Transman Dennis who calls Jack+Robby Dad and Daddy in a "raising" him to be a man way that he never got to have growing up.
anon, I read your prompt and just assumed that they were all trans. This is what it's like in my head. Everyone is trans. I hope this is still fun for you!
It seems like some kind of cosmic joke, when he starts his emergency rotation. The two biggest bosses, the two manliest men in the damn place are both trans?
Dennis would almost swear that someone is playing a cruel joke on him.
Every other rotation he's done at PTMC, and the extra ones he's taken on at Mercy, have been near to exclusively cis. Which is fine. That's the way the healthcare world is. He knows that. He's resigned himself to being the only trans one there, and having people look sideways at him, and misgender him, and ask him intrusive, weird questions.
But here? He's met the non-binary social worker, his fellow med student and roommate is a dyke, and the attendings are trans men.
He hadn't even clocked it, at first. Which, he knows he shouldn't really be looking to clock anyone, but he has a radar. They didn't ping it, at first. They're just … they're both so manly. Big, and hairy, and they carry themselves like men.
Dennis, who's still trying to grow the barest of stubble, binds every day and sleeps in it sometimes when he can't bear the feeling of his breasts, and still gets called she by every fucking second patient - he's in awe.
They sure clock him, though. Of course they do.
"Hey, kid," Robby says to him, very gently, at the tail end of a long shift in his first week. "When's the last time you took that off?"
He doesn't say the word, but looks pointedly at his chest, and it's like he can see right through the scrubs to the binder beneath.
"I … uh," he stumbles. He doesn't like that Robby just knows what's under there. That he's not naturally flat.
"I'm not trying to out you," Robby assures him, voice very low. "But you're taking shallow breaths and you're moving slower. Your ribs and your lungs need a break. Trust me. I know."
He is out of breath, but it's become so commonplace that he hardly even noticed.
He flushes.
"I can't - like, now," he mutters back. He is not doing his fucking job with his tits out.
Robby steers him to the empty on-call room.
"Just take fifteen minutes, and then you can put it back on," he orders.
Dennis flushes harder.
"... Please don't tell anyone."
Robby grins, and in it, Dennis can see years of experience.
"Nah, wouldn't. We gotta stick together, yeah?"
And so the crush begins.
Abbot is even more interested in telling Dennis how to take care of himself. He insists on the binder breaks, too, and he shakes his head with disgust when Dennis mentions that he doesn't bother correcting at least half the times he gets misgendered by staff and patients.
"For God's sake, kid, be a man," Jack spits. He looks annoyed. "Tell them who you are and insist on them respecting it. Only way to deal with the cis."
Later, Robby murmurs to him that Jack's a little sore about the misgendering, since he struggled with it so much when he was Dennis' age.
The first time they fuck him, it's after a drunken night out at after-work drinks, Dennis piled into an Uber with a very handsy two of them. He can't believe his luck. These two? Want him?
It becomes very apparent they do, when they strip him down to boxers and binder, mouths everywhere he allows them. It's better sex than he's ever had in his life. They seem to know every part of him that's sensitive, that feels good when stroked, and licked, and nipped at.
Most guys he sleeps with have no fucking idea what to do with his cunt, let alone know his dick. But Robby, he sucks it into his mouth the second Dennis gives him permission, and God. It's like seeing heaven. He whimpers, hand in Robby's hair, while Jack mouths at his neck, carefully avoiding his bound chest.
He's too overwhelmed to speak, and when Jack pulls on a strap that, to be honest, is bigger than anything Dennis has been brave enough to put inside him, he thinks he might pass out from want.
"Robby, give him here," Jack growls, eyes hooded. "Gonna show the kid how to fuck like a man."
No, now he might pass out from want.
Jack moves him into the position he wants, like it's nothing. Pushes Dennis' legs over his shoulders, and lines up the head of the strap with his cunt.
"You - wait, aren't you gonna - ?" Dennis stammers.
"Aren't I gonna what?"
"I mean … my ass?"
Robby makes a small noise under his breath, and Jack looks down at him like he's the littlest, silliest thing in the world.
"Unless you expressly don't want me to, I'm gonna fuck your cunt. Because this?" He nudges the head of his cock forward a little, parting Dennis' lips and spreading him open. "Is a man's cunt. Not something to be ignored. You are a man, aren't you?" he adds, rough and mocking.
Dennis' cock throbs.
"Yes," he chokes out.
"Good boy," Jack purrs, and pushes in, bottoming out in one thrust. Dennis gasps, and scrabbles in the sheets, the air knocked out of him. Robby grabs his wrists, and holds him still.
"Pay attention, kiddo," he breathes into Dennis' ear. "Watch the way he's moving. You're gonna have to learn how to do this."
Dennis watches as Jack thrusts into him, his hips moving just so, ensuring the strap stays inside as he draws his hips back and slams forward, over and over.
"I - fuck. Jack, I - fuck, fuck, fuck, I can't, I - " he whines, eyes fluttering.
Jack stops, in an instant.
"You're telling me I'm just wasting this little lesson?" he says, raising a brow. "Maybe I should just stop, if you're not learning anything."
"No! No, no, please, don't stop, I'm watching, I'm learning, God, please!"
Robby laughs, and Jack fucks hard into him again. Dennis has to fight to keep his eyes open, glued to the way Jack moves.
"Michael, show him how you like to be jerked off," Jack orders, and Robby, rather than moving his hand to his own dick, reaches out for Dennis'. He nestles the engorged, throbbing thing between two fingers, and rubs hard, up and down, merciless. It's not quite the way he does it to himself - he's more exploratory, gentler. His bottom growth is still growing, and he's never entirely sure what's going to feel good and what won't.
This?
This feels fucking incredible.
"Oh my God," he groans, arching up into the touch. It drives Jack deeper, and fuck, he can feel that fucking thing in his belly, he swears. "That - fuck - how?"
"Feels good, huh?" Robby laughs, low, and doesn't let up for a second until Dennis is shouting and writhing and cumming, squirting over Robby's fingers.
He goes bright red, mortified.
"Oh, Jesus," he whispers, looking up at the other man in horror. Robby looks happier than he's ever seen him. He takes his fingers and sucks them clean, before noticing the look on Dennis' face.
"What's wrong?" he asks, immediately. Jack's still fucking him. He's not even getting tired.
"I - fuck. Made a mess, I'm sorry, that only happens sometimes, at home," he whimpers.
Robby and Jack exchange glances over his head, and he feels like an idiot child.
"Oh, kid," Jack says, fond and cruel all at once. "You're just a baby, aren't you? Our little boy."
Pleasure pulses through him, and he can't hide the full-body shudder.
When Jack cums, it's with a grunt and a flood of wet against Dennis' ass and his cunt. Just like him. It doesn't feel disgusting, not when it's from Jack. The evidence of his satisfaction.
After that, they seem determined to teach him how to be a man. A real man. Jack teaches him how to shave, properly, when he finally gets stubble. Stands behind him in the bathroom, and slides a straight razor through the shaving cream, showing him how to avoid nicks.
"Your Dad never showed you this?" Jack asks, holding him gently against his chest as he wets the razor and raises it again.
"Nah," Dennis says, flat. "My Dad has three sons and a daughter. So. He wasn't going to be teaching me boy stuff."
Jack makes a displeased noise, but when he slides the razor over skin again, he leans in and murmurs into Dennis' ear.
"I'll be your Dad now, kiddo."
Dennis only just avoids twitching and getting himself nicked.
Robby catches him in the work bathroom, trying desperately to piss at the urinal like a real fucking man. He's bought himself one of the stand-to-pee packers, but, it's fucking tricky to use. He doesn't want to piss on himself.
"You need a hand?" Robby asks, peering down and catching what he's up to.
"No," Dennis says, stubborn. "I'm fine."
Robby stands and watches as he tries and fails to direct the fucking packer the way he wants it.
"Let Daddy help you," Robby murmurs, stepping in behind him and taking the packer in his hands. He puts more pressure on it than Dennis was, and angles it just right. One large hand presses against his belly, and -
"Fuck," Dennis hisses, watching the stream of piss exit the silicone cock. His.
"Mm," Robby hums. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
It does. He feels - right. Standing, not sitting. Having Robby show him.
"Thank you, Daddy," he whispers. He can feel his cock, his flesh one, pulsing beneath the packer.
One day Dennis realized how good life became. He's sitting on one side of Trinity and his couch, they both carried it from the curb, it's shared, and he's got his favorite ice cream in his lap, spooning it straight from the tub, hair pushed back off his forehead with a fluffy headband, face mask on, fuzzy socks and women's pajama pants keeping him warm and a simple red tank top to cover him.
He realized that he never even had to tell Trinity. She just knew. She just accepted him and this was his normal. He didn't ever worry, didn't have to stress, they were watching their episode of Drag Race and eating ice cream and doing face masks after eating takeout and having wine. Dennis smiled and looked over at his best friend, her own outfit nearly mirroring his own but she preferred pajama shorts.
"How did you know?" Dennis asked as he looked at her. Trinity turned, spoon popping out of her mouth.
"Know what?" Trinity asked, looking at how stupidly glowy Dennis's arms were. She did not tan like that.
"How did you know I was a girl? I never even told you." Dennis said with a smile and watched as Trinity blinked and swallowed her ice cream.
"What are you talking about?" Trinity asked confused. Dennis giggled and motioned with his spoon to his body, his outfit, everything about himself.
"I know I never told anyone or anything, or really changed anything, but how did you just know I was a girl. You give me your hand-me-downs and treat me, ya know, like one of the girls. I just want you to know I really appreciate it." Dennis said sincerely and went back to looking at the TV. Trinity paused it and turned to really look at her roommate.
"Den, I treat you like a friend. I- Are you coming out to me right now?" Trinity questioned incredulously. Dennis was shocked and turned to really look at her, waving his hand out.
"What do you mean? I thought you knew!" Dennis said and froze, both of them staring at each other in confusion before Trinity leaned in, hand grabbing one of Dennis's.
"Are you really like... a girl? I'm being so serious right now, Den. Are you..." Trinity cocked her head, not wanting to offer the wrong word. Dennis blinked at her, looking between their hands and her face. Her mask was purple which made her eyes really sparkle.
"I... I thought you knew. I dunno intuition or something since you just... you always treated me like a girl so I thought you knew. I just... I dunno I'm just a girl. Like right now and when I'm at work and when I'm at the store. I just... feel like one." Dennis tried to explain. He couldn't try and get the words out, wearing Trinity's sweatpants, buying women's scrubs, his socks, the products in his hair, he couldn't start to explain the thousands of choices he's made that make him a girl.
"Shit... Do you wanna go by something else? Want me to use different pronouns?" Trinity asked and sat back in her own couch spot. Dennis shook his head and drew his knees up, poking at his ice cream.
"Not really. Names, words, none of that ever made me feel like a man so I doubt they'd make me feel like more of a girl. I just... I don't wanna get on hormones or anything. I'm just a girl." Dennis said quietly and glanced at Trinity to see how she'd react.
"Alright well... I guess we're just two butch bitches in an apartment." Trinity said and Dennis cracked up laughing, throwing them both into a fit of laughter because God... they were a wreck.
Trinity starts teaching Dennis how to actually understand women's cloth sizes and takes him to the mall with her to window shop and buy "fancy" underwear. Dennis turns cherry red when Trinity brings him into Victoria secret to look at "slutty bras to wear to the bar".
Dennis didn't know he was getting dragged into the deep end.
Robby would dump whoever he hooked up with a couple weeks after they'd meet. Dennis just never expected Robby to dump him just as fast.
Every day after their separation, Dennis still tried to talk to him. Just for Robby to give him the cold shoulder.
When Dennis walked into his shift, it was a slow day, nothing much happening besides a few minor cases. Robby noticed some bruises that went up Whitakers neck. He asked. Dennis answered a cold shoulder. Robby got upset but just seeing hickeys up Dennis' neck drove him wild. He knew he was the one to break up with the resident but it still boiled his blood.
Robby watched as Jack walked in, Jack's hand making soft contact to Dennis' lower back as he passes by. Robby didn't think much of it at first, Robby himself did that when passing by some of his coworkers, but when Dennis looked towards Jack's direction with that pliant, half-smile, he decided to follow Jack.
"What's your deal with Whitaker?" Robby would ask, his arms crossed as he and Abbot made their way to the rooftop. Jack just shrugged, looking over at Robby. "he's one hell of a kid," Jack grinned, his hand loosely resting on Robby's shoulder "but i don't have to tell you that, huh?"
"the fuck is that supposed to mean," Robby would sneer, stopping briefly as his eyes stared into Jack's. Abbot just scoffed, rolling his eyes as he kept walking up the stairs. "ask him yourself, Robby," He'd say, pulling his waistband down, flashing Robby the sight of a bite mark on his right ass cheek.
Dennis housesitting for Robby and 2 weeks in, Jack shows up? He has been in contact with Robby a little bit but didnt want to push too much. But he is worried and just generally doesn't do well alone and now on top of it all he has 3 consecutive days off and isnt coping. He doesnt do well when alone and just wanted to hang out at Robby's place for a bit, he forgot Dennis was staying there.
Dennis sitting on the sofa in old sweats and a big shirt that might be Robby's, spoon of ice cream halfway to his mouth as he stares at Jack a little wide eyed. Jack just sighing and flopping down on the sofa next to Dennis and taking the spoon to eat the ice cream himself.
Dennis totally going "can I do something for you, sir- Jack?" And Jack just looks at him funny and then gruffly asks if Dennis heard from Robby and Dennis goes soft cos he realises Jack is missing Robby...
Maybe Robby even texted Dennis about Jack, told him Jack might get lonely...
Dennis inviting Jack to stay for a movie and then saying that he is sleeping in the spare room, but Robby sure wont mind if Jack stays in the master bedroom for a night. Just because it's late and Jack's leg is clearly hurting so he shouldnt have to walk back home. Definitely not because Dennis can see how alone Jack feels with Robby...
Dennis texts Robby a photo of Jack knocked out on the sofa later to let him know he came over and that Dennis will keep an eye on him. And robby instantly just texts back "Tell him I'll call him tomorrow morning. Miss him too. Miss both of you."
some super basic sleep clothes for Robby, basically no reason for Jack to be horny™ about
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“Is that what you’re wearing to the interview?” Robby asks.
Jack is standing over the ironing board in their living room with his button-up, tie, and blazer on, but his bottom half is bare save for his boxers and socks held up by elastic garters.
“Very funny,” he says. He smooths his tie. “This is alright, yeah?”
“Yes.” Robby has assured him a thousand times that the suit looks good, but Jack still asks before every interview.
“Because this is the one I really want,” Jack stresses. He’s interviewing at the hospital Robby works at, and all he’s been able to focus on is the possibility of matching somewhere else.
Robby presses a sweet kiss to his freckled cheek. “You don’t need to worry. I know the attendings like you, and they’d be stupid not to rank you highly.”
Jack ignores him. Focused solely on ironing out invisible wrinkles and muttering under his breath about this needing to go well.
“Jack, baby.” Robby takes the iron out of his hand and sets it to the side. He takes Jack’s handsome face in his hands. “You’re going to do great. There’s no reason to be nervous.”
Jack looks at Robby with big, wet eyes. “I don’t want to let you down.”
Robby coos and places another gentle kiss on his lips. “You can’t. Even if you don’t match there, I will be proud wherever you go. You’re going to be a great doctor.”
“But I want to be with you.”
“You are with me.” Robby pushes the trousers into Jack’s grip. “Come on; you’ll be late.”
Jack still grumbles under his breath as he slides them on.
“Stop complaining,” Robby says. “Calm down, do the interview, and I’ll reward your bravery when you get home.”
That perks him up. “What kind of reward?”
“I’ll think about it while you’re out.” Robby kisses him again, then pushes Jack toward the door. “You’re going to be great.”
“Okay, okay,” Jack sighs. He runs a sweaty palm over his tie, flattening it to his chest. “I look professional?”
“Yes,” Robby laughs. “Go!”
One last reassurance that Jack’s suit is in prime condition, and he finally leaves. Robby sends a quick prayer for Jack’s luck, just in case, and takes in the apartment.
There’s laundry strewn over the couch, and dishes piled in the sink. Not to mention leftovers in the fridge that are begging to be thrown out. God, if this is how they live now, Robby shudders to think of what it’ll be like when they’re both in the hospital. He gets to work, clearing out the fridge and dishes don’t take nearly as long as expected, and the laundry is clean, but unfolded. Robby’s putting away the last of his underwear when light blue cotton at the bottom of the drawer catches his eye. A soft, cotton camisole with matching panties.
It’s not as fancy as things he’s worn for Jack previously, but it’s certainly as pretty. More comfortable than a lot of it, too. He’d almost forgotten he owned this; he bought it on a whim months ago when a department store he was passing through had caught his eye with a sale. Robby rubs the gentle fabric between his fingers. He did promise Jack a reward.
He checks the clock. If he’s efficient, he can have himself ready in time for Jack to get home.
Unfortunately, Robby doesn’t get to enjoy his shower as much as he’d like to, but it’s worth it to have himself nice and fresh on time. He sees himself in the mirror; the frills of the panties emphasize his ass perfectly when he hears Jack’s key in the door. It’s a mad dash to the bed, but he manages to settle himself on the sheets and grab the book off his bedside table in what is hopefully a convincingly casual appearance when Jack bursts into their bedroom.
“Mikey! Mikey, it went great! I think they really liked me—“ His bright smile drops to a loose hanging jaw, eyes wide as his face begins to take on the stunning shade of pink Robby has become intimately familiar with.
“That’s great,” Robby says, peeking over his book. “I told you there was nothing to worry about.”
Jack doesn’t answer. His mouth hangs open as his gaze trails the length of Robby’s body. Without permission, his fingers wrap around the still, shower-warm skin of Robby’s ankle.
“Excuse you.” Robby pulls his leg back. The movement exposes the underside of his thigh, bulging slightly under the elastic. Jack’s breath stutters. “Come here.”
It takes a lot of effort for Jack to tear his eyes away, and when he does, they land on the exposed V of Robby’s chest rather than his face.
“Jack,” Robby scolds. He sets the book aside and beckons Jack forward. “Come here. I want to hear about the interview.”
Jack’s feet pad along the carpet with heavy steps. “This isn’t fair.”
“Tell me about the interview.”
With a heavy sigh, Jack finally meets Robby’s eyes. “You test me more than med school.”
“This is your last chance to tell me about the interview before I get changed and take a nap.”
“It was good,” Jack says carefully. “Easier than expected.”
“That’s good. What kind of questions did they ask you?”
“Just like, what made me want to be a doctor and stuff.”
“And what did you tell them?” Robby trails his hand down until his palm cups his bulge through the cotton.
“I, uh…” Jack’s face is almost glowing. His Adam’s apple bobs deliciously as he watches Robby rub himself steadily. “I like helping people.”
“That’s good.” Robby teases his thumb around the wet spot forming at his tip, making himself gasp. Jack takes a half step forward before stopping himself.
“Mike, come on.”
Robby flattens his hand again and rocks his hips; the fabric bunches and stretches, exposing more hair with the drag of the waistband. “What else did they ask?”
Jack releases a weak groan, “Mikey.”
“I hope you were better at answering their questions than you are mine.”
“They, fuck,” Jack loosens his tie and undoes the top button of his dress shirt. “They asked what I do in my free time, and I had to think of something other than ‘get blue balls from my really hot boyfriend, you know him by the way. Does he annoy you as much as he does me?’”
“Oh. This is annoying you?” Robby pulls his hand away.
“No, no, no,” Jack rushes out. “Keep going. I was joking—“
“I’m just trying to relax,” Robby pouts. He rolls on his side, propping himself with his right arm, and traces the fingers of his free hand over the rumpled sheets. “I’ve been cleaning all day, and you didn’t even notice.”
“I did. I noticed,” Jack insists. “I was planning on doing the dishes when I got home, I swear. Thank you.”
Robby hums. He reaches out and fiddles with the end of Jack’s tie. “Had to do something while my husband was at work.”
“Husband?” Jack gasps.
“Mhm.” Robby wraps his hand around the center of Jack’s tie and tugs. Jack collapses to his knees easily; his hot panting breath brushes Robby’s lips. “Married to a man that doesn’t appreciate my hard work.”
“I do appreciate it. I do.” His fingers twitch at the edge of the mattress. “I’m sorry, baby. Let me make it up to you.”
Robby tilts his head, continuing to play with the tie. He tickles the end over Jack’s nose. “How do you plan to do that?”
“Can I touch you?”
“Maybe.” Robby slides his hand up the tie until he’s almost to the knot. He leans close, leaving only centimeters between them. “Are you going to take it for granted?”
“No. No, baby. I’ll be so grateful.” His tongue darts out to wet his lip, he wiggles on his knees, and winds his fingers tighter into the bedding. “Please. Let me take care of you. Let me take care of my wife.”
That earns a moan from Robby. He can’t resist any longer and presses his mouth to Jack’s; it’s as warm and inviting as always. Robby’s eyes roll back behind closed lids as he pulls Jack closer, enjoying the practiced patterns traced by his tongue.
Ever the good boy, Jack’s hands stay firm on the mattress even though Robby knows he’s itching to touch. “Mike,” he moans softly. “Can I—?”
“Gently,” Robby appeases.
Since he began wearing pretty things for Jack, Robby has become more diligent about putting on lotion every day so his soft skin can complement the delicate pieces they’ve collected. It also has the added benefit of emphasizing the rough calluses forming at the bases of Jack’s fingers. They scratch along the expanse of Robby’s legs with barely any pressure, sending shivers up his body that release as gasps into Jack’s mouth. A firm hand cups the back side of his thigh and kneads the muscle.
“Beautiful,” Jack whispers.
Robby rolls onto his back with a wistful sigh. Jack follows easily, the thick material of his suit dragging across Robby’s exposed skin, evoking goosebumps. He’s deliciously heavy. Thick, well-muscled weight pinning Robby to the mattress while Jack explores his mouth eagerly as if he hasn’t done this a hundred times before. The cold metal of his belt buckle catches the head of Robby’s cock through the panties as they rock together.
“Jack.”
“So pretty,” he murmurs against Robby’s lips. “You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Jack trails his lips over Robby’s jaw down to the hollow of his neck, leaving a wet line in his wake.
Robby bucks his hips. “Prove it.”
“I am,” Jack says. He sucks at Robby’s exposed collarbone.
With an inelegant yank, Robby frees Jack’s shirt from where it’s tucked inside his trousers and grabs at the muscles underneath. “Faster.”
“Nuh uh.” Jack nips at Robby’s skin, continuing his path down till his tongue teases at the dusting of hair peaking above the camisole’s decorative bow. “I’m savoring you. Showing my appreciation, remember?”
An annoyed huff ejects from Robby’s nose. This is the bed he’s made, he supposes, and as much as he’d like to get to the good part, having Jack’s full attention isn’t a bad way to spend an afternoon. Robby grinds upward, reveling in the gentle nips Jack places, letting a calming fog overtake his mind. Nothing to think of but simple pleasure until…
“Jack!” Robby’s hands fly to the back of Jack’s head. Holding the neat curls in an iron grip as a moan rips through his throat and echoes off the walls.
Jack’s mouth is locked around Robby’s nipple, the soft cotton creating a thin layer between them. The tip of his tongue flicks at the bud as it perks under the attention.
Robby twists his fingers tighter in Jack’s hair, his head tilted back as he gasps. His hips roll forward, relishing in the pressure provided by the growing bulge trapped beneath Jack’s pants.
“So pretty,” Jack says once he pulls off. His efforts are shown by the soaked fabric, which now sports a deep blue on Robby’s chest compared to the pastel around it. “My wife is so pretty.”
Another moan breaks from Robby; he bucks up hard, but Jack ignores the wordless plea. Instead, he latches his mouth to Robby’s other nipple and sucks so hard Robby briefly worries he’ll tear a hole in the top.
Jack’s hands take their place around the slender dip in Robby’s waist and pin him to the mattress.
Robby whines and wiggles in his grip, but Jack is too strong. He holds Robby down easily and sets his own pace, humping against his crotch.
“Jack, hmm, Jack. Please. C’mon.”
Finally, Jack lifts his head, but doesn’t offer any reprieve from the rhythmic drag of his hips.
“What’s wrong?” Jack smiles. “I thought you wanted me to show my thanks.”
Robby doesn’t appreciate the twinkle catching Jack’s eye. Far too full of himself, especially when he should be distracted by seeing Robby in something so delicate. He grabs Jack’s tie and jerks it so hard he knocks Jack’s chin.
“If you can’t appreciate me properly, I’ll find someone who does.”
Jack’s eyes darken. The blazer emphasizes his broad shoulders as he rolls them like an animal watching its prey.
“No one,” he asserts. “Can appreciate you like I do.”
Blunt nails scrape claiming lines against the exposed skin framed by the frills of the camisole and the top of the panties. Robby arches against the touch, his fist clenching harder on the tie.
“Prove it.”
Jack presses a bruising kiss to Robby’s mouth; it’s just enough of a distraction to loosen his grip. When Jack pulls back, he rips Robby’s panties off and admires the way his leaking red cock drools across his stomach.
“Even your dick is pretty,” Jack says. He leans down, sucking the head in his mouth, cleaning it of any precum before straightening back up and hooking Robby’s ankle on his shoulder. Swirling his filthy tongue around Robby’s ankle and kissing his way down, paying special attention to the sensitive skin at the back of his knee. Robby lets his leg fall over Jack’s shoulder and uses his heel to encourage him further along.
Jack lets out a low hum from deep in his chest when he reaches the end. He cups Robby’s ass with both hands and uses his thumbs to part his cheeks. The cool air makes him twitch, and no matter how many times they do this, Robby always fidgets when he’s held open. Thankfully, Jack’s Will is stronger than his own, and he’s able to hold Robby exactly where he wants him, no matter how much he moves.
“Nice and clean,” Jack purrs, teasing the ring with the pad of his thumb. “Always so perfect for me.”
He licks a long, flat stripe over Robby’s hole.
Robby releases a sharp gasp. His toes curl against Jack’s suit jacket as he bears down on his tongue. “Jack, fuck. Ah—“
Jack uses the same practiced tricks he applied to Robby’s mouth. Slow and sloppily wet, mapping him from the inside out with languid licks that leave his mouth red and swollen. The dizzying trace of Jack’s tongue spurs on the tightening coil in Robby’s stomach. He grows hotter and hotter, arousal leaking onto the thatch of hair connecting his crotch to his belly button.
“Enough,” Robby pants, kicking Jack away. He grabs the lube off the bedside table and tosses it to Jack, who barely manages to catch it.
Jack throws his blazer to the side and rolls the cuffs of his sleeves to his elbows. Robby uses the time Jack takes to warm up the lube on his fingers to calm himself with a few deep breaths. The last thing he needs is to boost Jack’s ego by coming as soon as he gets a glimpse of a stretch. Robby’s own confidence blooms at the sight of Jack’s zipper straining as his hard dick begs to be released from its confines. He lifts himself up on his elbows.
“Excited?”
“Always.” He slips one finger in easily.
Robby bites his bottom lip and lets his head loll backwards.
Jack grins, “Feel good?”
“Don’t get mouthy.”
“Didn’t mind me being mouthy a minute ago.”
Robby scoffs. “Cute. We’ll see how big you feel when I don’t let you come.”
Jack’s shoulders droop. “But I’m being so good.”
“Talking back while I’m doing something nice for you isn’t ‘good.’” Robby falls back against the mattress. He ignores the cute pout that decorates Jack’s face and keeps his voice firm: “Do you deserve to come?”
Jack’s movements stall for a moment before he presses in a second finger and curls them in tandem. The motion sends a warm shock through Robby and is rewarded with a surprised moan. Jack leans down and kisses above the bow, resting on Robby’s chest. “I think you deserve for me to come. Filling you up exactly how you like, keeping me nice and warm inside you; don’t you want me to do that for you?”
He did. He really did. Robby pulls his knees back as far as he can. Jack presses another wet kiss to his chest before standing at his full height. He seems so much bigger than Robby at this angle, looming and broad in a way that makes Robby’s dick twitch. A small puddle of precum pools in the hair on his stomach as Jack stretches and curls his fingers to the exact spot that strings wanton moans from Robby’s throat.
Jack twists his wrist, slipping in a third finger. Robby’s beautiful gasp is too much to resist; Jack pecks butterfly-soft kisses up the length of Robby’s red cock and flicks his tongue to tease the tip. “I think you’re ready for me.”
Robby nods, unbalanced and desperate. “Now.”
Despite asking for it, Robby whines when Jack removes his fingers. He blinks out of his daze in time to catch Jack loosening his tie.
“No,” Robby rushes forward and retightens the knot. He looks up, making his eyes large and sweet in the exact way he knows makes Jack’s knees weak. “Everything else, but keep this.”
Jack’s hazel eyes are almost black. He nods shakily and unbuttons his shirt, leaving the tie in place. Robby pushes it to the side and kisses the handsome cavity that’s formed with the growing definition of Jack’s muscles. He sucks away the sweat on the pretty, freckled skin and appreciates the hard work Jack puts in at the gym by tracing light hands over his abdomen. Jack’s chest trembles with need when he drops his shirt to the floor.
Robby fixes his fingers at the base of the tie and lets it slip through his grip slowly as he moves back up the bed. The fabric flops lifelessly against Jack’s now bare chest. Robby hungrily absorbs the sight and makes himself comfortable on a pillow.
“Aren’t you going to join me?”
Jack shucks his pants and underwear with far less grace than his top, but it’s worth it to have his weight creating a wonderful barrier between Robby and the world. The tie drags along Robby’s chest, teasing between his bare chest and the frills lining his camisole.
He takes Jack’s chin in his hand, admiring his light freckles and cute crooked teeth. “I sure know how to pick ‘em.”
A shallow laugh is the only answer he gets before Jack dips his tongue back inside his mouth. Robby tangles his fingers in the ruined curls atop Jack’s head and lets his body relax under the pressure. Their bare cocks brush together in short, tantalizing movements.
“So pretty,” Jack murmurs between kisses. “So, so pretty.”
He tips to the side, bringing Robby with him. They’re tangled together on their sides, sharing wet, lazy kisses. One of Robby’s hands still in Jack’s curls, the other exploring the firm expanse of his strong back. Jack massages Robby’s ass, occasionally spreading him and dragging a finger over his hole to make it wink for him. Robby squirms under the attention, bare legs dragging over Jack’s. His feet are still covered by his fancy black socks and elastic garters. Robby wonders how similar his stockings feel to Jack on the nights he wears them. He giggles at the thought.
“What’s funny?” Jack smiles.
Robby forces a frown to his face. “Nothing’s funny. I asked my husband to fuck me ages ago, and he still hasn’t.”
Hot breath spreads across Robby’s chin when Jack groans. “I will, baby. How do you want it?”
Robby flips to his other side. “Stay close.” He pushes his back against Jack’s chest. The tie trapped between them.
“Of course.” After a quick kiss to Robby’s neck, Jack lubes himself up and lifts Robby’s top leg. “Ready?”
“Wait.” Robby reaches behind and drags the tie over his shoulder, holding it like a leash. He cranes his neck to meet Jack’s feverish face. “Now.”
No matter how many times they do this, the stretch Jack gives him always makes Robby’s mouth fall open, and his mind go white. He fills him so perfectly, try as he might, no toy could ever replicate the hot, pulsing fulfillment Jack gives him.
“I got you, baby.”
It doesn’t take long for Jack’s easing pace to turn into practiced thrusts. He hooks his hand under Robby’s knee and lifts, allowing himself to go deeper and jam against Robby’s prostate, rewarding him with broken moans of his name.
“I got you, I got you,” Jack repeats. The loop of the tie leaves a red mark in the back of his neck as Robby yanks it in time with each slam of his hips.
“Come on, Jack,” Robby pants, his knuckles white around the fabric. “Give it to me. Wanna feel it tomorrow.”
Jack drives forward. Bucking into Robby’s ass with the single-minded goal of leaving the imprint of himself inside. “Gonna feel me forever,” he mutters in the crook of Robby’s neck. “Not gonna be able to sit without thinking of me inside you.”
Robby’s tongue hangs out of his mouth, desperate. “Yeah, yeah,” he chants. “Please. Wanna feel you. Wanna have you deep inside always.” His words slur together in a pleasured babble. All he can think about is Jack. His strong frame, his thick pulsing cock, the way he plunges deeper inside Robby than should be possible. He claps the tie between his teeth and relishes in how it tugs at the corner of his mouth with each of Jack’s thrusts, releasing muffled lewd noises around the fabric.
Jack locks the hinge of Robby’s knee against the curve of his elbow and wraps his hand around the shaft of his cock. It’s leaking worse than a fountain onto their bed sheets, and small spurts splash the pale blue camisole.
“Come on, baby,” Jack encourages, letting the rhythm of his hips guide his pumping fist. “Come for me. Let me feel it.”
Robby topples over the edge with an obscene cry that echoes off the walls. Jack works him through it, only stuttering slightly when Robby’s clenching hole puts stars in his eyes.
“Shit. So good. Just like that. Just like that.” Jack squeezes out the last of Robby’s release before his own orgasm waves over him. Fevered breaths huff in Robby’s ear as familiar hot fluid fills him to his limit. An unexpected final dribble of cum slides out of Robby at the feeling.
“Fuck.”
“Yeah,” Jack agrees. A small laugh vibrates against Robby’s neck.
He releases the tie from his grip and flops forward onto his belly. He groans when Jack’s cock slips out slightly, which gets another laugh.
“I’m here,” Jack says, sliding back in. Robby felt strange the first time he told Jack about how much he enjoyed having him inside, even after he’d gone soft, but as always, Jack was kind and understanding, and thankfully, he enjoys the intimacy as much as Robby does. He presses him into the mattress using his full weight and litters kisses over Robby’s neck and jaw.
Robby knows he should get up and clean himself, or at least order Jack to do it. But he’s too content, squashed against the bed, as close as humanly possible to his boyfriend. Husband. It’s a nice thought.
“I love you,” he says.
A gentle, adoring kiss is placed on his cheek. “I love you too.”
Thinking about Popewhit and Whitsantos, like most people Dennis has dated were a little weirded out by how close Dennis and Trinity are. A few have accused Dennis of cheating or lying about being gay. Dennis started to warn anyone he dated that Trinity would always be his first priority and they would either end things right there or worse say its fine just to end things later after they can't handle it.
Until Dennis starts dating Andrew and after a few dates Dennis has the same conversation with Andrew. Dennis was really scared to talk to Andrew about it because he really did like him but he didn't want to be in a relationship with a person that didn't understand how important Trinity was to him. And Dennis braces for Andrew to leave, just for Andrew to be like yeah that's fine and even extends an invitation for Trinity to join any of their dates. Dennis is speechless at first until Andrew says that it was the same for him he really did like Dennis but there was no one in the world he would love more than Julia even with her gone.
Okay Dennis who gets nightmares and wakes up choking, bed warm and wet around his hips, the darkness terrifyingly big. He used to sleep with a trash bag wrapped around him when he was homeless, accepting adult diapers when they so rarely were available at the shelter. But then he moved in with Trinity and he didn’t actually have a nightmare for a while.
Maybe it was because Trinity snored and Dennis knew he had a locked door keeping him safe, maybe it was the big soft bed, maybe it was just that he was feeling good about life. So he didn’t think about sleeping in his pajama pants and big tshirt, curled up under a pattered purple comforter, head on his pillow, fresh from the shower, lights turned off and evened snoring rumbling through the wall.
But then he was awake, eyes flying open, arms reaching up into the air as he chocked, whole body trembling as his eyes welled up. It took him a minute to scramble for his phone, turning on the flashlight to flash it around the room. His heart was racing as he felt the tears start down his face as he realized the bed was wet.
Dennis was still trembling as he got out of bed, fishing the towel form his shower out of his hamper, standing on it as he slipped his wet clothes off, sobbing softly as he pulled the ruined bedding off. He was only slightly grateful that the mattress hadn’t been too badly damaged. He used his own tshirt to dab up the small amount of wetness that sat on top of the thankfully unporous material.
He pulled his robe from the back of his door and slipped it on as he carried the soiled laundry to the laundry room. He wept quietly as he first put the bedding in the washer, keeping his clothes hidden away in the towel. He made sure the washer started before he got another shower.
Dennis watched as his nasty pajamas turned in the washer, sat on the floor against the wall, hair wet, a fresh tshirt and tight briefs warm and dry against his hot skin. He was frowning, feeling so bad about it all, tears having dried up in the shower as he scrubbed away his own mess. It was so humiliating to have messed up Trinity's bed, to have still done something so childish. No matter if he was asleep or not.
“Den? Fuck are you doing up right now?” Trinity said as she stumbled into the laundry area, eyes squinty as she was still half asleep. Her own pajamas matching Dennis’s in a weird way, a little tshirt and a pair of boxers. Dennis turned away from her, tears burning his eyes again.
“Laundry” Dennis mumbled wanting his friend to just go back to bed and leave him to his shame. He didn't want her to find out and think he was some- some freak.
"And why are you doing laundry at butt-fuck o'clock?" Trinity pushed as she leaned against the wall beside Dennis, looking down at him. She was blinking her eyes wider as she watched him. Dennis sniffled as that knot formed in his throat, tears burning his eyes, and then his face was too hot and he went it all hurt.
"Did you like cum on the sheets or something? Dude it's not-" Trinity started, trying to lighten the mood as she watched her friend's face turn a violent cherry color. Dennis shook his head, whipping around to look up at her, tears rolling down his rose cheeks.
"I would never do that! That's just disrespectful. I- I had- I get these- I was just scared and- and it happened- I'm so sorry Trin" Dennis tried to explain but then he was crying and embarrassing himself, feeling more and more like the world was crumbling around him. First he has an accident in Trinity's bed that she's not even charging him rent to sleep in and then he wakes her up for no reason and then he cries and makes a fool of himself on her floor.
"Oh. You had... an accident?" Trinity said as her eyes widened for a minute looking down as Dennis drew his knees up to cry into them, hiding away from her as the dryer tumbled to a stop. Trinity blew out a breath and sunk down to the floor next to him.
"Not a big deal. I mean... there is worse thing you could do to that mattress." Trinity said and bumped their shoulders together. Dennis sniffled and looked over at her.
"You're not mad at me?" He asked, voice cracking as he stared shocked at how calm she looked. Trinity reached over and ruffled through his half dry hair and gave him a 'duh' look.
"Dude, it happens. I would be pissed if you had left it for me to wash but like... it's no big deal. Don't stress out." Trinity reassured, voice going to that softer place that Dennis knew she only shared with a few people, having heard it on a few special occasions. Dennis wiped his eyes and sniffled, giving her a sad smile before looking back at the washer spinning out.
"I just... get these nightmares. Was worse when I was on the street, really really bad when I was at the hospital, but I thought I was over this. It just happens, I'm dead asleep and then I'm- Sorry I don't mean to dump on you. I just.... I'm right there all over again and I wake up and it's like I'm being punished all over again." Dennis explained before sighing and letting his head fall back against the wall, staring up at the bar light on the ceiling. Trinity just hummed and copied him, letting her own head fall back, her own eyes slipping closed.
"I get it. I wasn't really sleeping anyway, I mean... I was thinking about getting up to see if we had any ice cream." Trinity said as looked over at Dennis who looked back at the beep of the washer finishing. Dennis pushed himself up to his feet.
"I ate the last spoonful before I went to bed." Dennis said as he opened the dryer, fishing out his bedding, tossing it into the clean basket before moving his wet clothes over. Trinity grunted as she stood up, moving towards the rest of the apartment.
"Late night Walmart run? We can get a mattress protector while we're out. Ice cream, mattress cover, cookies, and... I dunno whatever else we want." Trinity said as she counted on her fingers. Dennis smiled and looked down at the wet clothes in his hands. He wasn't in trouble. No one was gonna get him in trouble. He was gonna go buy ice cream at 2am with his best friend in their pajamas and get him what he needs. Without judgement or care.
"I need another pack of underwear really bad too." Dennis said as he watched Trinity grab her keys and slide slippers onto her feet. He looked around and quickly grabbed a pair of her own pajama shorts, and quickly slid the on, ignoring the 'Juicy' that was rhinestones across the ass.
Dennis who still on occasion wet the bed, but didn't cry as much when he had to clean up.
thinking about FLDS (fundamentalist mormon) whitaker again…
he sort of forgot that his life sounded like a LifeTime movie. he rationally knew that it was a batshit way to grow up, but it was hard to truly internalize that when he didn’t know anything else for nineteen years. but now he was out in the real world, and there was no prophet, multiple wives were not the norm, children were protected (most of the time).
it was a slow day, even if no one would jinx it by remarking on it. they were all taking an actual lunch instead of just housing a protein bar. mckay started lamenting about harrison being an only child. she said, “i don’t know, i just feel like he’s missing out on something. he talks a lot about how boring summer is when his dad and i can’t drive him to his friends houses.”
“i grew up an only child and i’m pretty normal,” frank said while taking a bite of his grilled chicken breast.
trinity and mckay made loaded eye contact. dana, not wanting it all to devolve, cut in and said, “whitaker! you got any siblings?”
dennis wasn’t really thinking. trinity’s leftover adobo was so fucking good. “yeah, i’ve got nine full siblings, and i have no idea how many half siblings at this point. they don’t talk to me.”
trinity’s eyes widened. she knew, of course, about dennis’s past. that was hard to hide from someone you lived with. dennis was weird about food and didn’t understand a lot of cultural references. he averted his eyes anytime she wore something above her knees for the first couple months. it all came tumbling out one night after some drinks, like things often did. she was sworn to secrecy.
she was honestly surprised she wasn’t the one to let the cat out the bag.
frank (who trinity refused to believe was ‘pretty normal’) got that mirthful look in his eyes that he usually got right before he said something HR-worthy. “your dad got a girl in every port or something? was it a shocking 23 and me reveal?”
dennis clammed up. “no, my family’s just weird!” he waved his hand, as if to throw away the topic. “forget i said anything.”
“no, no! this just got interesting,” frank insisted. “how many half siblings last you heard?”
“i don’t…” dennis trailed off uncomfortably. he didn’t know how to get out of this.
mckay took pity. “it’s fine, dennis. it sounds complicated.” she glared over at frank, telling him to knock it off. “you don’t have to get into it if you don’t want to.”
so dennis didn’t. dana changed the topic, trinity exaggeratedly made fun of a patient, frank reluctantly ignored him.
dennis resented the way he never quite fit in anywhere. he was too worldly for short creek, too short creek for the world.
and now they had proof. it was only a matter of time before people put it all together, before they started asking him about the prophet and the sister wives and the funny hairstyles.
only a matter of time before dennis had to explain his whole upbringing like it was an interesting podcast one listened to on a road trip.
only a matter of time before he went from acceptably quirky to down right different. and different wass what got him left for dead in the dessert.
ah yes. I love the pitt fandom, especially the 4 biggest hucklerobby/hucklerabbot writers who all talk about and defend robby's judaism, who also all write agere and puppy play fanfics (and sometimes dead dove). and they write sapphic works too! too bad it's only those 4 writers, no one else.
anyone else thinking about robby drunk texting jack from outside a bar and jack has to come to pick robby up and robby didnt even mean to text jack and janeys contact was right underneath it but now hes here and hes looking down at sad , sorry robby on the pavement and the streetlight looks like a halo and hes so fucking in love with jack abbot and it comes out of him in some fucked up confession and jack doesnt believe him and they fall out and drive back to robby’s in silence and jack just drops him on the pavement doesnt even wait to see him get in the house and then they dont speak for like a Long Time like a year or so and robby just shoves away this stupid puppy crush and convinces himself he can do friendship. except jack is just fucking hurt because robby knows not to fuck with his head like that and sure he was drunk but it still isnt fair because robby has janey and he doesnt even like men and if he does its not jacks fucking problem to shoulder because a gay awakening in ones fifties is too much so he stays angry at robby but probably only for a few months. but when both of them come round robby is too scared and jacks walls are too high for either of them to reconnect and then their friendship is never the same again and neither of them bring up the whole ordeal ever again or is it just me lol
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