Been A While

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.

His hand was in his jacket pocket and had obviously just curled around something. “Oh hell yeah,” he smiled at Robby, pulling out something wrapped in plastic, “I forgot I left this in here.”

Robby looked down at Abbot’s score and groaned a little bit. “Don't you dare light that here.”

Abbot cocked an eyebrow at the older man and a mischievous smile crossed his face. “We could share it?”

Dennis watched the interaction curiously, watching as Dr. Abbot carefully peeled the plastic off what he now saw was a thick cigar. He felt a shiver go down his back that had nothing to do with the falling temperature. 

There wasn't exactly a label for what Dennis and Jack were doing. They weren't dating, but they were a little more than friends with benefits. When Dennis had called it a “situationship” (something he learned from Trinity, of course), Jack had grimaced and said something along the lines of: “I’m old and cranky, just shut up and take off your pants”. Or, at least, that's how Dennis remembered that conversation. 

Still, they were involved enough for Dennis to feel his pants tighten as he watched Abbot cut the tip of the cigar with a pair of trauma shears. The conversations around him kept chugging along, but Dennis’s mind had locked on to Abbot and Robby. It took him a minute to realize that Jack had asked him something. 

“Huh? Sorry, what? I wasn't paying attention.”

Jack snickered a little bit and Robby fixed him with that soft look that Dennis had come to recognize as fondness. 

“Your lighter, kid,” Jack repeated, “toss it here and maybe I’ll let you have a puff.”

Dennis furrowed his brow but reached into his jacket pocket anyway, fishing out the black BIC lighter he kept there. “How'd you know I had a lighter?” He asked as he tossed it over. 

Jack rolled his eyes. “You have a box of cigarettes in your pants pocket. I assumed.”

Dennis looked down, and sure enough, saw the imprint of the box of Marlboro Menthols he had grabbed out of his bag before leaving the hospital. He tried not to acknowledge the slight bulge in his pants next to the box of cigarettes. Abbot, however, let his eyes linger as a smirk ticked the corner of his lips up. 

Robby, thankfully, had engaged in a conversation with Donnie and hopefully not noticed Dennis’s very visible situation. 

“C’mere,” Jack instructed, making room on the bench next to him as he crowded Robby a little, “You ever smoke a cigar, Whit?”

Like he always did, Dennis followed Abbot’s direction and sat down next to him, their knees knocking together as Abbot deliberately nudged his thigh against the younger man’s. The blush that had started to creep onto Dennis’s face grew hotter under the blue glow of the fluorescent park lights. 

“No, sir,” he answered, watching as Jack placed the cigar between his lips and flicked the lighter until a steady flame grew from its metallic opening. His other hand came up to shield the flame from the slight breeze as he moved the flame across the cut end of the cigar and sucked air through it, igniting the paper and tobacco. The way the tobacco curled and turned bright orange captivated Dennis’s attention. 

Jack’s eyebrow quirked up, noticing the far off look in Dennis’s eyes as he puffed on the cigar. The two of them locked eyes as clouds of smoke began to swirl around their heads. They were so preoccupied with each other that Jack almost missed Robby reaching his hand out. 

“You said you’d share, old man,” Robby ribbed, looking between his best friend and his star pupil. 

Abbot took the cigar from his mouth and placed it in Robby’s hand. Dennis’s eyes followed it until he felt a hand settle on the small of his back. Jack had leaned over, so close that Dennis could feel his breath on his neck. 

“More where that comes from, pup,” he whispered, “You want daddy to teach you how to smoke like a man?”

Dennis fought back a whimper, his eyes as wide as saucers. He looked around nervously, but everyone was too engrossed in their own conversations to notice the filth that Jack was dripping into his brain. He squirmed a bit, his pants now uncomfortably tight. 

Jack sat back, a satisfied smirk on his face as he held his palm open to Robby. Robby took the hint and gave back the cigar before looking back to Donnie. Jack took a puff and blew it at Dennis with a mischievous look in his eyes. 

“Robby, I'm still off this Friday right?” he asked, his eyes not leaving Dennis’s. 

Robby glanced back, not paying too much attention. “Uh, yeah. I'm pretty sure.”

“Perfect.”

Jack’s eyebrow raised in an unspoken question. Dennis sputtered for a minute before turning to Trinity, who was basically hanging off of Ellis. 

“Hey, Santos- we don't have any plans for Friday night, do we?”

Trinity waved him off. “No; hey, you wanna come over Friday?” The last part directed at Ellis. 

When Dennis turned back to Jack, the older man was already packing up his bag and reattaching his prosthesis. He handed the cigar back to Robby, “You take the rest, I'm gonna head out and try to get a little shut eye in.”

Robby frowned. “You took like, two pulls off this.”

Jack shrugged. “It was cheap. Stub it out if you don't want it. G‘Night brother.” He gave Robby a pat on the shoulder before turning to Dennis and kicking his shoe. “Later, Whit.”

Dennis nodded at him as he walked away, not noticing the curious glance that Robby shot his way. 

-

Friday night found Dennis sinking down into Jack’s lap, the older man’s cock sliding deeper into him as he settled. 

“Atta boy,” Jack praised, running one hand up Dennis’s thigh and holding a smoldering cigar in the other. “So fuckin’ tight for me.”

Dennis let out a low whine. Smoke swirled through the low-lit room, notes of cocoa and coffee softening the sharpness of the smoldering tobacco. 

“Breathe, puppy. Nothing you haven't taken before.” 

Dennis’s hands were resting on Jack’s shoulders; the older man could feel the tremble his hands dissipate as his breathing leveled out. 

“Good boy,” Jack praised, running his free hand up and massaging the meager bit of fat that clung to his hips. He relished the way the praise made Dennis clench around him, the whimper that slipped between his teeth unbidden. Jack placed the cigar back between his lips, puffing and letting the smoke pour from the corner of his mouth as his newly freed hand mirrored the other on Dennis’s other hip. 

Dennis shifted, his hips moving in a circle that Jack quickly put a stop to with a muffled “Aht.”

Jack narrowed his eyes at the boy as he plucked the cigar from his mouth yet again. “Stay.”

The eager nod that earned was enough to make Jack smirk. He brought the cigar up to Dennis mouth, using his other hand to wrap around his chin and open his mouth for him. His dick twitched as he watched Dennis wrap his lips around the thick cigar. 

“Suck, but don't inhale. Just keep it in your mouth.”

Jack watched as the embers at the end of the cigar burned brighter for a moment before Dennis coughed and sputtered. Jack sighed and drew away the cigar, smacking the boy’s ass for good measure. “Told you not to inhale.”

Dennis responded weakly, between coughs. “Wasn’t- trying- to-”

The older man tutted anyway, reaching off to the side and producing a thick leather belt. He ran his thumb over a set of teeth indents before smacking Dennis’s lips with it lightly. “Open.”

He obeyed beautifully and Jack slotted the doubled over belt between his teeth. 

“Bite down. Good boy.”

Jack took another long draw of the cigar, letting the smoke swirl in his mouth before blowing it into Dennis’s face. He chuckled as Dennis closed his eyes and tried not to inhale. When he opened his eyes, Jack tilted his head down, giving Dennis a serious look. 

“I'm going to keep going with what we talked about. Three taps to stop, two to keep going.”

Dennis tapped Jack’s shoulder twice, earning a languid smile in response. He leaned forward to put his mouth next to Dennis’s ear, his breath coming out hot and heavy against Jack’s neck. 

“Knew you were a bit of a freak, Denny,” Jack whispered, “Good thing I am too.”

Jack pulled back quickly and pressed the lit end of the cigar into the pale, milky skin of Dennis’s left thigh. 

Dennis shrieked around the belt in his mouth, his teeth biting into the leather so hard that he could hear it creak. Jack couldn't control the way his hips thrust up into the younger man as his hole clenched around his cock like a vice, pulling a sharp curse from his mouth.

Jack pulled the cigar off quickly, discarding it in the ashtray next to him before blowing the leftover ash off of Dennis’s skin. He cried again at the feeling of Jack’s breath against the throbbing burn, clenching around the older man’s cock once more. 

Jack ripped the belt from Dennis’s mouth before dropping his hands to the boy’s hips and thrusting up into him. Dennis cried out, his arms giving out as he fell into Jack’s chest, his head resting against his broad shoulder as Jack fucked into him like a man possessed. 

“Fuck,” Jack gritted, “You're so good, feel so fucking good, Dennis. So good for Daddy. Did so good. Took it like a fuckin’ champ.”

Dennis whimpered into Jack’s neck, all jumbled syllables and weak cries. Jack tilted his head to nose at Dennis’s neck, lathing over one of his hickies with his tongue as he pounded into him. 

“Den- nghh. Pup- Pup, I'm gonna come.” He groaned. “Please let me come in you. Fuck Denny you're so tight. Feel so fucking good around my cock.”

Unable to form the words that he was thinking, Dennis’s hand, which was low resting against one of Jack’s bulging biceps, tapped twice.

Jack let out a low groan as his thrusts slowed. He didn't let up in intensity, ramming his cock as deep into Dennis as he could possibly get before pulling out incrementally and repeating. Finally, Dennis felt his cock twitch, warmth spreading through his core as Jack pumped his come into him. 

Without any warning, Jack threw Dennis off of him and bullied his way between his thighs. He took one long, flat-tongued lick from his hole to the tip of his cock before taking him to the root, Jack’s nose buried in the blonde curls that nested there. At the same time, he slipped two fingers into Dennis’s ass, using his own cum to ease the way. 

Dennis cried out at the onslaught of pleasure that overtook him. His hands went to Jack’s head immediately, gripping his silver curls so tightly that Jack moaned around Dennis’s length. It created a feedback loop of pleasure that curled around Dennis’s spine, tightening further every time Jack pushed his fingers into his prostate. 

“Gonna come. O-oh… hng. Daddy, gonna come- oh my God.” Dennis warned, tugging on Jack’s hair. 

Instead of letting up, Jack doubled down, swallowing around Dennis’s cock as he pushed a third finger in his hole. None of that matter though, as Jack’s free hand drifted to Dennis’s left thigh. 

Dennis came down Jack’s throat with a scream as the older man pressed his palm against the throbbing burn, his vision going white as his muscles seized. 

-

Dennis sat on the kitchen table, leaning back on his hands as Jack sat on a chair between his legs. The younger man hissed a bit as Jack smeared a glob of burn ointment over the burn mark on his thigh. 

“Sorry, pup,” Jack muttered, “You did so good. Barely even flinched.”

Still feeling a little hazy, even after Jack flushed the wound with cool saline, Dennis nodded. “Felt good then. Hurts now.”

Jack frowned. “I know, sweetheart. We’ll get you some painkillers after I wrap you up and we get a snack, okay?”

Dennis sighed contently. “Can you make nachos?”

Biting back a remark that what Dennis considered nachos was just tortilla chips with shredded cheese melted on them in the microwave, Jack nodded. 

“Anything you want,” Jack promised quietly. 

The room went quiet as Jack carefully covered Dennis’s burn with gauze. He was precise with his placement, each piece of tape cut to the perfect length. He worked with an intense look on his face that was sabotaged by the fact that his tongue poked out slightly, making Dennis smile. 

Without looking up from his work, Jack took a deep breath. 

“Will- uh… would you like to stay the night, Dennis?”

The younger man’s eyes widened as he sat up straight. Jack sat back, his hands falling into his lap as he fiddled with the black band on his ring finger. 

“You don't have to if you don't want to! I just, I thought I'd offer. I… I'd like you to if you're… if you wanted to,” Jack sputtered. 

A smile bloomed on Dennis’s face, not unlike the slow unfurling of the tightness in his chest as he looked at Jack, who looked more nervous than Dennis had ever thought possible. 

“I would love to stay,” he responded quietly. He leaned forward, his hand brushing the stubble on Jack’s cheek as he pulled the older man towards him. The kiss was quick, but not rushed. It was assured. Confident. Content. 

Dennis pulled away, resting his forehead against Jack’s. They sat like that for a moment, neither opening their eyes or moving from the other, content to bask in the warm afterglow of the scene. 

Dennis sighed, sitting back up. “Nacho time?”

Jack smiled, light and unburdened.