Popewhit because I can and peoe have turned emme towards the light.
Dennis has always had a weird fascination with teeth. Not like. A kink or anything (at least not yet). Just, a fascination. So wheb he meets pope. Who has the most beautiful smile, with uneven, sharp teeth and even sharper canines. He fucking LOVES it. He tries not to blow up his spot to quickly. Insyead just complimenting pope on his smile. And of course pope has no idea how to take a compliment. Asking pope to smile for him. Little things.
It isn’t until two months into them dating that pope learns about this. Pope is up visiting from California so he is currently paying for a nice hotel that Dennis honestly wants to live in its so beautiful. Dennis was in popes lap. Kissing him stupid and damn near about to fuck him on the couch when he heard pope.
“Don’t have any condoms…” pope whispers against Dennis’s lips.
Whitaker sits back and shrugs “it’s fine. I don’t mind.”
Andrew smiled a little and Dennis’s stomach twists into a knot. Dennis leans his head forward. Pressing it against Andrew’s shoulder “you have such a beautiful smile,” he mutters.
“You always say that… I got the smile of a fucked up dog,” Andrew muttered.
“Who told you that,” Dennis sits back to look at pope properly.
“My brothers always used to say I got teeth like a dog. That I fight like a dog. And that must mean I have the smile of a dog.”
Dennis’s heart ached in his chest for his boyfriend. He shook his head and whispered “that’s ridiculous. And not true… show me your teeth…”
Dennis grabs hold of Popes face and gently presses his thumb to his rough bottom lip “show me your teeth.”
Andrew frowns and tries to pull back from Dennis’s grasp. But Dennis is not giving up. He has an agenda. After a moment of trying to relent, Andrew opens his mouth. Letting Dennis gently press his bottom lip down and look at his teeth. And then turning his face to get a good look at his canines “maybe they’re a little crooked. But they don’t belong to no dog” he mutters. His western twang obvious.
“They’re sexy,” Dennis retorts and then snaps his mouth shut.
Dennis frowns and gets up from Pope’s lap. Reasy to pull away. Only for pope to grab hold of his wrist. “Sorry I know that’s-“
“A little weird.” Pope finished the sentence. But he’s not doing that stare he does when he’s angry. His head is tilted back, eyes gleaming and lips cracked slightly.
“I’m sorry… my last boyfriend freaked out about it. I just think you have a nice smile!”
“And sexy teeth,” Andrew laughs softly.
Dennis shakes his wrist out of popes hand and covers his face. Going to climb into their bed and hide “I want to be swallowed by a black hole.”
He hears Andrew get up and walk over. He feels the bed dip under Andrew’s weight and then suddenly he feels big hands on his hips. Tossing him over. Dennis’s immediate reaction is to wrestle back. Grabbing Andrew’s hands to push back against. But Andrew is a great boxer and flings his hands out to the side before taking both of Dennis’s arms and wrapping them tight in his own. Tugging him close. Dennis stares up at him with big wet eyes.
“Don’t hide from me.” Pope demands.
Dennis nods slowly “I’m sorry-“
“Stop apologizing,” Andrew growls. Shutting Dennis up fast. “You think my smiles sexy?”
Dennis looks down at where popes knee is resting between his legs. And nods slowly.
“You want me to bite you?”
Dennis suddenly can’t breathe. His stomach twists with some sort of wanton desire. And he nods. Because somehow he’d never wanted something more in his life. He cries out when Pope bites his upper arm. But fuck does he LOVE it.
When Dennis gets into work he’s greeted by Robby first. Who is eyeing him up and down slowly.
Dennis looks up at him and asks “what?”
“You got a little-“ and Robby gestures to his own neck.
Whitaker goes red. Reaching up to cover a bite mark on his neck “sorry-“ and reaches into his bag to grab his hoodie out.
Later in the shift. Around 1:00 Donnie walks into central where Dennis, Robby and Trinity have gathered to talk about a patient.
Dennis looks up from the tablet. Robby and Trinity looking up as well “what’s up?”
“Theres a guy waiting for you in chairs. Claims to be your boufriend? But he’s kinda… scary.. mean looking. Looks like he might eat you.”
Dennis smiles to himself “big?”
“Well I tried to ask him questions and he just.” Donnie’s face goes deadpan as he mimics popes stare.
“Yeah that’s him,” Dennis heads for the doors and makes his way out. Trinity, Robby and Donnie running after him in fear for whitakers life.
Dennis spots Andrew. Standing awkwardly by the full chairs and walks over. Hugging him tight and letting pope lift him off the ground and bury his face in whitakers neck. Nipping at his skin with his beautiful teeth.
“Why are you here?” Dennis asks softly.
“Cut myself whilst making lunch”
Dennis nods “okay. I’ll take you back. Come on,” he smiles and leads him to the doors whwre Trinity Robbt and Donnie are still nervously waiting.
Dennis smiles and reaches up to gently stroke Pope’s curls baxk “don’t worry. He don’t bite..”
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