The Fuzz

1.) He discovered this one early into their relationship, when the sex came easier than the actual emotions of it all. When Jack would grip Dennis's hips with his massive hands and dig his thumbs into the divot of Dennis's hips where the nerves there made him tremble. Dennis tried to grip anything else- the pillows, the sheets, his own hair, before one particular down stoke and Jack's thing with his tongue made Dennis's back bow off the bed. His hands flew down before he could control it, tangling in his silver curls and tugging. Even if he hadn't heard the moan that Jack let out, the vibrations of it down his shaft made Dennis squirm as he gasped out his name. Jack only came up for air once Dennis had came down his throat, shaking apart in his grip. A faint flicker of curiosity crossed Dennis's brain as he tugged on the curls covering the crown of his head. Jack groaned, his eyelids drooping for a second as the feeling rocked through him before his eyes darted up to Dennis's and he let out a huff of air. He continued his crawl up to bracket Dennis with his arms, craning his neck down.

"Jesus kid, warn a guy." He croaked, pressing a kiss to Dennis's lips. "Are- are you blushing? Do you like when I do that?" Dennis asked when they parted, still a little breathless and now a little coy at his discovery. It was clear now- a blush colored the man's tan, freckled cheeks. "Den-nis-" Jack started, only to groan out the second syllable as Dennis tugged again. Dennis grinned and leaned up to kiss him. "That's hot." "It's childish, is what it is. 50 years old and I still like getting my hair pulled like I'm a teenager." Jack grumbled into Dennis's neck, trying to kiss down Dennis's neck in a way he knew would distract him, the bastard.

"No it's not, it's hot. Stupid hot. I like making you a little crazy, you do it to me all the time." Dennis whined as Jack's teeth worried at the skin by his collarbone. "Hey, you're doing that on purpose-!" "If you can talk still I'm not doing my job right, honey." Jack mumbled into his skin, kissing down his chest as Dennis huffed out a sigh of exasperation and let it go. He'd tuck it into his back pocket for later.

2.) To say that he was caught off guard by the smell of chocolate and Guinness when he stepped into his home was an understatement. He felt his breath snag somewhere, maybe on his ribs, maybe on the ragged edges of the hole his wife had left, as he tried not to stumble his way into the kitchen. Seeing Dennis's broad back and curly dark blonde hair as some easy listening played in the background brought an odd mix of heart warming affection and gentle melancholy. Dennis looked over his shoulder and smiled brightly.

"Hey! Sorry, I- hands were full with frosting stuff, I didn't hear you come in!" Dennis gingerly set down the piping bag and walked around the island to give him a peck on the cheek. "I hope it's okay I'm making a mess in here, I just.. um, I found this recipe? And I thought since it was your birthday tomorrow I'd make it?" From the small box of recipes tucked into the corner on the counter by the kitchenaid that had been collecting dust was a recipe for "Jack's Birthday Cake." Jack took it from Dennis's hold and thumbed the round edge. Seeing Liz's handwriting on that beaten up little index card squeezed Jack's heart just a bit.

"Yeah- yeah, Den, go nuts. Ask Robby, I could probably burn water if I tried to bake something." He mustered up, giving Dennis back the card as he peered at the cake still half-frosted on the counter. "Lord knows this stuff just collects dust otherwise. I got it to be used." God, when did Dennis get so close to his sore spots? "I know it's not your birthday yet but- do you want to have some now?" "It's close enough. Only, what, a couple more hours?" "17, actually." "Mm, semantics."

Jack slid onto a stool as Dennis plated a few slices. He could tell Dennis was nervous about his reaction as he cut into the moist looking cake with his fork and brought it to his mouth.

It was just as delicious as he remembered it. Jack savored the bite before swallowing it and clearing his throat a bit of the rich frosting. "I haven't… it's been a while since I've had this, I'm- thank you, sweetheart." Jack blinked away the concerning prickly burn in his eyes- Jesus should he get checked for something?- as Dennis's smile softened and he gave Jack another longer, gentler kiss.

3.) "I should have known you had ulterior motives." Jack grumbled as he smacked Dennis's wandering hand away, breaking their kiss as Dennis chuckled. "You fuckin' menace." "Am I not allowed to enjoy my boyfriend's assets?" Dennis asked with a small pout as he wiggled out of his jeans, tossing them in a small pile in the corner of the bathroom. "I'm getting harassed by my coworker half my age, I should report you to HR." "I'm your- yeah, you know what, go ahead. Tell them I keep you in the basement too." The sound of the water hitting the tile filled the room with white noise while he unfolded the shower bench. "Yeah, this kid gropes my ass and keeps a disabled vet in his basement. I get food and water, sunlight on the weekends." "Who gave you internet access? I took your phone away when you tried to call the cops." "Santos shows me TikToks when I'm allowed out to go to work." Jack smiled at Dennis's giggle, standing up to hold out an arm for Jack to take. Dennis grunted as Jack pulled himself up and grabbed the bar with his other hand, lowering himself carefully onto the bench. "Don't you ever grunt again when helping me up, you're making me feel fat."

Jack harrumphed as Dennis laughed again, giggling over his grumblings as he settled on the shower floor between Jack's legs. Suds began sluicing over Dennis's shoulders as Jack worked his hands through Dennis's curls, the soft citrus scent steaming the air as Dennis closed his eyes and hummed. He almost missed it- the way Dennis tilted his head and pressed his lips to the skin of his calf while he was tilting Dennis's head forward to suds up the curls at his nape. He huffed as he felt his cheeks prickle with what he knew was a blush. "You sap." He murmured, tugging on his curls lightly and making him straighten again. "Mmm, yeah." Dennis turned himself around and took his calf in his hand, dipping his head to press a firmer kiss to his shin. Jack hated how it made his stomach flip. "Oh my god, I gotta beat you off with a stick." Jack spluttered, jerking his leg out of Dennis's hold. "What's gotten into you?" "Just want to kiss my boyfriend, is that illegal?" Dennis pouted up at him. Jack leaned over him to unhook the shower head from the wall and brought it over his hair instead of answering.

4.) Jack never wanted Dennis to feel like he wished he was a woman.

He still liked lingerie, was the problem. He liked when his wife would put on something pretty in whatever color she decided to wear. He kind of missed the feel of his on his hands when he would pet her sides, or the thrill of seeing the strap peak over the waistline of her pants. He liked seeing her shine with that kind of soft confidence of wearing something pretty just for herself.

Dennis had those moments, but it was things like sneakers or a new button up he felt good in. And that was fine. He loved seeing Dennis confident in what he wore.

The incident occurred on his birthday. Dennis had been weird and giggly all morning, rocking on the balls of his feet as Jack finished the breakfast Dennis had made him before saying that he had Jack's gift upstairs. He remembered being a little touched that Dennis made sure to shuffle his feet as he walked behind him, that he expected the hands that went over his eyes and Dennis's voice trying for something sultry as he murmured, "Wanna see your gift?"

It was a joke. It was obviously a joke. The way the cups of the bra gaped from his chest with nothing to fill them, to the glimpse of his dick not even fitting in the tiny lace panties the outfit came with. It all said that Dennis had grabbed it off the rack without a second thought to if it would actually fit.

That didn't make Jack's harsh inhale any less obvious. That didn't stop his eyes roving over the delicate pink lace of the babydoll that fell over his abs and the jut of his hipbones, softened it into something that Jack wanted to sink his teeth into. His eyes darted up to Dennis's face, waiting for the goofy smile or "gotcha!" or any sign that this wasn't what he thought it was. Dennis's eyes were on his face as Jack wiped his sweaty palms on his sweatpants and shifted slightly. "Oh- you really like this, huh?" Dennis stepped forward and came to a stop between Jack's legs. "Dennis-" Jack croaked as the man took his hands and put them around his waist. "You can touch, you know. It's your gift." He murmured. Jack nodded slowly where his eyes were still locked onto Dennis's abs, sweeping his thumbs over the straps of the panties and swallowing thickly. "You're gonna kill me, angel."

5.) It was a thing on TikTok that Trinity had sent him with the message, "you should see what Jack does."; a couple walking to the car when the obvious passenger princess hops into the driver's seat while their partner watched incredulously. Usually the person would say something smarmy like "hop in, princess, I've got you." and the rest of the video would be the chaos that ensued. It was funny. Dennis asked why Trinity couldn't do it and she said that Baran locked the car doors until she was right next to the driver's side.

(Most likely due to Trinity's insane driving, but that was something Dennis kept to himself.)

It popped into his head while they were walking back from a dinner date, fingers interlocked as they made their way back to Jack's Santa Fe and climbed inside. It was on impulse that his fingers reached down and plucked the car keys from Jacks' hand and twirled the keychain around his index finger. Jack looked at him, his eyebrow cocked in disbelief. "And where do you think you're driving with those, Den?" "I'm driving us home tonight, actually." Dennis replied smoothly. The pedals had been fitted so that Jack could control the gas with his left foot instead of his right, but Dennis wasn't actually planning on driving anyways. Dennis reached over and gripped the meat of his thigh, squeezing it. "I've got it, princess." If they weren't enclosed in the car and close to him, he probably wouldn't have caught the hitch to his breath as Jack stumbled over his words. "Ha-ha, very funny Den. Gimme the keys." Dennis stopped and looked at him, his face slowly stretching into a sly grin. Jack's face looked like a fucking tomato, looking doggedly at the keys or at the car's counsel. "Did you like that, princess?" He purred, watching Jack's face as he scoffed and his ears slowly reddened. "I'll give you the keys if you admit it." "How about you give me the keys and I don't spank your ass red at home?" Jack answered, over-the-top gruff and huffy. Dennis grinned in triumph as though that had been the only answer he needed before he gave him the keys. Jack took them and turned, pinching Dennis's arm and earning a yelp as Dennis buckled into the passenger side seat. (Dennis glowered at Trinity when she laughed at how gingerly he sat the next night.)

+1.) Dennis had prepped a lot for this.

Getting the right lighting, twisting and contorting his body this way and that, trying to figure out his phone timer, making sure he didn't look like he was straining his body, remembering to fix his face from concentrated to lustful. How the fuck did girls do this regularly? It was worth it seeing himself splayed out in beautiful nude glory, chest arched up so you could make out his stiff nipples through the bralette and abs on tasteful display, leading down to his hard cock and legs carefully bent just so. He didn't even wait to change out of the lingerie before sending it to Jack, his heart pounding as he thought about how he'd react when he saw it. He let out a giddy little laugh as he sent it with the text, "Got something new but couldn't wait to show you :( " before throwing his phone somewhere on the bed.

Fuck, just thinking about Jack opening his phone and then clutching it to his chest again. Would he peak at it throughout his shift? have to adjust himself in his scrubs thinking about Dennis waiting for him at home all wanton and needy? he thinks he got a good glimpse of the plug nestled into his hole, maybe he would daydream about coming home and waking him up with his cock in Dennis's hole. The vibrating pattern of Jack's ringtone made Dennis sit upright, staring at the device as that giddiness rose up in him again. He almost didn't want to look, Jesus Christ. With bated breath he opened his phone and looked at the text, biting his lip as he read- A thumbs up.

A thumbs up on his nude.

With a follow up text of "Nice."

"What the fuck?" Dennis blurted out to the empty room, the giddiness fizzling out into cool disappointment. He put on this itchy as fuck lace and posed for a whole half hour just for a fucking "Nice"?! He scoffed and stomped to the bathroom to change back into the college t-shirt and boxers he had on. ("I was flustered, baby, I was, it was the hottest thing I've ever seen! I didn't know how to reply, that's how much you broke my brain, sweetheart!" Jack would later wheedle, borderline whine as Dennis scowled at him and rolled his eyes. "More than a fucking 'nice' would have been fine." Dennis huffed, rolling on his side to face away from him. A hand on his ankle made him yelp as Jack dragged him bodily across the bed, bracketing him in with his arms. "Lemme show you how much I loved it, please?" He asked, brow furrowed and body stock still as he waited for Dennis's response.

"You fuckin' better.")

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“’Til Your Ribs Get Tough” by goblinman (@maxismediocre )

A very sweet hucklerabbot fic of Michael and Jack making sure their sweet boy is taking care of himself. A delightful 3k of Trans!Dennis coming out and Rabbot showing him they'll love him no matter what. This was such an insightful glimpse of the importance of healthy binding practices. A great pick-me-up for a rainy day <3

"On the whole, Dennis seemed like he wanted to forget his life before arriving in Pittsburgh, and Jack and Robby were happy to let him. If it was important, they thought, then Dennis would mention it. If he wanted or needed them to know something about his past, they trusted that he would tell them.

That didn’t mean they weren’t curious. They loved the boy and they wanted to know everything about him. The good, the bad, the ugly. But they wanted to know him on his terms. So they didn’t push.

Until they had a reason to, that is."

"dragon, blue swirl, baby angel, carrot, airplane" By prozacplease

I looooove to go Rabbot hunting!! If you're looking for a fic on Jack being the absolute worst patient I've got one for you. 5k of Jack inserting his own catheter, a 3 legged cat named Salem, and loopy Jack loving his babies. Robby cares so much about his man!!

"They say doctors make terrible patients. This is especially true for Dr. Jack Abbot."

"Satisfaction is a Lowly Thing" by @largepeachicedtea

Girl. Gurrrrrrrrl. Oh my god. I need a cigarette. These two make me sick /pos. This is a 72k HuckleRobby work still in progress about Dennis trying the world of BDSM and Robby trying to help him navigate it safely without crossing professional boundaries. But when Dennis's dom proves to be less than Dennis had hoped he would be, Robby won't let Dennis slip through the cracks. This was such an immersive dive into fetish culture- and anyone who slaps some leather on Robby is instantly my best friend. :D

"It’s ridiculous, how surprising it feels, but Dennis can’t help it. Dr. Robby belongs in the Pitt — he is the Pitt. To see him outside of the PTMC feels like seeing your school teacher in the grocery store as a pre-teen — unsettling, mildly world-shifting, and leaving you feeling slightly giddy.

When Dennis finds out his boss is a part of a less-than-typical subculture, he finds himself falling down the rabbit hole of kink, self-exploration, and how to find that balance between what you really want versus what you actually end up getting.

Much to Robby's chagrin."

"Pup Night" by actualalligator

Continuing our theme of bdsm culture, I squealed after reading this!! Dom!Dennis stumbling upon Pups!Rabbot on a night out. This is one of the first fics I've read with this dynamic and howdareyou because now I'm wanting more! A yummy 3.5k of the sweetest pup, his guard dog, and the dom that knows a bad dog is only a misunderstood one.

"When Dennis finally works up the nerve to attend Pup Night at a local BDSM club, he's drawn to two older pups off together away from everybody else, but is surprised to recognize them as Dr. Robby and Dr. Abbot. Still, something about them draws him in. All he really wants is to play with some good dogs. Why not them?"

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