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“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.

“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.

A sneak peek of my current Hucklerobby project, huzzah!

But barely anyone calls Robby by his given name so it like a big deal and makes Robby feel so soft!

Jack avoids doing it at the hospital but one day when Robby is spiralling or something bad just happens, Jack grabs his cheek and goes "Misha, look at me." And the others are a little shocked when it calms Robby immediately.

and what if i say yolanda garcia who doesn’t react at all the first time they fuck and trinity stops her before her fingers can dip inside. just takes it in her stride and asks trinity what she can do to make her feel good like it’s not even an inconvenience

yolanda who tells baran when trinity doesn’t offer up that information herself when they all fall into bed the first time. and trinity’s face burns with shame and the certainty that she is broken.

Should he stay? God he wants to stay. Stay close to Jack, soaking in the heat, feeling safe and protected in his arms.

Should he leave? They were done and the way they fell into it, didn't really imply any further attachment. A shudder ran through him. This was a one time thing. Probably. It should be enough. It had to be enough. Something to remember and dream about. Nothing more, nothing less.

Slowly Robby got up and looked around for his clothes. He felt naked in a cold way. Ashamed for wanting more. Flustered because he didn't know how to navigate.

"What're you doing?" Jack asked, propping himself up against the headboard.

"I..." Robby started. What was he supposed to say?

I'm leaving?

I need to go?

I'll get out of your hair?

He rubbed his hands over his beard and neck. A habit, that had been built over the years of too much meaningless sex and not enough genuine touch.

"Mikey?" Jacks soft voice interrupted his thoughts. "Come here, okay?" He held his hands out in invitation.

A small, needy sound escaped Robbys throat, as he let himself fall against Jacks chest. The warmth soothing something deep inside his own. His muscles were still tight and he didn't allow himself to relax. Still worried, still not sure if how much of this was okay.

Jack started to rub circles against his naked back with one hand, the other found a place in his hair. Just holding on.

"What do you want?" Jack asked. Always direct in his approach.

"I want..." his voice cracked.

"Just tell me, love"

Love. Jack called him love. Like they were more than brothers in arms. More than friends, who blew off some steam. It was stupid, but it was enough for Robby to be brave.

"I want to stay." he said quietly, almost a whisper. "I want you to hold me." He continued. "I want to come back to you every day and I want you to come back to me."

The hand on his back stopped and went up to tilt his face towards Jack. His lips were captured by the softest kiss, that brought tears in his eyes.

Jack who fully thought he was over Robby until he saw how he smiled at Dennis and patted his back and shoulders and fist bumped him and just looked so enamored with him. The same looks he used to give Jack back in their day.

And he just gets this brash, jealous feeling deep in his chest. And he has a little thing for Dennis too, but seeing how much Robby likes him just sends his mind reeling. So, of course he uses it as an excuse to get closer to Dennis.

Robby who notices Dennis picking up some night shifts and Jack slinking around the schedule board. And he watches how Jack turns his gentle teasing and all his charms to the cute little intern. Robby was certain that he was alright being just Jack’s friend, but he gets so sad thinking about how it used to be him where Dennis was, watching Jack flush and stumble despite his usual cool behavior.

Dennis was frankly just sick of them waxing poetic about one another to him, so he just kept dragging them closer and closer together until one night, after he and Robby were done working and Jack had the night off, he dragged them both to a bar. They both had one hand resting on each of Dennis’s thighs, like a claim. Dennis leaned back, watching them stare at each other, before grabbing their faces and pushing them closer together.

“What the hell is this move?” Jack asked, pinching Dennis’s leg.

“Just kiss and make up so we can have a threesome,” Dennis huffed, just drunk enough to think that this would work.

They take him home and name him Mister Roberto Whiskers Santos-Whitaker.

Now, the pittlings know all about Roberto but few in the ED know about her. Unfortunately, his name gets shortened to Robby.

Miss Robby the cat is absolutely obsessed with Dennis and loves nothing more than to sleep in his bed (even though he’s mildly allergic and wakes up unable to breathe he refuses to kick him out cause that’s his baby).

The pittlings love to ask about Robby and if he’s sleeping in Dennis’ bed despite Dennis kicking him out a few times now to get a good nights rest once in a while (also Trinity was beginning to get jealous).

They never think it’s necessary to elaborate they mean the cat. The ED is mildly mortified that Robby, their attending, has been sleeping with Dennis despite Dennis kicking him out.

There’s a betting pool on when Dennis will take it to HR. No one tells Robby— Their beliefs are only spurred on by Dennis suddenly avoiding the man.

Dennis has been avoiding Robby because his crush is so horrendous he feels like he’s going to vomit every time Robby touches him.

Then Jack finally heard about Robby supposedly sleeping with Dennis and decides to tease Robby about it only for the man to be fully confused and suddenly aware that he’s desperately in love with Dennis and that he’s disgusting and immediately corners Dennis to apologize for making him uncomfortable—

That he didn’t even realize his emotions until then and he’ll keep it professional from then on

there’s a new street drug. it lowers your inhibitions and creates an urgent, persistent arousal. it’s novel, so researchers haven’t quite figured out it’s biochemical mechanisms, meaning treatment beyond letting it run its course is quite limited.

dennis somehow interacts with it. maybe, when diluted, it can be absorbed through the skin. dennis is mortified as soon as he realizes what happened.

he still struggles with guilt surrounding sex, especially his guilt surrounding who he wants to have sex with. and here he is, being faced with the fact that he is going to turn into a borderline incoherent sex-crazed idiot in 10-45 minutes.

he is going over the series of events with trinity and robby in the behavioral health room.

“i just-i can’t do this. can you sedate me?” dennis stammers, barely able to look them in the eyes. “please?” he begs.

robby sighs. “no, whitaker. we don’t know what contraindications there are. the drug’s too new.” robby says while rubbing his hands together in discomfort and looking up at the ceiling tile, “do you have any uh…partners i could call and discharge you to?”

trinity lets out a mean, ill-timed laugh. “he gets absolutely no play.”

“trinity!” dennis chides. he is in a double bind, embarrassed about any intimacy, just the same as the lack there of.

“santos!” robby glares at her for making this harder than it has to be. he redirects his stare back to his intern, who is currently staring off into space like he was facing a lethal injection. “whitaker, from reports, this is very painful to wait out alone. you’re sure there’s no one you’d at least want to ask?”

robby is basically imploring dennis to shoot his shot with anyone, literally fucking anyone. he couldn’t handle this kid being restrained while crying and whining to get his dick wet anytime someone came in for vitals. besides, dennis is cute, surely he had a friend, fuck, even a coworker willing to help him out. kim always seemed charmed.

trinity lets out an even more amused, even ruder, “ha!”

“santos! out!” robby orders the woman who’s shoulders were still shaking. “go get someone to run baseline vitals.”

she shoved a hand over her mouth, muttering, “shit. i’m sorry dennis. i gotta go.”

the door clicks behind her. robby walks his rolling stool a little closer to dennis, looking up at him slightly on the patient bed. “listen i know this sucks.” he put a comforting hand on dennis’s knee, hoping his voice sounds soothing and totally not jealous at all. “but it’s my professional opinion that you should at least try to find someone to…” he hesitates on he wording. “ride this out with.” robby cringes. “shit. that sounded dirty.”