Been A While

he tried to think of gross or painful things, but he could only think of dennis. his clean skin and clear demands. dennis ordering him to last longer made him paradoxically wanton. the condescending disappointment at his performance only made performing more difficult. or easier. if performing meant cumming his brains out.

“are you serious, andrew?” dennis asked in a disgusted tone (like he wasn’t absolutely giddy and flattered everytime this happened). feeling andrew’s weight collapse against his back, pushing him into the bed sheets confirmed it further. “you said you were gonna try to last longer.”

“i really did try,” he whispered into the nape of dennis’s neck, sliding his soft cock out. pope’s arm wiggled around dennis, slightly lifting him up to hug him from behind. he sniffled at dennis’s skin.

dennis sighed, not having it in him to actually punish andrew for feeling too good, too quickly. “it’s ok, andy.” not wanting the mood to ruined (and feeling even more devastatingly desperate to climax after feeling andrew finish inside him), dennis bucked andrew off of him and flipped on his back.

dennis eyed the open door that faced outside. “can you…go?” he shouted his request of the water hitting the ceramic.

robby crooked his head to the side. “are you really going to scrub the whole fifteen minutes if i leave?” and like…dennis wasn’t, but that didn’t mean everyone just got to watch him shower now! dennis tried to argue that point, but robby cut him off. “ah-ah! i can’t have my most productive intern out because his skin is sloughing off.” robby pointed a finger up and down dennis’s body. “strip. all of it.”

“can you at least shut the door?” dennis wiped the water stuck to his eyelashes. “and don’t look!”

“fine, buddy. but you gotta get out of those wet scrubs before you do damage.” a smirk overtook robby’s face when he turned to close the only exit and vantage point into this room.

there was no sexy way to take off wet clothes. robby pretended to avert his eyes while dennis struggled with taking off his scrub top and undershirt in one fell swoop. god, the kid was clumsy and cute and a little fucking helpless. literally anyone else would’ve told robby to fuck all the way off, but here dennis was, just showering in front of his much older boss because robby insisted.

dennis almost tripped as he took off of his socks, nearly tripping again with his pants and boxers.

“you need a hand?” robby asked, his own clothes and skin feeling a little damp from the humidity, even if he was avoiding the stream.

dennis glared at him. “no. i don’t.”

robby raised his eyebrows, non verbally telling dennis he needed to fix his attitude. he blatantly looked up and down at dennis’s naked body. “scrub,” he ordered.

dennis resisted for just a moment, before bringing his hands to his collarbones and shoulders following the instruction. robby didn’t pretend to not watch anymore, instead making sure dennis touched every inch of himself.

after dennis was made to lean over to get the backs of his knees, he hesitantly asked, “has it been 15 minutes yet?”

robby looked down at his watch and realized he hadnt even looked at the time when they’d started. whatever, that felt like a thorough rinsing. “yeah, you’re good.”

dennis gratefully turned off the water, thinking it would make him feel warmer. it didn’t. he also felt weirder about being naked with the shower off. he cupped his hands over his genitals. “i need a towel. and clothes.” dennis glanced at the pile of what used to be his outfit. “fuck, my shoes! i need shoes.”

robby nodded like it hadn’t occurred to him. “i can scrounge some stuffup.” he paused, with the door open, to joke, “don’t go anywhere, i’ll just be one second.” it was long enough for dennis to feel the breeze, certainly long enough for someone to walk by and see. robby reveled in the humiliated yelp dennis let out.

dennis stood there, naked and shivering, just waiting for robby, absolutely at his mercy.