#prowlpascal

You and and Joel never truly got along, ever since he’d arrived in Jackson you couldn’t stand him. He always seemed to be too full of himself but didn’t seem to care for himself at the same time. It didn’t help that he was Tommy’s brother. While you had to work to be able to be recognized by everyone in Jackson, Joel got it all handed to him. You hated him. Joel caught on to how you acted towards him, he wasn’t blind. He didn’t know why you hated him, but he wasn’t going out of his way to care about you.

There had been fights, you two lived right beside eachother, it was bound to happen. Tonight you had been reorganizing your living room, something you did occasionally, kept you busy. Only the thumping of your furniture kept Joel awake when he had work the next morning. The cold was enough to piss him off, only now you were making a ruckus too. He stepped into his jeans and threw a jacket on, making his way to your place.

Joel’s fist slammed against your door, the knob rattling. Once you opened the door Joel shoved you aside, stepping into your living room. He slammed your door shut behind himself “What the hell’re you doin’? It’s damn near midnight, I’ve got work tomorrow and you’re fuckin’ moving shit around” He waved his hands around towards your messy living room. You scoffed, shaking your head “It’s not my fault you can’t sleep through some furniture moving” Joel got in your face, finger poking your sternum “You’re makin’ a damn ruckus when I’m tryin’ to sleep before I go work and do something for this town—unlike some people”

You huffed a laugh, grabbing a fistful of Joel’s hair and pulling his head back “You don’t know shit about me” Joel tensed as your fingers curled in his hair, his mind going blank as he stared at you. He subconsciously tried to pull away from your hand, but you pulled back. The more his hair was pulled, the more he’d ache “I ain’t need to know nothin’ about ya” He mumbled out, voice shaking. You stared at him confused, raising a brow with a laugh “You flustered cowboy? The hell is wrong with you” You pulled his hair again, this time earning a quiet guttural moan from Joel. Your eyes widened, letting go of his hair.

Joel shook his head “Ain’t sure what you’re talkin’ about” You laughed, crossing your arms over your chest. He shook his head again, stumbling back into your couch. Your eyes wandered over him, then down to the tent in his jeans “Well damn” you huffed a laugh “You fucking freak. You liked that” Joel’s face was flushed, eyes dark as he stared down at the floor “I ain’t like nothin’” You crawled atop Joel’s lap, knees straddling his thighs, your hand finding its way back to his hair and pulling his head back. “If you wanted to fuck you could’ve just asked nicely. I don’t bite” A groan came from Joel as you ground against his lap “unless you want me to, but that costs extra”

Joel whined as you got out of his lap and let go of his hair, unbluckling your belt and then your jeans “Knees” you barked out. And he obeyed. Joel sat with his knees on the floor in front of you, biting his lip as he watched you get your cock out of your boxers and stroke it. You pressed the tip against his lips, smirking as you stared down at him “Ahhh..” You watched as he opened his mouth at your command, licking the underside of your dick.

As Joel sucked you off, your fingers gripped his curls loosely. As he bobbed his head he did the work himself, your fingers pulling his hair when he moved. His moans vibrated against your cock, pants escaping your lips. Joel stared up with wet brown eyes, silently gazing—just watching as he pleased you. His hands gripped your hips tightly, nails digging into the skin as he continued sucking you off. Joel’s moans against your cock sent flashes of heat through your stomach, you leaned over him, panting your own moans. “Fuck Joel…-“

When you felt yourself leaking against Joel’s tongue you pulled him off by his hair, a desperate whine coming from him. You slumped onto the couch, patting your lap for him. He kicked off his own shoes and jeans, climbing into your lap “You just waltz around without any boxers? Filthy man” You snickered, kissing against the older mans sternum. He whined, pushing your head away and kissing you gently. You rubbed your cock, coating your fingers in your pre-cum before moving them to Joel’s hole.

Your fingers slid into Joel’s hole, desperate whines filling your mouth as you kissed. He gasped for air between your lips as you curled your fingers, brushing against his prostate. His knees dug into the couch as he ground against your hand, desperate for more. He had a slight dribble going down his chin as his mouth was open, moaning. You couldn’t do it anymore. You pulled your fingers out, kissing Joel to shut him up, then forced your way into his hole. He let out a shuddered cry, not something even your kiss could silence.

You two sat together, your fingers gently massaging Joel’s scalp as he adjusted. Finally, he nodded and started moving. As Joel moved on your cock you intertwined your fingers in his hair, tugging at the curls slightly everytime he moved. Joel’s hand went to his cock, his needy desperate moans filling the room as he rode you. He let out a trail of useless cusses—mainly fuck— yet still kept going without any hesitation. He felt as his pre-cum dripped against your chest, a weak laugh as he realized.

When you felt the stickiness against your chest you irked, pulling Joel’s hair back tightly, his head following. It didn’t help. Joel moaned, arching against the touch. “Oh my god- Fucckk..” He pleaded with his words. For what? He didn’t know, he didn’t need to know. You knew what he needed.

As Joel felt himself grow closer, overstimulated by how you pulled his curls and how he touched himself while fucking himself on your cock, he whined desperately. He had found his prostate with your cock, sex drunk eyes as he kept hitting the same spot. He fought back against your hand, the tug against his hair sending him over the edge. He let go of fighting, head tossing back as he finished against your chest. The sight sent you over the edge not soon after him, letting him ride you as he rode out his high.

Joel had been drunk, way too drunk for a social gathering. He was quiet and reserved into a corner as you laughed and hung around with people. Joel kept tugging at your jeans, trying to keep you right beside him. Even after you left with a kiss to assure you weren’t going anywhere he whined like a left puppy dog.

After you’d been gone no longer than three minutes Ellie walked over to you, one hand around Dina’s hip. “Joel’s uh..” She looked back, trying to not laugh at the 60 year old mad who had tears running down his cheeks “He’s crying. Got too drunk and said he misses you” You laugh alongside Ellie as you set your drink down, heading over to where Joel was. He smiled, truly looking like a dog. You took his hand and thanked Tommy before dragging him into a storage room of the hall. You shut and locked the door behind you, turning back to Joel

“Seriously? You were crying because I left?” It’d be a lie if you said it didn’t slightly turn you on. Seeing gruff survivor Joel Miller cry wasn’t a daily occurrence, and it was pathetic. Super hot. Joel frowned as he kissed your cheek down to your jaw “Jus’ missed ya…” He mumbled. Your fingers curled in his hair, tugging his head back and earning a rasped moan from him “Table” You let go of his hair and watched him get onto the table of the storage room.

Joel had a palm at his jeans, panting while he palmed himself. Once closer, you shoved two fingers into his mouth, cupping his jaw tightly “Now suck” And suck he did. Joel’s tongue worked around your fingers like they would’ve around your cock, making sure he coated everything with saliva. You shoved your fingers down, causing Joel to gag and pull away. You ripped at his flannel, ignoring the few buttons falling to the floor. “Y’know, it’s really pathetic. See you crying in front of all of Jackson” Joel whined, hands going up to your chest “Please..”

“No” Was all you muttered before forcing Joel to his knees, sliding your fingers back into his mouth “You don’t get to be greedy” Joel moaned against your fingers, tongue sliding between the two of them. You nudged Joel’s hand away from his crotch with your foot, letting it rest atop his thigh. “You’re gonna suck my fingers like you’d suck cock until I think your ready to get what you want” Joel didn’t have a single issue with that truthfully, part of him loved when he got shoved around. But he’d never admit it.

As Joel’s jaw started to ache and his jeans got a wet spot from his pre, the tears came again. He begged, trying to move your foot to his crotch, even just for some friction. You shoved your foot away from Joel’s leg, licking your lips as you stared down. “You look so pretty when you cry” You huffed a laugh, taking back your fingers. Joel presses his teary cheek against your clothed dick, turning his head to kiss the fabric of your jeans. “Fuck..” You muttered, shoving his head away to get your jeans and boxers down to your mid thigh. You used the fingers that were slathered with spit to stroke your cock.

As soon as Joel’s lips were pressed against your tip, licking the underside as he stared up at you, you tugged his hair, trying to bring him closer. He stroked your shaft, licking down to your balls. Joel’s eyes had left over wetness, the dried tears on his cheeks, he looked beautiful. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back as Joel’s calloused fingers slowly stroked you. He stopped to kiss your tip once again before taking your dick into his mouth.

As Joel bobbed his head, your grip in his hair tightened, knuckles turning white. When Joel’s pace wasn’t cutting it for you, your hips bucked just enough to make him gag. Your foot went back between his thighs, rubbing against his erection. The deeper Joel took you the closer you got, breath growing shaky. You kept thrusting into his mouth, his own his grinding against your boot.

Joel had just gotten home from working out in the snow all day, his body aching and he was beyond cold with snow in his beard and hair. When he stumbled into your shared house, hearing the sound of the water running he knew you’d gotten dinner done and were wrapping up for the night. He took a few bites of the plate you left on the counter, sighing as he ate. Joel stopped caring about how cold the food was, or how long it’d been sitting out, he was fucking hungry after working all day in the cold. He finished his food and went up to your room, leaning against the doorframe as you pulled your clothes on. He took his jacket off, along with kicking his boots off beside the door. “You gettin’ comfy?” He spoke with a tired voice, yet he still smiled as he watched you get comfy against the headboard

You smiled “Yeah, how was work? Did you see I left food on the counter for you?” Joel nodded, taking off his belt. He climbed into bed, eyes trailing down your body. He grabbed your hip, rubbing his thumb over the skin. Joel leaned in, kissing you gently. As you two kissed, Joel helped get your shirt off, your body involuntarily shivering from the cold air of your shared home. He pulled away from the kiss, burying his head in the crook of your neck while he pulled your cock out of your boxers. He stroked you gently, his calloused thumb running over the tip. While Joel stroked you, you adjusted his jeans down just enough for his cock to hit his stomach, pre-cum already dripping.

Joel bit on your shoulder, moaning as you took both cocks in your hand and started stroking. He whimpered, hands gripping your shoulders tightly. He purred, his voice shaky “Yeah…just like that darlin’…just like that” The sounds that fell from his parted lips were like heaven, something you never got to hear when Joel was on top. But with both of you in your hands, he was letting go like there was nothing else in the world. You felt your pre-cum drip against both your cocks, a shudder going down your back.

As tired as the older man was, he still ached for you. He bucked his hips up, cock sliding against yours while you still jerked both of you off. He moaned against your neck, continuing to buck his hips to try and get more friction against your cocks. He was exhausted, just wanting to cum and fall asleep. He moved your hand off, replacing it with his own roughed up one. His pace was faster, thumb running up and down the tip of your cock.

DBF!Joel who always stared a bit too much when you’d come down to get him and your father beers, fingers lingering against yours a second too long.

DBF!Joel who loves your chest beyond anything, he can’t stop himself from staring in the summer out by the pool.

DBF!Joel whose touches seem a bit too intentional to not be innocent, but him grabbing your hips as he walks by isn’t something for concern.

DBF!Joel who leaves clothes he thinks you’d look good in on your bed, already washed and folded, just how you would fold them to be put up.

DBF!Joel who helps you out whenever you need it, giving you rides home, making you dinner while your dad’s gone, cleaning up the place, anything to help you.

DBF!Joel who loves letting you sit beside him during game days, running his fingers through your hair while him and your father watch the game.

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DBF!Joel who bends you over your dads couch and fingers you rough, without a single care of being found out. He tells you to shut up, covering your mouth, but doesn’t stop rubbing your spot.

DBF!Joel who holds your arms away do you can’t tough yourself while he’s fucking you slowly, teasing and torturing you.

DBF!Joel who loves seeing the marks he left on you, purple riddled neck, and loves asking about them in front of your dad even more. “Who gave y’those sugar?” He drawls his words out, a smirk as you find an answer.

DBF!Joel who smokes cigarettes while he fucks you raw, saying condoms cost too much while a new pack of cigarettes lay in his back pocket.

DBF!Joel who pushes his whole length in at once, praising you while you take it all at once. Even while you cry and insist he’s too big he keeps fucking you.

DBF!Joel who makes you grind against his filthy work boots, saying if you really wanted to cum you’d cum on his shoe while you suck him off.

DBF!Joel who constantly talks about knocking you up, showing your dad who you belong to.

DBF!Joel who loves watching his cum drip out of you, even using it as lube when he decides you both aren’t exhausted enough.

DBF!Joel who easily manhandles you, enjoying tossing you over his shoulder then back onto your bed like you weigh nothing.

DBF!Joel who sneaks you into your bathroom and fucks you relentlessly while your dad calls you asking about dinner. He even makes sure to make noises of his own.

DBF!Joel who gets drunk and becomes a puddle for you, even crying underneath you while you ride him. “Please…I need to taste you” He begs like he isn’t normally fucking you like your a fleshlight.

DBF!Joel who sends you pictures of his morning wood everyday, then a video when he finishes —if he even had the time to jerk off— asking if you liked it.

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DBF!Joel who no matter what, always makes sure to clean you gently and get you some water once he makes sure you cum. He’s rough, but not a douchebag.

Joel took you everywhere, he made sure you and Ellie were always safe. So once you were all at Jackson, he felt like he lost a bit of his purpose. Ellie was safe, and you were too. He was just Joel in Jackson. Which is why he took on runs, anything to help out, make himself feel useful. He still enjoyed taking you on runs, this time was no different.

The older man got the truck packed while you grabbed some clothes. Joel wanted to fill the truck with supplies so you knew you’d be gone for a while. You made sure to give Ellie a kiss on the cheek before climbing into the passenger seat of the truck.

It had been a week and Joel was always driving, and when he wasn’t he was grabbing things or sleeping. You were on the way back to Jackson and you both needed energy. You leaned over Joel’s lap while he rambled about nonsense on how he didn’t find everything he wanted. Slowly you undid his belt, Joel’s head turning down to you “I- What the hell’r you doin’? We’re on the road” You lifted your head “Keep driving, I want to get to Jackson by tonight”

Joel shuddered but kept driving, trying to ignore the way your hands undid his jeans. Your lips pressed against the cloth around his dick, pre-cum already leaking. His hips bucked slightly as his breath shook “Fuck..” He muttered

After a bit Joel grew impatient, he needed your mouth so badly. He craved it. It had been a week since he felt your mouth, let alone anywhere near his cock. He was touch starved from going to sex daily, then nothing for a week. You caught onto his neediness, pulling his boxers down just enough for his cock to come out.

His tip was against your lips, the salty flavor of his pre seeping between your lips. His cheeks were dusted pink, head slightly back while he still kept his eyes on the road. He wasn’t worried about cars, but more so trees or railing or even infected.

Joel’s pubes brushed against your cheek while your hand made its way down his length. His breath hitched as he slightly swerved “Joel, calm down” You looked up, watching him nod with a sharp inhale. “Yeah- Yeah calm down”

You brought your head up to his tip, slowly licking. His soft groans filled the almost silent truck. He needed you, he hadn’t felt your touch recently which made him even more pent up. When you started licking up his shaft he tossed his head back, causing the truck to swerve a bit. He almost immediately looked back in shock, forcing his eyes to stay on the road. Even if it took everything to not look down at you.

Joel brought one hand to your hair, guiding you up and down his cock. He was trying his damndest to not buck his hips, he knew you’d kick his ass if he did. You gripped onto his boxers before pushing your head down all the way. As Joel felt you choke against his cock he let out a long string of moans, his grip tightening in your hair. “Holy- Fuck I can’t-“

Your saliva dripped from Joel’s cock to his boxers, not that either of you cared in the moment. He let go of your hair to grab a fistful of your ass, not caring if he left a few mark. He felt himself growing loose as your tongue coated his shaft, cheeks a bright red.

As Joel grew closer and your jaw ached, he just had to pull over, he was going to lose his mind. His whimpers filled the truck as he pulled into a patch of grass on the side of the road. He led out a string of nonsense as you kept bobbing your head, his pre leaking into your mouth.

“Wa..wait I’m close, I’m close-“ Joel’s grip on your ass grew tighter as he tossed his head back, moans of just your name and random curses filled the air as he came. You pulled away, swallowing and bringing a hand to your jaw “Fuck..”

It took Joel a bit before he composed himself again and was back on the road to Jackson. He kept a hand on your thigh, gently tracing shapes as they pulled into the gate.

Jack hadn’t had a heat in almost 15 years, the army effected his cycle alongside his age. So it wasn’t a shock whenever he stopped having his heat in his mid thirties, it was honestly longer than he’d expected to have them. He never had an issue with it, his scent was still there—although in recent years it’s faded to almost nothing due to his age— and he assumed he couldn’t carry, which was perfect for him. Jack never planned to have kids, even with his ex wife, he just didn’t want the burden of pups.

Whenever the Pitt Fest shooting happened, Jacks scent was practically nonexistent. With the lack of scent and not being able to smell others scents as easily, he did his job a lot faster than say the new med student; Dennis Whitaker. The kid was half of Jacks age and acted like he got his second gender a year before. He was still very wary around patients that come in for heat related issues, and was very territorial of everyone else who worked in the hospital—specifically the ER. Jack didn’t bother caring about that though. The kid worked days and Jack worked nights, the only time they’d cross paths after this was during shift change.

During the mass casualty event, Jack caught Dennis getting awfully close to him. He didn’t understand why. The kid seemed to just be curious or needing help so he didn’t understand, until he was outside on the roof with Robby. After he’d finally talked his friend down, Robby spoke up with a laugh “You spend time with Whitaker?” Jack stared over confused “He’s just been kinda hovering, but not enough for you to notice” Robby hummed as he walked “You think he’s taken a liking to you?” He laughed until his ribs ached, shaking his head “You’re funny brother”

It wasn’t until that night while Jack laid in bed, part of him aching, did he realize the young alpha was scenting him. He probably didn’t even notice it either. That’s what was dangerous. He needed to put distance between the kid and himself.

When he’d finally gotten back to work he stopped by his locker first, pausing at the small trinkets inside. Jack knew exactly who it was, he wondered how the hell they got in there though. Robby. The man thought it was funny that Dennis took such a liking to Jack, but Jack didn’t find it humorous in the slightest. Although, the one large item he noticed didn’t seem too bad. An older jacket, it fit him perfectly, must’ve been huge on Whitaker. He slid it on, almost instinctively pressing his nose to the collar where the kids scent glands would’ve been when he wore it. Jack was never getting rid of this.

After his shift Jack was exhausted, but he had to see the young alphas reaction to him in the jacket. First though, he slid a small piece of paper into Dennis’ locker. He stood at the nurses station, just covering his waiting as checking up on patients. When he heard that familiar laugh he smiled slightly, just continuing to go over his patient charts. He turned his head and saw Dennis and Santos—another med student he’d noticed during Pitt Fest— both standing and staring at him. Dennis’ face was red, he was absolutely frozen, while Trinity seemed more confused; confused why Dennis was acting like that and why the hell the nightshift attending had Dennis’ old jacket. Jack started to walk over, he didn’t even know what for, but Dennis almost immediately left to the bathroom. Poor boy. It was almost hilarious how pathetic he seemed for an alpha.

Jack made it back to his place exhausted. He tossed his stuff down onto the floor beside the door, taking off his prosthetic and grabbing his crutches. He made his way to his room, changing into sweatpants and a hoodie, tossing Dennis’ jacket onto the bed. He opened his curtains and window slightly, purring at the breeze. He got comfortable under his covers, holding the jacket to his nose as he fell asleep.

Whenever Jack woke up it was already 4pm, the windows of his room cracked open to let the cool air in. He sat up and grabbed the crutches he kept by his bed, making his way up and to the kitchen. He made himself breakfast—which was technically an early dinner according to time—and sat back in his living room. He put his glasses on and read while he ate, once again subconsciously leaning into the scent of the jacket he was still wearing. Jack had finished his food, nose still buried in the jacket collar. He purred when he found exactly where it would’ve rest against Dennis’ scent gland. It didn’t take long before he’d fallen asleep to the smell of the young alpha.

It was well past dark whenever he woke up to a text, a groan as he looked around for his glasses. He found them resting on his chest. Jack put them aside and grabbed his phone. 7pm. He definitely didn’t plan to fall asleep, let alone for hours. He checked the text—an unknown number— and huffed after

hey jack, it’s dennis

Jack laughed, grabbing his crutches from beside the couch and sliding his phone into his pocket. He made his way to his room, slumping onto his bed

Hey kiddo, you mean to leave your jacket in my locker?

yeah sorry…i’ll take it back if you need me to

Don’t worry about it.

Jack wasn’t surprised after the conversation with Dennis, he already knew that the kid had no idea what he was doing. He could tell the alpha didn’t purposefully court and scent him, but he was still doing it. Jack laid back, head turned towards his window. He slid the jacket off, holding it above his face. The scent calming him from any nerves he’d seemed to have. Part of Jack wondered why all of a sudden he could smell scents; especially Dennis’. But that other part didn’t care, just wanting more of the boys sweet scent.

Jack looked around his room, a soft hum as he sat up. He took all of his blankets off and pushed them to the side, slowly starting to arrange the blankets. It took him at least an hour to get it exactly how he wanted it. He smiled as he laid the jacket right by his pillow, purring as he laid down in his nest. While he buried his face in the jacket he wondered the last time he made a nest. It had to be at least 20 years ago before he joined the army.

It was that next night he noticed it. That itchy heat under his skin. Jack brushed it off, he had a job to do. He wasn’t doing this now. He put a scent patch on before he left the house, already annoyed. He’d lost Dennis’ scent in the jacket by the time he woke up, having smelt it all day and night. By the time he got to the hospital he was already beyond irritated. The waiting room was packed, and he could already smell the scent of other omegas easily. He had a headache. What didn’t help was the arguing he heard as soon as he got into the emergency room. There was an alpha yelling at a nurse, shoving her around while he reeked of rut. Jack covered his nose in disgust, shaking his head as he started his way to the lockers.

Before he even got to his locker though, he heard Dennis. He tensed, immediately going back over, scoping out the interaction. “Sir I’m going to need you to step back. We cannot treat you in rut if you deny medication” The man barked back at Dennis “I have a burn, you’re fucking doctors!” After he yelled he shoved Dennis back, and without thinking Jack went up and swung. He stepped back, his knuckles aching. Everyone just stared, Jack acting aggressive wasn’t like him at all. Dennis ignored the alphas shouting, grabbing Jack and pulling him to the staff room.

Dennis sat him down, kneeling in front of him. He let off that scent Jack had been chasing for hours. Dennis took Jacks hand and looked over his knuckles. He tensed as he looked up to him “Are you okay, Doctor Abbot?” Jack hummed as he looked down, nodding. Dennis shook his head and got up, grabbing Jacks hand “You need to go home Jack” Jack shook his head, trying to get up. Dennis grabbed his arm “I’ll take you home” Jack could tell he was asking, but needed to seem like he had some control. He just nodded as the left. “You go to your car, I’ll be out there in a minute” He let Jack go before going to the nurses station.

Dennis waited for the nightshift charge nurse, rubbing his face with his palms. He could smell Jacks heat and he knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself in the car with him for that long. When he finally calmed himself after having talked to the charge nurse, letting her know Jack would be out, he got out to the car and slid into the drivers seat. “Everyone can smell you Jack” He mumbled as he started to Jacks house.

Dennis didn’t know what happened. His hand was fumbling with Jacks scrubs and stroking his cock before they even made it out of town to Jacks cabin. He could smell the slick, the heat, Jack. Jack was all he was thinking about. Dennis barely made it to Jacks place, helping him out of the car and following him to his room. Jack stood nervously at the door as Dennis inspected the nest, hands in his pockets and cheeks red. He smiled and hummed as he watched Dennis kick off his shoes and climb into the nest.

Jack followed, taking off his shirt as he did. Once he rested into the nest he let Dennis take his scrub pants off, then guided him to get his prosthetic off. It took a bit and some giggles but once it was off they were back on eachother like animals; like the animals they were. Dennis gently ran his fingers up Jacks amputated leg, all the way up to his cock. He kissed the older man deeply, pulling him into his lap and grinding up against his leaking hole. “You’re already leaking Doctor Abbot…” He hummed, smelling the spike in Jacks scent at him calling him doctor.

Jack whimpered, trying to get his shirt off while he kissed Dennis. He tossed the shirt aside, Dennis pausing as he stared. “Shit-“ He purred as he looked at the stretch marks and scars over Jacks body. It drove him crazy. He kissed Jacks pecs, his chin rubbing against the salt and pepper stubble against his chest. He eyed him up, then kissed up to his scent gland. He rubbed his own against Jacks, scenting him directly. Jack purred with a smile, closing his eyes.

Dennis laid Jack on his back gently, then carefully got his boxers off and tossed them aside with his shirt. He paused and looked down at the mass amount of slick against Jacks hole and thighs. He pulled the older man’s legs around his hips, the one a bit of a struggle more than the other, but got comfortable. He stroked his cock, then carefully lined up with Jacks hole “You’re so pretty like this Doctor Abbot…you’re so beautiful” He hummed as he slowly pushed into Jack, whines coming from under him “My pretty omega” He purred

Jack wrapped his arms around Dennis’ neck, holding onto him as he looked into his eyes. Dennis slowly thrusted, the slick from Jack making it all easier for both of them. Dennis kept his head down on Jack, fucking into him deep and slow. He ducked his head down, kissing Jack slowly. His cross tangling with Jacks dog tags, another laughable moment between the two—even while Dennis was still fucking him. They slowly untangled the chains around both their necks, a soft giggle from Jack when Dennis’ cross hit his nose.

The scent of Jacks heat filled Dennis’ nose subtly, he knew it wasn’t long before they were both fucking like animals, no rhyme or reason, just primal instinct. He already felt himself slowly get riled up at Jacks scent, part of him worried for a rut, the other part begged for it, to share his first time in rut with Jack while he was in heat. It seemed almost poetic.

Jack was old and it was his first heat in years, he was struggling to not finish. Dennis could tell, he could smell the pre cum dripping from his cock. He leaned down and bit into Jacks scent gland, thrusting into him. Jack almost immediately finished, back arching against Dennis, his cock spurting against his chest. Dennis kept going though, he pulled away, eyes dark as he stared down at the mark he’d left on his attending. Fuck.

There was no going back for him. The scent of Jacks heat already set him off, he already marked an omega twice his age, his rut was the last thing he needed—yet it still came. His fingers traced over Jacks stomach then down to the soft muscle towards the bottom of his torso “You want me to put pups in you Doctor Abbot?” He hummed out, not even considering what he was actually saying. “You’d have my pups..” He felt his heart racing at the thought of it, his omega carrying his pups. Dennis buried his nose in the scent gland again as he felt his knot to form. Jack moaned into Dennis’ ear, nails digging into his back as he just nodded. He wanted Dennis and he was going to milk that poor kid dry.

It was hours before they were even aware enough to clean up and eat, Dennis apologizing profusely for marking Jack without any warning, but he didn’t seek to mind it. For once in his life he got what he wanted. Part of it at least. Jack laid his head on Dennis’ chest, tracing shapes against his bicep “Did you mean what you said earlier” He asked without even thinking, mouth moving before he could form a thought. Dennis didn’t hesitate to nod “Of course” Jack smirked, grunting as he climbed back atop the younger man’s lap “Yeah? Then we try for pups staring now”

Dennis truly needed the money, he’d donated plasma and blood, then picked up more day shifts, but the truth was the night shift would be the jackpot. Nobody wanted to work so they were desperate to get people on shift. The first few shifts he’d picked up made him beyond exhausted, but by the fifth shift he’d gotten the swing of things. During the day Dennis realized he needed to do laundry, but fell asleep before he could go to the laundromat. He grumbled as he got ready after his shower, putting on light pink cotton panties with red hearts and lace, and a little bow on the front. He slipped his scrubs on and sighed, mentally begging he didn’t get fluids on him.

Once he got to the ER he was already shoved into the chaos. A sick child, constant vomiting and dehydration. When he went in he’d gotten puked on, great. The first patient of the day and he was already filthy. He nodded to let one of the night shift nurses take over as he changed his scrubs. He snuck off and changed into a patient gown then took his scrubs to the dispenser. After trading them out he went to the bathroom, clothes in hand.

Jack had just finished with an older man who had an asthma attack when he saw Dennis at the scrub dispenser. He looked down and saw the pink panties with the hearts, the lace outlining his ass. He huffed a laugh as he watched him scurry away. Once he saw the coast was clear he followed behind Dennis, going into the bathroom. He knocked on the stall, leaning against the door “Hey kiddo, you know you were flaunting your ass to the whole ED” He laughed “Looked good, though I’m wondering why you’ve got panties on” Dennis paused, face going hot as he realized what he was wearing. He had his scrub pants already up and tied, the shirt still discarded “Did anyone else see?”

Jack shrugged “Not that I know of, then again the place isn’t exactly the most silent during the night” He caught himself with the q-word, just wanting to get the shift over with. Dennis groaned as he carefully unlocked the stall and peeked his head out “But you saw, and you came in here. Am I fired?” He practically whined out his words, scared of losing his job. Jack just laughed, that same laugh Dennis had heard whenever he teased Robby or joked with other veterans that came into the ER. It was disgusting how wet it made Dennis.

Jack shook his head “You’re not fired kid, just came to check on you” He stepped inside the stall, locking it behind himself. He crossed his arms “Get your scrubs on, I don’t need my residents slacking. Or naked, that one definitely isn’t good” Dennis nodded quickly and turned around, his back to Jack. He bent down to grab the scrub shirt, the lace of the underwear peeking from his pants. “Fuck…” Jack muttered under his breath, feeling his cock harden. He tried to get his mind out of the gutter, but with the view he had, he just couldn’t.

“Turn around” Jack tensed after he spoke, realizing he sounded more demanding than he meant to. Dennis obeyed though, turning around nervously. He had his arms in the shirts sleeves, not having pulled it on yet. “Fuckk…” Jack rubbed his face, mumbling to himself again “Michael’s gonna kill me” He shook his head before going over to Dennis. The younger boy stared up, hands nervously playing with the string of Jacks scrub pants. It didn’t take much before Jack was making out with Dennis, teeth hitting eachother, tongues clashing, it was a mess. Whenever Dennis pulled away Jack thought he might die; his deep kiss-red lips, the saliva that trickled down his chin, his big eyes, so trusting, up to Jack. He had to break this kid.

Jack tugged down Dennis’ pants, kneeling with a pop of his bones. He was face to face with those panties that got him riled up in the first place, Dennis’ wetness right in front of him. He didn’t even bother pulling them down, pressing his lips against Dennis’ already hard cock. He had to examine this someday, he had to examine all of Dennis someday. For now he had to fuck him though.

Jack licked up Dennis’ cock before getting back up, helping him step out of his scrubs. He kissed him again, fingers rubbing Dennis’ cock over the panties, the slick against his fingers. He turned him around bent Dennis over, making him lean against the wall. “You look so fucking pretty like this kiddo…gonna drive me insane” He huffed a laugh as he felt Dennis get more wet at the nickname. He leaned down and pulled Dennis’ panties to the side and lined his cock up with his hole “You like that Whitaker? When I call you kiddo?” He didn’t let the younger man speak, sliding his whole length into Dennis.

Dennis cried out, his nails digging into the wall. Jack let him adjust, kissing down his back while stroking his cock, mumbling sweet nothings under his breath. when Dennis gave a nod Jack did too, even if he couldn’t see it. He slowly started fucking Dennis, making sure he always hit his g-spot. While he thrusted he matched the pace with Dennis’ cock, enjoying feeling how wet he was getting. Dennis looked back to get a glimpse of Jacks face. The older man bit his lip, chest heaving, cheeks red, curls falling, he looked beautiful. When Jack noticed Dennis looking at him he pulled him into a kiss.

Dennis moaned into Jacks mouth as he sped up fucking him, knowing they’d been gone too long. He had to get Dennis to finish. Jack pulled out for a second, just to turn Dennis around and pick him up. He tilted his chin and started kissing him again, desperate and raw. Dennis was stroking himself, leaking pre cum all over his thighs and Jacks cock. He whimpered, grabbing onto Jacks curls “Doctor Abbot-“ He sounded like a puppy, just wanting to be pet.

Jack nodded “I know, you can do it come on kiddo” He didn’t slow his pace with Dennis, making sure he matched the speed that his hand was going. It didn’t take long before Dennis was leaning back against the wall, whimpering as he tightened against Jacks cock. Finally Jack got rougher, slow and controlled. Dennis stroked his cock till he came, head tossing back against the wall with a moan. Jack slapped a hand over his mouth, the tightness of Dennis making him finish alongside him.

After they’d both finally rode out their highs Jack just pulled Dennis’ panties up and helped him into his scrubs. He leaned down, kissing up his jaw to his ear “I want to see you still full after shift. I’ll take you home” Jack kissed Dennis, gentle, loving, before he left the bathroom.

It had been proven multiple times before that Dennis couldn’t handle his liquor. The first time he got so drunk with Trinity she had to cover for him at work the next day. The most recent time was when he went for a few drinks with Robby, stumbling over his own two feet after a beer and a single shot.

When Dennis had gotten invited to Robby’s new years party he automatically agreed, it was better than how he’d planned to spend it—a bottle of beer and his camera by the lake. He’d gotten back home and showered, making sure his hair was perfect, even applying cologne on certain areas more than once. Just in case. Once he was finally ready he went over to Robby’s place.

As he stood in Robby’s place, a cup of bourbon in his hand he watched as Abbot and Robby spoke, laughed, Robby had his hand on Jacks shoulder. Dennis hated it. He wanted to be the one he had his hands on, he wanted to be in Jacks spot. And everyone could tell. As much as Dennis thought he was subtle, everyone at the party saw him undressing Robby with his eyes. He just kept sipping his drink, not caring as the alcohol hit him. He finished the cup, irking at the burn down his throat “Fuck..-“ He stumbled to the kitchen, catching Robby’s eye.

Robby pat Jacks shoulder and nodded “I’ll talk to you later, I need to get this kid home” He sighed, making his way to Dennis. He held the boys arms before he went to pour another drink “You’re gonna be hungover tomorrow. No more drinks kiddo” Dennis felt a shiver go down his back, a slow nod as he let Robby put the bottle down. He led him to the doorway, grabbing his keys, and then going outside. Robby got Dennis in the front passenger seat of his truck, then climbed into the drivers side. He turned his head to the younger man “What were you thinking? Everyone knows you can’t handle your alcohol, yet you drank a whole cup of Jefferson. You’re gonna hate yourself tomorrow” Dennis turned his head let out a laugh, almost instantaneously pulling Robby in for a kiss.

Robby paused, like everything froze—but it wasn’t everything, he felt the younger boys lips against his. It took him a second but he pulled away “Kid, you need to get home” Dennis whined, his hand fumbling with Robby’s belt buckle. He didn’t stop him. He mumbled under his breath, pulling Dennis into a rough kiss, teeth clashing, tongues against each other, it was a mess. Robby pushed back his seat and let it down, part of him still wanting to make sure Dennis knew what he was doing “Den…Fuck..Kid come on” He panted as he felt the younger man crawl into his lap, grinding against his cock.

Dennis slid his shirt off, unclasping the binder that was under it. He let it slump into the passenger seat, watching as Robby’s chest heaved, his pupils filling most his eyes. “Den- Fucking hell..” Robby pulled Dennis down, taking one of his breasts against his lips. Dennis whined, a hand undoing his jeans and rising his hips to get them off. His moans filled the small space of the truck, along with an old radio station playing from when Robby turned it on. Once he was out of his jeans he slid a hand into his boxers, taking his cock between his index and middle finger. Robby bit against Dennis’ nipple, rolling it against his tongue. He lifted Dennis off his hips enough to get his cock out of his jeans and boxers.

Dennis bit his lip, stripping off his boxers and slowly grinding against the older man’s dick. Whenever their heads would touch Dennis thought he’d lose his mid, Robby just watched. Watched as Dennis’ folds slid over his cock, how he leaked, how his dick looked so neglected. He smirked, bringing his thumb down and rubbing his clit. Dennis tossed his head back “Robby- Fu..Holy shit-!” He whined, a hand going over the now neglected breast. He rolled his nipple between his thumb, burying his head in Robby’s neck to shut himself up. Robby let go of Dennis’ cock, lifting him up and gently lining his own dick and the younger man’s hole “C’mon Den”

Dennis nodded, biting his lip as he slowly lowered himself onto Robby’s cock. He let out a low moan as he felt Robby rub against his g-spot, a pathetic whimper when he stopped because he’d hit his cervix. As he tried to force the rest in Robby paused, holding his waist between his hands “Hey- No, don’t force it all in there. What can happen if your cervix gets bruised?” He had Dennis riding his cock as he asked, drool going down his lips as he tried to think. “Uh- Hphh-Fuck! Bleeding…nausea…vomiting, abdominal pain-!” Robby nodded “There you go, good job. Good job kid”

Dennis didn’t bother caring though, he could deal with those risks later. He winced as he pushed Robby the rest of the way in, tears streaming down his cheeks. He paused with all of the older man’s cock in him, head back as he whimpered. Robby gently cupped his cheek, rubbing it “Take your time..” He let him bury his head against the crook of his neck.

After Dennis finally adjusted he nodded, letting Robby move his hips. As the pain faded to pleasure, Dennis moaned against Robby’s ear, his hand going back down to his own cock. Robby was mesmerized as he watched Dennis riding his cock while stroking his own, he leaned up and kissed down his collarbones to his breasts again.

Dennis could feel himself grow closer, something he was always ashamed of. He tightened against Robby’s cock, whining as his movement became less coordinated. The older man’s caught on, taking Dennis’ hands away from his clit and rubbing it with his own fingers. “Ro- Oh my god- Michael I’m gonna cum-!” He whined, loud against Robby’s ear “I know, I know kid” Robby pulled Dennis into a kiss, his fingers growing restless and his hips keeping the same pace. It didn’t take long before Dennis came, dripping against Robby’s cock. He let him ride out the high before pulling him off, letting him go back to the passenger seat.

Robby took his cock into his own hand, head leaning back as he started stroking himself. He watched Dennis watching him, the way he bit his lip, rubbing his cunt again despite having his boxers back on. It drove him insane. He pulled Dennis closer by the collar of the shirt he’d put back on, his cock a few inches away. Before Dennis knew it Robby had finished against his face, an eye closed as he looked up. “Shit- Got carried away sorry Den” Dennis nodded, wiping the cum from his face, watching as Robby got situated back in his jeans. “I’ll take you home, we can finish there” As they drove—Dennis with his clothes back on just for them to be taken off when they got to his apartment— Robby had his fingers inside Dennis, curling to rub his g-spot as they drove. When they finally got to Dennis and Trinitys shared apartment Robby didn’t bother parking neatly, taking Dennis up to the apartment.