I Get Off

After nearly a decade of marriage and opposite shifts, Robby and Jack are a little too complacent. They both know the other has something on the side, but so long as it doesn't become a full on affair, they're at least content to play ignorant. What they don't know, however, is that Robby's stripper and Jack's camboy are the same med school dropout.

Notes:

Title from Halestorm
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I get off on you
Getting off on me
Give you what you want
But nothing is for free
It's a give-and-take
Kind of love we make
When your line is crossed
I get off

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This fic was originally written in a role-play format. POV changes are indicated by line breaks.

This is also NOT part of our omegaverse hucklerabbot series but we have been working on the next part of that one too <3

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

It starts like anything else in life, slow, and then quickly spirals out of control.

Jack doesn’t like it when he and Robby don’t get to spend time together, but with the nature of their lives and jobs, he’s alone more often than he’s with his husband. Which means when he feels the urge, it’s usually just him and his right hand.

Besides, being nights means his free time is during the day and it’s not like he can go to the strip club or anything. It’s too close to cheating in his head, and he doesn’t want to go out and have a proper affair. He does still love Robby, he doesn’t want to risk getting caught and ruin this life they’ve built.

Porn only lasts him so long. Nearly ten years, which he thinks is actually pretty good all things considered, but with the changes in technology and the internet, he starts to venture out.

Porn is porn, but Jack learns about camboys and OnlyFans and a slew of other websites and things that could tickle the fancy of even the most perverted mind out there. He’s not looking to buy feet pictures or anything like that, but a few dollars here and there turns into a subscription to quite a few people until he finally narrows it down to just one.

Danny is everything Robby isn’t, which should make him feel bad, but honestly he can’t seem to find it in him to care. But the boy is smaller, pale, little body hair, and young enough it makes his teeth hurt sometimes. He’s nothing but a dirty old pervert, and Danny doesn’t seem to mind.

It’s just porn, he tells himself.

Porn he pays for once, then twice, then monthly, and finally shelling out hundreds of dollars a month on personalized videos, pay-for-play streams, and buying things off the boy’s Amazon wishlist that look fucking sinful on his skin or shoved up inside his pretty cunt.

It’s not like he can’t afford it, and even now he and Robby keep their finances separate. And it really doesn’t affect them, he still jumps his husband’s bones every chance he gets, still finds himself distracted when there’s a sliver of skin, still enjoys himself on their rare date nights and isn’t buried in his phone when they’re watching movies on the couch.

Jack doesn’t feel like it’s really that big of a deal, instead of midlife crisis-ing his way into fancy sports cars, condos he doesn’t need, or some other thing, he’s funding a likely poor kid’s survival by jerking off to him stuffing his cunt with a toy as big as his arm. Sue him.

Of course, it’s not like he can get away with it forever. Maybe it’s affecting them more than he thought.

Robby starts to notice, he can tell. A raised brow here, a pointed question there, but at the end of the day nothing really gets said. There’s no grand confrontation. And Jack starts to notice his own things. Robby leaving the house on his time off when Jack is at work still more, but not coming home with groceries or anything else. Wearing nicer clothes when he does go out when Jack’s home but needing to catch up on sleep. He never stays out all night, doesn’t come home smelling like someone else or looking a certain way, but something is off.

Jack doesn’t ask, falling hard and heavy back on ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ tactics that got him through his years in service.

It’s not cheating, he knows that much, Robby wouldn’t do that.

Right?

Is what he’s doing considered that? It’s not nameless, just faceless, and it’s not like he’s touching Danny, they don’t know each other, don’t share personal details. It’s just porn.

Neither of them are stupid, they both know something’s going on, it’s hard when you work opposite shifts and never have the same days off. They get lonely and need stress relief after rough shifts and can’t always have each other. Maybe they’ve just grown complacent and tired in general. It's not worth it to fight about it.

They just cope in their own ways, Jack convinces himself. It doesn’t mean anything.

Robby loves his husband. He really does. It’s just that sometimes working opposite shifts and Jack’s inability to ever sit still for more than ten minutes at a time means they don’t always get to spend all that much time together, and Robby’s a lot clingier than people tend to expect. He doesn’t like to be alone with his own thoughts and feelings.

And he loves his husband. He really, really does. He’s attracted to him sexually, physically, emotionally. He’s never happier than when they’re in bed together, or on one of their rare vacations together. But Jack has a hard time with just existing together. He’s not usually one to just cuddle together for a while. And Robby needs a consistent outlet for physical touch, or else he ends up getting grabby with med students.

His solution comes in a somewhat unlikely place. One of his friends from med school is getting married (again) and he’s invited to the bachelor party in Vegas. They obviously go to a strip club while they’re there, and Robby has a way better time than he ever would have imagined.

So when he gets back home, he finds a club in Pittsburgh he likes. It takes a couple trial and error runs, but he finally finds one a little closer to the hospital than he’d like, but there’s one boy there in particular, Danny, who really catches his eye. He’s a pretty little thing, flexible as hell with big blue eyes that reflect the stage lights perfectly when he’s in Robby’s lap, more muscle than he’d expect, and curls that remind him of Jack’s.

Once becomes twice becomes a couple times a week that Robby doesn’t go straight home after handing the ER off to his husband. It’s a seedier club, the kind where if you know how and who to ask you can get a handjob in the champagne lounge.

Robby knows the strippers don't love you, but Danny always seeks him, or at least his money out, and it's gotten to the point where Robby barely watches the show, just pays a few couple extra dollars and the boy will just meet him in the private lounge. Robby doesn't even touch him back most of the time, just appreciates his body and his hands as he gets Robby off just like he taught him to.

The stress relief of having a sweet, bendy not-quite-twink jerking him off in tight mesh tops and panties is worth the risk of Jack ever noticing that the alert from their front doorbell camera comes a few hours later than it should.

Besides. Robby’s not stupid. He knows Jack has his own fun on the side, even if they never talk about it. He’s heard muffled porn noises through the door into their home office when he gets up in the middle of the night to piss before. Sure, what he’s doing is worse, fringing closer to actual cheating, but is it really so different to see it in person instead of through a camera lens?

When Dennis first left home, it was on an academic scholarship to a private Christian college for a theology degree with a history minor. His parents never really understood him being trans, but they did at least still love him enough to support him and his education, so long as it was a topic they approved of and they didn’t have to shell out any money for it.

But when he took his one required biology class and found his calling, that support cracked. He’d have to change schools, pay out of pocket, and risk his parents demanding he come home to work the family farm again.

He refused to give up on medicine, though. He knows it’s where he’s meant to be and he’s willing to fight for it. His parents still don’t understand, but they love him enough to support him so long as he knows they have nothing to give him, and honestly will probably need him to send money home sometimes once he’s got his big fancy doctor’s paycheck. And he agrees, not knowing exactly how long it takes to actually get to that point, or the amount of money he has to spend first to get there.

He ends up having to drop out entirely just a few semesters in to save up money to go back later, but it feels like every time he gets close, something bad happens on the farm. A tractor breaks down, a horse gets sick, things like that. His part time job as a waiter doesn’t even come close to cutting it, but the class load is too stressful for him to work full time anywhere. He needs to find something that can make a decent amount of money quickly so he can just take some time off, save up, and re-enroll down the line.

He starts stripping first. He finds a club that’s a little more inclusive, even if it is kind of dodgy. “We accept everyone so long as they’re willing to get a little dirty” is kind of the general vibe. He’s not expected to strip as a woman, and it’s a topless club rather than a full nudity one so he can get away with packing and wearing lingerie style tops that cover his scars, but the real money is in the private rooms. He doesn’t go all the way, just offers handjobs to his clients willing to shell out for one, but he knows some of the other dancers do.

He could make a lot more money if he did, but the risks don’t seem like they make up for the rewards, so he tries something else on the side. Camwork.

It starts off kind of generic, mostly just dancing like he does at the club but in front of a camera instead of a crowd, some videos of himself jerking off in the shower, some overly-fetishy stuff that makes him feel like he needs to brush his teeth afterwards to get the taste of begging for some faceless stranger to knock him up out of his mouth. He has no idea if he’s even doing anything worth watching at first, but it really starts to take off to the point he’s almost making more money online than in person, especially once he opens up the suggestions box.

There’s enough that he sets up a PO Box for gifted toys and lingerie. He’ll moan specific names or shoot from specific angles for frequent visitors, or use particular toys, outfits or acts in his now-regular streams for a decent tip.

He’s used to the weird requests from working at the club, so he doesn’t balk at some of the things people send in, even if he doesn’t want to do them. But sometimes enough cash gets waved his way he puts his morals and upbringing to the side.

Dennis gets really good at catering to tired, overworked, middle aged men. It helps that he’s attracted to them, or at least their wallets, and he caters to them at both the club and online, posting videos pretending to be under office desks or sneaking around in car parks.

He’s smart about it though, making sure none of it can be traced back to his actual name, both for the sake of his family and his schooling. He goes by Danny online and in the club, close enough to his actual name he responds to it without thinking, but far enough that nobody will immediately associate the two.

It’s not perfect, but it’s something, and he’s willing to put in the work for his dream.

Jack doesn’t mean to end up as Danny’s top donator every week, but it quickly spirals out of control when he learns he can tailor the boy to do exactly what he wants if he pays the right amount of money. Pretty lingerie, large toys, vibrators that make him cry. Jack becomes obsessed with the little shout out he gets for donations and being at the top. No one else can compare to him, and he likes the way that feels.

Danny’s never going to not be thinking about him when he pays his rent or fucks himself, and that bit of power and control makes him hard as hell. The possessiveness he could do without but that’s just par for the course.

JackRabbit75, because he is an uncreative old man, is the user he hides behind, spending money he doesn’t need because retirement, savings, and bills are more than easy to pay for on two doctor’s salaries even without a joint bank account.

And it’s nice to hear Danny slur out his name, cunt stretched wide on a toy he paid for, ruining the lacy things he bought, when he can pretend it’s a joke about animals and not his real name.

It becomes a challenge, for them both, to see just how much Danny can take before he gets too sensitive, too full, and just cries about it. Tears streaming down the bottom of his jaw, matching the streaks of wetness on his thighs.

Eventually though, there’s only so much he can do through a screen, he wants more, some other option aside from a dwindling wishlist and the same people complaining about how he always decides what to do because he can afford it.

The opportunity comes soon enough, and Jack jumps on it.

Dennis ends up shooting way up in the website ratings, one of the top male earners, not entirely because of one particular viewer named JackRabbit75, but it feels close sometimes.

He makes a bit of a name for himself with big toys and light masochism, showing off how flexible he is and enjoying the praise he gets through the screen when he takes longer, thicker, meaner dildos in all his holes, endures clamps and tiger balm and suction pumps, and squirts all over himself as a result.

Sometimes he gets invited to live events or offered sponsored streams, brand deals with lingerie companies or indie toy manufacturers, but he never really takes them up on the offer. He doesn’t want his face out there too much where it could impact his chances of getting back into school someday, but there’s one coming up that’s actually in Pittsburgh so he agrees. If he doesn’t have to travel to it there’s no paper trail with his legal name or home address anywhere.

He does have to apologize to one of his favorite club John’s though, Michael always comes to see him the same days of the week and the event is going to be on a Saturday, which is one of them. He hopes this event pans out well enough to make up for losing a potential day of income, especially a weekend, but it seems like it’ll be worth it to potentially meet new subscribers and collaborators and make more of a brand for himself.

So his next stream he makes a little announcement that he’ll be at the event doing meet and greets, and Tuesday he lets Michael know he won’t be around Saturday.

Robby gets to the club on Tuesday in a good mood. His shift wasn’t heinous for once, mostly just falls and allergic reactions. Nothing truly horrendous, very few losses across the board, and a basketball coach even sent pizzas as thanks for getting their star player fixed up good enough he should be able to get back on the court before their rivalry game in a few weeks.

So when Danny warns him that he won’t be around this weekend, Robbys’ fine. He appreciates the heads up, and is maybe a little disappointed, but it doesn’t ruin his good mood. He still gets his handjob and a few lap dances, still gets to see that perky little ass and those bouncy curls he likes so much.

And Saturday is Jack’s day off, so Robby plans on maybe spending some time with his actual husband instead, assuming he doesn’t have any of his extracurriculars like TEMS or Event medic-ing going on. He doesn’t think so, usually Jack warns him in advance he won’t be home, so they should actually get a nice date night in for once.

Except Jack does apparently somewhere to be on his day off all of the sudden, vague hand waving about some seminar he wants to go to.

Robby knows he’s lying, he’d have gotten the same invite as the department head if there was some sort of conference taking place. But he knows he’s sneaking around too so he doesn’t say anything, just tells his husband to have a nice time.

He’ll get some work done around the house, then. Take a break from getting handjobs and tackle some of the projects they’ve been meaning to get around to since they bought the damn house in the first place, like the leaky showerhead that drives him insane. And maybe Jack will be appreciative enough when he gets home from whatever he’s actually doing Robby will get a little attention.

Jack does feel bad about cancelling on Robby, it's been more than a little while since they both had the same day off without some kind of emergency or scheduling errors or who knows what happening. The original plan had been a nice date night and some time together, but Jack can't pass this up. He needs to see this Danny kid he's been obsessing over for months now.

One look in Robby's eyes as he makes a lame and lying excuse tells him that his husband knows. But he also knows about Robby's nighttime excursions so neither of them can really say a damn thing.

Maybe he should stop though. He's at minimum 25 years this kid's senior and really he's only going to be disappointed by the old man that's been funding whatever the hell kind of life he's been funding. This isn't about him, it's about his money, and if push came to shove he's not giving up Robby. He loves him. He just kind of wants to fuck this Danny kid through a mattress.

It’s crossing the line he swore he wouldn’t, but he can’t seem to stop himself. Either way, it’s a conference, not a personal invite to a hotel room, he might get to shake the boy’s hand. That’s not cheating.

It is, however, a weird convention.

Jack's used to medical ones with proper dress and tie, planned meals and conferences and lectures. This is- something else. Clothes appear a little more optional and a little less encouraged, there's people of all ages, sexualities, and proclivities around him. If he were 20 years younger he’d be getting his fill of everything around him, possibly leaving with an STI screening appointment all set up for the next day. Jack's actually kind of really enjoying it, even still, but all he cares about is one specific content creator.

Maybe getting eyes on him for real will knock some sense into him.

Maybe it'll make it so much worse.

Dennis actually has a lot more fun than he thought he would. He makes some new friends, gets some great pointers, gets invited to some interesting sounding after-parties.

It’s a little overwhelming at first but once he gets over his initial shyness he’s actually really into it and the people here are great. Event staff are supportive and easy to find if he needs help, fans are super sweet, there’s only one or two real creeps and they’re easy enough to shrug off.

His section for the meet and greet is way bigger than he expected, but he’s not surprised his audience is almost entirely twice his age. He’s never really looked at his metrics page but he figured it skewed that way.

Everyone has little name badges and he recognizes a lot of them, thanks the usual big spenders profusely, mentions gifts he remembers, talks about some things he’s spent their money on.

He’s secretly a little disappointed, he had some naive hope that Michael was one of his big tippers online too, but that’s just being selfish. He gets plenty of cash at the club. He just actually kind of genuinely likes the man’s company and once he learned he was an ER attending he was a little smitten. He doesn’t know what path he wants to take once he actually gets back to school and starts rotations but he’s always admired the glamour and intensity of the ED.

He does however, see a very familiar name and feels himself blush when he realizes that JackRabbit75 is here and a fucking full blown silver fox, with muscular arms and soft looking hair and almost hypnotically intense hazel eyes.

He’s not dressed up much but the clothes he’s wearing look expensive, his watch alone probably cost more than Dennis’ first car, his shoes are definitely Italian leather. The kind of luxury you see in people who aren’t trying to show off their money, they can just afford nice things.

Nice things like silky lingerie and massive toys that make it hard for Dennis to dance at the club the next day but feel so fucking good to impale himself on.

JackRabbit75 may or may not have single-handedly turned him into a bit of a size queen considering he’s almost always the top donor, and when he shakes the man’s hand he can’t help but notice how thick his fingers and wrist are. It’s also really nice to finally have a voice to imagine when he reads those sweet, encouraging “come on baby, you can take it” type comments he always leaves when “Danny” whimpers that it’s too big, too much.

He’s never been to one of these events before, doesn’t really know the etiquette. He tries to spread his attention around fairly, but he keeps being drawn back to JackRabbit75 and his smile that’s somehow soft and scary at the same time.

Danny is just as pretty in person, and shorter than Jack was picturing. And he blushes just as beautifully in person as he does on camera.

Jack is polite and tries not to lay anything on too thick when he shakes Danny's hand, perhaps lingering a hair too long with his fingers at the boy's pulse point, rabbit quick under his fingertips. He offers a smile at the thanks, noting the way Danny's eyes linger on his watch, his tie, and best of all, his hands. He even sees the quick glances up at his curls and can't help but grin.

After that it's a free-for-all.

Jack recognizes a few of the other users, less shy about looking them right in the eye. Some of them avoid him entirely, some look jealous at the way Danny keeps flitting over to him and the amount of money he's spent, and some of them look ready to rob him either of his nice shoes or his spot as top donor. He'd like to see them try. Robby and him have been together for just over ten years, had their loans paid off for nearly that long, and live a relatively modest lifestyle on two doctor's paychecks. He could spend circles around them.

He overhears a few invites passed Danny's way both from sponsors and his fans alike, but none come his way. That's fine, he's not much of a party kind of guy, but he does wonder what would happen if Jack slipped a hand on the boy's lower back, leaned in, and offered his hotel room as a final destination for the evening.

But he waits, until things are slowing down, until people start to file out, to carefully slip his business card into the kid's back pocket when he squeezes his ass as a goodbye, leaving him blushing as he winks and walks away.

Dennis gets back to his hotel room exhausted and sticky but having had a great time. He ends up not bringing anyone back, but he did show off some pole tricks at the party he got invited to and got more than a few business cards mixed in with cash tips. He strips and takes a few pictures in the very fancy hotel bathroom while he waits for his bubble bath to fill. He even pops in a gemstone plug he’s pretty sure a follower bought for him and pretends he’s had it in the entire convention, posting the shots with the caption “so many people complimented my outfit today but nobody even noticed my favorite accessory!” to be cheeky.

He thought about just going home but part of agreeing to the event was them covering room and board and he figured a change in backdrop would be fun, plus it makes it harder for people to figure out he actually just lives here. And it is a really nice, comfy room that comes with free breakfast.

Once he’s clean and dry he flops down on the bed that’s way too big and soft and goes through all the cards tucked into his pockets. Some are business propositions, more toy companies, professional photographers, that sort of thing. The rope maker seems really cool but he can’t exactly do bondage shots solo.

Most are personal info, hopefuls who wrote little love notes on the back and thought nothing of giving personal information to a stranger from the internet.

One catches his eyes though. It’s got the Rod of Asclepius on it so he picks it up, always unfortunately drawn to those already in his dream career path.

He blushes beet red when he reads the name embossed across the top. Jack R. Abbot, MD. Emergency Medicine and Veteran Services.

What are the odds his two favorite patrons are both ER attendings?

He double checks the phone number and sees a familiar area code and his mind is suddenly rife with fantasies of Jack and Michael working in the same hospital, passing by each other every day without knowing they both throw money at the same med school dropout.

It’s unlikely, there’s like a dozen hospitals in the Pittsburgh area alone, and there’s no guarantee Jack is even in this city, he could work in Philly or whatever and have driven over for the day, but it’s a fun fantasy.

Fun enough he gets a little bold and scoots the other cards aside but leaves Jack’s in his hand as he pulls his phone out and makes a stupid decision.

hey jackrabbit ;) thanks for coming to see me ❤️

Jack doesn't hear from Danny by the time he makes his true exit, which kind of sucks, but he isn't going to be a kicked dog about it. He got to say hi, to squeeze that pert ass, and to see that pretty blush in person. That's more than he expected and even if all he gets from this is a little peek behind the curtain, then that's fine.

He's got a hotel room, part of the medical seminar ruse he offered up, and he heads back after wandering around the meet up for another half hour or so. Robby texted so he sends a response, making up some bullshit about the information he's getting and then takes a shower hot enough his entire body is red afterwards. Room service is lovely and he turns on some background noise as he lays in bed, leg off for the night, pulls up Danny's profile, and slowly teases himself to his favorite videos. He's not trying to get off, not yet, but it's nice to drag it out with the image and feel of Danny fresh in his brain.

Jack's thinking about actually jerking off when he gets a notification that Danny posted, and groans as he gets a flash of the gem nestled in between his ass cheeks. "Fucking slut," he mutters to literally no one, zooming in and wondering if the kid was clamping down on it all night when they were talking.

He gets a little distracted at the flood of comments that come in, frowning a bit at user P_Dunn_89 who asks if that's the plug he sent Danny and rolling his eyes at the heart reaction Danny leaves.

And then his phone buzzes proper, text flashing across the screen.

Jack grins, letting go of his cock to type back.

Of course, no chance I'd miss my favorite boy when he's in my city.

Then, as an afterthought

Do you still have that plug in?

Jack hasn't sexted, well, ever. Sure every once in a while he and Robby will send something about making time to fuck, but that's less flirting and more logistics. He's hoping he can do it outside of a comment section.

Dennis processes “my city” and “favorite boy” simultaneously, flushing pink and rolling over into his stomach in the middle of the bed, propped up on his elbows to text better, legs spread a bit for comfort, definitely not because he’s imagining someone slipping in behind him and touching his pussy.

Part of him wants to tease, say yes and play pretend, but the rest of him… he wants to be honest, which is crazy for someone who literally makes his money lying to men twice his age.

I took it out before my bath. All empty now :(

And then he follows it up with something a little more…. Well, more.

it was a tiny one anyways. If I remember right you prefer when I’m stuffed full instead.

There’s an almost upsettingly realistic horse dildo on his dresser that when paired with tiny denim shorts, a bandana around his neck and a cowboy hat had earned him his rent for the month as testimony to that.

He doesn’t really know why he’s doing this. He doesn’t flirt outside of work. He certainly doesn’t do shows for free, either online or at the club.

But the attention feels good. It feels more real now that there’s a face and a voice on the other end than just a profile picture and screen name.

It feels more like it does at the club sometimes, where it’s more one-on-one. It’s not real there either, but it’s easier to pretend when men like Michael pet his hair and call him sweet and pretty before cumming all over his face.

Jack shudders at the mental image of Danny pulling out the gemmed plug before slipping into a warm bath, how open and loose his hole would be even if it was small. How nice it would have been to replace the metal with himself, sloshing out water as Danny fucked himself up and down on Jack's cock.

You would be correct, I'm always so proud of you when you take something you swear won't fit. Perfect boy that you are, there's nothing that hasn't yet.

Jack wants to be wrist deep in Danny's ass as he fills his cunt, that thought making his cock jerk where it's laying now ignored against his belly.

Funny you should text me now though. Did you know I was fisting my cock thinking about you, or are you just that good?

Jack would be worried about coming on too strong, but Danny shows off on camera for him, and plenty of others, Jack's not about to be shy about why they met today.

Dennis whines under his breath, he can’t help it. The praise is too sweet. It hits like a drug every time. Especially now that he can imagine it in Jack’s voice.

And he can’t say “actually I learned you were a doctor, got a little bricked up about it, and made a dumb decision”. He didn’t even use a number spoofing app or anything like he should have, just relied on the fact that he still has his Nebraska area code.

So instead he puts on the work personality.

what can I say, I’m a very good boy ;). What were you watching?

Jack grins at his phone screen, picturing that blushing face he saw today winking. Tease.

A few of my favorites. Started with the video of you from when you first started posting. All teary and crying on three of your fingers. The stretch was so much then but look at you now.

He can't help himself, pausing in his response to wrap a hand around his cock again, thumbing over the head before stroking himself a few times. Danny's come so far, three fingers isn't enough for any of his greedy holes now.

Then I was watching the one where you were drooling face down on your bed, eyes rolled up to the back of your skull as you took that dildo I bought you. That's my #1, you know?

Jack gets half hard just thinking about it, picturing himself in the silicone's place. Fucking into Danny with a hand on the back of his neck, watching him go cock dumb and stupid. He curses, sending off another message with just one hand, faster than he's used to typing.

Got me all worked up, let me send you $ for a pic. 50 bucks. Just want a photo of your mouth open, drooling on yourself.

Fuck. Jack is going to kill him. Dennis knows exactly which videos he’s talking about.

He also knows which toy he’s talking about. It’s a favorite of his, actually. It had been on his wishlist forever, high quality, extra soft silicone with a thick head and realistic balls. He likes the way it’s too squishy to really bare down on slowly. It makes it all pop in at once after it gets past the initial resistance, and the shock of going from empty to stuffed to the hilt at once has made him cum instantly before. He doesn’t post videos of it often because there’s rarely anything to film, just him getting it inside him then twitching through the aftershocks for a bit.

He’d had to do some serious prep work before posting the thank you video for Jack, stretching and breathing exercises to be able to take it one inch at a time, and even then it hadn’t been very long at all, more time panting and squirming afterwards than fucking himself.

He has that toy with him, actually. It’s in his backpack in a little silk bag to prevent it from getting dirty.

He agrees to the request, but also decides to give Jack a little bonus.

As soon as the deposit notification pops up, Dennis gets out the toy in question and spits on it, smearing it down the side with his thumb to make it look like he’d tried to deep-throat the thing, so when he takes the picture Jack asked for, the drool dripping down his chin and chest glistens in the hotel lamplight and seems like the by-product of a rough throat fucking.

this toy you mean? [img221.jpg]

Jack's gently jerking himself off, eyes closed and head leaning back as he waits for his photo to come in, when his phone buzzes. He almost gives himself whiplash jerking his head up to get a look.

And what he sees has him cursing again, licking his lips.

Danny is a fucking dream, all spit-slick lips starting a trail of saliva down his chin, his throat, coming to a stop on his chest where–

"Holy shit." The dildo stares at him, wet with that same spit.

Look at you, sweetheart. Such a good boy, you went above and beyond. Do you have any idea what I'd do to you? What I'd pay to see you choke on my cock instead of that thing?

Too much. Enough to raise Robby's suspicion. Enough to push past this new form of 'don't ask, don't tell' they've opened up in their relationship without a word.

A thought strikes him, and he thinks on it for a second, watching the little dots appear as Danny types back. He spins his camera around, taking a quick photo of himself from mid-thigh up. His hard cock takes up the bottom of the photo, salt and pepper hair running up and over his tummy with a bit of pudge from age, coming to stop at the top of his defined chest, where the photo ends.

He shouldn't send this. He’s a 50 fucking year old combat vet and he looks it. He doesn't look bad for 50, not at all, but Danny is in his 20s. He's got better options than what's looking back at him in the photo.

Still, the dots are still going and- well, if nothing else he's paying the kid. He can lie to Jack. For money he can say he's interested in what he sees. Even if it's just through a screen.

Jack hits send and then deletes the photo from his phone before he can forget.

Dennis is halfway through a semi-generic response to Jack’s text when the photo comes in and he almost drops his phone.

Jack’s fucking hung, almost unfairly so, with massive pecs and biceps covered in salt and pepper hair and freckles that make Dennis wonder if he was a redhead before he went grey.

With a cock like that it’s no wonder Jack’s seemingly obsessed with stuffing Dennis full, he wants to make sure he could actually take him. And clearly he’s got no issue getting it up despite his age or the size. Good cardiovascular health, his two semesters of med school offer his brain.

Dennis erases what he was typing and tries to come up with something else a couple times, but eventually just says fuck it. Jack’s text bubbles are blue. He’s got an iPhone too.

He grabs his Hitachi and a towel and gets comfy back on the bed, then takes a couple big deep breaths to psych himself up before pressing the FaceTime call button.

The bubbles stop as soon as the photo gets the little delivered message right below them. Jack's heart stops with them. He's not sure why he's so nervous, this is just sex work, attention for money, pics for money, even if Danny doesn't like what he's showing off it won't matter.

But it does. Jack is self aware enough to know that he wants Danny to want him at least a fraction of how much Jack wants him.

The typing picks up again. Then goes away. Then comes back. Jack's going to have an aneurism. Or a heart attack.

When his phone remains notificationless and the bubbles go away again he sighs, sitting up with a groan. He's still going to cum to the photo Danny sent, but he needs a second to sulk.

And then he hears the FaceTime noise.

It must be Robby, even though they don't do this often, and at least he can be happy his husband wants to see him.

Only it's not Robby's number on his screen and he scrambles back onto lean against the headboard as he accepts it, looking at his camera as Danny fills his screen.

"Did you mean to do that, sweetheart? Or did your finger slip on all that spit?"

Jack's very proud of the way he gives Danny an out while also teasing him for the photo. He's polite.

Jack calls him sweetheart and Dennis feels his cunt clench. He’s already soaked in anticipation and he hasn’t really even touched himself yet.

He can also feel his blush spread higher on his cheeks, knowing Jack can see it on the screen. It just makes him wetter, the embarrassment of it.

“I… I did it on purpose. To say thank you for the photo.”

He uses a pillow to prop his phone up so he can scoot back towards the headboard a bit, letting his legs splay open and setting the toy and his vibe where they’re visible in frame.

“I thought you might like a private show from your favorite boy?”

Jack feels a little insane at the blush he can see spreading out over Danny's face, watching it settle darker on his cheeks and over towards his ears. He wants to ruin the boy.

On purpose, he says, stroking Jack's ego that had deflated significantly from the radio silence even if it was only half a minute. Long enough to spiral.

"Oh sweet thing," Jack coos, watching Danny's breath hitch, hearing that pretty noise hit his ears. "Every time I think you can't get more perfect you prove me wrong. I like it. Not many people can do that these days."

Sure he's been impressed by some of the new blood here and there, but he's got too much time and experience to be wrong very often. He likes this, having to actually think.

Jack zeros in on the boy's cunt, already wet, slick enough he can see it.

"Do you want to put on a show, or do you want me to tell you what to do? I already know you listen so well during your live shows, like a good boy does."

“I–” Dennis cuts himself off with a hard swallow, feeling his blush darken even further, unable to make eye contact even through the tiny, cracked screen of his phone.

Dennis had every intention of putting on a show of his own volition but now that the option is out there he can’t deny that the thought of being talked through it, showing how good he can be for Jack, is really, really appealing.

He bites his lip, not even intentionally trying to be shy and coy, but Jack tells him not to hurt himself and he lets go instantly, pretty much sealing the deal for him.

“I want to be good for you, Sir. Please?”

Danny is clearly struggling with himself and Jack wonders if his pretty little camboy is a virgin in real life. He seems unable to make eye contact with him, nervous, and Jack wants to ruin him, corrupt him, make him his own personal whore.

Because he does listen so well, letting go of his lip from behind his teeth with only a little suggestion to do so.

Jack's cock gives a hefty twitch at that, and another one at the Sir thrown at him.

"Oh you will be. Go on and spread your legs more, let me see what I'm working with." Danny does, letting his thighs fall apart with ease, pulling his knees wide. "God look at you, such a pretty pussy, just like the rest of you."

Danny whimpers at that and Jack smiles at him a little meanly.

"Let me see that greedy hole, use your middle and pointer finger– there you go." Danny's following orders perfectly, letting Jack see the ease at which he spreads himself, wide enough to show his asshole a little too.

Jack shifts up, setting up his phone on his side table so he can have both hands free, letting the camera see his torso too as he reclines back.

"You look so empty, baby, why don't you go ahead and give yourself two fingers," Jack orders as he once again slowly strokes himself, making sure Danny can see the whole of his cock.

Dennis loves being on display, he really does. Yeah it’s his job, but he’s good at it because it’s fun. But something about this feels more intimate than cam shows or the club and it’s making him bashful.

He finally figures it out when he’s got four fingers inside himself at Jack’s instruction.

It’s because he’s himself right now. Danny White is the one spinning on the pole to old rock songs and fucking himself stupid on camera.

Dennis Whitaker is the one who wants Jack R. Abbot, MD’s stupid fat cock in his mouth right now.

“Wish you were here,” he whines, honest. “Your hands were so big. Bet they’d feel so good inside me.”

Jack knows he's dragging this out, but can anyone blame him? He's got no idea if this will ever happen again so while he's got Danny here, naked and wet and willing, he's going to keep him as long as possible.

Two fingers becomes three, becomes four, and Jack's leaking pre all over himself, wishing it were his fingers instead.

Danny reads his mind, damn near saying the same thing.

"Me too, sweet thing. I'd stuff you full on only two fingers, have you crying by the time we got to four. Bet you could take my whole hand if you wanted to." Danny gasps at that and Jack groans. "Taste yourself, go on, fuck I bet you taste so sweet, I'd let you grind that pretty cunt on my face until you came. God I bet you'd leave me soaked."

Jack's been worked up for the last hour and he wants to cum, wants to coat Danny's face, his tits, cum on his puffy cunt and shove it inside with his fingers.

He watches Danny suck on his own fingers, just like he told him to.

"You've been so good, go on and get your vibrator, wanna see you grind on it."

Dennis whimpers around his fingers and fumbles blindly for his vibe with his free hand.

He knows he’s about to embarrass himself. He doesn’t try to stop it at all. Jack has him desperate already, and it’s worse now that he’s empty. He sucks harder on his fingers like it might somehow magically make him feel it back in his cunt.

He turns the vibe on low and gets up onto his knees with the Hitachi between his legs, dropping down to grind his dick into the head of it, groaning around the fingers still in his mouth since he wasn’t told to stop.

It feels incredible, even better because he feels like he earned it, but it doesn’t make him feel less empty. He doesn’t want to complain, though, doesn’t want to be rude or bratty or do anything that would mean Jack stops calling him good and pretty and sweet and letting him touch himself.

So he works his hips in a tight circle that he knows shows off how lean and flexible he is, grinding like he’s working the pole and not a vibrator, still keeping his fingers in his mouth and being loose with how much he moans and whines around them.

Jack's always amazed at how responsive and needy Danny is. Even when he's doing a solo video with no input from his fans, he gets to a point where he's just so desperate. He wasn’t expecting it so soon but Jack's not complaining, not when he's got a front row seat.

He can't seem to figure out what he wants to focus on, wishing he was better with technology so he knew how to record this for later, so he can take in all the details, memorize the noises and the roll of Danny's hips.

As is, he'll just have to drink his fill in real time, watching the boy's chest heavy in his need, empty hole leaking.

"Such a needy slut, aren't you? Desperate to be full, desperate to cum." Danny's being loud, whimpering around the fingers he's sucking on. "I left your poor pussy all empty, didn't I? Go away sweetheart, fill yourself up, use whatever you want."

Jack hopes it's the dildo, knows that if it is Danny's going to cum like a rocket. And he won't be far behind him.

Dennis gets permission and he snatches up his toy, getting it set up for him to drop down onto so he can still grind on his vibe when he hilts.

“Can I cum? Please?”

Jack encourages him, promising him he has permission, that he wants to see him fall apart, and that’s all Dennis needs.

Just like always, it takes a second of pushing and adjusting to get the head to notch inside him, and when it does it all goes in together, filling him up hard and fast, pressing up against all the right spots inside him. It gives his pussy something to really clamp down on, and he’s barely bouncing on the toy, mostly just rocking back and forth to rub his dick on the vibe’s head, trembling and blushing and whimpering.

“Fuck fuck fuck so full, Jack, please, wanna… wanna see you cum too, please?” He’s probably milliseconds away from his own release but he at least wants to see Jack start to get there himself too

Danny begs him to cum so desperately, that Jack can't deny him. Maybe if he had him here, in his hands, he'd tease until the boy was crying and begging, but honestly he just needs to see it happen.

Seeing the toy go from fully out to fully in is always a sight, he loves it, it's why it's his favorite. Danny fucks himself full on it in seconds every time and Jack swears he can see his belly bulge from the size of it. Danny rocks his hips, already looking a little cock drunk, full, vulnerable.

The vibrator is soaked, barely staying in place as Danny grinds his cock against it and Jack can see the way he throbs against the hard piece of plastic.

God he wants to put it in his mouth, wants to suck on the boy's little cock just to see if he'll scream.

As soon as his name comes out of that spit slick mouth Jack damn near does just that.

"Fuck, yeah, of course you can baby. Eyes on me, just look at what you do to me." Jack takes himself in hand properly, stroking over his cock and fucking up into his fist.

He makes sure the camera can see him and then he just watches the slick roll of Danny's hips.

"So pretty, perfect boy, wish I was there so I could cum on you, in you, don't care. F-fuck, Danny–" Jack groans lowly as he cums, spilling over his own hand, barely keeping his eyes open to see Danny do the same, those familiar aftershocks racketing through his body.

Jack clumsily grabs at his phone with one hand and takes a screenshot, not caring if it notifies him. He'll pay for it if it's that big of a deal.

"There you are, just feel it, such a good boy."

Dennis whimpers and trembles through his orgasm, full-body shivering as his hole milks the toy he’s impaled on.

Jack’s cum is all over himself and he wants to bury his face in the mess, to lick it clean, to scoop it up with his fingers and shove it inside himself so it’s not wasted.

The praise hits like a drug, and he’s grateful his stage name is similar enough to his real name that he still gets the dopamine rush from it.

He collapses a bit, vibe still buzzing away since he wasn’t told to stop, just that he had permission to cum. His arms take the brunt of his weight but it’s mostly just directly on the vibe now, driving the dildo impossibly deeper too, Dennis can feel it nudging his cervix from the inside.

“Feels so good” he manages to pant out, “fuck, Jack, Sir, ‘m gonna cum again–”

Sure enough he clamps down on the toy again, even wetter and louder this time, and he’s really glad he grabbed a towel before this started or else he’d never make it to the shower afterward

Jack just soaks it all in, post orgasm bliss mixing with Danny's call of not only his name, but his second orgasm. There's barely a full breath in between the first and the second and Jack thinks he must really have had a heart attack and died because this is heaven.

Danny's panting heavily, still leaning his cock down on the vibrator and cunt full of the dildo. But he doesn't move, even as he lays there still twitching and shivering and whimpering through what has to be overstimulation.

He feels mean about it, everything clicking. Danny is staying because he wasn't told he could move.

"Good boy, following orders. Look at you, a mess. Keep going, that's right, give me one more and you can stop. Sit up."

Danny does, slowly, on shaking arms and hips twitching forwards and backwards against the vibrator like he wants to follow Jack's command but it hurts.

"It's the grand finale, sweetheart. Touch yourself, play with those pretty nipples while you come on that fake cock again. You can do it. There you go."

Jack takes another screenshot of Danny with both his tits pinched between his fingers, base and balls of the dildo visible sticking out of him, and so much cum the vibrator is visibly dripping with it. His face is red and wet with tears and Jack wants to lick them off his cheeks.

He wants to set it as his background instead of the photo of him and Robby in Greece for their anniversary. He's pretty sure his husband would like it more too.

"Go ahead and cum again, Danny, perfect boy. So pretty for me."

Dennis has no idea why he’s explicitly waiting for permission to stop, he wasn’t told he needed it, but for some reason he literally cannot make a choice of his own volition. He has to hear the older man tell him he can stop before he will. He’ll die like this, overstimulated and sticky, before he risks disappointing Jack.

It’s crazy. The only other person he gets like this with is Michael, who always wants a slow lap dance and an even slower handjob, dragging out his time as much as possible and making Dennis work for every cent. Normally it’s annoying when patrons do that but with Michael he likes it, likes feeling like he earned it.

Jack is apparently the same way. He always likes when Jack comments in the chat or on his videos that he’s a good boy, a pretty boy, but hearing it like this, fuck, he’s going to get spoiled.

So he does as he’s told, arches back a little to show off the way the sheer girth of the toy swells his tummy and pinches his nipples hard enough the pain only adds to the pleasure. Having all his weight on his knees again instead of his hands drives him down deeper onto both toys and that combined with Jack’s voice in his ear…

He cums hard, wet and messy, squirting all over himself and the bed, even manages to splash a little onto his phone screen. He falls back onto his hands, physically incapable of holding himself up with his legs alone, sobbing and begging through the embarrassment and the overstimulation. He shoves the vibe away but he likes to leave anything inside him in place until the aftershocks stop so he’s not clenching on nothing.

He whimpers Jack’s name and nuzzles into a dry spot on the blanket where he’s collapsed, clingy and wanton after cumming that hard, seeking physical comfort anywhere he can get it.

It takes a while before he can actually make real words happen again, and when he can it’s still pretty slurred and whiny. “Fuck, that was…. fuck.”

Danny's cum explosively on camera before, soaking whatever toy he's on, his hands, his sheets, but this? This is a veritable flood out of the boy as he squirts all over the toys, splashing everywhere. He's perfect and if Jack had a problem before he's got more than a problem now. Even his spent cock gives a twitch, wanting to participate again but not being able to. Damn the curses of age.

It takes a long couple of minutes, Danny calling his name, him offering praise he's not sure the boy is hearing him, but perhaps the steady cadence of his voice will help just a little, before there's a real response.

Danny sounds cock-drunk and happy, and Jack needs to bite him.

"Yeah sweetheart, it was. You did so well, so fucking perfect for me. Do you have any water? You need to hydrate."

That's the doctor part of him coming out. Also maybe he's trying to make the call last a little longer. Maybe now that he's cum hard enough to collapse Danny will hang up on him.

Dennis nods, sitting up and brushing back his messy hair to get it unstuck from his forehead. “Mm. Yeah, there’s water bottles in the little mini fridge. I’ll get one when I can trust my knees again.”

He kinda likes the way Jack gets a little stern with him about his needs. He’s not a virgin but he’s not exactly super experienced either, being mostly stealth working on his theology undergrad and then a few semesters of stressful as fuck pre-med didn’t exactly lend time to meeting incredibly kink-competent partners, so most of his experience is sex work, which isn’t exactly the pinnacle of aftercare.

This is nice, though. He lets himself pretend a little.

He doesn’t want to hang up yet. He should, he should remember this is work, that Jack isn’t actually interested in him beyond something to jerk off to a few days a week, he shouldn’t have called in the first place. But he can’t bring himself to regret it, either.

He blames it on being cum-drunk and stupid. Same thing he blames the next words out of his mouth on, too.

“Thank you. That… I don’t really ever do that. I’m glad you liked it too.” He feels himself blush again, darkening his cheeks more than the rest of his flushed face. “My phone is set to always record calls for safety. Do you… do you want the recording?”

He knows better than to offer videos for free. It’s the easiest way to end up exploited in this industry. But… he wants to offer at least something in return for making him cum his fucking brains out like that.

Jack can only hum in response as Danny tells him he's at least got some cold water nearby, he'd like to personally monitor his intake but the reassurance alone will have to be enough. It's about all he can do, too, from this side of the screen, since he can't offer a washcloth and then bundle Danny up in something warm and soft. Aftercare is just as good as sex is sometimes and he's loath to admit that's his only real hang up when it comes to this little virtual affair. Even watching the lives makes him crave the gentle touch afterwards.

The thanks is sweet, and so is the blush that takes back over Danny's cheeks. He's either a really good actor, entirely possible, or he actually did enjoy that. Then again he came three times so Jack's inclined to believe at the bare minimum he enjoyed that part of it.

"In the interest of being honest, I took a few screenshots. I was going to offer to pay for them. But if you want to send me the video, I won't say no." He's splurged a little too much already on this 'work trip', (god what a fucking stereotypical cheating excuse, has he really gotten that unoriginal in his old age?) but he can shell out some more for a copy. "Just tell me what I owe you, sweet thing."

Jack knows how this works, he's just a wallet here, and he's under no delusion that it was so good Danny would be offering it for free. And even if he was... the kid's too skinny, Jack's not sure why he started selling himself online but he's guessing it's not for fun. He's an old pervert, but he's not an asshole.

It catches him off guard when Jack is so forthcoming. He’s used to sleaze and negotiation. “Oh. Um. I don’t… I don’t really know. That doesn’t seem fair, I called you. I guess if you want to use the tip jar thing again you can?”

He wasn’t trying to trap Jack into paying for a private show, he knows his rates for something like this are expensive and even then that’s just a little personalized clip, not an actual live one-on-one.

He feels bad about it actually now, remembering the reality of the situation they’re in. He had fun, but he’s a product to purchase for Jack. It’s unfair of him to try to change the dynamic here without asking first.

It might be the fucking mind-melting stream of orgasms and the fact that he hasn’t really eaten anything yet today, too caught up in all the excitement, but it hits him hard that he made a mistake here, and he has to quickly wipe his eyes and pretend it was just the drying sweat on his face starting to irritate his skin.

“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to put you in a position where you felt obligated to send anything. I shouldn’t have just called like that. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

God, he’s still naked and impaled on what might as well be a squishy baseball bat. This might be the most embarrassed he’s felt since that time his brother found his diary in middle school.

Jack senses the change in Danny pretty quickly. He doesn't normally fumble social interactions much anymore but he can almost feel the shift in his hotel room air.

"Hey, hey no, I just don't want you to feel like you need to give me anything for free. You do this for a reason and just because this was a little more mutual than things have been doesn't mean you shouldn't be compensated fairly for your time. If you're giving me a gift, I will take it. But I will also tip you because I think you deserve it. Okay? Believe me, you are incapable of making me uncomfortable."

Jack wipes his hand off on the bed and sits up a little higher, pulling the phone closer to his face to make sure Danny can see him.

"Why don't you go ahead and take that toy out, find a dry spot, and take a couple minutes. I don't have to stay on if you're uncomfortable but I'd like to see you drink that water if you can."

He's overstepping, but he can't seem to help it, not right now. His brain is buzzing with bees trying to undo what he just did. Danny didn't seem to mind his care either, at least until he brought up money.

“Okay. I can do that.” Dennis nods and flops to the side a bit so he can let the toy slide free, groaning a bit as it stretches him just as much on the way out. There’s a crazy amount of his own cum that flows out behind it and he’s really, really grateful for that towel.

Dennis gets himself wiped down enough to be passable and very gingerly stands, taking just a second when his knees wobble on him like a newborn deer.

He ends up having to leave his phone on the bed pointed at the ceiling so he can pull on a hoodie and some underwear, not wanting to be naked and on display anymore, and crack open a water bottle. But he manages to get back to the bed and bundled up cozy, taking careful sips where Jack can see.

He still feels off, overly emotional and a little like there’s ants under his skin, but having him there, even through the phone, is nice. It helps not being completely alone for once.

There’s a notification for his tip jar but Dennis doesn’t even read the dollar amount, just swipes it away so it stops covering Jack’s face.

“I’m sorry. This happens every now and then, if I get really worked up I sometimes get all emotional afterwards and it’s like a hair trigger for me to start crying. I know it’s dumb, and it’s not what you signed up to see, but thank you for talking to me still.”

He’s had more than one stream where he was all smiles as the camera cut and then cried his way through editing and posting even if nothing went badly. He doesn’t know what’s wrong with him but as long as it doesn’t affect work he can just power through it.

Jack watches a little too intently as the toy slips from Danny, biting his cheek at the boy's hole gapes for a second before he's rolling to clean himself up and removing the view. What a fucking shame.

He pops off a donation, a few hundred dollars just because a personal call and a video like that is worth that much on other pages so it only seems fair, and then gets a good look at the hotel ceiling. Part of him wants to say it looks exactly like his hotel ceiling but he can't be sure. They all look the same, and he wasn't paying enough attention to anything else in the room to confirm.

But god if he's in the same hotel? What a fantasy to run with.

Danny comes back looking… sad, and Jack feels his heart lurch at the confession.

"Oh sweetheart, sounds like a drop. It's why aftercare is so very important. Even non-BDSM or sub/dom dynamics need it in some capacity, especially if you're more sensitive to that kind of thing. And you do some more in tune with your submissive side."

Jack wants to offer something, but from the other side of a screen there's little he can do. But he can talk.

"You were perfect, you know? Did everything I told you and more. You're a natural for it, I didn't even have to give you direct orders and you still followed the flow of commands. And you're beautiful, in looks and the noises you make. Even now you're adorable in that hoodie, all glowy. I wish I could give you more, but it's okay to feel off after, it's only natural. It's okay to cry, Danny."

Dennis sniffles and keeps taking his water in little sips so he doesn’t choke.

He likes this hoodie a lot, it’s heavy and warm and feels like a big hug and it’s helping squeeze him back into himself. But he can’t help but wish it was Jack's well-defined arms instead.

He pretends Jack said Denny instead of Danny, that the compliments were for him and not his stage persona, genuine rather than just getting him to stop crying.

But what Jack said makes sense. It’s kind of nice knowing there’s a word for it and that he’s not broken or bad for having it happen. He wishes he knew how to make it not happen in the first place but it’s kind of hard to aftercare himself.

“Okay. Thank you, Jack. Um, you don’t have to stay on the call if you don’t want to just watch me drink this and clean up. But it’s nice hearing your voice. Wish you were really here.” The last part is out of his mouth before he can stop it, verbal filter apparently fucked off and ran away with his emotional regulation.

It doesn't look like he's really getting through, and that's okay, it's hard to really support a sub when you've got no real connection and are dealing with such an impersonal form of communication. But he's at least a little more calm from what Jack can tell.

"I'll stay as long as you want me too, this is a privilege not many get and I'm not keen to lose it," but the last part makes him feel far too much. "And me too, I wish I could be there to hold you, kiss you."

Jack's taking this too far. He shouldn't want to kiss the boy he found just to jerk off to when Robby's busy or he needs something different. This call took it ten steps past watching some porn and spending some money, this is toeing into real cheating, emotionally if nothing else. But there's something about Danny that just takes all of his inhibitions and throws them right out the fucking window. He wants to tie him up in a pretty little bow and leave him on their bed for Robby to find. Wants to share him with his husband.

A pretty little house pet for them to use.

"Keep drinking that water- good boy."

There's not much more that happens, Danny finishes his water, thanks him again even though Jack really should be the one thanking him, and five minutes later he's got a nice long video saved to his phone of the entire thing. He wishes the aftercare hadn't been cut out, the soft way Danny had wished for him to be there will just live on in his memories he supposes.

He goes home to Robby who still kisses him as sweetly as he did ten years ago. Jack loves him so much. He should stop seeing Danny. Cut the subscription, block the kid's number and delete the video from everywhere he saved it.

Instead, as soon as Robby leaves for work he jerks off to it again, zooming in on his favorite parts, replaying it just to hear the noises.

Meanwhile Robby's looking forward toTuesday. His favorite stripper will be back and he picked up an extra shift over the weekend which means he's got all the money he wants to make sure he sees his boy privately and gets to cum on that pretty face.

Jack came home from his trip a little extra lovey and Robby's not stupid, even if he didn't fuck someone there's something going on there. He does the same damn thing when he comes back from the club and the guilt starts to eat at him. Not enough to stop, not when his husband is doing something similar. Even if Danny doesn't care for him really, not for more than his wallet provides. There's just something about him that makes Robby want to sink his teeth in and never let go.

He thinks Jack would like Danny, that he'd find the same appeal in the boy, with his expressive face and pretty lashes, with his softer voice and delicate hands. Robby wants to bring Jack with him sometimes, when he's not feeling selfish and possessive. To bring him to the club and go "look, look what I got for us, isn't he so pretty, go on, I know you want to see him cry," but instead he continues to go alone, in secret, because even though he's sure, he's not certain.

And he's not losing Jack over some stripper.

When the weekend rolls around he's over eager, and maybe feeling a little more sentimental as his and Jack's anniversary approaches. He wants Danny to be his gift, but he's a person, not a thing, so instead he just wears one of Jack's shirts, metaphorically bringing him into this with him, and makes sure to tip just a little more to instill a sense of urgency in Danny so he can get him sooner.

Dennis is still a little off the next day but by the time he needs to start getting ready for his shift at the club he’s feeling mostly back to normal. Normal enough he can play pretend, it’s what he’s best at anyways.

He dresses extra cute to distract from the fact that his smile is a little more fake than usual, and nobody seems to mind. One of the other dancers mentions his slight limp and he blushes like a tomato but it’s all in good fun.

Michael’s there like usual for a Tuesday, and he must be in a good mood because he tips like crazy. Way more than he usually does despite not getting anything extra than his usual champagne lounge handjob in between lap dances and an expensive glass of whiskey from the bar.

Dennis ends up just kind of sitting in his lap at one point, asking him how his weekend was, rubbing his chest and letting himself be groped in return through his top, a tight sparkly mesh tank top today that’s just dark enough to hide his top surgery scars in the dim lighting of the club.

He squeezes Michael’s pec and trails his fingers along the lapel of his dark, silky dress shirt. “I like this shirt, the material is nice. Did you get all dressed up just for me?”

Robby can tell that something is off with Danny the moment he sees him, his smile is just a hair too tight, his walking gate just a smidge wrong. Almost like he's hurt, limping. He looks for signs of injury but sees none, wishing that they were the kind of people who could just ask those kinds of things.

But even with those things, Danny still comes to see him, settling against his body with the same fluttering lashes he's seen a few dozen times.

It's just as good as usual, Danny pouts at him when he cums on his chin and yet he still licks it all up even if it is just to be clean. Robby holds him gently as Danny climbs into his lap, pawing at him because he just missed the feel of the boy’s body.

"All my shirts are nice," he teases. "And maybe. If you like it so much I can wear it again, seems to make you want to touch more."

Jack's shirt is helping him in more ways than one, it looks nice on him and the silky material seems to draw in Dennis' touch like nothing else.

"You look good, too. Do you need the tips that badly after taking some time off or is today just special?" Robby thumbs over one of Danny's nipples, watching the boy jerk into the touch with a grin. "Sensitive."

Dennis narrows his eyes and just barely avoids actually pouting like a child. His nipples are extra sensitive through the mesh, it makes everything tingly and he really didn’t think about that before letting Michael touch.

The mention of his finances kind of stings again, like it did when Jack brought it up. He’s not sure why it’s making him so emotional lately. Maybe he’s just craving something real after so much playing pretend. He needs to get over that shit before it starts to affect his livelihood. He’s gotta save up for school before he can even think about stepping away from this lifestyle and he knows odds are his family will need money again before long when it gets cold and the farm slows down for the season

He shrugs and waves it off. “Maybe I just missed you and wanted a little extra attention, can you blame me when you look so handsome tonight?”

Robby rolls his eyes but he smiles too so it doesn’t hurt his feelings too badly, and Dennis lets the big hand on his hip encourage another dance. The song playing right now isn’t one of his favorites but it’s fine, the beat is easy to follow and Michael already got what he really wanted so this is just a little bonus.

Robby laughs lightly, pulling Danny closer into him, enjoying the warmth and the softness of his skin. Danny missed something, but probably not him, which is how this goes, he's got no reason or right to be upset by that.

He leans in as Danny starts to dance, nosing over his jaw, resisting the urge to bite, to nip at the skin and leave a mark. A little 'I was here'. He scrapes by on willpower and instead just enjoys the bonus time he's getting, soft cock just existing now that he's already painted that pretty face.

"If only they let me take more of your time," he laments. "As good as your hand is, I bet your mouth is even better."

He’s pushing, and he knows it, but after Jack seemed to escalate his side thing with that conference ruse maybe he's just feeling a little something about it all. Jack has… someone, or something, and Robby has Danny.

Only he doesn't have Danny, does he?

Dennis blushes at the sultry tone in Michael’s voice.

“I’ve actually never done that, I don’t know if I’d be any good even if we could get away with it here. But you can have me for as long as you want tonight.”

Weekends he’s gotta bounce around a bit more and work the crowd but Tuesdays, he really only comes in because he knows Michael does. It’s slower, mostly just regulars with their favorite dancers or business men enjoying the bar and a show. There’s not a ton of money to be made on a random weekday evening.

The crowd is pretty sparse tonight and they’ve already had to throw two people out for being overly handsy with some of the girls, so Dennis is more than happy to sit pretty in his favorite regular’s lap away from the creeps. He doesn’t even need to keep buying dances, as long as Michael at least keeps getting him shots or sits by the pole when he’s called back to it no one will notice. He just likes the security and the company.

It's almost too dark to see the blush but it's certainly not too loud to hear what was just said.

"You can't just say those things," Robby admonishes. "Never? Fuck."

Robby wants it, wants to be the first cock to slide between those pink lips. Wants to train Danny to take a cock so well he goes from choking on just a few inches to taking the whole thing without even blinking. He wants to ruin him, to corrupt him, to make sure his throat is always in the shape of Robby’s cock.

His hands flex at Danny's sides, an idea running away with him that he shouldn't follow through on. This is legal, mostly, what he's about to offer isn't.

"I'd pay for it, whatever you wanted, baby. All to you, not through the club, no splitting tips, no tax. I can pay for a hotel, or you can come to my home. I won't pressure you, I won't ask again if you say no, but fuck Danny I want to do so much to you and none of it can be done here."

Robby sits back, making sure Danny can feel him loosen his grip in case he wants to slip off his lap and get the hell away from him.

Dennis swallows, throat going dry.

He’s telling the truth, he’s never had a real cock in his mouth before. Just dildos, and hunks of silicone can’t exactly give feedback on how he’s doing. He says as much, “Never, but I’ve tried to practice before. Mostly my own fingers, sometimes toys.”

He doesn’t think Michael watches his streams but he doesn’t want to be accused of lying so he just wants to cover his bases.

Michael’s offer though…

He blushes somehow even redder, eyes going wide.

Dennis isn’t against full service sex workers by any means, he respects their hustle but that… that’s a step farther than he thinks he’s ready to go. Especially with how embarrassingly clingy he’s been lately. He isn’t sure he’d be able to separate work and real life from that. He’d want the whole deal, kissing and foreplay and aftercare, and that doesn’t seem like the kind of thing you get when someone is paying you to choke on their cock.

He has no idea what to even charge for that kind of thing anyways, and he already embarrassed himself in front of Jack. He doesn’t think he can take doing it with Michael too. He likes Michael. Doesn’t want to risk ruining this thing they’ve got going that seems to work for them both by being clingy and weird and wanting more than Michael’s willing to give.

But he ends up spilling words all over himself and embarrassing himself anyways so it doesn’t even matter in the end.

“I don’t– I don’t think I can do that. I’m sorry, it’s not that I don’t want to, I just… I’m… sensitive, I guess. I can play pretend here and on camera but I think anything like that would be too much for me to handle.”

He doesn’t get off of Michael’s lap but he does stop rubbing his chest in case Michael wants him to get up and go away now.

Robby can feel the way his cock tries to get hard again at what Danny says. The image of him practicing at home with a dildo in hand, gagging on it and crying alone in his room, trying to see just how deep he can take it. Sucking on the silicone head, dragging his teeth along the ridges. It's a hell of a mental picture and he wishes he could see it.

But before he can say or do anything else Danny is rambling, turning his idea down with excuses that sound more like painful confessions.

"Hey, baby no, none of that. You don't want to, that's okay, not everyone does. It's why you're here at a club and not on a corner. That's okay." He pulls Danny in, moving his hand back to his chest to rest there. "This is enough, I never want to make you uncomfortable."

Says the man who gets seedy handjobs from this same kid. Hypocritical, perhaps, but he's only human.

"Why don't you give me one more dance, let me pay you, and then we can get you back on the stage, yeah? I love seeing you under those lights almost as much as I love having you in my lap."

There's a lot running through his mind when Danny hits the pole again, leaving his lap cold and empty. Sensitive. Camera. Pretend.

Robby isn't dumb, it sounds like Danny is doing cam work, too. That's not really his thing, he wants to touch. But if it's Danny... he might go looking. The rest though? Sounds like his boy is lonely, wants someone to hold him after, to be there, and Robby isn't sure he can offer that. That feels like too much, pushing this silent agreement he and Jack have too far. Sex is one thing, emotions are more.

Dennis nods and lets himself be reassured, settling down some with Michael’s easy reassurance. He appreciates the older man’s ability to take control of the situation if nothing else.

He does one more lap dance to a song he likes a lot more and can actually get into, and then Michael releases him back to the stage, taking a seat dead center in front of the pole. There’s a few other people who gather around for it, two more middle aged men and a gaggle of bridesmaids in matching pink sparkly dresses, and he puts on a good enough show he makes a decent amount of tips, letting the bride-to-be slip bills into his waistband directly with a wink, pulling back just before she could get too handsy and realize his dick is fake.

He only stays about an hour after Michael leaves. He doesn’t do any more private dances but he does a few more pole performances before he’s tired.

For a Tuesday he makes a pretty good cash haul and there’s only two bartenders on duty so his tip out is pretty light. His take-home is good enough that he actually stops at a late-night spot he likes a lot and gets sushi and boba tea to-go, his favorite little treat/comfort food.

When he gets back into his apartment he lays everything out on the coffee table and takes a photo, not entirely sure what possesses him to do what he’s about to do.

It’s probably Michael’s offer making him extra aware of how lonely he’s been lately, and how much he liked the attention from Jack.

He texts Jack again, sending the photo.

Be proud of me, I actually took care of myself today ☺️

He doesn’t get a response, but that’s ok. It’s pretty late. Maybe Jack goes to bed early. Maybe he just doesn’t care about Dennis getting a spicy tuna roll and dumplings to make himself feel better. He’s got a real, important job and probably a wife and kids if he’s being honest with himself. Way more important and interesting than Dennis’s 2am dinner.

After he eats and showers he curls up on his couch for a bit, tired but not quite sleepy.

It’s nearly 4am when he gets a response to his text.

Good boy! What are you still doing up?

Dennis grins to himself and the movie he’s watching gets ignored in favor of texting Jack

Just got off work not long ago. Kind of a weird day. Had a customer offer to pay me for a blow job.

It’s a while before he gets a response again, to the point Dennis is just starting to nod off and debating if the back pain is worth just sleeping right here tonight. It makes him wonder if Jack is waking up and seeing his messages or if he works nights too.

Robby goes home thinking about Danny. That's not new but the thoughts this time are less about his mouth and his body and more about what he does when he's not at the club. He's not new to pornography, but he lived through a time where it was pay-per-view and magazines. He's not technologically challenged, but he wouldn't even know where to start.

But he thinks on it, does some googling. There's a lot of options, too many, he doesn't even know where to start.

There’s all sorts of websites for independent performers, even more for more traditional internet pornography, and he has no idea what Danny actually does, whether it’s solo work or he’s with a studio.

He finds a couple videos of boys that tick all the same boxes, curly hair and big blue eyes and flexible spines, but they’re not his boy. And watching isn’t as good as touching. The twinks on his computer screen can’t reach through and jerk him off the way he’s got Danny trained to do.

In the end he gives up and goes to bed half-hard and already missing Danny’s touch.

Jack's at work when Danny texts him so he doesn't see it until his late-as-fuck break at nearly 4am. He's quick to text back, concerned as to why the boy is up so late.

He blinks down at the response Danny sent as he's getting off, waiting on the roof for Robby to show, and fires something back.

I really hope you don't work at the grocery store or something, although I don't even think the Walmarts are 24/7 anymore. Are you okay, do you want to talk about it?

He doesn't expect a response, he's sure Danny is long asleep now, but still he'll be up for a few more hours, he can be there.

The roof door opens and Jack tucks his phone away, turning with a soft smile to greet his husband. Robby looks tired and Jack is quick to kiss him, rubbing at his back a bit as they debrief. Jack promises to cook dinner for him so he's got something hot and fresh and delicious waiting for him at home. Robby tells him that he's the best, that he loves him, and Jack wishes he felt more guilty than he does.

Dennis blinks himself awake enough to respond and sit back up properly so he doesn’t kill his back to the point he can’t dance tomorrow.

I’m ok, sushi fixes everything. I work at a nightclub so it’s not too weird, just surprised me.

He fires off the text then a few minutes later clarifies further, unsure of why he was being secretive about it considering how Jack knows him in the first place.

I’m a dancer. It’s kind of a seedy place but my regulars are nice.

He doesn’t mention that he wants to be a doctor one day too, feels like that’s maybe a little too much information to share quite yet. He doesn’t want Jack to feel like he’s trying to get close to him for a letter of recommendation or something. Besides, “stripping to pay for med school” is like… the oldest cliche in the book.

Jack leaves Robby looking a little more stable and a little more ready to face the day, making sure to swing by the grocery store to pick up the ingredients he needs to cook Robby's favorite of his dishes. It's just eggplant Parmesan, but it was the first thing he cooked for Robby when they started dating and it's just become a comfort for them both.

As he gets home he sees the messages waiting and responds.

Sushi does fix everything, I'm glad you got something good. That does make sense, I'm surprised it's the first time you've gotten that offer, I've seen how pretty you are. There's a few places here in Pittsburgh I know, I prefer the online method but they're around. Just be safe, online is dangerous but so is a dark parking lot. You should get a gun, or at least some pepper spray.

Jack will buy him some protection, send in a tip and a link to a website where he can get the good shit if that's what he wants. The last thing he would want to see happen is a news story about Danny getting got leaving his regular job.

Dennis falls asleep before Jack’s next reply, but when he wakes up he laughs reading the text. It’s sweet but so old school. Their bouncer is great and walks them to their cars at the end of the night, and Dennis really isn’t the one needing to worry about creeps trying to follow him home. It’s usually the girls who have a harder time, and he may not be tall but he can throw a mean punch if he needs to keep them safe. Shucking hay bales for most of his life gave him decent upper body strength and three older brothers taught him to be scrappy when it matters.

It’s happened before but this was the first time I think the guy was serious. He was nice when I said no though.

He types out “I have a pocket knife but maybe I just need a handsome man to follow me around and keep the creeps away ;)” but then deletes it before he can hit send. That’s too far. Jack likes watching his streams and somehow tolerates his texts. He doesn’t want to come hang out at the club and watch him grind on other men’s laps. He’s being dumb and doesn’t want to get his feelings hurt again. Besides, Jack doesn’t even know Dennis actually lives in Pittsburgh. Saying that would definitely give away his ruse.

Instead he sends something way more tame. He doesn’t really know why he’s so inclined to keep messaging Jack in the first place. He knows this isn’t real. It will never be more than what it is. But he likes Jack’s attention, if nothing else. It makes him feel special, more like a person than just a body on a screen.

I hope you have a good day ❤️

Jack, as a rule, isn't a huge fan of texting. But lately he likes getting that little buzz in his pocket because there's only three things it could be, Robby, Danny, or the VA reminding him of his appointments. Usually it's a 50/50 it will be from someone that makes him happy and now he's bumped that up to 2/3rds chance. He likes those odds.

The nice ones are the ones you need to look out for. Go for the eyes, sweetheart.

And then, so he sounds less like an overbearing father.

I work nights, too, so my day will be sleeping. I'm hoping to watch your stream before work though, if you're not too sore from the meet and greet, of course ;-)

Even if he misses the live, Danny will post it on the site for people to see if they weren't able to watch as it aired. Jack likes those almost as much as the lives because while Danny might not talk to him in chat, he can pause and rewind his favorite parts.

After sending that, Jack falls asleep face down in his bed, alarm set for extra early to both catch a video and cook for his husband.

Dennis sends a little “sweet dreams!” but Jack doesn’t have read receipts on so he has no idea if he sees it before passing out, but that’s ok.

He does some chores around the apartment and takes another little nap in his actual bed before taking a shower and setting everything up for his usual Wednesday stream.

Something about knowing Jack will be watching makes him extra excited. He really needs to get this little crush out of his system before he ends up getting his feelings hurt.

Still, he can’t help it.

For the stream itself, it’s getting near the end of the month and he knows his family will probably need bill money soon so he goes for a classic big earner. A lot of his viewership base comes from the fact that he does really well with large toys, so it’s not unusual for him to do a stretching scene with audience participation, and tonight is a good opportunity for it. He doesn’t bother getting dressed knowing he’s not going to be in anything for long enough for an outfit to be appreciated, and sets down a bag of wooden clothes pins, and the star of the show: a black inflatable rubber dildo and matching butt plug.

The rules of the game are simple. The stream opens with him getting both toys inside himself, and making himself cum once so he’s extra wet and sensitive for the rest of it.

Then, any tip over $10 gets to pick where he puts a clothes pin, and any over $50 gets to pick which toy gets a pump bigger. A $200 and he’ll get himself off again, making every subsequent round more and more difficult. He’s played this game with his viewers before and last time he ended up making nearly 3 grand and was so overstimulated he almost couldn’t get the toys back out of himself from how much he was clenching unconsciously.

This time is no different, and before long he’s got pins on his nipples, labia, dick, even one on the tip of his tongue making him drool like crazy, and both plugs are at least four pumps bigger than when he started.

He hasn’t had much opportunity to actually read the chat or usernames, already a little overwhelmed, but he hopes Jack is watching live and enjoying the show.

Jack does manage to catch the stream, waking up before his alarm with plenty of time to spare before he needs to start to cook. He might be a little tired at work, but that's not exactly a new thing. Sleep has eluded him properly for years.

He sets up his laptop to watch, settling in at his desk just moments before the notification comes through. The pre-stream lobby is already a flutter with comments, wondering what will be happening that day. Jack ignores them, turning to the donation options, and pieces it all together using the head above his shoulders.

Danny's interactive streams like this are always a favorite and Jack is more than excited to see what the boy can handle today.

He can't help but smile a little stupid when Danny appears, already naked, holding an inflatable dildo and plug. Jack groans, already palming himself through his underwear, eyes on the box of clothes pins he can see waiting.

Danny opens up for the toys perfectly and Jack is smug in knowing that he must still be loose from their little call, the way he had stretched himself open only a few days ago and clearly hasn't fully recovered. Jack wonders if he's sore, if the sting makes Danny think of him.

The first donation is him, already primed up, and he delights in watching Danny's lower lip wobble a bit when he attaches the pin to his nipple, the shuddering pained noise going right to his cock.

Before long Danny's covered in them, full up with the toys, and four orgasms in. He's beautiful and Jack wishes he were the one putting the pins on his skin, the one teasing his cock and cunt, the one making him cum.

He wasn't the one to pick Danny's tongue but he's more than happy to see someone else do it, watching the way he drools all over himself from it. He sends in $50 just to make Danny take even more inside of him in a silent thanks, and then waits until he starts to cry to throw out a $350 donation to watch him sob through a final orgasm.

The stream ends not long after, Jack got his before it did, happy to just watch the ending.

He sends a text, once Danny has pulled the pins off, removed the toys, and said goodbye.

You were a perfect boy tonight. Make sure you drink lots of water, and put some cream where you took off the pins to prevent any chaffing or bruising. I sent you a little extra, get yourself something to fill your belly and not just that pretty cunt.

As soon as he sends it, he turns off his laptop, takes a shower, and starts cooking for his husband. Part of him wishes he could feed Danny, too.

Dennis isn’t exactly capable of math right this second but he’s pretty sure this is one of his more profitable streams just from the way he’s stuffed full and cum-drunk. There’s lines of pins down his thighs, along his chest, on his inner and outer folds, two on each nipple and three his little cock, two on the shaft and one on the very tip. They’re literally anywhere he could get them to stick. They hurt all over again taking them off as bloodflow returns and he doesn’t hold back on the little squeaks of pain he lets out.

Someone makes a comment about wishing there was a string connecting them all so they could rip it off at once and he thinks they deserve to get hit by a falling piano.

Both toys are massive, and he makes sure to take them out without deflating them at all so his viewers can see the gape as they slip free and the final size they got up to. There’s a thick, shiny layer of cum on the one from his pussy and he plays with it a little so it catches the light on his fingers for people to see.

When he does his signature blown kiss and wink at the audience and signs off, he immediately groans at how fucking sticky he is. Cum, sweat, spit and tears have all dried down onto him in an awful layer of mess and he wobbles his way to the shower before doing literally anything else.

Once he’s warm and clean he cleans up and puts away his toys and camera equipment, then grabs his phone to go through and make sure he likes and responds to any comments from big spenders.

Unsurprisingly, Jack is at the top, and there’s also an unopened text from him that makes him blush even before he reads it.

He does as he’s told, lotion soothing the little pink marks from the pins, and he absolutely cannot walk or stand at the stove right now so he uses part of Jack’s tip money to order himself a pizza.

He takes a picture of a slice on a plate where you can see his bottle of lotion and a mostly-drank Gatorade in the background so Jack knows he was good and sends that with a little “thank you ❤️ I hope you enjoyed the show.”

Jack sends back a “Good boy. And yes I did, I always do” and twenty minutes later kisses Robby softly and sweetly, rubbing his shoulders to ask about his shift and telling him they can nap together later since he's not going into work that night.

It goes like that for a few weeks, and it seems like every day Jack and Danny are texting more and more. Danny sends him things that aren't about sex, talking about his other work, sending Jack pictures of dogs he saw while walking or the meals Jack doesn't think he's eating enough of. It's a full blown emotional affair, and Jack can't seem to stop. He wants to take care of Danny as a person, not just as a sex worker, he wants to give him the aftercare they learn together he really wants, and wants to take him out to fancy meals to make sure he's eating right. He also wants to fuck him through the mattress, but he's for sure catching feelings and that's not what he intended at all.

Meanwhile Robby is still seeing Danny at the club, still gets his customary hand job, gets to touch and grope and get off. It's a physical thing, for sure, and that's how he justifies it. He won't let himself feel anything for Danny, it can just be sex even if part of him wants something more. He has something more at home, and no matter what the fuck is going on with Jack, he's still his husband, and he's not throwing that away for the 20-something stripper, he's enough of a stereotype as is.

But they can both feel something brewing, and living in denial as best they can will only get them so far.

Dennis is walking a very fine, dangerous line. He knows it’s going to blow up in his face but he’s trying to get as much good as he can before it happens.

Things are going really, really well. Too well, actually. Suspiciously well.

He’s having a great time getting closer to Jack. It feels like he’s made a friend even if it’s nothing more, but god does he want it to be more. He loves the way Jack bosses him around, makes him take care of himself after scenes and even long nights at the club sometimes. He loves knowing Jack is the one paying for extra requests for his streams, making him push his limits and cum his fucking brains out.

At the club, he’s making good money too. His dancing pays just as well as his streams do, and he likes getting to talk to people in person.

People in general, but especially Michael. It feels different with him, since the rejected offer. But not bad different. There’s just a little, subtle shift. He’s more hands-on during dances. Holds eye more intense contact during his usual handjob. It seems like he does in fact want more, just like he offered, but is respecting Dennis’ previous no.

He’s getting spoiled on both of their attention. He has to remind himself constantly that it isn’t real for either of them. But it’s fun to pretend.

Fun enough that he does something really, really stupid.

He misses seeing Jack in person the same way he gets to see Michael.

you can totally say no and it won’t hurt my feelings, but would you ever want to come see me dance?

And then he realizes Jack still has no idea that Dennis actually lives in Pittsburgh, and comes clean

it’s the club on 41st, right by the hospital and the greyhound station

Jack, for all of his intelligence and observation skills, never put together that Danny lived in the same city as him. Of course Danny knew, Jack told him as much that Danny was in “his city”, there was just no confirmation that he was also in Danny's. He should have put it together but he was distracted by this warmth in his chest and a pretty face.

Not usually my thing, but I'd like to see you again.

He shouldn't, he shouldn't, but this time it's Robby bailing on their date night, offering up a flimsy excuse almost as bad as his lie a whole month ago. A month, somehow it feels like forever and no time at all.

My Tuesday night just opened up, I'll be there.

So he plans to go to a fucking strip club, like he's 22 again and back near the base, checking out seedy clubs because getting caught making out with a solider in the barracks was a death sentence, but a dimly lit bar, night club, or stripper joint was more safe as long as you could fight. And Jack could fight.

He kisses Robby goodbye and makes sure the truck is gone before taking off the pajamas he threw on to sell the ruse in exchange for a nice shirt and slacks. He's not dressing fancy, but he's always had style.

It's about an hour before he finally leaves, giving Robby plenty of time to get wherever he’s going, hoping in his car and driving down to 41st.

It’s pretty much exactly what he expected, a gravel parking lot around a building with blacked out windows and bass-heavy music thumping loud enough to hear from outside.

What he's not expecting is to see Robby's beat up dark blue truck.

What he's really not expecting to see is Robby standing outside, smoking with someone.

What he's least prepared to see is that that person is Danny.

Danny, who's hooking his fingers into his husband's jeans and tugging him close, leaning into his side so Robby can bend down and shotgun the smoke from his cigar right into Danny's mouth.

The car is barely in park before he's stepping out, confused, upset, hurt, it feels like a betrayal from both of them. He clears his throat and Robby looks annoyed before clocking Jack and going pale.

"Jack." Robby sounds strained, and Danny looks at him and freezes.

"Robby." Danny is looking back and forth, putting pieces together, eyes wide in horror as he figures it out.

Dennis is having a great time. Michael’s extra handsy and extra generous with his wallet, keeping him occupied so Danny can stick by his side all night. He’s barely worked the poles, just given Michael several private dances.

He’s got Jack’s visit to look forward to too, and he can’t wait. It’ll be great getting to see his two favorite patrons in the same night. Maybe they’ll even get to chatting at the bar and become friends. They’re both doctors who like younger men, if nothing else they can bond over that.

Except that’s not what happens.

Michael mentions wanting a smoke and Dennis joins him so he’s not just sitting around for someone else to steal his attention, and outside the club walls the rules are more so just “don’t get arrested for indecent exposure”, so they’re having fun.

Right up until a car door slams, someone clears their throat, and Michael goes so still and cold he could be made of stone.

There’s half a second where Dennis is excited to see Jack, but it’s immediately apparent that this is not a good meeting. Jack and Michael… or, Robby? clearly know each other, and maybe don’t like each other?

He takes a step back from Michael and feels cold, suddenly wishing he wasn’t in stupidly tight jeans and a crop top.

Dennis isn’t sure what he wants to address first. The name Jack called Michael by, how they know each other, Jack’s anger… it’s all a mess.

It doesn’t look like “jealous” angry, though. Jack isn’t mad Michael is touching Dennis. He’s mad Michael is touching anyone.

And Michael looks like he’s been caught red handed with his hand in the cookie jar, except Dennis is the cookie. Michael doesn’t know Jack was invited here. He thinks he’s been caught. He has no idea Jack and Dennis talk too.

Dennis has somehow ended up an affair on two fronts, and it makes him sick to his stomach. He literally has to swallow down bile when he figures it out.

He has no idea what to say. There’s nothing to say. He just wanted to help his family and save up for school and now he’s in a Jerry Springer episode.

Michael and Jack are arguing now, and Dennis wants to step in but there’s nothing he can say that will make this situation better and he doesn’t want their anger directed at him instead, especially not while he’s wearing eyeliner and is prone to crying when he’s yelled at.

So he’s just sort of awkwardly standing next to them while they spit venom at each other. But when he notices the clubs bouncer looking at them a little too intently, he does step in.

“Hey, I’m really sorry, I’ve clearly fucked things up for you two and I don’t want to make it worse. Maybe you guys want to talk somewhere without a big scary guy a few dozen yards away…?”

Jack glares literal daggers at him and it hurts his heart, so far to the opposite of the gentleness he’d gotten before when he was crying and tired and he hates that he’ll probably never get that, or Michael’s warm hands and soft smile, ever again, but he can curl up and cry into some ice cream later, when they’re not at risk of getting bounced because he was selfish and stupid.

Jack is a hypocritical asshole and he knows it, but knowing your husband is sneaking around while you do the same is entirely different than seeing him sneaking around. Sure, he was coming here to meet Danny in person, but Robby's clearly familiar enough to be smoking outside with him.

Kind of a weird day. Had a customer offer to pay me for a blow job.

He's got no proof, but he knows it was Robby. And what's wrong with his mouth? He's made Robby see god and now he's trying to replicate that with a stripper? Not just any stripper, his camboy.

"It's not–"

"I swear to god Michael Robinavitch if you say 'it's not what it looks like’ I'll fucking kill you."

"Okay, it is but listen– it's just… touch, lap dances, sometimes a hand job. I'm not–"

"Not cheating on me? Asking to get your dick sucked?"

Robby's eyes narrow at him. "My... how did you know that? Did you two set this up?"

And now it's Jack's turn to get caught, some of the wind flowing out of his sails. "No, Danny– I know him, too. He's a camboy, and we... text."

"Text?"

"Yes, Robby, text, at least I'm not touching him!"

And then they start yelling about the types of cheating. Emotional versus physical. Until Danny interrupts.

Jack doesn't mean to glare, but he's not exactly in a normal headspace right now, and regret settles instantly in his gut when he sees the hurt flash across Danny's face.

Fuck. Fuck and shit.

"Fuck, kid. I'm sorry. None of this is on you, not really." Robby looks pissy too but they're both grown and mature enough to know that Danny is a mostly innocent bystander just trying to pay bills. It's not his fault. "Why don't you go back inside, okay?"

Danny looks stuck but eventually he goes, eyes lingering on the both for just a moment before the door closes.

Robby goes to open his mouth and Jack holds up a hand. "Listen, we both fucked up. Somehow with the same kid, but he's not to blame. Go, finish your night, pay him what he's owed, and then... we'll talk when you're home."

"You came here to see him." Jack nods, yeah hypocrite, maybe he deserves this. He's going to lose his husband and the fucking guy he's got a crush on. Fuck, a crush in his 50s, what is his life. Robby sighs, some of the color back on his cheeks. He looks- guilty, angry, hurt, but also curious. "Listen we do need to talk, a lot, but… you could still see him."

"What?"

"What, Jack, I'm just- I'm throwing something at the wall."

Jack looks back at his car, then to Robby, then to the door where the bouncer is still looking at them. "I don't think they'll let us inside."

"Doesn't hurt to try."

Dennis makes his way back inside like he’s being led to the gallows. Some of the older women who have always done a good job of keeping an eye on him and showing him the ropes immediately realize something’s wrong and pull him aside, making him drink water and rubbing his shoulders. It’s very sweet, but he’s not going to rally at this point in the night. He hopes Jack and… Robby? have had enough time to sort their shit and decide they’re going home to finish their conversation so he doesn’t have to see them again in the parking lot.

He does a quick change into comfier street clothes and grabs his bag, doesn’t even bother washing his makeup off or fucking with his packer and slips back outside, trying to light a cigarette with shaky hands when he hears the unfortunate sound of a familiar voice arguing with the bouncer.

He sighs and shoves his cigarettes and lighter back into his hoodie pocket and walks over, refusing to look either of them in the eye.

“They’re fine, Kev. You can let them in if they want to. I’m going home though. Laney’s handling my tip-out.”

Kevin doesn’t look entirely convinced but relaxes some and steps to the side, giving them the option.

Dennis wants to keep walking but feels frozen. He doesn’t want to be an affair. He doesn’t want to ruin a marriage. But he also doesn’t want to lose both men he’d been slowly getting closer to in the same night either.

Jack has no idea what's going on in Robby's head when he suggests going inside to watch the other's affair partner but at this point even he doesn't really know what to do. As predicted, the bouncer isn't keen to let them in. Robby tries to argue, Jack just stands there annoyed, until Danny comes over, dressed to leave, telling Kevin to let them in.

"No, it's fine," Jack waves his hand. "We were only going to go in for you. If you're leaving, we'll just go home."

Robby doesn't have an argument to that, his husband's plans falling apart before they ever really started. Besides, it's nothing Jack hasn't seen, in fact, Robby might be the one touching Danny but if he's just coming to the club… Jack has seen inside of him and Robby has only ever seen some nipple. It would almost be funny, if not for the circumstances they were in.

He hesitates, playing his hand far too early and in front of Robby and this stranger. "Make sure to eat something, being upset and hungry isn't good for you."

Dennis doesn’t know what their plan was, coming back inside together, and he honestly isn’t entirely sure he wants to know. Either they were coming in to argue more with him as a witness, or to tell him in person they both never want to see him again because he ruined their marriage, or they decided to sit through what would surely be the most awkward pole routine in the fucking universe, he doesn’t know but none of the options sound great, so he’s glad he dipped when he did.

It does suck losing most of the money he made to make sure he didn’t short anyone accidentally, but it’s fine. He just gave Laney everything Robby gave him to dole out at the end of the night and kept tips from anyone else to assuage some of the guilt.

He’s not mad at them or anything, honestly probably the vast majority of his clients are having some level of affair and he’s made his peace with that, it’s kind of just part of the job, but he’s never been faced with it so directly, never had what he hates to admit is feelings involved on his end too. He’s mad at himself for being stupid and reckless and breaking literally every rule he was taught getting into the industry.

It’s going to suck trying to find new regulars to make up for the hit his income is going to take losing both of his individual biggest spenders but he’ll figure it out, and it’s not like they’re his only clients. He got where he is the first time, he can do it again, and there’s enough in his savings account right now if something happens he’ll be ok for a little bit, it’s just going to be another year without school. Maybe he’ll look into some of his private video requests with kinks that squick him out. If he needs the money badly enough he can put his pride aside for twenty minutes.

And then Jack tells him to eat something like there’s still any sort of authority there and his heart does a stupid little hopeful flutter he very quickly squashes down as far as he can get it. Gets a little mean to protect himself more than anything.

He doesn’t want to be mean, but he’s the youngest of four and for most of his life was the only girl. He knows how to end something before it really starts.

“I don’t think you get to tell me what to do anymore.”

He hates himself the second it’s out of his mouth, he doesn’t even look at Jack, just curling in tighter on himself like his jacket might absorb him completely and save him from this interaction. The worst part is he doesn’t even sound angry to himself. Just sad.

“Danny…” Jack sounds sad too.

He shakes his head. “I wish you both the best, I’m sorry I caused any trouble.”

I don’t think you get to tell me what to do anymore, hurts like a bullet in the fucking chest, and Jack feels like he's bleeding out all over this shitty fucking parking lot right there in front of god and the world. Danny is right, sure, but he thought– what did he think? He hasn’t even talked to Robby but there's no way he ever sees the boy again, this isn't just something he and Robby will just be okay with, right?

God he feels like a mess and he's more than a little surprised when Robby puts his hand on his lower back. They betrayed each other but apparently there's still enough love for his husband to notice that he's hurting and offer some support.

"You didn't cause any trouble," Robby speaks for him. "Get home safe, Danny."

And then he's being led away, pushed by that same hand. He doesn't stumble, not on the outside, but Jack feels like he's falling to pieces as Danny turns away and starts walking down the street.

"Robby–"

"Are you okay to drive, or are we leaving your car here?"

Jack's head is swimming but very suddenly that's not okay and he shakes his head to refocus, inhaling deeply. The last thing he wants is to be trapped in the passenger seat with Robby driving right now. He doesn't want to feel like he can't escape, and he doesn't want to fight in the car. "I can drive, I am fine."

Robby doesn't look like he fully believes him, but removes his hand leaving Jack feeling cold. "Then I will see you at home."

The drive passes in a blink, Jack doesn't remember a second of it, but Robby beats him home and he pulls on his big boy pants and heads inside, ready to see the end of his marriage.

They talk, they yell, and in the end no decision is made, but... turns out under all the betrayal and hurt, they both wanted what the other had. Robby wants more than just touch with Danny but was denying himself both a physical and emotional affair, and Jack might have had Danny's affections over the phone, but he didn't get the physical connection.

"Do you love him?" Robby asks him and Jack shakes his head.

"No. No, but I could, and that's– I haven't felt this way towards someone since I met you and that scares me."

Robby looks a little devastated by that, but also resigned. "I think... I could feel the same if I had let myself."

"So what now?"

Neither of them know, but they do know that they want to talk to Danny, at least, because if he wants them gone, they're gone. But if he doesn't, even if it's just for their money… they never discuss it directly but there's a weird hopeful tinge in the air, something neither of them are willing to ask, to breach that contract that they signed when they said their vows. But it's there.

If you want him, and I want him... then maybe we can have him.

The rest of the week is quiet.

Dennis does his usual Wednesday stream even though he really just wants to mope and binge comfort movies on his couch. He needs the money though, so he does what he does best. It’s a shorter one, more simple, and he films everything from behind so the audience can see both his holes and not his tired, pouting face, and he can’t see if Jack is or isn’t in the viewer pool.

Thursday he’s back at the club and the other dancers are extra sweet to him. One of the bartenders is an angel and any time someone buys him a shot she just gives him water and he fakes a grimace pretending it’s vodka so he’s not sad and drunk on the poles.

Friday the lighting is nice in his kitchen so he takes some cute photos in a frilly little apron pretending to bake a cake but really he’s just smearing flour all over the place and moving a store bought cake to one of his pans, then eating an embarrassingly large portion of said cake for comfort while he edits photos of him with icing smeared around his mouth and a rolling pin in his pussy

Saturday he’s back at the club and it’s weird not having Mic– Robby there as a reprieve from the overly handsy, already drunk weekend crowd. Robby’s usual chair is occupied by some other man and Dennis doesn’t bother trying his luck. He’s more of a novelty, the other dancers are mostly women, and he can’t handle rejection right now so he just waits for people to come to him first and sticks to the poles.

Sunday is his “off” day, no streams or dancing, just laundry and sometimes he’ll call his mom for a bit, but he doesn’t have anything he wants to tell her about and he’s not ready to hear what needs fixing or replacing before spring quite yet so he mostly just wallows.

Wallows right up until his phone buzzes and he looks down expecting literally anything else but a notification from Jack that just says “can we talk?”

Jack's had easier conversations in the middle of a firefight with drying blood on his hands and dead soldiers at his feet. But it has to happen, and even his lovely, wonderfully, emotionally stunted, stubbornly anti-communication, and avoidant husband knows that, too. Robby initiates the conversations they need to have but then it feels like pulling teeth for them both.

But the main focus is that neither one of them wants a divorce, but neither one of them wants to stop seeing Danny.

And if he wants them, if he is okay with it, then they don't have to.

Jack asks about more than just going back to watching or touching and Robby doesn't have an answer. Jack doesn't either. Do they want to try and date him, does Danny want them for more than their wallets?

"At least if he rejects us, we can find solace in each other." Robby had smacked him on the arm for that comment, but looked a little too fond considering the topic of conversation is their mutual affair.

Robby tells him to send a text, that it's nicer than bumrushing him at work, and Jack agrees. He sends the text, half expecting to be blocked, and not at all ready for when he looks and sees the little 'read' marker at the bottom of what he sent.

Danny responds with a "what is there to talk about" which is fair, but still hurtful. Jack just sends back "please" and waits.

They'll either get a "fuck off" and a blatant rejection or his phone will ring. He feels like he did on the bus to basic, nervous, scared, and uncertain of what comes next knowing nothing about it is in his hands anymore.

Dennis glares at his phone like it’s going to come alive and bite him for a long time. Finally, he musters up the courage to hit the call button. Not a video call, just regular. He doesn’t want them to see his face when they confirm that they never want to see him again and it was a mistake to pretend to care about him.

He doesn’t even say hello when the call gets picked up. Just waits for the inevitability of heartbreak. They’re older, probably care about doing it “right” and giving him “closure”.

“Danny?” Jack's voice is soft and it makes him want to throw up again.

“I’m here.”

“We wanted to apologize for the other night, we shouldn’t have fought at your workplace and affected your shift.”

Oh. That’s… nicer than he expected. And he picks up on the “we” and the sound of someone else breathing near Jack. There’s some distant background noise. He’s probably on speaker so they can both hear him.

He shrugs even though they can’t see him. “It’s okay.” He wasn’t upset about that really, but it’s nice that they acknowledged the fuck up.

“We also wanted to talk to you about… us.” There’s an awkward pause, some shuffling, a sigh he can’t tell who it comes from. “About us still seeing you. Maybe even… together?”

Dennis frowns, not sure he heard that right. “What, like you both come to the club, or watch my streams together?”

It’s not Jack that answers, but Robby. “For starters, yes. But we both… we both like you, kid. And I think you know it’s a little more than traditional client relations.”

Jack tacks on in agreement. “That was most of what we were fighting about. Not that we were getting off to you, but that there were feelings involved.”

Feelings.

Dennis feels his breath catch and buries his face in the pillow he was holding in his lap. God he’s fucking stupid for even thinking about entertaining this. He’s going to get his heart broken.

“I… I mean… I’m not going to stop you from coming to the club or watching me. I don’t know about the rest of it but… I’m not… I’m not against it. But I don’t want to feel like an affair.”

They agree to start with an apology. It's not Danny's fault they both cheated in some way, it wasn't his responsibility to make sure they weren't in relationships, especially not with each other, and it was massively rude to fight at his work and force him to go home early and affect his income.

Danny says “it's okay”, and Jack has to stop himself from going "no, it's not okay, you can forgive us, but we were wrong" and instead lets Robby hit the next point. The option of maybe seeing Danny together.

That gets misconstrued, which is understandable, and Jack corrects it.

"No, Danny, not like that. We are asking to see you as a part of our marriage."

The boy makes a little noise that's barely picked up by the microphone. "I don't know what that means."

Robby cuts in. "We want to try and date you. Take you out somewhere nice and learn who you are outside of the stage and screen. Jack's got a crush and I like you more than I should. But we want the option to be yours. You're young, and have a whole life ahead of you. If you don't want to see us outside of what you have, then we'll leave it at that. We don't intend to stop seeing you, supporting you, but there's no more secrets. Unless you tell us to go, we're not going. Jack will still watch your streams, I'll still come to the club, but there's no more hiding."

A slight pause, letting Danny digest, and then Jack rounds it out.

"But if you want to see us more, have someone to take you home when you're done dancing, or to help with your drops after a stream... we're offering that. More. Feelings."

Maybe Dennis got hit by a bus on his way home and this is his coma dream.

Maybe one of them is his doctor. Maybe they both are, since they’re married they probably work at the same hospital. And this is just his coma brain interpreting signals.

It’s gotta be something like that. It can’t actually be that this is happening the way he thinks it is. There’s no way. Things like this don’t just work out. They end in messy divorces with the sad little outsider taking the brunt of the blame when all he wanted was to be able to afford to go to college someday and help his family farm. God he really is a walking cliche isn’t he?

He can’t make himself say yes. Too convinced it’s a trap or that he’ll sound too eager and scare them away.

Because he does want that. He likes them both. He likes the way Jack takes care of him, bosses him around in a way that feels like affection and throws praise like confetti. He likes the way Robby is always a warm and steady hand, scaring away creeps and making him laugh. And he likes the way even now they’re not developing some sort of savior complex, wanting him to stop sex work as a whole just because there’s feelings on the board now.

He wants to see how they are together. How he fits into it.

But he’s so fucking scared of getting hurt. This was already bad when they were just customers he liked. It’ll be so, so much worse if he lets himself get even more attached.

Still…

“It’s Dennis. If… if we’re gonna try this. You should know my actual name.”

Dennis.

Jack looks over at Robby who looks equally shocked but also like he feels stupid for thinking that Danny was this kid's real name. Of course it wasn't, obviously that would be stupid and dumb and who the hell would use their real name? Jack feels exactly the same.

"Dennis," he tests it out, seeing how it feels in his mouth, and finds that he likes it. "That's a nice name. Unfortunately neither of us was smart enough to use a pseudo like you. I'm still Jack, and Robby, or Michael, is still both of those things." Even if no one in the world calls him by his first name.

Robby rolls his eyes, because he did technically use a name not associated with him. "Take some time, see how you feel. If it's a no, then it's a no, and nothing really changes unless you choose to change it."

Jack and him aren't going to keep secrets anymore, they agreed to it. Any other straying, sex workers, cam boys, anything, and it's done. But Dan– Dennis has charmed them both and really it's only because it was the same boy that Robby thinks it could possibly have gone the way it did. He still loves Jack, and Jack still loves him, and what better thing to do than try and care for someone else together?

Dennis sniffles and smiles. “I know. Your business card was really easy to pick out of the pile.”

He likes hearing his name in Jack’s mouth. His actual name. The one he chose himself.

They chat for a little bit longer and it’s actually really nice. He laughs again, and it sounds like Robby and Jack are both a little happier too. A little more stable. Whatever talks they’ve had this week must have done them well.

“I have a stream scheduled tomorrow evening already but… maybe afterwards we could get dinner and talk some more in person? I know you’re both doctors, but I don’t know your schedules or anything so it’ll be easier for me to move plans around than you guys.”

Jack and Robby find themselves smiling, laughing, a far cry from where they were when Jack showed up at the club. It's nice, and relieves some of the pressure on Jack's chest when Dennis joins them in their joy.

"I will text you our schedules and we can figure it out. Worst case someone can be 'sick'. God knows we could both use some time off."

Robby pinches his hip and Jack smiles at him fondly. There's too much hope in the air right now, that maybe this could actually work. That they're not all just fooling themselves and that really this is all just going to end in tragedy. But it's been a long time since he and Robby had something new, something to look forward to, and sure it kind of feels like a 'let's have a baby to save the marriage' but it's 'let's stuff a twink full on both ends to save our marriage' instead.

They plan it. Robby wants to go all out, fanciest place in town, anniversary dinner kind of thing. Jack thinks that might overwhelm Dennis. He suggests a nicer steakhouse instead, no reservation needed but still very nice, and Robby begrudgingly agrees.

It's been over a decade since either of them has gone on a first date, but it should be nice. As long as Dennis doesn't get mistaken for their son.

It ends up being the following Wednesday before they can all meet, and Dennis is simultaneously on cloud nine and nauseous as fuck with nerves. He apologizes to his viewers for having to cut his stream short, but he doesn’t want to go all out and end up sore and tired afterwards. He posts two photo sets to make up for it and chuckles to himself when Jack is the first person to heart react them.

They pick him up from his apartment in Jack’s car, a sleek black sedan that probably cost more per month than Dennis’ apartment, and he already feels a little out of place as he slips into the back seat.

He’s dressed as nice as he can, slacks and a button-up and a pair of loafers that are only a little scuffed, but he feels like he’s going to stick out as trailer trash forever, especially next to two put-together older doctors.

But they both turn back to smile at him, and they hold hands over the gear shift during part of the drive, so at least he doesn’t have to worry that their marriage is still on the rocks because of him.

At the restaurant he feels overwhelmed all over again. In the car there was the barrier of the seats but now that they’re sitting around a round table it’s all equal footing, and he’s never eaten at a place this nice for a regular dinner. It’s the kind of place his family would go maybe once a year for a birthday or big accomplishment since they’d have to drive into town and save up for it.

But conversation is nice, and by the time he’s done with his salad course Dennis is much more relaxed. He opens up a bit more throughout the meal, about his hobbies and interests, about growing up in Nebraska, about his theology undergrad and his dream of going back and finishing med school.

And in turn he gets to hear about how Robby and Jack met, Jack’s military history, Robby’s love of music festivals, how their own residencies went. He had no idea Jack was missing a leg or that Robby was Jewish, and it’s really nice to get to meet the actual men behind the wallet. He hopes they feel the same about him, that he’s not ruining the magic or whatever by showing them how much of a farmboy dork he is.

He can tell the waiter is definitely trying to figure out if he’s their son or an escort, maybe a make-a-wish kid, but it’s not embarrassing for some reason. He thinks it’s hilarious. Especially when Jack takes his hand and kisses his knuckles at one point.

And the food is really fucking good. He wants to live inside his baked potato forever. Robby makes a comment about needing to feed him more often if he’s always so appreciative of it and Dennis realizes he moaned at the table and blushes like a fucking tomato.

Jack “saves” him by mentioning Dennis is always a good boy and eats when he’s told and it just makes it worse.

“You two are playing dirty,” he whines, hiding behind his glass of some fancy red blend he can’t pronounce but Jack recommended.

Dennis looks lovely, Jack thinks, even if it's clear he feels underdressed. That doesn't bother him, and it certainly doesn't bother Robby, not when his cheeks are a little pink and he looks adorable in the rearview mirror.

They've frequented this place a few times, enough that having a third face gets a few looks, and he can see some of the other tables doing mental math. Let them look, he settles on, they're just jealous of the pretty thing he and Robby have the attention of.

It's a nice meal and Dennis slowly opens up like a blooming flower, sprinkling details of his life throughout the conversation and allowing them the privilege of peeking behind the curtain. The things he says makes sense, and while a little stereotypical they're not bad reasons. Family to support, can't afford school. He bites his lip to keep himself from offering to pay for it, knowing Robby is thinking something similar but rightly keeps his mouth shut as well.

Dennis isn't a charity case and offering would be not only rude but offensive. But damn is the offer on the tip of his tongue before he covers it with a mushroom smothered steak.

Dennis also doesn't seem upset or disgusted by the leg thing, not that Jack has had to care about that in a long time, but some people are weird about it, and he doesn't see any of that on Dennis' face. And there's no hint of antisemitism in the air even when Dennis mentions his undergrad studies.

Which only makes it easier to tease, to flirt, to relax and feel more comfortable with what they've opened themselves up to.

Robby mentions the pretty blush and Jack grins. "Playing dirty? No sweetheart, we're just being honest. Dirty is what we'd like to do to you behind closed doors."

Dennis chokes on the wine and Robby hands him one of the fancy napkins to dab at his chin. "Careful, that's good wine you're wasting. Although it's quite the pretty picture you make choking like that."

Before Dennis can respond the waiter arrives again, toting a dessert menu. They both look at Dennis, seeing if there's anything he'd like, or if the potatoes were enough to satisfy him.

They both look at him like sharks smelling blood and Dennis just blinks owlishly, getting out a very elegant “uhh” before shaking his head no. He already doesn’t want to know what the bill looks like and his mother would appear out of thin air to smack him for ordering so much nice food on someone else’s dime.

It’s different when Jack chooses to tip him extra with a note about ordering dinner and taking a bubble bath, or Robby decides that last lap dance was especially sexy and says goodbye with a few extra twenties. He works for that money, earns it fair and square. This isn’t work, at least he hopes it’s not.

But they don’t seem disappointed in him for saying no, so he relaxes a hair when the waiter steps away and it’s just the three of them again.

He finishes his wine, because it is really good wine, listening to Robby and Jack playfully bicker over who gets to pay for dinner before settling on Jack’s card getting put down but Robby leaving cash as the tip. It’s cute. He likes how in love they are now that they’re not fighting.

As they leave, Jack’s hand rests on his lower back again and it’s warm through his shirt. He loves the subtle guidance as they navigate the crowd at the entrance and in the parking lot to the valet stand. While they wait for the car, Robby intentionally stands in a way that blocks Dennis from most of the crowd, protective or maybe possessive. He doesn’t even think Robby realizes he’s doing it and that just makes it hotter.

Like this he’s suddenly aware of how much taller than him they both are, Robby even moreso. It makes him feel small in a way that makes his pussy clench.

Which. Actually…

Shit.

Robby doesn’t know. The club doesn’t allow full nudity and he doesn’t think Robby’s ever seen his content. Maybe now that he knows Jack watches but… he should be prepared for that. He doesn’t think it’ll be a problem but…

He must visibly get nervous because suddenly the hand on his back is sliding over to his side, pulling him in tighter so Jack can whisper in his ear and ask if he’s okay.

Dennis nods but knows he’s kind of thousand-yard staring until he gets into the backseat again.

They’re barely out of the parking lot before Dennis cracks, embarrassed at the way his voice squeaks a bit.

“Um. I don’t know what the after plan is for tonight. If it’s just a date and you’re taking me home that’s totally fine, but if there was more on the table… I dont- um. I’m trans?” He’s not sure why it sounds like a question and it just embarrasses him further.

Jack looks back at him confused. He knows. He’s seen Dennis’s pussy spread open on all variety of things.

He’s not the one Dennis is worried about.

“I wear a packer at the club. Robby, if that’s an issue I understand I just wanted to be honest.” He’ll understand but he’ll be heartbroken. It’s one of the harder parts about dating. Always worrying about whether someone either won’t be accepting, or will be too accepting and just want him as a novelty or a fetish or worse.

Maybe he should have waited until they were closer to his apartment before saying anything.

Jack isn't sure what sets Dennis off but between leaving a hefty tip on the dinner check and making it to the car, he's starting to look nervous, then downright sick. He hopes it wasn't the food, what would their luck be that their first time treating Dennis ends with the poor boy hunched over a toilet throwing up?

It doesn't get better inside the car and Jack is about to ask if he needs anything when he blurts out a fact that Jack already knew.

Robby shoots him a look that tells him that Dennis is maybe actually a little stupid and Jack tips his head to tell him to take over. His husband turns to look over his shoulder, making eye contact with Dennis as Jack half observes the rearview and the road.

"Dennis, baby, I'm a doctor. I've seen your surgery scars. You literally wear mesh tops. I'm not blind nor am I stupid. Thank you for telling me, but you don't need to worry. Okay? Also, Jack maybe showed me some of his favorite things, including the toy he bought you and the copy of the Facetime you two shared." He waits until Dennis nods, maybe okay with that, maybe just a little shell shocked, before he turns back around.

"As for the plans," Jack cuts in. "That's up to you. I can take you back to your place, you can come home with us for dessert, you can come back for actual dessert, or I can take you somewhere else. There's no pressure here, okay? It can just be a nice dinner."

“Oh.”

Yeah. Okay. Maybe he should have thought about that. The average patron can’t tell, either assumes he’s had some other medical procedure or with the dim lighting just thinks it’s definition under his pecs. The scarring is pretty minimal, he didn’t have a lot going on before he transitioned anyways. But Robby is in fact a doctor, and very frequently has hands on him.

He slumps a bit into the very nice hand stitched leather seat and fiddles with his seatbelt.

“Well, if you can forgive me for being a little dumb, I think I'd like to go back to your place?”

He doesn’t know what’s going to happen, how far they want to go on the first date, if he’s maybe making a fool of himself yet again. But it’s not like they’ll look down on him for being a whore, considering the fact that he is a whore and that’s why they like him.

He also still remembers Robby’s reaction to Dennis saying he’d never given a blowjob before and maybe wants to finally take him up on that offer, now that it won’t be playing pretend.

Jack and Robby both laugh. soft and not mean at all. If either of them had known that that was weighing on Dennis they would have already addressed it and allowed that to no longer be a point of concern. But, they hope they have alleviated his fears and worries.

"You're forgiven," Robby offers him. "Although maybe I think it's cute when you're a little dumb."

The rest of the drive back is nice, the radio turned up just a bit but minimal conversation. There's not a ton of traffic, enough to be annoying but not enough to instill rage in anyone, and before too long at all Jack is putting the car in park and ordering Dennis to "stay put" until he can get out and get the door for him. Chivalry is not dead, and with all the things Jack wants to do to the boy sheepishly climbing out of the car, perhaps he's preemptively making up for it now.

Jack is proud of their home, it's warm and cozy, and a home more than a house, even if he and Robby don't spend too much time here with work.

"Make yourself at home, I'm going to pour us a few drinks. You seemed to like the wine, we have some."

Dennis is a little overwhelmed when they get to the house. It’s not crazy but he’s lived in Pittsburgh for a while. He knows the average costs of housing. The fact that they have a fenced in front yard and a two car garage in city limits is wild.

But it’s homey and warm, well decorated. There’s photos of them on vacations and at special events on the walls, little trinkets decorating flat surfaces. A nice tv over the fireplace, a kitchen with a big island, soft looking blankets on the back of the couch and armchairs. There’s a cat tree in the corner covered in long white fur and his eyes light up.

“You guys have a cat?”

Robby groans and Jack grins as he comes back with the aforementioned wine.

“No, Jack has a cat. I have a mortal enemy.”

“Her name is Arwen and she’s a perfect little angel, listen to nothing he says about my baby.”

Sure enough, a solid white Persian trots out of the dining room and rubs up against Jack, covering his pant legs in her fur. She glares and hisses at Robby, gives Dennis a sniff, and then hops up onto her tree to play with a little jingly mouse.

Cautious, Dennis walks over and holds a hand out for her. She deems it acceptable and rubs against his fingers so he gently scritches under her chin until she melts a bit and purrs. He turns to beam at them and Jack is delighted, Robby looks betrayed.

“She’s beautiful. We just had barn cats but they always seemed to like me.”

“Great, two against one in my own house”. Robby sounds pissed but he can’t fully keep the smile off his face and Dennis relaxes a little more.

Jack encourages Dennis to take a seat on the couch and sets his glass on a coaster on a very nice coffee table for him, and both Jack and Robby sit down on either side of him, Jack with his own wine and a beer for Robby.

Dennis swallows, realizing he’s surrounded and enjoying it. He doesn’t know how fast they want or expect anything to go but even just this, being invited in is so much better than he would have expected.

Jack is delighted that Arwen, his sweet, perfect, precious baby has taken a liking to Dennis. She's never really liked Robby, but aside from some hissing and the one time she pissed on his pillow, she's never done anything to him. No scratching or biting, but Dennis doesn't deserve any of that, so he's more than happy when she seems at least neutral at his presence.

Dennis takes the wine with a soft thank you, and then he's bracketed on both sides by two men damn near double his age, not looking afraid at all.

Robby is the first to touch, just a hand on Denni's knee, and that makes sense, he has touched before. The kid jumps a little and looks at him with slightly too wide eyes.

"You're in charge here, for how far this goes," Robby squeezes his knee. "But I think Jack here has missed out on getting to touch you. And you know what I want." Dennis licks his lips and Robby nods. "Attaboy, knew you were smart. But we can also just turn on the tv, take a night, or two, or ten, to just exist."

“I want you both to touch me,” Dennis says without hesitation and lets his legs spread a little unconsciously as he adjusts in his seat, giving them both a thigh. “I’ve wanted you both to touch me for a long time. Um. Is kissing allowed, though?”

He’s never done this before. He doesn’t know what’s normal or expected. But part of why he wanted this was that softness. The aftercare. Someone to tell him he did a good job and bundle him up in a warm blanket and bring him water.

He wants it to feel real. Separate from work.

He likes his jobs, but sometimes having to be the one to do the work and the cleanup and the comfort afterwards all alone sucks.

Jack looks at Robby over the top of Dennis' head, a silent conversation happening in the span of a few milliseconds. It's an ask and an answer all in one, a response to both the statement of desire and the question asked. Dennis likes his softness, and Robby is approving.

Instead of answering him verbally, Jack reaches out to get a hand on Dennis' cheek, turning his head towards himself and away from the spot on the wall the boy has been looking at.

He answers the question with a kiss, leaning in to capture Dennis' mouth, licking against the seam of his lips until they part. Jack licks the wine taste out of his mouth, his other hand settling against Dennis' lower back, laying over Robby's.

When the kiss breaks, Jack smiles at him, noting the dazed look on Dennis' face, and then turns him to Robby who leans down and does the same. Jack watches them kiss with both a warmth and a fondness in his chest.

His boys.

Dennis gets kissed like he’s something precious and desirable and he melts into it. And then he gets turned and kissed again. It’s so wonderful. If literally nothing else happens tonight he’ll be happy.

He didn’t realize how touch starved he was until now. Sure, he gets hands on him at the club sometimes but it’s all an act. That’s Danny getting groped.

This is real. It’s for Dennis. Not his stage persona. Not for the camera. For him. The actual person.

He wants to touch back. He hopes it’s okay. He doesn’t get to do that at the club. Too much touch makes it no longer just a dance and can get him in trouble. He pushes it a little sometimes touching Robby in the private lounge but for most lap dance customers his hands stay on his own body.

Carefully, he reaches out to rub Robby’s chest like he always does. He doesn’t get scolded, so he gets a little more brave with it, more groping than just cautious petting. Robby makes a low, pleased noise and pulls Dennis in closer, until he’s in Robby’s lap, a familiar and comfortable position.

Behind him he senses Jack stand, setting their glasses further away to avoid knocking them down, and then crowds in against Dennis’ back, kissing the back of his neck and resting big hands on his hips, encouraging him to start up a slow grind.

“I can see why you get so many lap dances from him, he’s pretty like this”. Jack’s speaking to Robby but his lips are right against Dennis’ skin, he can feel the heat of his breath against the nape of his neck and it makes him shiver.

Dennis whines. He likes being called pretty. He likes feeling trapped between them. The only thing he doesn’t like is the fact that he only has one mouth so he can’t kiss them both at the same time.

Robby pushes into Dennis' touch, encouraging it even as he claims his mouth, ravenous for it. For months he's been seeing Dennis, but never did he kiss. Never did he really caress. Touch, sure. Grope, absolutely. But this? Never.

As soon as Dennis climbs into his lap, his hands go to the underside of the boy's thighs, tugging him closer, grinding up into him like he's done before, but this time it's with intention, it's real. Jack takes a spot behind Dennis, trapping the boy between them once more, hands on his hips pushing him deliciously into Robby's cock, already hard, conditioned to this position and Dennis himself.

"Isn't he?" Robby agrees, leaning past Dennis' ear to kiss Jack, nipping at his lower lip because he knows it makes Jack a little wild. As expected, his eyes are darker when Robby lets go, and he takes it out on Dennis, hands slipping up under his shirt to move up. Dennis squeaks when Jack teases at his nipples, but he can't go forwards or backwards, he can only take it.

Robby leans forward to kiss him again, fucking his tongue into Dennis' mouth, swallowing down his moans and whimpers as Jack pinches and pulls.

"God you're squirmy," Jack notes as Robby continues to taste the inside of Dennis' mouth. "It's harder to stay still when it's someone else, isn't it sweetheart? Nothing like being by yourself behind a camera."

Dennis whines in response to Jack’s question and the mean way his nipples are handled, rough pinching and rolling making him writhe in Robby’s lap. It’s not an unfamiliar position but these pants aren’t great for it and he’s never had someone else behind him, let alone teasing him like this.

He has to break the kiss to catch his breath and he uses the opportunity to respond properly, tipping his head back to see Jack even though it exposes the column of his throat to Robby’s mouth and teeth. “S’different but I like it, more intense. Feels good.”

If he’s already this squirmy and sensitive it’s going to be hell when they’re touching him.

When Jack finally releases his nipples, Dennis sits up in Robby’s lap, throwing him the biggest puppy dog eyes he can manage. “Can I suck you off, please?”

He hasn’t stopped thinking about it since Robby first offered and now the opportunity’s presented itself for real. He wants to offer it to them both but…Robby technically asked first.

Jack enjoys teasing, touching, seeing what he can do to get the biggest and most intense reaction. He's a fan of pushing buttons to the point of overstimulation, and he knows just how pretty Dennis gets when he's 4 orgasms deep, sobbing and panting for a break that isn't coming.

And Dennis reacts beautifully, unable to anticipate what Jack is going to do when normally he's used to knowing exactly what's coming. He sets the prices after all.

He does take mercy eventually, not wanting to overdo it, knowing that Dennis can get super sensitive and not wanting to spoil their fun before it's even really begun.

Jack does curse lowly under his breath though when the kid gets a burst of confidence, offering up his mouth.

Robby groans as his response, looking up for his own permission, and Jack nods once. Of course.

"Yeah baby," Robby offers. "Go on."

Dennis scrambles off of Robby's lap but before he can drop to his knees Jack spins him around and yanks him into a filthy kiss. It's all tongue and teeth, meant to overwhelm, to consume. Dennis' hands fly to his shoulders, holding on and Jack just presses in deeper, grinding himself against the boy's hip before pulling away.

Dennis sways in place for a moment, mouth wet, and Jack simply spins him around and presses on his shoulder with a firm hand until he's dropping to the floor between Robby's legs.

"Good boy," he praises. "Go on now, show Robby how good you are with that pretty mouth."

Dennis blushes at Jack’s order and reminds them both he’s never done this to another real person before, just toys and his own fingers. He’s going to do his best but he doesn’t want to set any sort of expectation.

Jack looks borderline feral at the new information and Robby groans between clenched teeth at the reminder, spreading his legs to give Dennis plenty of room to get between.

Dennis knows he’s going to turn into a drooling mess even without much experience so the first thing he does is unbutton his shirt and slip it off completely. He doesn’t draw it out or do it extra sexy, he isn’t stripping right now, he just wants it off and quickly.

It’s the first time Robby’s seen his chest completely bare and the older man reaches out to touch as well, taking advantage of the fact that his husband already got Dennis’ nipples hard and extra sensitive.

When Dennis is released from his delicious torment he slides in closer, eye level with Robby’s crotch. Robby doesn’t help on purpose, makes him undo Robby’s fly and belt and pull him free all on his own. He just gets a hand on the back of his head. Not forcing, not pushing. Just cradling.

When Robby’s cock springs free, Dennis is enamored and he has no fucking clue what he did to deserve this but Robby’s just as well hung as his husband.

He makes a few tentative licks, spreading his own saliva around to get to slick it up some, same he does for toys that go in his mouth, and then he’s sucking the head in and moaning around it at the salty, musky taste.

Jack had never considered that there was something Dennis hadn't done before. For some reason his brain was stuck on the things he had seen, and never processed the idea that perhaps his experiences were with silicone and metal, not flesh and blood. He's far too interested in that idea, on him and Robby being some of his firsts. He can't wait to see his favorite boy suck cock for the first time.

He makes sure he's in a good place to watch, down on one knee besides Dennis as he finally takes the head of Robby's cock in his mouth. He sets a hand on the back of his neck, not pushing or pulling, just there. A reminder, but not a threat.

"There you go, doesn't his cock feel good in your mouth?" Dennis hums, and Robby curses low under his breath. "Take a little more, good job baby."

Dennis does very well, teeth out of the way, enthusiastic. What he loses in experience he makes up more than in gusto. It's similar to a dildo, of course, and Dennis adapts well to the changes. Robby's got the filthy praise down while Jack slowly helps Dennis learn his bobbing pattern, he pushes him forward and pulls him back slowly, so he doesn't try too much all at once, but not giving him a break to swallow so the spit starts to pool and then trail down his chin.

"I love when you're messy, sweetheart. Doing so good. You can go deeper, just like that, perfect."

Dennis is endlessly grateful for Jack, showing him the best way to please his husband. Robby’s cock feels incredible in his mouth, warm and somehow soft and hard at the same time, like silk wrapped over iron. He’s drooling like a dog but they both seem to like it so he doesn’t let it embarrass him.

He moans as both of them praise him for every bit of effort he puts in. He gets a lot of comments about how pretty he is, how well he takes things, but this is different. He’s not doing it for an audience, well, just an audience of two, genuinely trying to please them rather than hoping they like what he’s choosing to do for himself. It feels like it’s worth more, and makes his heart, and cunt, warm.

His gag reflex is pretty well tamed from a combination of practicing on toys and getting his tonsils out as a teenager, so before long he’s got his nose buried in wiry, salt and pepper curls. Jack keeps his hand in Dennis’s hair but Robby gently cradles the front of his throat with his broad palm. Not squeezing, not choking, just feeling the distention of his throat around the sizable length.

“Fuck, you really weren’t kidding when you said he was a size queen, were you?”

Dennis whines, letting the vibrations tease, and Robby curses under his breath while Jack makes a noise that sounds like a moan and an evil laugh had a child.

“How you doing sweetheart, you enjoying sucking Robby’s cock?” Before Dennis can answer a warm hand is slipping down the front of his slacks and cupping his pussy over his boxers, pressing in and feeling the way he’s already starting to dampen the material. He squeaks, blushing beet red at the noise that escapes around Robby’s cock, and Jack grins at him like a shark. “Oh yeah you fucking are, already soaked for us, our pretty little slut.”

Our makes him shiver, eyelids fluttering closed as he keeps working Robby’s cock.

Jack reaches down to see just how wet Dennis is for two reasons. One, he wants to feel, to finally get to touch that liquid gold he's seen wasted on cameras so many times. Sure it's through his pants and underwear, but the heat alone is enough to make him a little insane. Two, there's a part of him that wanted to check, to make sure Dennis was as into this as they are. Physical confirmation of an attraction. Dennis was being paid before, so maybe there's a fear he's not actually into the two old perverts with graying hair and a little softness around the middle.

What he finds is nothing short of perfection though, Dennis pants are wet he's so soaked through and Jack wishes he was more flexible so he could get down there and taste. As is he just keeps touching.

"Robby's going to cum, be a good boy and swallow it." Dennis just blinks, a single tear running down his cheek from it, and Jack, mean evil pervert he is, leans in and licks it off.

Robby grunts his way into his orgasm and Jack makes sure to hold Dennis' head right there, so all he can do is take it, swallowing around the load. Some of it slips past his lips, from the corner of his mouth, and the sight makes Jack's mouth water.

"There you go sweetheart, what a sight." He reaches out with his thumb and swipes the spit and cum from Dennis' cheek, popping it into his own mouth. "Just keep breathing through your nose, atta boy."

Dennis stays right where he’s been put, swallowing as much as he can, trying to keep up with the intensity of Robby’s release, moaning softly at the taste and feeling of the heat pooling in his belly.

He breathes as steadily as he can, enjoying the lightheadedness of slight oxygen deprivation and the feeling of their hands on him.

Eventually, he’s pulled off by his hair, and he lets go with a wet pop, leaving his mouth open to show he’s swallowed it all.

Robby pants heavily, eyes dilated to dark pools. “Fuck, Dennis, baby, that was perfect. Such a good boy for us, you did so good, I can’t believe that was the first time you’ve sucked cock.”

Dennis whines tries to shuffle in closer, he likes how heavy handed they are with the praise. It’s making his head swim a little, especially when Jack pulls his hair a little and the roughness compliments the sweetness of their words.

Dennis lets his head be turned and tilted up, and when he can make words happen he begs to give the same to Jack. “Can I suck yours too? Please? Wanna taste you both.”

Dennis must have literally been bred in some sort of lab for how perfect he is. He just takes every single thing that Jack and Robby give him and enjoys it, rolling with every new thing. He swallows perfectly, showing off when Jack finally pulls back and it makes him want to do some truly sadistic things.

Robby looks beautiful like this, flushed and sweaty, color in his eyes swallowed entirely by his pupils, softening cock nestled in his pubic hair still shiny with spit. Jack loves him so much it's painful.

Jack tugs on Dennis' hair just to reposition him and gets an offer that makes him twitch where he's still secured in his pants.

"Yeah? Greedy thing. Not just happy with one cock, you have to have both?" Dennis whines and Jack grins down at him. "Soon, I promise. First I want to get you to a real bed. You might be a perfect slut but that doesn't mean we can't spoil you a bit. Up, strip."

He lets go so Dennis can scramble backwards, tugging off his jeans as Robby stands up. He and Robby will strip down in the bedroom, for now he wants to see everything he's been watching online finally here in person.

Dennis hesitates a bit on his underwear, eyes flicking to Robby, and Jack wonders if he's still nervous about showing off his cunt to the other man for the first time.

He steps around behind Dennis, leaning down to brush his lips over the boy's neck, hooking his fingers into the waistband. "Don't be nervous, sweetheart. Robby's going to think your pussy is just as pretty as I do. I know you're wet, soaked through." He slips one hand inside the band, until he can frame Dennis' clit with his pointer and middle finger, squeezing it. "You're hard, too. Don't you want to show Robby how much you liked sucking him off?"

Jack’s right. Dennis is greedy. He also just wants to make them both feel good. Together and separate. Jack and Robby are both special to him in different ways and he values their marriage so he doesn’t want to accidentally make it seem like he’s giving more attention to one over the other.

And Jack promises he can do the same for him in a bit, which makes him feel warm inside. That they both want that. That he did a good enough job with Robby that Jack will let him too.

But then he gets asked to strip, and he gets his pants off before remembering Robby’s never seen him fully nude before. And Robby promised he didn’t mind, that Jack showed him, but he knows Robby from the club, and that’s where he has to be the most careful about being stealth, so it’s hard to let go of that, especially when he’s already a little nervous in general about the new experience. He’s happy, he’s having a great time, but it’s still a lot to take in.

Jack becomes a guiding hand again, pinching his dick and asking if he wants to show off.

He does. He likes showing off, it’s why he’s good at his jobs.

He nods and pushes his waistband down, revealing more of Jack’s wrist and then his hand and then his fingers around Dennis’s throbbing little dick as the fabric falls to the floor.

“Good boy Dennis, that’s it.” He gets rewarded with another hard, rolling pinch that makes him tremble and whimper. “Go on, Robby, tell him how pretty he looks for us.”

“So fucking pretty, Dennis, even better than the photos.” Robby drops to one knee in front of him and uses the tip of his thumb to rub the exposed nub between his husband’s fingers, and both of them touching him together is almost too much to handle. His knees wobble and the noise he makes is more animal than man, some embarrassing pitchy moan that hurts his throat.

Jack is doing his best to soothe Dennis' fears while also trying to make it look like he's not doing that. Trying to keep everything natural and flowing, Dennis likes to show off and be the center of attention but that doesn't mean he doesn't need help sometimes.

Help that comes in the form of teasing him, pinching his cock between his fingers just to feel it throb and pulse.

Robby gets the hint pretty quickly, complimenting Dennis and then getting up real close and personal. The direct stimulation seems to be almost too much as Jack has to circle his arm around Dennis' body to keep him from collapsing.

"You respond so well," Jack murmurs into his ear, nipping at it with his teeth. "All that from just his thumb, what would you do if he sucked on it?"

Dennis inhales sharply, but before he can do anything at all, Robby does just that. He leans in and takes the little tip right into his mouth, sucking hard.

Jack grins nearly evil with it when Dennis screams, entire body jolting with the intensity of his orgasm. Robby gently suckles until Dennis is full on trembling and then softly pulls away, slipping that thumb between his legs to feel the wetness that's starting to drip.

"Better get our boy to bed," Robby offers as he stands again. "Poor thing can barely stand on his own now."

Jack is basically holding him up, and together they help him stumble, finally, into their bedroom.

Everything is so much more intense when it’s somebody else touching him. It makes him all the more sensitive, and it really has been a while since he’s been with anyone else at all so he cums with almost bare minimum effort on Robby’s part.

It feels amazing but he also knows from experience just how sensitive he gets post-orgasm and they’ve barely even started. Odds are by the end of this he’s not going to be able to sit up on his own.

Jack gets him deposited on their very nice bed with minimal assistance from Dennis considering his knees have gone all Bambi-legged, but he props himself up on his elbows to watch the two of them kiss each other, sharing the taste of Dennis’s cunt from Robby’s lips.

It feels like he’s the one getting a show for once, especially when Robby unbuttons Jack’s shirt for him, and Jack undoes Robby’s tie in a maneuver that seems more habit than foreplay.

But then they’re both turned back towards him, like two lions stalking a gazelle, and he swallows hard, spreading his legs a little unconsciously, clocking the way they’re drawn to the motion. Ambush predators.

He likes the way he feels in that moment, small and a little afraid, way more than he thinks he should.

He’s not expecting them to split apart and sit beside him again, one on each side just like on the couch. Except this time, their hands are on his bare thighs, spreading them apart further until they each have a leg in their lap, exposing his pussy and making him squirm.

Jack and Robby stare at each other over his head and a silent conversation takes place, a conclusion being drawn he isn’t privy to. But whatever it is must be good, because suddenly Robby’s mouth is on his again, and with no warning two of Jack’s fingers are breaching his entrance, making him cry out into the kiss and buck up into Jack’s palm.

Just like everything else in their lives, Robby and Jack are perfectly in sync with each other, without the need to actually speak a single word.

At the hospital, on the rare times they are on shift together for whatever reason, it's like literally having a second body. Jack thinks about needing something and it's already being handed to him, Robby notices an issue with a patient and Jack is already making moves to treat that very thing.

At home chores aren't discussed, what needs done gets done and the things that Robby loathes Jack takes without needing to be asked and the things that Jack struggles with are already done before he can think to do them.

It's the same thing here, with Dennis.

They start their normal foreplay, kissing and touching and stripping, showing off just a bit for their audience of one, in no rush or hurry for anything. Making Dennis wait. They split apart and go on the attack, you can't win a war on two fronts, and Dennis' attention is split between them as they both set a hand on him and spread him wide.

One final look and Robby's distracting as Jack gets to play.

Dennis reacts beautifully but Jack is more focused on the wet heat that damn near sucks his fingers in. He twists and curls his two fingers until Dennis is barely kissing Robby back, more just panting into his mouth.

Jack knows that Dennis gets really sensitive after he cums, and he delights in teasing over his clit with his thumb just to hear him whine.

"Such a pretty cock you've got, sweetheart. So sensitive. Robby sucked you off and now you're just a mess, aren't you?" Dennis can only whimper in response as Robby shoves his tongue down his throat. "Bet you could come again just from my fingers."

And that's what Jack sets out to do. He pushes on it harder with his thumb, grinding into it, and he pumps now three fingers in and out. He leans down too, to bite over Dennis' chest, sucking roughly on a nipple just to feel the way he arches into it.

Briefly, one of those old internet safety PSA’s flashes through Dennis’ mind. That if you talk to internet strangers and agree to meet up in real life you’ll end up dead in their basement.

He kind of wonders, when Jack shoves a third finger into him and circles Dennis’ dick with his thumb, if he maybe should have listened to more of those. Because surely this is how he dies. Fucked to death, shriveled up like a raisin from dehydration and exhaustion.

Jack is being mean on purpose. He knows exactly how sensitive Dennis gets. Most streams he gets off once, maybe twice total, and more is a special treat for the viewers when he’s behind on his renters insurance or his mom calls saying the plow is broken. They’ve barely even gotten through foreplay yet and he’s already getting close to a second, and he knows they’re going to take turns.

He really hopes they don’t kick him out immediately afterwards because they drove him here and he’s not entirely sure he trusts his ability to walk to a bus stop or stay awake in an Uber.

But then Jack curls his fingers just right and he’s not doing much thinking at all about anything anymore, whimpering into Robby’s mouth and squirming between the two of them, one hand on each of them gripping for any sort of stability he can muster, as his body locks up.

It’s fucking wet, he can hear the slick sounds of himself as Jack keeps pistoning his fingers, slower now to let him ride through the aftershocks. He doesn’t quite squirt but he’s concerned if they make him cum again, and god he really wants to cum on their cocks still, he’s going to make a fucking mess all over their very nice, clearly expensive sheets.

Jack slows down as Dennis' second orgasm takes over the boy's body and soaks his hand and the space between his legs. His fingers are going to be pruny and that would be funny if he wasn't so turned on.

Robby's already gotten his, although Jack knows that if this drags on long enough Robby will be able to go again. Him? Not so much. Sometimes he's lucky to get one, although ever since he started watching Danny it was like his age, disability, and cocktail of medications didn't seem to even matter. Jack wants to take advantage of the wet cunt sucking in his fingers but he also knows once he's gotten off he'll be back to hands and tongue. Nothing wrong with that, but still. Maybe he's a little insecure.

Still, it's hard to care when Dennis turns to him with a cute little whine, Jack leaning in to kiss him and then deciding at the last second to nip at his lip instead.

He makes eye contact with Robby for a second who just nods, already understanding.

Jack reaches up with his not-wet hand, cupping Dennis' face. "You wanna get fucked tonight baby? Or do you want to see me and Robby take care of each other?"

He'll either fuck his husband with an audience, show off what could be Dennis or he'll put his cock where his fingers are while Robby makes sure their boy doesn't get too compliant. And then maybe he'll get Jack's sloppy seconds, or maybe he'll fuck Dennis' other sloppy hole.

Dennis whines. It’s cruel of Jack to melt his fucking brain out then ask him a question that requires more thought than a simple yes or no.

Both options sound really nice, actually. He does in fact want Jack’s cock. He got to taste Robby’s already, he wants Jack’s too. But the thought of watching them fuck is also incredibly hot, getting to be the one in the audience for once.

Maybe if he does a good enough job tonight they’ll invite him back over for another round someday so he can have both.

It’s a hard call, but he makes a decision with what little brainpower he has left.

“Fuck me, please? I’ve wanted both of you for so long, wanna feel you both.”

God, he sounds pathetic and needy, but he can’t help it. He is pathetic and needy right now.

Jack and Robby share a grin, a little too wide, too much teeth, on the edge of something predatory and feral. Jack's hard enough to hurt, but he's not about to just jump right on in there, and Robby's got plans, too. Jack can see his wheels turning and he wants to see just how they're going to wreck the pretty thing in their bed together.

Step one, get him into position.

He leans down and presses a kiss to the top of Dennis' head, taking custody of the boy as Robby slips off the bed and starts rummaging around in their bedside drawer. "Of course, sweetheart. We're gonna take real good care of you."

Dennis shudders and Jack spins him, getting his weak and wobbly legs thrown over his lap so Dennis can straddle him, that leaking cunt landing right on his cock and getting it nice and wet. His restraint is tested as Dennis grinds down on it just a bit, his nails digging into Dennis' lap to keep him from moving too much.

Robby appears behind him, lube in one hand, and Jack reaches up to press on Dennis' shoulder to arch him, giving them both a nice view of both the front and back of his body.

"Fuck baby, you're so goddamn beautiful," Robby mutters from behind and Jack delights in watching Dennis shudder at the compliment. Robby winks at him, holding the lube over Dennis' shoulder and Jack nods at him, they'll both be inside their boy by the end of the night.

Jack reaches between them, angling Dennis up and grabbing his cock. He wants to tease, he really does, but Dennis is already two orgasms down and he's been waiting so goddamn long.

"Deep breath for us– there you go…" Jack waits for the exhale and pulls Dennis down onto his cock, enjoying the squeak that he lets out as Dennis runs out of air. Dennis is perfect, his cock sinks in to the hilt, surrounded by wet and warm, and Jack moans lowly, fucking up into him once just to make sure he's as deep as he can get. "Gonna take you nice and slow, while Robby opens you up. Then you'll get us both."

In Dennis’ life, there’s been a few moments that he thinks will truly stick with him forever. Significant things that have burned into his psyche and shaped him as a person.

The first time he saw a calf born. The first time he saw a cow slaughtered. Choosing his name. Getting into medical school. Those kinds of things.

The feeling of Jack’s cock hilting inside him is now on that list.

It’s perfect, filling him up completely to the point there’s just the slightest twinge of pain that only enhances the pleasure. Jack’s praising him, Robby’s touching him, he doesn’t know how it could get any better.

Until it does. Until he feels lube-slick fingers prodding at his ass.

When he said “both”, he was sort of assuming they’d take turns if he begged prettily enough. He never would have expected this, but it’s even better, getting to have them both at the same time, completely filling him up with nothing but them.

Robby lets Dennis do a lot of the work, mostly just spreading his fingers apart while Dennis rides Jack slowly, savoring that slight burn. It’s exactly what he needs. Not too much to overwhelm him when he’s already overly sensitive but enough to keep him riding that high.

When Robby deems him ready, Jack holds him still for Robby to pull his fingers out and line up his own cock, then both of them guide him back down, slow, one inch at a time until he’s gasping for breath and fully seated, crushed between them while Robby leans over Dennis’ shoulder to kiss his husband.

They break, and Robby leaves a trail of kisses up Dennis’ nape while Jack rubs his hips. “That what you needed baby? Feel good? You’re so fucking pretty like this, all fucked out already and we’ve barely gotten started.”

Dennis can only nod and whine, feeling like he’s going to vibrate out of his own skin. He does feel good. He does like being so full of them both, being good for them both, letting them use him as a toy together.

And when Robby pulls out just enough to thrust back in, groaning at the way he can feel Jack’s cock through that thin barrier, Dennis nearly collapses, only held up by the four big strong hands on various parts of his body keeping him steady

Jack gets to watch the face of focus and awe on Robby's face as the love of his life fingers open Dennis while he slowly fucks up into him. He literally could not ask for anything better, getting to watch Dennis' face as he's split open and prepped, and Robby's as that spark in his eye turns into an evil glint when he's in deep enough to drag his knuckles against Jack's cock inside of Dennis.

He wishes he had a camera, but he doesn't so instead of taking a picture he commits the image to memory.

When Robby deems Dennis ready, which means he's open enough for a cock but still tight enough to feel it, Jack makes sure to get steadying hands on Dennis' body and keep him in place. Once Robby's buried inside as well, he kind of stops thinking and loses himself in kissing his husband over Dennis' shoulder, sucking on his tongue as the boy wiggles between them.

Dennis is all glassy eyed and fucked out and Jack takes a bit of mercy on him, no teasing or pinching, just a good grip on his hips as Robby circles around his chest, both of them keeping him up as Robby starts to fuck into him properly.

It's a fantastic feeling, Robby's cock grinding up against his like this, and it reminds him of sneaking around and dry humping with their clothes on whenever they could get a moment to. Only instead of being separated by jeans, they're splitting open the boy half their age between them.

It feels like heaven and Jack is almost sad when he can feel his release coming, the steady bounce of Dennis on top of him enough to drive him mad with it.

"Do you think you can give me one more, sweetheart?" Jack asks as he reaches down to press his thumb to Dennis' cock. Everything is so wet friction is difficult, but he's done more with less. Dennis whines with a shake of his head and Jack grins at him. "I think you can, I think you'll be a good boy for us and come on our cocks. And then we'll fill you up properly as a reward."

Robby shifts his grip to tweak at a nipple, licking up the side of Dennis' neck to help. Dennis is shaking within seconds of Jack pinching his cock again, making sure he's got a good grip through the slickness coating most of everything.

He can hold out until Dennis comes again, that much he knows.

Dennis whimpers, he knows he’s a mess but honestly that’s fine. He feels like his skin is barely containing him, his bones are all jello, his brain is melted, he has no control over his noises or expressions anymore.

All he knows is the feeling of being speared open by Jack and Robby’s stupid perfect cocks. He never wants it to end, but simultaneously if they keep going much longer he’s going to pass out. He’s not sure which one he has a preference towards honestly.

Jack asks if he can cum again and he shakes his head no but he knows Jack is going to make him anyway. The question sounded more like a warning from the start, and his response only cements that. He’s learned Jack is mean and he loves it but fuck is it different experiencing it in person like this.

By contrast, Robby’s all sweetness, cooing in his ear about how good he feels, how pretty he looks, how well he’s taking them. It’s giving him a head rush, the dichotomy of them, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get enough of it now that he’s had a dose. He suddenly understands why dealers give out a freebie, to get people hooked.

Jack’s not even moving much or really stroking Dennis’ cock, just pinching and rolling it, letting Robby’s thrusting do most of the work for them both, but even with minimal effort, Dennis falls apart again.

He didn’t even know his voice could get as high pitched as it is right now anymore, not after being on T for so long, but he sounds like he swallowed helium when he starts to beg. It’s all just incoherent, disconnected nonsense, like he’s only getting out every other word, that boils down to “please please please cum inside me, I need it, I can’t breathe, fuck fuck fuck.”

He cums with a yelp, and sure enough it’s a mess, he feels himself soak them both and the bed, bad enough he gets embarrassed instantly even through the pleasure haze. He’s pissed himself with less volume than the amount of squirt that just left his body, and he has absolutely no control over his emotions right now.

He collapses into their hold and starts sobbing and apologizing for nothing in particular, hiding in Jack’s neck, finding a death grip on one of each of their hands on him, desperate for grounding contact while he feels untethered and flayed raw. Every cell in his body is tingly and warm with pleasure but his mind is a bowl of endorphin-adrenaline soup that just got spilled all over the floor and he is officially past the point where he knows how to self-regulate anymore.

Once more, Dennis falls apart like the perfect boy he is. He soaks Jack's lap, leaving a tangy stickiness over his skin that slowly starts to dry as Dennis collapses against his chest. Jack makes sure to give him a soft landing, holding over him almost protectively as he babbles apologies and sobbing. If he didn't know any better, Jack would think Dennis was not okay, but he can hear the words, knows that it's just a result of being overwhelmed and he takes that as the permission it is, chasing his own orgasm.

It doesn't take much more, one of his hands cradling the back of Dennis' head and the other one finding Robby's on the boy's hip as he cums with a deep groan, vibrating his chest with the intensity of it, feeling Dennis mewl against his skin.

Robby isn't far behind, squeezing his hand and Dennis' hip as he cums, too, making a similar noise of satisfaction. In no time at all Dennis is leaking with them both and being slightly crushed as Robby leans down to kiss softly over his shoulder and his back, hands gone gentle as they stroke up and down Dennis' sweaty sides.

Jack can't move much, but he can talk, and he turns off the mean and on the sweet.

"Perfect boy, no need for apologies. You did everything right. We've got you, we're gonna keep you right here for as long as we can. Just breathe, sweetheart." Eventually Robby will pull out and grab them a towel, some warm wash clothes, and water, but for now they just both do what they can to love on and soothe Dennis.

When he goes soft, and Robby too, they both pull out and adjust. Jack pulls Dennis more to his side, still tucked in but no longer on top of him, and Robby is gone for maybe a minute before he's returning. Together they slowly clean Dennis' thighs, his face, his stomach, wiping away sticky sweat and tears and cum and plying him with sweet kisses and words. Robby cleans Jack up too, giving him a long and deep kiss just because.

Dennis is still gone, and that's more than okay with Jack. He'd keep him forever if Dennis would allow it. He's got no intention of sending him home, not tonight and possibly maybe ever. Robby seems to have a similar idea, curling up behind him and wrapping his arms around him from behind, meeting Jack's eye with a warm smile.

Yeah, they're keeping him. As long as Dennis wants that too.

Somewhere between getting laid on his side and his thighs no longer feeling sticky, Dennis sort of checks out of his own brain.

There’s talking above him, he gets jostled a little bit, but for the most part he’s just kind of there, a limp body in a warm bed. He doesn’t really process words, just the feeling of safety and comfort with two sets of arms keeping him secure.

The sex was good, don’t get him wrong. Really fucking good, actually, and even that’s kind of an understatement. He’s never been fucked out of his own mind before, not like this.

But this? The gentle touches, the soft kisses, the murmured praise, the someone cleaning him up and pressing a bottle of water to his lips… it’s so much more than he ever could have asked for. He knew he was missing out but didn’t realize just how much.

He’s crying again, still no control over his emotional response to anything right now, and Jack looks concerned. He carefully tips Dennis’ face up by the chin, eyes soft but mouth tight. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong sweetheart? What happened?”

Dennis shakes his head, having a hard time putting words together to explain that he’s okay, just emotional, but Robby seems to catch on and helps him out a little, nosing at the back of Dennis’ hair and stroking his hip. “I think our boy is just a little extra sensitive right now, hm?”

Dennis manages a weak nod, burrowing down deeper into the soft blanket beneath him.

“That’s alright, we’re gonna take good care of you. We’re not going anywhere, promise.”

Dennis lets out a shaky, long exhale and nods again, losing some of the tension in his shoulders and jaw at the confirmation. He’s still a live wire but significantly more settled from Robby’s reassurance and Jack’s palm now resting on his cheek.

Bit by bit he relaxes into their touch, back into that good floaty feeling where his head feels heavy and his thoughts are just cotton. If he was a cat he’d be purring, especially when one of them starts playing with his hair.

“Thank you,” he finally manages to mumble, mouth not entirely cooperative. “This is so nice.”

Robby makes sure that everyone is as cleaned up as they can be without moving too much or taking an actual shower, and he makes sure to lean down and press a kiss to Jack’s cheek when he’s finished, brushing aside curls on both his and Dennis’ head.

They look good together, laying there in his bed, Dennis all floaty and boneless, one of Jack’s strong arms holding him to his chest.

He waits for the jealousy, the lingering bitterness of the situation, or anything really, and instead all he can find is warm affection and an urge to cling to them both, to feel their hands and their bodies pressed to him. So he climbs back into the bed, putting Dennis between them so he can nuzzle into Jack’s shoulder and still wrap an arm around them both.

“It is,” he agrees, feeling the way his body is starting to cool. “I’m glad you decided to give us a chance.”

Dennis hums, pressing back into him, and Jack gets that half smile on his face that Robby fell in love with all those years ago as he adds on, “We were idiots, but I think we can all agree that this is good, and we want to keep it.”

They do, all of course, want just that.

Eventually they find themselves all in the shower, Jack sitting on the bench they installed and holding Dennis on his knee as Robby rinses himself down, passing custody of the boy back and forth until everyone is cleaned up and warm. It’s not long before Dennis is passed out wearing a loose pair of Jack’s boxers and one of Robby’s old college t-shirts, snoring lightly and looking far too much like an angel.

Jack and Robby leave him to rest as they share a drink in the kitchen.

“Med school,” Jack comments, eyeing the half open bedroom door. “He’s never going to just let us pay for it.”

“No, he won’t.” Robby’s been thinking about it all night, minus a few hours where he was too busy thinking about Dennis’ mouth or cunt wrapped around his cock. “But maybe he’d take a non-interest loan. Or move in with us so he doesn’t have to worry about rent. Or let us send a stupidly large check to his family so that his money can be his money.”

Jack shrugs, taking a small sip from his glass, leaning heavily on the counter since his leg is sitting next to the edge of the bed.

“We’ll talk to him, figure it out. I don’t want him to think we’re trying to kidnap him or take away his independence. As much as I’d love to keep him in our bed all the time, he's an adult, not a toy.”

Robby huffs out a bit of laughter at that, he sure felt like a toy for a bit, and Jack smiles like he knows exactly what Robby is thinking.

“That’s a later thing,” he offers, holding out his arm so he can help Jack hop back to bed.

The bed has never felt so warm and welcoming as it does that night, old bones and rough joints embracing the softness after such an invigorating evening, and Robby falls asleep with his nose buried in Dennis’ hair and Jack’s hand on his hip.

In the morning, over a hearty breakfast of bagels and turkey bacon and smoothies, they talk, like grown ups.

Dennis is on cloud nine, having slept like a fucking rock, so when Jack and Robby share a glance he doesn’t understand, he has to swallow nervously, shifting on the barstool, afraid they’re going to kick him out.

But that’s not what happens. Instead, they tell him how much they enjoyed his company, how they want to keep doing this if he wants it too, and that they don’t want to overstep but they do want to help support him more directly than just buying lapdances and camshows from him.

Dennis doesn’t want to be a burden or them to feel obligated to pay him just because that's how this all started, but they explain that that’s not it at all. Just that they remember how much of a struggle getting through school was, even with grants and Jack having military tuition assistance. They care about him, and if he’s focusing too much on keeping food on the table and a roof over his head, he won’t do as well in school or during his rotations as he would if he could just focus on studying and practicing.

Eventually, they come to an agreement. In six months, if their relationship is still going strong, Dennis will let them help him re-apply and pay for the next semester, but he’s going to pay for his books and supplies on his own, and any money his family needs will come from him directly.

And sure enough, their little trial period goes perfectly. Jack and Robby’s relationship stays steady, and they have no issues making room for Dennis in their home or their marriage. He keeps his own apartment for those six months, but when it’s time to renew his lease, he lets it lapse. He doesn’t own much anyways, so it’s not hard to get it moved into Jack and Robby’s house. Their spare bedroom becomes his so he has space to himself if he wants it, and so Jack doesn’t have to worry about someone else moving around the bedroom waking him up during the day.

The shared home office grows a little cozier with newer editions of textbooks on the shelves, little knick knacks here and there, and a dog bed under the desk for when Dennis has a particularly rough day and just needs to turn his brain off while one of his partners catches up on paperwork.

He quits stripping. Not because they ask him to, but because he doesn’t have to keep up both anymore, and he actually has fun doing the cam shows, so that’s the one he’d rather stick with. Having his own bedroom is nice, because he can film in there and keep any mess contained, then go curl up between Jack and Robby in their bed where it’s warm and clean. He loves that they never expect him to quit sex work at all, there’s no savior complex or over-possessiveness now that they’re official.

They don’t exactly participate in the streams directly, but sometimes there’s an extra set of hands in frame for a bit, locking him into restraints or helping guide him down onto truly gigantic toys, wiping away his tears and tipping his chin back up towards the camera. The audience loves it, and Dennis thinks it's downright hysterical when he sees a donation from JackRabbit75 pop up while Jack is standing in the corner of the room watching him. Jack can’t give up his spot as top donor, after all. And having them there after a particularly strenuous scene to get him cleaned up and hydrated is better than he could have ever imagined.

When school starts back up again they help him study and write solid essays, and Jack always seems to have spare supplies in his go-bag for him to practice with.

It’s not fairy-tale perfect, they all have their own demons, but they make a genuine, joint effort to make things work. Robby and Jack keep a standing date night for just the two of them, Dennis has little things he does differently with each of them individually, and all three of them figure out a way to balance their personal needs with each other’s.

When Dennis gets accepted at PTMC of his own volition, no meddling from Robby as department chief, they all go out to celebrate at the same restaurant they had their first date. His first rotation is in Family Medicine which is perfect because it lets him get a feel for actually working in a real hospital and his quirks as a doctor by himself before he eventually ends up in the ED with Jack and Robby.

And when that does happen, standing there in his scrubs, the stethoscope they bought him around his neck, Robby trying very hard to hide how proud he is while Mel, Trinity and Javadi introduce themselves too, Dennis knows he’s exactly where he wants to be for the rest of his life.

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Now imagine the end of s1 Dennis gets to go home and be squished between his two handsome older boyfriends

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