faggle rock

He slips it off, giving it a quick shake before hanging it over his arm.

"Borrowed it."

Dana hums. "Smart."

A few weeks earlier, Dennis had mentioned, almost in passing, that he'd been stopping by Robby's place every few days while he was away. Picking up the mail. Watering the plants. Making sure everything still worked the way it was supposed to.

If he'd gotten caught in the rain over there, borrowing a jacket before heading to work seemed like the obvious solution.

"Whitaker!"

Both of them look up as Al-Hashimi is already striding toward them from the far end of the hallway.

"I need you in Three."

Dennis doesn't hesitate.

"I'm coming."

He drapes the rain jacket over the back of the nearest chair, flashes Dana a quick smile, and heads after Al-Hashimi.

Dana watches him disappear just as the phone starts ringing again.

Another patient arrives.

The day moves on.

By the end of the shift, she couldn't have told you what jacket he'd been wearing. 

(2) the beanie

"You planning on seeing patients like that?"

Dennis doesn't even look up from the board at first.

"Hm?"

McKay gestures vaguely toward his head. "The beanie."

His hand immediately flies up.

"...Fück." He pulls it off with a laugh. "Forgot."

"I noticed. You've been wearing it for five minutes."

"I got distracted."

She gives him a look as he absently twists the beanie around one hand while scanning the board for new patients.

Only after a second does he try to flatten his curls, but it doesn't work.

McKay bites the inside of her cheek.

"I think the beanie was doing you a favor."

Dennis looks at her, offended.

"Rude."

"But true."

He tries again.

Now one curl is sticking almost straight up.

"...Worse?"

"So much worse."

He sighs dramatically.

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"The confidence boost."

McKay's smile fades for just a second as her eyes drop to the beanie still hanging loosely from his fingers.

Dennis notices.

"What?"

She shakes her head.

"Nothing."

"You made a face."

"Did I?"

"Yeah."

Another shrug.

"I don't know. It just looks... familiar."

Dennis glances down at it himself, like he's trying to see what she sees.

And before either of them can think about it…

"Huckleberry!" Santos leans out of an exam room, one gloved hand still holding the curtain aside. "You got a second? Langdon's driving me insane." 

Dennis glances toward her, then back at McKay.

Saved.

He’s already spent twenty freezing minutes waiting for the bus this morning. The last thing he feels like doing now is explaining why he’s wearing someone else’s beanie.

"Yeah," he says, tucking the beanie into the pocket of his scrub pants as he heads her way. 

(3) the fleece

Jack and Shen have taken over earlier than usual, and Santos headed out a few minutes ago with Garcia, leaving Dennis behind to finish up the last of his charts.

It only takes him another twenty minutes, with Langdon charting beside him as well.

"Done."

"Miracle."

"Exactly."

Dennis smiles and reaches under the desk for his bag. He opens it, pulling out the dark green fleece he'd left there earlier before slipping it on without much thought.

Langdon only looks up because of the movement.

His eyes catch on the fleece for a moment, and something about it makes him pause.

He can't say why.

Maybe it's the color… maybe it's the way it sits on Dennis's shoulders, but something about it just feels familiar.

Dennis notices him looking.

"What?"

Langdon blinks.

"Hm?"

"You good?"

"Yeah. Just zoning out."

Dennis shakes his head, amused. "See you tomorrow."

"See you."

"Try to rest."

Langdon nods as Whitaker heads toward the exit, pulling the fleece tighter around himself.

He knows now where he's seen it. Or rather, who he's seen wearing it.

But there is no way... That doesn't make sense.

He shakes his head.

Probably just a similar one.

There are a hundred dark green fleeces in Pittsburgh.

He turns back to his charts, and a few seconds later, Mel calls his name from across the department.

Whatever thought had started to form disappears.

(4) the gloves

The gloves are the first thing Mel notices.

Not because they stand out.

They're just gloves… dark, worn, the kind that disappear into the bottom of a bag and get forgotten about. 

She only pays attention because Langdon had made some offhand comment about Dennis' fleece looking familiar two weeks ago.

At the time, she hadn't thought much of it. But now?

"Those yours?"

Dennis looks down. 

"The gloves?"

"Yeah."

For a second, he looks almost confused, like he has to think about the question.

Then he shrugs.

"Not exactly. I borrowed them."

"Cool. They look soft."

That's all she says.

Because it's not unusual…. not really. People borrow things. They leave things behind. They forget what belongs to who.

Except now, for some reason, her mind goes back.

The fleece, the gloves… small things. The kind of things nobody would notice unless they're paying attention.

Maybe it's nothing.

Probably nothing.

But she has a pretty good idea where they came from.

She doesn't ask him anything else.

Dennis doesn't offer any more of an explanation.

And the moment passes.

(5) the thermos

Jack notices the thermos when Dennis sets it down after coming back from the lockers.

It's nothing remarkable: a worn-out thing with a faded finish, the kind of cup most people wouldn't look twice at.

Jack does.

Because he knows that old thermos.

And for a second, he almost reaches for it, like touching it would somehow confirm what he already knows.

But he stops himself.

Dennis is moving across the room, finishing a conversation with an older patient, completely unaware, while he remembers Robby leaning against the counter with that same thermos in his hand.

Jack's attention stays on the container for another second before shifting back to Dennis.

And something quietly settles.

Of course.

He looks away before Whitaker can notice him staring, already fighting the urge to pull out his phone and send a message.

+1 the hoodie

November 12. Robby's first day back. 

Santos knows Robby is coming back today.

The shift starts like any other. Nobody makes a big announcement.

But every now and then, someone looks toward the entrance.

Waiting.

Abbot pulled a double for a reason.

She sees Dennis first.

Which is normal.

Dennis is always somewhere nearby.

Except lately, he hasn't really been.

Not in the way Santos is used to.

Because she lives with him.

She knows when he gets home late.

She knows when he says he's "just going out for a bit" and comes back hours later.

She knows when he walks through the door exhausted but somehow lighter than when he left.

She knows when something is bothering him.

She just doesn't always know what.

And lately, something hasn't been bothering him.

Something has been making him happy.

She just hasn't figured out what.

Not until today.

Robby walks in.

The shift doesn't stop.

But everyone pauses. Robby looks the same and different at the same time.

A little older. A little more careful. A little more… alive and human. Like whatever time away took from him, it also gave something back.

But still Robby.

Then someone calls his name.

Jack gets next to him so fast that Robby doesn't know what to do. 

Then Jack pulls him into a hug.

No hesitation.

No awkwardness.

Just relief.

"Good to see you, man."

Robby laughs quietly.

"Yeah."

A pause.

"Good to be back."

And just like that, the moment is over.

Because this is the Pitt.

There is always another patient.

Always another call.

Always something.

But Santos doesn't miss what happens next.

Dennis looks up from the computer.

And there it is.

That tiny change.

The one Santos has been seeing for months without understanding.

Dennis smiles.

Not the polite one.

Not the work one.

The real one.

Robby sees him.

And smiles back.

And Santos looks away because suddenly she feels like she's watching something she wasn't supposed to see.

No way.

*

The problem is that once she starts noticing, she can't stop.

Dennis isn't hovering around Robby.

That would be too obvious.

It's smaller than that.

It's the way he knows where Robby is without looking.

The way Robby walks up to the desk and Dennis already moves out of the way.

The way Robby says something under his breath and Dennis immediately knows what he means.

Little things.

Things that don't happen overnight.

Things that come from time.

Santos hates that.

Because time means this has been happening for a while.

*

The hoodie catches her attention.

She doesn't know how she didn't notice it earlier.

Maybe because she wasn't looking. Maybe because, on some level, she already knew.

It is obviously not Dennis'. It's too big.

Then Robby walks by. 

Stops.

Looks down.

"Are those sleeves too long for you?"

Dennis glances down.

"The sleeves?"

Robby nods.

"They're fine."

A small smile pulls at Robby's mouth.

"You were the one complaining they were too big this morning."

"I was not."

"You absolutely were."

Holy shit!

Dennis finally looks up at him.

"Dr. Robby."

The warning is immediate.

Quiet. Automatic. A reminder that they are standing in the middle of the Pitt.

Robby catches himself.

A grin.

"Right."

Santos looks back at her computer.

Because she heard enough.

Fuckleberry, indeed.

*

A few hours later, Dennis sets the thermos down while he charts.

Santos doesn't even think about it.

Not until Robby reaches over, takes it, and drinks from it. Like he's done it a hundred times.

Then his face changes.

"Too much milk."

"You still drank it."

"You made enough for two."

Dennis shakes his head. "I always do."

Santos stops.

There it is.

The thing she couldn't name.

The thing she had been seeing every day when Dennis came home.

A secret life… Well, more like a private one.

One she hadn't been invited into because Dennis wasn't hiding it.

He was just living it.

Robby puts the thermos back, then leans over Dennis's shoulder to look at the chart.

"You're missing something."

"I am not."

"You are."

Dennis sighs.

"Robby."

"Right there."

Dennis looks.

He was right.

Of course he was.

Santos fights the urge to gag.

He's been fücking Robby all along.

"Unbelievable," she mutters.

And Robby always indulged him without complaint. He knew the man liked it, being watched or seen or both. He’d jerked off right next to Dennis enough times either in bed or on his couch for him to know, his voyeurism knowing no bounds and Dennis kinda loved it. It was something he hadn’t expected himself to be into — watching Robby’s large hand wrap around himself, stroking base to tip, watching Dennis watch him. It was filthy, really. It made him hot all over to see it.

But, the pictures. Robby would pull his dick out whenever Dennis wanted him to, hard or soft, and take a picture of it. Dennis didn’t dare save them, knowing Trinity had a habit of borrowing his phone to google random things whenever they were talking or watching tv and she needed to fact check something or wanted to send a photo to herself.

He would never live it down.

So, he’d admire the picture and blush and want and then he’d delete it from their text thread. No harm done.

Robby didn’t even ask for him to reciprocate, but Dennis had a feeling that maybe Robby wished he would.

Which is where he’s at now, in his bed, hard in his boxers, with his conversation with Robby open on his phone just after midnight. There’s a picture of Robby’s heavy cock just sent to him, along with a voice note telling him exactly what Robby wants to do to him tomorrow, and he’s throbbing in his own hand, the tip of his dick sticky with pre.

He decides that tonight he’ll do it. He’ll send Robby a picture.

He keeps the salt lamp he thrifted on, casting a soft orange glow beside him. He’s got himself in his hand, the camera tucked near his chin, angled down, his sleep shirt pulled up.

And he feels stupid.

It doesn’t look good, like Robby’s. Almost comical. Like every other dude on Grindr before he’d deleted the app, a day after he and Robby went on their first real date.

Huffing, he sets his phone down and pulls his shorts up, ready to give up, but it slips from his fingers and the band snaps down, pinning his cock to his lower belly with a soft sound.

It makes him tense and hiss a little in pain and a bit of pleasure, glancing down at himself — and pausing.

Despite his frustration and embarrassment, he kinda likes the way the wet tip of his cock is tucked under the waistband of his boxers, peeking out. It’s not super obvious, more of a tease — and that’s when he picks his phone up again.

He pushes the bottom of his shirt down a little, letting a strip of pale skin of his abdomen show, rubbing a fingertip against the underside of his tip to push a little more pre out before he’s angling his camera.

In the quiet of his room, his camera silently clicks, and then he’s sending it off.

He bites his lip as he waits, his stomach twisting. Will Robby like it? Will he be underwhelmed? Maybe he’ll want more, and that thought is just a little overwhelming but kinda in a good way, makes his stomach twist in arousal—

His phone buzzes, Robby text back.

Dennis’ stomach twists again as he sees the voice note, his thumb hovering over the ‘play’ button for a second before he presses it.

Robby’s voice is low, how it always goes whenever he’s got Dennis in his bed, and he’s a little breathless as he speaks over the sound of what is probably the wet sound of lube on his cock, “Fuck, baby, you’re driving me crazy…” Robby groans softly, “You take that pretty picture just for me, hm? You almost got me licking my phone,” he chuckles quietly, breathless still, although he moans again, “Makes me wanna go over there and pull those shorts down, get my mouth on you and suck that pretty cock until you’re begging me to let you cum down my throat…”

There’s a pause, the wet sound of Robby’s fist speeding up, and Dennis’ mouth is dry.

Robby continues, “Be a good boy and let me hear you cum, yeah? Wanna hear you say my name when you do…” he sighs, like he’s trying to hold off his own pleasure, and then the voice note is over snd it makes Dennis squirm.

He’s done it before, many times, but he feels bolder now — with Robby’s enthusiastic response to his picture.

So, he opens his camera again, but puts it from photo to video and presses ‘record’.

He feels his pulse racing in his neck as he records himself, his free hand trailing a fingertip down his chest and stomach, moaning quietly as he thumbs at the wet tip of his dick still peaking out of his shorts, pulling it away just enough for Robby to see the little clear string of pre before he’s rubbing against the slit with another soft sound.

“Wanna cum like this,” he breathes, his eyelids flickering with pleasure as he watches his hand through his camera, his fingers stroking along his shaft over the fabric of the shorts, his thumb still rubbing little circles on the tip, feeling himself getting so worked up already as he quietly whines, “Want your hands on me, wish you were here, want your mouth, sir, please…”

He feels pent up, suddenly. There’s something about the entire thing that’s bringing him to the edge much quicker, like he can’t wait to see Robby’s response to this, making him impatient.

“Fuck, I wanna cum,” he whines, his brows pinching and jaw dropping as he taps at the wet tip with his thumb, so sensitive now, his breath punching out of him at the same time, his body tensing and tensing as he watches himself, feeling his balls draw up as he keens, “Robby, Robby—fuck—”

His hips twitch up as he pulls his hand away, his breath coming out in ragged little pants as he watches himself cum all over his stomach and shirt, his torso quivering as he rides the waves of pleasure washing over him.

And because he knows it drives Robby crazy, and he’s a little high from it all, he lazily draws his fingertips across his belly, through his cum, and offers it to the camera with a quiet almost-giggle before he stops recording. If Robby were here, he’d suck his fingers clean before tonguing over his stomach.

Before he gets too self-conscious, he sends it, biting the inside of his cheek as he clicks his phone shut and waits.

He wipes his mess with his shirt and tosses it in the direction of his laundry basket, knowing he’ll have to do it tomorrow before Trinity gets home.

And then his phone is buzzing again, although this time Robby’s calling him.

His stomach twists as he answers it, holding it up to his ear with a quiet, “Hi…”

“Baby, I don’t think I’ve ever cum as hard as I did just now,” Robby hums, his voice tinged with amusement and sleepiness. He always gets tired afterward, something Dennis teases him about sometimes.

The admission makes him smile, though, shyly asking, “Yeah? You liked it?”

“Loved it, actually,” Robby chuckles in disbelief, “Hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I didn’t even stand a chance, didn’t get a picture or anything, just…came all over my hand.”

He swears he’s floating from how pleased he is, grinning to himself as he holds his phone to his ear, “I was actually nervous as hell, y’know.”

Robby huffs at that, in fond disbelief, “Fooled me.”

“Yeah, well…you like to make me realize things about myself,” Dennis mutters, his grin softened into a smile.

“Things like you enjoy touching yourself and sending it to me as a video?” Robby chuckles.

“Yeah, ‘cause I know you’re a perverted old man,” Dennis teases, his voice soft, knowing how that affects Robby.

It works like a charm; Robby groans, like he does whenever Dennis cups him through his scrubs after work, and tells him, “Enough, this old man is spent. Tell me goodnight.”

It makes Dennis grin again, saying sweetly, “Goodnight, sir.”

“Oh, you’re gonna get it tomorrow,” Robby promises lowly, sending an excited thrill through Dennis before he’s humming, “Goodnight, baby. Dream of me.”

“Always do,” he responds quietly with a tired smile before the call is over, wishing he could fall asleep curled up against Robby’s side but he knows he can tomorrow.

On his right, Jack is gently tracing his fingertips up inside of Dennis' t-shirt, feather-light touches across his softening stomach- all those treats and lazing about in the shops making his farm work toning less defined. Earlier on the tour of their house he saw a bunch of exercise stuff he guesses belongs to Jack, maybe Jack will let him-

Theres a hand on his face, and he turns into it. Oh his left Robby presses up against him, one hand on his hip and his thumb stroking his face gently.

"Lets kiss him a little first Jack-" He tilts Dennis chin up. "He's always rushing puppy, running from one thing to the next."

Jack scoffs, but Dennis can't bring himself to pay attention because Robby's soft lips are pressing against his own.

He's being kissed!

!!!

Dennis has never been kissed in his life!!

Robby wants to kiss him!!!!!

He presses forward excitedly and his teeth clack against Robby's, and he slips a bit getting Robby's lower lip and chin a little wet. Dennis feels him laugh against his lips and frowns, trying to pull back a little, but Jack presses up against his back. 

"Shh you're okay pup, it's all so exciting huh little one?" He strokes a hand over his fur but keeping him from shuffling away and curling up in embarrassment. "Slow down a little, close your eyes for me, can you do that? Thats it- just like that good boy- now press forward slowly, don't move too much yet, let Mike lead okay? Thats it- oh puppy those little huffy whines are really something huh?" 

Oh shit, Dennis can feel his cunt clenching, sandwiched between them and wiggling his butt a little to try and …. what? Stop the feeling? Make it more intense? He doesn't know. All he knows is that Robby is moving against him so sweetly, pressing more gently this time and nibbling at his bottom lip. 

"Does that feel good?" 

Dennis nods desperately. 

"Yeah it does, little wiggles. You seeing this Michael?" 

Robby chuckles against his lips and mumbles, "see Dens? He never shuts up." 

"S'good. Like it." Dennis protests, and both men laugh gently at him. 

"Let him in then puppy, if you like it so much, don't worry puppy I'll talk you through it. Let him show you how good it can be. Just follow his lead and go slowly puppy." Dennis parts his lips and Robby's tongue fills the space. He hums, and lets Jack tilt his head to the side a bit. "If you go like this- fuckin' floppy little ears killin' me pup- yeah like that. See how that gives him a little more room? Oh puppy what's that noise hmm?" 

 What noise? Oh- that's him! Making that strange little high pitched huffy whine. But doesn't Jack know that he can't help it? It's just so nice to kiss Robby. Like so nice even if he feels like he's not doing it super well, sloppy spit on his chin. 

When Robby pulls back Dennis whimpers, and Robby's eyes crinkle, thumb coming to swipe below his lip. 

"Want a hands on lesson from Jack Dens?" Robby asks. 

"Um, yes please! Yeah, Jack?" He whips his head around but Jack is right there, his nose tickling into the side of his face, and then he's being passed from one man to the other as Jack goes in this time. 

Their teeth clack again. 

Jack pulls back and frowns, "now what did I just teach you pup?" 

Robby tuts, "don't be mean Jack, it's puppy's first go at this. He might need to be told a few times." He leans down and nibbles at Dennis' earlobe, whispering, "gotta go slow buddy, come on, be good for Jack like you were good for me." 

Dennis tries, he really does, he wants to be good- especially for Jack. He gets the impression that anything he does is going to make Robby laugh or smile, but with Jack he thinks there will be certain times where he must earn the title of good. And that thrills him just as much as Robby's quick adoration. 

"Please Jack. I'll b' good." 

"Yeah you will. Just excited right puppy." 

He forces himself slow, but he's pretty sure all of his energy just goes into his rapidly wagging tail. He knows because Robby keeps playing with it, running from it's base to the tip as he kneels up and leans over to Jack. When Jack licks into his mouth he tastes coffee on his tongue. 

Dennis lets their tongues dance, lets Jack huff and laugh and play with him, lets him tilt his head this way and that, until Dennis gently bites back at his lower lip. That gets a reaction, a really good reaction, Jack's fingers tightening on his jaw and panting into his mouth like a dog. He does it again, just a little harder, and Jack groans into his mouth until Dennis is gasping. 

When he pulls back, spit sheens Jack's lips like gloss. 

"Oh he's sweet, isn't he Michael." Jack mumbles, thumbing Dennis bottom lip. 

"Very- pass him back Jack?" 

"If I must." He winks at Dennis, and Dennis nearly chokes. 

They keep at it for a while, lazily passing him back and forth between them until his lips tingle from the attention. Dennis feels, with a certainty he's never felt before in his life, that this is exactly where he was meant to be. 

See, Dennis Whitaker has always wanted, more than anything, to belong. 

On the plains of Nebraska, growing rows of corn brushing at his shoulders as evening breeze curled in his fur, Dennis had let the cooling orange light paint his face and he'd almost felt it. But as much as his ma pretended he was her Denny he wasn't. Dennis' brothers weren't his brothers. His pa wasn't his pa, he was a man who bought Dennis so young he has no memories of the before. He's not sure if that's a blessing or a curse. 

Oh I don't know Dennis. He would grumble, a rough pet to his ears when he'd ask where he came from. I didn't read the papers when I got you, chucked em' after, you know this boy, now did you clean the silage chopper? Good boy. 

And life was good. Dennis didn't go to school with his brothers, but that's okay because he had farm work. And he went to church and all, but he didn't think the pastor like him much. But none of that mattered when he could run through the fields and wrestle until his clothes were caked in mud and shake his head like a pup to make his brothers and his ma laugh when he got hosed down. 

But then life went on around Dennis. It seemed to happen to everyone else but him. He stayed in that corn field, with the same evening glow, and the same rolling clouds and endless sky, and the same breeze rustling the leaves around him. The only difference is that he grew taller too with the corn. 

So Elijah left for college, and Peter married Jessica and had a little boy first and then a girl soon after, and Isaac married too, Lydia, who struggled with her twins so much that his ma was over at their house most of the time. Elijah came home and had a joint marriage with Noah, both their wives city girls who turned their hand to farm life, chasing an ideal Dennis isn't sure exists. But, well, who is he to comment really? Peter and Isaac both adopted hybrids of their own too, encouraged by their ma. 

They make such good playmates for the children. 

Dennis had swallowed hard at that. He was only twenty two, but the cracks that had started developing with Elijah left were eroding into canons now. Dennis was not the same. He would never have a wife and kids. He never belonged on that path. He was the thing brought into that life as an accessory to it. 

And that was fine too! 

He belonged, or so he thought, on the farm with pa. He was good at what he did, and he enjoyed it- even if he missed being silly and playful. Pa had got so serious, the more the years rolled by. Dennis was hardly ever told he was good anymore. 

And Noah and Isaac went and bought the farm land next to their pa's and what seemed like a good idea at the time was followed by a spout of bad luck and bad weather and then both his pa's and his brothers land yielded much less than they needed. Dennis, then, was a burden. He was another mouth to feed- no matter how much he tried to help. His pa sold as much as he could, old equipment, furniture, clothes. 

So when, at the incredibly late age of 25 Dennis had fallen sick, confined to his room for a week of blood and sweat and tears, he'd emerged as a whimpering newly presented omega. Was it any surprise then, really, that his p- no- his owner, had sold him too?

Jack slides Dennis' t-shirt over his head and his nipples perk up at the change in temperature. He squeaks into Robby's mouth where he's re-attached himself as soon as possible after he was rudely pulled away. 

Fuck- Dennis hopes they want to keep him. He hopes so badly they want to keep him because if he feels this good already? If this is only the first day he hopes that this is good for them too. He desperately wants to be good. 

"Please- oh my- Jack- Jackkk." Dennis whines into Robby's mouth as Jack teases at his nipples. 

"What pup?" He sucks a mark into Dennis' shoulder. 

"T-touch me." 

"He is touching you puppy." Robby laughs. 

"He said- earlier he said-" He gets cut off with a gasp when Jack pinches a little harder. 

His cock hurts from how hard he is now and he's pretty sure he's leaking slick from his cunt all over their bed. Hopefully they'll be okay with that- Dennis wants it to smell like him, but he's always found people to be slightly more concerned with stuff like that than hybrids, and he's learnt when to keep his mouth shut. Like… sure he would let them cum into the fabric of the blanket on his dog bed but he guesses that would be weird or something… whatever. 

"What did he say? Was he mean? Hmm? Was Jack mean to the little puppy?" 

Jack scoffs-,"I wasn't mean-" 

"Shh, you wanted a pup who could talk let him talk Jack."

"He said that if I liked the kissing you would suck my cock." 

Jack barks out a laugh, pressing his face into the crook of Dennis' neck and giggling while Robby raises a perfectly immaculate eyebrow. "Did he now?" 

"You do love sucking cock brother."

Robby moves to slip his shorts down his legs and off the side of the bed, grumbling, "I thought the point of this was to have someone suck our cocks Jack." 

A chill runs up Dennis' spine. "Oh… oh I can do that! Sorry I didn't- 

"Shh pup, he's only kidding. Just teasing pup. He'll suck your cock." Jack pets at his ears and eases him to sit propped up slightly at the top of the bed. "See one, do one, teach one- right Mike? How's the pup gonna know what to do if he's never had one before." 

Jack settles beside him as Robby nods and presses a kiss to his forehead. 

"Look at him Michael, leaking into his little panties just from some kissin'." 

Dennis isn't sure how to explain the feeling that came over him when he first say Robby yesterday in the shop, except that it felt right. 

Lots of people, in all the shops he'd been passed around in, had been interested when they'd learnt he was a virgin. Some of them breeders, which made Dennis shudder. He'd have gone, of course, if one of them had paid his pa's ridiculous asking fee. But, rather petulantly, he didn't wanna. Some of them had turned away when they'd heard him speak, so he'd learnt not to before he was asked. Some of their hands in his ears made him cringe. Some of them looked at him in ways that made him want to curl up into a little ball. Some had curled away from him when he got overly excited or was too eager. 

Robby was different though. Robby was attractive and he wanted the man to come closer, to like him, to touch and pet him. Dennis could count on one hand the number of times he wanted that since leaving Nebraska. He liked the way Robby's smile lit up his face, and the way his eyes crinkled with warmth. And the way his hand felt so big against Dennis' head, and the way he talked- and and and- 

He liked too, that Robby liked him and his wiggle and excitement, even before he learnt what Dennis was. Like he liked Dennis not the list of things on the paper. 

Then when he'd stepped aside and Jack took his place, Dennis felt the swooping of his stomach all over again, and this time he felt it between his legs too. 

He feels it now, as Jack trails a hand down his stomach, but dialled up to one hundred. He wriggles and squirms. 

"How u feeling Dennis? Wanna pause or-" 

Dennis can't help the rumbly little growl that builds in his throat at the idea of stopping. Stopping? He can't stop now! Jack's hand is so close. 

"Oh boy, I'm gonna have so much fun with you kid." Jack laughs, toying with the waistband of his briefs. "I think he wants to carry on Mike." 

"If he does he can use his big boy words. First time and all." 

"Please!" He huffs, then remembers himself, forcing himself sweet. "Please Robby, I really wanna carry on please. You don't have to- can I just- I wanna do-" 

"Okay puppy, okay. We've got you don't worry." 

The briefs slip down his thighs, Robby taking one of his legs out before shoving between his legs and propping his heels up near his head. His white socked feet bounce over his shoulders. Robby leaves the briefs dangling off of one of his feet, and Jack groans at the sight, palming his cock through his plaid pyjama bottoms. 

Then, all logic leaves his brain because there's a hand on his cock pumping once, twice, and then warmth. 

Dennis screams, the sound caught in Jack's mouth as he takes it all and mixes it with his own moans, hand roaming Dennis' chest like he's on the prowl. 

"Oh that's good puppy! Does that feel good?" Jack mumbles against his lips, pulling back to look at Robby's mouth enveloping his cock. Dennis isn't small like some omegas, but he easily fits whole in Robby's mouth and the sensation makes tears prick at the corners of his eyes.

Dennis nods frantically, head slipping back and tongue involuntarily slipping out as he pants. Jack slides two fingers into his mouth and Dennis sucks, hollowing his cheeks to match Robby. 

"Such a good boy for us look at you, yeah puppy, yeah!" Jack coos like he would a real dog doing a trick for his owner, his own hand speeding up. 

It's hardly no time at all before Dennis feels himself clenching up, muscles tightening, he tries to tell Jack but the fingers are in his way!! So he can't warn Robby at all before he's coming straight into his mouth. He would apologise, but unfortunately Dennis feels every part of his mind transcend to a higher plane of existence where all he can feel is the curling of his toes and the panting whines from his own throat in his ears. 

It's the best feeling he's ever felt in his life. 

He feels himself being moved, but he's all soupy and blissed out, so he just lets it happen, boneless and overcome with happiness. He's placed on someone's chest, broad muscles and bare skin and warmth. And oh that's so nice. He likes that a lot. Dennis wants to live inside of that warmth, so he nuzzles his cheek into the chest and gets a pat to his head. 

"Hey puppy, little one. Kid are you back online yet?" Someone whispers into his ear, a hand running up and down his back soothingly. 

No, Dennis thinks, grinning at the idea of teasing but his brain to mouth connection isn't working. Stupid brain. He yips tiredly instead. All this orgasm stuff is hard work for a pup, don't they know! They can't expect him to make words yet!

"How you feeling? You up for Michael playing with your little pussy Dennis?" He bites at Dennis' earlobe. 

Dennis yips with a little more feeling and bites down playfully, growling playfully as he scrapes his teeth against the freckled skin under his tongue. 

With his assent, he's shifted down a little, Jack's cock- naked… when did he get naked? Did Dennis miss that? No! He wanted to see!!! He squirms to try and see but he's held down with a quick stay still Dens. Then a second later, Dennis, buddy, settle. He whines and is about to try and find words, because this isn't fair when a quick swipe through his pussy makes him freeze. 

"Oh I think the puppy liked that- do it again." The hand between his legs returns, and this time Dennis wriggles for an entirely different reason. "Yeah he really likes that. Like feeling Mikey play with your pussy Den? Want his fingers inside of you- do you? Hmm? Do you buddy?" 

Dennis whines, his tail wagging frantically before Robby gets a hand on it- pulls it upwards in a way that had Dennis arching his back and grinding his stomach into Jack's cock, and then there's a finger in his pussy!!!

Robby starts slow, which Dennis can't tell if he's happy for or if it's an act personally chosen to drive him insane. Either way, it feels so so good that he can't help rocking back on the hand and rubbing himself on Jack until a second finger is added. He babbles out a thank you, and then gets a third for his trouble. They curl up inside of him and Dennis pants and huffs into Jack. 

"Desperate little thing." Robby laughs, biting marks into his ass as he plays. "Want more Dens?" 

"P-please." He whines. 

He was expecting another finger, what he wasn't expecting is to feel the head of Robby's cock notch at the entrance of his cunt. And holy fuck this is so much better. 

"Just the tip pup, gotta see if you like it first." Jack says, but his voice is all curled around a smile, which- if Dennis has any brain left- would have made him nervous in the best way. He whines pitifully. He doesn't want that he wants it all! "Oi, hush with that pup, you'll take what we give you okay? We know what's best for you Den, gotta let us work your pussy up to it." 

Robby slowly pushes in, the stretch not too bad after his fingers and the way Dennis' pussy is dripping for them. It still feels, feels all full, in a way the fingers didn't. 

"More!" He demands instantly, but Robby moves back. 

Back???? That isn't what Dennis asked for! He paws clumsily behind him until Jack grabs his hand and brings it back to his chest. 

Robby slips the tip back in, then out again, then in- and Dennis knows- he just knows that its not enough!!

He whimpers, pitiful and turns his big wet eyes up at Jack. 

"Oh pup." He flicks Dennis' pouting lower lip. "What's up buttercup? Do you not like it? Mike I don't think he likes it." 

Dennis growls. No! He leans forward and nips at Jack's fingers, playfully until Jack doesn't do anything, and then a little harder. He feels Jack's cock twitch this time. 

"Dens honey do you want to stop?" Robby teases, slipping just a little more in. "It might be too much for his first time Jack, you know how sensitive little pups are. Maybe we should let him have a nap and-" 

Dennis has had enough with both of them. He growls again, spitting Jack's fingers out his mouth and shouting, "no!" before pushing back as hard as he can towards Robby. He gets maybe an inch more inside of him- success! But it's still not enough. 

Thankfully Robby relents with a okay puppy, we got you, relax, biggggg stretch puppy. And then Robby's whole cock slides into him, filling him in ways he didn't even realise he could be filled. He feels it in his throat. 

He was wrong, earlier, this- this- is the best feeling he's ever felt.

"Please please please-" he starts to babble, but it quickly gets turned into a concoction of huffs and whines and yips as Robby grips his hips and starts slowly thrusting, picking up in speed until he's jolting Dennis up against Jack with every snap of his hips. 

"Yeah- yeah that's- fuck pup- that's it." Jack reaches around and pulls at his tail and Dennis yelps, teeth digging into Jack's chest again. The hand moves to his hair. "Close pup, kiss me." 

When Jack cums he does so with a shout, biting at Dennis' lower lip, then his shoulder, and then his earlobe as he rides himself through it, using the momentum of Dennis' jolted body from the rhythm Robby sets. 

Meanwhile Dennis is letting out little 'uh-uh-uh' noises as Robby snaps his hips into him. It's heaven. He doesn't think it can get any better but then it does when he's suddenly pressed between the two bodies properly. When he looks up, it's to the sight of the two men kissing, tongues tangling as they pant and moan into each others mouths and fuck Dennis feels his pussy clench around Robby's cock and then he's cumming even harder than the first time. 

"Did he just- did he just cum because we kissed?" Jack's incredulous voice makes him shake, cheeks burning, but Robby just snaps his hips harder. 

"Fuck, fuck Jack he did. Good pup- good- fuck- good- I'm close." 

"Go on baby, fuck him like you want to. Go on. He wants it don't you Den? Wanna be filled up with Robby's cum so it leaks out of you? Drips out of your little broken in pussy?" 

Robby groans. "Your fucking mouth Jack. I love- I love you." And then he's holding Dennis hips steady for one last thrust. Buried flush to Dennis, he spills inside of him, the feeling of it settling so deep inside Dennis that he almost cums again, his pussy giving a weak fluttering attempt to milk Robby for all he's worth. 

Floatily, he feels himself moved sideways and enveloped between the two men, safe and warm and the most content he's ever been in his life. He hears, distant like a dream, sweet praises, a hand stroking his ears and one on his tail, repeats of good boy and good puppy. And with Robby's cock still notched deep in him, Dennis lets a rumbly contented half-purr and succumbs to sleep. 

~

When Dennis wakes, he's still on Jack's chest- thank god, but he's empty again. Empty too, feels his neck where he feels they really should collar him, especially after that. The absence is… well… rude. For them to show him this and then take it away and leave him empty. No he- he needs- ah! Jack has a cock he could-

He leans back and looks down and yes! Score! Jack's cock is right there and he's even bigger than Robby. Thick even when it's not hard and Dennis wants it in him. He nudges Jack's shoulder, not taking his eyes off of it. 

"Jack. Jack. Jackkkkkk wake up." 

Jack doesn't open his eyes but he grumbles a sleepy, "what pup?" 

"Can we go again? Please? Again please?" Dennis starts to vibrate as he comes around more, and Jack groans, throwing a hand over his face. 

It’s hot. The room reeks of sex, and Robby feels like he’s burning from the inside out while sweat drips down Dennis’s temple (which Robby so graciously licks up) and both can’t seem to get enough of it.

The older man shudders at a particularly poignant thrust before he starts whining.

“Den, please!” He babbles, “please can I— oh!— I want to be in you.”

“What? Is this not enough for you?” The blonde punctuates with a huff, and follows it with, “you really think you deserve it?”

Robby thinks back for a moment (he isn’t sure how he manages that considering his head is clouded by the sight of his lovely boyfriend straddling his waist and moving his hips so, so deliciously) to their day, sifting through the memories of where he could’ve possibly have gone wrong. He’s coming up empty. Until— oh. Right. Jesse.

In Robby’s defense —there isn’t one— Jesse kept looking at Dennis in a way that could only be described as flirty. He’d seen the nurse’s hand a little too close to Dennis’s lower back (his ass) when he tried to move around him, and though he gave Dennis that good-natured smile, Robby could it see the underlying meanings. Unfortunately, It hadn’t been a one-off instance either.

Jesse had been on pretty much every case Dennis worked. Every time Robby did a headcount and found his boyfriend’s light-colored curls, there was a tousled grey-haired man just behind him. Call Robby a jealous man (he is) but there was absolutely no reason for the nurse to be touching his boyfriend. Robby considered getting ‘property of Michael Robinavitch’ tattooed on Dennis’s neck where everyone can see it, but figured it might be too much.

Instead, the man walked up to his lover at the end of their shared shift, grabbed Dennis’s chin to turn him away from his computer, and kissed him full on the mouth at the hub.

Now, ordinarily, this wouldn’t be such a big deal. Except, up until that moment, their relationship had been a complete secret, and Robby’s jealous ass had to just go and blow their cover.

“My bad.” He says breathlessly into Dennis’s mouth. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“Bullshit, Robinavitch.” He smirks, “you forget that I know you.”

It’s true. Robby doesn’t know how the kid has procured such knowledge, and learned all the small details that make Robby, Robby, but it is equal parts frustrating and endearing when he pulls out a random card and reads him better than a tarot deck.

His hips roll when Robby doesn’t answer in time.

“I’m sorry!”

“Yeah?” Dennis cocks a brow, “for what?”

“Acting like a jealous asshole.” Dennis grips the pocket pussy, making the space even tighter, almost suffocating. “And- and outing our relationship. I’m sorry— Jesus! Would you quit doing that before I blow my load!”

The corner of Dennis’s mouth quirks up at the admission. “The mighty Michael Robinavitch, brought to his knees by envy.” He picked up the pace again as an embarrassing whine came from Robby’s throat. “One of the big seven sins, you know?”

He knows. He’ll pray to his god —Dennis— for forgiveness for the remainder of his time on earth if it means that Dennis will let him bury himself inside of his lover’s hole.

“ ‘m sorry, Den. Please, please! I’m sorry!” But his pleas go unheard, Dennis ignores them with a cruel smile and an even crueler stilling of his hips.

“What makes you think you deserve to fuck me?”

“I don’t.” He replies wetly, “I don’t deserve to fuck you.”

“Wow, probably the most honest you’ve been all day!” Dennis’s unoccupied fingers go to the side of Robby’s face, thumb gently stroking the skin of his cheek and the facial hair that adorns it. “You don’t deserve to fuck me, do you, you old pervert?”

Robby shakes his head in denial, hating the way his stomach flips when he’s called a pervert; hating how his cock twitches as Dennis speaks the word so teasingly.

“Oh, you like that?” He asks, grinning meanly. “You like to be called a perv? I bet all of our coworkers probably see you as one, now that you’ve gone ahead and kissed me in front of them.”

“Oh, god!” He sniffles, lump forming in his throat, because somehow, it’s making him more hard. “Den—!”

“Big boss man, fucking the intern. They probably think you’re a disgusting old man, that you’re the one who groomed me into this relationship,” Robby sobs, the degradation makes him throb against Dennis. “Little do they know it was the other way around. That I’m the one who seduced you. It’s not your fault you’re so fucking weak, baby. You fell for me almost immediately, didn’t you?”

He nods as he hides his face against Dennis’s sweat-slicked chest, embarrassment amplifying the arousal.

“I did.” He rubs his nose against his boyfriend’s sternum. “I was weak. I gave in. I’m sorry.”

Truth be told, Robby isn’t sure what he’s apologizing for this time. He figures that if he does it enough, Dennis will resume pleasuring both Robby and himself. He just needs him to move. It hurts.

Brown eyes widen when Dennis unexpectedly backs off of his lap. Dick exiting the sex toy that had been wrapped around them both. Robby’s breaths come out ragged. The knot in his stomach, tightens for a moment, then settles, and he almost growls in frustration.

Fucking Dennis is never easy. He likes to tease, to degrade, to whisper filthy words that will make a whore blush. He likes to take Robby apart and put him back together, he takes his sweet ol’ time playing games. Which is why when he does allow Robby entry into his ass, it’s equal parts nirvana and hell.

“Den—?”

“Hush.” He squishes Robby’s cheeks and pecks him on his puckered lips as he takes the cock sleeve off of Robby. “You want to fuck me so badly, Old man?”

He nods so violently that he thinks he’s given himself whiplash. “Then trade places with me.”

With impressive strength that surprises them both, Robby flips Dennis over onto his back, and sits on his haunches waiting for instructions. The way that Dennis’s blue eyes are almost swallowed completely by his dilated pupils is so beautiful. He looks like a fucking vision.

Pale, freckled skin (save for his farmers tan) bare against the midnight blue sheets. The definition of his thigh muscles and toned stomach and biceps have Robby feeling so inadequate that his head swirls. But the one thing that Robby has that Dennis doesn’t, is a massive cock. It’s not bragging if it’s the truth.

“Get the lube.” He does. “Finger me open. Get me nice and wet, you wouldn’t want hurt me, would you?”

He doesn’t. (Yes, he does.)

“I’d never hurt you, promise. I’ll make you feel so good, Denny.” He slicks up his fingers and sinks one into Dennis, who he inhales sharply at the intrusion. Robby starts a slow back and forth motion, not aiming to pleasure his boy, but just to stretch him out enough, get him to loosen up. A few second later, with Dennis’s permission, of course, he adds another finger. Then another, until finally, three fingers are pumping in and out of Dennis’s ass, curling to reach the spot that makes his jaw go slack and his hips buck.

Dennis’s pink cock is leaking all over his stomach while Robby’s is desecrating the sheets below him just from watching the way his fingers dive in with zero tension, the noisiness of the action mixed with Dennis’s moans is like music to his ears. A siren’s song that he would willingly steer his ship into rocks for.

Dennis comes with a shout, feet planted on the mattress and hands going to the one between his legs to push it in and out, forcing Robby to act as a toy rather than a living, breathing human being. (Though, to be fair, Robby isn’t breathing in that moment, too star struck by the beauty in front of him.)

Once Dennis deems himself fit, he looks at Robby, satisfied smile playing on his lips as Robby shifts from his knees being almost as stiff as his cock.

“You can come in me.” Robby lights up like Dennis has given him the keys to heaven’s gate. “But…” oh, no “you can only put the tip in.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” He hums, the pads of his fingers drawing shapes into Robby’s hair-covered tummy. “Just the tip. If you go any further than we stop.”

Just the tip. He sucks in a breath, I can do that. I can be good.

“Oh, can you?”

“Did I say that out loud?” His boy nods as Robby huffs. “Just the tip?”

“Just the tip.” Dennis confirms.

Robby dips his fingers into the spurts of semen on Dennis’s skin, paints him with the white, sticky substance, then licks it off, letting the salty taste intoxicate him. Dennis lets out a long, breathy ‘fuck!’ As he does.

With his fingers still in his mouth, he uses his other hand to open the lube and drip it right onto his dick which is pressed against Dennis’s hole, begging to be surrounded by wet warmth.

When he does enter, Robby has to stop himself immediately. The pressure of the outer ring constricting against his cockhead has his actual head spinning.

He backs out slowly, then inches forward with a whimper. He repeats the pattern again, then again. And Robby is fighting for his life.

He needs to come; aches for it. His abdomen contracts and his heartbeat hammers in both his chest and his balls as he forces himself to not go beyond the tip. It’s not enough. It’s too much. He can’t think. He can’t speak, he can’t breathe. He needs, needs, needs to come. But he won’t without Dennis’s permission.

“Oh, Honey.” Dennis laughs as he speaks sweet nothings into the air. Robby hears him loud and clear, but he’s too busy trying to find relief to actually comprehend anything that doesn’t involve Dennis’s asshole clenching aground his hard cock. “You’re doing so good, listening to me. Doing so well.”

The praise affects him just as much as the degrading. “So pretty like this. So good.”

Robby’s thighs are shaking from the effort, whining and crying like a baby as Dennis’s thumbs rub away tears that fall from his eyes in earnest.

“Need— fu- fuck! Den! Need!” He’s mildly surprised that he manages to string together actual words.

“Aww, you need? How cute.” He flashes Robby that smile he adores so much. “You know what I need?”

Robby’s screaming internally, thinking that Dennis is finally going to allow him to fuck him properly. He gets overexcited, only to be let down. “What I needed, was for you to not make me look like a fool in front of our peers. I needed you to behave.”

“‘M sorry. ‘M sorry. I’m sor-sorry!”

“You didn’t behave.” Dennis points out as Robby rocks shallowly into him, “which is why you aren’t allowed to fuck me the way you want. So you either come like this, or not at all. Your choice, old man.”

His chest feels like it might cave if he speaks, so he opts to nod and whimper in agreement.

“Come on, Michael,” Dennis coos, “you can do it. You can be a good boy for me. I know you can.”

Robby’s hips snap forward unprecedented. He doesn’t mean to, really. But the second Dennis calls him a ‘good boy’ he looses it. And he figures since he’s already broken the rules, he might as well go all in despite the consequences.

He pins Dennis down, hand loose around the younger man’s neck, not choking him, but letting the threat linger while he pounds relentlessly into the man’s hole. The curses coming from Dennis’s mouth, rude, and admonishing, have Robby drilling into him harder.

Dennis’s cock is hard again, and Robby refrains from teasing him about it, because he’s too busy chasing his pleasure.

Heat licks up his spine, and draws out moan after moan while Dennis bitches at him. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”

“No you aren’t.” Correct.

He repeats the words like they’re the only ones in existence. Robby tucks his face into the crook of Dennis’s neck when he comes. He’s shaking, unsteady and ashamed, and crying. Oh. How pathetic.

He holds onto Dennis like a lifeline, as though he’s the only thing that’s keeping him afloat in the sea of hazy post-sex thoughts.

“Jack and Trinity are going to be insufferable.” Dennis murmurs, kissing the side of Robby’s head. He lets out a grunt of agreement.

“Gloria’s going to fucking kill me.” Robby mumbles against Dennis’s collar bone, feeling the vibrations of his small chuckle.

It was Dana’s 60th birthday and all the nurses had got together and planned a surprise for her. They’d rented out a floor in a bar, which played live music and offered two for one cocktails. It was a good turn out but Robby wasn’t exactly surprised, everybody adored Dana and would make sure they could come even it was just for one drink.

The private floor was nice, they only needed to venture out to order drinks. Robby was too old to be dealing with the hustle of a bar, he could just nurse his beer and talk to friends without having to deal with the general public. He did enough of that at work.

However, his younger colleagues were beginning to migrate downstairs where they could dance near the live band. He smiled as he watched Dennis get pulled through the crowd by Trinity and begin reluctantly dancing.

Unbeknownst to Dennis, Robby’s attention wasn’t the only he’d captured. Men all around him had turned to watch him dance, giggling loudly as Mel twirled him around. Trinity grabbed him and whispered in his ear, pointing up at the balcony where Robby leant. Quickly, Dennis glanced up and gave Robby a huge smile with a wave. Robby awkwardly saluted him back before turning to Jack who came to stand beside him.

“Enjoying yourself?” Jack teased, already knowing exactly who Robby would have been watching.

“Plenty.” He said, swigging the last of his beer. “Where’s the birthday girl?”

“Downstairs.” He said, pointing to where Dana stood out against the crowd with her tiara and bright pink birthday sash. “Emma convinced her to do shots.”

“Christ.” He snorted. “Rather her than me.”

Robby noticed that further down the bar, Dennis leant with one of his braver admirers talking to him. No doubt offering to buy him a drink.

“You’re empty, brother.” Jack hinted, taking the bottle out of Robby’s hand.

Not needing to be told twice, Robby headed downstairs and not so subtly set himself up next to Dennis. He was far enough away that it could be considered a coincidence if Dennis ignored him in favour of the flirty man but close enough to step in if he was uncomfortable.

“Robby!” Dennis shouted as a fruity cocktail appeared in front of him.

“Hey, you having fun?” He asked.

“Tons! You here for a dance?” He swayed his hips a little which resulting in them briefly brushing against Robby’s own. He felt hot from just that simple touch.

“I don’t dance kid.” He shook his head.

“What? Everybody dances!”

“I’ve got no rhythm.” He shrugged, nearly jumping when he suddenly felt Dennis’s hands on his hips.

“I could help.” He winked, forcing Robby to move his hips in time with Dennis’s.

“Is your dad going to leave you alone at any point?” A voice behind Dennis asked, Robby had almost forgotten he existed.

He knew he should be offended but he had to laugh, the guy had a point. Who wanted their creepy, older boss hanging around when they were trying to pull? Robby was ready to bow out and take Dennis’s hands off him when he clocked the pure anger on Dennis’s face before he whipped around to face the other man.

“Excuse me?” Dennis shouted. “What did you just say?”

“Leave the old guy alone and let’s go dance.” He suggested, clearly not spotting Dennis’s anger.

“That old guy saves lives on a daily basis and deserves some respect, what the fuck do you do?” Robby never felt like a damsel in distress before but he was selfishly enjoying Dennis defend his honour.

“Come on, I just bought you a drink. Don’t I deserve a little something?” He smiled in what Robby assumed he thought was a charming way.

“How dare you!” Dennis shoved the drink towards him, a lot of then contents spilling on the bar.

“Seriously? You’re picking Daddy over me?” He scoffed as he gestured towards Robby, again he couldn’t really argue. Of the two of them, he was much more attractive and age appropriate. Dennis stepped back so he was pressed against Robby’s chest.

“It would seem that way, wouldn’t it?”

“Whatever. You’re not even that hot anyway.” He grabbed the two drinks off the bar and headed back into the crowd.

“What an asshole.” Dennis muttered, turning towards Robby but making no attempts to step away.

“And wrong.” Robby added, the alcohol making him a little looser lipped than he should be. But who could blame him when Dennis was pressed up against him, his brain was short circuiting.

“What?” Dennis tilted his head slightly before realisation kicked in. “Do you think I’m hot Dr Robby?”

“Come on now, you know you’re hot.” He mumbled, embarrassed to be blushing at his big old age.

“If it makes you feel better, I think you’re hot too.” He whispered right in Robby’s ear before lightly kissing his cheek.

Robby felt warm all over, desperately wanting to pin Dennis to the bar and kiss him senseless, regardless of who saw. Dennis must have seen the desire in his eyes because he hooked his hand around Robby’s neck and pulled him down. It was a quick kiss but it was full of promise, it made Robby want to throw Dennis over his shoulder and take him home.

“Come with me.” Dennis smirked, taking his hand and leading him towards the corridor to the toilets.

He knew he shouldn’t, he wanted to do things properly with Dennis but he also needed to get his hands on him right now. He knew the man from earlier was probably still watching them, hell people from work were probably watching them too but he just didn’t care.

They’d barely locked the door behind them before Robby was on Dennis, pinning him to the wall and kissing him, just the way he’d been imaging for weeks. He pushed his leg between Dennis’s, smiling into the kiss as Dennis helplessly rode his thigh.

“Fuck.” Dennis gasped as Robby’s lips moved to his neck, biting and nipping until red bloomed against his skin.

Robby groaned as he looked at the marks on his neck, he wanted to take Dennis back out to the bar and parade him around so everybody knew who he belonged to. But suddenly, Dennis was dropping to his knees and Robby realised there was no place he’d rather be.

Dennis looked up at Robby as he gently cupped the bulge in his trousers, as if asking for permission. It would take a stronger man than Robby to say no to those begging, blue eyes.

“Jesus Den, please.”

Not needing to be told twice, Dennis quickly undid the zipper and lowered his trousers and pants in one go, eyes widening at the sight of Robby’s hard cock in front of him. He licked one long strip from base to tip before kissing him all over, no part of Robby’s dick untouched as he practically worshipped him.

“Wanted this... wanted you… for so long.” He said between kisses.

He licked the tip, moaning as the salty, tangy taste of precum hit his tongue. Dennis took him inside, staring deep into Robby’s eyes as his cock slowly disappeared into his lips.

Robby could die happy now he knew what it felt like to be inside Dennis’s mouth, now he knew all the things that tongue could do.

Robby desperately dug his fingers into soft curls as Dennis bobbed his head back and forth, groaning with each thrust as if he were the one receiving such pleasure. His hips helplessly bucked and sent his cock deeper down his throat.

“Feels good… you’re so good.” Robby moaned.

His head hit the door in front of him as he practically curled in on himself, Dennis taking him all the way in until his nose was nestled in coarse hair, did the kid have no gag reflex? He swallowed around the head of his cock, moving his head up and down and making sure his cock hit the back of his throat each time.

God, Robby was close. He hadn’t come this quickly in a long time, although if he was being honest with himself the only partner he’d had recently was his right hand.

“Den… I…” He tried to warn but he could barely speak, just powerless to his moans and pants. But Dennis seemed to understand what he was saying, working his mouth quicker, his hands coming up to play with what he couldn’t fit in his mouth.

Robby cried out as he came down Dennis’s throat, his vision blacking out momentary as all he could feel was the wet warmth around his cock as it twitched and spurted.

Dennis swirled his tongue around him one last time before pulling off, a string of saliva mixed with cum connecting the tip to his puffy, red lips.

“You’re bigger than I was expecting.” He admitted, voice slightly hoarse.

“Baby, you’ve already got me with my pants around my ankles in a bar bathroom. Enough of the sweet talk.” He joked, pulling Dennis to his feet and gently wiping his face with some tissue.

Robby tucked himself away before returning Dennis to his rightful place on his thigh, grinding into the hardness of his crotch.

“We should probably head back.” Dennis gasped, his hips telling a different story. “We have been gone a suspiciously long time.”

With great reluctance, Robby let Dennis push him away. Dennis splashed cold water in his face and took some deep breaths to calm down. While it was blatantly obvious what had happened in the bathroom, Trinity would never let him live it down if he walked through a bar hard.

“But take me back to yours afterwards and we can finish what we started.” He winked over his shoulder when he caught Robby’s pout in the mirror.

Dennis took Robby’s hand and he let himself be dragged around by the younger man a second time that night. He led him to the band, where a wasted Dana was dropping it low. It seemed like the upper floor was empty now and the Pitt crew had commandeered the dancefloor. An arm swung around his shoulder and a smug Jack handed him another beer.

“Shut up.” Robby rolled his eyes, taking the drink anyway.

“I didn’t say anything.” He held his hands up innocently.