The Pitt staff are out drinking, for someone's birthday maybe, and Dennis is drunk.
He's loudly complaining about his love life to Trin (who'd of course been bragging about her's) only, with how close the two of them have become, he's not exactly holding back on details.
"Uuuuuggh. S'not fair," He groans, head on the table they're sat at, the rest of the staff scattered around the floor of the club.
Trinity pats his shoulder commiseratingly, just a tad uncoordinated.
"You'll find some hot older guy to tell you what to do and kiss you about it don't worry Huckleberry. You're a catch!" She insists.
Dennis just groans again.
"But I've already got that! Just without the kissing. I'd let them clicker train me like a dog," his voice turns wistful.
Trinity smacks him upside the head. Gently...ish.
"Let them. Sure. Beg for it more like you kinky little shit. Come on, we should probably find a ride home. You're like, wasted."
A throat clears beside their table.
"I can drive you both," Jack fucking Abbot smiles down at them, eyes locked on Dennis as his head shoots up and cheeks go pink.
Trinity does not hold back her giggles, agreeing to the ride on Dennis's behalf.
She's able to walk by herself, even if her steps are wobbly, but Huckleberry is like a baby deer when he tries to stand. Trinity would be impressed by his manipulation if it wasn't clear he's genuinely just that drunk.
But strategic stumble or not, Dr Abbot wastes no time in leaning down and helping Dennis up. Keeping an arm around his waist, he pulls the boy into his side and Dennis can't resist flopping his head into the junction where his neck meets his shoulder. He can feel the vibration of Jack chuckling and would blush if he wasn't already red-cheeked.
They're led not to the exit, but over to Dr Robby and Dennis is willing to let himself die right there because of course his married attendings would be going home together.
Unlike Jack, Robby has been drinking, though not as much as Dennis. Still, his guard is down a little more than usual and he takes hold of Dennis's chin to move his head around a little, checking his eyes in the shitty club lights with a hint of concern.
"He's just drunk, Mikey," Jack reassures and Robby hums, tucking Dennis's head back to its resting place before running his fingers through his soft curls.
Dennis isn't going to survive.
He's going to spontaneously combust.
He doesn't realise Jack is trying to walk with him again until the man's head lowers to speak softly near Dennis's ear.
"Come on, sweetheart let's go."
Dennis moves his feet.
And then. And then Jack makes a noise. Two clicks with his mouth.
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Robby refuses to engage at first. He's struggling with just how much the thought of Dennis, on all fours, tongue out, desperate for their attention, turns him on.
Jack though? He's always been a little wild. He's playful, has maintained this energy even as they grew that Robby is so fond of but is also the current cause for poor Dennis's utter misery (extreme case of blue balls)
He'll never do it when there's an actual emergency, or when everyone is rushed off their feet, patients in the hallway because there aren't enough beds. But the moments between, when things are remarkably still and everyone is a little too scared to breathe wrong lest they trigger the next wave of blood and broken bones and scrub changes (for Dennis at least), Jack strikes.
A slow smile, a ruffle of hair, a compliment on a job well done. And just when Dennis lets his shoulders drop, lets the praise and reassurance that he's doing good sink in like he figures the attending was hoping for, to see him relax, it happens.
click click
The noise from Jack's mouth. Again and again.
"Nice work today, Whitaker."
click click
"Thank you for the heads up."
click click
"You did good, kid. Really."
click click
Dennis honestly feels like he's losing his mind. And he can't even go to a club and blow off some steam because he doesn't want anyone else!
He just wants this.
The nail in the coffin? He's on day shift again, and it's been a rough one. Fifth set of scrubs and it's only 2pm kind of rough. He hasn't had time for lunch but he's resolved to push through and just try to eat as much as he can before he passes out tonight.
Except.
"Whitaker."
Uh oh. Robby doesn't sound happy, great.
"Um, yes Dr Robby?" He responds, maintaining eye contact as best he can.
He expects a lecture, or a list of patients he needs to see. He doesn't expect to be sent on break.
"But-"
"No buts. I know you haven't eaten since this morning and I will not have you collapsing on this floor. If all you have is a sandwich there's leftover curry and rice in the fridge you can reheat, Jack made extra."
Dennis flushes. He wants to protest more, to prove he's strong enough to manage but his stomach gives a traitorous growl.
Robby smiles triumphantly. And Dennis, of course, turns towards the staff kitchen.
Hucklerabbot 'puppy part inspection' ft. trans Dennis [words used for his anatomy: dick, hole, clit] and Daddy kink [mentioned once]
if you don't like don't read! not set in the clicker training universe sorryyyy
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It started as one moment. Dennis, already a little floaty from having his head manoeuvred back and forth between his partners, their hands on his jaw, as they kissed him, had finally been allowed to breathe. He was panting and his hands shook as he slipped off his (Robby's) shirt and (Jack's) shorts.
They'd done this before, had seen him like this before. Which is maybe why he is so taken aback when Jack coos.
"Aww look at our pretty puppy, Mikey. He's so little."
Dennis flushes, can feel the pink skin travel from his cheeks down to his chest.
"Don't tease the poor thing, Jack," Robby says, but he doesn't sound reprimanding. Not really.
Both men strip as they speak, helping one another with practiced hands and the sight alone is enough to really settle Dennis. Its a privilege to get a peak into just how interwind they are.
"You know I'm right," Jack insists. "Bet the pup has never even seen a cock like this."
He has. Has seen that exact cock enough times to remember it in his dreams. But it's like every word Jack speaks sends him sinking into this place where... maybe he hasn't. Maybe he still has so much to learn.
Robby huffs a fond laugh.
"Well I guess we better show him then," he says.
And then he presses his dick up against Dennis. So their tips met in a crude imitation of a kiss.
What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.
Robby shifts so his dick slides higher, so they're flush against one another and Dennis can feel his hole flutter at the tease.
Now, Dennis has only been taking T in full doses regularly for a couple months. Before that, he didn't have the money nor the insurance but Robby and Jack insisted on taking care of it. All that to say, the effects aren't all that visible yet. But what Robby says next hits him like simultaneously the most gender affirming and hot as hell thing.
"See there, puppy? One day your dick might be just like this one. You just gotta keep growing big and strong, hm?"
It's all sugary sweet and dripping with condescension and Dennis thinks he might cum just from this. Just from the feeling of Robby pressed right up against him teasing him about how little his dick is.
Jack shifts on the bed next to them and then there are two dicks pressing into him. Practically hiding his clit between them. He feels them both throb and he knows this is doing it for them just as much as it's doing it for him.
"It's okay, sweetheart," Jack grins, teeth glinting. "We'll keep an eye on you. Make sure those puppy parts are working just as they should."
***
And they do.
Dennis will be minding his own business, reading a book, making a snack, listening to his music, when he'll be grabbed at the waist and stripped. Sometimes it's just Jack, other times Robby and often it's both.
One of them will hold him steady, hiking one leg up to give a better view, or petting his hair and hushing him as he whimpers. The other will pull his lips apart, dip just the tip of a calloused finger into his hole, testing, teasing.
"Still so tight, baby."
"What a good boy."
"Always so wet, aren't you?"
They'll coo.
Then they'll pinch and rub and tug on his little dick till he's fighting in their hold, desperate for more. Only that's when they'll stop, tuck him back into his boxers and pants and give him sweet kisses till he calms down, flopping into their hold like they've already rung three orgasms from him.
It's the sweetest form of torture.
The worst is when he's just taken his shot (read: Jack or Robby has insisted on injecting it for him despite them all being literal doctors) and they know he's keyed up and horny.
It's the evening of one such day when he's brushing his teeth in the bathroom and Jack steps up behind him.
He's a little suspicious, but ultimately eased into a false sense of security when Jack just holds him, pressing a gentle kiss to his head.
Teeth brushed and face rinsed, they stand there a little longer, swaying slightly as they smile at one another through the mirror. Jack has his prosthetic on, all dressed ready to make his way to the Pitt once Robby and Dennis are in bed, and Dennis sinks into his strong hold. He knows moments like these are good for the both of them, when they'll have to be apart for the next batch of shifts.
Only.
With another kiss, this one on Dennis's neck, Jack's hands find his waistband. Dennis can't take his eyes off the man in the mirror. Slowly, his underwear is pulled down and Jack chuckles at the significant wet patch at the crotch already.
"Needy boy," he hums.
He pulls up Dennis's shirt to get a better look, then places it in the boy's hands for him to hold. A squeeze to Dennis's waist tells him without words to stand still, as Jack zips down his jeans and pulls them and his boxers down just enough to pull his dick out.
The most mortifying (unfairly sexy) part is, Jack isn't even hard. And the sight of his soft dick sliding between Dennis's legs so he can measure them up is enough to have Dennis moaning like a whore.
"Mm, I think you're growing a little big guy," Jack says, and fuck he sounds proud.
Dennis isn't going to survive this.
Jack tucks himself away again and then slides Dennis's briefs all the way off.
The shirt he's wearing goes down to mid thigh so he's covered when he lets it go, but they both know what's underneath.
He shivers.
"Go sit on your Daddy's lap," Jack instructs. "He'll be more than happy to give you a treat."
Dennis will not discuss how quickly he hightails it into the bedroom. Or how Jack's laughter following him stokes the fire in his belly even more.
clicker training Dennis excerpt: the matter of having strength and willingly putting it in someone else's hands <3
Jack whistles, short and sharp just once and Dennis turns his head to look, attention caught. Jack smiles at him, all fond, from across the room.
Robby pets his hair, fingers twirling his curls and Dennis melts into the touch.
"I've been meaning to ask," Jack starts. "What kinda dog are you, pup? Any specific breed?"
Dennis lights up. No one has ever asked him that before. And the thing is, he's thought about this extensively. There are so many options and reasons one might fit him best! But he knows who he is now, and with a gentle scratch to his scalp and a set of encouraging smiles, he explains.
"I'm a great pyrenees," he says, voice quiet to start but gaining confidence as he goes on. "They're livestock guardian dogs, big and strong but gentle too. A neighbouring farm had some when I was growing up and I used to love getting to visit, seeing them out there and how much the animals trusted them but also just how powerful they could be."
He takes a breath. Jack and Robby don't rush him, just sit there and listen.
"Except, I'm just a puppy. It's like, I have that capacity for strength and responsibility, but I don't need to worry about that just yet because I'm only little. I've got people who'll look out for me and teach me how to be good. Does that… does that make sense?"
He looks up, unsure when he stopped watching their reactions, and is greeted by soft smiles. Lines around their eyes, eyes that are shining with affection and Dennis feels himself squirm.
"That makes complete sense, puppy," Robby assures.
Jack nods, then pats his lap.
"C'mere, sweetheart. I need a snuggle."
[This isn't even for the next fic in the series I just had a lot to say]
okay but imagine... Robby and Jack taking Dennis to a club to show him off, only for other coworkers to be there...
I assume this is about clicker training au Dennis! I mayyyyy have a little something planned along those lines ;p
"Now, remember your colours when we're in there, okay sweet boy?" Robby reminds him as he and Jack set about removing Dennis's coat and shirt, leaving him in barely there shorts and his collar.
"Yes, daddy," he nods.
He's feeling a little spacey already, just the prospect of other people seeing him like this. Strangers. It has him feeling a little small, a little sweet.
click click
"Good boy," Jack coos, clipping a leash to the D-ring of Dennis's collar.
Dennis wiggles in place. Robby chuckles, ruffling his hair.
"Someone's excited, hm?"
Jack gives an experimental tug to his collar, leading them over to a cloakroom where a pretty lady takes their coats and bag and smiles at Dennis in a way that feels both affectionate and condescending.
"Manners, Den," Jack reminds him.
Dennis whines.
"Thank you," He manages. "Sorry papa."
click click
"There's our clever boy. Now, hold daddy's hand if you need to but remember I've got you right here," he sways the leash. "We've got you."
They've got him.
Dennis takes a deep breath, and they make their way inside.
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puppy Dennis with an oral fixation and rabbot who love to "inspect his teeth" to "check they're growing right" because he's teething all the time.
holding his jaw open, playing with his tongue, his teeth his gums, watching his eyes glaze over and how he starts to drool almost immediately.
cooing at him about how good he's being, what a big strong boy he is, shaking his jaw like an unruly pup when they're done and getting that dopey, loved-up smile in return.
anyway sorry for keeping you waiting with more clicker training stuff I have an exchange fic to write before I can get back to it <3
Robby and Jack being very strategic about their praise and handling of Dennis at work. Too little and he'll worry he's doing something wrong, but too much and, well.
The picture of him looking up at the two of them, eyes glassy, limbs loose, placid, sunk into that sweet space where he trusts them to do the thinking for him. It's not exactly work appropriate.
So a hand on his shoulder to guide him, a nod, a fistbump, even verbal acknowledgement of a job well done is more than welcome.
But a squeeze to the back of his neck? The poor boy's knees had almost buckled when Robby made that mistake. And Jack had needed to send him on break after he'd unthinkingly called him "pup" when teasing.
It's a delicate balance, but they're getting the hang of it.
And they can show their boy just how good he's been later. At home.
I love writing cocky, flirty Abbot, unafraid to shoot his shot with Dennis because "well yeah, of course, brother" it makes him feel like a dirty old man going after someone so young and sweet but incase you haven't noticed Dr Robinavitch, the sweet thing's into it.
That being said, I do think once that barrier breaks for Robby, he's more than happy to show Dennis just how much he wants him too.
Jack is playful, condescending in a way that makes Dennis shiver while also rewarding him with bites and kisses and cock so he knows he's making the man proud.
Robby is doting. Sweet words and even sweeter touch, willing to give Dennis anything he could ever want.
That's why the two of them together have Dennis wondering if this could even be reality. They balance each other out, the sweetness and sharpness. Dennis never getting too spoiled because Jack is there to remind him when Robby is ready to give in. Robby's soothing hands running over his back and hips while Jack bounces him up and down in his lap.
And the way they love one another too comes through with every touch, kiss, sound. None of them would have it any other way
