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Dennis started his rotation in emergency medicine tomorrow and he needed to have a good nightâs sleep. Which is why he found himself in a bar a short walk from the hospital, he wasnât going to get the rest he needed in his crappy hospital bed so he needed to find another bed for the night. Sure, it wasnât the healthiest way of securing a decent bed but it worked for him.
He usually went older, guys his age had similar sleeping situation to him, bare mattresses and lumpy pillows. But older men meant stable, meant money. Older men meant town houses, a solid bed frame and a comfy mattress. They also knew what they were doing better which meant Dennis got to enjoy himself before his lovely sleep.
overly knowledgeable dennis who can turn on the Porn Mode from hookup experiences but is hiding it for one of his first serious relationships x robby who knows how to get âer done but has been so vanilla that he gets flushed every time he talks dennis through it. robby only knowing d/s so he shrugs and begins exploring the idea of being a dom. dennis saying âyes bossâ one night in a lightly mocking tone and feeling robby pause as he cycles through every emotion in a single second. robby hesitantly telling pleading for him to say it again, dennisâ lips curling up eagerly and his voice shifting as he caresses his new service topâs face
service (and sub) top robby i know that's RIGHTTTTT
i like to think about dennis and robby being together so long that they start to pick up mannerisms from one another. dennis starts to rub at the back of his neck when he's nervous and cross his arms when he's listening to someone speak. robby starts to scrunch his nose when he's disgusted and tilt his head when he's confused by something.
i especially like to think about dennis picking up a little yiddish from robby. the first time "oy gevalt" comes out of his mouth, it feels so natural that he doesn't even think about it, but trinity gives him a knowing look. the first time dennis unthinkingly describes something as "farkakte," dana rolls her eyes and makes a comment about physically separating him from robby. when dennis mutters something about princess being a "yenta," it feeds the rumor mill for days.
for robby, it's the greatest thing in the world. nobody he's ever dated has really stuck around to pick up any of his yiddish phrases, and hearing them from dennis reminds him so terribly of home, of childhood, of dinners with his bubbe and zayde. every time dennis tells trinity to stop kvetching, or tells a med student to do something with chutzpah, or complains about schlepping somewhere, robby wants to wrap him up in his arms and never let him go.
needy robby begging dennis to sit on his face, puffing out unintelligible, âcâmere baby, pleasepleaseplease.â the way heâll keep going even after dennis squirted on him, and dennis cries out in pleasure, then pain because of oversensitivity before dennis has to resort to pulling at robbyâs hair and trying to shake robbyâs grip off of him because robby! robby sâ too much! the way dennis will get on wobbly knees and look down to his lover only to see robby gazing back at him all dazed and satiated and drenched. his beard, his nose, his maw, even down his chin to his neck is covered by dennisâ squirt but robby just licks at his lips and rumbles out a needy moan like thatâs the most delicious thing heâs ever put in his mouth. andâ
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DAY 1 - found family // "you're stuck with me now, whether you like it or not." - 7/10
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the conference room was packed wall to wall with residents, every table covered in identical stacks of forms, packets, insurance information, tax documents, confidentiality agreements, and enough signatures to make dennis wonder if anyone actually read half of what they were signing. the hum of conversation drifted through the room, every so often by the scrape of chairs against the tiled floor or someone raising a hand to ask where another initial belonged.
trinity had naturally decided she was going to be the first to finish before everyone else. dennis had watched her flip through the packets, barely slowing long enough to read the headings before another page disappeared beneath her hand. she clicked her pen with confidence, muttering under her breath whenever a section seemed unnecessarily repetitive with a scoff, scribbling her name for what felt like the hundredth time. he grinned to himself, shaking his head as he worked at a considerably slower pace. she was already pages ahead of him again.
Trinity "i will be kind to you but cover it up with some bullshit" Santos my beloved <3
thinking about how often when someone exits a period of long trauma, their body just shuts down for a while until they begin to recover- and thinking about dennis going through this after he finally realises he's safe and not homeless anymore, but with robby by his side who takes care of him every moment that he's healing.
when it first dawns on dennis that he's not at risk of living on the streets anymore, its right after robby's added him to the deed of the house, showing him on no uncertain terms that he's not going anywhere. this is now dennis's house too, he's got equal ownership with robby. it's paid off, owned fully, there's no monthly rent or risk of being kicked out- he's got a *home*. at first, dennis falls into robby's arms and sobs so hard he nearly vomits, and then he shuts down.
the physical strain and fear and memory of sleeping rough (and what he'd had to do if he wanted a warm bed) are all lifted at once, and he shuts down. that night, he sleeps like a rock for fifteen hours. when he wakes up, he can't get up. hes exhausted, his body is like lead and his brain has shut down too. he stays in bed silently, laying there in the warmth and drifting. he's not thinking. he's so, so tired and now he can finally sleep.
robby knows what this is and what his boyfriend is going through- he knows it could be weeks before dennis surfaces from processing his release from trauma and begins healing, and he's ready. he's been where dennis is. he doesn't hesitate to take indefinite leave off of work to take care of his boy, jack understanding fully when robby spoke to him.
dennis stays in bed. he sleeps sixteen to eighteen hours a night, deep sleep that is dreamless and heavy, and robby watches him carefully. it's like his boy is catching up on every moment of rest stolen from him by nights of cold, fitful turning on park benches, or laying tensely in a hookups bed, hoping to be allowed to stay there until first light. whenever he wakes, he doesn't move or speak, he just gazes softly into the distance.
robby takes care of him. he feeds him by hand each day for every meal, dennis just about able to open and close his mouth when prompted. he brings everything he can to dennis, water in a bowl to wash his face and body gently, a small basin so he could brush dennis's teeth, an armchair next to the bed he could nestle his boy temporarily when he changed the bedsheets to keep them fresh and comfortable.
what he can't take to dennis, he takes dennis to. he carries him to the bathroom and helps him go, supporting dennis to be able to sit on the toilet and having zero judgement in aiding him through it all. dennis stays quiet and vacant, healing and processing slowly, steadily, carefully. he'll get there, robby knows. he won't ever rush dennis's brain dealing with the fact he was safe now.
it takes weeks, but robby wouldn't change a thing. dennis needed him, and he was there. the older nearly cries from delight when one night dennis shifts slowly round in bed to rest, snuggling into robby's side and tucking his head in close to the hairy chest. it was pretty much the first voluntary movement from his boy in over a month. from there, it's clear he's hit rock bottom and was managing to climb up again.
he's slowly able to shift more, his eyes focus periodically and he smiles at robby when he brings him food to eat. he needs less aid when going to the bathroom, robby not needing to hold him upright anymore, just to hover next to him to steady him if needed. he's mending, settling, emerging from his exhaustion.
the first words he speaks in nearly six weeks are quiet and hoarse, but the most beautiful thing to ever grace robby's ears. dennis cuddles into his lap of his own accord, coughs slightly until the older gently helps him take a drink, and then whispers, so soft yet so sure, "I love you, robby".
robby isn't ashamed to say he cries in happiness and love and relief. his boy will be okay, he'll be okay and safe forever in his arms and off the streets. he'd have taken years off work if that's what denny had needed.
"i love you too, my dennis."
It wasn't that Dennis didn't want to, he did he really really did. But that didn't stop the fear of the thought. The incredibly hot thought. He didn't want to hurt Robby by accident, they work in the er for christs sake they see crazy sex injuries every day. But robby kept insisting. Kept talking about how much he yearned for Dennis's cunt suffocating him. How robby would try and flip them over when he was eating dennis out. Nose pressing against dennis's twitching t dick.
It took months of begging on Robby's side to finally get dennis to agree. The resident hovering over robby's face as the older man practically drooled. "are you sure about this?" Dennis murmured shy and bashful.
"i want nothing more"
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Dennis graduation for his undergrad happening before his transition. His parents bought him a really beautiful dress, he hated wearing it but it was truly beautiful, and it was the last thing his parents ever got for him.
Anyway, the dress is one of the few things he kept, despite everything. He just couldnt bring himself to throw it away or sell it. Trinity finds it folded neatly in his drawers when sheâs raiding for something to wear, and it is gorgeous. Dennis tells her the significance, how he canât throw it away, but when she asks, he lets her borrow it.
He manages to forget it after a while, but by the time of his graduation, Trinity is insisting she pick out what to wear, that he focuses on everything else but she will sort it out. The day of graduation, Trinity hands him a suit before dashing off to get changed herself. They re-meet in the living room, and Trinity is wearing his old graduation dress, tailored to be much shorter than the modest length his parents approved of, the excess fabric in her hand. He fumbles a little bit, unsure what go say, but she approaches, unfurling the fabric and pulling him over to tie it around his neck.
When sheâs finished fussing over him, she drags him to the mirror, and theyâre beautifully matching - a tie and pocket square the same fabric as the dress. He leans against her, eyes welling as trinity squeezes his shoulder, before sheâs hustling them out of the door.
Sex has been different for Robby for the last couple of years, perhaps even before he hit the half-century mark. Sometimes, it takes a while for him to get hard, and at other times he can't do it without a little bit of help. And lately, it has been taking him a while to come, if he does that at all.
That's why he decided to date people closer to his age range, or whatever fucked-up version of dating that he had going on ever since Janey broke up with him and Heather left.
Dennis Whitaker is, undoubtedly, far too young for Robby âhell, he could be very well be the kid's father. Not only that, but he had been a med student doing his rotation at the pitt not so long ago, he still is an intern there, working under Robby.
And yet, that didn't stop Robby from falling into bed with him. Well, he told himself, he was already beyond fucked up, what's a bit more? Besides, Dennis would soon realize how old and damaged Robby was when compared to his youthful self, and he would leave rather quickly.
But, if anything, Dennis seemed to grow more comfortable with Robby every single day, even the things about his age that he despised, Dennis seemed to love them. Whenever Robby got up from the couch with a grunt, there was Dennis, looking at him with dark eyes and biting his lip. If Robby used his glasses to read something, half of the time Dennis would sit on his lap and kiss him hungrily.
The most obvious thing was with the sex. Robby had been embarrassed at first, surely Dennis could find someone who would match his stamina and desire better â not that Robby didn't want him, but he was aware of his limitations. However, the first night he couldn't get it up, despite Dennis looking up at him with those big eyes and his tempting body shivering under his hands, the younger man hadn't protested at al. Instead, he had pushed Robby down into the mattress, kissed all over his body before settling in between his legs, and then taking his flaccid cock on his mouth for what felt like hours. Robby had to nudge him awake because Dennis had snoozed off with it still in his mouth, sucking sleeply and comfortable.
Now, whenever they're at work and he sees Dennis biting a pen absently, his cock gives a valiant twitch inside his pants, remembering how warm and wet that soft mouth of his feels.
Yet Dennis' favorite thing, apparently, is when Robby takes a while to finish. Robby still remembers being young, being able to come multiple times the same night and still being hard afterwards; it has been a while for him, but it seems Dennis has plenty of energy to spare. So he can fuck his boy until his back is aching, until Dennis is sobbing and shaking from the overstimulation and his cock is merely twitching over the small puddle on his stomach, all while Robby still has to come once.
Had a fun hucklerobby Dramaâ˘ď¸ idea today, I may elaborate on this at some point but I need to get this written out to make sure I donât lose it. So:
Somehow Robby ends up in a local paper, maybe the ED was helping with a building collapse and he got hurt making sure a patient was safe, maybe he got hurt intervening in an active shooter in the ED, the reason is less important than the result: Robby is in a local paper and heâs also stuck in the ICU for a couple days.
Dennis and Jack have been rotating who stays with him (with Trinity and Dana also hanging around); Dennis was added as an emergency contact for Robby after a year of them dating. Currently, Trinity is working so itâs just Dennis. Heâs headed to the elevators to go get them both some food and he hears a woman asking for Michael Robinavitch at the nursesâ station. Dennis immediately steps in because he has never seen this woman before. She tells him she must be his grandmother which just confuses the shit out of him. But eventually he finds out who she is: Robbyâs mother, whoâs dying and wants to see her son one last time.
âbut are people like me, you knowâŚwelcome?â dennis asked while looking at labs on one of the communal tablets.
trinity quirked her head to the side while typing. âwhatâs that supposed to mean? itâs a pride night! of course youâre welcome.â
dennis looked up and took in her confused face. âso, theyâre chill with allies being there?â trinityâs mouth dropped open. she didnât reply, which made dennis scared heâd said something wrong. âi donât mean anything by it! iâve just seen some stuff on twitter about allies making pride about themselves.â
victoria was lurking in the back, eavesdropping on everything, but when it became obvious trinity didnât know what to say, she chimed in. âden, what do you mean ally?â she said it with that vocal fry dennis kinda loved.
âam i-am i not supposed to call myself that?â he wondered. he really was trying. in the past five years, heâd learned a lot about how to word things. was he not an ally yet? was there a new word for it?
trinity, mostly recovered from her uncharacteristic speechlessness, replied, âso are you notâŚâ she trailed off.
âwhat?â dennis demanded. ânot what? iâm not homophobic, if thatâs what your asking.â
âno, den. no one thinks youâre homophobic,â victoria soothed, while stepping closer. âi guess we both assumed you were queer.â
dennisâs face twisted up. he wasnât offended exactly. being thought of as queer wasnât offensive he reminded himself. âwhy would you think that?â
trinity and victoria looked at each other in alarm, then looked to dr. robby, who was unsubtly listening, then back at dennis.
trinity, not having time to get into all of it, said, âletâs talk about this at home.â
Dennis loses his phone during work, and heâs caught on the ground, mid search by Dr. Robby who seems amused by his antics and promises to help.
They look around for a bit, but Dennis is pulled into a case. So Robby starts searching on his own and gets the genius (obvious) idea to call him and listen for the buzzing of his phone.
A bit later, Dennis walks out of his patientâs room and finds Robby sheepishly holding his phone out to him and quickly mumbling something about a workstation and clipboard before rushing off as fast as he can.
Heâs not really sure what to think of it until he gets a bit of downtime and checks the notifications on his phone. And right at the top, he sees a missed called from Dr. Daddy. A contact name he forgot about drunkenly typing up while Trinity egged him on.
Dennis spirals because he thinks his boss has found out about his inappropriate crush on him in the most embarrassing way possible. Meanwhile, Robby is spiraling because he thinks Whitaker sees him as a father figure.
(They figure it out eventually.)
I can't stop thinking about amnesiac Robby after an accident having no memories right before his mentor's death because it traumatized him. His brain took a hit and his body is trying to protect him by not letting him relive the memory.
So, after he wakes up and Jack tells him that his husband is on his way, Robby heart fucking stops. HE'S MARRIED??? He's completely shocked because he has completely given up on the idea of ever finding someone. He was always working overtime, which destroyed all of his old relationships. But apparently he was wrong and he's fucking married.
He actually is so nervous and a little shy while waiting for his husband, Dennis Whitaker, to show up. Who took a good look at the mess of a person he is and thought "yeah, I want him in my life until the end"? When he asked Jack what type of person Dennis is, he told him "he's a good man, you'll see". Jack doesn't say that to just anyone so he's sure Dennis is way out of his league.
