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The conversation keeps coming up no matter how hard he tries to avoid it. Of course all anyone wants to talk about in December is holiday plans. Who’s going home to visit family, who’s throwing a party, who's offering to cover shifts in exchange for favors (or cash).
Dennis finds himself in the last category. Definitely not going home, and it’s not like he really has anyone to invite over with Trin going out of town, so he might as well throw himself into work and pretend he doesn’t care about holidays anyways. He mostly manages with a few jokes about needing the extra money, which he does, and tries not to elaborate on why going home isn’t an option for him.
In fact, he’s doing so well at convincing people he doesn’t mind working their shifts and he needs the money that he ends up with a shift nearly every day for the two weeks surrounding Christmas before Dr. Robby pulls him aside and tells him to cut it out before he burns out. And he is right and he should leave it alone, but of course he doesn’t.
“Aren’t you working most of that week too?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
“That’s different,” Robby says.
“How’s it any different?” He frowns.
“I’m Jewish.” Robby grins, shrugging. “I don’t celebrate Christmas.”
Dennis rolls his eyes. “You still gotta take a break sometime.”
Robby laughs. “I’m taking the weekend after off, but thanks for your concern.” He nods and takes a step like he means to end the conversation, but then stops. “You’re really not doing anything on Christmas? Aren’t you…” he raises his hand making a vague gesture, somewhere pointed around Whitaker’s neck.
They’d never really talked about the specifics of his beliefs. It’s not exactly a conversation to get into in the hallway of an ER.
“I am doing something,” he responds, looking down at the patient’s chart he’s holding to avoid meeting Dr. Robby’s eyes. “I’m working.”
Robby gives him a look, but doesn’t fight him on that. “You should— If you want, Dr. Abbott and I are having dinner on Friday. I know it’s not exactly the day of, and it’s not a big party or anything, but just. If you want some company after work, that’s all.” he shrugs.
It takes him a second to process what he’s saying and another second to even begin to process how he should feel about that. Dr. Robby is… inviting him over for dinner?
“Uh, yeah, sure,” he hears himself saying.
“Yeah?” Dr. Robby smiles, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “Good. I’ll text you the address. And I’ll get someone else to take the Saturday shift.”
He’s really not sure what to expect when he arrives. Maybe Dr. Robby makes a habit of inviting over anyone who doesn’t have plans for the holidays, he did say Dr. Abbot would be there. Dennis hasn’t really had much of a chance to get to know him, but he knows him and Robby are close, or at least he's seen how they talk at handoffs. So maybe he doesn't invite over just anyone.
It doesn’t occur to him until he’s standing on the doorstep that maybe he should’ve brought something, but it’s a little late now. He knocks on the door, trying not to shiver as he waits, both from the cold and his nerves.
Dr. Robby opens the door, ushering him inside out of the cold before he can even get out much of a greeting. "Whitaker. Glad you made it."
"Sorry, I didn't bring anything," he apologizes, pulling off his jacket.
Robby just waves his hand. "We've already got more than enough food, don't worry. Jack takes any excuse to go all out."
Dr. Abbot pokes his head out from the kitchen, nodding at him. "Good timing. You can help carry out the food.”
He follows Robby into the kitchen, and they both follow Dr. Abbot’s orders of which dishes to put out, carrying them over to the dining room. It’s a big table and a lot of food, but only three plates. Which is maybe a little more intimate than he was expecting.
“You want something to drink?” Robby asks. “Beer, wine? Or Jack’s making some drink he found online, if you’re feeling brave.”
“Sure, yeah,” he’s really not sure what the right answer is, how eager he’s supposed to be about drinking with his bosses. “Uh, I’m sure whatever he’s making will be good.”
“Oh, then you have more faith in him than I,” Robby jokes, pulling out a chair and gesturing for him to sit. “This one was a— what’d you call it?” He calls into the kitchen, sitting down in the seat next to him.
“A clausmopolitan!” Abbot responds from the other room.
“Right, that.” Robby laughs, shaking his head. “Pretty sure he chooses these based on how funny the name is.”
Abbot carries in three glasses, setting one in front of Robby and handing another to Dennis, saying, "Here, try this."
“Thanks Dr. Abbot,” he says, taking the glass.
"Oh, just Jack. We're not working here," he corrects him.
“Right. Sure. Jack.” He's not exactly sure he’s supposed to be on a first name basis with attendings, but he also probably shouldn’t be drinking at their house, so maybe some lines have already been crossed. He takes a sip of his drink, and realizes after he maybe should have said something in response to that, saying they can call him Dennis, but he waited just a little too long and the moment’s passed.
“What’s the verdict?” Abbot— Jack, asks, and it takes him a second to realize he’s talking about the drink, not how he feels about names.
“Yeah, it’s good,” he swallows. He wasn't actually that focused on the taste, still too busy trying to figure out exactly why he's here and how he's supposed to behave. That seems to be good enough of an answer though, as Jack nods at him and makes Robby give his opinion next.
Jack sits down across from him and starts filling his plate, Robby nods and gestures for him to help himself. He tries not to take too much, just a little bit of everything. Robby looks over and takes his plate from him instead.
“Come on, you can eat more than that,” Robby piles more food on his plate for him. “And try some of the veggies too, they’re good for you.”
“I was gonna!” he protests, face red. He tries not to be too indignant about being treated like a child.
They manage to make a pretty good dent in the piles of food, Robby refilling his plate for him several more times, insistent he needs to eat more. He even gets talked into agreeing to take home leftovers.
"Okay, this time I really can't eat anymore," he insists, and Robby looks over at him and laughs. "What?"
"You've just got a little something," Robby tells him, pointing at his cheek.
"Or a lot of something," Jack chimes in, snorting.
"Oh, sorry," He flushes and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Did I get it?"
Robby just shakes his head, laughing, and reaches over, swiping his thumb over Dennis' mouth. And it's probably only in his imagination that the hand lingers, his thumb gently touching his lips. He can feel his face growing warmer, his pulse probably loud enough to hear.
Robby probably notices how hard he's staring because he pulls his hand back quickly and laughs it off. "You always make such a mess," he chides, but there's a fondness to the words.
He has to excuse himself to the bathroom to calm down after that.
When he makes his way back towards the kitchen, he has to stop for a second, reassuring himself he’s not drunk enough to be seeing things. He’s definitely not imagining the way Jack has Robby pressed up against the counter, a hand in his hair, pulling their mouths together. Grinding into each other, even. He really wasn’t sure what to expect when he came over, but walking in on his bosses making out was definitely not on the list.
Robby’s eyes open, and then widen, seeing him, and he shoves Jack away. He’s never seen Dr. Robby turn this red, he almost has to stop himself from laughing.
“Whitaker—” Robby sputters.
Jack turns around to look and just nods at him, like he didn’t just have his tongue down Robby’s throat in the middle of his kitchen.
“Uh. Sorry,” he tries to make words come out of his mouth that aren’t holy shit. “Didn’t mean to… interrupt.”
“No, no, we weren’t—” Robby starts trying and then gives up on denying it. “I— Didn’t hear you come back, is all.”
He’s still hesitating by the doorway, unsure if he should come in or retreat back to the bathroom.
“It’s— you’re fine,” Robby waves a hand, the other one rubbing the back of his neck.
“That—” he can’t seem to decide what to say, and Dennis doesn’t blame him. His own mind is racing, wondering if this is some secret relationship or a new thing. Maybe they just decided to go for it right now while he was in the bathroom for 5 minutes, who knows. He's not sure he can ask any of that, no matter how curious he is.
After a moment it occurs to Dennis that he should be crushed, seeing Robby, who he’s been crushing on for months, with someone else. But really, the main thing he's focused on is wondering why the hell Robby invited him over then, if this is meant to be a date between the two of them…
“You want another drink?” Jack asks, seemingly unfazed. “I got a list of Christmas themed cocktails to get through.”
“What, you trying to get me drunk or something?” Robby looks at Jack suspiciously.
“Now why would I do a thing like that?” Jack winks at Dennis, but he’s not exactly sure what the joke he’s supposed to be in on is. “How about you, Whitaker?”
He’s very tempted, the drinks were good, but he really should sober up and head home. Maybe sooner rather than later, just in case they’d rather be alone right now. If the kissing was meant to be a not-so-subtle way of letting him know he's overstaying his welcome. He shakes his head. “I should probably get going,”
“You don’t have to leave,” Robby looks disappointed. “I mean— if that made you uncomfortable,”
“No, it’s fine, it’s your house, right?” he shrugs, trying to sound casual. Hoping if his face is flushing they’ll just assume it’s the alcohol. Really, uncomfortable is about the last word he’d use to describe watching his two hot bosses making out. Extremely turned on is more like it. “I just uh, don’t wanna miss the bus,” he tries to excuse himself.
“What, you’re gonna go stand out in the cold waiting for a bus?” Robby asks, frowning at the idea.
“You know, we have a guest room,” Jack tells him. “If you want to stay for the night.”
“...Are you sure?” he tries not to ask if they’d rather he leave so they can fuck.
“Of course.” Robby nods. He’s still a little red. “I happen to know you have tomorrow off,”
He swallows. “Well, I guess in that case, sure, I’ll take another drink.”
Jack just gives him a thumbs up and goes to make the drinks.
Robby’s fidgeting with his sleeves, doing his best to not look at Dennis. It’s kind of cute, seeing him be the one embarrassed and awkward for a change. It’s usually the other way around, with Dennis having no idea how to respond to anything Robby does, anything he says to him, the way he touches him.
“Are you—” Robby starts, then cuts himself off, pursing his lips. “I didn’t mean to— we don’t normally do that. In front of other people.”
“It’s fine,” he tries to reassure him, unsure exactly what he should say. At the very least he should act like it isn’t a big deal, right? It’s not really any of his business anyway. “I don’t mind.”
Robby nods, crossing his arms and leaning back against the counter. “It’s not exactly a secret, but we try to keep it professional at work, more or less.”
“Usually less,” Jack chimes in, carrying over two mugs and handing one over to Robby. “Surprised you haven’t heard it from the rumor mill yet.”
“No, definitely not.” He doesn’t always pay attention to the gossiping at work, but he’s pretty sure he’d remember anything that involved Robby having a workplace tryst— or really just anything involving Robby in general.
“What’s this one?” he asks, grateful for the opportunity to change the subject, and Robby seems relieved as well.
“Well, according to the list, it’s a ‘drunk reindeer,’” Jack informs him, amused. “But it’s just hot chocolate with some liqueurs in it.”
“You really did pick them based on the names, huh?” he snorts.
“Pretty much,” Jack confirms.
Robby sips his drink and makes a face.
“What, you don’t like it?” Jack asks, passing the other mug to Dennis.
“Just— a bit strong, don’t you think?” He asks, coughing.
Jack shrugs, and looks over at Dennis for his opinion. He takes a sip, and it’s a little boozy, but not that much. He shrugs back.
“Guess you’re just a lightweight then, brother,” Jack says. Robby just rolls his eyes and takes another sip, making less of a face this time, but still slightly shaking his head after.
“You wanna watch a movie?” Jack asks, turning to grab his own drink.
“Sure, yeah.” Dennis nods.
He follows Jack into the living room and sits on the couch when he pats the seat next to him. Robby sits down on the other side of him, leaning back and stretching his arm over the top automatically.
Sitting in between them suddenly has a bit of a different meaning, now that he knows they’re… married? Dating? Together, at least. The kiss was far too familiar to be a spur of the moment drunk thing, and Robby’s not that drunk. Yet. Part of him kind of hopes he will be, will get loose enough that maybe Dennis will get another show. He didn’t get a chance to properly appreciate the first one, too stunned to take in the details.
“So, what are you into?” Jack asks casually, and he nearly chokes on his drink.
“Uh— Sorry?” he asks, sure he didn't mean where his mind is going.
“Movies,” Jack clarifies. “You got a favorite to watch for Christmas?”
“Uh, sure,” he’s not sure he can name a single movie at the moment.
“Let me guess. It’s a wonderful life? No no, I got it. Muppets’ Christmas carol.”
Robby snorts. “If you don’t say anything, he’s gonna make us watch Die Hard and claim it’s a Christmas movie.”
“It is!” Jack butts in, and Robby groans. They might be married.
“We usually watched Rudolph,” he answers, then kinda cringes, hoping that doesn’t make him sound even younger than he already is. “But, uh, we don’t have to, it’s kinda a kid’s movie.”
“Do you want to?” Robby asks, his hand coming down to rest on the back of his neck.
And he’s really not sure. It’s a tradition, sure, but it’s a tradition from home. From back then. It’s been a few years since he’s done anything for Christmas at all, too busy studying or too broke to buy anything or no one to do anything with. Usually all three.
He shakes his head. “Nah, whatever you guys wanna watch is fine.”
Robby and Jack are still debating on a movie, and seeing the way they talk so familiarly— it’s not anything new, anything he hasn’t heard from them before, except now it comes with the context that they were making out a few minutes ago and it all seems very different. He knows it's really none of his business but he can’t help his curiosity anyway.
“So, you two are…” he trails off, unsure exactly how to ask.
“Together.” Robby shrugs.
“It’s an open relationship,” Jack adds.
Oh my god.
“Jesus Christ, Jack." Robby groans. “Really?”
Suddenly, the coffee table is really interesting. His ears are burning and he’s definitely not looking up at either of them.
“What? I’m just saying.” Jack just shrugs, like it's the most normal thing to say.
Robby covers his face with his hands.
Okay, this time he can’t be misreading that, right? What possible reason would he have for saying that besides as a very unsubtle hint? He bites his lip, debating how exactly he’s supposed to respond to that. Maybe he waits a moment until Robby takes another sip of his drink.
“So, is that permission?” he asks. Robby chokes on his drink.
“An invitation,” Jack corrects. “If you’re interested.”
He tries not to laugh at the formality of it, not wanting to give off the wrong impression. “Yeah, I’d say I’m interested,” he tries to match his casual tone. Robby’s still coughing behind him.
He can't tell if Jack just wants to watch him fuck his husband, or if he's planning on joining in. There has to be a better way to phrase that than asking if this is a cuck thing. He settles on asking, “So, uh, is this like, for you, or are you just negotiating for your husband, or…?”
Jack smiles at that for just a half-second, a small quirk of the lips Dennis would’ve missed if he wasn’t staring so intently. “Both of us. Kind of a package deal.” He tries to play it off like a joke, but it's still a little more hesitant than his usual nonchalant demeanor.
“Yeah,” he nods. Trying to stay calm over his heart racing. “That sounds good. Both of you.”
“Yeah?” Jack tilts his head, almost smiling. “And if he starts saying something about how we really shouldn’t and it's unprofessional and potentially career-ruining, don’t listen.”
“It is,” Robby mutters halfheartedly from behind him, but he doesn’t seem to care all that much anymore.
“It’s okay, I won’t tell anyone,” Dennis promises. He knows how it sounds, and gets exactly the reaction he was expecting when Robby groans behind him and Jack’s eyes darken.
“Our little secret?” Jack teases, smirking. He doesn’t have to look behind him to know the effect it’s having on Robby, finally feeling like he’s in on the joke.
“Fuck’s sake.” Robby mutters, pulling on his knee so he turns to face him instead of Jack. He can feel his heart beating in his ears, his hands already reaching out to grab onto his shirt. Robby brings a hand up to his head, leaning forward, then pauses and pulls back a little.
“Just, you know this isn’t a work thing,” Robby adds, eyes worried again. “It won’t affect how we treat you at work if you don’t want this,”
“Oh my god, shut up and kiss me already.” He can hear Jack laughing behind him and doesn’t give Robby a chance to respond, leaning in to press their lips together.
Robby stops hesitating after that, a hand in his hair pulling him closer, barely letting him stop to breathe. He can still feel Jack behind him, Robby pressing him into his side, but he doesn’t get much of a chance to be self conscious about it, too busy kissing and touching and finally getting everything he’s been wanting.
Robby’s hands reach further upward, just resting on his upper thighs, and he’s half a second away from begging when he remembers he hasn’t actually come out to him yet. He hasn’t really told anyone at work, aside from Santos since she, well, walked in on him shirtless.
“Uh— wait,” he starts and Robby pulls back, concerned.
“Too much? We can stop—”
“No, no, just.” His hands are still holding onto Robby’s shirt, not letting him pull back too far. He swallows, looking down at his hands. “I just— I’m trans, by the way. Just thought I should say,”
“Oh.” Robby raises his eyebrows, then frowns. “Fuck.” He feels his heart sink, and it must show on his face because Robby immediately panics and starts reassuring him. “Wait, no, not like that, I just mean because Jack’s—” and he can already hear Dr. Abbot laughing behind him. “Gonna make fun of me,” Robby finishes, sighing.
“Told you you have a type,”
He turns around to look at him for an explanation, confused. Jack just lifts his shirt, and he’s not opposed to that but why— and then he sees the scar across his chest.
“Oh!” His eyes widen. “I didn’t know—”
He just hums in response, reaching for his shirt. “How ‘bout you?”
Dennis flushes but lets him pull it up, his fingers rubbing over the hem of his binder. “You been wearing this all day?” he asks, frowning. “You know that’s bad for your ribs.”
He half expects a lecture about the damages of long-term binding.
“Take it off,” Jack tells him— orders him, and the tone makes him shiver.
“Yes sir,” he responds instinctively, his hands moving before he can think, pulling his shirt over his head. Robby makes a strangled noise from behind him at that, and he tries not to be more embarrassed as he pulls his binder off, dropping both on the floor.
“Oh, is that how it is?” Jack asks, smirking. “You gonna be a good boy for us?”
He nods, trying not to seem too eager. Still unsure exactly how much he can push his luck here.
He’s still twisted around, facing Jack with his legs more or less in Robby’s lap. He feels hands reaching up behind him, resting on his sides just below his chest. “Can I?” Robby murmurs.
He opens his mouth to reply but Jack cuts him off. “Nope.” He looks up at him in confusion, and is pretty sure Robby’s giving him the same look from behind, his hands dropped down to Dennis’ hips.
“I don’t think you’ve earned it yet,” Jack says, smirking, and Dennis isn’t sure exactly which one of them he’s addressing, but either way he’s onboard.
“Come on,” Robby starts to complain, but stops quickly when Jack holds a hand up.
“I’ve been doing all the talking for you,” Jack points out. "You've barely said anything.”
“I kissed him!” he argues. And okay, now Dennis thinks he has some idea of what’s going on.
“Doesn’t count,” Jack dismisses his protest with a wave of his hand. "Go on, use your words.”
Robby groans, like asking him to talk about his feelings is the worst punishment Jack could’ve thought of. It probably is, for him.
Jack turns him around so they’re both watching Robby as he goes through his internal debate with a lot of head shaking and hand gestures, Jack’s chin resting on his shoulder. Eventually Robby pulls his head up from his hands and takes a breath, preparing himself.
“Dude. It's not like you’re telling me I'm dying,” Dennis can't hold himself back from teasing, just a little.
“No, that’s much easier, I do that every day,” Robby replies, and he can feel Jack laughing softly behind him.
“So, okay. The open relationship thing, he’s— well, it’s not exactly,” he’s already trailing off. “It’s not something we’ve done before. But we’ve been talking about it. About you.”
He nods. Okay, first threesome, might be a little awkward. Hopefully neither of them gets too jealous. By their ages, might be a midlife crisis, let’s spice up our marriage by bringing in a younger guy, that can surely only go well.
He’s not exactly sure when his own moral compass decided sleeping with a married couple was fine, but he guesses since it’s both of them and they both seem on board, he’s not technically a homewrecker. He tries not to think about if it was just Robby asking him, he’s not sure he wants to explore what he’d be willing to do for a chance to fuck him.
“And, look, this isn’t just a sex thing, okay?” Robby reaches out, resting a hand on his knee. “It’s important to me that you know that. I don’t want this to be some one time thing.”
And oh, that’s a lot more than he was expecting.
He doesn’t know how to respond, pretty sure his face is even more flushed than it was at the concept of a threesome. “Um,” is about all he can get out, his mouth hanging open slightly.
Robby frowns, pulling back a little. “If you don’t want that…”
“No!” He cuts him off. “It’s not that, I do, I just— really?”
“Really,” Jack confirms. “He’s kind of obsessed with you, you know.”
“What happened to letting me talk?” Robby huffs.
“You take too long,” Jack replies, shrugging. “I got bored.”
Dennis can’t help laughing at Robby’s over exaggerated groan. “Yeah, I'd like that,” he admits. “For this to be more than just one time. And like, dating…?” He hesitates, a little unsure.
Robby nods, laughing. “Yeah, like dating. I mean, can’t promise how often we’ll get to actually take you out, ER schedules and all, but. Yeah, something like that.”
“Okay. Yeah.” He nods, and leans forward to kiss Robby again, softer this time. “Yeah.”
Robby smiles. “That good enough for you, Jack?” he asks, looking up over Dennis’s shoulder.
“Good.” Jack nods, satisfied. He pulls the pillow from next to him and tosses it on the floor in front of the couch, snapping and pointing at it. Robby's already moving before he even says, “Knees.”
Jack maneuvers him around—he’s starting to realize he better get used to being manhandled by two attendings, not just one—so he's fully in his lap with his back pressed against him, pulling his legs apart slightly so that Robby’s kneeling in between them. Both their hands rest on his inner thighs, nearly entwining their fingers, and it's almost too much before anyone’s even touched him. He’s not sure he can handle having both their attention focused on him, in the middle. Luckily Jack seems to pretty clearly be taking the lead, which is good because the only thought in his brain right now is begging to be fucked.
“Now this is what he really wants,” Jack informs him, focusing him back on Robby kneeling in between his legs. Robby’s hands are on his knees, Jack’s dipping his fingers into his waistband. “You think he’s earned it?”
He nods so fast he makes himself dizzy. Jack just laughs at him softly, close enough that he feels the breath against the back of his neck.
“Go ahead.” Jack nods to Robby, and he’s reaching to unzip his pants as soon as he hears the words. He doesn’t even have time to be shy about it, Robby’s already pulling down his pants and underwear and dragging him closer by the hips, so he's almost lying down in Jack’s lap.
Jack places a hand under his chin, tilting him back to look at him. He keeps him there, just watching him, not letting him look down as he feels Robby’s breath against his cunt. And Robby doesn’t wait for permission this time, he barely gets a second before his mouth is all over him, licking and sucking like he can’t get enough of the taste.
He bites his lip to stop from whining or begging or he’s not even sure what, hands coming up to tug on Robby’s hair.
“None of that.” Jack chides him, still just looking down at him, forcing his eye contact with one hand stroking along his jaw. “Let him hear you.”
He opens his mouth to try to respond and all that comes out is, “Holy fucking shit.” Robby laughs at him, barely pausing, not letting up with his tongue.
Jack bends down to kiss him, tilting his chin up to reach. Taking his time with it, licking around his mouth, much slower than Robby’s tongue.
It doesn’t take long before his legs are shaking, his thighs starting to burn from the friction of Robby’s beard. He can’t seem to close his mouth, which Jack seems pretty happy about, rewarding him with more kisses for every noise he makes.
He can feel his stomach tightening, his hips pushing more frantically up into Robby’s open mouth.
“Close already?” Jack teases, lips still almost pressed against his.
“Yes, fuck, please,” he can’t stop himself from babbling. “Please let me cum, I need it, please,”
“Good boy,” Jack praises him. "Didn't even need me to tell you to beg, huh? Just knew exactly what to do. Such a good boy.”
Jack presses his lips against his mouth and he’s far too gone to even try kissing back, just taking it with his mouth open, moaning into the kiss.
“Go on. Cum for us.” Jack orders.
He's not sure he could stop himself even if he wasn’t given permission. Robby's mouth is so warm and wet and Jack’s still kissing him and he can’t decide what to focus on, Robby’s hands are pulling at his thighs, Jack’s hands roaming over his throat and chest.
And Robby doesn't stop then either, of course. Even when he starts trying to wiggle away, tugging him back by the hair. Only when Jack says “that’s enough,” does Robby sit back on his heels, breathing heavily. Dennis finally gets to look down at him and sees his beard and most of his face is shining and wet.
“Fuck,” he pants, trying to catch his breath, unable to take his eyes off Robby.
“My turn.” Jack announces, and he pulls him up further, high enough in his lap to pull his cock out underneath him. And fuck, Jack has a cock. It's not all the way hard, but it's already leaking, and sensitive, if the way he groans when Robby takes it into his mouth is any indication.
Robby doesn't waste any time, taking it all the way, pressing his face into Jack's crotch, which leaves him pretty close to Whitaker’s cunt, and even though he's already overstimulated he can feel his dick twitch again from the feeling of breath against it.
Jack's hand is back in his hair, tugging and turning his face towards him to kiss him again and again. It doesn't take long before Jack is moaning into his mouth as he cums, then tugging Robby up to kiss. Dennis wiggles out of Jack's lap slightly, enough that Robby can join them on the couch properly, sitting on the other side of Jack but still reaching a hand over to rest on Dennis' knee.
Dennis gets so busy with the experience of making out with them one after another that he almost misses the sight of Jack pulling Robby's cock out of his pants and jerking him off. He pulls back just a little, just enough to watch, and he's unsure if he should join in somehow but Jack seems to have it handled, and he’s pretty content with watching his new favorite show.
Jack pulls away from Robby’s mouth, his hand stilling. “Ask first,” he reminds him, smirking.
Robby groans. “Jack, come on,”
“Whitaker was such a good boy for us, don’t you wanna be good too?” Jack asks.
He can’t hold back the laugh that comes out of him then, making them both look over at him, confused.
“It’s– um. You can call me Dennis, you just made me cum,” he points out.
“Right,” Jack laughs. “Dennis.”
Robby pulls him back in for another kiss. “Dennis,” he smiles. He tugs him closer again, almost in his lap, half perched over Jack’s legs.
“Yeah,” he gasps in between kisses, head spinning just from hearing them both say his name, shifting around so he can grind on Jack’s knee properly.
Robby laughs into his mouth, his hand tugging at Dennis’ hair. Jack pulls his hand over to wrap around Robby’s cock, covering his hand with his own, guiding him. Robby gives in after that, begging, “Fuck, Jack, please— can I cum?”
Jack doesn’t leave him waiting for long. “Yeah, come on.” He guides Dennis’ hand to go faster.
“Fuck, Dennis,” Robby groans as he cums over their hands, making a mess.
They stay like that for a minute, Robby turning to kiss Jack long and slow, Dennis just watching, panting. He’s still not sure what he’s supposed to do, what his role in this is, if maybe he should give them some space now.
“Come on, let’s get cleaned up,” Robby stands up, offering his hand.
He just looks at the hand confused for a second before taking it, letting him pull him to his feet. He knows Robby said this was more than sex, but like, that was just in the moment, right? He doesn't need them to fuss over him.
“We got a pretty big shower, should fit all of us.” Jack tells him, probably assuming that was what he was confused about.
He just nods, letting them lead him to their bathroom. Robby turns on the water and finally removes his clothes. He didn’t really think to be self conscious about being the only one undressed until now, and it seems a bit late, but he’s a little embarrassed all the same.
Jack strips as well, leaning against the counter to take off his prosthetic, and steps into the shower, sitting down on the bench. And it is a pretty big shower, enough for him to get around and sit down easily enough. Definitely much nicer than anything he’s used in a while.
“Come here,” Jack reaches for him, pulling him in. He feels Robby step in behind him. “Okay, it’s maybe a bit crowded with three, but we can make it work.”
He tries not to read into that too much, just nodding and trying to scoot over to make room. Robby pulls him in closer instead, pressed up against him, standing in front of Jack. He feels him press his mouth against the back of his head, his neck.
Jack hands Robby the soap, working together without words the way they always do, but this time with Dennis right in the middle of them.
“I can—,” he starts to say, not really sure what he’s offering, but needing to say something.
“Shh.” Jack hushes him, pulling him in for another kiss.
Robby hums in agreement, already on the same page. “Let us take care of you, okay?”
“Okay,” he gives in, letting himself relax into Robby’s arms.
Jack’s hands run over his chest, Robby’s fingers in his hair. Doing a lot more touching than a quick cleanup after sex required, but he’s definitely not complaining. Especially when Robby’s hands wander lower, and Jack keeps praising him, telling him how good he did for them, until he cums again on their fingers. And then has to be cleaned up again.
Eventually they make it out of the shower, Robby wrapping him in a big towel and Jack grabbing something for him to change into, probably one of Robby’s shirts based on the size.
They pull him into their bed, like it’s just that easy, like he can just fit right between them in the middle.
He should just leave it, just let it be easy, but he never can. “You sure you want me to stay?” he asks.
“Of course.” Jack responds right away, with Robby answering at the same time, “Always.”
Robby leans over him to kiss Jack, then him in turn. “I did mean it, y’know.” Robby says, nudging him with his knee. “I want this.” He lifts Dennis’ hand up to his mouth, kissing his knuckles. “We want this,” he corrects himself. “For you to be with us, to be part of this.”
Jack just presses closer behind him in agreement, reaching his arm out over Dennis’ waist and resting his hand on Robby’s.
"And we can, uh, again?" He's pretty sure that question was unintelligible but they both seem to get what he means, laughing.
"Yeah. Any time you want," Robby promises.
"Well, hold on, not every time,” Jack interrupts. “You don't have the stamina for that, old man."
Robby shakes his head, laughing. “Okay, okay. Most of the times you want, then.”
Dennis smiles, relaxing back into the bed, his legs laid out over both of theirs. “Yeah, that works for me.”