the pitt hyperfixation

dr robby wippp 😊😊😊😊😊😊 it is a tie okay ………….

He knows it’s wrong, they both know it’s wrong, but there’s something about how quick and dirty and unspoken it is that leaves a burning need in Dennis’ chest — specifically when he makes the right call in Trauma 2 that saves a patient’s life under Robby’s watch.

He still gets a little shaky with adrenaline when that happens, so before his next patient he slips into the break room to lean against the counter with a steadying little breath, closing his eyes to focus on slowing his racing heart before allowing a tiny smile to grace his face. He did it.

He hears the door open and close, doesn’t need to open his eyes to know who it is, not when he feels a warm and tall body suddenly pressing against his back. Robby can’t wear cologne at work, he doesn’t even know if Robby wears any at all, but Dennis still knows the scent of him, especially this close.

“Good call, Whitaker,” Robby murmurs, his voice so soft and deep, so full of pride it makes Dennis melt a little. Or a lot.

But, the hands on his waist made his cheeks turn pink, especially when they squeeze the small of it before sliding up, hot palms pressing through his scrubs like a brand, the touch so quick yet lingering as Robby grabs both of his pecs in his hands and gives them a slow squeeze.

Dennis swallows down a moan, his throat thick and slow, keeping his eyes closed as he feels those hands slide down, back to his waist, squeezing his hips, leaving a trail of warmth and pride before Robby’s grabbing his ass, digging his fingertips into the fatty muscle there with both hands.

“You did so good,” Robby hums his praise, his lips brushing Dennis’ ear, makes heat pool low in his gut as Robby reaches one hand around, cups his dick and balls and squeezes both, like he can’t help it.

Dennis breathes out slow, the sound bordering on a whine, wanting to press back against Robby—

But, as always, it’s over before Dennis wants it to be. Those large hands are suddenly gone and then Robby is, too, slipping out of the break room with the softest click of the door.

Dennis opens his eyes, the want in his body throbbing so hard that his eyes line with tears, still feeling the warm trails those hands had made across his body as he wonders if Robby is torturing him on purpose. Maybe he’ll never know.

“i don’t know robby.” dennis uncomfortably shuffled while putting a glove on. “maybe-maybe you should get your PCP to do this.”

robby pretended to sympathetically furrow his brows. “i mean, you don’t have to do it. i just can’t get an appointment on a day off for at least a couple months.” he looked down at his feet, appearing nervous. “i’m already a couple years past the recommended age to get the exam, and i can’t shake that there’s something wrong.”

and dennis did what he always did. he empathized. it was scary getting older, and the exam was invasive in a way most older men were uncomfortable with. “i-um-i don’t want you having care delayed if you think something might be wrong.”

robby had to suppress a smirk. his sigh of relief at the successful manipulation could be passed off as gratitude. “thanks, kid.”

next thing dennis knew, his boss was turning around, sliding his own pants down, and leaning over.

dennis tried to remember what he learned on his rotations. “you’ll feel some pressure, let me know if it hurts.”

robby tried to relax in spite of his anticipation. he told himself that this was just a taste. just one finger. it wasn’t even supposed to feel good, a prostate exam. this was just to quell an urge inside of him. it was the least invasive alternative for robby’s overwhelming need to have dennis. one finger, maybe a minute of contact, it was all robby really wanted, he was sure.

robby felt the overly slick finger slip in. dennis maneuvered around until he located the gland. robby grunted, and whispered, “shit.”

dennis took that as what it usually would be. “it’s normal to feel some discomfort. i just need to feel a little more for irregularities.” he sounded sort of urgent, like he was doing robby a favor by rushing. that thought made robby clench.

these exams were not pleasurable for the vast majority of people, but robby bet that most people weren’t borderline-obsessed with their physician and well-versed in anal play. dennis’s finger methodically slid over his sensitive nerves. robby’s jaw dropped.

then, the finger started sliding out. and robby made a sort of keening whine that stilled the room. dennis’s retreat faltered, leaving him with about a knuckle and a half still in before he remembered where he was and continued.

robby had to collect himself. he schooled his voice and asked, “feel good?”

a snapping noise followed as dennis took off his gloves. “yep, you felt good.” dennis corrected himself. “um-i felt no irregularities.” dennis watched robby slowly slide up his underwear and then his pants like a reverse strip tease. “i’m gonna draw your blood still, just for the prostate specific antigen test. i’ll be right back.”

dennis was grateful robby didn’t turn around, scared his fascination and arousal was evident. he scurried out the room, not realizing that robby was in a similar state.

the exam didn’t do what robby was hoping. he wanted more.