#issywrites

Trinity's arm was slung around Mel's waist as they stumbled home from the bar. Her head was foggy, and she relied on Mel's support to walk steady.

Karaoke had been fun, it was the cathartic release that she needed. That they'd both needed. But it has also supplied her with a new revelation. Mel was fucking hot. She didn't understand how she hadn't seen it before. Her soft straw hair framed her narrow face and was constantly sweeping in front of her face. Trinity's fingers ached to brush her hair back. But beyond that she was always so herself, so sweet. She was endlessly kind and sympathetic. A better person then Trinity could ever be. The cute tilts of her head when she was trying to understand something. And the way she was always willing to try something new, no matter how hesitant she'd been. Trinity had convinced her to karaoke. She wondered what else she could introduce her to tonight. Feeling confident, she moved her hand, that was wrapped around her waist, from over her top to under it. She was met with smooth skin, that flinched slightly at her touch.

Mel gave a slight giggle. "Your hands are so warm."

"It's probably because I get to touch such a beautiful woman." Trinity came off stronger than she'd initially intended, but working overtime and then staying up drinking didn't do much for her self-control.

"Well no" began Mel. "It's because you've been drinking alcohol and the body detects alcohol as a poison, because it is, and so expands the blood vessels to allow for the release of the toxin but by doing so also releases the body heat. That's why it's important to keep warm when drinking excessively, even if you feel hot."

Trinity saw the way her eyes would look off into the distance, unfocused, and she'd adopt this funny wiggle of her head as she rambled on.

"It's also important not to be left on your own when intoxicated" Mel added. "Which is why I'm walking you home, as Whitaker is not at home"

"Oh, you're taking me all the way home?" Trinity let her voice become sultry and warm as she dragged her hand up her waist to her chest. Mel gave another squirm and a slight giggle at the touch. Trinity wondered what other reactions she had if she touched her in other places.

--

Back at her apartment, Mel had left Trinity on her bed while she got her some water. Lying on her back, staring up at the ceiling, Trinity thought she should surprise Mel for when she arrived and turn up the tempo on the night. She went straight for her top, a cropped off the shoulder piece made with a tight, slippery fabric. Tonight, the fabric seemed much more slippery then usual. Trinity clawed at the top trying to pull it off, but her dexterity was failing her, and the top slipped out her grasp. Frustrated, she stood up and bent at her hips to try and use gravity to her aid at getting it off.

"Oh no, let me help you" Mel fusses and she shuffles into the room. Well this isn't the sight she wanted her to see. She increases her scrambling in hopes of saving the situation. Still tangled in her shirt, Trinity hears the sound of two glass being placed down before feeling warm hands brush up her waist. Trinity stills at her touch. Silently, Mel reaches for the sides of her top and pulls it swiftly over her head.

Trinity stands up straight and looks to Mel. They are standing close together, one small step and Trinity could bridge the gap between them. Mel holds her eye contact for a second, before sweeping across her face and down her body. Trinity feels her skin shiver under Mel's gaze. She watches her eyes settle in the middle of her chest, they settle on her breasts. They lie flat against her chest, brown nipples perked at the attention.

Mel's attention doesn't break from her chest the bubbling of anticipation forces Trinity to make a move. She reaches up with on arm and brushes the straw blonde hair behind Mel's ear. The hair is silky soft to touch and although it is thick is tucks neatly behind her ear. The blonde woman looks up, soft green eyes meet Trinity's, wide with desire. Slowly, Trinity takes a step forward to bridge the gap between them. She brushes her hand up Mel's arm and rests on her shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Mel asks, breaking the silence. "Do you feel dizzy?"

Mel reaches out with both her arms to stabilise her and guides her to sit on her bed.

"Mel, I told you I'm not that drunk."

"Yes, but you're also coming off the back of a longer shift and then a night out. Deaths from exhaustion actually out number those of alcohol, in some states. Well, that statistic actually relates to car crashes, but my point still stands." Mel rambles as she guides Trinity.

Once sat, Mel starts looking around the room creating a bigger gap between them. All the tension was evaporated in a moment and sat on her bed half dressed, Trinity felt more like a child being doted on then anything else.

"Where are your pyjamas?" Mel asks. "I usually put mine under my pillow, but as you haven't made your bed. Which is actually a very good habit to have. I assume you don't keep it in the same place as me."

Mel turns to Trinity expectantly.

"Ugh, it'll be on the floor somewhere" Trinity answers delayed, her head was starting to feel very heavy.

"Okay, have some of that water" Mel instructs. Trinity finds herself obeying immediately and reaches over to her bedside table. As soon as she takes the first sip, relief washes over her. She finishes the cup quickly.

"Good girl"

Trinity feels a heat flushing into her face. What did she just say? The words reverberate around her head, like an echo in a cave.

"Oh sorry" Mel looks down bashful, she's now standing close to her again. "I'm talking to you how I talk to my sister. Taking care of her comes pretty naturally to me, it just slipped out."

Trinity doesn't say anything out loud, but she can't help thinking 'I wouldn't mind hearing that again'.

"Is this the one?" Mel holds out a t-shirt she must have found on the floor. It wasn't the top she wore last night, but it'll do.

Trinity takes the t-shirt from her and starts to put it on. The chances of getting it on with Mel seem distant now, Mel's focus is on getting her to bed and there doesn't seem like there's anything that'll get her off her path. Not even her tit's, which didn't seem to spur anything on. So much for great assets, Trinity thinks. But if she's being honest to herself, her pillow calling to her, sleep would probably help her and hopefully stop seeing things that aren't there. Such as Mel having the slightest interest in her.

"Okay well if you're sorted. I'll head home" Mel says.

"What don't be stupid, you can't go home on your own at this time"

"No it's okay" Mel reassures. "I'm not drunk"

"Doesn't mean it's safe. Stay here" Trinity commands.

"Um... Okay" Mel concedes, agreeing with her logic. She starts moving towards the door.

"Where are you going now?" Trinity asks.

"To the couch" Mel answers, he voice hesitant.

"But I guess Whitakers room is free, but no, I'm sure that'd be over stepping. I'll be okay on the couch" Mel insists.

"Don't be stupid" Trinity says. "You can sleep with me"

"Oh"

"There room for the both of us" Trinity falls back into her bed, pulling her covers over herself. The pillow is soft and plump, it envelops her and pulls her into sleep. She almost let it take her but first there something she wants to see through. "Turn the lights off before you come over."

She does so, and the room is cast into darkness. Mel edges closer to the other side of the bed, her movements are slightly hesitant but when Trinity beckons her with her hand she seems to relax. Through the corner of her eye Trinity watches her fidget inside of her shirt as she scrambles to take off her bra. She watches as she pulls out the bra from one sleeve. The room is now dark and the only light comes from the orange street lamps outside her window. Mel is mostly a silhouette, but some orange light streaks onto her, casting bright lines down her body. She turns slightly to unbuckle her trousers and the orange light curves around her now freed breast. A small curved mound, with a clear hardened nipple jutting out. Trinity bites her lip as she watches Mel through the corner of her eye. Then, Mel bends down as she takes of her trousers and the curve of her ass is highlighted in the orange light. Smooth, pale skin ripe for touching.

All too soon, Mel slips into bed and covers herself. Quickly, Trinity squeezes her eyes shut to avoid being caught in her shameful indulgence. Mel tucks into the far edge of the bed as far away from Trinity as she can get.

"Good night, Trinity" Mel says in a soft voice.

"Good night". She mummers. She'll regret this in the morning. As she closes her eyes, darkness quickly envelops her and she falls down into sleep.

--

Trinity's head was fucking banging. Christ what did she do last night. Slowly Trinity opens her eyes, she's met with the bright late morning light. She quickly squeezes her eyes shut. That's when Trinity notices something different to her usual morning routine. There's a warm soft breathe tickling the back of her neck. Trinity can feel the weight of two arms wrapped around her waist. She doesn't remember bringing home Garcia last night, she was pretty sure last night was the night she swore of Garcia. And besides, she wasn't one to cuddle.

Trinity looks down at the arms wrapped around her, two freckled pale forearms tightly wrap around her waist. It suddenly hits her, Mel!

God, what has she done? She really hoped she hadn't embarrassed herself in front of her new friend. It's just like her to ruin a good thing as soon as she gets it.

Trinity looks to her bedside table to see if she had to foresight to leave herself any water. She was tucked far down the bed and had to strain herself to see the table. Surprisingly, there was one filled glass of water beside an older empty one.

Then, Mel began to stir. Making a rather cute little grown as she started to wake up. And then, all of a sudden, Mel makes a yelp and launches herself over to the other side of the bed.

"Oh I'm so sorry" Mel began. "I tried really hard to stay on my side of the bed." Her face grew pale with worry.

"It's fine" Trinity spoke through a small giggle.

"It's just I usually have my bear, I've always slept with him" Mel rambled on again. "I probably reached for you in my sleep out of habit." She looked down, fidgeting with the sheets between her lap.

"I don't mind." Trinity reasured, how fucking cute she thought to herself. "Actually, it was quite nice." She added.

Yeah they definitely hadn't fucked, that much was clear but the cuddle was nice. She'd never got something like that from Garcia.

"Let me go to the toilet and then I'm going right back to bed" Trinity said.

She stood up and walked towards the door, before turning to say.

"And then maybe we can go back to cuddling?" She asked. "You're a good cuddeller."

"Oh thanks" Mel said bashfully. "And yeah, I'd like to cuddle more too, if that's okay that is." She rubbed the back of her neck, and a red flush bloomed on her face.

Fucking cute, Trinity thought, maybe drunk you had the right idea, for once.

Jack waited all about 5 minutes in the car before he walked into the ED. Michael had specified that if Jack insisted on picking him up on his day off then he'd have to wait in the car. Something about not wanting to confuse the interns. Jack didn't see any logic in that argument and only saw it as an excuse for him to stay in the ED a little longer, because Michael knew Jack would drag him out of there kicking and screaming, if he had to, the moment 7pm struck. He was right of course.

Marching up to the ambulance entrance, Jack could already see the typical chaos of the ED. Nurses rushed back and forth. Patients on gurneys took up space in the corridor. As Jack walked in, he heard the calls from Lena as she instructed staff to the right beds. She would have replaced Dana almost an hour ago. Whereas Dana would have gone home, passing the mantel of responsibility onto the night shift, Mike still resided in the ED. Haunting the corridors with a ragged desperation.

There was a point, just past the 12 hour mark, when the trauma and grief crawled it way up into your exhausted mind and festered there, not letting you rest. Jack knew that feeling well, and he knew that Michael would be at that point. He wasn't going to let these doubts eat away at him until he became skin and bone, not again.

Skipping past rushing nurses and residents, Jack made it to the hub. He gave Lena a quick nod. She returned the gesture, unsurprised to see him.

"Have you seen him?" Jack asked. No need to specify who.

"A trauma came in about 15 minutes ago. Gun shot wound, left shoulder. They took her to CT. But I think he's still in there." She pointed over to the trauma bays.

Jack made his way over there, passing a confused looking Shen who paused half way from drinking his iced coffee to track Jack across the room. He only gave him a short nod without breaking his stride. Admittedly, he'd spent the entirety of his last shift talking non-stop about his day off and how he'd spend it with his husband. A plan he still wished to fulfil.

When he arrived at the trauma bays, he saw Mike immediately. Standing alone in bay one, still as a statue as he stared into the empty void where the gurney had just been. Where his patient had just been.

Silently, Jack crept into the room. If Michael heard him, he didn't acknowledge him. His eyes glued to the floor. Jack slipped next to him and placed one hand on his back. Michael let out a strained breathe of air, as if he'd been holding it in for a while.

"Time to go Mikey" Jack said, in a low soft tone. "You're done here, it's time to go home."

"I should have seen it." Michael said, his voice weak.

"Don't worry about that now, it's time to go home." Jack answered, trying to stop his husband from fixating on whatever small, and probably inconsequential, mistake he'd made.

"I was so focused on the gun shot wound. I- I didn't check for other injuries-"

"Of course you didn't, you have to do the primary injury first." Jack's tone was getting increasingly more stern, as he tried to steer Mike's thought away from this spiral. He tried to lead him away, directing him from the hand on this back. But he didn't move. Michael turned to look at him. His eyes bloodshot.

"Her bp dropped. But the shoulder wound had stopped bleeding. I didn't know what it was." His breathes increased and Jack felt his shoulders tense between his hand. "So I ordered a full body examination. Rigid abdomen. Internal bleeding. Possibly from a fall, possibly from an injury sustained before the gun shot."

Jack drew comforting circles around the panicked man's back. He narrowed his eyes, forcing the other man to listen.

"It sound like you did the right thing. You treated the primary injury. And then you treated the secondary. And now she's in CT." He squeezed his shoulder as he spoke. "Michael, you did the right thing. The patient is still alive. Let's go home."

Michael shook his head, pulling back from Jack slightly. "No, I need to wait until she's back from CT and see her results. She'll need to go to the OR. I have to wait until she's there."

"No you don't." Jack's voice lost all softness. "Was Ellis in here with you?"

Mike nodded.

"Then she can talk to Shen and they can get her results and send her to the OR. You're not needed, the night shift can handle this. We are going home. Now."

Jack steered Michael out of the room, this time he was more pliable and let himself get herded. As they walked past the hub, both Ellis and Shen we're around it. The first charting, the second talking to a resident.

"Shen, you're on the gun shot wound case with Ellis now." The two turned immediately to their usual attending. "Ellis get Shen caught up."

"Yes, sir." Barked Shen, only slightly mocking.

"On it." Called Ellis as Jack walked off, guiding Mike with a firm hand on his back.

They walked straight out of the building, only quickly stopping to gather Mike's things. Jack guided him into the car and sat him down in the passenger seat. Only once Jack got into the drivers side and slammed the door shut, cutting out the last of the distant sounds of the ED, did Jack speak.

"You can't let these things get to you." Jack began. "Shit is tough in there, but if you beat yourself up over every little mistake. Well. You won't survive." The last words felt heavy. The memory of the year before when Michael had almost reached his breaking point. Things were better now, but not fixed.

The other man didn't answer, he just sat in silence. Looking down at his lap, where his hands sat, fingers tangling in and out of each other.

Jack reached over to steady his hands, he leaned forwards to catch his eye. "I love you Mikey. I don't want to see you fall into that dark place again. I'm here for you."

The words seemed to fall on deaf ears, Michael's eyes were glassy and he looked straight through Jack as if he were invisible. With a sigh, Jack gave one more encouraging squeeze of Mike's hand before sitting up and driving home.

Back at their house, they fell into a familiar routine. Michael showered while Jack prepared their dinner. While Jack stood over the stove, stirring the pot, his mind raced over ideas on how he was going to get Mike to listen to him.

They ate in silence. Jack could see the tension in Michael's shoulders and they way his muscles twitched in his jaw as he ate. He watched him intently, as he took slow mouthfuls, Jack could practically hear the thoughts in his head. Each case. Each patient. Every word spoken, every decision made. Whether something could have been spotted earlier. Whether he could have treated the injuries differently. Prescribed something better. Made better decisions. Been better.

After a bit Michael pushed his half touched food away. Leaving the dirty bowls in the sink. Jack steered the tired man into the bedroom, guiding him from behind.

As they entered the room, Jack wrapped his arms around his husband's waist and traced his hands around his waist, to the front of his belly. He pulled himself close to the man, squeezing him tightly. Jack dotted soft kisses from his shoulder, up his neck and along his bearded jaw. Feeling him relax under his touch. Jack steered him again with his hands around his waist, until he was sat on the bed, facing outwards.

Jack combed his hand through the short hair on the top of his head.

"You know you didn't do anything wrong. You know you made the right decisions."

Michael immediately pulled away, his gaze hiding from Jack's. He watched the tension form back on his shoulders. Jack sighed and brushed his hand across his husband's beard. "Do you want me to distract you baby?" Jack cooed.

Mike nodded pathetically, his eyes welling up. Jack had no intention of making Michael forget, he was going to make him listen one way or another. But first, he had to ease him into it.

"Take your clothes of and lie on your stomach." Jack instructed.

Mike made to more and then hesitated.

"Did you not hear me?"

"You should take your leg off."

"Hmf." Jack dismissed.

"It'll be sore by now." Mike reinforced, reaching over to stroke his right knee, just near the base of the prosthetic.

"It will make it more difficult." Jack protested.

"We'll make do. We always do." Mike was right of course. Even if it changed what position they'd be in or restricted some movements. They'd been together long enough to work around it. Jack just hated that even when Michael looked like a shell of himself, he was still, always, thinking about others.

Jack instructed Mike to continue with his task while he sat and popped off his prosthetic, leaving it within reach by the bed. He peeled off his clothes too and matched Mike in his nakedness.

When he was done, he turned to see Michael lying on the bed, his head propped up by his arm and his neck turned to look at Jack. He looked almost happy now. A slight smile upturned on corner of his face and a red blush blossomed across his cheeks. Distraction where easy, and Jack was a great distraction. Mike traced the curves and angles of his body with his eyes, his gaze flicking down his whole body.

"Like the view?"

"It's okay." Mike shrugged, the curve of his grin stretched.

From where he was sat, Jack rolled over to his front and crawled over to the middle of the bed next to Mike.

"Well if its not up to standard. I am feeling pretty tried, we could just call it a night." Jack made an overexagerated yawn and watched Mike out the corner of his eye.

"Hmmm…" Michael hummed, brushing light finger tips up Jack's waist. "I think I can make do."

Jack leaned over and kissed him softly. Mike scooped Jack towards him and their bodies slotted together. Legs tangled in each other. Arms brushed across bare skin. Soft kisses quickly turned passionate as the lips began to crash together. Stroking, grabbing and clawing. Michael's nails dug into Jack's shoulders. While Jack brushed his hand through his beard. Jack rolled over to he was on top of Michael and pulled away from the kiss. Immediately he began kissing a trail down his neck, sucking the soft sensitive skin and drawing out small moans.

Jack made his way down and reached his nipple. There he gently sucked and flicked his tongue over the hardened bud. Jack looked up and watched Mike's face twist with shock when he bit down on the sensitive skin.

"Agh Jack." Mike cried out, reaching forward and gripping Jack's soft curls in one hand.

Jack watched Mike's face melt with arousal. Between their bellies, both their half-hard cocks brush together between the friction of their rocking bodies. Distraction are easy, but ultimately temporary. Jack is still determined to not allow Michael to escape his feelings.

Jack sits up, his gaze hardens.

"Roll over." He commands.

Obediently Mike follows, he flips over to his front. Kneeling over him, Jack admirers the flush that highlights the tips of his shoulders and further down the curve of his ass.

Jack crawls over to the front of the bed to retrieve the lube before crawling back to lie on top of Mike. Hot skin touched hot skin. As Jack slid up Michael's body he listens to the bristled sounds of their bodies bushing together. He snaked his belly up his lover until it rested in the dip in his back. The two men fit together like a jigsaw piece, together they are whole. Jack kissed at the sensitive skin around the other man's neck, with one hand he grabbed his waist and pulled him closer. He felt Mike's body squirm underneath him. Jack traced his hand up and down his waist, and felt the warmth underneath his. He heard Mike let out a small moan.

"Mhm. Jackie." Mike slurred.

"I'm here. I'm here." Jack repeated through soft kisses.

Mike was alive. Mike is alive. Those words cycled over Jack's head as he felt his warm skin, his squirming body and heard it soft moans. Mike was alive and Jack would do anything to keep it that way.

Jack paused for a moment so he could sit up and pour lube on his fingers. He drew his hand down Mike's body as he tucked one leg up into himself to stretch open for Jack, inviting him. Jack coated his entrance before beginning to trace soft circles. Immediately Mike responded with full body shudders and shaky breathe. He had never been good a being still and always twitched at each of Jack's calculated touches. The familiarity was comforting, Mike was still here.

Jack knew how to open Mike up expertly. He had a well practiced technique, he knew how long to draw gentle circles before pushing in the first digit. He knew how lightly to touch his prostate when his first entered so that the anticipation would increase. Leaving the other man's squirming as he tried desperately to chase the sensation he craved. He knew when to add the next digit and he knew when to start to gently scissor him open. Jack knew when to nip and bite at his shoulders and when to slide his other hand under his body and pinch his nipple. Adding to the sensations until Mike was writhing and squirming, slurred speech called out and begged for more. Jack also knew not to allow him more, not to allow him his cock, until he began to dribble out the side of his mouth uncontrollably and his eyes became glassy.

That's what Jack did now. Finally teasing now with the third finger, the pressure building against his prostate and leaving Mike gasping and groaning. Jack pushed himself up the shaking body to view the dark spot forming on the pillow and his eyes glistening softly and unable to focus. Satisfied with his work, Jack pulled his finger out. Predictably, Mike gave a groan but Jack swallowed his protests in a heated kiss, satiating the needy man until he could be inside him.

Leaning back onto his knees, Jack straddled his husbands legs. His own cock, greedy for attention, jutted out from him, the reddened tip leaking a few pearlescent beads. Jack's gaze travelled up the body that lay before him, he followed the flush skin up his back until he reached scruffy brown hair that bloomed to grey around the edges. Michael watched him out the corner of his eye.

"Jack. Jackie." He moaned. "What are you waiting for?"

"Nothing, sweetheart. I'm here." Jack brushed one hand across Mike's outstretched leg. He wasn't usually this quiet. Often Jack wouldn't just tease Mike with his body but with his words until Mike pouted and begged him even harder. But right now Jack wasn't sure he could trust himself with his words, there was something he needed to say, but he needed to say it a the right time.

Settling closer to Michael's body, Jack stretched his amputated leg back behind him and used his other leg as support, bent underneath him. His arms braced his weight on either side of Mike's body after he'd coated his cock with more lube. Slowly he lined himself up and in one fluid motion he pushed himself into Mike until his balls pressed against the curve of his ass. They were still for a moment, Mike clenched and relaxed until he settled into the familiar feeling of Jack inside him. Continuing on, Jack pulled himself almost all the way out and then, one powerful motion, he pushed back in again. Mike shuddered and squirmed in reaction to Jack, he gripped the sheets and let out gaspy moans. He continued thrusting, pushing into Mike, his pace increasing as his own pleasure grew. He kept his movements and pace going until Mike was shouting out and moaning with a lack of awareness of his own volume.

It was at that moment that Jack stopped, his own cock throbbed in anger but Mike complained even louder.

"Jack. Why d'you stop?" He strained his head to try and see him more clearly.

"What's wrong?" Jack cooed, his plan finally taking formation. "Do you want me to keep going?"

"Of course I do." He grumbled underneath him.

"Well I need you to do something for me first."

"What?" Mike answered sceptically.

"I just need you to say something, and if you do I'll continue."

Mike seemed to consider for a moment, but he hands were still clenched into the sheets and he still drew heavy breathes.

"Okay." He murmured. "As long as you continue after".

Jack leant over so his weight rested on his body and his lips came close to Mike's ear. "I promise I will continue if you say this."

He sat up again, so he could tower above Mike.

"I want you to say." He began. "I made the right decision."

There was a beat of silence for a moment before Michael finally spoke.

"No. No way." He scrabbled again to try and make eye contact with Jack. "I'm not saying it."

"Fine." Jack shrugged.

"Okay good." Mike let out a breathe.

"I'll use the shower first." Jack said, as he began to pull out. This made Mike scrabble and push upwards as it to chase Jack's retreating cock.

"Wait. Jack stop."

Jack stopped moving. Michael sighed, he flopped his head on the pillow. And then he murmured something onto the feathered stuffing.

"I can't hear you."

Mike turned his head and in a quiet voice he said. "I made the right decisions."

"Louder."

"For fucks sake Jack." Michael complained.

"I will pull out." Jack warned.

Mike grumbled to himself again and seemed to weigh up his options before speaking in a louder and clearer voice.

"I made the right decisions."

"Good boy." Jack praised and immediately began thrusting again, his own cock grateful as much as Mike was. "That wasn't so hard was it?" Mike looked like he was about to say something but he swallowed his words. Instead, Mike allowed himself to be taken away by the pleasure that Jack gifted him. His body melting into the sheets, and his moans getting forced out with each pump.

As the pleasure built between the two men again. Jack's head began to swim with pleasure, he grip on his task waning. Mike grew louder and louder with with thrust and as he began to call out Jack's name, his voice getting increasingly more shrill. Jack watched his head toss and turn as the pleasure grew, possessing him. He gave strong, heavy thrusts and at each end of the movement Mike would let out a wrangled moan, as if Jack was pushing the sounds out of him. When Jack felt the other man tense under him and heard his moans lose the rhythm from before. Jack stopped moving. Ignoring his own urges from his body and the tantalising clench from Mike.

"Please, not again." Mike slurred.

"Just humour me. Will ya'."

Mike grumbled but didn't object. Jack pushed himself up again and spoke.

"I promise, I'll continue but only if you say this for me." Jack waited for a protest, but Mike head lay heavy on his pillow, the only protest in the form of a furrow in his brow. "Say. I'm a good person."

"Now that's just-" Mike began to protest, finding his voice again. But Jack cut him off.

"Say it. Or I leave."

"I'm a good person. There" Mike rushed out the sentence, it practically spilled out of him in a jumbled mess with how fast he'd said the phrase.

"Properly." Jack scolded.

"I'm-" Mike took a deep breathe. "I'm a good person."

"That's it." Jack cooed. He began thrusting slowly.

"Say it again." Jack didn't stop moving, but he kept the slow pace.

"I'm a good person." Michael whined.

"There you go." Jack increased the pace again. Mike let out a languid moan.

"And again." Jack was testing his limits now, but Mike was tired and was becoming more pliable.

"I'm a good perso-" His phrase was cut off my a moan. Jack increased his pace to the rhythm it was before and he let Mike fill the room up again with moans.

"Good boy." Jack praised, glad that Mike was taking to his commands. "If you listen to what I say, I will reward you." As a show of his good faith, he braced himself fully on his arms and changed the movements of this thrusts to a scooping motion, so that he'd push down and bring himself up at the end of each thrust.

"Agh. God." Mike let out a shaky groan and gripped onto the sheets of the bed, his knuckles turning white.

"Yes Jack." He called out again. "'m so close. So close"

He continued like that for a bit. He watched bead of sweat form at the base of Mike's back. He listened to the creaking of their old bed. Mike was tight around him and at each thrust he felt his own pleasure increase. His head began to swim as he dived deeper into the ocean of their pleasure. The room grew hotter and the old brick walls echoed the sounds of both their raspy moans. But, he rose out of his own pleasure when he felt Mike clench around him as his body drew closer to the orgasm and just as his head lifted, as it always did just before he came, Jack stopped.

"Jack no, please." The man beneath him whined.

Jack leaned closer to Mike and brushed his lips against his ear.

"I know baby, I know."

"Jack please, please let me cum."

"I will, I promise. Just do one more thing for me. Just say one more thing."

"Jackie you're being mean" Mike whined.

"Say this one thing, and I promise I'll make you feel so good."

Michael only whined in response, his head swimming and his body heavy he was weak under Jack's control.

"Say this for me. This is the last one." Jack whispered in his ear. "I deserve to be loved."

The weight of the words took time to sink into Mike and for a while they lay in silence. Jack's weight pressed against Mike's, his belly slotted in the curve of his back. Still inside Mike, still refusing to move. Not until he spoke the final words.

"What if-" Mike croaked. "What if I don't believe them?"

"That's why your saying them." Jack comforted. "That's why I need you to say them, because they are true."

Michael's eyes creased as he held back tears. Jack soothed Mike by brushing his hand over the back of his head and through the short hair.

"Because I love you. I love you so much and you need to understand that."

Mike's voice hitched and his breath grew more sporadic. Jack continued to stroke the back of his head, beginning to feel afraid he'd gone to far. Mike let out a shacky breath.

"I deserve-" He began. "I deserve. To be. Loved." His voice was quiet but Jack still rewarded it.

"Good boy." He cooed in his ear, beginning slow movements again. "Say it again."

"I deserve to be. Loved." This time he seemed more confident. Jack increased his pace.

Jack groaned in Mike's ear, his own pleasure catching up to him he felt the knot in his stomach build.

"I deserve to be loved." Mike said again, this time unpromted.

"Yes, that's right." Jack praised and built his rhythm up until skin slapped on skin with a lewd rhythm.

"I deserve- ugh- to be loved." He called again, his voice choked. Jack brings his face up to kiss the salty tears running down his cheek.

Between gasps and moans, Mike kept calling out. "I- Ugh- I deserve- Fuck Jack- to be loved." Over and over again the room filled with Michael's calls like a prayer. As Jack continued his rhythm faltered and he just tried to focus enough to keep thrusting deep, and bring them both closer to the end. Mike's head raised up from the pillow.

"Mhm- I deserve. to be- ugh loved." His final call before his body clenched around Jack's and he stiffened through his orgasm. Jack came only moments later and both men filled the room with stifled moans.

For a moment, they were both still. Their bodies melting on top of each other and pants slowed into gentle breathes. Jack moved first, dotting light kissed on Mike's shoulders before sitting up and gently pulling out his soft cock. The moment Jack had pulled out, Mike drew his leg into himself and curled into a ball on his side. He shoulders shook sightly with the force of his sobs.

"It's okay." Jack cooed. "It's okay." Jack moved up his body and wrapped himself around him, his chest pressed to Mike's back.

"I'm here." He muttered. He held his husband, he brushed his arm and whispered gently in his ear until his breathe stilled and his shoulders relaxed.

Jack tilted Mike's head until his was looking at him. He was met with blotchy red eyes.

"I love you Mikey. I can't lose you. I need you to know that you are loved and no matter how dark it gets, I am here for you. Always."

"I know." Mike's voice was weak. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologise." Jack guided Mike's head into his chest. "Just talk to me. Don't let it build up."

Mike only nodded. Jack kissed the top of his head.

After a while of lying in each others embrace, the heat from their bodies faded and they began to feel the beginnings of a chill, Jack sat Mike up and guided him into the bathroom. Jack sat in the stool in the shower with his husband stood in front of him. They each took turns to wash each other, completing the task in a comforting silence. Michael was quiet again, but different to before. The tendons on his jaw did not flinch, and his shoulders weren't up by his ears. His silence came from a stilled mind not a troubled one. They drifted back into bed together, Mike wrapped himself around Jack almost immediately.

Michael's head rested on Jack's chest, he brushed his hand through the short hair as his listened to his breaths slow. Cutting through the silence of the dimly lit room, the only light coming from the lamp on Jack's bedside table, Jack spoke.

"It'll never be to dark for me. You can never be to dark for me."

______________

Dennis had assumed that Robby would be taking the lead the whole way. It worked with their dynamic; the height difference, the age gap, the fact that Robby was his boss. And Whitakers theories were proven correct at the beginning. It was Robby that flirted first, Robby that asked him for after work drinks and then invited him back to his place. It was Robby that guided Dennis up the stairs into his room and took his clothes off.

But the dynamic shifted when the fell on the bed, mouths crashed together. Robby lay on his back, allowing Dennis to staddle him. Their faces barely parted; hot, wet breathe shared together between deep kisses. Muffled moans swallowed by the other. Robby's hands explored Dennis' body, moving up his legs, across his ass and held on to his thighs. Dennis expected that at any moment Robby would grab tight onto him and flip him over on the bed.

After a while of the same thing, and Robby still not taking control seemingly absorbed by their sloppy kissing. Dennis adjusted himself on the bigger man's body and began grinding on his already hard crotch. Dennis grinded on him slow and deep. Enjoying the sensation of their bodies touching through the the thin fabric of their underwear. Dennis heard a loud moan and looked up to see Robby completely blissed out. His head was thrown back onto the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut and he hands gripped onto the sheets in maddened clutches. And echoing through the bedroom, was Robby's moans. He didn't seem in control of them, or even aware of how loud he was being. Dennis watched in amazement about how utterly destroyed Robby was after a little humping. Dennis knew about Robby's frequent flings so he hadn't expected him to be so sensitive.

"Fuck. Dennis" Robby groaned through heavy breathes.

He felt rock hard under Dennis, he could feel Robby's cock twitch under the sensation of his rocking hips. Dennis wondered if Robby was going to cum just from the initial sensation. Then Dennis realised he could ask.

"Are you going to cum for me?" He pandered in a soft, low voice, mustering all the seductive power of his voice.

"Ah fuck, maybe" Robby murmured.

"Even with your boxers on?" Dennis teased, letting his voice become whiny. "Even though I haven't touched you yet, haven't grabbed you in my fist."

"Ugh! Fuck!" Was Robby's only answer.

Dennis was curious to see if the old man would really release from this sensation alone, but he was more desperate to take Robby in his hand. In one swift movement, Dennis leaned over to one side before fishing Robby's cock from his boxers.

Robby groaned from the sensation of Dennis' touch. White, glistening beads of pre-cum dripped out of the top of Robby's flushed tip. It took away any resistance from Dennis' strokes and allowed him to glide up and down Robby's shaft. He started with long, slow pulls teasing out each sordid groan and whine from Robby.

"Dennis, please" Robby whined, his cock was twitching in Dennis grasp and his body began to tense in anticipation. He was so close, but Dennis was enjoying teasing him way too much to just give him what he wanted.

"Please what?" Dennis asked, whispering into his ear.

"Please-" Robby's words cut of by a moan as Dennis rubbed his thumb over his slit.

"Fucker" Robby growled, angry at Dennis' teasing.

"That's no way to get what you want" Dennis replied, revaling in his new found power. Dennis slowed his pumps in reasponse.

Robby turned to look at Dennis, opening his eyes for the first time in a while, he could now see they were brimming with tears.

"Dennis please. Let me cum."

Dennis had enjoyed the teasing, but by no means was he trying to torture the man. He thought the request good enough and immediently reasponded with faster tugs. After a couple of pulls, Dennis watched as Robby's mouth flew open and his eyes squeezed shut. His whole body tensed as white ribbons flew up his front and onto his bare, hairy chest. Dennis kept stroking until the last of his pleasure was spent.

"Fuck, kid" mumbled Robby, as the afterglow washed over him.

Dennis dotted kisses around Robby's face, up from his ear and over to his crow feet, and then down the length of his nose before stopping at his lips.

"I thought you were older then me?" Dennis asked. "What's got you shooting your load quicker then a teen getting his first blowie?"

"Aright, alright" Robby laughed through the insult before gentle grabbing Dennis by the chin and pulling him up to look at him. His pupils were wide from pleasure and his eyes remained soft and relaxed as they made contact with Dennis' own.

"It's you kid." He spoke in a low tone, full of sincerity. "You make be feel thirty years younger."

"More like forty" Dennis quipped.

Robby's eyebrows raised in shock before he took hold of Dennis, flipped him over and pinned him under him.

"Okay, there's only so much insult I can take" Robby said. Dennis lifted his hand to Robby's face, and drew soft circles around the corner of his eye with his thumb.

"You think you've got enough energy left?" Dennis nodded towards his crotch were his own throbbing cock was begging for relief. "Kid" Dennis added for good measure.

"Now that's a better way to ask" Robby commented. Immediately in response to Dennis' command, he began snaking away down his body. Dotting small kisses as his travelled and dragging his large, calloused hands down Dennis' smooth waist.

Robby tugged Dennis' pants off, the last piece of clothing he had left and the last barrier between his hot, throbbing cock and the cool air. Robby just stared at it, his eyes wide. One hand gripped on his hips and his thumb dug into the inside of his thigh. Robby bit his lip. But still he did not move. Dennis felt an intense heat rise from his crotch, it some how felt more intimate then anything else Robby could have done to him.

"Well don't just stare" Dennis whined, squirming under his gaze.

"Yes, sir." Robby replied, looking up at Dennis through his brow. Dennis felt his stomach tighten at the words. Robby on his knees, below him, looking up at him through the top of his eyes and then calling him sir. Dennis couldn't think of a prettier sight.

Finally he moved, with one hand he held onto the base of his cock and with his mouth he began with the tip. Robby licked at the slit of his cock, pushing his tongue across the top and letting his spit drip out of his mouth and mix with the pre-cum forming at Dennis' tip.

Dennis squirmed at the sensation, before a whine was etched out of his body. Robby stopped to look at Dennis.

"That's it, don't stop now." He whined, and then for good measure he added. "Good boy."

Robby didn't seem to hate it, in fact he seemed to like it. Robby stopped his tease and put Dennis in his mouth. He started with the tip but he quickly made his way down further, sliding his tongue along the back of Dennis' shaft as he continued.

"Oh fuck" Dennis reached for Robby's head and gripped onto his hair as he slid down him.

Robby reached the bottom of his cock, the bristles of his beard tickled his pelvis. He stopped for a moment and adjusted himself before swallowing carefully.

"Ugh" Dennis groaned from the feeling of Robby's mouth moving around him. He let go of his grip on Robby's hair, and brushed it gently.

"Good boy." Dennis moaned, testing the phrase out again. Robby looked up at him, his eyes straining to see him, his mouth wrapped delicately around Dennis' cock. "Now start moving for me. That's it."

Robby responded immediately, dragging his mouth up his cock and bobbing his head. Soon enough Robby found a rhythm. Dennis reached out below him and caught one on Robby's hands, he guided it up his body letting the hand brush his hip and then his waist all the way until he found his chest. Silently he guided Robby to his nipple. He caught on quickly and began squeezing gentle, pinched the hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Robby didn't slow his pace for a moment, he kept a steady rhythm bobbing his head up and down. With one hand the squeezed his nipple, with the other the dug his hand in to the flesh of his ass. Gripping tightly so that Dennis will be left with an indent of each one of his thick fingers. The sensations began to overwhelm Dennis; the brush of his beard that tickled him at the end of each bob of his head, the small moans that were dragged out of Robby the reverberated around his cock. Dennis felt a rise within him, he felt his stomach tense and his balls pull together.

Dennis fed Robby hot liquid as he came hard to his rhythm. Robby took his release well, and swallowed eagerly. Dennis shuddered and moaned through the orgasm as the older man kept bobbing his head and swallowing every last drop. Once Dennis was finished and he lay his head back down, floating in the extasy of his orgasm. Robby licked Dennis clean, teasing out small shudders and flinches from his sensitive body. Before making his way up his body and resting next to him.

Looking over at him, Dennis saw that the man looked tired. His eyes were half shut and one hand rested limply on Dennis belly. He leaned over and kissed the sleepy man and brushed one hand through his scratchy beard.

"Let me get you something to eat and drink" Dennis said in a low voice. The other man only gave a small hum in response. "And then we can have a shower together."

As soon as Robby opened the door, he felt the pressure of the outside wash away, his shoulders dropped and his face relaxed. He dumped his bag by the door and headed to the kitchen with slow, shuffled footsteps. The shift had been long. It was always long but today felt longer. Perhaps it was the anticipation, this shift had been the penultimate obstacle before he got to see his boyfriend again.

It had become partially distracting for Robby as he'd spent the whole day thinking about his soft skin, the smooth curve of his ass and his strong arms pinning him down. Lucky for Dennis, he'd had two days off back to back and therefore greater time to recover, he needed the rest. Unluckily for Robby, it meant he'd spent the whole shift without him there. It was ridiculous how much his absence affected him. He'd spent most of his working life without the small, curly headed man always in the corner of his vision as he worked cases in the ED. And yet, the lack of soft curls in his periphery had made him slightly uneased all day. He'd also spent most of his love life without him and yet the idea that Robby still had to wait overnight to see him was almost painful. He didn't know when Dennis had become an irremovable part of his life but Robby could no longer imagine his life any other way.

They both had a joint day off and had decided to make the most of it and planned to spend the day together. But counting down the hours until they'd meet had been arduous and only made time move painfully slower.

Robby grabbed a glass of water and he debated whether it was worth putting the effort in to get some food or he should just sleep now. That was when his phone buzzed and upon reading the name 'Den' on his notification his heart swelled and a grin crept up his face. He opened the message and read. 'I have a surprise for you'. Robby's eyes lit up at the tease. It wasn't something Robby had fully got his head around but a while ago Dennis had started sending him nudes. There were a gift that Robby always accepted graciously and was partially pleased to receive on days he was missing him, such as now. On the other hand, Robby had never grown the confidence to send any back apart from awkward selfies that often missed part of his face or ended up blurry. Although Dennis always insisted he enjoyed them a lot.

He send a reply. 'Oh and what would that be?'.

Dennis response came immediately. 'I can't tell you yet.' And the another message. 'Come to the bedroom.' The second message made Robby frown but made his was to his room. Presumably Dennis had some plans that involved Robby on his bed. At some point, in conversation with Jack, the man had mentioned 'video sex'. The thought made his head spin, he wasn't sure he'd be any good at it. But for Dennis he'd try anything.

Robby made it to his bedroom door and flicked the light on as he walked in. That's when he saw him. Sat there, in the middle of the bed with a self-satisfied smug grin on his face was Dennis.

"How did you…" Robby's voice trailed off as he began to notice more about the surprise appearance of his boyfriend. He was was naked. Robby looked across his bare chest, and the muscular arms that flexed as he leant back on them supporting his weight. His long legs were crossed, one over the other. That was when Robby noticed that he was not completely naked. He was wearing a tight pair of black, lace panties. They stretched across the bulge that peaked out from his crossed legs and a lacey frill decorated the bottom of his soft belly. Robby hadn't even moved, he just stared in astonishment.

"I've been so lonely, baby" Dennis whined, breaking the silence with an aching, moaning pitch.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled absently, the words tumbling out of him before he could think. He was still not enterally sure what to make of the younger man's sudden appearance.

"I've been missing your touch." He whined again. Robby couldn't answer him, he was transfixed under Dennis' spell. He gaze was caught in Dennis round doe-eyed gaze.

"You've made me so impatient, I almost started on my own." Robby watched as the other man took one hand to his chest and then slowly dragged it down, past his stomach and to his crotch. Slowly Dennis uncrossed his legs, spreading out and show the full extent of his bulge that was teasing its way out of the elastic panties. He then used his hand to grasp his cock and gave it a slow rub. Dennis made and exaggerated gasp at the contact that made Robby's body vibrate with desire.

"Imagine if you have arrived later and you caught me pleasing myself and you'd missed out." Dennis' hand kept groping slowly at his cock, Robby couldn't drag his eyes away. The image of finding Dennis on his bed, the panties pulled down to his knees and seeing him tugging himself circled around in his head. His own body responded to the stimulations and he felt himself twitch under the scrubs.

"Look at me." Commanded Dennis. His eyes instantly snapped back to Dennis'. They were fiercer now, more determined.

"Will you make it up to me?" Dennis cooed.

"Yes, baby." Robby muttered, finding his voice had become weak.

"You'll do anything I say?" He asked.

"Yes" answered Robby. "But let me have a shower first."

"No" Dennis snapped, his hand slamming down on the bed.

"But baby, I'm all dirty from work."

"No, I want you now" Dennis whined. "You said you'd do anything I asked."

"Okay" Robby whispered, letting himself fall into Dennis' command.

"Get on your knees." Dennis began immediately. Robby didn't hesitate to obey and reached the floor quickly with a small thud.

"Take of your top." Dennis instructed. Again Robby followed his commands, shrugging of his jumper and pulling his scrubs and under shirt in one motion and leaving them on a pile next to him. He watched Dennis grin at his new found power.

"Come here." He said. Robby made to get up but Dennis interrupted his movement disapproving groan. "No. Crawl"

Robby looked to Dennis, there was no tease in his face, he wanted this. And Robby would be lying if he said he didn't too. Slowly Robby leaned forward and supported his weight with his arms. He began to crawl towards Dennis, keeping intense eye contact with him as he gradually made his way towards him. Robby stopped when he reached him, his hot breathe tickled Dennis' calf as he waited for his next instruction.

"Kiss my feet." Dennis voice remained steady and authoritative, Robby couldn't have done anything to avoid his commands even if he'd wanted too.

Robby sat back on his calf and watched as Dennis drew one leg up. He pointed his foot and the tip of his toes brushed against the hair on Robby's belly and up his chest. When the foot reached Robby's head he grabbed it in both hands. Dennis let his leg go relaxed, allowing the support of Robby to hold it up. Holding the neat foot, Robby began at the heel where he dragged his tongue up the sole of his foot. Dennis squirmed at the sensation and a small moan was drawn out of him. When he reached the top, Robby took his big toe and plunged it into his mouth.

"Agh!" Dennis moaned. "So eager to please, good boy."

Robby looked up at Dennis through his brow, enjoying the intimacy of the eye contact as he sat kneeled below him, sucking his toe. His foot was smooth and warm in his mouth and it tasted strangely familiar. It was musty and woody. It was cedar and cypress, Robby realised. It was the taste of his own soap that now lingered on his tongue. Had Dennis used his shower? The thought that Dennis had sauntered into his flat like his owned the place, using his shower, waiting on his bed. Finding Dennis in his home was anything but invasive. It was bold, it was confident, it was arousing. Robby took the toe out his mouth and quickly began working on his leg. He started at the smooth skin at the bottom of his calf, gently kissing and nipping before working his way up the leg. His nose combed through his hair and his tongue dragged across him, tasting his soap on his body, tasting himself on his body.

Dennis brushed one hand into his hair, stroking softly as his made his way up his leg. "That's it, good boy." Dennis moaned. It made Robby's head spin and his blood pump faster. Endorphins and adrenaline rushing around his body, making his head light. He reached the thick muscle of Dennis' thigh and began kissing a trail on the inside of his thigh, towards those lacey black panties. Dennis' hand remained in Robby's hair but it didn't stop his decent. So Robby continued until he could feel the elastic of the pants on his cheek. He nuzzled and kissed the bulge and it felt it respond to him with small twitches. Robby dove down to the top of Dennis thigh, in the crevice between his leg and his cock. His face was clamped between the thick thigh and throbbing cock as he reached out with his tongue to lick at the sweat forming. Instead of the flavour of his soap, Robby was greeted with the taste of Dennis. The smell that lingered on his sheets after his spent the night. Or the scent that filled Robby's nostrils when Dennis strode past him in the ER or as Robby leant over his shoulder to examine his work. This is the scent the haunted Robby, this is the smell that he craved. Robby pulled himself even closer so he could suck at the soft skin and submerge his whole sense so they became only one thing. Dennis.

Then he felt the grip on his hair become tighter and it began to guide him away. Robby obeyed but he looked up at Dennis, pleading. Pleading for more.

"Hold on now. Don't look at me like that." Said Dennis. "I have more plans for us tonight."

He soothed the disgruntled man with soft strokes of the hair and guided him slowly backwards until he rested on his knees again. Wordlessly Dennis stood up, brushing the black panties against his face before walking off. Robby's eyes remained glued to Dennis and his watched him walk to the end of the bed were a chair had been placed. It usually sat in the corner of his room, but now it was placed on the edge of the bed facing in. Dennis planted himself of the chair, legs spread wide, showing off the lace panties.

"Do you really think you've done enough to make it up to me?" Dennis asked.

Robby didn't answer, he was too transfixed on the sight of Dennis spread out on the chair and his smell that still clung in Robby's nose.

"I said; do you think you've done enough?" The second time he asked was more stern, a warning.

This time Robby answered. "No."

"That's right." He said with a smug grin. "But I know what you can do for me."

"Anything." Robby answered, and he meant it.

"Take your pants off and get on the bed."

Robby did as he was told, he left the pants on the floor and climbed into the bed. He knelt on the bed, facing Dennis. His flushed, leaking cock throbbed painfully between his legs as he he felt Dennis' gaze wash over him. Robby was aware of how bare he was, how exposed. The thick hair that covered his whole torso, the gentle chub of his belly and his long thin legs that even when folded in half didn't gain much volume. All features he'd once attempted to hide when in bed with someone. All features that Dennis worshipped on him. Robby was exposed, but with Dennis that was never an uncomfortable feelings. It was thrilling and exciting and made his cock throb painfully with anticipation. The younger man's gaze finally tore away from his body and met Robby's eyes. Holding his gaze, he leant over the side of the chair and reached for something. He threw it over to Robby and the plastic bottle landed near Robby's leg. It was the lube bottle that usually sat in his bedside table. Again, Dennis' ownership of his house sent a ripple threw Robby's core.

"Open yourself up for me."

"Yes." That's all Robby needed to say from now. One simple word. Residing all control to Dennis.

He squirted a generous amount of lube on his fingers and reached his hand around his back. He spread his legs slightly and sunk lower in his position to allow his cheeks to spread. Robby began, pressing two slick fingers to his rim and starting with slow, circular motions. He flinched slightly at the new sensation but slowly settled into the touch with practiced motions. Dennis was sprawled out on the chair, his legs were parted and Robby watched eagerly at hints of excitement at his crotch. The thin lace panties barely contained the excitement building in the man. Although it was a gift to see Dennis in the panties, Robby's mind turned to the the feelings of his cock inside him again. Stretching him open, pumping into him with forceful thrusts and rubbing against his prostate. Robby groaned with anticipation and began forcing one finger inside of him.

As if Dennis could read him like a book, he spoke. "Don't rush it. I don't want you hurting yourself before I get to you."

"Mhm" All Robby could answer with was a whimper. He knew he was rushing but he was feeling so desperate for his cock in him again.

"I'll be with you soon" Dennis cooed. "Now go at my pace."

Robby huffed but followed the instruction. He teased at his rim until Dennis was satisfied it been long enough. Even though Robby's body burned with anticipation, Dennis only allowed him one finger. The older man did as his was told. It wasn't long before Dennis permitted him to add a second finger. Robby whined again as his slipped inside of himself, the sensations becoming closer to what he needed. He started rocking his hips, fucking his fingers inside himself.

"Please-" He rasped. "I need it-"

"Almost there"

Robby kept going, he kept behaving because he knew if he was good he would get his reward. Dennis was always good to him.

A while after he'd pushed his third finger inside, and just as Robby was beginning to think Dennis wasn't going to give him anything. Dennis stood up. He walked closer to him and stopped just in front of the other man.

"You've been so well behaved." He brushed a hand through his beard. "Are you ready to make it up to me?"

"Yes- Please" He stuttered, his voice feeling weak.

Dennis slid of the lace panties and his cock sprang free. Robby took in the familiar sight. The reddened leaking tip, the fold of the foreskin that Robby did not have, the thick vein the travelled up the length of his cock that Robby would soon feel pulsing inside him. As Dennis moved to away to get behind him, he left his panties on the floor. They were crumpled on the floor and Robby could make out a wet patch on them. He must have made some noise that caught Dennis attention because he stopped and turned and followed his gaze to the panties.

"Aw do you want them?"

Robby nodded.

Dennis walked over and picked them up off the floor. He hooked them over his finger and looked at the man knelt before him. "Where should I put them?" Dennis asked. But he didn't expect Robby to answer.

"I don't want to give them to you and you drop them." Dennis looked over the other man before settling on his face. "I know." He said, with a wide grin.

"Open you mouth." Robby followed the instruction without hesitation and the moment his mouth was opened wide enough, the panties where shoved into it.

Robby groaned at the action, his senses flooded again with Dennis. His aroma filling his nostrils and the salty taste of his cum spread across his tongue.

"How pretty." Dennis muttered before disappearing from view again.

Robby couldn't see him, he could only rely on his sense of hearing to follow Dennis movements. He heard the the crinkle of the condom packet, followed by the squirt of the lube bottle. Robby thrummed with anticipation, his body feeling the absence of his fingers clenched to be filled up again. He moaned around the panties, coming out strained and muffled.

"I'm here." Dennis spoke. The mattress dipped as he joined him on the bed. Two firm hands then grabbed Robby. One on his shoulder and one at his hip. "I'm here." Dennis repeated, this time softer as he whispered in his ear.

Robby felt Dennis line himself up and he shivered at the sensation, two firm hands kept him grounded. And then, in one slow push Dennis filled him up until he bottomed out. Dennis groaned in his ear, and his belly met Robby's back. For a moment he stayed still inside of him, taking a few deep breathes, before he began pumping. Dennis was strong, Robby knew this well, he knew the sight of his thick thighs as the worked into him. Robby imagined them now and the thrust strong pumps into him while using his iron grip to keep his body in place.

Dennis reached the spot inside him, at the end of each thrust the head of his cock pushed against it. Leaving Robby groaning with the sensation, his cries coming out muffled as he panties sat in his mouth. His own spit mixed with Dennis cum, and dribbled down the side of his face. Robby made no attempt to wipe it away, his arms lay limp at his side. He'd surrendered control to Dennis and he let him move his body.

"You feel so good." Dennis mumbled through heavy breathes. "You're so good letting me fuck you like this."

He could only give a muffled groan in responses. Robby's head became dizzy and he felt the knot at the bottom of his belly form, threatening his orgasm. His head became dizzy as every sense filled with Dennis. His throbbing cock inside him, his chest sliding up his back at each thrust, the panties stuffed in his mouth that left him both smelling and tasting him. He was losing control, his body became limp under Dennis and it was only by the younger man that he kept upright. As he felt the knot clench, bringing him closer to release, he began to moan and whimper around the panties uncontrollably.

"That's it." Dennis moaned in his ear. "You've been so good, you can cum."

He then reached over with one hand and began tugging at Robby's leaking cock. He squirmed at the increase in stimulation and he felt himself get closer to relase.

"You can cum." Dennis insturcted. "Let me watch you spill everywhere." He moved slightly, so that his chin rested on Robby's shoulder and his could peak over and see his hand as he stroked his cock.

That was all it took for Robby to finally release. The knot unfurled and pleasure washed over him. He clenched around Dennis, making him groan, and hot liquid gushed out onto his belly. Dennis kept pumping and thrusting through his orgasm, dragging out the finality of the pleasure.

Robby's head became warm and fuzzy as the afterglow washed over him. His skin tingled with the pleasure and he leant backwards into Dennis' embrace.

"That's it. I've got you." Dennis manoeuvred Robby with his superior strength so that he spun on the bed and faced the opposite direction, before Dennis then pushed him on his front. Robby slumped into the bed, he could still feel Dennis cock inside of him, hot and throbbing.

"Let me take what I need now." Dennis muttered as he pushed one hand into his shoulder blades, pinning him to the bed, and began thrusting again. He chased is orgasm with a new ferocity, pumping into with a powerful force.

Robby made a muffled groan as his body tensed from the over stimulation. It wasn't long before Dennis added to the noise with his own moan and finally stilled on top of Robby. He didn't move for a while, his heavy breathes where the only thing that filled the room. Robby felt him soften inside him, as he himself melted into the bed. Slowly Dennis slid out and planted soft kisses on his back, before settling on the bed beside him. After a moment Robby rolled over onto his back, leaving the panties to the side as he'd finally taken them out his mouth. The taste of Dennis still lingering in his mouth. He looked over at him, he had a toothy grin on his face and looked back at him with wide eyes. He do anything he asked, if it meant he could see that smile.

Robby rubbed with jaw that ached from the gag. Dennis reached over to his bearded face and planted soft kisses, whispering about how good he'd been and how well he'd taken it. Dennis always had too much energy after sex and didn't lie still for a second. Kissing his jaw, then his face, praising him after each kiss. He slid his hand up his chest and down his arm. Robby lay still, letting the kid dote on him and waiting until he had enough energy to sit up and talk.

"Well that was certainly a nice surprise."

"So you liked it." Dennis asked sheepishly, somehow shy even after what he'd just done to the older man.

"If my reaction earlier wasn't enough, I don't know what would be."

"And you liked the-" Dennis didn't finish the sentence, instead he nodded to the crumpled panties that lay next to Robby.

"Mhm. I've got to get you more of these." Robby picked up the panties and rubbed the fabric through his fingers. "Something in a better fabric. Let me by you some next time."

He turned back to find a bashful Dennis looking down at the bed, his face flushed.

"And I didn't go to far, because we didn't talk about this before and I-"

"Den." Robby interrupted, brining his hand to his soft cheek. "It was fine. More then fine. We've already set boundaries, I would have told you if it was a problem and besides it would have ruined the surprise if you'd asked."

"Okay." Dennis murmured, but he seemed to perk up with the reassurance.

"But as we are on the subject." Robby said. "How did you get into my house? There's not a window I have to fix is there?"

"What no! I used a key." Dennis protested.

"Where did you get a key? I haven't given you one yet."

The kid grew bashful again and looked down at the sheets before muttering "Jack."

"Jack! I only gave him a key for emergencies." Robby's face pinched, baffled. And then he asked. "What did you tell him?"

Dennis was silent for a moment and then he spoke. "The truth."

"You mean you told him you needed they key I gave him for emergencies so you could surprise me with sex?"

"Sort of. Yeah." Dennis met his eyes. "I came prepared with a lie but he saw right through me."

"Okay, it okay." Robby returned his hand to the soft cheek as he started to get all flustered again. It was endlessly surprising to Robby that the same person that would push his head into mattress if the same one that now got flustered at the smallest things. "That man knows way too much about my sex life" Robby muttered to himself.

"It was a good surprise" Robby reinforced.

"Yeah?" Dennis murmured, his voice soft.