Off-season downpour

the first time he had sex with robby, he practically had his arm shoved in his mouth to muffle his sounds. each thrust into his eager cunt elicited a whine which was lost to his jumper sleeve.

an ex had compared his sex noises to a bitch in heat, a barnyard animal, a pornstar whose rent was due. slowly, he'd conditioned himself to hide his voice during intercourse, so he wouldn't scare his partner off, especially now that he had robby.

robby obviously hated this. he wanted to hear every gasp, every hitched breath, every groan caused by a critical hit to the younger's cervix.

dennis's eyebrows furrowed when robby seemed to suddenly pull out, leaving him completely empty. "r-robby, what's wrong? did i do something?" he asked nervously.

dennis was about to close his legs before robby grabbed a hold of his knees, pinning them back open. the sudden action forced a gasp from dennis.

"why're you doing that? keeping those sweet little noises from me.. have i not earned them?" robby asked, looking genuinely curious, and honestly a little disappointed.

immediately whitaker went into defense mode, "no, no, not you at all! it's just, like, i don't sound pretty when i moan, i guess? i dunno, i didn't want to ruin the mood," he explained, his cheeks somehow becoming more flushed.

with this new understanding, robby's eyebrows pinched, "if you don't uncover that pretty little mouth of yours, i might have to tie up those wrists tight enough to bruise. or i could just take you over my knee and spank that plush ass until you remember every time you sit down." his hand slid from dennis's knee all the way past his chubbed little t-dick, by his dripping hole, and all the way to his peachy ass. "understand, den?" he commanded in a low tone.

well, fuck, how is he supposed to argue with that? with a slow nod and a verbal, "yes, sir," robby slid back inside until he bottomed out. for the first time, he got to hear his boy's moans. high-pitched, choppy, and definitely loud enough to make his neighbors file a complaint, but robby wouldn't have it any other way.

aftercare that night included lots of praise to build back up dennis's self-esteem. "you sound so beautiful, pup." "oh, you did so well, sweet thing." "you have no idea what your moans do to me."

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Robby’s got at least 3 different colognes in his daily rotation that Dennis can tell are expensive by how heavy they are and how small the bottles are. Jack uses something with a ship on the bottle he gets at an mall kiosk that Robby said used to make his nose hairs curl. Dennis likes it-musky and manly, practical- Jack in a bottle. (not to say Jack doesn’t own a nice cologne, Robby buys him a new bottle whenever it runs out. It’s the one thing he lets Robby buy.) Dennis used to use Axe but now uses Cremo after Robby’s very gentle but firm boundary that an Axe body spray would never cross the Robinavitch-Abbot threshold.

Robby has an assortment of expensive olive oils and vinegars and spices for when he’s cooking he buys specially in store so he can sample them and smell them. Jack and Dennis have a stash of log cabin maple syrup behind the 5 gallon buckets they store their rice and beans and flour in.

Robby’s got a liquor cabinet with whiskey older than Dennis inside. Jack has a bottle of Jack Daniel’s in the freezer next to Dennis’s Pink Whitney.

Robby and Jack tried to train this habit out of their boy purely for sanitary reasons, but unfortunately for them, even the beatings from his parents weren’t enough to make him stop, so he easily tuned out the older men’s little warnings and sometimes paddlings and returned to his fixation.

It’s not like the habit didn’t teach him how to handle things in his mouth whenever he went down either of them, using expert suction and tongue to milk them dry every time he needed to stave off their complainings.

It’s afternoon on a Sunday and they’re all lazing about on the sofa, shirts off from the heat, Jack’s trying to respond to work emails, and he got so fed up with sounds of teeth grinding against fingernails that he rolled his eyes at Robby in commiseration, but something snapped in the man and he somehow understood it as straight up grabbing Dennis’ head then shove his hairy pecs into his mouth.

“You want something to suck on? Come ‘mere, kid, my tits are feeling heavy today.”

Thinking that their little tumble would distract Dennis a bit, Jack snorted slightly at his rowdy boys and returned to typing a response. But only after a paragraph in, the chewing sounds returned, and they sounded… wet. Jack looked up again immediately when he heard a quiet “Mommy…” mewling from Dennis and a startled moan from Robby shortly after.

Robby is now wrapping his right arm around Dennis, hugging him close, hand patting his head like he’s swaddling a newborn, looking at the man with an expression of equal parental adoration as well as unrestrained lust, softly cooing, that’s it, baby boy, Mommy’s got you. Oh- oh, your mouth feels so good darling. Jack glazed over Robby’s left and saw him already languidly stroking himself.

It’s not like the three of them never did that stuff before during foreplay, it’s just that Dennis played it safe, familiar sights you’ve probably seen on every porn ever; a quick nipping here, a bite there, then he lifted his head up to meet them at their lips again as he pinched them to oversensitivity.

This is Dennis sucking exclusively on Robby’s right nipple, teeth gently munching on the areola, a tongue dart out every now and then to lap up at something. Oh my god, Jack thought, breaths quickening, it’s like he’s trying to drink up his mama’s milk. When did Jack grip his own dick so hard?

Then Robby noticed an audience and his moustache lifted into a wicked grin, eyes squinted and crow’s feet deepening, and he continued his soft murmurings to Dennis while staring right at Jack.

There you go bubbeleh, drink it all up, ugh, yeah you’re gonna grow up all big and strong just like Daddy after he gives you his milk too, won’t he?

the seam of his sock was wrong. he absolutely had to take off his shoe mid-conversation. he apologized to robby the whole time, acknowledged that it was unprofessional to do it in the middle of the hallway, but he just couldn’t think about lab values and differential diagnoses with his sock seam on his toes like that.

robby didn’t think much of it. everybody had those things that bothered them. maybe dennis was a bit more bothered by them than most other people, but it wasn’t that noticeable.

it popped back up again when dennis started sleeping over in his and jack’s bed.

they both had problems sleeping, they would stay up well past their bedtime, watching TV, reading, eating. dennis couldn’t handle the crumbs in the bed.

jack and robby didn’t even feel them. but they were there, pressing into dennis’s skin, bothering him so much he had to just change the sheets completely. they vowed to never eat chips in bed again when dennis offered to just go back to trinity’s.

a couple days after the bed debacle, dennis had no clean undershirts. jack gave him one of his own. dennis gratefully accepted.

“i need scissors,” dennis declared to robby about an hour after their shift started.

robby looked up from his tablet, taking off his glasses. “second drawer to the left of dana’s station. why?”

dennis rushed over there with an urgency that made robby question if there was a trauma he somehow didn’t know about. he didn’t even shut the drawer before crossing back over to robby, handing him the scissors, and turning around. he messed with the back of his shirt collar before finding the tag and pulling it out, “please cut this off. it’s killing me.”

“ok,” robby snipped at the tag, careful not to get any of dennis’s hair. he smoothed the collar back out, expecting for dennis to be soothed.

except his shoulders went back up when he felt the rough edge itching him. “fuck this,” dennis cursed while just shucking off both of his layers, standing shirtless in the hub. myrna whistled somewhere. he roughly yanked his scrub top back on and took a deep, centering breath. “ok. better.”

robby watched as dennis took the now tag-less undershirt back to the lockers, sort of bewildered at the whole thing. dennis was oblivious to the multiple eyes tracking his departure.

Robby groaned pitifully, tightening his arms around Dennis’s waist and pressing his face closer into his boyfriend’s neck. He was practically glued to Dennis's back, breathing in his scent deeply. Clingy baby.

Jack, walking in obviously into the room, paused before smirking and crossing his arms over his chest. “Ooo, hugs from behind at work? We’re getting bold now, aren’t we?”

“He’s just jelly that some guy and girl were flirting with me.” Dennis hums, reaching back to pat Robby on the head a singular time.

“Both?”

“Yup.” Dennis popped his p. “Wanted me to join their relationship.”

“Shit, you really are prime throuple material.” Jack frowned. “We need to keep you to ourselves.”

Jack walks over and bullies the papers and clipboard out of Dennis's hands, making the younger man sigh in annoyance, but allows Jack to guide his hands to wrap around his waist.

"I thought we were supposed to be professional at work?" Dennis hums, pressing a soft kiss to Jack’s waiting lips. “One could say that you’re both taking advantage of me as my superiors.”

“Such slander.”

“Such lies.”

Robby and Jack exchanged a kiss over Dennis’s head while the younger man rolls his eyes at their dramatics.

“Alright, alright, hands off you two. I’ve gotta get back to my patients.”

“Those pervs?” Jack narrows his eyes. Dennis decidedly does not answer him and simply walks out of the room with a wave of his hand.

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“Wow, I didn’t realize they allowed models to work in the ER. You’re a fucking dream.”

Jack and Robby stopped in their tracks.

"That's the fucking room." Robby hissed. "This is where I heard them flirt with Den the first time. They're doing it again!"

“Please try to focus on moving your left arm for me.” Dennis is using his customer service voice, which could be kinda hot in some situations, but definitely not if he’s not using it on them.

Robby and Jack, like idiots, burst into the room just to stand menacingly in the doorway and glare at the patient and his girlfriend.

"Is this the troublesome patient, Dr Whitaker?" Abbot scowled, doing his best to look intimidating, and it was very easy for him to do so.

"I can get him transferred to a different hospital in one call." Robby crossed his arms and looked down at the patient. "Just say the word."

Both the girlfriend and the patient swallowed, their eyes wide in confusion and apprehension. Then they turned to Dennis for help, supposedly, because why wouldn't they?

Dennis just let out a sigh, flattered, annoyed, and just needing to get this patient out of his hair before moving on to the next one. "Alright, sir, you seem to be doing well enough. Try to avoid any strenuous activities for at least two weeks. Come back if you have any problems. A nurse will be in here shortly for last-minute questions and to check you out." He finished politely before giving a tight smile.

On the way out, he grabbed Robby and Jack by the arm, hard. "Doctors, I need to speak with you for a moment."

Jack and Robby gulped, exchanging a look and realizing they were in deep shit.

"W-wait, no, Den, I'm sorry, it was Robby's idea! Please-"

SEDUCING ROBBY!!!

Not “gave”. Shoved.

Because he didn’t have the strength left to hand it over gently.

Time, life, trust — all compressed into that one impact.

And Steve caught it.

Not just the reactor. He caught the last thing Tony couldn’t say.

I didn’t think much when I drew this. Looking back now, maybe what I’ve always been drawing is the moments where there’s no time to say things properly.

Posting this as a marker.

the only rule they have is to not wake him up, which is hard. he sleeps like a log most of the time, but on the rare occasion where the grip on his thighs is too hard or the stimulation too much and wakes up, it’s a nightmare.

dennis is the type of person who gets mad when woken up, especially now that sleeping is a comfort and not something to fear. jack and robby learnt this early on, waking him up one time he took a nap on the couch so he could get ready for bed and go sleep there. dennis was ready to fight them.

Frequently, Dennis finds random $20 bills in his locker.

When people go out to drink, Abbot always pays for a few people’s tabs—including Dennis’.

Jack texts Dennis, asks him if he’s hungry, and Dennis mysteriously receives a DoorDash order of whatever he’d mentioned to Jack.

Dennis complains about his work shoes losing their tread, and receives a brand new pair in the mail a few weeks later.

Dennis keeps receiving anonymous Venmo payments of $250 every two weeks.

And like, he knows it’s Jack. It’s obvious it’s Jack. But he has no idea how to bring it up.

When he gets another Venmo—only one week after the previous one, and Dennis had been griping about needing new scrubs—and it’s $500, so he texts Jack.

“Jack, I don’t really know how to say this, but I appreciate what you do for me and stuff, but you really don’t have to do it. Like with the money.”

Jack texts back a few minutes later.

“Don’t worry about it. I want to.”

Dennis receives another $500 via Venmo a few minutes later. He sighs, blushes.

“Thank you.”

“Of course, kid”

Dennis: Oh, uh- Nothing too specific. Kinda tall, kinda built? Brown eyes. Confident, smart, someone who can take charge, y’know? Maybe even a d-

Trinity: You're just describing Robby, aren't you?

Dennis: …maybe-

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Dana: What's your ty-

Not “gave”. Shoved.

Because he didn’t have the strength left to hand it over gently.

Time, life, trust — all compressed into that one impact.

And Steve caught it.

Not just the reactor. He caught the last thing Tony couldn’t say.

I didn’t think much when I drew this. Looking back now, maybe what I’ve always been drawing is the moments where there’s no time to say things properly.

Posting this as a marker.