PapySanzo

When he wakes back up later in the night, he feels like such a piece of shit, probably ruined the kids night, he’s so fucking embarrassed and ashamed and so fucking sad that he plans on staying in bed for the foreseeable future. That is until he hears a noise coming from downstairs.

Fan-fucking-tastic. I’m being robbed.

one time, a patient was hitting dennis, who was actually flirting back ! dennis and the guy were bantering as dennis was treating him, and robby, who happened to be checking on his intern, witnessed it - he immediately started glaring at the patient. didn’t say anything, he just stood there, arms crossed, with such a menacing aura it freaked the patient out and the guy started backpedaling and going back on his offer to go out for a drink

dennis, who was completely oblivious to robby’s actions, took it personally and looked like a sad little puppy for hours after that. when dana asked for explanation- because obviously robby would know, robby told her what he saw and that the kid was clearly uncomfortable !

dana proceeds them to slap the back of his head and tell him either fuck him or let the kid have some fun, you can’t cockblock him if you’re not gonna do something about it

and robby’s just like… oh

When Dennis is really, really tired, he gets grumpy, and Robby finds him adorable.

He complains about all sorts of things -from it being too hot to headaches to there being too much light, and so on.

Once he even complained because Robby was hugging him on the couch -it was summer and it was too hot- but two minutes after he’d moved a little further away, he was back in Robby’s arms, muttering something in a whiny tone that Robby didn’t actually hear but found utterly delightful.

And so, every time Dennis starts to get a little grumpier, Robby lets him sleep a little longer, making coffee and eggs just the way Dennis likes them, before waking him up.

They order food so Dennis doesn’t have to cook (because Robby might be able to scramble a couple of eggs, but it’s better if he stays away from the stove), and Robby then clears the table and washes the dishes, before giving Dennis a shoulder massage -which immediately relaxes him- and then they curl up on the couch, with Dennis not wanting to go to bed right away because he feels lonely without Robby and dozes off as soon as the TV turns on.

And Robby loves those moments because Dennis completely lets his guard down. It wasn’t always like this. At first, Dennis never complained -too worried that Robby would get tired of him- but little by little, when Dennis realized that Robby wasn’t going anywhere, he opened up more and more, and Robby loves this more than he can say.

Plus, there’s also the upside of always having Dennis in his arms, with Dennis resting his head on his shoulder and breathing on his neck.

And then a soft whisper.

“I love you”

robby *hates* this. he's not angry at dennis of course, he's angry at the system that made his boy on and off homeless for almost three years. he hates that his dennis won't even buy a fresh vegetable because hes so worried about his next meal. robby knows he won't be able to change dennis and fix him fast, trauma like dennis's doesn't just go away as soon as he has place to live, but he can still spoil him. if they're "gifts", denny can't refuse.

any piece of clothing robby thinks dennis will like- he's got it. soft jumpers and new jeans and warm coats and fleeces and fun socks and even cashmere scarfs and hats for winter. real leather boots as well as converse, enough scrubs that he'd never have to rely on the hospital machine. dennis protests at first- what a collosol waste of money when his old clothing was fine! (it wasn't, it was worn and tattered and faded) but soon he realises robby can't be stopped. he still doesn't buy anything for himself, but he knows his protests do nothing against his boyfriend.

now the clothes are sorted, robby moves on to fun things. a fancy gaming console and the games that went with it so that his boy could play with his friends (dennis had sobbed and begged robby to send it back due to the cost, but the older was adamant, telling dennis he deserved to have fun- Trinity's delight somewhat helped dennis reckon with the gift), books upon books upon books, and stuffed animals galore.

so many stuffed animals. he'd been denied a single one during his childhood, and so dennis was presented with sharks and bears and puppies and birds and kittens, all fluffy and smiling and so, so cuddly. though he hated the expense, he soon found himself snuggling up close and holding them in his arms while robby held him in his. he slept well like that, both cuddled and cuddling. it warms robby's heart.

seeing dennis in good, well made clothes and fed good nutritious meals and reading new books and cuddling new toys all made robby the happiest man alive. of course, his dennis had a long way to go in terms of finding peace and security after homelessness (and robby was well aware that many of his tendencies would never go away), but being able to give his boy a good life and a comfortable life and a happy life was so important to him.

Commission I made for the author of this fic

Because it might very well be that he’s not in love with Robby -that his is just a small, trivial, truly tiny crush- but what if your crush touches you in bed as if you were the most precious thing in the world and fucks you as if it were the last time on earth?

Well, yeah, Dennis isn't exactly the brightest guy, but he doesn't feel like blaming himself entirely either, because when Robby looks at him, smiles, puts a hand on his shoulder, or talks about a friends with benefits arrangement, Dennis's brain just shuts down. How can you blame him?

And how can he keep his crush from turning into something more when Robby’s hands grab his hips and slam him onto the mattress, ordering him to stay still with that low, hoarse voice, full of control, that makes Dennis tremble right to the center of his chest?

How can he avoid becoming dependent on this man when Robby is dissecting him piece by piece, stripping him of every coherent thought, and drawing him into a world that Dennis has never known before meeting him?

How can he keep his word when all the relationships (few, brief, fleeting) he had before Robby didn't have even a tenth of the intensity he feels for him?

Dennis is trembling, moaning; he knows he’s begging to come while Robby tells him no, while Robby brings him so close that Dennis gasps harder and feels his muscles twitch, but then he stops, and Dennis doesn’t know how he has all this self-control -he doesn’t know how Robby manages to stay still, just a few beads of sweat on his temples and down his neck, while Dennis is literally trembling and begging- but Robby looks at him with deep eyes and an adoring smile, and Jesus fuck, how the hell could Dennis possibly remain unaffected?

“Please, please, please,” Dennis pleads again, because Robby has been going at it for hours, and Dennis is sure that soon he’ll have no breath left in his lungs and that tomorrow he won’t even be able to walk.

But Robby is relentless, and he starts all over again, pushing him to the brink of the abyss and pulling him back, and so on for who knows how many times, until finally Dennis comes, his voice choked off -almost a hiss- because he’s been begging for so long that he’s lost his voice.

And Dennis’s mind suddenly goes silent.

He doesn’t know his name, he doesn’t know where he is, he can no longer feel the tips of his fingers or toes -he only knows that it feels like he’s been coming for an endless time, his abs are contracting, and Dennis is crying- out of relief, out of loss, because it’s the most beautiful moment of his entire life—and his ears are ringing, and Dennis doesn’t know where he is, but he knows he’s safe, that he’s protected, that he feels wonderful, and that he can rest.

Dennis comes to -he doesn’t even know how much time has passed- all he knows is that his body feels heavy, that his mind is still foggy, and that Robby is holding him close and whispering things that Dennis would like to hear for the rest of his life.

You did so good, sweetheart.

So precious.

Everything is okay, you are okay, I got you.

And Dennis knows he should say something, respond, get up, go wash up, and leave like he does every single time, but Dennis also feels like he’s on the verge of bursting into tears, and he doesn’t want to leave the spot next to Robby, and when Robby starts to move, Dennis clings to him with all his might.

“I’m just going to get a towel to clean you up.”

But Dennis shakes his head, opens his mouth to beg him not to go, to beg him to stay, but nothing comes out except a sob. And Dennis cries. And he’s mortified because what’s going on? But Robby doesn’t seem upset by it; on the contrary, he settles himself more comfortably in bed and pulls Dennis close, Dennis’s face nestled in the crook of Robby’s neck as he cries as if there were no tomorrow, and Robby strokes his back, his hair, kisses his forehead, whispers sweet words that Dennis wants to engrave in his heart, and doesn’t let him go for even a moment.

It wasn't until many hours later that Dennis woke up in the middle of the night and realized he was still at Robby's house, in his bed, resting against his chest as it rose and fell, and Dennis realized he must have fallen asleep at some point and, horrified, began to panic.

Because they don't do those kinds of things. Because Dennis doesn't stay over at Robby's, because as soon as they're done, Dennis leaves, because he doesn't want to impose himself, even though Robby very often asks him to stay for dinner or to stay and watch a movie -but Dennis knows Robby is just too kind to tell him to leave- and so now Dennis has absolutely no idea what to do.

It’s warm in Robby’s bed. It feels comfortable, and Robby’s chest rising and falling lulls him back to sleep, and Dennis doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do -get dressed and leave in the middle of the night? He doesn’t even know what time it is; he doesn’t even know where his clothes are, and he’d have to feel around for them. Maybe he could manage it; he doesn’t want to disturb Robby, but if-

“Go back to sleep”

Robby’s voice is hoarse from sleep and so close to Dennis’s ear that he feels himself shiver. And maybe that’s the right moment to pull away from Robby and give him some space and-

But Robby wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him closer -as if that were even possible- buries his nose in Dennis’s hair, and lets out such a deep sigh that when the air leaves his mouth, he seems to relax completely, as if having Dennis right there beside him helps him feel more at ease.

Dennis really can’t stay. If he’s having such stupid thoughts now, there’s no way he won’t find himself completely in love with his attending in less than a week.

But he can’t bring himself to leave. It’s already too much for him.

“Robby…” Dennis whispers against Robby’s chest, the hair on his chest tickling Dennis’s cheek.

"Mh?"

Dennis touches one of his pecs, plays with the chain Robby wears even while he sleeps, runs his fingers through his chest hair, and thinks that maybe this will be the last time he’ll be able to do something like this.

“I’m an idiot,” and he knows Robby will understand because Robby always understands everything.

Robby makes a sound of agreement that reverberates in his throat, and Dennis can hear it right next to his ear.

Robby holds him a little tighter.

Dennis's family has always made him feel like he wasn't good enough.

His relationship with Robby is helping him change his mind.