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Dennis loved the pre-dawn stillness of Pittsburgh, a blanket settling over the city in the hours before the sun came up that left him grateful every time. Running along the streets around his and Trinity’s apartment was a lot different than running the fences back in Broken Bow checking for loose boards and cut wires, but it brought that same sort of meditative calm, even now in the lingering humidity of the early summer. Trinity had given him a perfectly serviceable pair of running headphones that she’d bought but never used, and Dennis had taken some time meticulously crafting a playlist that would last the hour it took for him to do his usual loop.
Dressed in running tights, a long-sleeved wicking shirt, and a pair of jogging shorts to go over the tights so he didn’t look like some kind of pervert, the heat was pervasive but calming, working its way into muscles that had taken a beating during his previous week in the ED. Weekends were hardly more relaxing, spent pouring himself into charting and learning, and he was planning on getting home, showering, and maybe treating himself to one of the nice coffees from the cafe down the street before buckling down and getting some work done. Mckay and Mohan had been instrumental in getting Dennis a good body of work to help combat his natural biases and he was going through him at a snail’s pace, doing his best to retain the information so he could be a better doctor.
He was mentally running through his tasks for the day when he turned the final corner onto his street and found himself standing on the wrong side of a police barricade. Dennis slowed to a walk, pulling his headphones down around his neck and scanning the scene. There were temporary barricades placed across the entirety of the street, a bustle of activity even in the grey light of sunrise, and for a moment Dennis thought about going around the long way until he saw that the street was blocked off on the other end as well.
His apartment building was smack-dab in the middle of the blockade. Thankfully Trinity wasn’t there, having spent the night at Yolanda’s because her place was closer to the hospital, but it left Dennis in a serious predicament. He didn’t have anything on him except his cellphone, everything else sitting on the small table beside their front door, and it meant that he didn’t have any cash on him, his debit card not yet hooked up to the phone on his app that Trinity kept trying to get him to use.
“Fuck,” he mumbled, glancing down the barricade to see if there was anyone he recognized from his building, but there were only two other people out at this time of day and he didn’t know who either of them were. He wondered what was going on, a dozen or more police cars and SWAT vehicles parked on the street in between the blockade, an ambulance parked just across the barricade from where he was standing.
Dennis walked up the blockade a little further to see if he recognized any of the EMTs, only for Jack Abbot to step around from the back of the ambulance just as he passed it. “Dr. Abbot?” Dennis asked, his surprise obvious when he saw the other man. Dressed in khaki combat pants, a camouflage SWAT shirt, and a bulletproof vest, Jack looked better than Dennis could tolerate this early in the morning. He didn’t think he could blame his sudden shortness of breath on the run, his eyes flitting over the older man briefly before he realized that this could be his key to getting back into his apartment.
Jack looked up as soon as he heard his name, clearly on high alert before he realized that it was Dennis speaking to him. “Dr. Whitaker,” he said, walking over to the barricade and leaning his hands against it. “Out for a run?”
“Oh, uh… you know you can just call me Dennis, right? Since we’re not at work.”
“Then you can call me Jack.” He looked Dennis up and down and Dennis could have sworn that the older man was checking him out, although that might have just been wishful thinking. He plucked nervously at the skintight longsleeve he had on, still sure that he was the scrawny thing he’d been the fall before when in reality he’d put on a good bit of muscle helping Amy with her farm, his arms almost as big around as Jack’s at this point. “What’re you doing here?”
“I live in that apartment building,” Dennis said, nodding towards the complex, and Jack turned his head to look before making a face. “Oh, no. What does that mean?”
“Uh, that means you probably aren’t getting back in there for a little while,” Jack said. “You know the laundromat next door?”
“Yeah.”
“Some guy tried to rob it about thirty minutes ago. The clerk got out but the robber is holed up in there with a shotgun. It’s turned into a whole thing.”
“Oh, jeez,” Dennis said quietly, brow furrowing in concern. “Is everyone okay?”
“So far, but that’s why I’m here,” Jack said, grinning. “In case things go south.” He glanced over his shoulder again before leaning forward a little bit, looking around the street and then back at Dennis. “You have anywhere to hang out while this gets cleared out?”
“Uh, not really,” Dennis said. “I don’t even have my wallet on me.”
“Rookie mistake,” Jack said, tutting. “Kind of seems like this is your first standoff.” He looked towards the two other guys at the barrier, the pair of them clearly talking to one of the cops, and then rapped his knuckles against the top of the barricade he was holding. “Wait here for a second, okay?”
“Okay.”
Jack disappeared back around the ambulance and was gone for no more than a minute or two before he returned, holding his hand out to Dennis. “Come on,” he said, and Dennis did as he was told without question, taking Jack’s hand and clambering up over the barricade. Jack’s hand was calloused and warm, easily encasing Dennis’s, and he got that weird fluttering feeling in his stomach again. The last thing Dennis needed was a crush on the night attending, and yet it was clearly headed in that direction.
Curse him and his inability to resist anyone who showed him the slightest kindness.
Jack led him around the ambulance to where the back doors were open, a pair of EMTs with bulletproof vests and the same SWAT gear on that Jack was wearing sitting on the back of the bay. Jack let go of his hand and Dennis kind of wished he hadn’t, the warmth he’d imparted having been quite nice for a guy who hadn’t been touched by anyone other than his lesbian roommate in a while. “Who’s this?” one of the EMTs asked, raising her eyebrows, and Jack grinned.
“This is Dr. Dennis Whitaker,” he said, putting his hands on Dennis’s shoulders and shaking him slightly. “He works with me at the hospital, and unfortunately for him, his apartment building is on the other side of the laundromat.”
“Fucking sucks,” the other EMT said, scooting over on the metal floor of the ambulance to give Dennis a spot to sit. He glanced at Jack before taking the spot, the EMT reaching behind him to fetch a bottle of water. “You usually have bad luck?”
“Uh, not the greatest,” Dennis said, twisting the cap off and taking a grateful sip of the water. “First time I’ve been caught on the wrong side of a SWAT operation, though.”
“Yeah, hopefully we won’t be too long,” Jack said, looking over his shoulder towards the building. “They’re bringing in a negotiator. A peaceful outcome is really the best case scenario here.”
“I didn’t realize you were also a cop,” Dennis said, but the grin Jack gave him made him think he might have been off the mark. “Are you not a cop?”
“Nope, none of us are,” Jack said. “I forget you aren’t from Pittsburgh. We’re a tactical EMS team established to ride with SWAT and provide medical attention on scene to cops and civilians when needed. Ostensibly it’s supposed to be safer for everyone involved, but…”
“But Jack here couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be a civilian watchdog for SWAT operations,” the male EMT said, laughing. Dennis thought he recognized him from the hospital, but they saw so many EMTs every day that it was hard to really remember. He made a mental note to pay more attention going forward. “The SWAT guys thought they’d find some kind of comrade because of his military service and instead they’ve got a doctor watching their every move.”
Jack shrugged, dark eyes fixating on Dennis. Had he always had all those freckles? “What can I say? You want to be a paramilitary force in my city, you’re gonna have some oversight whether you want it or not.” A radio hanging from his belt squawked and Jack sighed. “That means the negotiator is here. I’ll be right back.”
Dennis, who had thought he would feel out of place with the EMTs, fell into easy conversation with them. It turned out that they both had recognized him as well, although in that same uncertain way that he’d recognized them, and Dennis found out they’d worked the day of Pittfest as well. He wasn’t sure how long they were talking except that when Jack returned the sun had come up, a pink cast to the sky, and Dennis had finished off his bottle of water. “Negotiator seems pretty confident that there won’t need to be any kind of SWAT intervention if he can talk to the guy for a bit. We might be out of here faster than we expected.”
“Really?” Dennis asked, perking up a little. “That’s a relief. Normally I’ve had breakfast by now.”
“If we’re actually done early, do you want to grab breakfast together?” Jack asked. “My treat.”
Dennis laughed, his heart rate picking up again, and then realized that Jack was looking at him with those black eyes of his. He was so intense sometimes that it was hard to read him, even though Dennis had enough overlap with the guy at work by now to understand how he operated. Outside of work, however, he felt like understanding Jack was beyond his grasp at the moment. “Oh, you’re serious,” he said after a moment, eyes going wide. “Really?”
“Yeah, of course,” Jack said. “I don’t want to hang out with these bozos.”
“Bozos,” one of the EMTs said, groaning. “It’s so easy to forget you’re six hundred years old, Jack.”
“I’m barely fifty,” Jack said, grinning in return. “And that’s why getting breakfast with Dennis is preferable to having to spend the rest of the morning with you two.”
“There’s a place around the corner,” Dennis said, keen to not allow this opportunity to slip out of his grasp. “Trinity – uh, Dr. Santos – and I go there when we have a morning off together.”
“Right, right, Robby mentioned you two were living together,” Jack said. “She’s not home, then?”
“No, she’s at her girlfriend’s place,” Dennis said. “Probably lucky she didn’t wake up to all this mess.”
“You’ll have to fill her in,” Jack said, and he seemed like he was about to say more when there was sudden noise from the direction of the laundromat. “Hold on,” he said, turning away and heading in that direction once again. It rapidly became clear that the suspect in the laundromat had come out on his own terms, Jack staying over there only to make sure the guy was okay before he returned to the ambulance. “Well, what’d I say?”
“Does it usually happen like this?” Dennis asked. “Where you don’t have to go in?”
“I’d say about half the time,” Jack said. He clambered into the back of the ambulance, leg briefly pressing against Dennis’s arm, and Dennis turned his head to watch him, his mouth suddenly gone dry. There was something seriously wrong with him. He’d always thought Jack was a good-looking guy – hell, half the men in the ED were more beautiful than anything he’d ever seen back in Nebraska – but being in such close proximity to his concentrated charisma was a real game-changer. “It’s always a good day when no one gets hurt.”
Dennis got up off the back of the ambulance, picking up on the fact that Jack was getting ready to leave, and wondered if he had changed his mind about breakfast. “Next time I see you guys in the department, I’ll make sure to say hi,” he said, looking between the EMTs as Jack clambered back out of the ambulance, a duffel bag slung over his shoulder.
“I’m sure they won’t forget you now,” Jack said, clapping Dennis on the arm. “You ready? I’m starving.”
“We’re gonna go straight from here?”
“Of course,” Jack said, unclipping his bulletproof vest and tossing it to one of the EMTs who caught it easily. “Do I smell that bad already?”
“I’m pretty sure if either of us smell bad it’ll be me,” Dennis said, suddenly hyperaware of the fact that he was still in his jogging clothes. “But this place isn’t fancy or anything. I don’t think they’ll kick us out for being sweaty.”
“Good,” Jack said, waving to the EMTs. “I’ll see you guys next time SWAT needs us on board. Don’t get too crazy.”
“You, too.”
Jack nodded towards the barricade, cops already working to tear it down, and he and Dennis made their way out onto the main street. Dennis didn’t know how he’d gotten here, really. He’d left the apartment this morning sure that his day would be as routine as it ever was, and finding himself suddenly going to breakfast with… not his boss, really, but his boss’s best friend? That part was extraordinarily weird. “How do you get into the tactical EMS team?” Dennis asked, looking over at Jack.
“It was pretty easy for me,” Jack said. “They approached me when they were starting up the program to see if I’d be one of the supervisory doctors thanks to my military background. There’s only two actual physicians with the program, and the rest are EMTs who’ve undergone special tactical training, too.”
“Does your, uh, prosthetic get in the way at all?” Dennis asked, and Jack raised an eyebrow at him. “Sorry. Victoria… uh, Dr. Javadi? She told me about it. I have a cousin with a prosthetic. He fell asleep in a corn field and my uncle ran his leg over with a thresher when he was out there in the morning.”
Jack laughed, the corners of his eyes crinkling endearingly when he did. “Fuck, sorry. That has got to be the most Nebraska thing I’ve heard you say. Robby was telling me you were a country boy but I didn’t think I realized just how much of one you are. And no, the prosthetic doesn’t affect it. I’m not expected to actually pull off any of the tactical maneuvers, just be there to ensure that medical attention can be administered as soon as possible.”
“I can’t imagine being under that kind of stress,” Dennis said, and Jack gave him a look. “What?”
“You’re under that kind of stress every single day,” Jack said. “What you do in the ED isn’t going unnoticed, you know. You’re remarkably cool under pressure, and both Mckay and Mohan have mentioned that when they call out a bias they notice you listen to them and correct yourself. That kind of willingness to change goes a lot further than coming in thinking you know everything.”
Dennis felt a blush creep up over his neck and ears, the praise unexpected. “I just know, uh… coming from Nebraska, there are blind spots I have. I don’t want anyone to suffer because I’m too stubborn to change.”
“That’s a good way to be,” Jack said, pulling the door of the restaurant open for Dennis as they reached the diner. It was a small, cozy place, one of the first spots in Pittsburgh where Dennis routinely felt like he could hang out and get things done without people looking at him and seeing an outsider, and to have Jack there was honestly nicer than Dennis thought it would be.
Whatever Dennis had expected for breakfast with Jack Abbot, whatever awkwardness he had anticipated in his mind, was rapidly disproved. The older man was funny, quick with jokes, and talking to him was easier than Dennis found it at work, when they were both so busy that anything more than quick communication about shared patients was impossible. Dennis also noticed that throughout the duration of the meal Jack kept pressing their knees together under the table, although it was easy to chalk that up to the relatively close proximity and nothing else.
At the end of the meal Jack paid as he’d promised and left a twenty dollar bill as a tip, Dennis suddenly finding his heart racing again. It had become abundantly clear over the course of breakfast that his crush on Jack was full-blown attraction, that if given the opportunity he would jump the older man’s bones in a second, and there was something about the dark intensity in Jack’s eyes that made Dennis want to risk it.
“Do you maybe want to walk me home?” he asked, surprised at his own nerve. Jack grinned at him, raising his eyebrows, and Dennis cleared his throat. “I have coffee?”
“Oh, well, in that case,” Jack said, and he pressed his left foot against Dennis’s leg. “Come on. I can certainly get you back to your place safely.”
The cops were gone by the time they rounded the corner, the owner of the laundromat already boarding up the front window where the arrested man had shot through the glass, and the closer they got to the apartment building the harder it was for Dennis to understand what had come over him. Despite not having said it out loud, he knew full well that Jack had understood that he was being propositioned; Dennis was certain that as soon as they reached the apartment Jack was going to turn to him and let him down easily.
That would make the most sense, right? Jack not wanting to hurt his feelings in public, so taking him somewhere quiet to let him know that this entire thing had been inappropriate and Dennis had seriously misjudged the vibe of the morning. Dennis twisted his hands together nervously as the front door of the apartment building came into view before finding his card key, fishing it out of the back of his phone case where he usually kept it and swiping them into the building.
Jack followed him inside and onto the elevator, and Dennis was sure the crushing blow was about to come as soon as the elevator doors closed. Instead, Jack settled a calloused hand on the back of Dennis’s neck. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
Dennis stared at him, every ounce of comprehension he’d ever possessed suddenly gone, but he didn’t protest, didn’t even think about saying no. This was what he had wanted all morning. “Good boy,” Jack murmured, his voice little more than a purr, and then his mouth was on Dennis’s. He tasted like coffee and maple syrup and something underneath that made Dennis’s heart race like a rabbit. Dennis opened his mouth automatically, unable to recall the last time he’d been kissed so deeply except that it certainly hadn’t been in Pittsburgh – maybe once, a long time ago, when he’d still been studying Theology?
Jack’s tongue was hot and slick as it dragged over Dennis’s, the sensation of it so overwhelming that Dennis didn’t even realize the elevator had stopped until the door started to slide open. He pulled back from Jack, looking up at him and finding that the other man’s face was flushed, freckles standing out faintly against his skin. Dennis wanted to kiss every single one of them, but the elevator door began to close again and Dennis scrambled to stop it, stepping out into the hallway and watching Jack. “Uh… my apartment is this way.”
They managed to compose themselves long enough to make the twenty foot walk to the apartment, Dennis getting them inside and into the front hall. “Trin?” he called, satisfied by the lack of response and the fact that her shoes were missing from the mat that she was still at Yolanda’s. He turned around to face Jack and found that the older man had already closed the door behind him. They looked at each other for a moment and Dennis breathed out slowly, searching Jack’s face. “Are you sure about this?”
“I should be asking you that,” Jack said. “I’ve got twenty years on you.”
“Oh, uh, I’m sure,” Dennis said, but he shifted from one foot to the other. “I have to tell you something before you get my clothes off, though. It might change your mind.”
“I really don’t think anything would change my mind right now other than you saying no,” Jack said, already beginning to peel his t-shirt off, revealing a white tank top underneath that rode up a little to show the grey and red hair that speckled his stomach. Dennis swallowed, unable to tear his eyes off of that strip of flesh before realizing that he needed to finish what he was saying.
“I’m trans,” he said finally. “No one knows other than Trinity. Well, Javadi knows, but I didn’t really mean to tell her and she hasn’t said anything since she found out, but…” Jack had dropped his shirt on the floor just inside the door and was looking at Dennis, clearly not deterred. Christ, Dennis didn’t think he’d ever seen a guy with bigger tits in his life. He immediately internally apologized for the thought and wrung his hands together. “Sorry. Did you hear me?”
“I heard you,” Jack said. “Are you on T?”
“Uh, yeah,” Dennis said. “But I haven’t… I’ve only had top surgery. So…”
Jack grinned, almost wolfish, and took a step towards Dennis. “So. Do you expect me to go running out the door?”
Honestly, Dennis had expected exactly that. He certainly hadn’t expected Jack to take it so wholly in stride. “You’re okay with it?”
“You’re a man,” Jack said. “I’m attracted to men. I’m attracted to you. Now, this does bring up another question.” Jack pulled his tank top off over his head, revealing the whole of his chest, and Dennis felt like he was struck another psychic blow at the sight of him. Jack was thick, solidly built and beautiful in an intense way, and Dennis’s fingers itched to touch his stomach, his chest, to kiss his throat. “Is anything I’m about to do going to cause you dysphoria?”
“No,” Dennis breathed out, embarrassed by how faint his voice was. “I don’t have very intense genital dysphoria. Once, uh, I got my top surgery that helped more than anything. And… I pass, right?”
“Even if you didn’t, we’d be here,” Jack said, closing the gap between them and grabbing Dennis by the waist, hands sliding underneath the tight fabric of his athletic long-sleeve. “But you do. If I do anything you don’t like, tell me right away.” He grinned, lowering his head so he could bite at Dennis’s lower lip, the sting entirely pleasant. “But if I do something you like, well… be as loud as you want.”
Dennis couldn’t keep his mouth to himself then, closing the already slight gap between them and kissing Jack hard on the lips. God, he liked kissing Jack Abbot, the rough and ready way the older man had, and he slid his open palms over Jack’s broad chest, digging his fingers into the flesh there and wondering how far he could push it. Dennis had never had a sexual partner who had truly been so unbothered by his gender identity and it was making him that much more turned on. Hell, the last time he’d hooked up with someone, back in Theology school and using Grindr, it had been abundantly clear that the man was only there to sate some fetish and didn’t see Dennis as an equal partner at all.
Jack pulled back, not to stop kissing Dennis but to change the location of his kisses, licking and sucking his way over his throat and beginning to pull the bottom of Dennis’s shirt up over the plane of his stomach. “Jack,” Dennis whispered, tangling his fingers in the thick curls of the other man’s hair. “Wait, uh… maybe… maybe no penetration, okay? I just–”
“Okay,” Jack said, Dennis’s heart filled near to bursting. Being accepted so easily was genuinely the sexiest thing that had ever happened to him and he kissed Jack again, hungry and almost desperate even as Jack began to push him back towards the couch. Dennis allowed himself to be led until the backs of his legs hit the side of the couch, coming up short and breaking the kiss. Jack bit him on the side of the neck, breathing hard, and then dropped to his knees.
He slid his broad hands up the sides of Dennis’s thighs, underneath his running shorts but still over his tights, and dug his fingers into the meat of his ass. Dennis responded by peeling off his shirt, tossing it aside; his chest was flat and trim, the farm work he was doing with Amy going a long way to rebuild the muscle he had lost while he was homeless, and for a long time he hadn’t appreciated just how affirming it was to have had top surgery before he’d left Nebraska, having seen it more as an impetus for the division from his family than a true bounty. An uncle had paid for it in his will, a windfall that Dennis had used for both his top surgery and to help pay for his testosterone shots, and it had been more than Dennis had ever hoped for. It had also been the final nail in the coffin for his parents.
To be standing in Pittsburgh now with one of the most beautiful men he’d ever seen on his knees in front of him… “Fuck,” Dennis murmured as Jack twisted his fingers in the back of his running shorts and pulled them down. He looked up at Dennis, dark eyes intense and searching, and then tugged down the back of his leggings, dragging them slowly over the curve of Dennis’s ass and digging his fingertips gently into the bare skin at the bottom of Dennis’s briefs. Dennis held his breath, pinned between the couch and Jack, and watched as Jack kissed along the line of his stomach, nudging his nose into his skin.
Dennis put his hands on either side of Jack’s head, running his thumbs over the thick curls and letting out a shuddering breath he didn’t know he’d been holding as Jack finally slid his hands up underneath his briefs. He breathed out against Dennis’s stomach, kissing the spot just above his pubic mound, and then pulled his underwear down all the way. Dennis had never been as bothered by his vagina as he had by his breasts – after all, very few people saw what was underneath his pants, while his chest had been a dead giveaway as to his sex at birth – and when he had begun to take T he had actually been surprised both by his general increase in sex drive and the physical changes he had undergone.
Jack didn’t seem bothered at all by the length of his clitoris; he merely grabbed one of Dennis’s thighs and hauled it up over his shoulder. Dennis grabbed his hair to keep himself steady and Jack huffed out a laugh before pressing his hands to either side of Dennis’s inner thighs, pressing his thumbs to his labia and spreading him apart. Dennis couldn’t tear his eyes off the older man, watching as Jack dragged his tongue almost maddeningly slowly over the length of his vagina. Jack pressed it briefly against his hole before flicking it up over his engorged clitoris, the sound that left Dennis’s mouth wholly embarrassing as he covered his mouth with both hands.
In response, Jack suctioned his mouth over Dennis’s clit, tongue moving against the head of the sensitive flesh with alarming skill. Dennis swallowed hard, dropping one hand to grab the arm of the couch so he could keep himself upright, his heel digging into a soft spot near Jack’s spine. Jack closed his eyes, Dennis overcome with a sudden desire to kiss him where his long lashes touched his skin, and sucked harder, coming away finally with a string of saliva connecting him to Dennis. “Fuck,” Jack said, opening his eyes again to look up at Dennis, visibly dazed. “You smell so fucking good.”
“I smell like I just went for a jog,” Dennis said, but the last word was nearly cut short as Jack stood up, knocking Dennis back onto the couch. Jack grabbed him by both the legs, hoisting him up and nearly bending him in half, and Dennis stared up at him, heart pounding. Jack slid his hands over Dennis’s calves, kissing the interior of his leg before grinning down at him. Dennis covered his face with one arm, desire roiling in the pit of his stomach like a tempest gaining strength every passing minute. “Wait,” he managed, his voice faint and slightly raspy. “Trinity will kill me if we do this on the couch.”
“Which door is your room?” Jack asked, reaching out and gripping Dennis’s forearm, Dennis grabbing him back as he was pulled into a sitting position. As soon as he was sitting on the arm of the couch again he put his arms around Jack’s shoulders, kissing him hard on the mouth, and Jack kissed back with a hunger that Dennis could not have fathomed when he first ran into the man that morning. “Do you have any idea?” Jack murmured when he broke away, kissing the pulse thrumming through Dennis’s throat. “Any fucking idea how badly I’ve wanted to do this for months?”
“To me?” Dennis asked, fingers digging hard into Jack’s shoulder blades and kissing the side of his head, panting softly. “You’re kidding.”
“I’m not kidding,” Jack murmured. “You don’t even realize how attractive you are, do you? I mean, when you started at the ED your hair was a little fucked, but…”
Dennis laughed, grinning against Jack’s cheek. “My bedroom is the first one on the right.”
“Good boy, good boy,” Jack huffed out, hauling Dennis easily into his arms and kissing him hard on the mouth again. They staggered down the hallway and Dennis was astonished by the strength of the older man, although now that he was thinking about it there had to be some kind of physical requirement to work with the SWAT team. Either way, it was insanely hot.
Jack pushed into Dennis’s room, dropping Dennis onto his bed and sending him sprawling. Dennis stared up at him, breathing hard, and drank in the sight of Jack: freckled practically head to toe in a way Dennis wanted to memorize, camouflage pants slung low on his hips, the greying ginger hair trailing across his stomach and down underneath his trousers. Dennis swallowed before running his tongue over his lower lip, eyes flicking over Jack’s face. “Take your pants off.”
“Gladly,” Jack said, undoing his belt with both hands and pulling it out, shedding it on the floor beside the bed. He braced his knees against the side of the bed, undoing his fly and zipper, and Dennis sat up, leaning forward slightly. Jack grinned down at him, hands still on either side of his fly, and raised his eyebrows. “Hm, what could you possibly want?”
“You know, I kind of thought you were a flirt, but I didn’t think you were a tease, too,” Dennis said, putting his hands over top of Jack’s and tugging them down. Jack hooked his thumbs in his underwear so it came down as well, Dennis leaning in and kissing the pale expanse of his thigh as he forced his pants down the rest of the way. Jack was already mostly hard, his cock thicker than Dennis had expected, precum already leaking from the head and beading on the glans. “Oh my god.”
“That’s a flattering response,” Jack said, running his fingers back through Dennis’s hair and tilting his head so they could look each other in the eyes. “What are you planning?”
“What do you think?” Dennis asked, wrapping his hand around the base of Jack’s cock, his thumb pressing against the underside as he tried to gauge how much he could fit in his mouth. He hadn’t done it in a while, but he’d been good at giving head until he moved to Pittsburgh and he didn’t think the city had removed that ability just because he was in a different time zone. He leaned forward, dragging his tongue over the slit at the tip and tasting Jack fully for the first time.
Salty, kind of an acquired taste, but overall pleasant, Dennis soon found his sea legs again, pushing forward to swallow down hard around Jack’s cock. He was rewarded by a deep moan from Jack, the older man’s fingers digging roughly into his scalp, but Dennis didn’t care, welcomed the faint sting and the slight pain. He flattened his tongue to keep himself from gagging, bringing his free hand up to grip Jack by the hip to give himself a little more leverage.
He could almost reach where his fingers were wrapped around Jack’s cock, fighting to keep his eyes open and see that delicious look on Jack’s face despite the tears stinging at the corners of his eyes. Jack bucked his hips forward almost involuntarily and Dennis pressed down further, throat moving against the head of Jack’s cock, eyelashes fluttering ineffectually as he pushed himself harder, harder, harder–
“Wait,” Jack said, his voice strangled as he pulled Dennis back off his cock, breathing hard. Dennis sat back, panting, lips swollen from the brute force he’d just used, and Jack let out a laugh that fell halfway between surprised and exhausted. “I’m an old man, you can’t suck me off like that and expect me to last long.”
“You’re not old,” Dennis said, leaning back on his hands and letting his legs fall open. He was surprised by how wet he’d gotten, having found more than once since beginning to transition that he was dryer than he was accustomed to off T.
It was Jack’s turn to drink him in now and he seemed to do so with such relish that Dennis instinctively knew that the man was memorizing the sight of him; for some reason it sent a jolt of heat to the pit of his stomach and he suddenly wanted nothing more than to be touched. Jack seemed to read the vibe immediately, grinning in that wolfish way he had and kneeling on the end of the bed. “Will it gross you out if I take my leg off? It’s just, uh, more comfortable for me.”
“Why would that gross me out?” Dennis asked, scooting back a little to allow Jack more room. The bed Trinity had given him was little bigger than a twin, hardly ideal for two fully grown men, but it would do for now. Dennis was surprised to find that he was already thinking of the next time, about coming up with an excuse to do this again, and he wasn’t aware he was blushing until Jack had set his prosthetic aside and crawled onto the bed on top of him.
“You got so pink,” Jack murmured, kissing Dennis’s throat and nipping at his collarbone, his teeth digging into the sensitive flesh. “What are you thinking about?”
“Fucking you, obviously,” Dennis said quietly, very little waver in his voice. He knew his confidence had grown over the last nine months, the Pitt going a long way towards bolstering self-esteem that had become non-existent since his choice to attend medical school, leave Theology behind, abandon Nebraska. Being here with Jack, seeing the pure appreciation in his eyes, was shoving Dennis across the finish line when it came to reclaiming his ego. “What else would I be thinking about?”
“Good,” Jack said, laughing as he kissed down along Dennis’s chest, his right nipple, the briefest brush of his lips over the scar that cut underneath his pectoral. He worshipped the flesh between Dennis’s collarbone right down to the wheat-coloured pubic hair that mounded above his engorged clitoris, eyes flicking briefly upwards before he plunged his head back between Dennis’s legs, tongue dragging along the wet line of his slit.
It was clear that Jack was entirely accustomed to eating people out and Dennis’s toes curled against the dark green of his duvet. He pushed upwards, back arching slightly off the bed, and after a few minutes of Jack laving attention across the whole of his clitoris Dennis realized that he was on the brink of orgasm, grabbing the other man’s head and trying to push it back. Jack didn’t allow Dennis to shove him off, doubling down on the quick, sure movements of his tongue, and Dennis let out a strangled cry as his first orgasm tore through him, his entire body shaking at the sensation.
“Fuck,” Jack said, pressing a dozen small kisses to the sensitive thin skin of Dennis’s pale inner thigh before sitting back on his thighs. “Do you have lube?”
Dennis’s gaze flicked up towards the older man, momentarily concerned, but the way Jack was looking at him, the way he’d treated him so far, made him certain that he could trust Jack to stick to his request for no penetration during this first encounter. “In the bottom drawer of my nightstand,” he said shakily. “What do you have in mind?”
“A little bit of Macgyvering,” Jack said, laughing and leaning over to pull open the bottom drawer of the rattan nightstand Dennis had inherited.
“Who’s Macgyver?” Dennis asked, and Jack raised an eyebrow at him. “Don’t–”
“Kids these days,” Jack huffed out, retrieving the lube and pressing a bruising kiss to Dennis’s mouth. Dennis rutted up against him, the length of Jack’s cock sliding against the inside and back of his thigh, and Dennis honestly thought he could have made out with the older man for the rest of the day until Jack pulled back, licking against Dennis’s mouth as though he wanted to keep going but couldn’t sustain it. “Can you cross your legs?”
“Uh,” Dennis said, looking down. “Not when you’re between them.”
“Good point,” Jack said, moving out of the way, and Dennis did as he was told, crossing his left leg over his right. No sooner had he done so than did Jack grab him by the ankles, hauling him forward so Jack’s cock was pressed against the underside of Dennis’s thighs, the leaking head dragging across his skin. Jack wrapped his left arm around Dennis’s calves to hold him in place, kissing the side of his leg gently. “I’m going to thigh fuck you.”
The words were the equivalent of suddenly going downhill in a car, Dennis’s stomach twisting up as he stared up at Jack. “Really?”
“Really,” Jack said. “Listen to me. I’m never gonna do something you don’t want me to do, and when I try something with you I’ll spell it out beforehand.”
“You’re talking like we’re going to do this again.”
“Oh, we’re absolutely going to do this again. Next time I’ll even let you be on top. But for now…” He uncapped the lube with his free hand, dripping some onto his cock and onto Dennis’s thighs, pushing his fingers into the tight space between his legs to lubricate the way before forcing his cock into the space instead. The friction of it was surprisingly nice, Jack’s cock slamming into the gap made by his crossed legs and the head of it brushing against Dennis’s clit as he went, but it was the ability to watch Jack that was really turning Dennis on.
He’d always thought the guy was gorgeous, but seeing him like this – sweat beading on his brow, eyes dark and intense, biceps bulging as he held Dennis in place – was an absolute feast. Dennis studied him, memorizing every facet. A single curl had fallen over his forehead, greying but still with slight hints of ginger undertones; a freckle on the underside of his jaw that Dennis longed to kiss; a faint scar along the right side of his torso whose origins Dennis wondered about.
“I want to watch you, too,” Jack said, half-muffled because he’d turned his head to one side, kissing Dennis’s calf with its peach-coloured hair that he’d let grow out over the last few years, not that it was terribly noticeable. “Come on.”
Dennis shuddered, a desire overcoming him that was so intense he couldn’t disobey even if he wanted to. He slid his right hand between his legs, index and middle fingers finding his clitoris the way they had a million times before. Jack’s cock slid along the back of his hand every few seconds, dictating the pace at which Dennis could go, and yet he did not try to pull away. It was easy to fall into a rhythm, his masturbation becoming more erratic as he realized that Jack was coming undone. He wanted to cum. He wanted Jack to cum. He reached up with his left hand to grab Jack’s forearm, digging his fingers in and staring at him. “You come on,” he said, and Jack laughed against Dennis’s skin again, clearly getting close. “What do you need from me?”
“Just a few… wait,” Jack murmured, his breath coming hot and labored over Dennis’s leg. Dennis pushed his hips down, Jack’s cock in that tight space between his thighs, and Jack managed to buck his hips forward just a few more stuttering times before he came, his seed painting over Dennis’s stomach like seafoam cresting on a wave. The warmth of it quickly faded but Dennis knew he’d experience it again and that bolstered him even as Jack let go of his legs.
Dennis began to sit up, sure that he would need to push himself over the edge to another orgasm if he wanted it, but Jack put a hand flat on his chest and pinned him to the mattress. He was panting, near feral, but as he met Dennis’s eyes there was a mischief there that made Dennis’s heart stutter hungrily. “I’m not that selfish,” he said, and then he was spreading those same thighs that had just brought him release.
Jack was sucking Dennis off again in a few seconds, mouth clasped over his clitoris as he worked it over roughly before he pulled back with an obscene slick noise, dragging his tongue down to lick up the wetness seeping out of Dennis, one calloused thumb moving to rub over Dennis’s clit even as Jack began to tongue fuck him in earnest. Dennis gasped, grabbing the bedspread alongside him even as he hooked his legs over Jack’s broad back. Jack was almost animalistic as he ate Dennis out, alternating between sliding his slick, wide tongue into Dennis’s vagina and asshole before bringing his head back up to suck on his clit, every moment bringing Dennis closer and closer to the abyss.
He knew then that he would do literally whatever it took to get back into Jack’s bed again. Dennis had been nervous about the idea of being fucked for the first time since he’d started testosterone, but he would willingly do it for Jack; he’d also willingly top the older man, whatever that entailed. He was briefly inundated by the mental image of Jack on all fours, looking back at Dennis blackly while he took the girth of a strap-on, and that was enough to tip him over the edge, his second orgasm more intense than the first, the noise that tore itself from Dennis’s lungs wholly inhuman even as he fought to choke it down.
Jack rode it out, tongue working over Dennis’s vagina as though he couldn’t get enough of it, and when he pulled back he ran his right hand up Dennis’s thigh, fingers digging into the flesh there gently. “You good?”
“Holy shit,” Dennis groaned, colour rushing to his collarbone and throat as he looked at Jack, barely able to even prop himself up thanks to the intensity of what he’d just experienced. “For a guy who likes men, you are surprisingly good at that.”
Jack laughed, a barking, pleasant sound, and hauled Dennis up into a sitting position, kissing him over and over again on the shoulder, a burst of such clear affection that Dennis could not hope for more in the aftermath of sex. “Hey, I aim to please.”
Dennis grinned, resting his forehead against Jack’s shoulder, tacky with sweat but totally pleased with how his day had shaken out, even if he’d lost several hours of studying. “Maybe someone should rob my neighborhood laundromat more often,” he murmured, Jack grinning against Dennis’s throat where he was kissing him again.
“You don’t need an excuse like that for this to happen again,” Jack said quietly in return, and Dennis felt strangely content in that knowledge, the unexpected pleasure of being so thoroughly seen and still accepted settling deep in his chest like a balm.