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Dennis wasn’t a pervert. He was not a pervert. That’s what he told himself as he tried to avoid staring at Robby from across the hub.
He had been tiredly charting towards the end of his shift when his gaze had moved from the computer, to the many things happening in the E.D at the time; Javadi awkwardly conversing with Mateo as he entered for shift change, an older woman complaining about the lack of air conditioning (which he did agree with), and Dana and Robby laughing together.
A loud chuckle escaped Robby’s lips and Dennis had to quickly lower his head, trying to hide the smile that immediately began to grow at the sound of Robby’s laugh. Shit.
After a couple of seconds, he lifted his head again, his eyes going wide at the sight of Robby stretching his arms behind his head as he groaned. The sight wasn’t unfamiliar but this time, he couldn’t help but notice the way the sweaty fabric of Robby’s scrubs pulls against his stomach.
Dennis had to bite his bottom lip, stifling a whimper before it could escape. Suddenly the room felt a lot hotter and Dennis’ breaths were coming out quiet and staggered.
He tried not to let his mind wander. Tried not to think about the soft expanse of Robby’s large stomach. Tried not it think about how soft it would be under his hands, how it would move while Dennis bounced on Robby’s—
“Whitaker.” Robby’s voice cuts through Dennis’ fantasy as he begins to walk over to him.
Dennis’ hands had started to shake where they were pressing on the keyboard and he lifted one of them, pressing the cool back of it to his cheek, trying to calm the heat rushing to his face.
“D—Dr. Robby! Uhm, everything alright?” When Robby reached him, he pressed a large hand down on his shoulder, peering over it to look at the computer screen.
With all his restraint, Dennis did not nuzzle the side of his face into Robby’s hand.
“Everything’s alright. You just finishing up your shift?” His voice was level, much unlike Dennis’ shaking one that he tried his hardest to even out.
“Yeah,” He swallows thickly, bringing his hand back down to the keyboard to continue to type. “Gonna head home with Santos. Just have to finish up these charts first.”
Their closeness wasn’t irregular, it was usually comfortable even. But Dennis was struggling, subtly pressing his thighs together and trying to stop the shivers running through his body.
“Good work today. Try and blow off some steam when you leave. Get a drink with Santos or something.”
“M—maybe. I’m…not a big drinker.” His lust faltered for a moment.
Robby tried to stop his face from turning into a sympathetic grimace, understanding there was probably a story behind that but, now wasn’t the time to get into it.
“Eh, well, you’re young. Always other stuff you kids could be getting up to. I’ll see you Monday, Whitaker.” He gave the boy’s shoulder a gentle squeeze before walking away.
Letting out a shaky breath, Dennis forced himself to refocus on typing, which was easier said than done. The phantom feeling of Robby’s hand on his shoulder still felt heavy.
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Dennis didn’t really like going out drinking, and when he did drink, he didn’t want to get full on drunk. But, having a glass of wine or two with Trinity was never off the table.
“I just don’t understand how straight people function. This all seems like so much work for such a mediocre relationship.” She scoffed as she shoved a chip into her mouth. They were watching Sex in the City, despite how much Trinity complained about it, she always ended up putting it on while they were drinking. It wasn’t a show either of them particularly enjoyed but it had become a ritual of theirs.
“So…what would you call your relationship with Garcia?” Dennis quipped quietly, regretting the words as soon as he felt his side get jabbed aggressively with a harsh foot, “Hey!”
“Hey yourself! My situationship is no one else’s business but my own!” She sneered at him, holding back a laugh as she pulls her foot back, “Anyway, what about you? Still fawning over Dr. Depression?”
A blush immediately burned into Dennis’ cheeks and he scoffs, an offended smile appearing on his lips, “Come on, I am not fawning over him. I wasn’t ever fawning over him.”
Trinity rolls her eyes, giving him a disbelieving look before looking back at the T.V, “Whatever, Huckleberry. Just don’t come crying to me when he feels the need to scratch another seven week itch and chooses someone who’s not you.”
With no eyes on him, Dennis decided to let his expression falter, his face scrunching up as he looked down at his lap.
“I don’t even think he likes men like that.”
Immediately he regretted his words, as Trinity let out a tired groan beside him, “Have you seen the way he looks at you? Looks at Abbot even?”
Dennis sputters, another blush forming on his cheeks as he’s turning to her with a shocked look on his face, “He and Abbot are like b—brothers or something.” He barely believed that himself. It’s not as if he didn’t notice the way their hands lingered on each other when they touched, or the gentle looks they would give each other after a particularly hard day.
And although Robby had displayed similar actions to Dennis, he couldn’t believe it to be anything but friendly mentoring.
“What are you and your brothers doing acting like that?” Trinity scoffs before Dennis lets out a desperate huff, burying his face into his hands.
Across the couch, Trinity sighs. She scoots closer to Dennis, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and pulling him close to her.
“Oh, poor sweet Huckleberry. Get over him. Hop on Grindr. Get your freak on.”
“Grindr? I…I don’t really know about that.”
“What, you’ve never had a random hook up or one night stand?”
“I have but…I feel like going on Grindr is just…” Completely giving up on Robby. “A little embarrassing? I don’t really have any nice pictures of myself.”
“Not to worry. I’ve got like tons of candids I’ve taken of you on nights out.” She slips her phone out her sweatpants pocket, and starts scrolling through her camera roll to show pictures of him, drunk and sweaty and dusted in glitter (courtesy of Javadi).
“What the hell? Why would you take these?!”
“You look hot!”
“I don’t…wanna include pictures of my face. That’s too…”
“Embarrassing?” Dennis nods, his face returning to it’s usual awkward smile.
“Well…if you wanna take some sexy photos and invite over a sneaky link, I’m gonna head off to Garcia’s.” She gives his hair a rough tousle before getting up off the couch, heading to her bedroom, “Don’t leave a mess! And use a condom!”
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Dennis had been home alone for probably half an hour before he finally built up the courage to download Grindr. It felt as if the loading icon was mocking him, slowing more and more every time he looked at it with anxiety.
He was no blushing virgin. Just…more inexperienced than he’d like to be. He had given a couple of enthusiastic blowjobs to strangers in clubs and had got with a couple of guys when he was an undergrad but they were never the most exciting interactions.
When the app finally downloaded, Dennis began to build his profile, including a couple of slightly promiscuous photos, ‘whoring himself out’ as Trinity would put it; A photo of him shirtless, slightly arching while sitting in bed. The next of him sitting down, the focus on his soft, pale thighs pressing together. He added a couple more of that nature, none including his face.
Setting his display name as ‘mouse’, he continued to add to his profile. ‘27, trans ftm, btm, mainly looking to sext!!’
He stared at his phone for a good few seconds before letting out a loud groan, turning over in his bed to bury his face into his pillow. He felt ridiculous. Mainly looking to sext?! Who says that?!
Just as he was grumbling in annoyance, his phone pinged, desperation making his head shoot up immediately. He clicked on the new message, only to be instantly disturbed by a graphic dick picture.
After a little while of getting sent slightly harrassy messages, he came to realise that his soft body and boyish demeanour did make him a showstopper to the perverts and the bears. Although he did wish there were more bears than perverts.
The messages mainly consisted of unflattering nudes, corny pickup lines or men trying to ‘detrans’ him for their own kinks. But, one particular string of messages stood out to him. It wasn’t overly sexual or disturbing in any way. It was actually…kind of cute.
Michael: Your thighs look really pretty.
Michael: Not trying to sound creepy or anything.
Michael: Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.
They were all spaced at least three minutes apart. The unexpected kindness of the messages made Dennis sit up in his bed, a soft laugh escaping his lips as he replied.
mouse: you didn’t make me uncomfortable at all! i think that’s really sweet actually
Giving ‘Michael’ an opportunity to respond to the message, Dennis decided to have a look at his profile.
Jesus fucking Christ. His eyes practically bulged out of his head as he looked over the photos. This man was his type down to a T. The photos weren’t too sexual but they definitely had an air of eroticism about them. His particular favourite was of the man pushing his shirt up with one hand, his large palm cupping his pec and his large, hair dusted stomach spilling over the waistband of his pants.
‘53. dom top/vers. pittsburgh located. into bdsm. open to exploring other kinks.’
Dennis’ face was growing more red by the minute.
Michael: Of course.
Michael: Your profile doesn’t have much info. New to all this stuff?
mouse: is it that obvious? lol
Michael: Only a little, hah.
Michael: So, you’re a bottom?
mouse: yeah. i’ve only done it a couple times tho tbh
mouse: i’m kind of awkward about that type of stuff, yk
Michael: We don’t have to talk about sex if you don’t want to. How was your day?
Considerate and hot? Dennis checked off the boxes for his ‘future husband requirements’ in his head.
mouse: so tiring to be honest😭 my job is pretty physically demanding so i’m just trying to wind down now. wbu?
Michael: Same boat here. Talking to you has definitely cheered me up a little.
Dennis let out a soft whimper before he slapped his hand over his mouth, shocked at his own actions.
mouse: is this flirting? if so, i’m loving it
Michael: Not too corny?
mouse: the perfect amount
mouse: better than when guys either try to act nonchalant or when they practically propose marriage right off the bat
Michael: Can’t really blame them for the last one.
mouse: oh shut up
Michael: You gonna make me?
Biting his bottom lip, Dennis’ slowly typed back a repsonse.
mouse: maybe i will