over like this...

he'd moan a little when it was pushed into him, hole fluttering as it was forced open gently, stretching and stretching until the widest part was reached and it slipped fully into him. he'd sigh and settle happily back into the bed, feeling the way the base sat comfortingly against his pussy, clenching and unclenching to feel it fill him so nicely.

robby would move up the bed and tell him he was so good, giving him firm, deep kisses. dennis would open his mouth for robby's tongue without a second thought. robby would keep a hand between his legs again, holding his pussy, holding the plug and his property, making sure it was cared for exactly how liked.

when they parted at the nursing station for the day, robby would lean over and whisper to his boy.

"good boy, denny. I'll see you at midday, yeah? I expect to see everything where it should be."