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Robby was getting old. Okay, cut him some slack, he was getter older, not old.
Surprisingly, he had things he wanted to do before he passed, whether that was in 50 years or 2. He hoped it was closer to 2 than 50. So, better get to it!
Get a motorcycle, check
Get his dream tattoo, check
Not get into any serious and committed relationships, ongoing but so far so good
Fuck Dennis Whitaker, not checked
While he wrote his list down in a little notepad, he left that last one out. Only keeping it in the darkest recesses of his mind as his own guilty pleasure. Of course, he wasn’t really expecting to have sex with Dennis, he would just really like to.
Really, really like to.
It was practically the only thing on his mind whenever he so much as caught a whiff of the boy, and don’t get him started on what he thinks whenever he has to order Dennis around. He would absolutely adore ordering Dennis around in a less work-like environment and a more bed-like environment. Or maybe giving him non-work orders at work would be good too, demanding that Dennis get down on his knees and work his magic fast, there was a trauma arriving in 6 minutes. Or that Dennis would have to do his job and wait like a good little boy until after work to get his treat.
Robby can’t help lying in bed after a long day of seeing Dennis at work, jerking off to each and every interaction they had, the way Robby moves his hands from Dennis’ shoulders, simulating that now on his dick, until the tension rises and he cums over his hand and lower stomach. Only a little bit of guilt passing through. Maybe a little more than a little, but it goes away once he sees Dennis in the morning.
Robby would never outright ask Dennis to have sex unless he was sure Dennis would be 100% consenting and honest about it.
Because despite the countless 7-week itches Robby had experienced over the past couple of years, Robby was actually, a little afraid?
Wait, why was Robby somehow so scared at the fact of asking Dennis if they could somehow ever fuck each other just once? Even if he knew he would never see Dennis again, asking him still felt so terrifying, why? He was only a little worried that Heather felt overwhelmed by the power dynamic, but he knew she could hold her own. It’s part of the reason he loved being with her so much. He wasn’t even thinking about being in a relationship with Dennis. Probably not anyway.
Anywho, Dennis can hold his own too, Robby knows that. But for some reason, Robby’s chest tightens and his stomach does loops whenever he even thinks of Dennis at this point, whether he’s fantasizing about how Dennis would look under him, face down and ass up in Robby’s bed, Robby ruthlessly thrusting until Dennis becomes a whimpering, crying, unintelligible hot mess or just thinking about Dennis in his day to day life.
Honestly, it’s like his whole body buzzes and spews out fondness when he recalls Dennis laughing at one of his jokes, or the confident demeanor he all of the sudden gets when he’s certain that a patient should get another test, or when Trinity teases Dennis and Robby overhears him teasing her back with his sharp and quick-witted tongue.
What else could his tongue do? Robby imagines Dennis is eager and needy, pushing his tongue into Robby’s mouth, exploring every inch. He licks down Robby’s chest, telling him how good he tastes, telling Robby he loves hi-
Something was very wrong.
Robby had been in love before.
But that wasn’t what was happening now, right?
Of course not. That would be ridiculous. Why on earth would he have feelings for his intern/mentee that’s half his age. Absurd. And honestly, the fact that he even entertained that notion was remarkably stupid.
……
But.
Robby starts imagining, what if they did fall in love?
Cuddling on the couch watching any movie that was just playing on one of the channels, mindlessly caressing and kissing each other.
Going on dates every week, seeing Dennis light up as if it was the first one whenever Robby asks him even though Dennis knows there will always be more.
Sharing each other’s culture, Dennis’ experience with farm animals and Christianity and how it’s so different from Robby’s city life as a Jewish man growing up in the late 20th century. Completely reveling in each other’s passion as they talk about their lives.
Robby waking up next to Dennis wearing his favorite shirt from however long ago, snoring softly while Robby reluctantly leaves to go make breakfast.
A smothering life, full of love. It suffocates Robby. Unable to believe he deserves it, unable to believe Dennis would actually feel the same.
Robby needed to stop thinking.
He tries to push out any and all thoughts about Dennis.
He knew this bucket list was a bad idea.
It made him realize he was in love with Dennis Whitaker.