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Dennis enjoyed pushing Robby’s buttons as much as humanly possible.
Now, it wasn’t because he liked seeing Robby angry – in fact Dennis didn’t like that one bit – but because when Robby got annoyed with him the best sorts of nights followed. Or days, depending on what their schedules looked like. Usually, he would leave all of that at home; after all, work was work, it was meant to be a professional environment where Dennis acted like the R1 he was and viewed Robby solely as his attending.
Usually, however, Dennis hadn’t gone three weeks without any kind of sexual contact. It wasn’t due to lack of trying though, there were plenty of times where he started to initiate something, but either Robby would brush it off or something else would come up. Work had to come first, of course it did, there were quite literally lives on the line. But fuck if Dennis didn’t want to hang up the phone sometime and tell the Pitt to figure it out for themselves.
It was yet another day in the ER. Things were looking as typical as they possibly could be. Sure, it was busy, but at least there was no ongoing horrific event. Not that Dennis was trying to jinx that or anything.
He looked up at the board, arms crossed, and a slight pout on his lips. Dennis’ eyes drifted across the screen until they completely strayed from it – all the way until he was staring across the room at Robby.
He was wearing his zip-up again, the faded blue making Dennis’ head spin. Just last week he’d shown up in the same zip-up after stealing it from Robby’s place, nobody aside from Trinity had said a word about that, at least that he heard, but he was certain that there were whisperings about the act. The ER was even more gossipy than a high school lunch room.
Dennis trailed a hand over his bare arm; he wished he was wearing the jacket at the moment. Surely, he would have gotten more of Robby’s attention if he did that. The frown on his face grew. Just a little bit of attention, that was all he was asking for. How long was Robby going to make him wait for it? How far would Dennis have to go? Would Dennis need to take it upon himself to really start things?
The thought made Dennis’ stomach churn. Though there had been a handful of times when he had taken more of a commanding role in the bedroom, he found much more enjoyment, and comfort, in being led. For too long Dennis had been required to be the strong one, to rely on his physical and emotional strength – it was heavenly to let that all go.
Dennis’ breath quickened. Shit. He couldn’t get worked up, not now, not when he was still standing in the main hub of the department.
“Whitaker, trauma one.” Robby was pulling a glove over his hand, eyes locking with Dennis’.
Dennis blinked a few times. “Huh?”
“Trauma one. Stay on top of it.”
“Yes, sir.”
Robby raised a brow at Dennis’ wording, but he didn’t comment on it. There was a glint in his eye, the kind that Dennis typically saw in a vastly different context. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one who was fed up with their recent arrangement. Robby placed a hand on Dennis’ shoulder, thumb sliding across the nape of his neck. His voice dipped. “Behave, Den.”
Dennis huffed as he wiggled out of the man’s grasp, even if he wanted nothing more than to indulge in more and more of Robby’s touch. He wanted the man to shuck off the glove, to feel the other’s skin across his own, slip under his scrubs, forget where they were entirely until the only thing that mattered was their bodies becoming one.
Stepping into the trauma room, Dennis took a breath and did his best to regain an air of professionality. The last thing he wanted was to lose his job and getting horned up before a trauma would certainly lead to that. He chewed the inside of his cheek.
“Arthur Donaldson, mid thirties, injured in a car crash involving him and a pole.” Robby spoke easily, seemingly not affected at all with the treatment Dennis was giving him.
Dennis jumped in. He went through the primary steps, but half of his brain was somewhere else. It was important to focus all attention on the patient, but he found that increasingly difficult to do when Robby was skirting around him, hips brushing against his for a split second before rushing away. Dennis grinded his teeth until his temples hurt. He wouldn’t pop a boner in the ER, that was completely inexcusable. However, if Robby continued messing with him, then the other man needed to take responsibility.
“-aker. Whitaker.” Robby’s voice flooded his ears once more.
“X-ray, CT, call up OR–”
“Who is currently backlogged.” Robby stood behind him, mouth practically on Dennis’ ear.
Dennis shook his head. His thoughts were swimming. One more movement and he was going to lose it completely. His hands had a slight tremble to them as he gripped the edge of the bed. He took a long breath. “We’ll wait for his results before calling them up.”
“Good job.”
Fuck.
Robby patted his lower back. “Wouldn’t want to piss Garcia off today.” The man stepped out of the room, but not before shouting out another round of orders that Dennis truly hoped the nurses got.
He closed his eyes for a moment, pulling himself out of his thoughts, and opened them again with a sigh.
Jesse gave him an expression that could only be read as ‘what the fuck?’ “I think back home would be a better place for you to sort out your problems.”
Dennis groaned. “It’s just been a long week.”
“Oh I’m sure.”
An indeterminate amount of time passed as Dennis floated around the trauma room, making sure his patient was stable before the man was carted off to get his scans. Robby hadn’t come back to check-in: Dennis wasn’t sure if that was the right decision or not.
His plan had been to work the man up, but seemingly the opposite was happening. God, Dennis felt like a teenager all over again – in the worst kind of way.
He gritted his teeth. Fine. If Robby wanted to start instigating things, then Dennis would just up the stakes a little. The chances of someone actually saying something were astronomically low after all – at most he would get shit from Trinity later for being slutty. Dennis thought he deserved it though.
He spent the next few hours testing his luck. Dennis planted himself in Robby’s designated chair whenever he sat down to chart. He let his touch linger whenever he passed something over to the man – everything from a needle to a scalpel, nothing that would have put a patient at risk though. Dennis wasn’t stupid. He even got back at Robby for the whole grinding situation, if one could even call it that.
He pressed himself against Robby’s back as he reached around the man to scan into the computer. Not a single word came out of his mouth as he all but pinned the older man against the standing desk. Thankfully the patient in the room was blissfully asleep – passed out due to a heavy bout of drinking – so there was nobody to call Dennis out on his actions. He was about to retreat, to plan his next move, but Robby held tight to his wrist.
Dennis’ mouth split into a grin. He loved Robby’s hands, the way they were so much larger than his own, the way a single one could span across his waist in the most delectable way. If only those hands were somewhere else though, trailing underneath Dennis’ scrubs, tugging on his cock.
Fuck.
Robby’s eyes met his. “Need to take care of something, Whitaker?” He slid his thumb higher on Dennis’ arm, slipping beneath his undershirt.
The younger’s face grew flush. He swallowed. “Nothing at all, sir.” Two could play this came, and Dennis was going to win.
“Oh?” Robby’s thumb pressed against Dennis’ pulse point.
“Maybe a little stressed.” Dennis pulled his hand away before the exchange could go any further, but not before swiping his tongue across his bottom lip. “I haven’t found a good release yet.”
Robby’s breath hitched, Dennis could see it in the way his shoulders were stagnant for a second too long. His eyes darted down for a moment before rising once more. “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”
“They do say two minds are better than one.”
Robby looked ready to say something more, but then Dana came knocking and when she appeared it was best to follow her instruction. The man stepped out of the room while Dennis stayed back. He needed another moment, alright, maybe more than a moment.
His briefs were getting tighter by the second.
*****
Dennis sat down in Robby’s car and immediately turned to the man. He reached over the center console and gripped the man’s upper thigh.
Robby grinned. “What did I say about the car, baby?”
Dennis ghosted his hand higher. “Wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen in here.” He needed it, desperately so. He’d spent a questionable amount of time in the bathroom earlier in the day willing his boner to come down. He was above getting off at work.
Robby placed his hand atop Dennis and lifted it until the man’s hand was in his own lap. “We’re still at work.”
“The parking lot hardly counts.” Dennis would deny the whine in his voice, but it was certainly there.
“Hospital grounds, dear.”
Dennis huffed as he slumped against his seat.
Robby started the car and pulled out of his spot – Dennis kept his head turned the entire time. He waited for the moment, for the car to cross the threshold and finally be outside of hospital premises.
As soon as it did, he slipped off his scrub top. Technically, he was still fully closed, but the fabric of his undershirt was far tighter. He liked the way it accentuated the slopes of his body, better than that though, he knew Robby liked it too.
Dennis started slowly, trailing his hands over his chest, running fingers down his arms. Robby’s attention was straight ahead though. He huffed. Time to pick up the pace then. Dennis slipped a hand under his shirt, ghosting the tips of his fingers across his lower stomach the same way Robby liked to tease. Muscles spasmed beneath his touch, and a groan rose in the back of his throat. He kept his eyes half-lidded as he peered over at Robby. “You know, it’s not nice to ignore people.”
“Oh, I know exactly what you’re doing, Den.” Robby kept one hand on the wheel as the other rested on the center console.
“We’re not on hospital property.”
“I’m driving.”
They came up to a red light. Dennis swallowed as he fisted his hand in the fabric of Robby’s sleeve. “You’re not right now.”
Suddenly, Robby’s hand came up to hold his face.
The pressure sent shocks of pleasure across Dennis’ chest, down his stomach, straight to his cock.
“What happened to my good boy?” Robby’s voice dipped.
Dennis felt his eyes roll back. “He’s fucking horny.” This was some sort of torture, it had to be. Certainly this violated an ethical code somewhere. He could feel the blood leaving his head and traveling south.
Robby released his grip, and the car continued down the street once more. “He’d just going to have to wait.” He kept his hands to himself for the rest of the ride.
Dennis did too. Getting a rise out of Robby was great, but being good for him was a completely different kind of pleasure.
Time passed syrupy slow. When they finally got back to Robby’s place, Dennis was quick to get out of the car, practically dragging the man along. Honestly, Robby could just lay back at this point and let Dennis use him. It would be enjoyable for both of them.
They entered through the front door, and Dennis was quick to drop to his knees. He fumbled with Robby’s belt. It didn’t matter which hole got filled at this point, as long as Robby’s dick was in him.
“Not so quick.” Robby tugged on Dennis’ hair, bringing his head back.
Dennis was going to cry.
“Poor baby, you’re just pent up aren’t you?”
Dennis gripped Robby through his cargo pants. “We could fix that.”
“I don’t know. Desperation looks good on you.” Robby knocked his hand away. “You were being rather bratty today.”
Dennis rolled his eyes. “Oh I wonder why.”
“Mouthy.”
Dennis tried to fight against Robby’s hold, but the grip was too strong. All he succeeded in was getting white shocks of pain coursing over his scalp. Those weren’t exactly terrible though. He clenched his jaw as he looked up at Robby.
Robby’s other hand came to cup his cheek. “Really, you deserve some kind of punishment for your behavior today.”
Dennis’ breath hitched.<.p>
“But you’ve been such a needy thing, I might let this one go.”
“Thank you, sir,” Dennis let the words out with a shudder. Nothing had even happened yet and he already felt like he was going to lose it right there at the front door.
Robby grinned down at him. “Come on. Up you go.”
Dennis’ legs shook as he stood, but Robby was there to keep him up. Unceremoniously, they staggered off to the bedroom. There were a million other things they probably should have been doing. There were dishes in the sink that still needed washing, laundry had been put off for a while, and dinner still needed to be made, but at the moment Dennis didn’t care about a single one of those things.
Not when Robby laid him down on the sheets with a spark in his eye.
A furious blush went down Dennis’ neck all the way to his chest. He was hot all over and the layers of clothes weren’t helping at all. “Please, sir.”
“There's your manners.” Robby teased the hem of Dennis' shirt up and pressed his lips against Dennis’ sensitive skin. Tongue and teeth joined the mix as Dennis’ back arched. Robby pressed the man’s hips back down against the mattress. “You’re gonna take what I give you, isn’t that right, baby.”
Dennis frantically nodded.
“Words, Den.”
“Yes.” Dennis’ voice cracked at the single syllable.
“Shirt off.”
Dennis scrambled to get his shirt off, practically getting tangled in the tight fabric.
Robby helped him, which in Dennis’ hormone riddled brain wasn’t embarrassing at all. He sank back against the sheets and sighed as Robby’s mouth got back on him. The man hadn’t told him to keep his hands to himself, so he tangled his fingers in Robby’s short hair. “F-fuck, Robby-” He was breathless as Robby’s mouth rose, hot breath ghosting against his nipples.
Then there was a pinch. “Shit!”
Robby let out a laugh as he smoothed his thumb over the tender bud. “That’s it, let it all out.” He swiped his tongue over Dennis’ other nipple.
“F-feels so fucking good.”
Robby’s assault continued, as did Dennis’ ramblings. He couldn’t even tell if the words coming out of his mouth were English anymore or if they were just a concoction of sounds. It’d been so long since he’d gotten this sort of release. Now that he had it, Dennis never wanted it to end.
He grinded his hips against Robby’s thigh, doing everything he could to get some sort of friction against his cock – still hidden under his scrubs and briefs.
Robby licked a long strip up Dennis’ neck. “Desperate today, aren’t you?”
Dennis’ whimpered as Robby sucked under his jaw. “May-maybe because you’ve, fuck, you’ve been cockblocking me.”
“I’d never.”
Dennis could hear the grin in Robby’s voice. “You’re a shit liar.”
“Baby, I’ve been lying longer than you’ve been alive.” Robby’s lips finally met Dennis’.
The younger sighed into the kiss, sliding his tongue into the other’s mouth without any kind of restriction. Robby could go on and on about how he wasn’t affected by the weeks of no sex, but Dennis knew better. He was aching for it too.
He bit down on Robby’s bottom lip as retribution for being blueballed earlier in the day.
Robby tweaked his nipple.
Dennis only grinded harder against the other’s leg.
“Such a slut for me, so responsive.”
Dennis tugged Robby’s hair as he slotted his mouth against the man’s again. The kiss became looser, sloppier, the longer it went on. He relinquished his hold and fumbled to grasp on Robby’s shirt. “Off, now.”
“Remember who’s in charge.” Despite Robby’s words, he still shucked off his shirt, tossing it over the bedside to join Dennis’.
Dennis batted his lashes. “I thought you were going to give it to me?”
“Oh you little shit.” Robby snapped the waistband of Dennis’ scrubs against his skin before pulling those off as well.
Dennis’ heart beat faster in his chest. Finally. Now they were getting somewhere. He went to lean up, but Robby pushed him back down to the mattress. His mouth was about to open in question, but then Robby was taking off his briefs as well and there was no question as to what was going to happen. Dennis could only grin as Robby’s mouth traveled southward.
The man wrapped his hand around Dennis’ cock and gave it a slow tug. “You want to see what I’ll give you?” He squeezed, and Dennis hissed.
“You-you haven’t done much so far.”
Robby dragged his tongue across Dennis’ inner thigh. “I think you’ll live to regret that, Den.”
Dennis highly doubted it, but hearing the minor threat in Robby’s voice sent a thrill down his spine.
After what felt like ages, Robby’s tongue flicked the tip of Dennis’ cock. “Sh-shit-” He kept his hips down, brain still trying to obey the man’s earlier silent command, but it was increasingly difficult to do so.
Robby had far more experience then Dennis had originally imagined, though maybe that wasn’t all that surprising given their age difference. He knew exactly how to swallow Dennis’ cock so he didn’t gag on it, knew how much teeth was enough to make Dennis’ thighs shake, knew that if he teased Dennis’ nipples while he sucked him off that Dennis would be seeing stars.
“Yes, fucking hell, Robby.”
Robby’s head bobbed up and down, taking Dennis down his throat like he was built for it.
Dennis writhed atop the sheets, feeling himself get closer and closer to the brink.
Robby abused Dennis’ chest.
Tears started to form in Dennis’ eyes. It was too much and not enough at the same time. “Fuck, sir, s-sir!” His voice pitched up as Robby hummed, sending horrifically perfect vibrations around Dennis’ dick. “I’m gonna cum-” He tried to pull Robby’s mouth off, but the man only continued his work.
Dennis couldn’t hold it back anymore, his hips jerked up so that he was shallowly fucking into Robby’s mouth. “Sh-shit!” The coil in his stomach snapped as Dennis came. A full body shiver went through him.
Robby, perfect man that he was, swallowed without complaint. He finally pulled off Dennis’ cock, lips red and spit slicked, with a smile that reeked of trouble. “Oh, baby.” He crawled up and held Dennis’ face in his hands, wiping away the tears that collected on the man’s cheeks. “Do you feel better now?”
There was a condescending tone to Robby’s voice, but Dennis nodded all the same. “F-felt so good, sir,” he hiccuped out.
Robby captured him in a slow kiss for a moment. “That’s good, Den, but we’re not over just yet.” He leaned back and opened the bedside table drawer, pulling out a well-used bottle of lube. “How many more do you think you have in you?”
Dennis pressed his head deeper into the pillows. He should have known something like this was stirring in Robby’s head. He let out a shaky breath and mumbled.
“I need to hear it, sweetheart.”
Dennis’ face was scarlet as he spoke. “As many as you want, sir.”
Robby uncapped the lube. “That’s right.” He slicked up his fingers and trailed his hand down.
The lube was cold against Dennis’ quivering hole, but he wanted it so bad that it didn’t matter. He would take it. He would take Robby’s whole fucking fist if the man wanted him to.
Robby pressed one finger in. “This is all you’ve wanted, isn’t that right?”
Dennis felt splayed open at the intrusion. “Wanted it so bad.”
“I didn’t think you’d last this long.” Robby pressed gentle kisses to Dennis’ tear stained cheeks as he massaged Dennis’ insides. “My boy, always ready for it.”
Dennis grinded his hips against Robby’s hand as another finger entered him. He was still so sensitive from his first orgasm, but his second was steadily growing. “Only for you, only you Robby.”
“Such a sweet talker." Robby pressed a bruising kiss to Dennis’ lips as he curved his fingers.
Dennis moaned into the kiss, legs turning to jelly. He chased the sensation, but Robby was quick to pull his fingers back. “Pl-please, sir.”
“I think you get to cum when I say so, isn’t that right?” Robby could pretend that he had a handle on the situation, but Dennis heard the strain in his voice. As much fun as it was for both of them for Dennis to be brought over the edge over and over again, Robby hadn’t been able to stick his dick in anything recently.
Still, that didn’t stop Robby from taking his sweet time opening Dennis up. He groaned into Dennis’ mouth. “You feel so good around my fingers, still so tight.” He pressed against Dennis’ prostate to emphasize the world.
“Ah-hng-” Dennis could have sworn his brain was leaking out of his head from how hot he felt. He still chased Robby’s touch though, wrapping his arms around the man’s shoulders and pulling him against his chest. “Thank you, fuck! Thank you!”
“That’s it, Den.” Robby added another finger, stretching Dennis wonderfully. “One more and then I’ll fuck you properly.”
Dennis let out a string of curses as Robby’s fingers picked up in pace, filling the room with lewd sounds. It was so wet, so fucking wet. He held onto Robby as tightly as he could, fearing that if he didn’t that he’d float away to some unknown place. His toes curled as he felt his second orgasm build to its breaking point. “Rob-Robby, sir, oh fuck!” He dug his nails into Robby’s back as cum shot between them, coating both of their stomachs and chests.
“That’s it. God, good boy, Den, such a good fucking boy.” Robby slipped out his fingers.
Dennis’ clenched around nothing. Now, tears were really streaming down his face.
“Shh.” The sound of Robby undoing his belt echoed through the room. “Just one more, baby. You can give me one more, can’t you?”
Truthfully, Dennis didn’t really know if his body could handle another orgasm, but his braid was too mushy to really give it any thought other than imagining how wonderful it was going to feel to have Robby’s cock in him. “Please.” His voice was completely wrecked.
Robby pressed Dennis’ legs open, though it didn’t take much effort. “It’s alright. I know you can take it, my boy can take it.”
“Yours, sir.” That’s who he was. Nothing else mattered. He was only Robby’s good boy, his plaything. The tip of the man’s cock pressed into Dennis’ hole, and he let out a silent scream.
Suddenly a thumb was pressed against his lip and the only thing Dennis knew to do was to take it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digit and sucking it to oblivion.
“Deep breaths, Den, that’s it. I know you can take it.”
He wanted to, he wanted to take it so fucking bad. Every inch Robby pressed in sent Dennis even deeper into the mattress. He couldn’t fight against the man’s hold, nor did he want to. Saliva dripped out of his mouth as Robby rocked his thumb into Dennis’ mouth in time with his thrusts.
A groan ripped through Dennis’ body, leaving him quivering.
“You look so – fuck – so good under me.” Robby’s thrusts grew deeper. “You’re such a perfect little thing.”
Robby’s thumb slipped out of Dennis’ mouth, leaving the latter to whimper as Robby’s hips slapped across his. “Fuck, Robby!” He was coming to cum again, shit, he really was. Robby’s cock kept grinding against his prostate; Dennis’ body was thrumming from overstimulation. “Fill me up, please, shit-” A deep thrust knocked the breath from him. “So good-”
Robby’s movements became more erratic, more out of time. “Take it.”
Dennis didn’t know how much more time passed, how long Robby was fucking him for, but his body convulsed as he felt hot cum fill him.
That sent him over the edge.
It was almost painful, cumming for a third time. He didn’t even think it was really possible. Tears coated his cheeks, sweat dripped down his body, but Robby was there, piecing him back together from the fucked out state he’d gotten into.
“I’m here, Dennis. Shh, oh baby. You did so well.” Robby’s fingers scraped over his scalp in gentle movements.
Dennis curled into the man’s chest, feeling more content than he had in a while. He pressed open mouthed kisses to Robby’s shoulder. “Thank you.” His voice was quiet, broken, but Dennis’ mind was finally fixed.
Robby rubbed his back. “I should thank you. You’re always so perfect for me.”
They needed to clean up, take a shower, get dressed, make dinner, but for now the two were wrapped up with each other. Dennis was complete.