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Recently, Dennis couldn’t believe his life was his own.

A little under a year ago, Trinity Santos had given him a place to stay and not asked for a penny in rent. At the time, he had been quite certain it was an adrenaline induced hallucination after the generationally bad first shift he had experienced in PTMC’s emergency department. 

But months down the line, as they grocery shopped together and bemoaned their respectively unfortunate workplace crushes, Dennis had come to adjust to life under a roof he could safely return to every night. 

More recently, his attending physician had asked him to house-sit for him. 

Michael Robinavitch has been occupying Dennis’s mind for the better part of a year. Since that first shift from hell, since the “moment of silent reflection”, since the older man’s insistence on using his shoulders as a stress ball, Dennis had grown rather infatuated. 

Robby had been his teacher and mentor first and foremost. And was a damn good one. Dennis had learned not only how to work in an ER, but how to love what he did. Robby’s diligence and commitment to patients rubbed off on Dennis immediately. He wanted to emulate his attending, prove to him that he wasn’t just a med student passing through the Pitt. 

Every tiny bit of praise, (great job on that trauma, kid) would keep him going for weeks. Every pat on his back or shoulder (warm hands moving from his scrub top to the bare skin of his neck) had him gravitating towards Robby, hanging on his every movement, there in a second whenever he called. 

And Dennis had been sure it was one-sided. 

How could it not be?

He was nearly half the man’s age, a scrawny (although a few months of farm work had puffed him up a bit if he had to toot his own horn about it) wide-eyed kid when put next to Robby. 

Robby had no reason to look at Dennis any differently than anyone else in the hospital, no matter how hard Dennis worked to make himself seen by him. 

And Dennis had long accepted that. 

Until he got a haircut. 

Trinity had demanded she be allowed to cut his hair, and after a few reference pictures being passed around, (and a Venmo transaction lined up for if she fucked it up), Dennis conceded. 

He hadn’t hated the result, but he hadn’t expected the resounding approval from his coworkers. His hair was fluffed, twirled, patted, and squealed over by nearly everyone who gave a damn in the Pitt before it was even 8:00am. Dennis had been pleasantly surprised and has been ready to treat the shift like any other. 

But then he had overheard Dr. Abbot, finally finishing handoff and chatting with Robby by the lockers, chuckle and say: 

“Control it, brother. Don’t let a fuckin’ haircut undo months of work.” 

It had confused him at first. Months of work…

Abbot had walked out and past Dennis, bag slung over one shoulder, and smirked. Then came Robby.

Upon seeing Dennis, the younger man saw Robby’s face go a shade of deep red he had never seen on him before.

Robby’s eyes had widened, frantically looking anywhere but his face. He had clapped a hand over his mouth, fingers working the jaw muscles as he rushed past Dennis. 

Oh. 

Since then, Dennis had noticed more. 

Robby’s tendency for his hands to fall on Dennis’s neck more than his shoulders. His fingers now often found the curls at the base of his neck, twirling them absentmindedly as he and Dennis looked over charts together. The more he paid attention, the more he realized how little Robby touched anyone else in the ER in comparison. 

Sure, he’d give out congratulatory slaps on the back, fist bumps at good diagnostic catches here and there, but no one else that he could see got Robby’s lingering touches, the way Dennis did. 

It made him crazy. 

It made him crazy because it gave him hope. 

Then, of course, Robby had asked him to house-sit. 

The days leading up to his sabbatical departure had been tense. He was snapping at people more, and Dennis even overheard a few distressing conversations from Dana and Abbot, their worries about Robby’s plans for his trip becoming more and more real the worse his behavior got. 

And yet, Dennis kept seeing his Robby. 

Robby had yet to snap at Dennis. He had yet to unnecessarily comment on his place in the ER. In fact, after unpleasant encounters with other residents or interns, Dennis noticed Robby would turn up at his side and start squeezing the back of Dennis’s neck or crack jokes with him. 

His Robby was this one. The one that looked down at him with those beautiful brown eyes and crows feet and said things like 

“I’m proud of you, kid. We all are.” 

And fuck, he had given Dennis the keys to his apartment. Asked him to live there while he was gone. Where Dennis had free access to his soap, his sheets, his clothes, the endless scent and feeling of Robby surrounding him every night he slept there. 

He hadn’t thought the older man’s absence could make his obsession worse but the nights he spent in his bed reminded him constantly that this is where Robby had spent his own nights, doing all the things Dennis did in bed right here, sleeping, rolling over to stretch, touching himself, curling his fingers around his cock and imagining Robby Robby Robby- 

Well it most certainly hadn’t made him forget about the man. 

And here he was, about a month in, heading to Robby’s place from Trinity’s. They had finished a few episodes of a Survivor season over leftovers, and Dennis had decided he deserved a night in Robby’s space. It had been a few days since he had actually slept over there, instead spending most of his time with his roommate.

As much as he loved Trinity, the itch was getting to him. The desire to be surrounded by the smell of the attending he hadn’t seen in weeks. He wanted to spread himself out on Robby’s bed, one of Robby’s T-shirts hanging from his shoulders and pretend like Robby was there with him. 

His pace from where the bus had dropped him off quickened as a familiar warmth began to pool in his stomach. 

Robby would be so good to him…

If working in the ER with him had shown Dennis anything, it was that Robby was good with his hands, and he wanted those hands on Dennis. 

Would he be gentle? Would he slowly pull Dennis’s shirt above his head, kissing up his sternum and neck, hands light as they removed Dennis’s clothes one by one? My sweet boy, look at you… so beautiful. Gotta take my time with you. 

Or would he be quick, rough, stern? Would he push Dennis down, shove his tongue in his mouth, claim his body and whisper filthy things into his ear as he did so? Yeah? Is this what you want? You want your attending fucking you so good like this? Dirty boy, don’t you know what kind of lines were crossing?

Dennis didn’t know what version made him crazier. But as he finally reached the door to Robby’s apartment, he was in a daze. Fumbling with keys, he was focused, solely and entirely, on getting into this damn apartment and into Robby’s damn bed. 

He didn’t notice the familiar vehicle parked along the street, nore the fact that the mail had already been taken in. 

He certainly didn’t notice the dark boots tucked nearly by the door as he shoved it open and dropped his bag on the linoleum. 

Jesus, he was pent up. 

The bus ride, the walk, but now, finally, in Robby’s space, he gave into a frequently visited fantasy. 

Dennis would come home, maybe after a long shift, maybe after a night out with Trinity, to find Robby waiting up for him. He’d be sitting on the couch, book in hand, readers on. He’d look so soft, in a worn hoodie and sweats, and his eyes would shine as he looked to Dennis. 

Welcome home, baby. 

What he wouldn’t give to hear Robby call him that. He’d approach the older man, plucking the book from his hands and settle in his lap. He imagined big hands on his hips, his sides, his ass, holding him and pressing him closer. Dennis imagined Robby looking at him, in that way he did in the ED sometimes, over the top of his glasses. 

That look drove him crazy. 

Those glasses drove him crazy. 

All he could think about anytime he saw them was how they’d look, crooked on his flushed face as Dennis worked his mouth around Robby’s cock, or as he rode him, or as Robby’s hips pounded him into a mattress. 

Dennis let himself fall onto the couch, pushing his shorts down and palming himself over his boxers. 

He imagined a rougher, warmer, larger hand grinding down against him as lips worked against his neck. Robby would waste no time pulling Dennis out of his boxers, because he was just as desperate for his boy. 

Pretty thing. 

Dennis let out a little whimper. Robby’s voice…

In the Pitt, he was articulate and clear with his words. Rarely did he stumble on a diagnosis or course of action. Dennis wanted to hear that now. Wanted to hear him ask for what he wanted, guiding Dennis through how to make him feel good. 

Can you make me feel good, baby? I’ve been waiting all day. 

Projection. Whatever. But who was Dennis to ignore the fantasy in his head. He’d undo the string of Robby’s sweats and push them down to free his cock. Dennis’s imagination couldn’t decide on how he thought Robby’s dick would look. 

Sometimes, it was long and thick, thrusting deep into places Dennis wished he’d be able to feel for days after. 

Sometimes it was smaller, but the perfect length to sit in his mouth for hours, Dennis imagining sitting at Robby’s feet as the older man read his books. 

It didn’t matter. It was Robby. 

Touch me, Whitaker. I know you know how. 

Dennis bit his lip to suppress the moan he felt in his throat. Although Robby’s apartment was the only place he’d ever had to jerk off in peace, he couldn’t help feeling embarrassed at the sound of his own voice. 

Hold us together, one hand, perfect. So good, Whitaker.

Like he was talking him through a damn intubation. Dennis imagined his small hands grasping them both as he fell against Robby’s chest. This way, Robby could whisper right into his ear. He could catch every word, just like he did while they works together. 

Fuck, so good, baby. Making me feel so good. A little faster… thaaaat’s it, good boy, Dennis.

“Robby…” Dennis whispered, eyes squeezed shut. He fisted his own cock, precum dribbling down onto his knuckles. 

Mhmm. Sweet boy, working so hard for me. So good. 

Robby would kiss his face, run his hands through his hair, tug on the curls at the base of his neck where his hand loved to fall. Dennis would keep stroking them together, waiting on baited breath for more instruction. 

Here, baby. Gimme your hand. 

He’d grip Dennis’s palm, his own hand dwarfing Dennis’s, and spit into it. Dennis whined at the feeling of the sticky saliva dripping down his wrist as he did the same to his real hand. 

Now try again. Mmmmm, you feel that? Doesn’t that feel better?

Dennis nodded at no one. God, Robby could call him names, he could tell Dennis to quit being a doctor, he could tell him the sky was green and as long as he said it like he was speaking in Dennis’s head right now, the younger man would nod and nod and nod. 

So good, such a good boy. You listen so well, don’t you? 

More nodding, more hips thrusting up into his hand and imaginary kisses peppered across his face. 

Beautiful, so good. Fuck, shit, baby. 

Dennis heard something, then, a creak, a shift in the floor, or something. He heard it but his mind was consumed by Robby Robby Robby, please please, Robby. 

“…so good. Fuck, Whitaker, you feel…” 

Dennis could hear his voice so clearly. So quiet, he was whispering into Dennis’s ear. His voice…it sounded so real.

“…Whitaker, baby, oh my- oh my god… fuck, fuck, fuck…”

It sounded too real. 

Robby’s voice wasn’t quiet because it was an imagined whisper. 

It was quiet because it was muffled, coming from behind the door to Robby’s bedroom. 

Dennis’s hand froze, his mind suddenly, painfully, aware of his surroundings once again. He was in Robby’s apartment, on the couch, dick out, face flushed. 

And he had just heard-

A grunt. Another, followed but a low whine and then- 

“…Whitaker…D-Dennis… you- oh my- fuck!” 

Holy shit.

Lord above. 

Jesus Christ.

Mother Mary. 

Robby.

It was Robby’s voice. 

It was Robby’s voice and he was clearly experiencing something similar to what Dennis had been moments ago. 

And calling out for him. 

It came again, the low whine turning into a muttered: 

“Dennis, baby, I can’t- you…god…”

Dennis felt like a man possessed as he stood, tucking himself away and pulling his shorts up. This was wrong. Robby wasn’t supposed to be home yet. Why was he home? Obviously he thought he was alone. 

But none of that stopped Dennis from creeping to the door, the sounds getting louder. Dennis heard a slick, rhythmic sound underneath every groan and utterance from Robby’s mouth. Dennis’s imagination kicked into gear once again. 

What did Robby look like right now? Was he on his back? His side? Was he sitting? How dressed was he? Dennis thought about the tiny slivers of hairy skin he had seen when Robby would stretch or scratch himself under his scrubs. He longed to explore further, find out exactly how far that fuzzy happy trail went up. Did he have his glasses on? Was he using his hand? A toy? Was he-

Dennis’s mind could hold all the possibilities at once. His eyes were twitching and his fingers were itching to push the door open just the slightest bit. 

He couldn’t.

He should leave. 

He should have left as soon as he heard-

“Dennis. Fuck, my good boy…” 

He could repent later. 

The sight Dennis saw when he cracked the bedroom door and peered in sent an electric current down his spine, setting his skin ablaze. 

Robby.

On his back, legs bare save for a pair of socks. One arm was slung over his face, covering his eyes but leaving his mouth exposed. He still wore a ratty T-shirt, but it was hiked up above his chest, giving Dennis a perfect view of the glorious stretch of dark hair covering his midsection. His legs were spread, one bent and the other stretched out. He was slick with sweat, flushed from head to toe. Dennis traced his body with his eyes, as Robby let out a particularly deep groan. Strong forearm flexing over his eyes…greying beard glistening with a sheen of moisture…teeth and tongue playing with his bottom lip between sounds… hairy chest rising and falling rapidly… soft tummy… and…

Dennis’s dick twitched violently in his shorts. 

The hand not covering Robby’s face was gripped around something silicone between his legs. The bent leg had obscured it, but as his hand began to move the silicone faster, both legs stretched out in pleasure.  

“Fuuuuuck, baby, just like that- yeah-“ 

Robby was fucking a clear fleshlight onto his cock at a maddening pace. His hips were arching into the motion, trying desperately to keep up with the speed of his hand. 

Dennis didn’t think he had ever been more turned on in his life. He had gone, in the span of minutes, from jerking himself off to the thought of Robby’s authoritative voice,  to seeing Robby, writhing on his bed and praising an imaginary Dennis in that same tone. 

“Fuck, uhn, yeah, good boy. My, ugh, good boy, making me, mm, f-feel so good,” Robby’s words were punctuated with grunts as he fucked his hips up into the toy. 

Dennis’s head was buzzing.

He couldn’t remember a time he had felt so all consumed by a need. He needed to keep watching the man in front of him pleasure himself. He needed to get closer. He needed to touch him, to feel him, to push the fleshlight down onto Robby’s cock himself, to suck on the skin of his belly, to kiss him, to- 

He fell through the doorframe as he lost himself in need. Dennis had put too much of his weight on the now unlatched door, and found himself on the carpet of Robby’s room, on his knees. Dennis heard a shout from the direction of the bed as he tried to get his bearings. 

Robby was no longer lying on his back. He was sat straight up in his bed, scrambling desperately for a blanket to cover himself. 

“W-Whitaker?! Wha-“ 

“Dr. Robby! I didnt-“ 

They were speaking at the same time. 

“How did you even-“ 

“I’m so sorry! I can’t believe I saw-“ 

They continued to shout apologetically and look anywhere but each other. Dennis couldn’t get himself to pull his eyes from the carpet, convinced God might set him on actual fire if he had to make eye contact with his attending at that moment. He was waving his hands wildly and his mouth was running so far ahead of his brain he couldn’t even process the words that were falling out of it.

“-so inappropriate! You can report me to fire me or tell HR or I’ll switch to night shift I don-“ 

“Whitaker!”  

That finally got him to snap just jaw shut. He still couldn’t bring himself to raise his head. Shame was curling into an ugly shape in his gut. 

“Whitaker…” Robby said again, and his tone shift surprised Dennis. He sounded…scared. “I’m not the one who should be thinking about going to HR.” 

“What?! Sir, I just-“

“I’ll make arrangements for you to speak with someone. Or, maybe I should stay out of it. Y-you should certainly do what you- you think is best,” his voice was shaking. Dennis finally looked up. Robby’s head was in his hands, and Dennis noticed his glasses pushed up onto his forehead. His knees were propped up under a blanket and his elbows rested on top of them. He was huddled in on himself. 

“Dr. Robby?” Dennis asked tentatively.

“Kid, you need to leave. I-I think switching to nights may be smart. I don’t…” he kept curling in on himself, horrifically reminding Dennis of the scared, shaking Robby he had seen on Pittfest. “I don’t think- I’m so-sorry, Whitaker. I’m so sorry.” 

Dennis stood then, drawn to help the same way he had been in pedes months ago. He moved to sit on the bed next to the older man. 

“Sorry?” 

Robby wouldn’t lift his head. 

“You have to leave, Whitaker.” 

“You don’t have to be sorry, sir.” 

“Whitaker…” Robby sounded desperate. “Please, you- I need you to go-“ 

“Go? Are you sure that’s what you need right now?” 

Dennis had no idea what part of his mind the words were coming from. As soon as Robby had started acting apologetic instead of furious with Dennis, something had begun to settle in his gut, pushing the shame down and replacing it with something new. 

A warm, syrupy feeling was spreading through his body as he took in his circumstances. 

His obsession, his infatuation, the object of every wet dream Dennis had been having for months, was inches away from him. They were in his bed. Robby wanted him. All Dennis had to do was keep asking. 

“You want me to leave, Dr. Robby?”

“Please, Whitaker. We can figure it out- you can decide what you want to do tomorrow-“

“I know what I want to do,” Dennis said with resolve. “And I don’t think you really want me to leave, sir.” He touched Robby’s knee, right below where his elbow rested. Robby flinched, head snapping up. 

“What are you-“

“At least, that’s not what it sounded like you wanted a few minutes ago.” 

Horror flashed across Robby’s face.

“I don’t know what you heard but-“

“I heard enough.” 

Robby’s eyebrows pinched together. His face was completely red, glasses crooked on his nose. His lip was quivering. 

Dennis wanted to bite it. 

He and Robby were parallel, Dennis seated with one leg folded on the edge of the bed, Robby still hidden most of the way under his blanket. Dennis leaned towards the older man, crowing into his space. His confidence could only take him so far, so his gaze dropped from Robby’s eyes to his mouth as he said: 

“Do you know how many times I’ve been in your bed, thinking about you like this, Dr. Robby?”

Dennis watched Robby suck his bottom lip under his teeth. 

He risked a glance up, and saw, in real time, as Robby’s eyes darkened. He watched Robby swallow, thickly. 

“You can say yes, if that’s what you want, but I’m only gonna ask you one more time, sir…” 

Robby’s eyes widened as he sucked in a breath, and Dennis knew he had already won. 

Still, he batted his eyelashes and looked up at Robby with his sweetest, most pleading, wide-eyed gaze.

“Do you really want me to leave?” 

Robby let out a long breath. He let his arms fall from where they were placed on his knees, one of them reaching up to remove his glasses while the other scrubbed over his face. As he placed the glasses back on his nose, he leveled a final look at Dennis over the tops of the frames. 

“You know I don’t, kid.” 

Those damn glasses. 

Dennis plucked them from where they had just been resituated and crashed his mouth against Robby’s.

It didn’t seem the man had been expecting that. He made a surprised sound as Dennis tossed his glasses onto the bedside table and pushed Robby backwards. Dennis swung a leg over Robby, straddling him and settling back against his bent knees. Robby stared up at him, lips parted and expression slack. Dennis grinned, pushing Robby’s T-shirt back up to where it had been when he first saw him. He turned slightly, removing the blanket from Robby’s legs. 

He felt two big hands settle on his bare thighs. 

Yes. 

He looked back at Robby’s now uncovered legs, realizing with glee that the fleshlight was still stuck on Robby’s dick. He turned his attention to his attending again, biting his lip cheekily as he gave the top of the toy a little pat with his hand. 

He watched, delighted, as Robby’s eyes screwed shut and the fingers on Dennis’s legs curled tighter. 

“Whitaker, you-“ 

“Mmmm, that’s not what you were calling me before…” Dennis batted the toy around the older man’s cock back and forth like a cat, not taking his eyes off of Robby’s once. “Why don’t you just pick up where you left off? Pretended I’m not even here.” 

Dennis shifted to the side slightly, grabbed one of Robby’s hands. He pulled it towards the toy and forced Robby’s fingers to wrap around it once again. 

“Go on, Dr. Robby…” he smiled sweetly. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.” 

Robby’s eyes looked like they might pop out of his skull. They frantically flicked up and down Dennis’s body, lingering frequently on his legs and his face. His mouth was still hanging open, and Dennis couldn’t have that. 

He bent down and kissed Robby’s bottom lip, beard tickling him as he did so. Robby’s arms surged up and around him, pulling him down and flush against his chest. 

Dennis let himself be consumed by the kiss for a few moments. Robby threaded his fingers through Dennis’s hair, mouth working against Dennis’s. The younger man let out a whine as Robby licked into his mouth, smiling into the kiss at Dennis’s sound. The friction of Robby’s beard against his chin and face stung deliciously and Dennis thought about all the times he had pictured what it would be like to finally kiss his attending. 

Recently, Dennis couldn’t believe his life was his own.

But by the grace of God, it was. 

And he knew what he wanted. 

Pulling back from the kiss, Dennis reveled in the way Robby’s mouth tried to follow his. 

“Ah, ah, Dr. Robby,” he chided. “You were in the middle of something.” 

“Please- kid-“ Robby panted. “I don’t wanna be a doctor right now. Just Robby, o-or Michael, please-“

“Well then, Michael…” 

Dennis tried the name out, loving the way it made Robby’s eyes darken. He grabbed his hand again, placing it back on the toy still squeezing his cock. 

“Get back to it.” 

“I-I don’t need-“ Robby started. Dennis realized he was pulling the fleshlight off. He slammed it back down, making Robby cry out. 

“Nuh-uh. You keep having fun, Michael. I wanna see what I was missing before,” Dennis kissed Robby’s cheek. “Come on, don’t be shy.” 

Robby was looking up at him with an expression Dennis had never seen before. Pure surrender. His cheeks were so red. 

His eyes slipped shut and he let out a long groan, finally, finally, resuming his motion from before Dennis had interrupted. 

“Whitaker…” he sighed. “Didn’t think…you’d…” 

Dennis ran his hands up and down Robby’s sides, loving the shiver he felt from the man below him. He was positioned right over Robby’s hip bone, so he shifted to lie down, resting his head on Robby’s shoulder and grinding his aching cock against the jut of the bone. He sighed, purposely letting the sound out near Robby’s ear. 

“Hmm? Didn’t think what? I’d see you like this?”

“N-no…” Robby’s head tilted away from Dennis’s, embarrassed. 

“No, Michael? You didn’t think I’d see you fucking a toy like a teenager?” 

Robby let out a high whine, protesting, but Dennis didn’t miss the way his hips jerked up. Dennis pushed his own hips down again.

“Didn’t think I’d hear you calling out my name?” 

Robby shook his head. “No..Whitaker- I-“ 

“Is that my name, Michael? That’s not the one you were using…” he purred into Robby’s ear. He glanced down and watched Robby’s white-knuckle grip on the toy. He was moving his hips as much as he could with Dennis straddling him, twisting the fleshlight as he fucked it down onto his cock over, and over. 

“Dennisssss…” Robby relented. The younger man rewarded Robby with a kiss. Robby moaned into it excitedly, and sped up his movements with the toy. As Dennis pulled back, Robby sucked on his tongue, trying to get him to stay, whining as Dennis giggled at him. 

“Look at you, Michael,” he spoke like he was referring to  a small fluffy animal. “Never would have thought I’d see you like this…”

Dennis stroked Robby’s face, carding his fingers gently through the man’s beard. Robby turned to bury his face in Dennis’s hand. He mumbled something. 

“What was that? Use your words Michael.” 

“Mhgggf,” Robby kept his face nestled against Dennis’s palm. He groaned and jerked his hips into the toy. As he did, Dennis’s cock screamed for attention. He wanted to touch himself, he wanted Robby to touch him. But he was having too much fun. 

“Miiiiiichaellll…” Dennis stroked Robby’s cheek with his thumb. 

“Uhhnn…” The man seemed lost in pleasure, his hips bucking under Dennis and his hand moving up and down up and down. Dennis placed his hand on Robby’s on top of the toy, haunting his movement. Robby’s eyes flew open, head turning to look straight up at Dennis. “H-huh?” 

“I said use your words, Michael.” Dennis pulled the fleshlight off with a wet schlick. Robby’s dick flopping heavily against his stomach, as he did so. 

“N-noooo, I-“ Robby’s gaze flitted from Dennis to where his hand now held the toy, hovering above his cock. Dennis could finally get a good look at him. 

Perfect.

No single one of his fantasies had gotten it right, but it didn’t matter. Dark and slightly curved, Dennis’s mouth watered at the sight. A part of him had always known he didn’t care what Robby’s cock looked like, it just mattered that it was his. 

A voice from below him caught his attention again. 

“You’re so…” 

Dennis felt hands return to his thighs, petting him softly. Robby was looking up at him, eyes far away. Dennis smiled encouragingly. 

“So… so different that what I had expected…” 

That…

Was not what Dennis thought he would say. It must have shown on his face. Robby started again.

“Not- not in a bad way! I just-“ he bit his lip. “Thought the…roles might be reversed…”

Ohhh. 

Dennis grinned wickedly. 

“Oh yeah?” He teased the head of Robby’s cock with the entrance of the toy. He felt Robby try to buck into the soft silicone, but Dennis shifted his weight back to keep him down. “Thought I’d be sweet for you? Hm, Michael?” 

He pushed the fleshlight further down his shaft. He could feel him twitching through the toy, Jesus. 

“What was it you called me? Your good boy? You want me to be a good boy for you, Sir?” 

“Oh fuck-“ 

He pumped the toy up and down on the head of Robby’s cock a few times. He leaned down, hovering his face above his attending’s. 

Dennis pushed the toy all the way down, fast, before pulling it off just as quick. 

“You’re gonna have to make me.” 

He was being flipped around. The fleshlight flew out of his hand as he felt his stomach hit the mattress. Dennis’s thighs and ass suddenly felt cold, as Robby yanked his shorts and boxers down in one quick pull. 

“Make you, huh?” Robby growled into his ear from somewhere behind him. 

“Holyshitholyshitholyshit-“ every shred of confidence Dennis had been reveling in had been pushed out of him along with his breath when Robby had dropped him onto the bed. 

Robby gripped his arms, pulling them behind his back and pinning them there. Dennis’s face was smooshed into a pillow, and he craned his neck behind him to try and catch a glimpse of this newly motivated Robby. 

Instead he saw a large palm, covering his face as it pushed him back down into the fabric. 

“Stay still.” Robby’s voice was even now, nothing like the shuddering, breathy thing it had been just seconds ago. “Gotta fuckin-“ 

He was fiddling with something, one-handed. 

“M-Michael-“ Dennis started, but the thumb of the hand on his face forced itself into his mouth. 

“Shhh,” Robby chastised. “You’ve done enough talking, baby. That fucking mouth of yours…” 

Dennis’s heart jumped. He gratefully sucked on the finger in his mouth, working his tongue around it. He let his eyes slip closed, syrupy warmth pooling in his stomach. He slowly ground his hips down into the bed, desperate for some kind of relief. 

“Mmm, that’s better. You keep your mouth busy while I get this ready.” 

Dennis didn’t know what he was talking about but didn’t care. 

Dennis lost himself in the sensations. Calloused thumb in his mouth, Robby occasionally petting his tongue as Dennis suckled diligently. His bare cock dripping into Robby’s sheets as he lazily bucked into the mattress. Head becoming beautifully empty, thoughts simplifying to nothing but Robby, Michael, more, mmmmm…

“That’s it, knew you could be good for me, Dennis. You always are.” 

He was so glad Robby was home. He was so ready to let the older man take his place in Dennis’s life as a guiding force, always gently pushing Dennis where he needed to be. Toying with Robby had been fun but this… 

This is what he had always fantasized about. 

He didn’t know how long he stayed like that, but movement from Robby refocused his attention.

Robby’s arm scooped under Dennis’s hips and yanked them up, placing him on his knees but keeping his head pushed down into the bed, ass in the air. 

He felt a warm hand squeezing, rubbing, pinching all up and down his left leg, as Robby began kissing and licking down the other. His beard tickled Dennis’s skin. 

“Fuck, baby…” he muttered against Dennis’s thigh. “Can’t wait to fuck you.” 

Dennis tried to protest around the thumb in his mouth. 

He wasn’t prepped, Robby needed to know that. But he was being shushed. 

“I know baby, I know, don’t worry.” A final kiss was pressed to the space between his thigh and ass. “Just let me have this. You can be good, can’t you?” 

Dennis felt something cold in between his thighs. He squeaked. Robby chuckled at him. “Sorry, shoulda warned you.” 

Robby spread the lube sloppily on the insides of Dennis’s thighs before reaching around to give his dribbling cock a few tugs. Dennis moaned loudly around Robby’s hand. 

He understood. The knowledge of what Robby wanted made him eager to comply. He started swaying his hips, trying to push his ass back to wherever Robby was waiting. 

“Oh, baby,” Robby laughed. “You want it?” 

“Mhmmgfmm…” Dennis signed. 

“What was that? Use your words, Dennis,” Robby said, mockingly. Fuck, he shouldn’t have been so mean. 

“Mmmicahhl,” Dennis tried to plead. 

Robby tsked. “I’m not sure what you’re saying, Dennis?” 

But Dennis felt the head of his cock start to press against the crease of his thighs. “Again for me, baby?”

“Mmmiichahhll…pleesh…” he pushed his hips back, squeezing his thighs together, around the tiny bit of Robby he’d been given. 

Robby finally pulled his thumb out of Dennis’s mouth, swiping his own saliva over his cheek as Robby gripped his chin and pulled Dennis’s head back to look at him. 

Dennis’s neck strained, but at long last he got to see Robby behind him. 

He was slightly backlit, warm light from the hallway making him look like he was glowing. His eyes were shining, crows feet crinkled. A small smile played across his face. 

He looked so beautiful. 

“One more time, Dennis, you can do it.” Robby’s hands pet his back and the swell of his ass. 

“Please, Michael.” 

When Robby pushed between his legs, Dennis knew he wouldn’t last long. The physical sensations were barely half of what was bringing his oncoming climax. 

Sure, the slick slide of Robby’s cock under his balls and own dick felt heavenly. But it was the way Robby had collapsed onto him that was overwhelming Dennis. 

Robby wrapped both arms around Dennis, holding onto him like he was something precious. The weight of Robby’s body pushed Dennis’s hips down, back into the mattress. His head fell onto the pillow, right next to Dennis’s and they just looked at each other as Robby thrust into the warmth of Dennis’s thighs. 

Their faces were so close, Dennis could feel the hot puffs of breath Robby was letting out on his nose. 

On top of the litany of events that had transpired in the last hour, Dennis just couldn’t believe Robby was here. 

He’d have to ask, why is he home early, why didn’t he tell anyone he was coming back, what about the sabbatical? 

But all that could wait. He was here now, and he was looking at Dennis with such adoration that Dennis couldn’t help but smile foolishly. 

“Wh-what is it?” Robby asked, red faced. Dennis squeezed his thighs together to watch Robby’s expression tighten and relax into pleasure. 

“Just…” Dennis sighed and brought a hand up to pet Robby’s beard. “Just missed you, I think…” 

“Oh, oh-“ Robby’s eyes shut and he bit his lip. Dennis kissed his nose and flexed his thighs again. “Fuck, baby…” 

They were parallel on the bed, Robby almost entirely on top of him. The older man fumbled around for something next to him and then began worming his hand under Dennis’s hips. Suddenly a warm, tight pressure was surrounding Dennis’s dick, a world of difference from the scratchy fabric he had been rutting against. 

Waves of new pleasure washed over Dennis, as he realized Robby had pushed the fleshlight onto Dennis. His mouth opened in a breathy moan, each thrust from Michael’s hips making Dennis fuck into the toy, 

“Oh, Michael…” 

“Yeah, yeah, Dennis, feel good, you deserve it,” Robby muttered, close enough to his face he didn’t have to speak above a whisper. 

“Mmmm…” he sighed. It was too much, he felt thoroughly engulfed in mindless pleasure. His lips were slightly parted and suddenly Robby’s tongue was in his mouth again. 

Dennis kissed back as best he could, but he was so close he could barely focus on the movements of his own mouth. 

“Mhm, good boy,” Robby whispered against his slack mouth. “Can you give me- give me a little more? I know you can.” 

With the last modicum of control Dennis had over his body, he squeezed his thighs together, creating a tight, wet heat for Robby to fuck roughly into.

“Yes, that’s it, that’s perfect-“ Robby rambled as he bucked wildly. Each slap of their hips caused Dennis’s cock to be milked by the toy Robby had placed there. “You’re so good, can’t- can’t believe I have you, Dennis-“ 

“Michael…” 

“Dennis…” 

He felt himself spilling inside the toy as Robby crashed their mouths together again. Dennis grasped at Robby’s hair and his neck and listened as Robby gasped through his own climax. Dennis refused to stop kissing him, even as Robby attempted to reposition them. 

The older man laughed against his lips. 

“Den-Dennis, I need- mmhf!” 

Dennis never wanted to stop kissing him. The scratch of Robby’s beard grounded him and reminded him that somehow, this was real. 

Robby managed to get a hand under Dennis, and the sensitive pull of the toy finally got Dennis to pull away. 

“Owieeee…” Dennis complained, shoving his face fully into the pillow. 

Robby chucked and kissed his head. 

“You’re fine,” Robby huffed. Dennis made a whining sound and blindly flapped his hand around on the bed, searching for Robby. Taking pity on him, Robby scooped him up and pulled him onto his chest. 

They lay like that in silence for a few moments, Dennis’s head rising and falling with Robby’s breaths, Robby’s hand petting Dennis’s sweat-slicked hair. 

Dennis wondered if Robby was as nervous to say something as he was.

Talking would mean discussing what they had just done. The ethical, possibly legal ramifications that would come shortly. That all felt so far away from the soft blanket Robby was pulling over them, the press of lips to his forehead, the thick arms being wrapped around him. 

“Missed you too, by the way,” Robby said, almost sounding shy. “Part of the reason I came back early.”

Dennis shifted, craning his head to look up at him in awe. 

“Really?” He asked incredulously. 

Robby looked at him and smiled, the same smile he had thrown his way in the Pitt so many times. Fond, private, warm. 

“Yeah, really.” 

Dennis lay his head back down, listening to Robby’s heartbeat and turning over the reality of it all in his head. 

“Um,” he started after another few minutes of peaceful silence. “Do you think we can leave the, uh, talk, for tomorrow? I just want this right now.” 

Dennis nuzzled his face into Robby’s chest, hoping he understood. 

He felt a light kiss to his hair, and then a weight as Robby rested his cheek on Dennis’s head. 

“I think we can do that.”