Pairing : Hucklerabbott (Whitaker x Robby x Abbott)
Song: Closer - Nine Inch Nails
Summary: Dennis agrees to house sit for Robby except the house and maybe Robby himself are watching him back. An impulsive night with Jack turns into a trap when Dennis learns Robby saw everything ... and wants more.
Contains: +18 MDNI, bdsm, sub Dennis, switch Jack, dom Robby, sex, guided masturbation, orgasm control, dubious consent, non-con voyeurism, surveillance, power imbalance, remote control.
A/N: I'm still looking to find my writing style, playing around with what works, so bear with me for a couple weeks until I find it. Might write a part two if you like it.
Dennis was nervous about house sitting, the mere idea of the invasion of privacy he was about to become a part of made his stomach churn. He was afraid he'd break something or damage a wall, that was the first thing he said to Robby after he tossed him the keys like it was nothing.
"Then don't" Robby replied, one corner of his mouth lifting in that lazy, infuriating way that made Dennis want to argue with a snarky response and kneel at the same time. "I'll tell Jack to come look after the house like planned".
Jack ... Dennis winced slightly at the mere mention of the name of the man that had started teasing him regularly during handovers, and sharing moments that they both pretended didn't happen outside of the privacy of the other's company, the older man was attractive but so was Robby and the mental and moral dilemma was starting to give Dennis headaches.
"I didn't say I wasn't going to do it" Dennis adds, Robby's eyes flicked down to the younger's lips almost obviously, Dennis gulps.
That should've been warning enough.
Robby's house was too clean, not spotless as Dennis would've guessed, it wasn't as sterile as the er. It was worse, it was curated, everything had a place and a function, no art hung on the walls but the space didn't need it, everything had been arranged for aesthetic instead of comfort. Dark wood, low lighting, a leather couch that looked expensive enough for Dennis to dread sitting on it, much less sleeping on the thing. There were floor to ceiling windows with heavy black curtains that swallowed moon and sunlight alike.
Dennis stood in the kitchen the first night, unpacking groceries he had bought, some instant cup noodles, snacks, protein and some vegetables he got out of guilt more than for its nutritional value. He was organizing as best as he could when it first happened.
The overhead light clicked on.
He hadn't touched the switch.
He stared up at it, then at the window, then at the long stretch of polished marble counter where his reflection stared back at him pale and spooked.
"Smart house, must be scheduled" he muttered to himself with a shaky laugh.
It kept happening for the next couple days, the AC turned on when it got too hot, lights turned on when Dennis needed them, the door unlocked before he stepped out once, the toilets flushed after he used them ... without them having any obvious sensors. He decided to ignore it, to play dumb to whatever was going on inside that house, ghost or human, he was going to ignore it all and play nice house sitter like Robby expected him to.
Despite constantly having an uncomfortable tingling on the back of his head whenever he walked into a room Dennis allowed himself little moments of misbehaving, he got cocky, started wearing Robby's hoodies and jackets he found comfy just to sniff them and bask in the feeling of wearing something that belonged to the older man. He sprayed them with some of Robby's cologne before sleeping in them, curling up into himself to pretend the man was holding him.
He missed Santos, missed the chaos and ruckus of having her around, of being thrown out of the apartment whenever doctor Garcia came over, of watching bad k-dramas with them randomly and ordering takeout to save on groceries. He was grateful for the opportunity to further gain Robby's trust but amidst all his stuff, of being an intruder in a space that he would otherwise never belong in Dennis felt lonelier than ever, lonelier than when he crashed in one of the hospital's empty rooms. Jerking off in his guest room wasn't helping either, but need overrides guilt.
Jack called around eleven on the fourth day, catching Dennis in one of his spirals as he laid on the couch, too hurt to even bother about the expensive leather anymore, he stared at the incoming call screen until he felt desperate enough to answer.
"How's house sitting, cowboy?" Jack's rich deep voice fills Dennis' ears in a way that has him relaxing immediately, coupled with the nickname that had come out of one specific night at Jack's apartment where after much teasing from the older man Dennis finally showed him some skills he picked up from growing up on a farm.
"Fine, I guess ... a bit lonely tho" He told Jack the truth, despite the emotional walls he put up around everyone Jack and Robby had a natural talent of tearing them down.
"You wouldn't ,we can't. It's his house." He sits up on the couch, feet bare on the cold floor tile.
"He didn't say anything against it, he said no babies, no Amys and last time I checked, I'm still called Jack. Come on cowboy, I miss you" The words make something deep in Dennis' stomach flutter, he presses his thighs together and bites his lower lip slightly as he considers the idea.
"Okay" A whispered temptation, one word, and Jack was already on his way, leaving Dennis to pace around the living room nervously. Out of all the stupid and dumb shit he had ever done this was about to take number one in the list, it was a complete violation of trust, of boundaries of decency, to fuck his attending's best friend, and boss right in said attending's house, he was surely going crazy because he wasn't worried about how Robby would feel if he knew. No, all he was thinking about is how much he needed Jack to stop the lonely thoughts that had been tormenting him ever since Robby left.
The knock at the door came after tormenting moments deep in thought for Dennis, he hurried to answer the door but it unlocked itself again, he was way too desperate to even acknowledge the action.
Jack walked in like he knew the place, because he did, those walls had beared witness to years of Jack and Robby's history, the windows had been fogged from their mixed breaths, the sheets knew their shapes so intimately, and Jack despised it all, whatever memories were trying to surface he was working overtime to bury them. They had made a promise after that disastrous night, they were to play nice, to cooperate in the er, a friendship formed from what once was a very specific and structured arrangement. One that Jack was still a bit spiteful about, maybe that was what made him call Dennis so late at night, knowing he'd get to have the younger man alone in a space so intimate for Robby, like it was payback. Because it was.
Jack was quick to pin Dennis against the wall before he could even get a word in, he began by kissing his neck nipping and biting while leaving wet kisses from under his ear right down to his collar, Jack scowled when he saw whose hoodie Dennis was wearing, he grabbed the younger doctor by the thighs to lift him up against the wall and carried him to the couch. Dennis was nothing but a gasping mess in Jack's arms, he knew what was coming after he agreed to let him come over, but he had never seen this version of Jack, so rushed and desperate. Dennis failed to notice just how Jack was positioning him right in the middle of the couch and how the lights turned fully on.
Jack pressed his weight on top of Dennis, he moved his hips up in a slow and delicious thrust that made Dennis outright whimper. They were still fully clothed yet the friction from the fabric was only making Dennis forget every ounce of decency he had left in him. All his past worries were gone, how this was his attending, how this was his boss's couch, his house, his hoodie, and that was just what Dennis wanted, he wanted a distraction, he wanted to stop thinking, he wanted some kind of cure for the spiral of loneliness he was so dangerously close to. Good thing Jack was just what the doctor ordered.
Jack bit down on Dennis' neck, leaving a deep and red mark, ownership. They both struggled against the other's clothes as quickly as they could, Jack felt like a teenager again, making out quickly in quiet moments or rushing for a quick fuck somewhere he shouldn't, afraid one of his parents would walk in on him, would watch their son misbehaving. But they were both adults, there were no parents in sight, but someone was indeed watching, and Jack knew that.
Jack was vicious and relentless, he fucked Dennis like he was mad at the boy, no gentleness in his touch or in his words, he bullied his cock up to the hilt inside Dennis before pulling out almost all the way just to ram back inside without warning, he repeated the motion again and again, leaving Dennis no choice but to brace himself against the leather couch, he was moaning, he was panting and drooling, no thought in sight.
Jack maneuvered him all around the house, he fucked him against the kitchen counter, in the living room table, on the bathroom sink, against every wall and surface he possibly could, before Dennis could make sense of what was happening his hands were balled into fists, clinging to the sheet of Robby's bed as Jack had him in all fours and back arching in a way that would leave the younger one aching the next few days.
Dennis slept like a baby, he woke up the next day at 10 am, half naked and only wearing Jack's shirt, how he put it on he did not remember, he stretched his arms and legs to assess the damage and soreness done to his body, he rubbed his shoulders before putting on a pair of Robby's pants and heading to the door. It was then that it hit him.
He was in Robby's house, in his room, this wasn't Jack's apartment and they had totally just done it on Robby's bed.
A mixture of both guilt and dread sank in, he hurried to clean as quickly as he could, the sheets were made a mess, every pillow was on the floor, even books that had previously sat in the night stand were scattered over, pages bent.
"Ah, fuck" He both sighed and groaned.
He went to work like nothing had happened, trying his very best to remain cool and collected as he worked through patients, his back was killing him and his knees were on the verge of collapsing every minute but he somehow made it through the day. It was the night that made him truly a mess.
He was exhausted and cleaning Robby's room to the best of his abilities when he noticed it, just as he was drawing back the curtains he looked up and there it was, tucked into the corner of the room, not hidden, a red light blinked once, then twice, the third time felt like it was done just to mock him. And he thought back to the strange occurrences in the house, every moment that he forgot because of jack's visit the day prior. Dennis stopped dead. He stood there, staring at the ceiling.
His brain snapped into action and he bolted out of the room, he examined every door in the house and everywhere he walked he found one, then another, the whole place was full of cameras, once he saw them he couldn't ignore them.
"No, no, no, no" He spun in a slow circle, eyes darting everywhere, over every vent, corner, smoke detector, the lights, the ac, every polished surface that suddenly looked threatening.
He ran into the first floor bathroom, he inspected every inch in search of a camera, he found none. In that moment of privacy, he broke down crying, sobbing into his trembling hands, he was for sure getting fired, years of medical career and studies thrown into the trash because of one night with his attending.
He fumbled into the hoodie's pockets in search of his phone, he unlocked it with trembling hands and he called Jack, who answered on the second ring.
"Jack, I- I'm going to get fired and Robby's gonna hate me and I'm going to have to move back to Nebraska and-" Jack cut him off worried.
"Hey, hey, deep breaths, come on Denny, you can do this" He guided the younger man through taking in deep breaths until his voice steadied enough to talk.
"Robby, he has cameras all over the house" He manages to blurt out in between hiccups of air.
"Oh?" Dennis demands after hearing a calm and collected oh come out from Jack's mouth.
"I mean," Jack said carefully "yeah".
Dennis went completely still. "What do you mean yeah?"
"I assumed he told you" Jack said.
Dennis' grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles ached. "You assumed that Robby told me that he was ... what? watching me?"
Jack exhaled "Dennis", he used his name, not Denny, not cowboy, not sweetheart or any of the infuriating nicknames he made for him, this was serious. "Do you want to know the truth?"
Dennis remained quiet for a moment, thinking about the implications of what he was about to hear, a million scenarios crossed his mind. Until he finally answered. "Yes, tell me"
Dennis swallowed, he leaned back against the bathroom tile and heard Jack continue.
"He doesn't like to watch strangers or random people. He likes control, he likes knowing what happens in his space. He likes ... seeing."
"You knew?" Dennis' voice came out softer than intended, tears threatened to spill down his cheeks again but this time not out of panic, not because of his own thoughts, but from betrayal. Because Jack knew and still allowed him to house sit for Robby, Jack knew and still came to visit, Jack knew and still fucked Dennis everywhere there was a camera.
"You could've told me" He tears up.
"Would you still have taken the keys?"
Dennis opened his mouth to retaliate, to say anything but the more he allowed himself to process, to think, he realized that yes, he still would've taken the keys anyway.
Jack chuckles under his breath, no real humor on it, just amusement. "That's what I thought"
Dennis didn't sleep much after that.
He laid in the guest bed, staring at the ceiling, imagining it to be riddled with hidden lenses everywhere, watching, recording, waiting, and the man behind them. Once the panic wore off something else took its place: curiosity.
A heat curled low in his stomach every time he moved through the house the next day, he wondered if Robby was watching him. Whether he was watching live. Whether he rewound the footage of the night he spent with Jack and studied it frame by frame.
It should've disgusted him.
He kept wearing Robby's clothes.
His phone screen lit up after breakfast, a text from Robby.
Dennis stared at the message, he knew, of course he knew Dennis knew, he slowly turned around until his eyes zeroed on the living room camera. His pulse jumped once he saw the blinking red light.
He typed back an answer, eyes never leaving the camera. "You're insane"
Robby replied almost immediately. "You're still here"
Dennis bit down on the inside of his cheek. "You should've told me" He typed and sent.
"Would you have stayed?" Dennis' heart stopped as he read almost the same words Jack had told him the day prior. Was he listening in through his phone too?
As his mind raced through all the possibilities of that happening another text from Robby comes in.
Every instinct in him screamed at him to throw the phone across the room, take his bags and leave. Dennies complied, heat crawls up the back of his neck as he walks barefoot to the bedroom, he sinks into the edge of the bed, shoulders tight, hands clenched in the sleeves of Robby's hoodie.
"Look at the camera" Dennis swallows and lifts his head up slightly, there above the bookshelf a tiny black lens. His mouth went dry.
He sat there almost trembling, eyes locked on the little dark circle, he let himself imagine Robby on the other side of it, somewhere in Alberta, phone in hand watching Dennis at his mercy.
Dennis' thighs pressed together before he could stop himself, humiliation flashed hot and immediate, was he really about to play along to whatever sick game Robby was playing at?
His phone buzzes again forcing him out of his thoughts.
"I won't force you to do anything you don't want to, door's open if you want to leave."
There it was, a way out, his chance to pack up and leave the way he was thinking of just minutes ago. But he didn't, not even an attempt to move a muscle was made. Instead he took a deep breath and typed.
"And if I don't? What would staying mean?"
Dennis watched the three little grey dots move on his phone rhythmically, he dreaded the text that popped up seconds after.
"It means, you obey, you do as you're told and we both get to have a good time." He didn't even had time to process the message until a new one popped after.
"I watched you and Jack, I know how you like it. Don't deny yourself of this new experience Dennis. I know exactly what you want. " A beat, a moment in time in which Dennis finally registered what was happening. Maybe his one-sided crush on Robby wasn't as once sided as he thought, the message that came after confirmed it.
"What I want?" Dennis asks almost baffled, how dare he know, how dare he pry into something that was so sacred for him.
"You want structure, you want the weight of choices and guessing taken away from you, you like being ordered around." He could almost hear Robby's voice as he read the text, the gruffness of it, the soft whispered way that he uses when commanding people in the er at his will, when talking Dennis through a procedure he was doing for the first time.
The phone rang, incoming call from Robby and Dennis' skin crawled with goosebumps at the thought of hearing him so suddenly. He put the phone up to his ear after answering.
"Do you still want to leave?" The voice, so close to his ear was almost enough to make Dennis lightheaded, he had fantasized about this so much. He took another deep breath, begging for the oxygen to reach his brain and think of a response to the madness that was suddenly unfolding around him.
He answered, out loud this time while looking straight at the camera. "No"
"Then, you're gonna listen to me, stop thinking. You don't need to think, you just need to listen"
Dennis gulps, he needs this, he wants this, he has spent the past few months holding onto Robby's commands for this reason specifically, because he doesn't need to do anything but listen.
"Take your pants off" Robby's voice comes through the phone in a calm and collected tone that's opposite to Dennis' internal turmoil, opposite to the way his heart is beating a mile per minute.
He takes a second to breathe before fiddling with the button to then let his pants pool down around his ankles, he kicks them aside.
"Good" The praise sends chills down his spine and blood rushing south. "Don't take your eyes off the camera" Robby adds making Dennis fight his own instincts to hold eye contact with the black lens, he presses his thighs together, still in his boxers only, he does his best to ignore how uncomfortable they felt restraining his rising cock.
Robby takes minute to just watch, take in the view of the man currently sitting on the edge of his bed, in his room, in his house, wearing his hoodie, everything about this situation screamed his, but he couldn't forget how that man looked under his friend, moaning and writhing. He wanted to get back at Abbott, wanted him to see who was really on control. So he took a screenshot of the screen and sent it to him quickly accompanied by a single text. "I want you there in 30". He needed to get the stage set before the main act.
"Boxers off baby" He spoke into the phone as he watched Dennis shyly reach for the waistband of his boxers and slide them down, freeing his already leaking cock without resistance. He wasn't expecting him to be this cooperating, this obedient, tho he assumed he would. By the way he saw the younger's eyes light up with every little word of praise thrown his way, by how he clung to his every word during a procedure, obeying little thing he thought to himself every time he saw the man do exactly as he was told. He wanted to see just how far he'd go to obey him. And he was getting a chance now.
"Touch yourself" He commands and can practically see Dennis' mind process the command, and slowly reach to give his erection a few pumps, he gasps softly at the warmth of his hand.
"Slower, touch the tip" Robby talks Dennis through what he wanted to see, watching the man do as h'es told exactly. As Dennis' movements started to grow rapid and desperate Robby interrupted the flow.
Dennis froze, hand mid stroke, he was so close, just a few more and he'd taste the sweet release of the moment, he needed it, he was desperate for it.
"Why?" as all he managed to cry out as his eyes filled with tears from frustration.
"Can't let you do this all by yourself, if you wait a bit more you'll have a reward. Can you wait? Can you do that for me, baby?" Dennis wanted to protest, wanted to do the very opposite and finish in Robby's bed out of spite. It wasn't as if he could physically stop Dennis from doing what he wanted, but something in Robby's voice made him hesitate.
"Please, I'm so close, just a bit more" He pleaded up into the camera like a prayer given up directly to god. In that moment Robby might as well be just that for Dennis, the giver of pleasure, of rest from his tumultuous mind.
"No love, you've got to wait. Just a little bit more and your surprise will be here."
Dennis' hand tightened on his cock, both angry and frustrated he wasn't getting his way, the thought of disobeying finally crossed his mind but just before he could do something about it he heard the front door open and quick and hurried steps rush towards the bedroom.
Jack opens the door, eyes falling on Dennis, sitting on the edge of the bed, teary eyed, half naked and desperate.
"Denny" Is all Jack says before reaching for him.
A quick "Ah, ah, ah" interrupted him, his eyes zero in on the phone on the bed and the familiar caller id.
"Tell him to kneel" Jack's eyes flicked down to the screen, then back to Dennis, a muscle in his jaw tightened.
Dennis did the same, his eyes looking up to Jack in realization. "Oh, so that's how this works" He manages to say, coming down from the high of the edging.
Jack's expression sharpened. "Dennis"
"You don't like taking orders?" The younger man asks.
"He does, he just likes the punishment better" Robby's voice cuts through the silence.
Dennis' heart hammered, the air in the room felt electric, charged, like the house itself was holding its breath. He was finally starting to understand the nature in Jack and Robby's relationship.
Jack on the other hand, hated and resented how much this whole situation was affecting him, how much power Robby still held over him, how much the memories of what they once were at their peak called for him. He thought defiling Robby's space with Dennis was the ultimate comeback, but he had handed Robby just what he wanted, Dennis in a silver platter. He had forgotten just how much his friend could gain the upper hand with just one command, how Robby could drag years of old habits right back to the surface. Once they had been very good at this, too good. The kind of good that left scars.
Jack swallowed the bitterness burning at the back of his throat and played along. For now.
"Kneel" Jack commands and Dennis obeys by slowly sinking to his knees in front of him.
"Good boy" Robby says, unclear who the praise was for, maybe for both Dennis thought, that made the ache between his legs resurface, he makes a strangled noise and hates himself for it.
Jack noticed, of course he did. "Well" He takes a step closer to Dennis, his hand sliding into his locks and pulling his head up to meet his eyes. "Now I want to know."
"Know what?" Dennis asks.
Jack leaned in until his mouth rested just beside Dennis' ear. "Who you listen to when we're both watching"
