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Dennis should be used to it by now, but the firm hand on his shoulder still comes as a surprise at times. It startles him out of his studying and makes him jump in his seat at Dr Robby’s work station. Even though his initial reaction is to flinch, the fear washes away immediately. He knows who it is every time, never needs to look when a hand slides across his back or rests on his hip to move him out of the way. Three months full of twelve hour shifts in the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center Emergency Department has made for a lot of opportunities for his attending’s hands on his body.
“Didn’t mean to scare you,” Robby whispers, leaning down close to Dennis’s ear. “I need my computer for a minute.”
“Oh, sorry, sir, I’ll—”
Dennis doesn’t finish his sentence, just starts gathering the notes he’s been going over and all of his pens and the energy drink he’s been drinking. He tries to push back in the wheeled chair, but he doesn’t move more than a few inches.
Robby doesn’t let him up.
He’s standing still behind the chair, keeping Dennis in place with his knees under the desk and nowhere to go. The warmth of his chest presses to Dennis’s back, his arm coming around to reach the mouse. Dennis is caged in like a trapped animal and he wonders what misstep he made that led to his capture.
It’s not like he’s the only person to sit at Robby’s work station, but usually when he needs it, whoever’s there is given a chance to vacate.
This, however, is torture for Dennis. In the sweetest kind of way. The kind of torture that means heat swirling deep in his stomach and radiating to his cunt. He likes it too much; Robby touching him and leaning against him and grabbing him and moving him and treating him differently than he treats the others. And that makes it torture because nothing can ever happen, and Dennis is pretty sure most of it is just in his head.
“I’ll be quick,” Robby says.
Dennis wants to tell him to take his time. He wants to say a lot of things, really. He wants to ask ‘why me?’ and he wants to demand ‘get me alone and stop being a coward,’ but he doesn’t say any of that. Enough boundaries have been pushed and crossed as it is, and anything he could say would be based on assumptions. Robby’s twice his age and could have anyone else, and Dennis is just a touch-starved med student who latched onto the first man who put his hands on him kindly. Not that any of that means it’s completely off the table, but Dennis doesn’t really feel like he has a whole lot to offer.
Movement behind Dennis and a bump of knuckles against his back tells him that Robby’s pulling his glasses out of his chest pocket. Dennis wants to turn and look, but he doesn’t want to be obvious. He stares enough as it is, heats up and goes beet red whenever Robby touches him, purposefully gets in his way just so he’ll be physically moved out of it, and he’s already leaning back into Robby’s body, so. So turning around and salivating at the sight of Robby in his reading glasses while they’re close enough to breathe on each other probably isn’t the best idea.
It didn’t used to be this bad. In the beginning, Dennis wasn’t so obsessed, wasn’t aching with need every time Robby was near. He had a little crush in the beginning, maybe, but it has spiraled so far out of his control that he thinks it has to be completely obvious at this point.
Anything he can do to mitigate that obviousness is probably for the best.
“So,” Robby says as he clicks around with his mouse.
Dennis doesn’t look at the screen, doesn’t look back at Robby, just looks down at his notebook cover and the pen laid on top of it. He lines it up with the spine of the book just for something to do with his hands.
“Your rotation’s ending soon. Where’re you going next?” Robby asks. “And when can we expect you back?”
“Well, it’s not really up to me where my residency is, I mean, they take my choice into account, but it’s not a sure-thing,” Dennis answers like this is just a normal conversation. Like Robby isn’t leaning into his personal space, like it isn’t making his dick throb with interest to be this close to him. “I still haven’t exactly decided what I want to go into yet, either, so…”
He’s pretty much decided on it, but he doesn’t want to sound too eager. He’s been thinking some time away from the ER will do him some good. He can get over Robby during his next rotation and come back for his residency ready to do good work with minimal distractions. Right now, the distraction is too much. He’s scared he’s going to start making mistakes.
“You’ll be coming back,” Robby says matter-of-factly. Which has to mean he wants Dennis to come back. It means he’s doing something to make sure that happens. “You want to, right?”
“Well, yeah, I mean, I’ve really enjoyed being in emergency medicine, and it would be nice to be matched with a hospital I’m familiar with.”
“You’ll be back,” Robby says again.
He clicks something on the computer with an air of finality and then stands up straight again. He puts his hand on Dennis’s shoulder again, squeezes it, rubbing his thumb right where Dennis’s shirt touches his neck.
A shiver ripples through him, his whole body twitching at the touch. Robby’s hand drops like he suddenly remembered where they are, and Dennis finally allows himself to turn in the chair and look at him.
Robby scratches the back of his neck, face scrunching like he wants to say something but is fighting against it. Dennis doesn’t want to get his hopes up, but part of him always does. Robby lives in his fantasies, a future with him creeps into the edges of his thoughts even when he doesn’t mean for it to, even if it’s just for a second before he pulls himself out of it.
“Look, I…” Robby trails off. “Let me take you out for a drink after work. To congratulate you on finishing your emergency rotation.”
No mention of Javadi, who is also about to finish her own rotation before moving on to psych for her next one. Dennis doesn’t know if she’ll be coming back here after she gets more experience elsewhere. Shouldn’t Robby want to send her off with a friendly celebration, too?
“Oh. Uh.”
“Or not?”
“No, I mean. Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yeah, I’ll go out for a drink with you.”
“Sweet. Find me at seven. Don’t be late.”
Robby disappears after that and Dennis gets pulled out to chairs with McKay for the rest of his shift. He’s grateful for the space between him and everyone else right now. McKay is cool, and if she notices Dennis is a little jittery today, she’s cool enough not to mention it.
When he sees Dr Ellis arrive, he knows there isn’t much more time left in his shift, and ‘a little jittery’ turns into full-fledged anxiety. He knows he has no reason to be nervous, but he is. Not necessarily because of the Robby of it all, but because Dennis doesn’t really have much experience in the dating department. If this even is a date, which Robby didn’t say it was, so Dennis shouldn’t even assume—
“You can head out,” McKay says with a kind smile. “Night shift is trickling in, and I’m good out here. Go get some sleep, okay? You look like you need it.”
Dennis nods his head in thanks, wishes her a good night, and hurries toward the lockers. Trinity is already there, leaning against the row of lockers with her bag slung over her shoulder and a slight blush on her cheeks while she talks to Ellis.
“I’ll see you later?” Ellis flashes a smile at Trinity and shuts her locker.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah,” Trinity laughs nervously, and Dennis thinks she might start twirling her hair around her finger if she’s given enough time. “Twelve hours, right? I’ll be here.”
“Have a good night, Doctor Santos.”
“Yup,” Trinity says with a salute. “You too. Parker. I mean, Doctor Ellis. Have a good night.”
As soon as Dr Ellis is gone, Trinity puts her face against one of the locker doors and groans.
“If it helps, I think she’s into you,” Dennis offers as he pulls up on the locker handle to open it. He pulls his backpack out, and then his jacket.
“I’m such a loser sometimes. Twelve hours, right? God, Santos, be cool for once,” Trinity mumbles to herself with a shake of her head. She twirls her car keys around her finger and looks at Dennis. “Are you ready to go?”
Robby walks into the locker room, and suddenly the hallway feels a little too crowded. He slips past Dennis, close enough that he just barely touches him by accident, and Dennis struggles to find his train of thought.
“I have plans with someone?” Dennis answers after a second too long for his liking.
He’s too obvious. The night shift is shuffling in and Dennis can’t help but think they’re all going to figure it out. It’s bad enough that people on his own shift see him making goo goo eyes at their attending, he doesn’t need the opposite shift to see it too.
“Are you asking me, or telling me?” Trinity snorts.
“I have plans with someone,” Dennis says again.
“O-o-okay,” she says, drawn out like she doesn’t quite believe him, like she’s waiting for him to say he’s just kidding. “You have plans. That I’m just now hearing about. You never have plans. I’m your only friend.”
Dennis rolls his eyes at her. “Okay, well, I do. Thanks, though. I’m glad you think so highly of my social life.”
“We’re doctors, Huck, we don’t get to have social lives.”
Dennis shrugs and shakes his head, like whatever. “I’ll walk you to your car.”
He meets eyes with Robby, silently asking if that’s okay, and he gets a nod in response.
“Wait,” Trinity says, grabbing Dennis’s arm to stop him. “Is it someone from the hospital?”
“Why would you think that?”
“Because you’re leaving from here instead of coming home? Like, you aren’t even gonna change out of your scrubs? You’re obviously going somewhere with someone who’s already here and doesn’t care that there’s probably piss on you.”
“I—”
That’s actually a good point.
“I could still change,” he says instead of admitting that Trinity is right.
“Cut the shit, Whit. Who are you going out with?”
“Okay, fine,” Dennis says. “I was going to tell you as soon as we got outside.”
“Oh shit, you don’t want anyone to know.”
Dennis doesn’t say anything until they’re out of the hospital and out of earshot of anyone else. It’s not like it’s a secret. He knows Perlah was standing nearby when Robby was leaning over him earlier, and he thinks Samira was within hearing range when Robby asked, so it’s definitely not a secret. Dennis just doesn’t want to sound like an idiot around anyone else if he’s reading too far into things.
“Robby’s taking me out for a drink,” Dennis finally tells her.
“Wait, really? Are you pulling my leg right now? I don’t know whether I should be happy for you or not. I mean, I know you like him, but he’s our boss… It could get messy.”
Dennis appreciates that she cares even if there’s probably nothing to worry about whatsoever.
“Well, it’s not even a date, so,” Dennis shrugs. “It’s to celebrate me being almost done with this rotation. Just a drink between colleagues. Nothing more.”
“So I take it Crash is going with you?”
“He didn’t say anything about her.”
“Right.”
“So you do think it’s a date, though?”
“I think Robby’s been wanting to jump your bones since day one, dude. I can’t believe he actually has the balls to make a move, though. This could ruin his career. Maybe yours, too.”
“As far as I know, it’s not the first time he’s been involved with a med student. I don’t think anyone really cares.”
Word gets around the Pitt. Someone will let something slip like ‘Robby has trouble committing,’ someone else asks how they know that, and then glances are thrown in directions, and voices get lowered, but not enough, and suddenly Dennis knows way too much about everybody involved.
That knowledge, however, has kept Dennis from losing hope completely.
“I don’t want you to get hurt. You know I’ll have to pick up the pieces if you do and I don’t think we’ve known each other long enough for that.”
“I’m not gonna get hurt.”
“Okay,” Trinity says. “Just, if you do. I’m here. And tonight, if you need me to, I’ll come get you.”
Dennis nods. He knows. The past three months have taught him that underneath all the sharp edges of sarcasm and deflection, Trinity Santos is a big softy who really does care about people.
“Hey, you don’t think he’s, like, some sort of chaser, do you?”
She nudges him in the side with her elbow, and Dennis knows the earnest moment is lost.
“What? No,” Dennis says. “I mean. Why would you say that? Why would you put that in my head?”
“Text me if you’re coming home, or not, okay?” she says when they make it to her car. “I can bring you some clean clothes tomorrow, but you’ll have to do the walk of shame into the ER to get them.”
“Gee, thanks.” Dennis rolls his eyes. “I’ll probably be home. It’s not a date. And if it was, I still don’t appreciate your assumption that I’m gonna spend the night with him.”
“You love me, Huckleberry.” She opens the driver’s side door and salutes him before getting in. “See you tomorrow.”
*
Dennis makes his way back into the hospital through the ambulance bay. A few nightshift nurses and doctors nod in his direction, and someone asks if he’s just now coming in for the day. He dodges people and questions and glances as he searches for Robby again.
Something in him thinks that maybe Robby left without him. He could’ve gotten the wrong impression of the relationship between Dennis and Trinity and decided not to get in the way of it. Not that going out for one drink with Robby means anything that could ruin a relationship if it existed, but—
“Whitaker, there you are,” Robby says from behind just as a big hand settles on his shoulder.
Robby spins him around, turns him face to face, looking down as he nearly towers over Dennis, and gives him a sweet little smile that crinkles his eyes.
“Here I am,” Dennis says. “So, uh, who else is coming?”
He has to know. He has to know if this is something or not. He has to know if he’s reading too far into everything.
“Oh,” Robby says, his smile dropping ever so slightly. “Just us, if that’s okay with you.”
It is, of course it is, but Dennis doesn’t want to sound too eager so he just nods, and says, “Okay, cool.”
Robby leads him out of the hospital, that hand never leaving his shoulder. Dennis doesn’t want to think about how that might look to other people. Do they see how much Robby has his hands on him? Do they think Dennis is only here because he’s fucking their boss? Or do they see it as nothing? Maybe it is nothing. It’s probably nothing.
They reach a car and when they stop next to it, Robby’s hand stays on him, thumb pressing against his neck. Dennis just looks at him, the way the lines around his eyes crinkle as he smiles down at Dennis.
He doesn’t know if any of this is normal, but he doesn’t want it to stop.
“You’re nervous. Aren’t you?” Robby asks softly.
“What? No. Why would I be nervous?”
“Your heart rate is elevated.”
He rubs his thumb over Dennis’s pulse point and it makes him shiver. He wishes he could just play it off as the late November weather, but he knows it’s obvious.
Is this how Doctors flirt? Is Robby going to pull out a pen light and check his pupils to see if they’re equal and reactive next?
“I’m good. I’m okay,” Dennis says. “Sorry.”
“What are you sorry for?”
Dennis doesn’t really know. It just felt like the right thing to say, but now he’s not so sure. He’s fucking this all up and Robby is going to change his mind, not that Dennis even knows what his mind would be changed from because this is not a date.
How many times can he tell himself that before it gets old?
“What is this?” Dennis blurts out. He stumbles over his words, trying to get them out without sounding too pathetic. “I mean — is this a-a date, or just… Tell me this means something. Please.”
Robby presses his thumb deeper into Dennis’s skin, his hand squeezing where it rests on his shoulder, he slides it down to Dennis’s chest and gently pushes him back against the car door. The world falls away, and all Dennis sees is Robby. All he smells is the scent of hospital antiseptic and the cigarettes Robby pretends he doesn’t sneak every chance he gets. They’re so close now, Dennis is scared just breathing will pop the bubble he’s found himself.
“Fuck,” Dennis whispers.
“I hope I’m not being too forward,” Robby says. “But I want to be clear: I really like you, Whitaker.”
“Dennis,” he whispers. “Call me Dennis.”
“I’ll call you whatever you want, baby.”
“Oh fuck. That one. Call me that.”
“You know, I had a whole plan,” Robby says. “I was going to take you out, buy you a drink or two, invite you to dance… I was going to be real subtle about it, you weren’t even supposed to know it was a date until I had you pressed against me on the dance floor, but now…”
“But now?” Dennis presses.
“But now I just really want to take you home.”
Before he can start to question whether he actually heard that right, he nods his head.
“I’m — yup, I’m good with that plan.”
Robby takes a step back and reaches around Dennis to open the car door for him. He stands there while Dennis climbs into the passenger seat and situates his backpack at his feet, and then Robby shuts the door when Dennis has all his body parts inside. He circles the front of the car, opens the backdoor to put his own backpack on the floor behind the driver’s seat, and then he gets into the car.
As soon as the door slams shut, it feels like all the air has been sucked out of the car.
Dennis isn’t nervous, he really isn’t. He’s… Just out of his depth.
Like, okay, Robby established that he likes Dennis and wants to take him home, so that removes a very prominent line of thinking he’s been trying to avoid all day while miserably failing, but… Now what?
He doesn’t know what’s actually allowed here. If he tries to kiss Robby, would it be welcome? If he touched him, would Robby let his hands wander?
“I don’t live too far from here,” Robby says. “Unless you still wanna get that drink?”
And okay, that does sound like a pretty good idea. A drink in his system would do wonders for his nerves, just enough to make him a little looser after all the tension today.
“Yeah,” Dennis says. “Buy me a drink.”
*
The bar is kind of a shithole. Darkened room with a sticky bar top and floors. Smoke hanging in the air, swirling with the scent of spilled booze. The liquor shelf leaves something to be desired, and Dennis thinks the only food they have is a barrel full of peanuts.
It’s out of the way, though, and it’s clear Robby chose this bar because no one else from work would ever turn up here on purpose. If anyone sees them out together — on a date, Jesus Christ — he’d never be able to show his face at PTMC again.
Robby orders for the both of them which is very welcome because Dennis doesn’t think their selection is very wide and he doesn’t want to make a fool of himself asking for stuff they don’t have.
He gets guided over to a booth with a hand on his back and a barely-cold beer in his hand. The table rocks, the base of it is missing something to make it uneven, or maybe it’s just the floor, Dennis doesn’t know. The upholstery on the booth bench has seen better days.
It almost reminds him of the dive bars out on quiet country roads back home. Ones he would sneak into with his friends as a teenager because they never carded, before the pandemic and med school stole his social life.
Robby slips into the side opposite, his foot casually touching Dennis’s leg under the table.
They lean in close to hear each other over the crack of pool sticks and the music playing over the tinny speakers. Robby asks him about home, and Dennis tells him. Yeah, three brothers. I’m the youngest. Daniel, David, and Darrell. — Yup, all D names, my mom was kind of crazy about that.
Robby tells him about growing up with his grandma. Parents died when I was a kid — Nah, don’t be sorry, kid, it’s okay. It’s been fifty years, you know? I barely knew ‘em. My grandma raised me ‘til she died in ‘06. Even after I was grown up, I was still her ‘little Mikey.’ Didn’t matter that I’ve been six feet tall since the tenth grade, and she was five foot one on a good day. Little Mikey.
He says it with a bittersweet smile, shaking his head as he remembers it.
Dennis apologizes for his grandma’s death, and Robby doesn’t tell him not to apologize for that one.
Their beers get drained and replaced, the conversation flows until Dennis’s phone chimes, and he knows he should check it because it’s probably Trinity, so he does.
How’s it going?
He texts back: Good. Definitely a date. See you tomorrow.
“Just Santos,” Dennis tells Robby. “Wondering if I’ll be coming home tonight.”
The phone goes back in his pocket, and Robby is looking across the table at him with a look on his face that Dennis can only describe as fond.
“You two are living together,” Robby says. It’s not a question, but it feels like he didn’t even know it until now.
“Yeah. I mean, we’re… I was sort of in between places and she had a spare room.”
He leaves it at that, and Robby doesn’t ask any more questions about it. The subject changes, Dennis talks about career options, and Robby makes it clear that the PTMC Emergency Department is the place for him. Robby gets a bowl of peanuts at some point and Dennis switches from the shitty beer to a plain Coke that doesn’t have enough syrup in it, and he excuses himself to the restroom with stickers all over the toilet seats, and he looks in the mirror and kind of hopes he doesn’t have to come to this bar ever again. Despite all of that, he gets why Robby likes it compared to the sterile hospital he spends all his hours in.
When he returns, Robby has his jacket on and the tab is paid, and he helps Dennis into his own jacket again like a gentleman.
Outside again in the cool night air, Dennis gets pushed against a brick wall, Robby’s warm body shielding him from the cold. Hands find his face, and Dennis is given a second to register what’s happening before Robby starts leaning in. He has to bow his head, and Dennis tilts his chin up to meet him halfway, and their lips touch, and the beer flavored kiss is more intoxicating than any of the drinks he swallowed.
The scratch of Robby’s beard against his cold face lights him up all over. Robby sets a fire inside him, makes him feel wanted — needed. Just one kiss, and Dennis already wants this forever.
What a dangerous thought to have about his boss, a man twice his age.
He slips his hands into Robby’s back pockets and drags him in closer, tighter. He can’t help but moan into the kiss, and he can feel Robby’s smile against his mouth. The street is empty, but any more of this and Dennis thinks what they’re doing might start to look obscene.
He pulls his face to the side, breaking the kiss with heaving breaths. Robby seems similarly affected, mouth hanging open and lips kiss-red.
“Take me home,” Dennis whispers, unable to resist stealing another kiss from Robby’s lips.
Robby lives in a two bedroom apartment near the hospital. It’s not very big, but it’s homey. Lived in. Robby leads him into the kitchen and puts his keys and hospital badge in a bowl on the counter. There’s a coffee mug in the sink and pictures of people Dennis doesn’t know on the fridge door. He thinks one of them might be his grandma, a small woman with the same brown eyes and a bright smile on her face.
“I should’ve asked if you ate anything today,” Robby says, opening the fridge to look inside it. “Are you hungry? I can whip something up quick.”
“No, I’m okay,” Dennis says.
He had a sandwich off the cart around noon and Trinity shoved a protein bar in his hand and stood there until he ate it at five. He’s used to eating less some days, and he doesn’t want to wait any longer to have Robby’s hands back on him.
“Maybe later?” Robby suggests.
Robby’s bedroom has little more than a bed, two nightstands, and a dresser. One nightstand has stuff on it — a book, a bottle of lotion, an empty glass, and a lumpy ceramic bowl that Robby drops his watch in — and the other is empty. There’s an open door on one wall that Dennis can see is a bathroom, and sliding closet doors right next to it.
He gets back up toward the bed, Robby’s mouth finding his and only disconnecting when Dennis sits. He pushes himself back to the headboard, resting back against plush pillows in blue cases, and Robby’s hands find his thighs and pull them open so he can put one knee in between them. He isn’t touching him yet, but he’s so close.
They kiss, lips wet and their tongues in each other’s mouths. It’s been so long since he’s kissed anyone, he’s been worried he forgot how, but it’s clear by how Robby groans into the kiss that he’s doing just fine.
Robby’s wandering hands get Dennis’s shirt off, and he watches where he throws it in the corner of the room. Off-handedly, he says, “I can wash your scru—” and loses the word in his throat as he makes eye contact with Dennis’s chest.
Dennis looks down, then back up at Robby. His mouth hangs open in shock, and Jesus, Dennis really thought he knew, but this could ruin everything. He doesn’t think Robby’s a bigot — in fact, he knows he isn’t one — but this isn’t what he signed up for.
“Fuck, you’re…” Robby trails off.
“Yeah, uh,” Dennis says. “I thought you knew. If that’s a problem, I—”
“Fuck no,” Robby says quickly, tilting his head down to catch Dennis in a quick, reassuring kiss. “Not a problem. Just didn’t know.”
He slides his hands up Dennis’s torso, up to lightly trace the twin scars on his chest with his thumbs. He dips his head, mouth pressing hot and wet to his collar bone. Dennis tips his head back against the plush pillow, exposing the length of his neck to Robby’s wandering lips. He feels the little pinch of a bite, quickly followed by a swipe of his tongue over the stinging bit of skin.
Dennis groans deep in his throat, and pulls Robby in so his knee nudges against Dennis’s throbbing clit through their clothes. He grinds against it, body arching and cunt aching, and Robby grips his chin and kisses his mouth and swallows Dennis's spilling moans.
“Okay, baby,” Robby whispers, breath heavy against Dennis’s cheek. A kiss to his cheek bone, and another stolen from his mouth, then he pulls away and his hand slides away from Dennis’s jaw. “Okay, look at me.”
Dennis opens his eyes and feels drunk on the sight of Robby so close to him.
“Before we go any further, you want this, right?” Robby asks gently. At Dennis’s nod, he says, “Because if you’re just doing this because you think you have to, you don’t. Okay? The letters of recommendation are written, and your job—”
“Stop, hey,” Dennis says, reaching up to cup Robby’s cheek. He slides his thumb over a patch of white hairs, a gentle back and forth. “That’s not why I’m here. Forget about that.”
“Okay,” Robby agrees, eyes squeezed shut as he nods his head. “Okay. Good. That’s good.”
“Okay, good. Can you get back to it now?”
Robby snorts a laugh and shakes his head, his smile growing. “Get back to it, huh? Didn’t peg you for bossy, Whitaker.”
Dennis rolls his eyes, and Robby leans down to kiss him again.
He reaches in between them, fingers searching until they find the waistband of Dennis’s pants. He toys with it for a second, finding his underwear, too, before slipping the hand inside them. The first touch to his dick makes him twitch and roll his hips up.
“Okay?” Robby asks.
Dennis wants to tell him he doesn’t need to, he doesn’t need to worry because he could do just about anything right now and Dennis would be into it. Except some weird stuff, probably, but he doesn’t think Robby’s mind is —
“Baby,” Robby says. “Are you with me?”
“I’m with you. Feels good.”
Satisfied with that answer, the fingers on his dick slide and press against it, sweet heat zipping up and down his body. He’s soaked, and Robby slips his fingers through it, spreading him open and sliding back to his dick with more wetness to spread over it, rubbing more insistently. Dennis squirms, reaches out to touch before dropping his hand again. A little unsure of what to do, feeling too good to think too hard about it.
“You can touch me, Den,” Robby whispers. He pulls his hand out of Dennis’s pants and takes his wrist. “Feel…”
Dennis presses his hand to feel the hardness of Robby’s cock through his pants. He curls his hand around it through the fabric. Fuck, he’s thick and long, and Dennis might die if he doesn’t get that inside him soon.
“That’s for you,” Robby says. “Feel it? That’s all you, baby.”
His stomach tingles, arousal spreading down to his pussy. He needs something inside him soon or he’ll lose it.
“Off,” Dennis says, pushing at Robby’s waistband. “I need you in me.”
Robby hops off the bed and pulls his shirt over his head. He shoves his pants down along with his underwear and steps out of them, then grabs Dennis’s waistband and tugs them off too. Everything gets thrown in the same corner as his shirt, and they’re both naked, looking at each other and taking it all in.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. This is happening. This is happening. Dennis is naked in his boss’s bed, and his pussy is wet and dripping, and his dick is hard and twitching, and fuck. Robby’s cock stands hard and heavy, and he watches as a hand wraps around it and strokes it a few times.
“C’mere,” Dennis demands.
Robby’s back on him in a second, his hand finding a home between Dennis’s legs. He slips his fingers through the wetness around his hole, gathering it up and spreading it. He presses one finger to Dennis’s entrance and presses his mouth to his throat as it slips in.
He thumbs at Dennis’s cock, working him up and getting him even wetter. Another finger slides in easily, and Dennis wants to say he doesn’t even need it, that he can take Robby’s cock right now, but he loses the train of thought when Robby moves down the bed and laps at his dick.
“Jesus, fuck,” Dennis pants.
Lips wrap around him, tongue circling and licking. He fingers Dennis and sucks his cock, and Dennis has been so worked up all day he cums hard and fast, body arching, cunt grinding against Robby’s tongue and fingers, and holy fucking shit. Dennis’s attending physician just gave him one of, if not, the best orgasm of his life.
Robby comes back up after licking Dennis through it, and his mouth is wet when he kisses him, and his fingers get wiped on the sheets.
“That was — shit. I mean — it wasn’t shit, it was — fuck.”
Robby laughs and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“One second,” he says, leaving a kiss on the corner of Dennis’s jaw before pulling away.
The drawer of his nightstand opens and he rummages around for a second. Dennis watches as his frown becomes deeper, and the space between his furrowed eyebrows shrinks.
“Fuck. I don’t have a condom. Are you on birth control?”
“No,” Dennis whines.
He was at one point, but between being homeless and barely being able to cover the cost of meals and his HRT while rarely finding the time for sex, it wasn’t really a priority. He wants to say ‘fuck me anyway,’ and ‘don’t make me wait any longer.’ He wants to tell Robby to fuck him deep and cum inside him and deal with the consequences later. That’s a bad idea, though. He knows that’s a bad idea.
“What if I promise to get you a plan B in the morning?” Robby asks.
Dennis finds himself nodding, even if he knows it’s a bad idea. It doesn’t take nearly four years of medical school to know that, and he’s surprised Doctor Robby of all people is suggesting it instead of just finding a condom.
“Yeah?”
“Yes. Yeah.”
“Fuck. You’re perfect. Okay,” Robby says. “You okay? You need a break?”
Dennis shakes his head. “Fuck me.”
He spreads his legs open, one hand trailing down his chest and stomach, down to spread himself open with his fingers. He clenches around nothing in anticipation, just waiting. But Robby looks like he’s in a trance, eyes focused on Dennis’s fingers playing with his pussy. He rubs at his sensitive dick, rolling his hips against his hand.
“Robby,” he groans impatiently.
“Sorry, fuck, you’re — you really are perfect.”
And he lines up and pushes in, and Dennis can’t believe this is happening. It doesn’t feel real because how could it be? He’s been crushing helplessly and hopelessly for what feels like an eternity. Three months worth of twelve hour shifts, not a single day going by without Robby getting into his personal space but never making a move.
“Is that good?” Robby breathes shakily when he bottoms out, pressing wet kisses to Dennis’s throat. “Feel good, baby?”
Dennis whines, the sound vibrating in his throat as Robby licks over another tiny bite. He’s going to be littered in marks, and everyone’s gonna know. The entire hospital is going to put two and two together and get Robby fucked Whitaker last night, it’s all over both of their faces. And yet — he doesn’t care.
He throws his head back against the pillows, body arching, hips lifting and grinding back down on Robby’s cock. Robby just lets him, just lets Dennis use him, not moving yet.
“You—” Robby grunts. He swears under his breath, and Dennis clenches around him, squeezing his cock in his tight wet pussy as he tries to fuck himself on Robby’s cock.
“I want—” Dennis groans. He wants to flip them over and ride Robby into the mattress, wants to feel his hands gripping his hips hard enough to bruise while he rides Robby with everything he has.
If he only gets one shot at this, he wants to make it count.
“Anything.”
He gets Robby to pull out and lay down, and Dennis wastes no time climbing on top of him. He reaches between his legs, guiding Robby’s cock to his slippery hole. The tip kisses his opening, and Dennis presses himself down, the head popping just inside. It slides in easily as Dennis sits down fully.
Dennis splays his hands on Robby’s chest, firm and broad and hairy under his touch. He leans forward, pressing down to give himself leverage as hands find his hips.
“Fuuuck,” Robby groans as soon as Dennis starts moving.
He lifts and drops himself, circling his hips. Beneath him, Robby thrusts upwards, fucking up to meet Dennis on each downward thrust of his body. His clit grinds against Robby when he has him buried to the hilt, and he thinks he could cum like this, just rolling his hips and grinding his dick into Robby’s body.
“Shit, baby, if only you could see yourself,” Robby whispers.
And that’s something coming from him, honestly. Dennis doesn’t think he’s been more attracted to anyone in his life. He never really knew he had a thing for older men until his first day in the ED when Robby put his hands on him just hours into knowing him. Now all he sees when he closes his eyes these days is soft brown eyes surrounded by age lines and a beard scattered with grays. He sees a man who’s lived more life than him, has experience and stories and more stability than Dennis has in his own life. Even if that last one isn’t saying much.
It’s easy to fall in love with someone like Robby. He’s figured that out.
“I’m going to cum,” Dennis pants. “Fuck, Robby, fuck me, I’m—”
He falls forward to kiss Robby, one hand shoved between them to jerk off his little cock, the other elbow bracing himself beside Robby’s head. Robby’s grip on his hips tightens and his feet plant into the mattress, and then he’s fucking up into Dennis hard and fast, and it’s all so much. He has his sweet release just within reach, and he chases it, letting it build up inside him.
“Come on, baby, c’mon, cum for me. I’m right there, too.”
A broken, choked out moan falls from Dennis’s lips and he trembles with the force of his orgasm. Robby doesn’t stop fucking him deep, keeps going as Dennis falls apart on top of him, as everything gets wetter and louder, skin slapping and moans spilling.
“I’m coming, fuck,” Robby grunts.
He pushes his throbbing, twitching cock as deep as he can and spills hot and wet inside of him. He floods Dennis with his cum, fucking it in as it slips out, until both of them are just boneless and panting.
Dennis lifts up and Robby’s cock slips out, the cum sliding out of his well-fucked pussy along with it. He tries to squeeze around nothing, to hold it inside him as it drips down onto Robby’s softening dick and graying pubes.
One of Robby’s hands leaves his hip and two fingers press inside, plugging him up and fucking his release back in.
“Jesus,” Dennis breathes.
“This has nothin’ to do with him,” Robby teases. He pulls his fingers out and reaches for a travel-size pack of tissues in his nightstand drawer. He pulls one out of the plastic wrapper and starts wiping Dennis up with it, careful to avoid his over-sensitive cock. “You can shower if you want.”
“Yeah,” Dennis agrees. He moves off of Robby and flips over onto his back on the bed. “In a minute.”
“Take your time.”
He knows he’ll have to get up pretty soon to piss and clean himself up, but he just wants to bask in this a little while longer.
“Is this, I mean… Was this a one-time thing?”
“Is that what you want?”
Dennis doesn’t answer. No, that’s not what he wants at all. He wants Robby to keep him forever, but he knows Robby might not feel the same way. Robby is his boss. No matter how good he fucks Dennis or how sweetly he calls him baby, that’s all it can be.
Right?
“Dennis,” Robby murmurs, hand reaching out to touch his cheek. He slides his thumb softly over his cheek, the lines between his brows crinkling with concern. “I don’t want this to be a one-time thing. Do you?”
“No,” Dennis answers softly. He closes his eyes and tilts his face more firmly into Robby’s large hand. “I want… something. With you. I want this to be something.”
“Then it is,” Robby says, leaning in to press his own smiling lips to Dennis’s mouth. “We should keep it under wraps, though. Okay? I don’t want this to affect your career.”
Dennis nods. That much goes without saying.
“You go shower, okay? I’ll go put your clothes in the wash, and then I’ll run to the store for that morning-after pill.”
“And condoms,” Dennis adds.
Robby smiles. “And condoms. We should get you on birth control.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I was… I just… I can’t afford it right now. I’m barely scraping by with my T shots. I mean, Trinity helps, but I—”
“It’s okay. We’ll get it sorted out.”
“I can’t ask you to do that.”
“Maybe it’s just because I’m an old man and my hearing isn’t what it used to be, but I didn’t hear you ask.”
“I—”
Robby cuts him off with a kiss. “I know this is just… This is very new. But I don’t plan on letting you go any time soon, okay? I want to help you where you need help. Anything you need. Even if it’s just quarters for the vending machine.”
He pokes at Dennis’s ribs as he says it.
And this is all new. He doesn’t know what to say, or if he can accept, so he doesn’t say anything at all, just tilts his chin and kisses Robby so he’ll stop talking.
After a while, they part, and Dennis rolls out of bed. Robby tells him where the towels are, tells him there’s a brand new toothbrush under the sink if he needs it, offers him a change of clothes that he gladly accepts.
The sweatpants pool at his ankles when he gets dressed after his shower, and the t-shirt is soft and well-loved with a tiny hole in the collar and another in the arm pit. It’s one of Robby’s old college tee’s, the university logo faded but still visible.
It’s older than he is.
Maybe it’s fucked up that Dennis gets a little turned on by that. He really doesn’t care if it is, though.
Robby comes back, kisses Dennis when he sees him in his clothes, makes them both something to eat, and gives him a glass of water to take his pill. It’s getting late, and they both have to be back at the hospital at seven in the morning, but Dennis wants to stay up just to spend a little more time with him. If he’s tired all day tomorrow, well that’s no different than all the other days. It’s worth it this time, though, if it means he’s spending his time awake happy for once.
Yeah, it’s worth it, he thinks when he sees Robby watching him with rapt attention and a soft smile that crinkles the lines around his eyes. Dennis steals a kiss because he can.
It’s easy between them here in this little bubble. Dennis knows tomorrow might hold something different when they go back to work, he knows their relationship will have to stay hidden, but he doesn’t mind having something that’s entirely just for himself.