The Art Of The Fangirl

but then robby's watching dennis give him a soft kiss just to lean over and stick his tongue out for jack to spit in his mouth while gripping his jaw harshly. jack's fingering robby's cum back into dennis's hole to wring another orgasm out of him while dennis is too tired to do any more than whine in false protest. sucking the come off jack's fingers when he's done to clean them off. jack petting over dennis's stomach while he comes back to himself, smearing the cooling come over his torso in the process. the sheets under them absolutely soaked with sweat from the exertion.

except that he gets so used to that that he forgets that he really shouldn't be doing it in front of other people. so when robby comes over on a night that jack has off to do a star wars rewatch party, jack drags dennis into his lap without even thinking about it. running his hands up under the hoodie dennis is wearing and squeezing his waist. toys with the waistband of his sweats. all while carrying a conversation with a robby that is suspiciously quiet.

I'm sure this has been done before but my rules for timing was that it had to be intentional on his part, non medical and initiated by Robby himself.

I thought surely he wasn't touching Whitaker that much and over 15 hours he isn't really but compared to the others???

This is what I ended up with

So, Santos buys him one of those shitty cheap kids' water bottles (either hello kitty, Dora the explorer or frozen) to embarrass him at work so much that he'd give in and let her buy him a better one.

he meticulously plans dennis's kidnapping, and fills his house with all the necessary toys and gear to make his new puppy's life the best possible. he's prepared for dennis to fight back, to try and escape, to bite and scratch and scream, and he knows he'll just need to be patient- as soon as he gets denny collared and affixes that padlock to the buckle, he'll be well on his way to getting a sweet and docile pet. he'll be able to deal with the teething issues while he gets his puppy settled and used to being a possession.

however, it turns out so much easier than robby had ever expected. as soon as sweet dennis wakes up from his drugged state to find himself in a big soft bed with a leather dog collar locked around his neck and paw mitts on his hands, he relaxes. it feels good. when a tall, handsome man with caring eyes appears in the room and tells him in no uncertain terms that his life is not his own anymore, that he's going to be his pet and he'll make all his decisions for him, dennis cries.

he's crying out of sheer relief. this man (robby, or owner, or daddy, as he'd said) with the enormous cozy bed and soft sheets and money for tailored leather was going to own him. to feed him, and dress him, and leash him, and keep him warm and safe. when he was still a person out in the world (which denny could now refer to in the past, which sent tears of joy pouring out), he'd been worked to the bone in minimum wage jobs and gone home to an apartment with no heating, and he'd had almost no money for food. he'd been cold, and lonely and starving. he'd been permenantly exhausted. but now that was all over.

of all the things robby had been expecting, it wasn't for his new puppy to burst into *happy* tears and crawl towards where he sat on the edge of the bed to cuddle his way into his lap as he sobbed- but that was what had happened. his pet was snuggled up to him and babbling as he cried, an endless stream of "thank you, thank you, thank you daddy, thank you, love you daddy, love you..."

it made him angry to think about how hard his puppy's life mustve been before- but it didn't matter now. when he'd petted his boy and flicked at the padlock around his neck and told him it meant that the collar was never, ever coming off, and that he'd be daddy's boy forever and ever, dennis sobbed until he was red in the face, wrapping his paws and legs around his daddy like an octopus. he couldn't help it, it was exactly what he'd always dreamt of.

Robby groaned pitifully, tightening his arms around Dennis’s waist and pressing his face closer into his boyfriend’s neck. He was practically glued to Dennis's back, breathing in his scent deeply. Clingy baby.

Jack, walking in obviously into the room, paused before smirking and crossing his arms over his chest. “Ooo, hugs from behind at work? We’re getting bold now, aren’t we?”

“He’s just jelly that some guy and girl were flirting with me.” Dennis hums, reaching back to pat Robby on the head a singular time.

“Both?”

“Yup.” Dennis popped his p. “Wanted me to join their relationship.”

“Shit, you really are prime throuple material.” Jack frowned. “We need to keep you to ourselves.”

Jack walks over and bullies the papers and clipboard out of Dennis's hands, making the younger man sigh in annoyance, but allows Jack to guide his hands to wrap around his waist.

"I thought we were supposed to be professional at work?" Dennis hums, pressing a soft kiss to Jack’s waiting lips. “One could say that you’re both taking advantage of me as my superiors.”

“Such slander.”

“Such lies.”

Robby and Jack exchanged a kiss over Dennis’s head while the younger man rolls his eyes at their dramatics.

“Alright, alright, hands off you two. I’ve gotta get back to my patients.”

“Those pervs?” Jack narrows his eyes. Dennis decidedly does not answer him and simply walks out of the room with a wave of his hand.

——

“Wow, I didn’t realize they allowed models to work in the ER. You’re a fucking dream.”

Jack and Robby stopped in their tracks.

"That's the fucking room." Robby hissed. "This is where I heard them flirt with Den the first time. They're doing it again!"

“Please try to focus on moving your left arm for me.” Dennis is using his customer service voice, which could be kinda hot in some situations, but definitely not if he’s not using it on them.

Robby and Jack, like idiots, burst into the room just to stand menacingly in the doorway and glare at the patient and his girlfriend.

"Is this the troublesome patient, Dr Whitaker?" Abbot scowled, doing his best to look intimidating, and it was very easy for him to do so.

"I can get him transferred to a different hospital in one call." Robby crossed his arms and looked down at the patient. "Just say the word."

Both the girlfriend and the patient swallowed, their eyes wide in confusion and apprehension. Then they turned to Dennis for help, supposedly, because why wouldn't they?

Dennis just let out a sigh, flattered, annoyed, and just needing to get this patient out of his hair before moving on to the next one. "Alright, sir, you seem to be doing well enough. Try to avoid any strenuous activities for at least two weeks. Come back if you have any problems. A nurse will be in here shortly for last-minute questions and to check you out." He finished politely before giving a tight smile.

On the way out, he grabbed Robby and Jack by the arm, hard. "Doctors, I need to speak with you for a moment."

Jack and Robby gulped, exchanging a look and realizing they were in deep shit.

"W-wait, no, Den, I'm sorry, it was Robby's idea! Please-"

dennis smiled as he licked the sweet residue off his thumb, “oh! the older woman in central two gave it to me.” he pointed with his thumb to the curtains behind him. “i think she has some left if you want.”

trinity groaned and rubbed her forehead. “the woman who’s here for CHS?”

dennis’s face fell, “like-like cannabinoid hyperemesis syndrome?”

“yes, you dummy!” trinity stomped her foot and waved her hands around, clearly becoming overwhelmed with the situation. “did your bumpkin parents never teach you to not take candy from strangers?”

his face fell further, too worried to even attempt to defend his upbringing. “i gotta go check the label, i think.”

trinity followed closely behind him, “i’m telling robby about this, fuckleberry.”

“telling me what?” robby seemed to appear out of thin air, the fucking lurker.

trinity rolled her eyes, “dennis is gonna be high in like…thirty minutes.”