#hucklepope

queue Dennis causally bringing up the farm when he's lying on the sofa with Andrew, and how he might not miss much, but he does miss the animals, especially Bessie, the big old guard dog they used to have. And he mentions how soft she was with the calves and the kids, keeping a close eye on them when they strayed, and how ferocious she was when the coyotes came sniffing round; how she'd come back covered in blood, and he'd cried for hours the first time till his ma explained that she'd been protecting the farm and keeping the danger away.

From one moment to the next, a heavy body smelling of leather and blood and gasoline has him pressed up against the bricks behind him, and the unmistakable shape of the nozzle of a gun is pressed up under his chin.

"Sshh," comes the immediate command, on a heavy, strained breath. "Easy. Don't make noise, and nothin' bad'll happen. Okay?"

Dennis tries to breathe around his hammering fucking heart and the cigarette still clamped between his lips. He manages a single nod.

"Good," the man grunts, low and pained, clearly fucking exhausted. "I just need- I need to speak to-"

The man trails off, and in the dim light Dennis can make out curls and frankly lethal cheekbones, and blood. And as terrified as he is, Dennis is still a doctor.

"Sir, you're clearly hurt-" he tries around the cigarette, not daring to do anything with his hands but keep them raised, pressed back against the wall as well. But the man grunts, shakes his head a little. Something about his backlit profile is making bells go off loudly in the back of Dennis mind but he doesn't have time to listen right now.

"Shut up," the man grunts. "I need- Fuck."

He sighs heavily and plucks the cigarette from between Dennis lips and takes a deep drag. The tip of it flares in the darkness, and for just a moment Dennis can make out his face. The cognitive dissonance almost makes him dizzy.

"Does Jack Abbot still work here?" the man says, sullenly, like he doesn't actually want to know.

Dennis can feel how wide his own eyes are, but he can't stop staring for the life of him. A man is threatening him at gunpoint and asking for information about one of his colleagues and Dennis probably definitely shouldn't fucking answer him, but the man is swaying a little. He looks like he hasn't slept for days, and he looks like he needs urgent medical care, and he looks almost exactly like-

"Yeah. Yeah, Dr Abbot works here. He's- uh, he's working tonight. He's inside."

The man pulls back. He sticks his gun down the back of his ruined jeans and leans - collapses a little, with a grunt - against the wall next to Dennis.

this is half a joke that popped into my head my head when I saw your send prompts post lmao

no i live for this you don’t understand. i love sort of ridiculous prompts that i can spin to horny and funny. also slight change where dennis told trinity he had a bf, she just kinda thought it was a canadian girlfriend that goes to another school thing.

“uhhh, guys.” trinity’s serious voice cut through the jubilant, overlapping chatter. “suspicious white man at my twelve o’clock.”

ahmad whipped his head behind him, “damn, is he watching us?”

dennis squinted to get a good look. he dopily smiled whe he recognized the figure. “oh, it’s fine. i know him!” he waved exaggeratedly. the man on the edge of the park returned with a subtle nod.

dennis couldn’t parse out who said what but there were a lot of questions thrown at him. mckays cut through at the end, “do you have a stalker, whitaker?”

“no. i promise i’m safe.” dennis looked down all bashful, “he’s my boyfriend.”

trinity held a hand up and tilted her head. “wait, the one from california that definitely isn’t real?”

dennis defensively answered, “i told you he was moving here last month.”

“i thought you were just embarrassed you get no play!” trinity replied.

ahmad cut in, “so i don’t need to go and grab my taser?”

dennis giggled and grabbed his backpack from the ground, “no, he’s mostly harmless.” he said his goodbyes and jogged to the creep tracking his movements. they shared a quick peck before the man took dennis’s bag from him. at least he was chivalrous.

He couldn't hold back.

Not when Dennis had been belly up, soft warm body all clean and damp from a shower, eyes all dark, legs spread, and said so sweetly that he was ready, that he wanted Andrew.

And Pope tried, he did, he tried, he took his time kissing Dennis, pressing in close, nosing at the sensitive spots across Dennis's collarbones and neck.

But then he was running his hands over Dennis and his skin was so soft and he was making such nice sounds and he was so wet and Pope couldn't say no when Dennis reached down between them, hand wrapped around his cock.

But then Dennis had been moaning and pulling Pope down closer, arms wrapped high around his neck, moaning how good it felt and Pope was already overwhelmed with how sweet Dennis was and how tight and wet and warm and nice and gentle and- Andrew wrapped his arms around Dennis's back and shoulders, hugging him impossibly tight as his hips roughly thrusted against Dennis's soft bottom.

"'m sorry 'm sorry 'm sorry"

He just chased after his own pleasure, mind too lost to notice when Dennis started to shake, when wetness exploded between them, when Dennis whined and told him it was okay, he was just feeling too much, so much

But Dennis doesn’t trust any of the Cody’s, doesn’t trust anyone really, except Andrew. And Andrew has a bit of a blindspot when it comes to family. So, he lands in Pittsburgh, but never arrives at Jacks. He doesn’t want to get burned.

He survives with what he has and what he can steal. Jack and Andrew both wonder what happened to him. Dennis plans to wait out the six years, hopefully by then he’ll be a resident and able to fly back to Oceanside, back to Andrew.

His plans going well until he starts his rotation in the Pitt. The day had been shitty all around, but then a mass shooting happens and is brought face to face with the spitting image of Andrew. It can only be Jack.