it’s so hard to share huckleberry icecream
p2 —> p1
cucking. popewhit. ftm dennis. smut.
they ate. they talked. dennis didn’t want to pry about anything sensitive, so he asked about work, about what pope liked to do, about his taste in life. pope liked nice things. liked things that worked like they should. liked things clean. liked things in order. liked things a little predictable. he explained how dishwashers should actually be loaded with powdered soap, in section. because the dishwasher ran a prewash, wash, and rinse. so throwing a soap pod in would mean the soap only got used in the prewash cycle. you needed to pour powdered soap into the door trap, then a little powdered soap into the prewash tray atop the closed door trap. you could see the divot on it.
dennis looked at him dreamily.
“what?” pope said it with a little smile.
“do you know you’re a little autistic? it makes me swoon. it must make everyone else swoon, too. i feel swooned.”
pope blushed. just a light color on his high cheekbones. “i’m autistic?”
“on god.” dennis sat up straight. “you have to know this.”
pope shook his head, brow furrowing.
dennis reached across the table and took pope’s hands. “let me introduce you to a good friend of mine. another resident at PTMC. maybe we could uh…” dennis trailed off. if he introduced pope to mel, people would ask about abbot.
pope must have picked up on it and pulled his hands back. “you want to hide us from my brother.” it was just a statement.
dennis looked away. he didn’t even blush. he felt weird. how would it go? would jack try to stake his claim in public if dennis brought pope into the realm of others? dennis sighed and turned his palms upward. “he’s my boss. your his brother. he commands me to not got involved. i don’t listen. he commands me to not let anyone at PTMC know about you. i don’t listen.”
“you’ve told people?”
“my roommate. she’s another doctor there. when you sent the-“ dennis did blush- “the roses. she saw them when i got the box. she wanted to know about you. i told her you were just a friend i’d helped out with a medical problem.” dennis smiled into his own lap. “she thinks you’re great. and wants to meet you. she knows about the date we went on to the museum. and about this date.” he glanced up at pope. then he frowned. “i want to show you off. it shouldn’t be a problem. but, it is.”
“but. it is. because my brother is nervous i’ll fuck up his life.”
dennis raised a brow, then dropped it. “yeah. which i don’t think is fair, considering how he’s perfectly good at fucking up his life himself.”
that made pope bark a sharp, short laugh. he grinned at dennis, shimmied a little in his seat and he leaned forward. he had such a glint in his pretty eye. “wanna get out of here?”
dennis insisted on paying and told pope that he had to pay because they were both men. to which pope snorted and told him he was older and richer and therefore he should pay. to which dennis told pope that he himself was a doctor and would therefore be very rich very soon. to which pope replied that was a rich thought considering dennis would be in medical debt for decades, also citing decreasing doctor pay. to which dennis responded that maybe a socialist uprising would occur and eliminate student debt. to which pope laughed and pulled him in at the register and kissed his forehead.
it was very sweet. dennis folded into pope’s side, smiled into his chest. “i like this,” he muttered.
“yeah?” pope asked.
“yeah.”
and dennis did pay. and it was nice. and they drove back to pope’s place (because lena was at jack’s so jack could go about his life) and pope took his shirt off and then dennis was leaving happy kisses across his scarred body.
he pushed pope into the bedroom. the big man seemed to enjoy dennis’s enthusiasm, his taking control. seemed to enjoy the way the young man was trying to pin his hands behind his back and have his way. pope let it go on till he was hard and big, then he took control in an instant and flipped them over, hips pressed between dennis’s thighs.
pope frowned, holding dennis’s hands to either side of him. “where’s your cock?”
dennis blushed. your brother asked me the same thing.
pope cocked his head. “you’re… trans?”
dennis nodded. and it was then that pope used a length of sheet to tie dennis’s hands above his head to the headboard.
dennis protested but pope had dennis’s pants off, his socks off, had his hips propped up with a pillow. he dragged dennis’s boxers off before he pushed dennis’s thighs apart, eyes feasting. as dennis still was twisting and whining about wanting to touch, pope said, “shut up or i’ll gag you.” it made dennis’s thighs clench. pope reached between dennis’s legs, fingered the wet slit from bottom to top. he pinched dennis’s tdick and earned a yelp and a whimper for his experiment.
“asshole stop inspecting me,” dennis said. “i wanna make love.”
pope blinked up at him. “you wanna make love, with me?”
dennis blushed. “yeah. i wanna do it slow and sweet.”
pope grinned, crawled up dennis’s body. “are you just saying that cuz you lost the wrestling match?”
dennis arched up under him.
“huh?” pope kissed him full on the mouth and dennis wrapped his legs around pope’s clothed waist. pope pulled back to say, “yeah? you need this? tell me you need this.”
“i need you, pope.”
“call me andrew.”
dennis whimpered. “andrew, i need you.” he tried to pull andrew back down with his legs, but the bigger man broke the hold by sliding his big arms between dennis’s legs and himself and twisting his torso, lifting and unlocking dennis’s ankles.
dennis mouth hung open as andrew stepped out of reach. he shucked his pants. stripped completely. god be was the same size as abbot. christ.
dennis bucked his hips.
andrew crawled back onto him. kissed him. asked, “you wanna be in control?”
dennis nodded into another kiss.
“you wanna tie me up?”
dennis whimpered into andrew’s mouth. “please.”
“i like hearing you beg to tie me up.” they kissed again and dennis felt strong fingers stroking his tdick. he arched his back into the touch, eyes closing. “you can try tying me up, little doctor. but you should know as soon as i want you how i want you i’m breaking whatever restraints you have me in.”
dennis whimpered. god was he whimpering a lot around the two brothers.
“don’t stop,” andrew whispered, sliding two fingers into dennis. “i like your noises.” he kissed dennis and dennis moaned into his mouth as the man twisted his fingers and curled them hard. “you’re my man. too bad you don’t have a real cock to fuck me with. not that i would have let you if you did.” his thumb stroked lazy circles on dennis’s clit. “this is mine. you need lube for me?”
dennis nodded. “yes, please.”
pope untied him, got the lube and a condom. he let dennis roll it on, let dennis slick the condom with lube, let dennis climb on top and sink down and oh– dennis whimpered when he got onto the width of it all.
“yeah,” pope was rocking up into him. “like this?”
dennis began to ride, slow and in earnest. pope was big enough for pleasure, just as big if not bigger than his brother. dennis felt so good.
pope threw his head back, hands gentle and firm at dennis’s waist. neither of them spoke, they just enjoyed it, enjoyed each other. eventually dennis leaned down and sloppily kissed pope and pope flipped them, fucking dennis with ease. the pounding made dennis’s mouth hang open, made pope spit on his tongue, made dennis tear at his back. this was different than jack. pope fucked into him at a steady mind numbing pace. where jack had been rough and tearing, andrew was deliberate, exacting. funny how andrew was more the surgeon in bed than jack was. dennis was so lost in the man fucking into him. he wanted to tell pope he was just his. wanted to text jack and tell him he was done. wanted to move in to pope’s bedroom and never leave. he realized vaguely he was holding pope to him and vocalizing a pathetic “uh” at each deep thrust.
“gonna cum, sweetheart,” pope said, quietly. “you wanna cum with me?”
“yes yes yes.” dennis pried at pope’s back with his short nails, digging and huffing as the man began to drill into him. if he had thought pope was going hard before he had been wrong. he could feel his insides surge up, feel his diaphragm compress with each thrust.
“don’t touch yourself,” pope commanded. he was becoming a little breathless, finally. “don’t you dare.” he kissed dennis’s cheek. “unless you don’t think you can cum without it.”
“i can,” dennis said. “ah. andrew. fuck.”
the man had changed their position just slightly, had pushed dennis’s legs a little wider, was holding his ankles out in the air. how andrew was doing that and keeping the punishing pace dennis had no idea. he could feel the splay of huge muscles under his hands, the strain of the hard thick muscles. it made dennis begin to clench on andrew as he pulled back on each thrust. he had done this once before with a man, the clenching at the back stroke. it had made the man mumble worship about his pussy for a week. andrew began to gasp and fuck him harder, made andrew’s high voice come out in an even higher whimper. “fuck, baby, you feel good.”
dennis was grinning, proud. but he knew also he could never make pope’s cock feel that good if pope hadn’t put him in the right mental space to do it, his pussy trying to milk the man of it’s own volition.
dennis came as andrew lost full control, jack-rabbiting hard into his pulsing cunt. he clutched at pope’s neck, shaking and shaking. they lay together the way they had fucked, stuck together with sweat and throbbing in and around the other.
pope eventually pulled out, kissed dennis on the mouth, and lifted him gently into the air. “come on, baby. don’t want you getting a UTI.” he carried dennis to the bathroom and set him down on the toilet. “piss.” and dennis did. his piss dribbled out of him he had been fucked so good. he felt a little embarrassed, distantly. he was too blissed out to care. when he was done andrew paused and then hauled him into the shower and kissed him, cleaned him. he carried him back to bed and made him drink water before sleeping.
dennis kissed each of andrew’s knuckles. kissed his wrist. kissed his cheekbones and his eyelids. they fell asleep tangled together in the dark sheets.
***
dennis woke early in the morning to andrew bringing him a bowl of fruit in bed. he had work in a few hours.
dennis bit his tongue. he wanted to ask pope if he was still andrew’s this morning. he wanted to be andrew’s today. but he knew jack was waiting. he knew jack wanted to fuck him again. every morning and night jack’s eyes flicked to him once at hand off. it was a ravenous promise every twelve hours.
dennis plucked a piece of cantaloupe from the bowl. he settled for saying, “last night was…” he looked up at andrew. “i want that again.”
andrew’s mouth quirked. he looked so soft like this, his hair mussed funny from sleep. “yeah?”
“do you?”
andrew lowered himself onto the bed so they were eye level. “something’s on your mind.”
“how?” dennis cocked his head. “how could you tell?”
andrew’s smile was sad.
dennis looked down, played with his own fingers. it was awkward now. was it because he had held back from the truth? was it because of jack?
“is it jack?” andrew asked. he set the bowl of fruit on the table, sidled closer. “tell me.”
dennis’s stomach turned. should he tell pope? should he tell andrew? he looked up, captured by the big soft eyes. jack be damned. this man was softer than the emergency doctor could be. and andy wasn’t a fucking cop. psycho, maybe. but not any more than jack. jack who had basically assaulted him as a starting point for intimacy. dennis could still feel the canvas weave of jack’s pants as the man had shoved dennis’s head into his lap.
andrew leaned down a little, catching dennis’s eyes.
“do you know anything about non-monogamy?”
andrew frowned. “what?”
dennis wrapped his arms around himself. “the idea that two people who are dating are also dating other people?”
andrew didn’t say anything, he didn’t pull away either.
“i– someone else wants me. i’m worried i can’t… can’t be monogamous with you. we-“ dennis shook his head, covered his eyes- “it’s very weird. his, my– our. i can’t explain it. he–“
“hey. hey.” andrew had come closer, was wrapping his arms around dennis the way he would comfort lena. it made dennis’s heart wobble. “start from the beginning.”
“i can’t,” dennis choked. “i’m not in love with him but he’s possessive. i’m worried you or i or both of us will get hurt. or you’ll hurt him. i– i don’t know.”
“is he capable of hurting us?”
“yes. but i don’t think he would. well… i don’t know. i used to trust him.”
andrew tilted dennis’s face up, studied him.
“andrew?”
andrew just looked at him.
dennis took a shaky breath. “what do you want?”
“i want what you want.” it was a strangely earnest statement.
dennis shook his head, pushed pope gently backward till the man was laying on the bed with his feet on the floor. dennis straddled him. “andrew. i’m serious.” dennis searched the impassive face below him. “i don’t want you to just want what i want. i’m not gonna leave just because you have preferences.”
andrew took slow deep breathes, his hands came up carefully, carefully cupping dennis’s face. “i don’t care.”
“say it,” dennis said, taking in andrew’s heartbreaking expression. “say whatever impulse you think is too demanding to say out loud. the thing you’re burying; i want to know it.” he kissed pope’s palm. hot tears slid into those same calloused palms. “please, andrew.”
andrew pulled dennis down, kissed along his jaw line, cradled dennis to his chest. “i’ll take whatever part of you i can get.”
it made dennis sad and mad. andrew wasn’t second best. he was andrew. he was so sweet. so strong. he had so much restraint. he fought himself for others. dennis wiped at his own tears. “don’t you want me to yourself?”
andrew’s brow furrowed. “do you… want that? do you want me to have you? to myself?”
dennis bit his lip. he felt crazy. was he crazy? “i… i want…” he shook his head, wiped at his eyes again. “i want you there-“ he leaned in till his mouth was buried in andrew’s neck, up against his ear- “like… like my own guardian angel.”
andrew’s breath came slow and even. controlled. his arms had tightened around dennis, and dennis was very aware of his own arousal, and of the hard length of andrew in his shorts. he was crushed into andrew and it made him so very needy.
andrew’s fingers made circles on dennis’s shoulder. very quietly, so quietly it was barely a whisper, andrew asked, “are you asking me to follow you?”
dennis turned his face down into andrew’s shoulder, he whined, his hips ground down of their own volition.
“hey. dennis? baby? you asking me to stalk you?”
“yes.”
“yeah?”
dennis’s yes tore out of him. andrew was crushing him. it felt so good.
“and then you want to come home to me and have slow, good sex? like i’m not tailing you all the time?”
dennis whined into his neck.
“yeah?” andrew asked, his lips were against dennis’s ear. “you want me to be a possessive freak?”
“i want you to be happy,” dennis said, barely able to get the words out through andrew’s squeeze. “do you-“ gasp- “think you’d like to stalk me?”
in a heartbeat andrew had dennis on his back on the bed, andrew’s face was buried in dennis’s stomach, his big arms wrapped around dennis’s hips. andrew nosed at his naked stomach, at the blonde treasure trail. “you don’t even know.”
“know what?” dennis begged. “andrew!” the man was licking hot stripes across dennis’s lower abdomen. “andrew,” he whined.
“baby,” andrew said slowly, “details. tell me what you think i ought to do. tell me you want it.”
“i do!” dennis gasped. “i want you to stalk me. i like the thought you could take me anytime anywhere but you won’t, or don’t, or you might.” dennis moaned as andrew began to suck his inner thigh. “i want you to stalk me, please baby. andrew. i want you to protect me. he scares me. i want to know you’re there in case he does something i don’t want. i want you. i want you.” he was half screaming at the mouth on his legs, the hands pinning him down. “i want you to see me sleeping. i want you to see me leaving work. i want you checking trinity’s car when we’re going grocery shopping. i want, i want you to be an animal for me. to me.”
that made the big man moan into his thigh. “yeah?”
“please,” dennis begged. “please fuck me like you own me.”
“because i do own you,” pope snarled. he flipped dennis over on the bed so dennis was on his knees, and within a moment he had slid into dennis’s pussy. just like jack.
dennis cried out. he wasn’t quite ready, still sore from the previous night. but he didn’t care because pope was fucking him roughly, a hand on the back of his neck, and he was loving it. he knew he would bleed, he didn’t care.
but apparently pope cared because there was a pause and a cold squeeze of what must have been lube. and then it was better.
“give me your hand,” pope commanded.
dennis did as he was told, reaching up and back till pope took his hand. pope held his hand as he fucked into dennis, was near silent except for some needy grunts as he railed him. he was still holding dennis’s hand when he came. “good boy,” pope grunted, spilling inside dennis. fuck.
dennis whined. “thank you,” he gasped. “thank you, andrew. thank you for breeding me.” he blushed to say it but he wanted to say it. he liked being bred.
andrew kissed down his neck, still buried in him from behind. “i had to, baby. i know jack came in you.” at dennis’s look of confusion andrew added, “of course i know.” he pressed his face to the side of dennis’s face. “i was gonna wait to cum in you, wait till you begged me for it, but you… you want me to follow you. i’ve been following you. you chose me over jack. you’re mine.” he fucked gently into dennis again, earning a pathetic whine. “yeah? you are. i won.” pope’s voice cracked. “you’re mine.”
dennis moaned, he was clenching around pope. he was clenching and he couldn’t stop. he hadn’t cum but he was so close.
“do you think you deserve to cum?” pope bit down on dennis’s shoulder. dennis yelped, pressing back onto pope’s still hard cock. pope hissed but didn’t pull out. pope licked the bite and said, “call him.”
dennis shook his head.
“yeah,” pope said. “call him. i don’t want him to know that i know, i won’t make a sound. you’re going to call him. you’re going to tell him in your fucked out voice that you’re thinking about him. you’re gonna ask him how he wants you to touch yourself. you’re gonna tell him we had sex for the first time, but it wasn’t enough. and then i’m going to do it. i’m going to do whatever he tells you to do, to you. his instructions, my hands. okay? and when his suggestions don’t work, i’ll help you how you need it.”
dennis was sure his nose was going to start bleeding from how badly he wanted this. he groped with his free arm for his phone. it was provided. through tears of pleasure and pain he toggled to jack’s contact, pressed the call button.
jack picked up on the second ring. that high, near identical voice sang through the line. “dennis? are you okay?”
“yeah,” dennis sniffed. he was breathing hard. he couldn’t even hear pope behind him, even though he could still feel pope inside him, still hard and filling. was andrew even breathing?
“dennis?” there was a pause. “are you sure you’re okay? did he hurt you? why did you call me, baby?”
dennis whimpered. still pope didn’t move, didn’t make a sound. dennis was clenching and whimpering, on the phone with his brother, and andrew was enjoying it.
“dennis, talk to me.”
“jack,” dennis whined. “he wasn’t enough.”
“oh.” jack’s tone changed. “you need me? is that it?” he sounded so sweet, and dennis could hear jack’s growing arousal with each word. “is my waste-of-space little brother not capable of getting your tight little hole wet enough? couldn’t take you there? doesn’t know how you need it rough?”
dennis could hear pope’s commands in his head, could feel just how rough andrew had been. “he was okay,” dennis lied. “but he wasn’t enough. i woke up still needing. jack. i need you. i’m in his bed. he went out to get us breakfast. i… i want you to tell me how i should– should–”
jack already knew, and his tone was so self-satisfied when he commanded dennis to stroke himself.
pope pulled out of dennis and dennis gasped at the loss of him. the gasp made jack’s tone of pleasure increase. jack had no idea it was because of pope’s cock leaving his pussy, his cum still inside, against jack’s orders.
“fuck,” dennis moaned as pope began to stroke him with thumb and forefinger and knuckle.
“that’s a good boy,” jack said. “go ahead and finger yourself, too, think of me. think of how i’m gonna come pick you up on wednesday night, gonna fill you up.” jack moaned. “i know what you need. a little bigger. a little older.”
dennis threw his head back, blissed out. but pope tapped his leg, forcing dennis to lift his head. he whined but pope’s eyes made him behave. pope raised one, then two, then three fingers, eyebrow raised in question. pope wanted to know how many fingers…
“jack?” dennis breathed, staring into andrew’s fiery eyes. “how many fingers?”
“three, baby. i’m bigger than him.”
dennis let out the most disgusting strangled keening noise as pope pushed three enormous fingers into him.
“that’s it baby,” jack whispered. “yeah. i’m there, baby, those are my hands.”
dennis felt pope snarl into his thigh more than saw it.
“do i feel good?” jack asked.
“yes, sir. fuck.” dennis keened again. “jack!”
“yeah?” jack asked. dennis could hear a faint sound on jack’s end of the phone. he was jerking himself off. jack added, “when is he getting back?”
“i don’t know,” dennis whimpered. “probably soon.”
“better hurry, baby. pinch the head of your dick on the upstroke.”
pope did as jack commanded, earning a fucked out yelp from dennis.
“just like that,” jack praised. he had no idea it was his brother he was praising. “you’re so good at taking instructions. it’s all robby can talk about. s‘how i knew you’d be good for me.”
the thought of jack gaining information about him made his thighs shake, that and pope doing what he was doing. jack was good at this game, but andrew was better.
“more,” dennis whined.
jack thought it was for him, but pope dipped his head with an insane grin and began to suck the head of dennis’s tdick as he simultaneously stroked him and fingered him. whatever else jack said after that was lost on dennis. he moaned, he whimpered, his legs shook. finally he came, calling out jack’s name as he squeezed his legs around pope’s head.
“i’ll see you at work tonight,” jack said. “i’m happy to babysit lena anytime. tell andy that. make sure you tell him i said i was happy to help out.”
“i’ll tell him,” dennis said, gasping as pope slowly dragged his fingers out. “thank you, sir. thank you.”
“anytime, baby.” with an audible grunt jack came. “good boy.”
pope reached up and ended the call.
dennis stared at pope, he could hardly wet his lips he was so spent. and pope was staring at him, chin wet.
andrew crawled up dennis’s body. he kissed him, slow and happy, threaded his slicked fingers into dennis’s hair, dragged them over dennis’s face. when he had kissed his fill pope hauled dennis up and carried him to the bathroom again, commanded him to piss.
“you autistic, fuck,” dennis said softly, trying to pee. it came out in pathetic little spurts.
pope got down to eye level with dennis, gripping his face. “you’re mine. you can let him fuck you, but i’ll be there. i expect you to finger all his cum out of you. i don’t care what it takes. yeah? cuz if you don’t get rid of it i will. i’ll come in and do it myself and it’ll be a risk. understand?”
“yes, andrew.”
pope kissed him, kissed him hard. on the toilet… it was freak shit. dennis leaned into it. he liked emergency medicine because it was intense. he liked pope and jack because they were intense. but dennis wondered, just a little, if he was in over his head as he leaned forward on the toilet and made out with pope.
