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I think a lot about robby who arrives home from his sabbatical early, several weeks early, and not in a good way. he's had enough, he's reached his last straw and just about managed to get home before he made bad decisions on the roads, and now he's breaking down. he's too far gone, too downtrodden and too tired to care that dennis is still in his house when he gets back.
he collapses and sobs until he gags, he cries and he hits things, denting the wall in places and smashing a glass all over the kitchen tile. he sees dennis there, standing close and looking upset, in the corner of his eye as he falls to pieces. if he had the capacity, he'd feel remorseful that he's putting his favourite intern through this, that such a kind and pretty boy was having to see him crash and burn in the worst way possible. but he doesn't have the strength.
he mourns the fact that dennis will surely run, take his leave, report his lack of stability to the hospital. his grief at losing this young man in his life only adds to his cries and his anger and his upset, and he ends up curled in a ball and catatonic, gasping for air as he spasms from all the crying. it's left him dehydrated and with a migraine, and eventually he passes out on the hardwood floor. he can see a blurry image of dennis's feet in his vision as he blacks out, and he hates that that's the last he'll ever see of the boy. he's ruined every last thing.
he wakes up fourteen hours later, confused and weak. he's exhausted from the sobs and his hands ache from the bruises from his destruction of the wall. he doesn't understand how he's in his bed or how his jacket is gone, or how his knuckles have been cleaned and bandaged. there's water and painkillers on the side table, and the mess has been cleared up.
there's a knock on the door after a while, and robby's eyes widen and he's frozen when dennis walks through the door. he looks a little tired, but he's dressed comfortably and holds warm toast and soup on a tray. he smiles at robby, and its a sad smile.
robby can't help but feel tears blur his eyes again, reasoning with the fact that dennis saw it all- saw him screaming and swearing and punching, saw him sobbing until he couldn't breathe and passed out, saw him so unbearably ugly, and stayed. he didn't run and tell or judge. he tucked robby into bed, treated his wounds, and cooked him warm food.
for some reason, dennis had decided that he was worth staying for. robby didn't know if he could ever be deserving of that gift.
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dennis being a wingman for trinity at the gay bar is so funny to me, because he is so goddamn awkward.
i just imagine that he just goes up to pretty ladies at the bar,points to trinity,tells them " my friend over there likes you", then looks at them like this
"It's good to have you back."
"It's good to be back."
Had the absolute pleasure of drawing this Sheith postcard for @avidbeader mailing gift project, celebrating 10 years of Sheith â¤ď¸đ¤
Backed by APXGP and driving alongside rookie hotshot Trinity Santos, all he wants is to forget the entirety of the past year and all the setbacks that came with it â the disappointment of not having won a Championship title in over a decade, the anniversary of his mentorâs death, and the discovery that his previous teammate, Frank Langdon, had been competing while high on benzos. To make matters worse, the board of directors, unhappy with Langdonâs bad press, Trinity's attitude, and Robby's recent performance scores, have offered an ultimatum: place first in at least one Grand Prix in the upcoming season or they'll be forced to liquidate the team.Â
Being the oldest driver on the grid, Robbyâs sure this is going to be his last chance to prove himself and secure his legacy, and heâs determined to make it count.Â
But when he finds out that Langdon, fresh out of rehab, has joined Ferrari and will now be racing against him, all while trying to make amends with everyone he left behind at APXGP, Robby's optimism and resolve start to crumble. And with Santos' recklessness resulting in a debilitating accident in Monza, it's up to their reserve driver, F1 newbie Dennis Whitaker, to take her place and save their shot at victory â and maybe Robby's sanity, too.
It won't be easy, he knows that for sure. But Dennis is sharp, focused, and ambitious, and heâalong with team principal Jack Abbot, technical director Dana Evans, and chief mechanic Cassie McKayâmakes the dream of once again earning the World Drivers' Championship trophy seem possible for the first time in a long time.
All Robby has to do is what he does best: keep his head down and drive.
And, of course, ignore the flutter in his stomach every time Dennis throws him an eager, enthusiastic grin during training, or the lurch of his heart every time someone makes contact with the kid's car out on the track, or the urge to kiss the champagne off his lips when they finally make it onto the podium.
hc that robby smacks dennis's ass all the time- like, numerous times a day. usually when they're at home, but he'll manage at work too. any time he's behind dennis? he's smacking it. dennis has a nice, round, jiggly ass- it would be rude not to.
dennis in return decides to start smacking robby's ass. however, the first time he tries it, he realises that robby's ass is as flat as a plank. he's basically smacking bone, rather than plump flesh like he has. after a few shocked moments where the two men stare at each other and marvel at just how nonexistent robby's ass really is, dennis comes up with a solution.
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ik they live together so santos definitely knows about Whitvadi like right away but imagine a world where they successfully keep it a secret like maybe Vic moves out and Dennis helps her build her furniture and it just blooms into something more naturally and heâs so scared to tell Trin about it because she keeps saying to him that Vicâs such a cute little Bambi girl and she worries about guys taking advantage of her adorable little face and god what would Trinâs reaction be if she knew HEâS taking advantage of dear sweet Victoria? But he really likes her!
Meanwhile Victoria doesnât tell Trin bc sheâs been like DISHING in EXTREME detail about the hot boy she met âoh, on one of my rotations, you know how it isâ and Trin deadass thinks ok this girl has terrible taste but if she wants to fuck Ogilvie thatâs fine. Like it sounds like heâs killer in bed and very considerate which is weird but if sheâs happy Iâm happy
When she inevitably catches them holding hands sheâs like YOUâRE CHEATING ON OGILVIE?????? and Dennis gets TERRIFIED she thinks HEâS cheating on Ogilvie with Victoria
The Pitt (RPF) // Noah Wyle/Gerran Howell // Explicit
âhow do you feel?â
he doesn't really know, truthfully, so he settles for:
âoverwhelmed.â
and when all that's met with is a raised eyebrow, he tries again.
âgrateful.â
that seems to tickle something in noah, and he cocks an eyebrow.
âyeah? to anyone in particular?â
or
noah congratulates gerran on his emmy nomination
Chapter 5 is up after a mini hiatus! Thanks so much for the continued interest y'all and thank you for your patience!! I've been enjoying this so much đŹ
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Aww man Whitaker spending more and more weekends at Amyâs because he thinks Santos wants him out of the way and to be with Garcia while Santos is keeping her situation with Garcia going to fill the void of whitakers absence. Ahh man these kids
Dennis started his rotation in emergency medicine tomorrow and he needed to have a good nightâs sleep. Which is why he found himself in a bar a short walk from the hospital, he wasnât going to get the rest he needed in his crappy hospital bed so he needed to find another bed for the night. Sure, it wasnât the healthiest way of securing a decent bed but it worked for him.
He usually went older, guys his age had similar sleeping situation to him, bare mattresses and lumpy pillows. But older men meant stable, meant money. Older men meant town houses, a solid bed frame and a comfy mattress. They also knew what they were doing better which meant Dennis got to enjoy himself before his lovely sleep.
He scanned the bar as the sound of some soft rock drowned out the voice next to him, he was too young for Dennisâs taste anyway so it really didnât matter what he was saying. He perked up when he saw a man leaning his head heavily on his hands as he nursed a scotch at the end of the bar.
âHey.â Dennis said, coming to stand next to him. The man jumped slightly at the voice, obviously used to drowning his sorrows alone in the dark corner of the bar.
âHi.â He smiled back politely, it wasnât exactly an invitation but it wasnât a flat-out rejection, he could work with that.
âIâm Dennis.â He introduced.
âMichael.â
âCan I buy you a drink?â
âI already have one.â He said, lifting his glass to reiterate his point.
âOkay, you can buy me one then.â Dennis offered which earnt him a laugh from Michael â definitely an invitation. He pulled himself up onto the barstool besides Michaelâs.
âWhy are you here all by yourself?â He asked, flagging down the bar tender for a drink.
âJust wanted to quietly unwind before heading home.â He said, Dennis might have been joking but Michael paid for his drink when it arrived. He was silently relieved because he wasnât confident that his card wouldnât be declined if heâd tried.
âI hear bars are the perfect place for peace and quiet.â He teased.
âEh, I was doing fine until this little, eager puppy turned up.â He smirked.
âIâve been called worse.â He shrugged, turning around in his chair so that his knee brushed against Michael. The other man didnât make any attempt to pull back so Dennis took that as a positive.
Dennis took a large sip of his drink, he wasnât really planning to spend much longer in the bar but he wasnât going to waste a free drink. Boldy, Dennis placed his hand on Michaelâs thigh, high enough that it made his intentions very clear.
âMaybe we should head somewhere more peaceful.â Dennis suggested with an innocent tilt of his head, his hand slowly moving up Michaelâs thigh.
âOh yeah? And where did you have in mind?â
âYour place?â Michael let his gaze drift over Dennisâs body, really taking him in for the first time since he sat next to him.
âDrink up.â Michael said, knocking back the last of his scotch.
~~~
The barâs lighting had not done Michael enough justice, he was stunning. Dennis could get lost in his deep, brown eyes. His smile was sexy and endearing all at the same time. The grey in his beard made him look distinguished, like that attractive professor you knew you shouldnât fancy. He had a bit of a dad bod but Dennis couldnât wait to get his hands on it.
âCan I get you anything? Drink? Snack?â Michael asked as he led them into the living room. Dennis smiled at how sweet and gentlemanly he was, when really Dennis was just here for a good fuck and a good nightâs sleep.
âThereâs something else I want.â Dennis said, hooking his finger around Michaelâs belt and pulling him closer.
Once they were chest to chest, Dennis rose up onto his toes. He wasnât quite tall enough but Michael closed the distance between them. It was one of the sweetest kisses Dennis had ever had. Usually, on nights like this, the kisses were all teeth and tearing clothes, if they even kissed at all. But Michael didnât rush him, didnât force his tongue into his mouth. He kissed him gently, cupping his face and gently stroking his cheek. If Dennis let himself, he could get used to this kind of tender touch.
âShall we take this upstairs?â Michael whispered against his lips.
âLead the way.â He kissed Michael one last time before he took his hand and walked towards the stairs.
Dennis let himself be guided, noting the bedroom that they completely bypassed. It was unfair really, there were single men out here with an empty second bedroom while he was forced to sleep in shelters or abandoned hospital floors.
As soon as they entered Michaelâs bedroom, Dennis felt himself being swept into Michaelâs arms. His kisses much more desperate and intense than they had been downstairs. Dennis tugged at the bottom of his shirt, Michael pulling away enough to rid the both of their shirts before kissing him again. Dennis let his hands roam over Michaelâs chest, loving the feel of the coarse hair under his fingers.
He drifted lower and pulled at his belt for a second time that night, Michael kissed and bit as his neck as he undid the buckle and pushed his trousers to ground. Michael kicked them to the side and then hooked his hands underneath Dennisâs thighs.
Dennis knew he was slightly underweight currently, lack of food was taking its toll on his body, but that didnât stop it from being unbelievably sexy when Michael effortlessly lifted him off the ground.
He walked backwards until they both dropped onto the bed with a small bounce, in this position Dennis could feel Michaelâs cock against him. He couldnât stop his hips grinding against the hardness. Michael swung them around so he was resting against the pillows, Dennis desperately scrambled out of his remaining clothes.
He hated the barrier of Michaelâs boxers stopping them having skin to skin contact but the hand coming to wrap around his cock made it more bearable.
âGod, Michael.â He moaned, his hips still bucking against his lap and causing him to fuck up into Michaelâs hand.
Dennis wasnât sure when heâd done it, but suddenly there was a wet, lubed finger against his hole. Not pushing in, just teasing and caressing.
âThis okay, baby?â Michael asked, looking up at the man helplessly writhing in his lap.
âYes, please.â He begged.
Michael pushed his finger inside and Dennis cried out at the overwhelming sensations. He never gets spoilt like this, usually just a quick bit of foreplay before the main event. But the way Michael watched him it was clear he was happy to just give if it meant Dennis would feel good.
Another finger joined, or maybe it was two. Dennis couldnât tell but the stretch felt incredible, those thick fingers thrusting into him and making him see stars.
âOh my god!â He gasped, Michael smirked at his reaction and brushed his fingers against that spot again.
âFeel good?â He cooed as Dennis helplessly nodded. He was so close but he didnât want this to finish too early.
âMich⌠Ah⌠Stop⌠Iâm gonna come.â His hips started stuttering slightly.
âThatâs kind of the whole point baby.â He laughed.
âBut⌠you⌠fuckâŚâ He moaned out the last word slowly as his cock twitched, spurting between them and coating both their chests in his release.
Barely pausing for a breath, Dennis surged forward and kissed Michael, panting heavily as he reached down to cup his cock through his boxer. He felt so thick and hot through the material that Dennis moaned at the thought of him.
âI need it, I need you inside me.â He begged, tugging at Michaelâs boxers. He was still sensitive from his first orgasm but he needed Michael now.
âDennis, baby, calm down.â He laughed, lifting his hips for Dennis to yank the offending article of clothing off. He threw them somewhere over his shoulder but he didnât care, he needed to touch him.
Dennis grabbed his cock and started to move his hand up and down, thumb rubbing at the slit where precum had built. Dennis had never felt sexier, Michael was this hard and wet from just watching him writhe in his lap.
Suddenly a condom was being pressed into his other hand and Dennis wasted no time rolling it over Michaelâs cock. He lifted up onto his knees and lined him up with his entrance, slowing sinking onto him and moaning the whole way down.
âShit, that feels so good⌠so full⌠so big⌠fuck meâŚâ Dennis babbled.
Michael listened to his command, holding Dennis by his thighs as he pulsed his hips up.
âYes⌠just like that.â Dennis sighed. The sound of skin on skin filled the room along with a medley of pants and gasps. Dennis gripped the headboard behind Michaelâs head, using it as leverage as he bounced up and down on Michaelâs cock. A thin layer of sweat coated both their bodies, Michael looked even more attractive glistening underneath him.
âOh, to be young again.â Michael teased as he wrapped his hand around Dennis hardening cock.
It all felt too good, too amazing, too overwhelming that Dennis couldnât even muster up a response. He just groaned as Michael stroked his cock again, constantly hitting that spot inside him that made his nerves light up.
Dennis let go of the headboard and thread his fingers through Michaelâs hair, gripping tightly and he cried out.
âThatâs it, Dennis, come for me.â Michael panted.
Dennis came again, his release joining the other on his chest. His insides fluttered and caressed Michaelâs cock as he orgasmed. Michael swore as he slammed his hips up and came hard inside him. Dennis body spasmed with the aftershock as Michael held onto him tight enough to bruise.
Dennis collapsed to one side, lying on his back and panting harshly as he started at the ceiling. He nearly jumped out his skin when he felt a wet flannel cleaning him up and a soft kiss being pressed into his forehead, he hadnât even noticed him leave the room. Dennis had never been treated so well, and unfortunately, he doubted he would be again. Michael really was a rare find.
âI need to leave early.â Michael warned as he came to lie besides Dennis.
âThatâs fine.â Dennis sighed sleepily, he knew this was Michaelâs way of getting him out the house but he was too comfortable and stubborn to leave. âIâve got to leave for work at five anyway.â
It was not necessarily the truth but heâd need to stop by the gym to wash off the scent of sex and sweat from his skin. He could hardly turn up on first day of his rotation looking like heâd spent the night getting ravished.
Clearly accepting his excuse, Michael shut off the light. Dennis had to smile to himself as Michael allowed himself to be spooned. It was a shame theyâd go their separate ways tomorrow morning and their paths would never cross again.
~~~
Dennis walked through the ER with a group of new doctors, it was nice not to be starting by himself. He felt refreshed this morning and confident he would do a good job, last night really had done wonders for him.
As he turned the corner he felt his stomach drop, he knew that face.
âWe have some new faces with us this morning.â
He knew that voice.
Dennis just desperately stared down at his feet, as if it would magically make him invisible. Michael continued to speak but Dennis couldnât hear him over the rushing in his ears.
âUh.â He stumbled when he realised it was his turn to speak. âDennis Whitaker, MS4.â
He awkwardly smiled, because what else could he do? He had to be professional despite the fact that there was a hickey on his neck that the attending in front of him have given him. Finger prints bruised into his skin as the man had held on as he came. A slight limp in his step because last night he had had the best of his life and it turned out to have been with his new boss.
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