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Dennis sighed, rubbing over his face in exhaustion. The days leading to a heat were always tiring. He felt sluggish and everyone’s scents were so loud. He’d gotten used to so many smells during his last rotation but there were a lot more alphas in this department; it was a bit overwhelming.
He continued to enter his patient notes at the computer, eyes drooping with exhaustion, when a heavy hand on the back of his neck knocked him out of his stupor. He squeaked embarrassingly at the warm feeling so close to his scent gland. Only one person would ever touch him like this in the workplace, and his suspicion was confirmed by the woody smell of amber with just a hint of sweet pear.
“Everything ok?” Robby’s steady voice had Dennis quickly relaxing, always a calm in the storm. He told himself it was because the man was his boss, a symbol of guidance. In the back of his mind, he knew that was a lie.
“Yeah, just surprised me is all.” He sent what he hoped was a reassuring smile to his attending.
The hand on the back of his neck gave a squeeze before dropping to the back of his chair. He missed the warmth.
“How’re your patients looking?” Robby squinted at the screen, his glasses still safely tucked in his chest pocket. Dennis did his best to hold back a laugh at how badly the man’s age was showing.
“Good. They’re all either sticking around for observation or waiting for a bed upstairs.” Robby nodded at his words.
“Great, see if they need any help in chairs when you’re done I guess. If you need me, just shout.”
Ronny turned to walk away and Dennis gathered all his courage to call out.
“Uh- Dr. Robby!” As soon as he had all his attention, the nerves set in. He wrung his hands, flexing his fingers as they pressed together. He felt a bit like Mel. “Um…”
Dennis looked around, there were so many people that could listen. Too many. Even if no one was paying attention, he knew his words would collect eavesdroppers.
“Could I ask you something in private?”
Robby frowned, not in disappointment, but in surprise. Dennis wasn’t usually a shy person, awkward for sure, but he typically had no trouble speaking his mind.
“Sure, Whitaker.”
The pair left central, Robby looking around for a quiet place to chat before settling on the storage room, the lights flickering on at the first sign of movement.
“Sorry I don’t have like an office or something.” Robby chuckled.
“No worries,” Dennis replied. “So uh, I was just wondering what the um- hospital's policy is with time off for heat.” His hands were still anxiously fidgeting and he was looking anywhere but Robby’s face. The enclosed space wasn’t doing anything for his nerves, the smell of the older man having nowhere to escape to, except for up Dennis’s nose.
“Ah,” Robby spoke in surprise. “Most employees I know are on suppressants so I’m not exactly sure. Are you not on them?”
Dennis’s shoulders sank at the reply.
“Uh, no.”
“Allergies?” The way that Robby could easily kick into doctor mode was honestly a bit inspiring to Dennis.
“No, I uh- can’t afford them.” His voice grew quiet at the end, embarrassed to be admitting the truth.
“Well, I’m sure we could work something out for you.”
“No, no! It’s ok, really! I usually just ride it out on my own, it only lasts like 3 days tops, it just comes when it wants to though so it’s hard to line up my days off. That’s why I was just wondering what the policy is. I surprisingly didn’t run into an issue on my last rotation, but I uh- I can feel it’s coming soon.” By the end of his word vomit, Dennis was staring at the floor. Admitting to his attending that his heat was coming was a humiliating experience he hoped he’d never have to go through again. He was sure a blush was lingering on his cheeks.
Robby cleared his throat. “I see, well, I’ll have to ask HR and get back to you. I’m sorry I don’t know the answer off the top of my head, kid.”
Kid. It usually didn’t sting this much.
“Yeah, of course, thanks, Dr. Robby.” He gave a nod and a tight lipped smile. They hung around in the silence for a few more seconds, Dennis unsure how to finish the conversation. “I’ll just uh- go check on chairs now. I’m sure Dr. McKay would love an extra set of hands.”
“Yep, yeah, sounds good. Good job out there, Whitaker.”
Robby sounded awkward as hell.
*
The rest of his shift continued as normal. Well as normal as an Emergency Department could get. A couple STEMI’s here, a few resuscitations there, a handful of irate patients from chairs. By the time the end of their shift rolled around, Dennis was exhausted. The smells of cleaning supplies, bodily fluids, and scents were getting to him and he just wanted to roll down the window of Trinity’s car and breathe in the Pittsburgh smog— anything would be better than antiseptic and musk right now.
“I say we order take out and watch a movie tonight.” Trinity said, slamming her locker shut.
“Are you gonna make me watch But I’m a Cheerleader again?” Dennis asked with a quirked eyebrow.
“Come on! It’s like the best movie ever made. And you love RuPaul!”
“What? Since when do I love RuPaul?”
“I dunno, don’t gay guys like love Drag Race?”
“Trin!” Dennis shouted indignantly.
“Hey, Whitaker!” Robby was jogging toward them, his stethoscope bouncing off his broad chest. Dennis couldn’t help but stare. “HR didn't get back to me, but I’ll bug them in the morning for you.”
“Oh, ah, thanks Dr. Robby. I really appreciate it. We’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Bright and early.” The grin that spread across Robby’s face had his eyes squinting, the wrinkles on his face more apparent than ever. It was cute.
After a short drive home with a pitstop for cheap chinese food, Dennis and Trinity lounged across the beat up old sofa, the credits for But I’m a Cheerleader rolling; Dennis was sure he’d had them memorized at this point.
“So, what was Robby asking HR about?” Trinity questioned, the teasing lilt in her voice was something Dennis could’ve seen coming from a mile away.
“It’s nothing.” He tried to brush it off, but he should’ve known that didn’t work on The Trinity Santos.
“Didn’t sound like nothing if he chased you down post-shift to keep you updated.” Dennis stayed silent, hoping she’d just drop it. “Or maybe he just wanted an excuse to talk to you.”
“No! No! It is kinda urgent, I guess.” Dennis looked away, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
He didn’t talk much about his secondary gender woes to his roommate, nor did she. They knew at some point this time would come and Dennis thought they honestly should make a game plan. It might not be the best idea to keep his alpha roommate out of the loop when he goes into heat.
“My heat’s coming up, so I obviously can’t be at work during it. Didn’t know what my options for getting out of work are.” He chanced a look at Trinity who remained indifferent. His shoulders relaxed in relief.
“You don’t do supressants?”
“I can’t even afford a place to live, what makes you think I can afford constant medication?”
“You should talk to Kiara.” Her tone was bossy, but Dennis knew it was coming from a place of concern and care. It made him smile just a bit.
“I’m used to just riding it out. I’ll hole myself in my room for like 3 days, stock up on snacks and water and just… nest.” The last word had him blushing. It was always a bit embarrassing to talk about nesting. It seemed so… girlish?
“Need me to get my strap?” Trinity barked a laugh, the thought amusing her greatly.
However, the thought had Dennis flushing red, his legs pressing together.
“Ew, Huckleberry! No way! You’re like my brother! And you’re not a girl on top of that!”
“I know, I know, sorry! I’ve just never spent my heat with someone. The thought was…” He didn’t finish his sentence.
Spending his heat with Trinity didn’t sound appealing in any way, it honestly sounded disgusting. As she said, they were practically siblings at this point, months of bunking together and spending their working hours passing each other by had allowed them to grow quite close.
The thought of spending his heat with someone at all was exciting, though. Things never felt like enough when he did it all on his own. His fingers weren’t long enough, any toys made him tired of doing it himself, and a nest of his own clothes and blankets just didn’t smell right. If he could only get a single piece of fabric from an alpha, things would be easier. Maybe he’d ask Trinity for a sweatshirt, or steal something that still smelled from the lost and found. Maybe something from Robby would find its way into the bin-
No. Mixing mating with work would never be a good idea. He’d have to tough it out the way he usually did.
Dennis helped Trinity clean up their takeout, throwing empty containers in the trash and shoving left overs into the fridge to be eaten some other time. As they parted ways, heading to their separate rooms for a hopefully peaceful night of sleep, Trinity threw her sweatshirt in Dennis’s face.
“If you stink up my apartment with your smell, I’ll kill you. It’s like when someone peels an orange in the back of the class.” Dennis barely caught the blush on Trinity’s face before she slammed the door to her bedroom shut, the “Keep Out” sign swaying on its nail.
Dennis smiled to himself, the scent of lemongrass, basil, and sandalwood relaxing him as he took a whiff of Trinity’s piece of clothing.
*
In usual fashion, Dennis trudged out of his room after only a few hours of rest, an equally sleep-deprived Trinity yawning over a bowl of cereal at the table. With two pieces of toast in hand, they climbed into her beat up sedan and headed to PTMC, ready for another wonderful day in paradise.
Dennis stuffed his backpack into his locker, focused only on the thought of pouring himself a hot cup of coffee in the breakroom before rounds.
“Whitaker!” Robby’s voice shook him from his thoughts, jolting a bit at the volume.
“Good morning, Dr. Robby.”
“Mmm.” Trinity hummed in greeting next to him. She was even less of a morning person than he was most days.
“Morning. I caught HR as soon as I came in. They said-” Robby stopped mid sentence, his gaze flicking to Trinity.
“It’s alright, she knows what’s going on.” Dennis reassured, receiving a solid nod from Robby in return.
“Well they said just to leave when you start feeling unwell, but let Dana know and she’ll inform them. You have built in leave hours for this… situation.” Robby scratched at his beard, unable to look Dennis in the eyes suddenly.
“Ok, will do. Thanks again, Dr. Robby. I’ll try to catch Kiara soon to see if I can do anything about suppressants." He said shyly.
“Yeah, you do that.”
The tension in the hall had become awkward, but Dennis wasn’t exactly sure why.
“Rounds in 5, alright?”
Dennis and Trinity both made a sound of confirmation, shoving the rest of their belongings away so they could grab a quick coffee first.
Rounds introduced them to a number of patients mostly waiting on beds. Samira and Mel picked up a case for a young woman with a wrist fracture, and Victoria joined Cassie in chairs again. Dennis and Trinity made their way to the board, chatting with Princess and Perlah for a few minutes before looking over the list.
“Nothing good as usual.” Trinity sighed.
“I don’t know if I’d really call anything in an ER ‘good.’”
“Fine. Nothing exciting.”
Dennis rolled his eyes, taking the last sip of his coffee that had gone lukewarm. He was tempted to grab another one as exhaustion still clung to him, a headache forming in his skull no doubt from lack of proper sleep. He didn’t have a chance to pros and cons another cup as the doors to the ambulance bay slammed open, a stretcher screeching into central, the patient already bagged.
Trinity and Dennis hurried over, Robby appearing out of thin air to question the paramedics and lead them into Trauma Room 1.
“52 year old man, wife tried to wake him for work thinking he missed his alarm but she couldn’t get him up. Faint pulse upon pickup but we had to bag him on the way.”
“Ready to move?” Robby asked to the room. Any available hand grabbed at the edge of the slide sheet, lifting on Robby’s count before dropping the patient solidly onto the bed. Soon, the paramedics were rolling their gurney out of the room, making space for everyone else to gather around the sides.
Robby made quick work of checking the man’s vitals as Princess hooked him up to all the correct devices and machines, Jesse taking control of the BVM.
Dennis moved where he could, following any directions from Robby. They worked diligently, throwing out possibilities until one stuck: cardiac tamponade caused by pericardial effusion. There was fluid around the heart and it was starting to compress.
“We gotta drain that fluid quickly, but what else should we do, Whitaker?”
“Uh, he’ll need a Echocardiagram, Chest X-Ray and ECG.”
“Good. Let’s get this fluid out.”
The rush of a Trauma Room was always overwhelming, but Dennis couldn’t help but feel extra sweaty and shaky. Maybe another coffee would have to wait until later.
*
With their new patient sorted out and sent to the correct department, Dennis exited the Trauma Room heaving a deep breath. He felt unsteady on his feet and warm, ripping off his gloves before wiping the sweat from his brow. It was his first patient of the day and he already needed a breather. That wasn’t a good sign.
“You alright, kid? Don’t tell me the guy didn’t make it?” Dana’s warm honey and jasmine scent washed over Dennis like a cool breeze on a hot summer day and his tense shoulders instantly relaxed.
“No, it’s fine, I’m just not feeling well.”
“Yeah, I could smell you from a mile away. Thought someone was eating some mandarins.” She laid a reassuring hand on his shoulder, only for Dennis to whimper at the touch.
He closed his eyes, the world tilting as his head became cloudy.
“Dana, I think I need to go home.”
“Already? You just got here!” She joked, but her smirk dropped at the sight of Dennis curling in on himself slightly. “Alright, kid, I’ll handle it, you go home and don’t come back til it’s over.”
Dennis was so glad there was another omega in charge around here. He nodded stiltedly.
“Can you let Trin know, if you get the chance?”
“Yeah, yeah, need me to get you a ride home?”
“Nah, I’ll be fine, I should have some time left.”
“Ok, good luck, kid.” Dana turned him, shoving him lightly in the direction of the lockers. Dennis watched her hurry over to the nurses station, her brow worried in the center. When she caught sight of him staring, she waved her hand in a shooing motion, before sending him a relieving smile.
Dennis hobbled over to his locker, attempting to collect his things quickly before a wave of fire soared up his spine. He did his best to keep himself upright, but the thought of sitting down just felt so relieving. He slid down the lockers, his back pressed against the cool metal. The cold floor beneath him felt like heaven.
“Whitaker!” Just like before, Robby was making his way over to the lockers, his sight zeroed in on Dennis.
“Dr. Robby,” He muttered drowsily, the fog in his brain getting worse by the minute. The scent that washed over him at the proximity was divine. Amber and pear and vanilla, so delicious he could sink his teeth in.
Dennis could tell the moment Robby got a grasp on the situation as he reeled back slightly, the back of hand coming to cover his nose and mouth. Dennis’s own scent was no doubt suffocatingly pungent right now.
“Shit, kid, you gotta go.” The voice was strangled.
“I know, I just, need a second.” Dennis panted out, taking breaths between every other word.
“You can’t drive in this state.”
“I’ll just walk, it’s not far.”
“And get attacked? You’ll end up right back here!” The concern in Robby’s voice made Dennis’s heart flutter but the actual words made him feel like an idiot.
“Come on, I’ll drive you home.” Dennis’s head snapped up, a bad idea at the way it aggressively spun afterwards. That wasn’t the only bad idea though.
“No, it’s ok, I’ll get Trinity- Trinity!” Dennis attempted to call for his roommate, his voice not carrying every far in his current state.
“I can’t stop Gloria’s wrath if she leaves on shift, I got it.”
“Won’t you get in trouble too?”
“It’s less likely.” Robby smirked, the lines on his face emphasizing again. This time it was hot.
Robby reached his hand out to him, not too dissimilar to the reverse they found themselves in on Dennis’s first day. He had half an idea to push Robby away like he’d done to Dennis, but he didn’t think he had the strength right now.
The cool outside air grounded Dennis immensely, enough that he was able to pull his arm from Robby’s grip that was still holding him steady. He took a deep breath, filling his lungs as much as could before letting them deflate entirely.
“Come on, I’ll roll the windows down.”
Robby led him to an old beat up truck, the door creaking as Whitaker opened it. He knew Robby walked most days, but the threat of rain in the evening must have caused him to drive. He was grateful for the cloudy weather for once.
The ride to Trinity’s apartment was short and Dennis kept his nose turned out the window, doing his best to keep Robby’s scent away. If he smelled it too much, that’s all he’d think about for the next 3 days. The fresh air didn’t do much for his other symptoms, however. An angry heat coiled in his belly as his back grew sweaty with warmth. He could feel the slick threatening to drip down his thighs, but he mustered any control he had left over his body to stop it. He knew his breaths were coming out in pants, could both feel and hear them and he just hoped Robby was tuning it all out. His sweaty palms gripped his pants, doing his best to try to hide his growing erection with his backpack across his lap. His mouth was dry and this head was spinning; he wanted nothing more than to be in bed with a well piled nest and his trusty toys.
“Need me to walk you up?” Robby’s voice broke his concentration.
“Uh, no thanks, I got it. Thanks for the ride, sorry about missing work.” Dennis panted out, doing his best to send a reassuring smile Robby’s way.
“Don’t sweat it.” Ironic choice of words. “You can’t control it. Just rest up and make sure to drink lots of water. I’m sure Santos will check in on you later.”
The thought of Trinity bursting into Dennis’s room after her shift was mortifying. He never wanted her to see him in that state.
“Well, thank you again, Dr. Robby.” Dennis didn’t wait for a reply, he could feel this body diving off the deep end, and in a couple seconds it would be too late for Dennis to get inside on his own.
He hopped from the truck, his vision swimming a bit, but he managed to trek to their front door, unlocking it and shuffling inside. The smell of the apartment was an immense relief; it was becoming a choking hazard inside the truck with the way Robby’s scent was encircling him. He threw his bag to the side, not caring to be neat as he tugged his shoes off and threw them somewhere. He went to remove his scrub top before a knock at the door halted him. Who could possibly be knocking at a time like this?
Dennis wanted to ignore it and continue to his room, but the curiosity got the better of him. He took a deep breath before slowly creaking the door open. What he didn’t expect was Robby to be standing on the other side.
“Dr. Robby? Aren’t you heading back to work?” He asked, that question seeming like the most appropriate compared to the million others that were swarming in his mind.
“I was but I thought maybe you’d want this?” He was shyly looking away, a blush barely gracing his cheeks. In his outstretched hand was the blue sweatshirt he wore on a semi-regular basis. The one he’d been wearing this morning. The one that reeked of his scent. “You mentioned that you usually do your” he cleared his throat “heats alone. It’s good for omegas to have something from a familiar alpha. Even if it’s just a friend.” The last part was tacked on like an after thought, rushed out quickly.
Dennis couldn’t help but stare. He wanted it so badly. But he knew he shouldn’t.
“Dr. Robby… I shouldn’t, that’s probably stepping over some workplace line.”
“You’re right, you’re right. Sorry, I shouldn’t have even offered.”
Before he could pull the sweatshirt back into his possession, Dennis reached out, the old, pilling fabric calling to him. He couldn’t stop himself as he pulled the sleeve to his face, inhaling the scent deeply. His eyes closed in satisfaction and he let out a quiet “oh.” He finally felt that slick run down his inner thigh. Unable to stop himself, Dennis gathered the entire garment in his arms, pressing his face into the fabric and breathing deeply. He moaned as the scent wrapped around him, filling his chest. But it wasn’t enough.
The sweatshirt was disregarded on the floor as Dennis tugged Robby into the apartment by his collar, burying his face into the man’s chest. He continued to let out hums and moans as he breathed in his scent, his arms wrapping tightly around his midsection. He couldn’t help himself as his hips canted upwards, grinding against Robby’s leg.
“Whitak-” Robby started, quickly being cut off as Dennis lifted his head to stick his nose in the junction of neck and shoulder, inhaling.
“Alpha.” He sighed out blissfully.
As if something inside him had snapped, Robby’s hand latched onto the back of Dennis’s neck, covering his scent gland with the wide spread of his palm. The two stumbled back farther into the apartment, neither knowing who attached their lips first. The kiss was searing, like touching the surface of the sun. But Robby’s lips were soft and slightly sweet, the taste of stale breakroom coffee lingering on his breath; Dennis was sure he tasted just the same. His legs scrambled back until he hit the couch, using any strength he had left not to tumble backwards.
The feel of Robby’s lips was intoxicating, so much more than he had guiltily thought about in the back of his mind on lonely, dark nights. There was one hand gripping his waist, the other still stuck to the back of his neck, making him feel heady.
“Dr. Robby,” Dennis breathed into his mouth.
“No.” The reply was quiet but sure. “Just-just Robby.”
“Mmm, Robby.” Dennis smiled into the next kiss, the taste on the older man’s lips addicting. He could feel his pants growing tighter, dick pressing against his boxers as slick continued to wet his thighs— he needed to do something about it, and soon.
“Bed,” he mumbled, trying to push Robby in the direction of his room. The man stumbled back, farther than Dennis had intended. When he tried to pull him into another kiss, Robby didn’t budge.
“Whitaker, we shouldn’t…” His voice trailed off, looking anywhere but his face.
“I don’t care.” His reply was breathy but firm.
“You should care, I’m your attending.”
“Yeah, and you came back to my apartment when you knew I was going into heat. Don’t act like a savior right now, I don’t need it.” Dennis grabbed Robby’s wrist in a tight grip, not painful, just solid, and pulled him into his room.
He didn’t have time to be embarrassed by any mess that littered the space, not when Robby was finally pliantly giving in. He pushed the taller man onto the bed, the old springs groaning at the sudden weight.
At this point, Dennis’s heat was setting in full force, the room warm and bright with his citrusy scent— cloying and loud. It made Robby ache with want.
“You’re sure you want this?” Want me? The unspoken question lingered a step behind.
“Fuck yes.” Dennis’s answer was quick and firm, no room for second guessing. He climbed on top of Robby, immediately feeling big, warm hands on his thighs, holding gently but solidly. Dennis leaned down to connect their mouths once more, their scents tangling together.
He couldn’t help but grind down on the hard bulge in Robby’s own pants, the man groaning at the feeling. His hands slid up his legs to grasp at his ass, gripping and pulling so that they were impossibly closer.
“Need it… in me.” Dennis panted out, his boxers had become completely soaked with slick, the friction chaffing at his thighs.
The growl that erupted from Robby’s chest surprised the both of them, but neither had time to show it as he flipped them over, pawing at Dennis’s pants. They made quick work of undressing, no time to tease or make a show. They were hungry.
Dennis pressed his head into the pillow, staring at the sight above him. He licked his lips. A broad, hairy chest, leading to a soft tummy graced with a salt and pepper happy trail. His eyes followed all the way to his dick, hard and red, already leaking with precum. Dennis whined at the thought of it being inside him.
“Whitaker!” Robby called as if it wasn’t the first time, snapping him back into focus.
“Hm?”
“Condoms?”
Dennis whined, shaking his head. He didn’t want anything to be separating them. His instincts were starting to take over; soon he wouldn’t be able to do anything but whine and mewl, call out for alpha.
“I know, I know, baby.” The pet name sent a shiver down his spine, more slick leaking onto the sheets below him. “We gotta be safe, though.”
Robby leaned down to press a kiss to Dennis’s cheek, sweet and thoughtful, before burying his nose in the crook of his neck. In an instant, Dennis was calm again, the feel of being scented quieting his anxiety. He looped his arms around Robby’s back, pulling him in tight to settle in his scent. He let out a sigh of content.
“Don’t have any.” He mumbled into the quiet air of the room. “Too much money to just spend my heat alone.” The words slurred out like he’d nursed an entire bottle of tequila in one sitting, drunk off amber and pear.
Robby chuckled lightly. “Should’ve figured.” He pulled back, not missing the pout on Dennis’s face, before he yanked his wallet from his pant’s pocket. Tucked safely inside was a condom, very old school and useless up until this point, but he thanked his past self in this moment.
“Are you sure you wann-”
“Shut up and fuck me already.”
Robby grinned at the fierce reply, amused by the med student’s unusual forwardness.
Robby made quick work of putting the condom on, staring at the slicked hole before him. He wanted to taste it. He knew Dennis just wanted to fuck, but he couldn’t pass up the opportunity.
Dennis stared confused as Robby slowly lowered himself onto his stomach, before a wet, rough sensation against his hole had his hips lifting off the bed. Robby’s tongue was warm and strong, the moan he let out muffled by Dennis’s thighs that tightened around his head.
“Fuck!” Dennis threw his head back, eyes shut tightly.
“God you taste so good.” Robby licked a long stripe from the trail of slick on his inner thigh all the way up over his hole. He fucked his tongue in and out, drinking up the wetness pouring out.
Dennis couldn’t help but arch his back into the sensation, hand reaching down to tug at Robby’s hair as he moaned and whined loudly. He’d never had someone do this to him, let alone so thoroughly. The feeling was overwhelming, had his thighs shaking. Robby’s tongue curled and lapped, easily eating him up. Dennis could see the way the man’s own hips were grinding down into the mattress, looking for friction.
When Robby pulled back, a shiver ran down Dennis’s spine at the sight of his slick matting in his beard, lips shiny with the fluid. After a few hard pants, Robby kneeled higher, pulling Dennis by his thighs closer, their hard cocks brushing against each other.
“Ready?” His voice was low, gruff after all the work his mouth just put in.
“Yes, alpha.” Dennis was lost in his head, all thoughts gone other than alpha, alpha, alpha.
Robby pushed in slowly, gently. Dennis knew he was trying not to hurt him, but with the amount of slick pouring out of him, the slide was never going to be anything but easy. He bottomed out, holding his cock inside as deep as it would go before easing out again. He started with shallow, slow thrusts, quickly gaining depth and speed.
Dennis whined and moaned, calling out for more. He needed it hard and fast, needed the heat to be fucked out of him.
“More, please, Robby, please.” He begged, reaching up for the wide set of shoulders above. Robby complied, tucking his head into Dennis’s neck to hold him tight before thrusting hard.
He saw stars, moaning high and tight. It felt so good, nothing any toy could ever compare to. Nothing anyone else could probably ever compare to. Robby’s scent had filled the room, sending calming waves crashing over Dennis’s mind. It was warm and filling.
“You feel so good wrapped around me.” Robby moaned out, low and deep.
“Feel so good inside me.”
Robby continued to fuck into him, hard and fast, sitting back up for better leverage. The roll of his hips was addicting, Dennis bucking his own to meet the thrusts. The sheets stuck to his back, wet with sweat and slick pooling under his ass. The air around them was hot, intoxicating, suffocating. He was glad Trinity wasn’t home because he’s sure their scents were leaking out under the crack in the door, engulfing the apartment with the smell. Dennis’s hands fisted in the sheets, clawing and tugging, looking for some semblance of solid ground, something to tether him to real life. His mind swam, all the pleasure in his body making his brain numb. His breaths were labored, matching Robby’s stuttering pants. The bed squeaked loudly at the force of his thrusts, slamming the headboard against the wall and no doubt pissing off a neighbor or two. Dennis didn’t realize it would feel this good to be fucked into oblivion. Robby’s tall, strong body was allowing him to fuck into Dennis hard, gripping his waist and legs so he didn’t go anywhere.
In the same way that he was manhandled at work by the attending, Dennis would let the man do whatever he wanted to him if it felt this good.
“Fuck, fuck, Robby, I’m gonna…” He moaned out, not even able to finish his sentence.
“Gonna what? Gonna cum, baby?”
Dennis whined, nodding. He wasn’t sure if he was nodding in agreement or to tell Robby to keep calling him that.
“Make me cum, please. Please, alpha.”
The name was going straight to Robby’s dick every time Dennis said it, his head swimming with want.
“Shit!” He pulled out, quickly flipping Dennis onto his front before sliding back in. The position was a better angle for Robby to just hold on and pound.
The moans and whines that came out of Dennis’s mouth were down-right sinful; loud and unabashed. The noises strung closer together as Dennis got closer, the friction of his dick against the sheets feeling so good.
Robby leant down, his thrusts becoming jerky and unstable as his own climax snuck up on him. He couldn’t help himself as his jaw opened, unthinking as he growled out “Mine.” before biting into Dennis’s shoulder.
Dennis came with a shout, the pain of the bite quickly subsiding to mind-numbing pleasure. All he could think about was his alpha, marking him, their scents twisting together to create one. He moaned high as he felt Robby’s dick twitch inside him, pushing as far as he could as he came.
Both men’s bodies went limp as they relaxed, Robby using the last of his strength to land next to Dennis instead of on top of him. The only noise in the room were the heavy pants they let out, slowly quieting until they both drifted asleep.
*
The light streaming in from the slatted blinds had Robby squinting as he woke. The room was unfamiliar, but he immediately recognized the situation as he breathed in the bright citrus scent. He shot up, panic rising in his chest of what he’d just done: blown off work and fucked his heat-inebriated med student. Oh he was so going to hell.
Maybe he could sneak out, pretend it never happened, flee the city, or the state, or the country.
He took a glance around to get his bearings, the sight before him reminding him why running would be a bad idea.
Dennis laid curled on his side, tightly hugging Robby’s sweatshirt, face pressed into it, presumably so he could take in his scent. Further inspection had Robby smiling sweetly. While he was asleep, Dennis’s instincts had obviously kicked in, causing him to build a cozy nest around the two of them. Shirts, blankets, sweaters, anything warm and soft that could be found was piled around them, tucked in strategic ways so that nothing fell off the bed. Robby’s nose caught a whiff of a third lingering scent, a tick of annoyance grinding at the back of his mind until he recognized the smell as Santos’s fresh scent. It was sweet of her to give something to Dennis for his nest, though Robby internally laughed at the thought of her surely handing it over begrudgingly. Her care for her roommate was well hidden, but he could see it.
Robby sighed, resolute to stay put for now. He already was missing at work, what would a few more hours really change? He’s sure Dana was covering for him; he owed her big time.
As Robby laid back down, snuggling into the warm feeling of the well constructed nest, he felt Dennis snuggle closer, abandoning his grip on the sweatshirt in favor of burying his head in the crook of Robby’s neck. He brought a hand up, stroking loosely at the light colored curls, soft to the touch.
“Feels nice.” The voice made him jump, not expecting Dennis to be awake.
“That’s good.” The reply was simple, a bit awkward honestly.
“You don’t need to stay, I’m feeling a lot better. You should get back to work, they need you.”
Robby was reminded of the moment they shared on Dennis’s first day. They need you too. His mind danced between agreeing and dissenting. Did he want to stay? Or did he want to go?
“I’m pretty cozy, though.” He tried to play off any awkwardness he was feeling with light hearted humor.
“Really?” Dennis sat up, the wide eyed, starry look on his face had Robby’s stomach rolling with fondness.
“Mhm.” A simple nod.
“I’ve never nested with someone else before, I’m glad I did a good job.” Dennis’s eyes shifted to a pile of blankets by their feet, a light blush dusting his cheeks and ears.
“You did great, kid.” Robby reached up to ruffle his hair, not missing the way Dennis’s shoulders sank.
“Hmm.”
“What’s wrong?”
“After all that, I’m still just a kid?”
Robby’s stomach sank. He was never good at confronting feelings; it’s why all his other relationships had failed: Jack, Heather, Janey.
“Look, kid-”
“Stop calling me that.” Dennis’s tone was sharp, incredulous even. It made Robby flinch just a bit.
“Sorry, you’re right.” Robby wasn’t sure what else to say. He let the silence sit for a moment, Dennis picking at a loose thread of his bed sheets. He hauled himself up once again; laying down to stare up at the other wasn’t helping his awkwardness go away.
Dennis heaved a sigh. “I know we shouldn’t have done that. I’m sure we violated so many HR codes, broke ethics committee rules, but at the time I wasn’t thinking about that. The only thing I cared about was how good your scent smelled.”
Robby wanted to interject, say it was his fault for bringing his sweatshirt up when he knew Dennis was on the verge of breaking.
“I know it’s a big ask, but please don’t say anything at work. It’s hard enough to be taken seriously in such a tough environment as emergency medicine as an omega. Doing something as stupid as this” fuck, that stung “would completely destroy my career. My rotation’s almost over, I’ll even rescind my internship application for the Pitt so you don’t have to see me ever again, just please don’t tell anyone.”
By the end of his word vomit, Dennis was breathing heavily, hands fisted tightly in his blanket, eyes squeezed shut. But Robby only heard one thing.
“You applied to intern with us?”
“Yeah,” his voice was shaky. “I’m learning so much and everyone in the Pitt is so skilled and kind. As hectic as it is, I really love it.”
“Good. We need you.”
Robby’s words finally made Dennis look up, surprised.
“You care so much about the patients, you’re a quick learner, a good listener, and honestly,” he sighed “I don’t think anyone else could’ve gotten me off the floor that night.”
Dennis’s surprise melted into something more subdued, a fondness Robby reveled in being on the receiving end of.
“I won’t tell anyone, I promise. It’s not worth losing one of my best students.”
“Thanks. For everything, Dr. Robby.”
“Just Robby.”
They smiled at each other, the atmosphere finally settling into something more gentle.
They didn’t talk about it again, not when Robby was begrudgingly untangling himself from Dennis’s perfectly warm nest before Trinity could get home. Not when Dennis returned to work 2 days later, refreshed with sleep, an undefinable pep in his step. Not when he returned the sweatshirt that Robby “forgot” on his bed. They didn’t even talk about it when Dennis came looking for Robby at central months later during his internship in the Pitt, scent starting to swelter, asking for a ride home.