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Whitaker looks past his phone attention now on the man in front of him. “Wow you’re good at this.” He huffs out as shifting his body down with his palms shoving his feet further into Robby's hands.

Robby smirks at that, “Oh yeah?” he pushes his thumb harder into the arch for emphasis.

Dennis bites his lip nodding slowly, “You should really think about changing career paths.” Though there’s a slight tensing in his tone. “You have a real gift.”

That makes Robby chuckle pausing his motions to look up at the ceiling, pretending to be deep in thought.

“I’ll consider it…” Clicking his tongue before looking at the man next to him.

He rubs the younger man's leg then pinches Dennis' shin causing him to sit up fast. "Ack!" A rouge foot kicks Robby in the thigh.

“What was that for?!"

"Sorry, sorry couldn't resist." Though the mischievous glint in his eyes suggests otherwise.

"Hilarious." Said with complete and utter dryness as the boy grabs a pillow from the other side of the couch whacking the older man with it before shoving it behind his back.

Robby can barely get out his next sentence without laughing through the whole thing. "Just keeping you on your toes." The wink that follows is enough to make Dennis get up and leave.

Dennis scuffs with an eye roll. "That was awful."

"I don't know maybe I should start doing stand up."

"I take back what I said before, please for the love of God-” A breathy laugh interrupts his sentence halfway through, “and for everyone's sake, stay in the medical field."

"Yeah yeah very funny.” Robby stares at the TV and starts up his massaging again. “Okay quiet time."

"Gladly."

After a while the streaming service supplied the next episode silence settling in around them. Robby loved moments like these. Cuddled up on the couch being in each others space, just comfortable with the fact they’re near each other. No expectations. Peaceful.

Then the stillness became full of whines and breathy moans.

When Robby dared to look over, Dennis was gripping his phone so tight the older man was worried he was about to snap it in half. The boys face wasn’t any better. All blotchy with redness disappearing under his collar.

Robby tries not to pay attention to the sounds coming out next to him but the boy was right out of a porno. Dennis drops his phone on his stomach with his hands becoming fisted at his sides, mouth slightly a gape.

“There we go." He whimpers rolling his hips to get closer to the pressure. "Just like that."

Phone long gone getting lost in between the cushions. Brain too focused on getting the massage of a lifetime. The only sounds coming out of his mouth now are soft “please” and “more”.

The older man could handle it, he can handle it. Being normal while giving his partner a foot rub is achievable. No, it’s expected.

All that self talk comes crumbling down when Dennis whimpers a small but pleading… “Robby.”

All of sudden the sensation stops. The boys eyes going wide with surprise. "Wait what- no.” Dennis pouts at him, “I wasn’t done!”

He only pats the boy’s knee to signal him off. “Well I am.” The older man slides off the couch in what seems to be a hurried pace.

Dennis opens his mouth to complain but stops himself when he notices the older man’s demeanor has changed. He sits up straight tilting his head to the side confusion painting his face.

“Are you okay?”

"Just- uh I need.” Robby looks around frantically for something to say. He snaps his fingers and locks his gaze with the door in the hallway. “Bathroom." He begins speed walking until the sound of the door shuts behind him, leaving Dennis to collide back against the cushions with a frustrated grunt.

The handle locks with a click Robby collapsing against it pressing a palm to his forehead. Here he is running away from his boyfriend popping a semi in his jeans as if he's in his 20s.

From a foot rub.

How perverted can he be. His mind replaying the noises Dennis was making. Body pliant under his hands from a domestic act of all things. The boy was practically crumbling in his hands. His feet so close to his crotch he felt like he was on fire.

Unfortunately, this isn't exactly a revelation. Robby had always enjoyed when women wore heels. He thought it was elegant, especially paired with an anklet. He knew he enjoyed watching as his dates painted their toes to match the color on their fingernails. He just appreciated how they looked put together. That was all… or he had thought so?

He recounts watching Dennis reaching for the mugs on his tippy toes for their coffee in the mornings. The way the arches in his feet elongated as he moved further towards the top shelf. Enamored by how they stretched with him and how they would flex as he finally came back down to his height. He thought he was just being a good doctor recounting what he learned in medical school. Anatomy, muscles, and tendons just making sure he still knew all the information. In the ER his eyes would follow Dennis' shoes, the ones he bought him as a gift, as he went to check on patients. He thought it was pride that Dennis was able to walk around in a pair that wasn't actively falling apart but when he thinks back on it... was it for selfish reasons?

Robby takes a few breaths until he realizes his cock is fully hard now. Straining against his zipper uncomfortably, throbbing at the thought of Dennis’ feet.

Fuck am I into this?

He’s hard. Jack’s hard, and his dick is pressed right between Robby’s ass cheeks. When he realizes, he freezes. His brain finally catches up with reality, but before he can apologize and move away, Robby rolls his hips backwards.

A low moan rumbles through Jack. Cautiously, he pushes forward. It feels so good. The scrape of his boxers and Robby’s pajama pants provides a soft friction, but the materials are thin enough that he can still feel the heat of Robby through their clothes.

Robby pushes back again; Jack pushes forward.

This slow back and forth goes on for a few minutes before Jack snaps. He places a firm hand on the floor next to Robby’s head, and the other tight on his hip, keeping Robby’s hips tilted up just right for Jack to hump against like a wild animal.

Robby lies there and takes it. Biting his lip to muffle his needy whines and looking back at Jack with glazed-over eyes and beautiful pink cheeks smashed into the floor.

It doesn’t take long for Jack to cum, leaving what should be a humiliatingly large stain in his underwear, but he doesn’t care. He leans back on his knees, trying to catch his breath and bring his consciousness back inside his body.

In that time, Robby rolls over onto his back, exposing the large tent that’s formed in his pants. He moves to wiggle out from under Jack, presumably to take care of his own obvious problem, but Jack pins him down again with a heavy hand on his shoulder.

Robby looks up at him with those gorgeous brown eyes. Jack’s own trace the desperate bob of Robby’s Adam’s Apple before darting back down to his covered hard-on.

Jack places a flat palm on Robby’s clothed dick. A small, pitiful sound breaks through Robby.

“Do it,” Jack demands.

Robby’s breath stutters, a little confused, but he catches on quickly. He plants his feet for leverage and bucks his hips, rubbing his hard dick against Jack’s unmoving, flat hand.

With each thrust, Robby loses more and more of his composure. Soon his face blooms into a radiant red, and the hold on his lip slips, releasing wanton moans into the air.

Jack is too recently spent to go again, but that doesn’t stop his dick from twitching in interest.

Robby orgasms so prettily. His moans echo through the room, and his blush has descended past the collar of his shirt. Jack resists the temptation to lift the hem and check how far down it goes.

“We good?” Jack asks. His palm is still hot from all Robby’s rubbing.

“Yeah.” Robby swallows. “We’re good.”

After that, they enter a silent agreement to get each other off. It starts slow, with little brushes here and there that turn into more humping and the occasional hand.

But they also have unspoken rules. No purposeful skin-to-skin, no getting naked, and no kissing.

They get close sometimes. Fingers brushing under lifted shift hems and heavy panting into each other’s mouths, but they never cross the line.

That is, until Jack gets home from class, pent up beyond belief.

It’s been a long week, and all Jack could think about during that dull-ass lecture was Robby’s pretty blissed-out face. And then when he walks into their dorm, there he is in nothing but his underwear, waiting for his leftovers to finish in the microwave.

Jack snaps. Before he can think, he’s shoving his jeans down to his knees, and Robby is bent over the counter, letting himself be humped in the middle of their kitchen with Jack’s hands enveloping his thin waist. Jack figures it’s not really breaking the rules, more bending, since he wouldn’t be touching Robby’s bare torso if he was properly dressed.

“I didn’t know you wore panties,” Jack huffs.

“I— I don’t.” Robby's arguing is undercut by his soft whimpers and the fact that Jack can see the tiny briefs cupping his ass. His cheeks bounce under the material with each of Jack’s thrusts.

Jack’s grip on Robby’s waist tightens, and is pace increases. It’s not long before a familiar wet puddle forms in his boxers.

The microwave is beeping somewhere far away, but Jack doesn’t give a shit. He’s too focused on placing Robby against the fridge. Jack cups his hands under Robby’s thighs and helps him grind against his stomach.

The briefs give Jack a nice outline of Robby’s dick. It’s nothing special. Jack could probably cover the whole thing with one fist; he imagines it leaving a trail over Robby’s thin stomach while Jack fucks him until he cries.

Robby’s little whines turn to moans, and for the first time, Jack is able to see that pretty pink blush crawl all the way down to his nipples. Fuck. Jack’s mouth waters; he wants to bite them so bad, but he can’t. That would definitely be against the rules.

Although… the way Robby is looking at him is already pushing it. Jack knows Robby wants to kiss him. If he did, Jack would shove his tongue so far down his throat that he’d be able to feel all of Robby’s pretty noises. But he doesn’t, and Jack isn’t about to be the one to knock down that barrier.

Robby cums in his little panties with his head tilted back, and goddamn it takes every bit of strength in Jack not to latch onto his neck.

Delicately, he places Robby’s shaking feet back on the ground.

“Thanks,” Jack says.

It takes Robby a moment to comprehend what Jack said. “Oh, yeah,” he says eventually. “Thank you too…”

Robby looks so dizzy. Jack wants to wrap him in his arms and hold him until his balance returns; he wants to bury them both beneath a blanket and pretend nothing else exists.

He pats Robby’s shoulder; good game, and walks away.