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2:00 P.M.
Rule #1 of working in an emergency room: Put your phone on vibrate so as to not disturb your coworkers and patients. And so that you won’t embarrass yourself.
It was quiet in the ER when the notification sounded. Just a simple tune – Prt-Prt – but Dr. Robby immediately flinched. He frantically patted his pockets, shakily searching for his phone. It was only after he’d fished the phone out did he realize it was not the source of the noise. But it didn’t matter then. It was too late.
Around the hub, 8 pairs of eyes glanced up at him. Perlah and Princess already whispering in Tagalog. Langdon with a weird smirk. Dana and McKay, barely holding in their laughter as Mel looks at them with a puzzled expression. Then there’s Santos, a look of utter shock and amusement on her face, who has turned to face Dennis, his sad blue eyes a tad wider than usual.
“It’s not mine!” Robby announced just a bit too loud.
“Must’ve been muscle memory then.” Dana grinned. “Come on everyone back to work.”
As the crowd dispersed, only Dennis hung back. “Sir, I have the CT results for the car crash victim.”
Dennis Whittaker has only worked here a week but Robby already cannot keep his hands off of him. He has no idea how it started. The first time Robby touched him it was just a light touch on the shoulder. He just did it to get my attention, that’s all. He told himself. But then it started becoming more frequent. A friendly pat on the back. A brief caress of his waist. A tender hand on the nape of his neck.
He tried to rationalize it, telling himself physical touch is not inherently sexual. But why does my breath hitch every time?
“The teenage girl?” He asked.
“Yes, sir. Her parents should be coming soon.” Whittaker replied.
“Thank you, kid. You’re doing good.” Robby walks away, CT results in hand.
Fuck.
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2: 14 P.M.
“Dude, did you hear that? Dr. Robby fucks men! You have a chance!” Trinity shrieked.
“Trin, please! We’re in public!” Dennis flushes, confident that his ears are bright pink right now.
Whittaker is a sick, sick man and he knows it. Who knows where it originated from. Maybe it came from his strained relationship with his father, or his strained relationship with religion, or his strained relationship with Nebraska.
All he knows is older men are irresistible to him. Men who are old enough to be his dad. Men with salt and pepper hair. Men that call him “kid”. Whittaker isn’t stupid, he knows Dr. Robby fits all of these boxes perfectly. The moment he laid eyes on the chief attending he knew he was in trouble.
Dr. Robby was a man with kind eyes. He had a full beard and a warm voice. He was neither avaricious nor slovenly. He was always scrupulous and cared deeply for his doctors and nurses. Dennis had told himself his habit of sneaking a look at Robby during shifts was his way of practicing multitasking but he knows he’s lying to himself.
But if his upbringing has taught him anything, it’s that he has the incredible ability of pushing it all down, bottling it all up and pretending like nothing’s wrong and that he’s normal.
“What happened back there?” Mel asked
“Dr. Robby is on a gay dating app~” Trinity said in a sing-songy voice.
“Wait, how did you know what app it was from?”
“Look at me, Mel.”
“Huh... Oh! Sorry!” Mel politely excused herself.
“I don’t even like him like that.” Dennis spoke with minimum volume once Mel was out of sight.
Trinity crossed her arms “Oh please. Every time he so much as grazes your shoulder you stare at him with those whorish fuck me eyes. And don’t forget the apartment has very thin walls, Huckleberry. I hear everything.”
“I-”
“Yeah.” She smirked “But you’re missing the point. He’s available.”
“He’s my boss, Trinity.”
“So what? I’m very close to getting Dr. Garcia’s number so I’m worried about you. We both need one problematic relationship each, you more than I even.”
They stood in silence. Whittaker blushing, so embarrassed he could die.
“Wait, why didn’t you flinch when the notification went off?” Trinity furrowed her brows.
“Oh I was never able to register for an account. There’s a bug that causes you to not be able to register and it happened to so many people that there’s actually a Reddit thread and-”
“Shut up, Huckleberry.”
“... Sorry.”
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4:02 P.M.
“Whittaker!” A familiar voice called out. Dennis whipped his head around as Robby closed in on him. “Updates on the unconscious mother?”
“We managed to get her blood sugar levels back. Just a standard Type 2 diabetes case. They’re moving her out of Trauma One right now” Whittaker smiled. His shift had been unfamiliarly slow so far. He’d helped Dr. King save a girl who got hit by a drunk driver. He’d gotten to insert a chest tube into a patient as well but that was it. He’d gone through 11 hours of the shift without needing to change scrubs once. He knew the entire ER was betting on when he’ll have to change because this was the first time this has ever happened.
“And the children?”
“They’re with Kiara, I think. They’ll be able to see their mom soon.”
“Good job, Whittaker. Quick thinking today. You saved that woman’s life.” Dr. Robby’s hands were back on his shoulders, gently squeezing them. “Proud of ya.”
Unfortunately for him, a slower shift meant more time for himself, more time for him to be alone with his thoughts. And his thoughts weren’t exactly pure, specifically the ones about a certain chief attending.
“Um, Dr. Robby?” Dennis asked, his voice a tinge shaky.
“Hm?”
“About earlier, I wanted to tell you that…”
Dr. Robby froze. “Stop. Listen… Follow me, we can talk somewhere private.”
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4:05 P.M.
When they reached the empty locker, Dr. Robby sighed.
“Look, that back there was an honest mistake. However, this line of work requires you to separate your personal life from your professional one. So take this as a lesson. You can’t be leaving your notifications on during shifts. I told you this. What if you were with a homophobic patient and they somehow recognize the tune. It could’ve been dangerous.”
Dennis gulped. “Oh it wasn’t mine.”
“...What?”
“I don’t have Grindr. I mean I tried to register and make an account but-”
“Hold up. If you weren’t confessing the notification came from you then why did you want to talk to me about it?” Robby asked, clearly perplexed.
“I- Uh I-” Dennis stuttered, a bad habit when he’s nervous “I just wanted to let you know that it was okay that you were queer and me and the others are totally cool with it.”
A pause.
Then Dr. Robby busted into laughter. Dennis laughed too but it was more like a nervous chuckle.
“I’m so sorry for the misunderstanding, kid.” There it was again. “Kid”. The godforsaken word that causes Whittaker’s body to send all of its blood down south. “I took you all the way here for no reason.” Robby is still laughing. A rich, warm, deep-throated laugh.
“Uh, but if you don’t mind me asking, sir. How did you know I was…” He hesitated, the word foreign on his tongue. “... was gay?”
The older man chuckled and placed a hand on Dennis’ shoulder. “I didn’t but I just guessed. Sometimes I’m able to pick up on the vibes, as you kids say.” He lingered. “Do your parents know?”
“No… Only Santos knows. And you as of today.”
“Well your secret is safe with me.” He gave Whittaker a reassuring smile. “You’re doing great by the way! I’m seeing a lot of improvement. You’re needing less and less scrub changes everyday. Keep it up.”
Robby gave Dennis’ shoulder a squeeze, his thumb grazing his collarbone tenderly. Right then and there, Dennis did something he never thought he would do in front of his boss in a million years.
He whimpered.
A pathetic, submissive, sexually charged whimper. It was involuntary but it was out and there was no taking it back now.
They stared at each other. The realization made Dennis’ heart drop and the blood drained from his face. For a moment it felt like time slowed. Every second felt like a torturous hour for Whittaker. The reality of what just happened started to slowly set in. He just whimpered because his boss touched him.
Both of them stood there, mere inches apart, shakily breathing in the cold air. The freezing air burned in Whittaker’s lungs.
“Listen, kid…”
“Stop calling me “kid”...” Whittaker closed his eyes in frustration.
“Sorry. I should’ve known you didn’t like to be called “kid” I-”
“It’s not that I don’t like it when you call me “kid”,” Dennis cut Robby off for the first time in his life, his heart thumping violently “... it’s that I like it when you call me “kid””
“Oh. Oh.”
Whittaker began to tear up. He squeezed his eyes shut, the combination of fear, physical lethargy and carnal arousal simply pushed him over the edge. Now he’s crying in an empty locker room, overwhelmed because he might have just ruined his career forever over a stupid crush.
A warm hand reached forward and cradled Dennis’ cheek. He melted into it hesitantly, desperately trying to absorb the heat and tenderness from his touch.
“You’re killing me, boy.”
In one swift motion, Robby cupped Whittaker’s face with both of his hands and pulled the young man in close. He could feel Whittaker’s hands on his chest, holding on gingerly, like he was afraid this was a mirage, a hallucination of some sort.
Robby initiated the kiss first. Their faces slammed together, rough with desire. It was not a gentle kiss, but Dennis wouldn’t want it any other way. Lips to lips. Tongue to tongue. Robby’s beard scratched Dennis’ smooth shaven face. He savored that sensation. In that moment, it felt like they’d fused into one being. A wild creature, held together by sheer lust.
Dennis had dreamed about this moment continuously for the past week. When he watched porn, he’d picture the actors as Robby and him. When he jerked off, he would moan Robby’s name like a prayer when he finished. When that guy from the gay bar asked him for a blowjob, he said yes because he resembled Robby. Robby Robby Robby. The name at the tip of his tongue whenever he achieved orgasm.
And now here he was, his tongue inside Robby’s mouth. When the mentor pulled away, Dennis was already a whimpering mess. His scrub pants were suddenly uncomfortably tight, tugging at where his genital was protruding.
“You sound heavenly, kid” Robby said under his breath. “Am I kissing you right?”
“Yes Daddy” He whined, hips jerking at the touch of Robby.
Robby leaned in for another kiss. “You’re sick.”
The older man had quite large hands, not too rough and calloused but still the hands of a hard worker. Whittaker has noticed this for a while, and it took everything in his power to not imagine those sturdy hands under his scrubs in the middle of shift. He’d fantasized about those hands exploring his body and those episodes usually ended with him hurriedly cumming in the ER bathroom. He had a mental list of places he wanted Dr. Robby to touch, to hold, to grab.
And now those same hands held his waist in place, a possessive action. Dennis experienced what can only be called absolute ecstasy. This must be how people feel when they do drugs. His disgusting, deranged fantasy was coming to life exactly how he imagined it. That is until–
“Dr. Robby!”
Robby sighed, brows furrowed. “It’s Dr. Javadi. I have to get that.”
“Dr. Robby! Dr. McKay is looking for you!” she continued
“Clean yourself up. This isn’t over.” Robby whispered and took one last look at Whittaker in his full glory. Knees bent, eyes fluttering, face warm from blushing. And those eyes. Those melancholic eyes that always look up at Robby with a deeply forlorn expression, eyes that seem to beg Robby to rearrange his guts.
He rushed out of the locker room, it had ended as quickly as it had started. Whittaker leaned against a locker for balance. He exhaled shakily.
What have they done?
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6:49 P.M.
The rest of the shift went as awkward as you could imagine.
He could barely look at Robby, both because he was embarrassed and because his brain kept rewinding that moment, and he could not be caught with a boner on the job. They had to intubate a patient next to each other and it felt like hell on earth. The air had an odd energy. The gossip girls of the ER caught on immediately.
And worst of all, throughout all of this, in between all the inquisitive stares and whispering in Tagalog, Trinity had been hunting him down for an interrogation.
“Huckleberry, have you been avoiding me? I just wanted to know where you disappeared off to for 15 minutes.” Trinity caught up to a flustered Dennis Whittaker.
“I’m not avoiding you, I’m just busy” He responded curtly and brought the box of supplies to the nurse’s station. Turned out, while Javadi was looking for Robby, she went looking for him. “Here’s the stuff you asked for, Dr. Mohan.”
“Thank you, Whittaker. You can start packing up now, you know. The day shift’s almost over.” Dr. Mohan said.
“Thank you!” Whittaker nodded.
“I mean if you had to poop, you can just say you were pooping. I wouldn’t judge. God knows I’ve shat here a few times already.” Trinity resumed their conversation much to Dennis’ dismay. “What you’re doing now is much more suspicious.”
“Fine! I was shitting okay? Can you drop it now, Trin?”
“Nah. I don’t believe you now. What did you do? Come on. And don’t say shit.”
“A little less talk about bowel movements here, guys. This is still a hospital. Scurry away and go get ready to go home.” Dr. Mohan cut in.
They both apologized and moved towards the locker room. Santos questioned him on the subject for the entire walk. He was only saved when she spotted Dr. Garcia checking something with Dr. Collins in Central and decided she had bigger fish to fry (In her exact words “Move over, gay boy, I’ve got juicier oysters to slurp”).
As he shuffled through his things, he heard a familiar voice.
“Ready to go home?” It was Robby. Robby and his stupidly handsome face.
“Not yet,” he replied, a bit annoyed. They have not talked besides him barking orders at him during their shared case since 4 o’ clock. “Trinity is taking me, Mel and Javadi out for drinks.”
“Well, how much time do you have to spare?”
“We’re supposed to meet up at 8:45, if I remember correctly.”
“So about an hour then?”
Robby leaned in and whispered. “Meet me on the eighth floor.”
Fuck. Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck.
He finished gathering his belongings once Dr. Robby left and rushed to find his roommate.
“Trinity!” He called out. She was beaming at Dr. Garcia. “Hey, sorry to interrupt but something came up. You just head to the club first, I’ll catch a cab or something. It’s nothing serious, don’t worry. I’ll be on time. See ya. Bye, Dr. Garcia”
“What’s up with him?” Dr. Garcia asked after Whittaker ducked behind the entrance door like a scared hamster.
“Probably some gay stuff. Little homo boy moves to the big city and discovers the beauty of hookup apps.” Trinity half-joked.
“They need to ban Grindr in this building, I swear.”
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7:00 P.M.
Whittaker climbed eight flights of stairs with his heart thumping violently in its cage. He did not stop once. His knees wobbled but he couldn’t stop, Not when he remembered what was waiting for him on that floor.
He went through a thousand scenarios in his head. Would Robby reject him? Would he tell him he’s too young for him? Or would pick Whittaker up and fuck him like how he’d envisioned in his wet dreams?
He was huffing and puffing when he reached his destination. The floor was eerily quiet. We’re gonna change that soon if things go my way.
Dennis navigated the abandoned hospital wing with ease. He’s been here too many times before, more than he’d like. It took him only a few minutes before he found a light source. A single lit room at the end of the hall.
He hung by the doorframe, stopping before he could see inside the room. He felt dizzy, nauseous with want. Would it be as good as he’d imagined? Would Robby satisfy all of his cravings? Or was he about to get the most painful rejection of his life?
He took a deep breath and peered inside. It was a simple hospital room, much similar to his old one but dirtier, more worn down. Robby was inside, he sat on the bed, facing the entrance. He’d changed into jeans and a simple black tee but he was still wearing his usual navy sweater.
“Hey.”
“Hello.” Dennis smiled meekly. He took slow steps forward.
“How are you feeling, baby?”
“Baby?” Dennis smiled.
“Just testing something out.”
Dennis blushed in reply, that told Robby all he needed to know.
The older man opened his arms and let Dennis in. He was standing between Robby’s thighs now. For the first time, he looked down at Dr. Robby. Their bodies filled each other’s empty space, fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle, simply incomplete without the other. Robby’s hands slithered onto Dennis’ waist. They felt warm even through the layer of clothing.
Dennis has never really been a twink by true definition. Though he’s been called that several times, mostly by Santos who took it upon herself to school him on “gay lingo” after 1 day of rooming together, he has much more meat on the bones than a standard twink would, being the farm boy that he is. But the moment Robby made contact, he felt smaller than he ever has. He felt like he shrank, becoming more petite for the first time since childhood. His skin tingled where Robby touched, his body heat rapidly rising. His hands moved from Dennis’ waist to his hips, then under his T-shirt onto his chest.
Dennis wanted to savor this sensation, to close his eyes and let his other senses take over, but he didn’t dare to lose sight of Robby. He was in heaven but his heart felt incredibly heavy. Gravity seemed desperate to pull him through his heart back down to Earth, where none of this is happening. He couldn’t shake this irrational fear that all this would vanish in seconds. It was too good to be true. It was too scandalous to last. The farm boy was used to paying a price for everything nice in his life. His education. His freedom. His passion. Nothing comes free. That’s just life. The more he valued something, the higher the price. And he was sure this would cost him everything.
They kept eye contact. There was a strange glint in Dr. Robby’s eyes, a glint he had never seen before. There was a hunger, a primal want that Dennis had only seen in his own eyes.
“I’ve been looking forward to this, Whittaker.”
“Just Dennis.” He gave a small smile.
“Whatever you say, Dennis.” Robby replied, emphasizing the last word.
Dennis initiated the kiss this time. He leaned down, hands moving to cup the older man’s face, and their mouths connected. Dennis could feel Robby’s tongue colonizing his mouth, stretching his cheeks and intertwining with his own. It was a strange sensation but it felt like his entire life had led him to this very moment. He did not feel prepared at all.
It was less of a whirlwind than before. In lieu of fervent, borderline sloppy, movements, there was a newfound restraint. They lingered on every touch, savoring the taste of the other, trying to sear the memory into their brains.
Dennis was not a quiet make out partner. He moaned, and whined, and groaned, and whimpered. The sounds came out muffled but they drove Robby nuts anyway. Kissing Dennis was easy for him. The boy was so submissive and eager, his tiny mouth just waiting for Robby to invade.
They pulled apart, both men gasping for air. Dennis bored into Dr. Robby’s brown eyes, they looked almost black in this lighting. Robby grinned, a genuine smile that made his crow’s feet more defined. For the first time, Dennis felt that someone wanted him as much as he wanted them.
“Kneel.”
The sudden edge in Robby’s voice startled Dennis.
“I said: Kneel.”
Dennis’ body acted on its own. He slowly lowered himself to the ground. Back straight, hands on his knees, he was looking up at Robby again in this position. His face was dangerously close to Robby’s crotch, the forbidden fruit he ever so desired.
“Good. I like boys who know how to take orders.” Robby held Dennis’ chin, his thumb grazing the blond’s bottom lip. The shift gave him whiplash. Seemed like Robby was cranking up the kinkiness to a hundred. “And I like boys who know how to use their words even more.”
“Yes, sir.” He was fully prepared.
“Take off your shirt. And keep calling me sir.”
He obliged.
“Now your pants. Leave only the briefs.”
Dennis kneeled with a tent in his grey underwear, his precum painfully obvious. Robby sneaked a glance at it, clearly amused by the stain. He nudged the bulge with his shoe.
“Unbutton my jeans. Then remove them, slowly.” A sadistic smirk on his face. Robby knew he was teasing Dennis by taking the stripping process step by step, way too slowly for the boy’s liking.
Dennis unbuttoned the jeans with shaky hands. He was so close to it. The adrenaline made him jittery. He pulled the pants down, carefully, to show Robby he can follow commands like the good boy that he is.
The jeans hung around Robby’s knees. Dennis paused. He could see how heavy Robby’s cock was from behind the fabric, he could almost smell it. Long day, no breaks, all that sweat. Dennis was basically drooling.
As if he read his mind, Robby spoke “Don’t be impatient. Obedient boys are always rewarded.” He took off his jackets, his arms were so beefy under all that fabric.
Dennis let out a sound that was half a whine and half a whimper. He thought he must be looking so pathetic right now. He naturally had, what Santos, Samira, McKay, and Dana all called, melancholic Victorian orphan blue eyes. He had prominent eyebags and round eyes that seemed to droop downwards. Mix that with the sweat beaded on his browbone, the drool he was barely containing in his mouth and the way he was blushing so bad it felt like a fever and he basically looked like a porno character. Not even the normal ones, the ones from the Czech Republic where it looks like the guys are doing it to avoid homelessness.
He continued completing his order, pulling the jeans past Robby’s ankles and discarding them next to his bag. Next came the shoes. Robby was taking off his tee now. Unlike Mateo (He saw him changing shirts once, don't ask), his mentor was more pudgy, soft around the edges. He had more defined muscles in his chest and biceps, clearly a man who used to work out regularly but just doesn’t have the time nor mental capacity anymore. Stretch marks ran vertically along his sides but they weren’t turn offs for Dennis at all. Those things, in fact, got him even wetter.
The older man was hairy, something completely predictable considering his arm hair and beard but Dennis’ breath hitched anyway. He was just so… beautiful. The mentee could barely breathe looking at his chest hair so his happy trail hit him like a truck.
Robby caught him staring “What? Expected a movie star bod like Abbott’s? Sorry kiddo, I don’t know how he does it.”
“Dr. Robby, I have never been more turned on in my life.”
He chuckled. “Atta boy. You can sniff me if you’d like.”
Dennis almost came in his pants then.
He shifted, bringing his face closer to Robby’s crotch. He put his hands on the other man’s knees to stabilize himself. “So shaky, huh?” Robby asked, clearly tickled by the boy’s nervous tic.
“It’s the adrenaline.” He tried to laugh it off “You have no idea how much I want this.”
“I might have a clue.”
Dennis gently made contact with the bulge, lazily brushing it with his nose. He buried his nose in the fabric and inhaled.
This heart raced instantaneously. It was like seven lines of premium cocaine flowing through his nostrils. The smell was simply sublime.
His breathing was raggedy now. He rested his head on Robby’s thigh, nose still inseparable from the too-short sweat-soaked boxers. His lips were grazing the balls, the sensation got a groan out of Robby.
“Fuck, kid. You’re a little freak, huh?”
“I’m your freak, your little freak, right?” He looked up, mouth agape and seriously drooling now.
“Take off my boxers. I don’t care how you do it, take them off.”
Dennis dragged his face up, keeping contact with Robby’s body the entire way, and bit on the elastic band. He pulled the boxers down with his teeth with an animalistic hunger in his eyes.
Robby’s throbbing cock sprang out, the tip shiny from all the precum he’s been leaking out.
Dennis took a deep breath; his own cock twitched in its encampment.
Robby was thick, much thicker than anything he’s ever seen both in the ER and out of it. He must’ve been over 6 inches, extending out from a salt and pepper bush. He curved slightly downwards, mildly veiny with a muted pink tip. He was circumcised so the head was fully visible and God did Whittaker want to get a taste.
He could tell from the way it twitched and how swollen the tip was that Robby was not much less aroused than himself.
“Prove to me, Denny, that you deserve to be my little freak.”
He licked the underside of the head first, gingerly nibbling on it before taking the rest of Robby’s length into his mouth.
Dennis took his time sucking at first, purely to let his throat acclimate to Robby’s size. The man was just so damn big. Whittaker’s jaw worked hard to keep up, his cheeks inflated just to fit Robby in.
It didn’t take long until he picked up the pace. Saliva dripped down his chin but he couldn’t care less. Dennis’ entire attention was focused on one thing right now: pleasing Dr. Robby.
He could feel himself become violently aroused, his underwear getting wetter by the second. It was everything he’d dreamed of and more.
The boy started going deeper with each thrust, he wanted all of Robby inside his throat and he was determined. He was able to take more of his mentor progressively and when opportunity came, he took it.
“Oh God!” He’d earned a groan from Robby. His face was planted on the older man’s bush now, the entire length of Robby was inside him. He felt familiar hands crept up to his head, they held him there.
Whittaker gagged, a natural reaction, and Robby let go. But Dennis wasn’t finished. He wrapped his mouth around Robby’s dick and continued to suck, hands fondling the heavy balls. “I can keep going” He managed to get out between the sweat, the drool, the tears and his head bobbing on Robby’s penis.
He deepthroated Robby one more time before the chief attending spoke “Alright stop.”
“Am I doing it wrong, sir?” He was full on panting now.
“No. You’re doing it too well, and good boys deserve rewards, don’t they?” Robby blushed.
Robby held his face and stood up, Dennis raised his body accordingly so he can still be on eye level with his dick. “Hold still, baby.”
Dennis opened his mouth, almost like a reflex. Robby inserted himself into Whittaker and began to thrust.
Slow, languid strokes at first but when Robby really started to get going, Dennis knew he was never going to forget this night.
Robby held his head tight, both hands keeping him in place. He felt like a fleshlight, a plastic toy Robby can just use and use and dump his load into and the thought sent a shiver down his spine. He arched his back almost involuntarily. Am I dreaming?
He’d been facefucked before, God knows he has a thing with being used like a cum dump, but it had never felt as good as it was with Robby.
The danger of it all added an extra layer of eroticism for Denny. His boss was facefucking him in an abandoned hospital room, loudly and with the door open, not to mention the age difference and the fact that he was his boss. But there was something thrilling about that. He made a mental note to see a therapist once he has the money.
The older man was shivering with each thrust, he was close, and the way Dennis was looking at him did not help. He didn’t break eye contact once, like an obedient pup. Robby was literally fucking his brains out.
With a final thrust, Robby pulled Dennis off his cock. The drool was just everywhere now, soaking the neck of Dennis’ shirt.
He ran a hand through the boy’s sandy blond hair, earning a wet and satisfied noise from Whittaker.
“On the bed. Take off your shoes and your briefs and lie on your back. Hold your knees with your hands so I can prep you.”
Dennis quickly moved into position.
Robby took out a bottle of lube from his backpack, squeezing a generous amount out.
“Of all my days, I’ve never had a more pliant and well behaved boy, and never one with a devilish mouth like yours.” Robby smiled, he talked in a low voice. “So tell me, is your ass as tight as that petite throat of yours? Or are you a slut that has been stretched out by an army of men?”
“I’ve been good, Daddy, I haven’t been slutting around. It’s tight. It’s so so tight.” The words came out more whiny and pathetic than he expected. Robby just seemed to bring that side of him out effortlessly.
“Let’s test that, shall we?” Robby slipped a finger in. The lube eased the entrance but it still burned.
They were both on the bed now. Robby worked his hole gradually, adding one finger at a time. He was losing his mind. His boss had two fingers inside him right now, probing and poking around, trying to get him off.
“Oh you weren’t lying to Daddy. You’re tight like a virgin aren’t you?”
He could barely answer. The sounds that came out were barely audible.
“What did you say?” He slipped a third finger in.
“It’s tight just for yo- just for you- Hng. Hah.” His tears were still flowing. Robby, keeping his hand in Dennis’ colon, leaned forward and licked the tears off, his beard brushing the side of Dennis’ face.
“You look glorious right now. You know that, baby?”
Dennis was about to reply when Robby curled all three of his fingers up and practically punched his prostate.
His head whipped back instantly, a mix of a shriek and a moan escaped his lips. He was cursing now. Robby repeated the action, this time even harder, and Whittaker almost came right there.
“I’ve found it, haven’t I? Your G spot.”
“Please don’t stop touching me, Daddy. Right there- Hng!” Dennis was so overstimulated. The overwhelming sensation kept him on the edge continuously.
“You like that?” Robby peppered him with kisses. “Your entire stomach is lathered with precum.”
“I love it.” His eyebrows knitted together, his mouth couldn’t even close. “I love it when you finger me in this position because I always want to look at you, Dr. Robby. I love your face, I love it.”
“Well, you’re gonna love this even more.” Robby pulled his fingers out in one abrupt movement. The sudden emptiness made Dennis whine in complaint.
Robby reached inside his backpack again and produced a box of condoms. Dennis’ eyes widened. He swatted the box away with his free hand. “No. I want you to cum inside me. I want you to mark me, to breed me.” He growled
Robby glanced up at him, a killer look in his eyes. “That… would’ve earned you a punishment if it weren’t so fucking hot.”
Whittaker felt it before he saw it. A white searing pain. He was opening up for Robby. The older man guided his log of a cock into the hole. Even with lube, it was a struggle. Robby was massive.
Dennis groaned in response. Robby held the young man’s thighs from under with his hands, he was on top of Whittaker. With the now free arms, Dennis put them around Robby’s neck. Their faces in extremely close proximity. He could feel Robby’s breath, finally on his face and not his neck.
“You ready, kid?”
“Yes, sir.” And so Robby thrusted.
His entire colon was filled to the brim with his mentor’s appendage which hit his prostate perfectly. It felt as though he was molded by God to be fucked into oblivion by a man twice his age whom he worked for.
They both moaned. The sounds harmonized together like a perverted symphony.
Robby fucked him like a beast. There was no pretty way to put it. It was raw and intense and vigorous. With each push and pull, pleasure came upon them like crashing waves.
“Fuck, baby” Robby winced and exhaled sharply. Dennis’ hole gripped him relentlessly. It felt like a glove, the world’s warmest, wettest, most wonderful glove.
Noises echoed in the room. Squelching, slapping, whimpering. Whenever their sweat-slicked bodies met, it thundered. Dennis’ hands clung onto Robby’s back, Robby’s hands held Dennis’s legs in place. They were locked in place. Two cogs in a machine.
Robby knew Dennis wasn’t a quiet kisser. When they had their moment in the locker room Robby was deathly afraid of someone overhearing. And now that he was balls deep inside the boy, he was basically a boombox.
Dennis tried to keep it down but he was a shivering mess. With Robby pounding his prostate at the speed of lightning continuously, he was fighting just to stay conscious.
They were still keeping eye contact.
“Does it feel good, sir? Am I making you feel good?” Dennis slurred.
“You’re gonna make me cum too soon, Denny. Fuck. You’re taking me so well, such a good boy.”
The praise went straight to his dick, sending him over the edge.
“Fuck!” And Dennis came. He tipped his head back, groaning in frustration. “No! No! I’m so sorry!”
Tears came in between the moaning. Semen splattered all over his chest and abdomen. Robby slowed his pace. “I pushed your buttons a bit too well?” He chuckled. “Don’t apologize, kid, it’s cute that you want this old man that much.”
He leaned in for a kiss, deep and passionate. Dennis moaned into his mouth. Robby, agonizingly for Dennis, pulled out. The shaft was rock hard, its tip swollen red and slick, the twitching was visible. “Well, will you be a dear and help Daddy cum too? You’ve been doing such a good job so far.”
And because Dennis was a sexually repressed 27 year old from Nowhere-ville Nebraska straight out of an Ethel Cain song, he got hard again.
They let go of one another and Robby led him into positions. Robby was the one sitting now, his back against the headboard. Dennis quickly realized he was gonna be on top this time. He needed to make sure he did everything he could to please Robby.
He hopped on top of Robby’s thighs, using his left hand to guide the dick and his right to keep balance. “How the tables have turned, huh? Now you’re the one gripping my shoulder”
Dennis would’ve laughed if he weren’t so aroused right now.
The boy sinked down and Robby actually moaned this time. The man was sensitive after all of that plowing.
It was easier for Robby to slide in now, Dennis’ hole gaping and gasping all because of the chief attending’s doing. Dennis sat down, then rose up, then sat down, then rose up. Up and down and up and down.
His thighs and knees burned. For the first time ever, he was thankful Trinity and Mel dragged him to the gym every weekend. He kept his rhythm, a dance between pleasure and pain.
Sweat dripped down his cheek but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that his Robby was feeling good, that his pupils were rolled to the back of his head, that his jaw was slack and he was whimpering.
The farm boy had his hands on Robby’s chest, playing with the dark chest hair using his thumb. Robby almost melted at the sight of him, his supple body bouncing with such verve he couldn’t help but feel satisfied. Robby had this gorgeous med student wrapped around his finger, it didn’t even feel real.
“You’re not tired yet? You’re still going? That’s a good boy.” Robby’s words, like honey to Dennis’ ears.
Dennis leaned back, positioning his arms behind his back. His erected penis was fully visible in this position. It flopped up and down along with his testicles, making slick noises as it slapped against his lower stomach.
“Hard again? You kids are so full of energy.” Robby removed a hand from Dennis’ thigh and grabbed the boy’s flailing dick. “You like it when Daddy touches you?”
He squealed pathetically and softly. The new sensation made Dennis shiver, his body sending shockwaves to his brain. This must be how it feels to be electrocuted, he thought to himself. He suddenly had the urge to be actually electrocuted.
“Use your words, now. Be a good boy.”
“I love when you touch me. I love your big hands on my cock. I love being your cock warmer.” He said, gasping for breath between every word.
“Good. Good boy”
And there they were. Dennis rode Robby, raw and reckless, while Robby stroked him, sensual and slow.
“Can we cum together? I’m so close, Dr. Robby.”
Robby chuckled, a droplet of sweat rolled down his neck. “Of course, baby.” He replied with a satisfied smile. “I’m gonna do a countdown, okay?”
Robby sped up, his hand working quickly to milk the boy. “Ten, nine, eight…”
Dennis promptly followed, riding the older man faster and harder. “...seven, six- Hng”
They found their rhythm, hands and hips working in tandem. Dennis could feel it building up. “...five, four, hold it in, Dennis”
They both went even faster. “Three”
The sounds were out of control, Robby bet people could hear them from across the street. “Two”
With a powerful thrust, they yelped in unison “One!”
Dennis shot white ropes of cum, spraying them all over Robby’s chest. Inside, he could feel a distinct warming sensation. Robby was pumping semen deep inside his asshole, filling him up with all of that goodness he craved so much. They both groaned, the ejaculations were explosive.
After all the teeth gritting and sheets gripping, they transitioned to breathless panting. Dennis slowly pulled Robby’s cock out, sperm dripping out of him like a leaky faucet.
He collapsed on the bed next to Robby who put an arm under his neck. They stared at the moldy ceiling.
“Was that as good as you imagined?” Robby teased.
“I don’t think I can ever fuck anyone else ever again, Dr. Robby. You’ve ruined me for good.”
Robby shifted to face Dennis. “That was my intention.” And they kissed. Slowly, calmly.
“Sir?” Dennis pulled away.
“Hm?”
“My cum on your chest is dripping down to the sheets”
“Oh fuck!”
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7:58 P.M.
They got cleaned and got dressed, the two bags of wet wipes in Dennis’ satchel came in handy. Robby was making jokes and Dennis found them incredibly funny.
Dennis tried to get rid of the smell before they left but Robby said the smell of mold would cover it up before any living soul checked the room. They walked side by side, quietly down the 8 flights of stairs.
When they reached the 6th floor, they heard something.
“Mhm, you liked that?” It was a voice neither Robby nor Dennis recognized. They sounded out of breath, flustered.
“Texting me at work then coming to find me? You’re such a ballsy slut, you know that? My coworkers heard that.” There was a squelching noise.
The second voice, though, both of the doctors recognized instantly.
It was Langdon’s.
Realization hit both of them at the same time. The Grindr notification was from him!
“Oh! Fuck yeah!” Langdon cried out.
“Yeah we should go.” Robby whispered and quickly escorted Dennis down the stairs. Dennis didn’t protest, but, again, does he ever?