this is the part 2 for my last text post :) plz be aware that there is a written part in the middle of this as well as the start. i just thought it would give u guys some context👅 content warning for; alcohol usage, throwing up, suggestive content but no smut (next part trust👀).
As Dennis steps out into the cold dark alleyway of Robby’s apartment, his mind is rushing with thoughts. What if Robby’s mad at him for last night? What if he says he never wants to see him again? What if he actually hates him?
His hands are knocking on Robby’s door before his mind can even process it. He hears shuffling inside, then the door swings open to reveal a very underdressed and tired looking Robby. He’s not wearing a shirt, and the only thing keeping him from being completely naked is his blue striped boxers. Dennis can’t help but notice the very obvious happy trail that makes it way down below the waistband of Robby’s underwear.
They stand there for a second, waiting for the other to say something. Robby eventually has enough, and manages to get a sentence out without stuttering.
“Come in, Den.” He shifts aside to let Dennis in. As Dennis walks, Robby’s gaze is set on him the entire time.
Robby’s apartment isn’t huge, but it’s definitely his style. There are shelves plastered across the walls, holding books that definitely haven’t been touched in over a decade. The rug under the coffee table has definitely been tripped over a few times tonight, proven by the flipped edge. Dennis subtly kicks the edge over, while keeping his gaze wandering around the room. He doesn’t want to make this more awkward than it already is.
“So… why did you want me to come over?” Dennis muttered. He gathers the courage to look up at Robby before he immediately averts his gaze back to the floor. Robby takes a step forwards and takes Dennis’ hand in his.
“Did you mean those stuff you said last night?” He repeats his question from earlier.
“Robby, I was drunk. But it wasn’t all lies.”
“God, I feel like such a bad person for having these feelings. I mean, I’m your boss after all.” Robby slurs.
“What feelings?” Dennis asks, locking his eyes with Robby’s.
A dry silence fills the air between them both, before Robby takes a step back. His face goes pale, and his hands come up to his face. He runs towards the kitchen sink before ultimately throwing up the alcohol in his system. He heaves into the sink, all the while spitting out apologies and quiet “Denny”s
“S’ok. It’s okay, Robby. I’m here.” Dennis comforts him, a hand on Robby’s shoulder.
After Robby overcomes the wave of nausea, Dennis guides him to his bedroom.
“Come, lie down.” Dennis waits until Robby’s settled in bed before he goes back to the kitchen and cleans the sink without complaint. Working in the emergency department will desensitise you to things like this. He grabs a glass and fills it with water, and grabs some ibuprofen and sets them on Robby’s bedside table. As soon as he’s sure Robby’s asleep, he quietly slips out of the apartment.
The emergency department is (for once) fairly quiet. Dennis finishes up with his patient before making his way to the staff room. His hands are almost shaking, and his heart is beating loud enough that he can hear it in his ears. He’s worrying that Robby will only tell him to fuck off and that will be the end of it.
As his hand curls around the door, he’s met with a very stressed looking Robby, as well as a very nosy looking Dana.
“Hey.” Dennis speaks up through the silence of the room.
Both Robby and Dana whip their heads around towards the door at the sound of Dennis’ voice. Dana takes a quick glance at his nervous stance, and returns her gaze towards Robby. She gives him a questionable look before smirking and backing away towards the door.
As soon as Dana is out of sight, Robby’s whole body relaxes. His tense shoulders drop as well as the breath he was apparently holding.
Dennis takes a seat at the table, and Robby follows.
“So.” Robby starts. “What do you need to talk about?”
Dennis gives him a look that’s best described as ‘you know what the fuck i want to talk about’.
“I already told you that I want to talk about last night, with you being sober now and all.” Dennis adds to the conversation.
“What is there to say? I was drunk and I messed up.”
“Why are you being such a dick, Robby?”
Robby’s broken tone shatters Dennis’ heart.
“Scared of what?” Dennis asks, his tone a lot calmer and more comforting this time.
“I’m scared that if I say the wrong thing that I’ll scare you off, I thought I had last night.”
“You didn’t,” Dennis confirms. “-I promise you didn’t.”
Robby relaxes at this statement. His eyes flick up towards Dennis, a newfound grin on his face.
“Why are you smiling.” Dennis huffs, although the smile on his face does nothing to back up his failed attempt at acting mad.
Robby shifts in his seat and looks up at Dennis.
“Do you wanna come over tonight? I’ll make some food, we can watch something?”
“Yeah, I’d uh- I’d like that.” Dennis replied.
As Dennis starts to make his way to the door, he’s stopped by a hand on his shoulder. Robby spins him around and Dennis lets out a surprised huff.
Their faces are inches away from each other, Dennis can hear his heart beat in his ears.
“I think we have a few seconds to spare.” Robby says before he lunges forwards and kisses Dennis.
Dennis lets out yet another surprised gasp at Robby’s bold move, but his hands travel up to the older man’s hair nevertheless.
Robby suddenly pulls back, leaving Dennis almost whining from the loss of contact. He fixes his hair and spins around.
“See you tonight, Den.” He says, before leaving the staff room.
Dennis is left sweaty, red and absolutely wanting more.
The day goes by quickly, just a couple more patients and Dennis is free to go home with Robby.
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