I looove the idea of Rabbot who had a messy situationship that they broke off years ago to be professional, and Dennis who violently reminds them of why they loved each other and gets them back together. Like. “I’m STILL your emergency contact,” holds so so much weight in this scenario and it’s DELICIOUS.
Jack who fully thought he was over Robby until he saw how he smiled at Dennis and patted his back and shoulders and fist bumped him and just looked so enamored with him. The same looks he used to give Jack back in their day.
And he just gets this brash, jealous feeling deep in his chest. And he has a little thing for Dennis too, but seeing how much Robby likes him just sends his mind reeling. So, of course he uses it as an excuse to get closer to Dennis.
Robby who notices Dennis picking up some night shifts and Jack slinking around the schedule board. And he watches how Jack turns his gentle teasing and all his charms to the cute little intern. Robby was certain that he was alright being just Jack’s friend, but he gets so sad thinking about how it used to be him where Dennis was, watching Jack flush and stumble despite his usual cool behavior.
Dennis was frankly just sick of them waxing poetic about one another to him, so he just kept dragging them closer and closer together until one night, after he and Robby were done working and Jack had the night off, he dragged them both to a bar. They both had one hand resting on each of Dennis’s thighs, like a claim. Dennis leaned back, watching them stare at each other, before grabbing their faces and pushing them closer together.
“What the hell is this move?” Jack asked, pinching Dennis’s leg.
“Just kiss and make up so we can have a threesome,” Dennis huffed, just drunk enough to think that this would work.
Dennis in his fifties, blonde hair littered w grey. He still works in the ed but he also does classes from time to time, specifically about the differences present in rural medicine.
And jack and robby are college roommates and occasional fuck buddies who are foaming at the mouth every time Dr Whitaker guest lectures, getting excited every time they have a rotation at PTMC because that means they’re more likely to be able to sneak a glance at him at some point.
One day, they’re dicking around a bit leaving the lecture building, ready to get home, when robby stops dead in his tracks - jack is half on his back, arms around Robby’s neck. When he looks up, he sees what made him stop. Dr Whitaker is leaning against the wall of the building, cigarette hanging between his delicate fingers as he stares at them, smirking. They stay there staring for a bit, before Whitaker takes a final drag of his cigarette before stomping it out, leaving to his car with a wink and a lazy salute in the med students direction.
Jack and robby spend a week arguing about who that wink was for.
dennis always had a... fixation... on boots. he grew up around farms his whole life, would sometimes look at the farmhands while they worked for a little too long. cowboy boots, work boots, motorcycle boots, combat boots, they were all staples of the rugged men he'd think about when he couldn't make himself fall asleep. worn in, worked in boots, filthy despite the care put in every so often to cleaning them, polishing them, conditioning them.
sometimes dennis would think about how the men would react to him if they'd known what he was thinking about them. disgusting thoughts. perverted thoughts. thoughts of quickies in barns or being opened up on calloused fingers in the woods, stripped down to nothing but his boots.
he wondered if they'd hit him. punch him. choke him. kick him. leave red boot prints on his ribs and thighs. marks that would purple and blossom into pretty bruises on his pale skin. bruises that he'd be able to press into days later, remembering the sting of the blows to get off.
and then he moved out of the countryside. started working in a field that favored hokas and running shoes over a smooth, hard, black leather boot. he thought his fixation had died out. until he started dating jack abbot. jack abbot who had a closet full of different combat boots, each one meticulously cared for.
the draw of boots in his past was always laced with degradation. the idea that he's lesser than these men. sick. but when he was on his knees, chest against the floor, with his cheek pressed into the plush carpet of jack's bedroom? big, wet eyes peering up at the soft smile of the man sitting at the edge of the bed? all he felt was love from him. devotion. going both ways. his tongue darted out to lick over the boot. laving over the steel toe tip of it, leaving a trail of slick saliva over the side as he made his way up jack's ankle.
dennis loved the taste of the leather. the feel of the smooth grain on his tongue. loved feeling useful. servicing his boyfriend, his sir. it's something he'd never even considered in his old farmhand fantasies. serving them. jack made him feel special. made him feel like tasting his boots was an opportunity to be earned. something jack cherished him for.
and jack always rewarded dennis for his service. would let him jerk himself off while his mouth was full of jack's dick. or use jack's thigh to get off while jack murmured praise into his ear, nipping at his earlobe softly. no matter what it was, it was always worth the ache in his neck the next day.
rules i think they'd have: dennis makes jack's coffee the way he likes it every day (if they're working opposite shifts, he's expected to have it ready and waiting for jack when he comes in to work), jack chooses dennis's clothing (when he's going to be wearing scrubs, jack chooses his underwear), dennis should always walk a step behind jack and hold his hand when crossing the street to be safe, no using furniture at the house without jack's permission, no using the bathroom without jack's permission, always address jack with titles (sir/daddy at home, dr. abbot at work. never just jack or abbot), dennis is always the one to bring jack his drink both at home or at a bar (jack is always the one to pay), hold eye contact when asking a question/permission
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