Robby's at that age where he wakes up in the middle of the night and has a hard time going back to sleep. He used to get up and wander, maybe watch whatever was playing on TV, read something. His mind was always coursing through an adrenaline rush, ready to begin the day and not look back.
Even when Dennis started warming his bed, Robby would struggle to fall back asleep. He found himself staring at the younger man instead. Completely enraptured by his entire existence. Counting every mole and freckle he could find. It got to a point where he was replaying what that mouth sounded like hours prior when Robby had buried his cock deep inside Dennis. What those eyes looked like when they were full of tears and completely fucked out. The way his fingers would rake down Robby's back, leaving red lines with his nails, marking him for days.
Eventually, he couldn't stop himself. His mind was alert and ruining him with those memories. He had to do something.
Dennis liked to sleep full. He preferred to be plugged and full, Robby's cum causing just a bit of an extended stomach. He insisted he slept better.
He rolled Dennis over onto his stomach before shifting upright to be behind him. Robby reached down, slowly working the plug out of his sweet boy, shushing the unhappy sighs Dennis responded with.
There was plenty of leftover cum but Robby still rolled over slightly to grab the lube they hadn't put away. He was being nice, he thought as he slowly stroked himself, so nice by making sure Dennis wouldn't be too uncomfortable.
As if Dennis wasn't a slut for the pain.
And always ready for Robby as he slowly sank his cock back into his boy's hole, rightfully claiming him again, teeth biting down on his lip to avoid groaning at the way Dennis pulled him so perfectly.
He moved cautiously but never stopped when Dennis let out little muffled moans and whimpers. He just needed to fill his boy back up. Just needed to fuck him one more time. Then he'd sleep.
Besides, Dennis was so perfect. Still clenching in his sleep, moving just enough to give Robby better access to him, knees sliding out on instinct.
He was so perfect like that. Even in his sleep.
"So needy," Robby whispered, savoring the way it felt to be back inside his boy. "You'd let me fuck you anywhere, wouldn't you baby? Could never tell me no."
Not that he would. But still, there was a sticky satisfaction in the certainty that he could take Dennis anywhere he wanted. He could get his boy to bend over and spread his legs whenever Robby told him to.
Maybe he should test it. Take Dennis in an empty patient room, in some seedy bar, at a work party while covering his mouth so he didn't whine and cry loud enough for people to hear.
Maybe he should have Dennis present to him and leave him like that for an entire day, only sliding the occasional finger or toy inside of him, never letting him get close to finishing.
And Dennis would just stay still and beg for more. For Robby. For his daddy. Perfect, tight, slutty, needy boy.
Robby's hips stuttered as he came, groaning loudly, hands gripping Dennis's hands. He didn't bother with the plug again. He could keep Dennis full for the rest of the night.
His sweet boy finally moved when Robby laid back down and wrapped his arm around his waist to pull him in closer.
"Daddy?" Dennis asked sleepily. Robby grinned, kissing him softly, elated by how well the sleeping aids had worked.
"Just needed to use you for a second, baby. Don't worry about it. Go back to sleep."
They stayed like that all night, Robby buried deep inside Dennis, sleeping soundly.
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Puppy girl Emma who loves getting playdates with puppy boy dennis.. the two have a big dog bed to snuggle down in like litter mates after plying togther. maybe a little dry humping in there too.. little bottom x bottom action..
All while jack and dana sit off to the side and watch their pups. They love seeing their puppies play like this because it gets them off in a way
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robby just canβt help but watch as dennis kicks his shoes off when they walk into the house, huffing and puffing and littering his belongings all around before finally making it to the bedroom after groaning the entire way home about how tired and annoyed he was after their long shift. and robby knew how bad it was, he was there.
he was the one dealing with the brunt of all of the accidents and injuries that made their way into the emergency department doors and even though he was burnt out and exhausted, the minute dennis started airing his grievances about the day robby was basically on his hands and knees to offer up anything dennis might need to make the night end better.
he did this as there was a voice in the back of his head warning him to not give in, to take care of himself and let the boy bitch and moan on his own to release some tension. and the voice just happened to be jackβs.
specifically jackβs voice from approximately an hour ago as he came in for his night shift, seeing dennis drag his feet and toss his head back in exasperation. jack knew exactly what dennisβ end goal was and jack knew exactly what robby would do to please the indignant boy and he would have absolutely none of it.
jack warned robby, do not let that boy manipulate you into exerting anymore energy tonight. you need to go to bed and let him jerk off in the bathroom if he needs it so bad and robby nodded, eyes glazed over as all he wanted do was get to the car and just sit the fuck down. jack knew that behind the dazed eye, robby wouldnβt listen. so as an extra precaution, jack pulled dennis into the ambulance bay by his hair and grit out let your daddy sleep tonight, pup. donβt let me find out you worked him even more.
dennis just rolled his eyes and pulled away from jack telling him whatever you say, sir before stomping away from jacks narrowed and unbelieving eyes.
so, to no oneβs surprise, jack walked into their bedroom at approximately eight forty five in the morning after finding dennisβ jacket and backpack strewn carelessly in the hallway to robby faced down in his pillow snoring hard and dennis who was seemingly naked as the thin sheet molded over his body. jack took a few more steps in the room as the full scenario started to play out in his head. the dark hickeys over dennisβ throat and shoulders and the uncapped lube resting on the nightstand told jack everything he needed to know.
with an angry sigh, he walked over to dennisβs side of the bed and watched him breathe deep for a few moments before uncovering his body from the sheets. the boyβs eyes popped open with a hiss, settling on jackβs before they went wide.
dennis seemed to know jack already observed what had happened as he sunk in to the bed, guilty and a little scared. his eyes followed jackβs as the older man leaned over him with displeasure over his face.
you forget to clean up your mess? jack asked him. dennis didnβt respond, just stared up in a sleepy daze at him. he waited for a response and when he didnβt get anything, he took the liberty of gripping dennis roughly at his bicep and pulled him up, shushing him with a now, donβt go waking your daddy up when he yelped in pain.
jack hustled dennis out of the room right into the guest bedroom they hardly used for the intended purpose. he shoved the boy onto the bed, sleep still etched in every part of his body. but jack didnβt care. no, not when he made his daddy stay up later than he needed to after a rough shift and making sir have to handle him after a long night.
you heard me tell you to leave your daddy alone, right? jack asked him. dennis slowly nodded his head as he watched jack untie the knot in his scrubs. jack pushed the fabric down, taking his boxer briefs with them as his cock sprung free, red and angry just like the man above it. i shouldβve known you werenβt gonna fuckinβ listen to me. i know i canβt trust you and your daddy alone, he falls for every fuckinβ demand you ask from him.
jack moved dennis again, grabbing him by his shoulder this time before ushering him onto the ground. dennisβ muscle memory kicked in and his hands went behind his back, as they always do with jack, and his jaw fell open. you wanna keep him up when i tell you not to? you wanna keep me up when all i wanted to do was come home to my well behaved boys and fall asleep between them? dennis made strained noise through his throat like he was disagreeing with him. jack just chuckled and wasted no time shoving his dick into dennisβ mouth, tip swallowed by the depths of his throat.
yeah, iβll treat you like the fuckinβ untrained dog you are until you learn to listen. you wanna keep daddy up all night since youre insatiable? sir will keep you up all morning just to even it out.
summary: jack introduces his new girlfriend to robby at his own med school graduation party. robby isnβt too happy about it, and thereβs only one way to fix that.
word count: 2.4k
warnings: 18+ (dry humping, frotting)
a/n: i had to get this out of my system idk π i love med school rabbot so much and iβm sorry if the smut is a lot shorter than expected and the ending may seem abrupt
masterlist β ao3
Robby wasnβt big on celebrations.
They had never been something that came natural to him. His family didnβt really do birthdays, especially not since his mother had left. He hated going out. To dinner, to clubs, parties. Drinking made him uneasy. Holidays stressed him out. Hell, he could hardly even bring himself to visit his cousins during Hanukkah.
The fact that Robby had agreed to attending a partyβhosting one, actuallyβwas something to celebrate in itself.
He was 26 years old now, and could count the number of parties heβd even thought about going to on one hand. And for those that he did, heβd only agreed to go for one reasonβ
Jack Abbot.
The bastard was, of course, the reason yet again. In the last few years since Robby had met him, heβd made more stupid decisions than heβd had in his entire life (including high school, which said a lot). Jack was the reason for countless hookups, fuck-ups, and whatever else you could put in front of the word upβ including why Robby was currently standing on top of a table using a broken karaoke mic to give a sorry excuse of a speech.
βOkay,β Robby cleared his throat, his voice raspy from a night of yelling and smoking some awful weed. βI donβt know if you guys can hear me over this shitty music, butββ
βSpeak up, fruitcake!β some bastard shouted.
βYeah, thanks,β Robby rolled his eyes. βThank you all for coming, blah blah blah, it means a lot to me and stuff, because now that Iβm going to be a doctor, Iβm not gonna have to deal with any of your asses ever again.β
Laughter ensued. Someone whooped.
βAnyway,β he cleared his throat. βIf you want to know whose genius idea it was to have thisβ¦ celebration for earning my MD, you can thank the idiot redhead standing right there by the beer keg.β
Jack gave a wide-toothed grin, waving in the middle of a small circle of first-years gathered around the keg. Their eyes met, and Robby laughed, shaking his head.
βRight. So, speaking of beer, Iβm gonna go get some more so I can forget all of the embarrassing shit Iβm going to do tonight. Good talk. And, uhβ thanks again!β Robby finished, hopping off of the table. Jack took him by the hand, a firm grip, guiding him back to the ground.
βThat was beautiful,β Jack chuckled as they shouldered their way to the keg, hands reaching out to give Robby congratulatory thumps on the back.
βShut up. I donβt know how I always end up doing a damn speech,β Robby leaned over and filled up his cup, downing its contents. βThis was a stupid idea.β
βYou always say that, and yet, here we are,β a toothy grin spread across Jackβs face. He grabbed Robbyβs now empty cup from him, refilling it before he could protest.
Without thinking, Robby took the cup back and poured it down his throat. βJesus Christ, the hell is this stuff?β He sputtered.
βNo fucking idea,β Jack shrugged. βYou met Emily yet?β
βWho?β
βEmily,β Jack repeated. For emphasis. For meaning. When Robby gave him the same confused puppy dog look, he tilted his head over to where a circle of girls had gathered near the wall. A blonde in the middle gave a little wave.
βOh,β Robby went hoarse, rubbing a hand over his face. βRight, right. Youβre seriously still going out with her?β
βWell, yeah, I said Iβd introduce her to you today, didnβt I?β Jackβs eyebrow went up.
βI know, I justβ¦β
βYou donβt think Iβm serious about her.β
Robby shook his head, wiping traces of beer from his beard. βNo, no, not all, brother. She looksβ she seems great.β
When he glanced back at the wall, Emily had broken off from the group and was making her way over to where they stood. She offered a smile at Robby, lip gloss catching in the dancing party lights. She was pretty, that was no doubt. Then again, every girl Jack went out with always seemed to be pretty.
Jackβs hand found her waist with ease, using his other hand to gesture across from him. βEm, this is Robby.β
βNice speech,β Emily grinned at him. βJackβs told me all about you.β
βOh, yeah?β Robby suddenly felt all too sober.
βYeah, he loves to tell me all sorts of stories,β her fingers brushed at Jackβs curls. βAlways trying to make me laugh.β
βNothing too embarrassing, brother. At least, not for me,β Jack added.
βAh,β Robby swallowed. βWell, donβt worry. His charm wears off eventually.β
βI doubt it,β Emily looked up at Jack, and they both shared a smile. Robby felt his stomach churn in a way that he knew had nothing to do with the beer.
βExcuse me,β he managed to say, handing his cup off to a random hand, backing into someoneβs shoulder. βGotta go, uh, hit the head. Nice meeting you.β
Before he could turn around and regret it, Robby pushed his way through the crowd. He found himself heading down a hallway, hoping that one of the doors at the end would lead to a bathroom.
He turned the knob of a room to his left to see a bedroom. Deciding that he didnβt care, Robby closed the door behind him shut, the sounds of the party outside dampening with a solid click.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, letting out a deep breath. This was his party. It was supposed to be, at least. He should be out there, dancing to awful music, getting hammered, doing all the things that were supposed to be fun.
But they werenβt fun. Robby knew that. All at once, he was reminded why he never bothered to show up to parties, let alone host one. If things were going his way, heβd be in his own bed, probably studying, or at least listening to music that he actually liked.
Heβd want to hang out with Jack, actually. Of course he would. But every time Robby offered, there was always a date. A girl. An Emily. And now that Robby could put a name to a faceβ¦
He buried his head between his hands and groaned.
It wasnβt as if Jack had never hung out with girls before. Hell, Robby had turned down a guysβ night over a date a few times before himself, although for him, they usually didnβt go so well. But that didnβt explain why he felt soβ¦ soβ¦
The door cracked open. He mustβve forgotten to lock it.
Luckily, a familiar head of ginger curls peeked in through the gap, causing Robby to let out a sigh of relief.
βHey, you okay?β
Robby nodded, running a hand through his hair. βYeah, fine.β
βThen you wanna explain to me why you ran off like that?β The bed sank under Jackβs weight.
A shrug. βJust needed a minute.β
βA minute to what?β
Robby looked at him. βYou know I donβt like parties.β
βNo shit, but you could have at least been a little more polite to my girlfriend, man,β Jack nudged him with his elbow. Girlfriend. The word carried more weight than it should have.
βAlright, Iβm sorry. I justβ¦ got overwhelmed. Tell her I wasnβt feeling well.β
Jack nodded. They stared at the space between them, muffled noises from the party filling the silence. Music thumped through the walls, drowning out the beating of Robbyβs heart that was going much too fast for his own liking.
βSheβs blonde,β Robby found himself saying.
βYeah, I know.β
βThought you liked brunettes.β
Jack looked up at him. His eyes glittered, and Robby felt a dangerous feeling flood throughout his chest.
βI do,β Jack said.
A pause.
They closed the space.
The first thing Robby registered was the taste of alcohol, until he realized that was, in fact, the taste of Jackβs lips on his. His brain short-circuited, and all he could do was kiss him back, his hands grabbing at Jackβs shirt, his hair, anything he could reach.
He couldnβt breathe. Everything was so hot. He wasnβt sure whose breath belonged to whom, andβ fuck, that was definitely Jackβs tongue. Jackβs hand, reaching under Robbyβs shirt. Jackβs voice, a helpless whine against his mouth. And Jackβs knee, rough denim pushing between Robbyβs legs.
They broke, faces inches apart, panting. Fuck, fuck, fuck, his mind repeated frantically. What the fuck is happening?
He looked at Jack, who was staring back at him. That just happened. This was really happening.
βIβmββ Robbyβs voice caught in his throat. βIβm not gay.β
Jack blinked. βOkay.β
βSeriously, Iβm not.β
βOkay.β
Neither of them moved, limbs tangled, shirts riding up their stomachs. Jackβs knee still sat insistently against the pressing weight between Robbyβs legs.
βEmilyββ
βDonβt worry about her,β Jack cut him off.
Robbyβs eyebrows shot up. βWhat?β
Jack pushed him until they both fell backwards onto the bed. Robby laid on his back, looking upwards, Jackβs hands on either side of him. He couldnβt help but let out a choked moan as Jack pressed his knee further against his growing hard-on, sending an embarrassing amount of heat down towards his stomach.
They kissed, but this time Robby knew what was happening. He was keenly aware of how his hand found Jackβs waist, squeezing. How Jackβs lips trailed down his jaw, towards his neck, tasting his skin there.
βYouβre drunk,β Robby panted, hips trying to find friction.
Jack sucked on a spot on Robbyβs neck that had him seeing stars. βSo are you.β
Robby tugged on Jackβs hairβearning a deep groanβto lift his head, just enough so that his hands could find the hem of his shirt. Mirroring his actions, Jack peeled off his t-shirt until he was straddling Robbyβs lap, both of them bare-chested.
There was a split second of hesitation before they both wrestled with their belts, tossing pairs of jeans off to the ground. Jack leaned down again, both of them eliciting a relieved moan as their cocks found each other, separated only by the fabric barrier of their boxers.
βFuck,β Jack whispered. Robby hummed in response.
They stayed like that for a while, rocking their hips against each other in a clumsy rhythm. Robby thought he might be able to cum from this alone. Jack guided Robbyβs legs to wrap around him, and now they were chest to chest, the sheets tangling beneath them.
Emboldened, Robby reached down, spreading his knees to let his hand snake between their bodies and wrap around both of their cocks. He gave an experimental squeeze, which made Jack let out a sound so delicious that Robby had to resist reaching down and jacking them both off stupidly fast.
Robbyβs fingers caught on Jackβs waistband. He looked up, just to be sure, grateful to receive an eager nod from Jack in response. Their boxers slid down their bodies, exposing both of their cocks. Robbyβs was longer, twitching visibly as it slid against Jackβs, which was noticeably thicker, a heavy vein running down the shaft that Robby had the sudden urge to run his tongue over.
Jack thrusted his hips, which reminded Robby what he was supposed to be doing. He wrapped his hand around both of their lengths, starting to pump at a steady pace. Precum oozed from the two, giving his palm a smooth, easy grip as the room filled with a wet slap, slap, slap of skin on skin.
βGodβ¦ shit,β Robby gasped. He wouldnβt be able to last long like this, he could already tell. Not with Jackβs heavy cock throbbing against his own, not with how the sounds of their moans were growing louder and louder by the second.
Jack dropped his head to rest against Robbyβs shoulder as pleasure overtook him, his breath hot against Robbyβs skin. βFaster, brother, cβmon,β he panted.
Robby obliged without a moment of hesitation, his wrist moving in sloppy blur between their bodies. His thumb rubbed back and forth on Jackβs tip, swiping at the wetness gathered there. Jack groaned, the noise vibrating into the mattress.
He felt heat gathering towards a peak, and he knew Jack was feeling the same. Robby doubled his efforts, pushing himself against Jack, their lengths sliding against each other, tips practically kissing with how much they kept knocking together.
βIβm gonnaββ
βYeah, me too, me too,β Jack grunted, rolling his hips towards where they met.
βOh God,β all Robby could do was moan and pump and pump and pump, throwing his head back. βOh God, Jack, Jackββ
βFuck, yes, Robby!β
βFuck!β
Pleasure exploded between them in wet strings of cum. Some shot up his chest, coating his beard. He stayed like that, floating, until the feeling of Jack lifting his head from his shoulder brought him back to reality.
He was about to say something (probably incredibly idiotic) before a knock sounded at the door.
βShit! Did you lock it?β Robby shot up, searching frantically for his clothes.
βIβ I think so?β
βYouβre not sure?β A pair of jeans flew from the other side of the bed.
βI donβt know!β Wrestling his shirt on, Jack raced towards the door, his hand finding the knob to be, thank God, locked shut.
Robbyβs body flooded with relief. He breathed, pulling on his sweater. βJesus fucking Christ.β
Jack nodded, his hand hovering over the doorknob hesitantly. He glanced at Robby, his hair still messy, face flushed.
The bed was still left in a tangle of sheets, mattress dented from where their bodies had been pressed into it. Hell, Robby thought he could see a wet patch glisten in the dim lighting.
βIβ I think Iβll go get some more drinks,β Jack said.
Robby nodded slowly. βYeah,β his voice cracked. βSure.β
He watched Jack disappear back into the party before he could think of saying anything else. Smoothing down his sweater, Robby inhaled deeply before following suit. Rumors would start to fly if he spent too much time there.
He walked out, closing the door behind him. Oh, great. Someone was already coming down the hall to approach him. A girl, who he realized was, unfortunately, very blonde.
βHave you seen Jack? I canβt find him anywhere,β Emily asked him.
βNo, he uh, went to get some drinks, I think,β Robby cleared his throat.
She nodded. βOh, right,β He saw her frown slightly, glancing up and down at him. βI think youβve got some froth in your beard or something.β
Robbyβs fingers went up, brushing against something wet that he knew was definitely not, in fact, froth. His entire body went hot. βWhoops. Must haveβ have gotten some in there, huh. Haha. Yeah,β he chuckled, wiping it quickly on the back of his sweater.
βWell, tell me if you see Jack, okay?β
βOf course, yeah. I will.β
βHeβs probably off with some brunette, I just know it.β
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