yeah hucklerobby is guilty x guilty 2 me but for wildly different reasons.
robby stroking over dennis's stomach as he gently eases inside, groaning fuuuck, baby, this is so wrong... as his hips press flush to dennis, dick buried in his pretty little intern, wrapped in perfect lube-slick heat. he knows he's sick for it, knows he's an old pervert, but he couldn't help himself.
his self-control flew out the window with dennis— young, adorable, eager dennis— blinking up at him like he hung the moon. it was just so easy to get the kid in his bed... fuck, he's sick, knew the kid wouldn't say no. knew his dennis— jesus, already thinking of the boy as his— would never deny him. he's so fucked, and he knows it, he knows it, but den feels so good, moans so pretty, opens up so easily for him to carve a space inside.
dennis whimpering, tears blurring his vision, trickling down flushed cheeks as he clutches desperately to robby for stability, to ground himself. it makes it better and worse, the closeness, knowing that it's robby. he's letting a man touch him, lay with him, fuck him. it twists something in his chest even as pleasure pools in his gut, throbs at the base of his spine.
he whimpers little sorry, sorry, m'sorry—'s, compulsive repentance, hiccuping with every thrust, feeling robby so deep, in his stomach. it makes him sick, it makes him dizzy, makes him feel so fucking good. too good. too good when it's wrong, when it's sin, when it's everything he's tried his entire life to avoid.
robby pumping him full and dennis cumming over his stomach, untouched. both men panting and quiet, wanting it so bad, wanting more, wanting it again in the morning, again in the night, and the morning after that, and the day after that. knowing it's wrong. dennis is so young. knowing it's wrong. god condemns it.
I was thinking about Trinity telling Dennis to use her spare room but make it a/b/o:
Look Alpha!Trinity would have done it regardless but she knows Omega!Dennis can be seriously in danger as Omega on the streets and besides, she doesnt really like living alone
Trinity being little confused about how bad Dennis is at nesting and scent marking his new blankets but softens ofcourse when he tells her he wasnt allowed to do that before (she does still jokingly say "Great, my Omega stray is broken")
Trinity going out to get more blankets and pillows for Dennis so he can make his nest more cosy but ofc being gruff about it like he is an inconvenience
She cant hide a soft smile though when she sees Dennis perched in a soft messy nest like a confused but happy pigeon
They scent each other a lot cos they feel so safe with their bestie ofc
When they go out, Trinity always scents Dennis more so Alphas dont hit on him cos he isnt ready for that
Dennis wearing Trinity's sweaters sometimes cos he has never had a pack before and she is his now (she pretends to be disgusted but smells so happy when he says that)
Dennis starting to date Robby and Jack and Trinity isnt afraid to glower at them snd make aure they know she will rip those old men apart if they ever hurt Dennis
But she even allows the alphas to come visit Dennis at home so Dennis can proudly show his nest even though the alphas are "stinking up the place"
Robby and Jack always respecting Trinity's place in Dennis's life
Even when they are supposed to have date night with Dennis at their house and Dennis brings Trinity too cos "she has been dying to see that movie too!"
Also Dennis getting his heat and Robby and Jack helped him but the moment it breaks he is asking for Trin and just attaches to her like a very warm octopus that stinks a little bit
i like to imagine santos helped dennis set up his grindr profile. she takes over, after seeing all his original photos, which were all blurry and awkward making him look clinically depressed. dennis immediately regrets letting her help when santos barges into his room and dumps several different colored lace bodysuits, thongs, and thigh highs. they spend the next thirty minutes arguing on what color to go with. they eventually decide on black. dennis spends the entire photoshoot face flushed bright red and embarrassed, while santos orders him around in different positions, adjusting lights around them and opening the curtains to let the moonlight illuminate the room.
“arch your back more”
“i don’t know how”
“cmon dennis work with me yes you do”
the photos turn out incredible, dennis couldn’t believe his eyes. soft curls falling in his eyes. pink flushed cheeks, pale skin glowing in the moonlight, long legs disappearing into black lace, hair peeking from the sheer underwear, big nervous doe eyes staring into the camera. santos makes several comments on how fuckable he looks and every time dennis hides his face embarrassed, but on the inside preening from the attention. when they go to set up the profile they argue on what photos to choose, dennis arguing some of them to are to scandalous, and santos countering back cackling with snide remarks about how “thats the whole fucking point of grindr, is to be scandalous and get dick”
the profile is all set up by the end of the night.
might make a fic on this, and might make a part 2 on robby’s reaction to seeing dennis’s profile. keyword: might🥹
after a long shift robby comes home to his empty house, still wired from stress and adrenaline. most days he doesn’t even make it to the bedroom, just drops on the couch, head swirling, his mind filled with one thing. dennis. he pulls his scrubs down just enough. and wraps his hand around his cock. he strokes himself hard and fast thinking about the way dennis’s soft ass fills those tight scrubs. robby pumps faster as he imagines bending dennis over his kitchen counter, fucking him hard and fast. it doesn’t take long, (it never does when’s he’s thinking of dennis) and within minutes he cums with a strained grunt, thick ropes spilling over his fist, while he pictures dennis on his knees looking at him with those adoring, naive eyes. he leans back, tension draining from his shoulders. mind full of a man he will never have. but for now, the small touches, fist bumps and longing glances will have to do.
Dennis and Trinity always bring food back from a date.
It started in the early days out of need, both poor, tired med students, where going on a date ment a free meal, which they desperately needed. So they would take it in turns, going on some really questionable dates with some honestly questionable people. But coming home with left overs enough for the both of them.
As life continued and they were able to keep at least the basic food items in it become more of a bonding habit over nothing. The dates for need stopped but dates still happened. Some good, some bad, and every time finding them both settled around their tiny table after, eating leftovers, giving the lowdown on what happened.
When Dennis started dated Robby he was honestly worried at the fact the man never finished his whole meal when they ate out. Always wrapped it to go home.
That all changed one night with Robby coming running back into the flat 10 minutes after dropping Dennis off with Dennis phone in hand it having been left in the car. To find them both sat wrapped around each other giggling like children eating the last over pasta. His heart filled.
And if every time they now go out to eat Robby orders an extra meal to go wrapping up and sending home with Dennis. Well that’s for no one to know but him.
Robby had told Jack to go into his basement and help himself to the unused toolkit there. Robby had told Jack this, and he'd offered it quite casually, meaning that Robby must have absolutely accepted and approved of the fact that Jack would realise his secret: that the missing medical student, Dennis Whitaker, is in his basement.
In the days following his disappearance, a brief email had been sent to PTMC's emergency department staff appealing for information, which was followed by a fleet of missing posters distributed by his roommate that eventually became used as note paper in the staff room after a few months, but, come to think of it, Jack can't remember the last time he saw any evidence that anyone was actively looking for Dennis. He's likely been missing—been here—for years.
Despite the passage of time, Jack instantly sees hopeful recognition spread across Dennis' face. "Doctor Abbot? Doctor Abbot, is that you? My name—My name is Dennis Whitaker. I'm an MS Four. I'm—I'm here," he stutters. For someone who has presumably spent the recent portion of his life trapped in this windowless basement, he looks remarkably well. His skin is smooth and his hair is clean. His eyes are bright and shining. He even has a little additional weight on him, Jack thinks, though he stops this thought quickly. No, Dennis Whitaker is pregnant. He isn't far along but he is definitely pregnant.
"Doctor Abbot? Doctor Abbot, no. Please. Please, no, pl—" Jack slams shut the basement door shut and stares at the woodgrain, tracing the natural pattern and trying to untangle any sort of sense in the scene he just witnessed.
Dennis wasn’t okay. He thought he was, but if the intense, searing pain his lower abdomen was anything to go by, he wasn’t.
The pressure had been building on itself for several hours, having started halfway through his shift. At first it felt like nothing more than akin to hunger pains, but soon it left him debilitated on the floor, much like the position he was in now in the middle of the night in the sanctity of his bedroom.
He didn’t understand what was happening or why, but he allowed the pressure to build until his body gave him any signs of what the issue was.
The issue was a baby. Dennis had a baby.
He probably should have guessed by his body’s intuition for him to inexplicably push, cries muffled by the t-shirt he stuck in his mouth just for his cries of pain to be replaced with the cries if what sounded like a healthy set of lungs on a newborn baby girl.
He didn’t know what to think or what to make of the situation, but he wasted no time taking her in his arms and cradling her against his chest, still attached to her by the umbilical cord. The cries must have alerted his roommate, who soon found herself intruding on his room to be met with the sight of Dennis cradling a fresh baby in his arms, clearly no more than a few minutes old.
She was shocked, but not more shocked than her roommate who claimed he had no awareness of his condition in these last few months.
She sat with him for a few minutes letting him cry into her shoulder. A mix of confusion, concern, and fear all running through his head.
He knew who the baby’s father was, well sort of, it was honestly a 50/50 between Robby and Jack, but either way half of this baby’s DNA was shared by the married couple who brought him into their bed so many months ago.
“We need to get you two checked out, make sure there’s no complications” Trinity said
Dennis knew she was right, but he knew he couldn’t face the night shift attendant right now at his place of work. Too many questions would arise, ones that Dennis didn’t know how to answer.
Dennis pleaded with her to wait until morning so he would have more time to figure out another place to go. Seeing no immediate concerns in neither Dennis nor the baby, she agreed. He could tell the question of the paternity lingered on her tongue, but something told him that she already knew, or at least could figure it out.
In the morning they both called out of work claiming an emergency, and went to the second closest emergency clinic where both father and child were given a clean bill of health, and the rest of the day was spent scrounging up money for baby essentials and figuring out how a baby would work into their schedules.
Trinity brought up the possibility of adoption, but Dennis quickly shut the idea down. He felt a lot of things, shame and fear being the predominant emotions. Shame at having one of his married attendings’ child that neither of them had a clue about, and fear as to their next steps. Dennis didn’t think either of them wanted a kid, they were way past that point in their lives, and Dennis was no where near that point in his life, and yet he couldn’t imagine giving her up having fallen so in love with her so fast.
Trinity supported his decision, quick to dub herself as the “cool lesbian aunt.” Dennis was just happy one of them seemed to not be freaking out, though he was sure under that facade was a lot of worry.
The next few months were spent with the two taking alternate shifts so there would always be someone to look after Lucy, a name they had decided on together.
Those months were filled with a near unbearable amount of stress and loneliness, barely ever being able to spend time with the one person he had actually created a close bond with since moving to the city. They lived in the same apartment yet missed each other’s presence dearly.
After these first few months spent being ships passing in the night, and Lucy growing at a healthy pace, one night she started crying, and wouldn’t stop. Nothing either of them did seemed to calm the infant down, and neither of them could ascertain the cause with their limited resources at home aside from a symptom of very high temperatures.
They would have to take her in, and Dennis being a mother hen couldn’t bear the extra few minutes to get to a different emergency room, so into the pitt they went.
It was a slow night with very few patients to speak of, making the night shift attending more than available to address a crying infant. Jack was clearly surprised to see the two pittlings with an even smaller pittling in tow, and Jack clearly had questions, but those could be asked later.
Jack ended up diagnosing her with bacterial pneumonia. Something that could be fixed quickly with some antibiotics.
The guilt radiating off of Dennis was potent, clearly blaming himself for not being more careful with her, not keeping a cleaner space, not doing his due diligence in making sure none of this ever happened.
Jack was quick to comfort the boy like he would any other patient, shifting the blame off of himself and putting it onto circumstances. “Things happen,” he said.
And he was right. Things do happen, and sometimes we can’t take them back.
Trinity could tell they needed a moment, using Lucy and her dirty diaper as an excuse to give them space.
Dennis refused to look up from the ground, shame beating him down harder than he ever felt. Suddenly a hand was on his back, rubbing in circles to stop the nasty thoughts. It was like that night all those months ago, where he would lay in the married couple’s bed and would feel Jack rubbing circles into his bare back. The memory was pleasant, and something in Dennis wished he could go back to that time, when things were less complicated, and he wasn’t carrying the weight and secret of another life on his shoulders.
But all secrets had to come to light sooner or later.
“Dennis, I don’t mean to overstep but I have to know…. Is she ours?” Jack asked
Dennis didn’t answer, he just started crying, and that was all the answer Jack needed. His arms were around him inna moment, trying desperately to piece together the broken boy.
Dennis’ mouth started to run and showed no sogns of stopping, talking about how sorry he was and that he didn’t know he was pregnant. She was a surprise, and he knew that Jack and Robby would want nothing to do with the kid but that he loved her so much and couldn’t stand to get rid of her.
Jack stopped him abruptly with a “whoa whoa whoa, who said we wouldn’t want to get to know the kid? OUR kid?”
Dennis’ tears stopped, hardly hearing what he was saying, too stunned to speak but his eyes said everything. A plea for Jack’s feelings to be real, to want to actually be a part of their kid’s life.
“Dennis, I’m begging you, please let us help you. I think I speak for both Robby and I when I say we would want nothing more than to be a part of Lucy’s life, so I’m begging ya kid please let us.”
Jack told him to wait a few days, then see about bringing Lucy over to the apartment Jack and Robby shared together, both of them eager to see the little bundle of joy the three of them made together.
robby isn't scared of erectile dysfunction, erectile dysfunction is scared of robby cz he got himself the prettiest farm boy with big sad eyes and curls and a fat little ass
This is kinda coming out of nowhere but I'm thinking about it and it won't leave my brain... but omega Dennis pushing himself too hard, ignoring his own needs, not taking care of himself in order to keep up with patients and keep studying, and just keep going... he reasons that he grew up like this, farm chores never stopped, he should be able to keep going his brothers could keep going so he just keeps trying to push through it.
And Robby and Jack decide that this can't continue. But Dennis is a headstrong omega, feisty little thing and absolutely isn't listening, waves off anyone who tries to tell him to take a break in the ED, whether it's them, Trinity, Dana...
So they decide to kidnap him. For his health.
It’s not kidnapping it’s called rehabilitation !! No but I love this mhm mhm
cw. omegaverse, kidnapping/house arrest (?), this is less dark than what I normally do hopefully that’s okay!, bare bones world building I am making this up as I go!!, not edited, uhmmm this is like my first time writing omegaverse ngl please be nice :(
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On the farm, work doesn’t stop. Dennis spends his early years doing the menial tasks his brothers don’t want. The ones they give to him with the excuse that it’ll toughen him up, but the truth is they just don’t want to do them, and Dennis, as the youngest, has a responsibility to cater to their wants.
And maybe it’s his susceptibility to subservience that leaves him with an inability to say no — something in his genetic code that makes him eager to please and even more eager to submit — or maybe it’s just him.
Dennis isn’t the only omega in his family — he comes from a long line of them, in fact — but he is the runt of his litter.
Sometimes he thinks being the runt somehow meant that he got the last pick of the metaphorical tree. Like, somehow, his brothers got all the good apples, and Dennis was left with all that smashed stuff on the ground, rotted cores, and sun-softened insides squished in the soil.
And because Dennis grows up believing this to be true, he develops this insatiable need to prove that he is separate from the dirt. That he is something even with all his mush and mess.
The ED, in the beginning, feels like his opportunity to be more than the kicked dog his brothers liked to paint him as, but then Dennis starts taking on too much.
At first, it’s a few extra cases here and there, then he’s skipping meals to take on more, downing energy drinks in between to keep him going. After that, it’s not hard to avoid the mandated self-regulation times even though Trinity makes a point to bitch at him about it when they're alone in the apartment, eating cold fries from the bottom of a grease-clogged bag.
“Didn’t see you today.”
Dennis doesn’t answer her at first, chewing slowly, staring down at his open textbook like somehow Trinity will mistake it for him studying and leave him alone.
Of course, he’s never that lucky. She nudges him instead with her foot, prompting him to respond, and he sighs at it, something long-suffering and overly dramatic. “I just didn’t feel like going. I don’t think it’s that big of a deal, Trin.” He knows he’s said the wrong thing when she narrows her eyes at him.
“Omegas have a natural predisposition to emotional dysregulation—”
She’s quoting the damn textbook to him. Dennis rolls his eyes,
“We’re thirty to seventy percent more likely to experience symptoms of mood swings, outbursts, irritation, numbness, or detachment as compared to alphas or betas — yes, I know Trin, I’m sorry, okay?” He can’t help the way he says it — snapping it through gritted teeth, staring somewhere off to the side because looking at her feels like too much, and he’s not trying to be confrontational, he just doesn’t need this right now.
His scent has the bitter tang of metal.
It only makes him feel worse.
Trinity points a soggy fry at him, and it flops over itself with the movement. “That is why you should’ve gone today.”
She’s not the only one who notices Dennis’s descent into self-destruction — it’s a frequent topic between the two married ED attendings.
At shift hand-off, Jack and Robby always end up huddled together at the hub, heads bowed towards each other but gazes tracking the omega who has taken up residence in their minds.
“He’s looking thinner.” Jack’s voice is flat and disapproving, and there’s a touch of concern layered into his scent bleeding out despite his best efforts to stem it.
And all Robby can do is nod because Dennis is looking thinner, paler than usual too, the skin around the sockets of his eyes stretched just a little too far, his eye bags a shade darker than normal, and worst of all, the small glands on the side of his neck all red and irritated and in need of alleviation.
...
It’s not until Dennis passes out that the two attendings actually do something. And they beat themselves up over it the whole time. They knew what Dennis was up to, they saw it happening in front of them, yet they didn’t do anything to stop it until he was on the floor mid-shift, pulse faint beneath Robby’s fingers, and scent all wrong.
They take him home.
To their home.
It’s a struggle to do so; Trinity doesn’t want him out of her sight, panicked by the idea of her best friend alone with two alphas whom she hardly knows, but they manage to convince her.
The first few days are rough.
Dennis is volatile flashing his canines at them whenever they try to get close, oscillating between begging with them to understand that he’s fine and cussing them out for placing him on involuntary house arrest, but the worst of it is when he simply cries — these high pitched, keening whines that fill Jack and Robby with the urge to protect and to fix and to soothe, but Dennis won’t let them do any of it.
Days go by, Dennis still won’t even let them scent him to try and help heal the raw skin around his glands, Jack and Robby are considering switching him to a different alpha —
“Maybe we’ve lost our touch.”
They’re are sitting in their bed, leaning against each other, heads resting together, fingers intertwined. When Robby whispers those words out into the darkness, Jack stiffens and immediately shakes his head, his protest dying on his tongue when he realizes that maybe Robby is right.
But then, in the dark, there’s the sound of the door creaking open and feet shuffling closer. There’s a pause and a sniffle and then Dennis’s voice, plaintive and almost childlike as he murmurs,
“Can I sleep in here?”
And Robby and Jack immediately make room for him, murmuring out an,
“Of course, sweetheart.”
And a,
“Come here, darling.”
And then there’s a warm omega curled up between them, and a sweet scent all around them, intertwining with theirs.
Dennis falls asleep quickly, making these soft snuffling noises that are endearingly cute, and for once, he actually sleeps through the night.
Somewhere, while Jack and Robby are still awake, gently holding Dennis in awe that he trusts them enough for this, Jack pointedly murmurs
“I think we still got it, brother.”
And the only thing Robby can do is try to laugh quiet enough so as not to disturb Dennis, because yeah, maybe they do.
hucklerabbot au where Dennis is working minimum wage at some fancy restaurant that jack and robby go to for dinner one night and similar stuff happens to Dennis as in s1 (getting loads of stuff spilt on him, getting his hand slammed) and he's rabbot's server and they watch this all unfold and theyre super nice to him. And then at the end of the night they tip BIG, so much that poor broke Dennis just breaks down crying.
Needless to say rabbot keep coming back so they can give Dennis ridiculous tips [and also to watch him blush at every compliment aand flirtatious remark]
Abbot (as we already know) is a HUGE flirt. Dude flirts with everyone. Literally anyone, anywhere, it does not matter, he will flirt with them.
Which of course makes Whitaker's secret little crush on him even more humiliating, watching him flirt with literally everyone… well, everyone except Dennis.
No, he barely even bothers acknowledging Dennis, at most says his name in passing to direct him to a case. He can barely even look Dennis in the eyes, and when Dennis does catch Jack looking at him, it’s to find the attending glaring at him from across the hub.
And Dennis is half convinced Jack hates him with how he clams up whenever they end up in the same orbit as each other. The man barely manages to string together more than two words to make jilted small talk.
So yeah, Dennis wonders if it’s a one sided rivalry over Robby warming up to Dennis so fast. If Jack feels like Dennis is somehow getting in the way of their friendship.
And he hates it, because he just… doesn’t understand what he did to make Jack dislike him so much. Jack gets along so easily with everyone else, fuck he flirts with anyone with a pulse.
Of course what Whitaker doesn’t know is that Abbot has a MASSIVE fucking crush on him, and he literally cannot make his brain work around the boy. Like Jack’s brain just goes on an endless loop babbling about how pretty and talented Dennis is whenever he gets within five feet of the suntanned farm boy.
He can’t help trying to avoid Dennis at all costs, he can’t take the chance that he might accidentally kill someone because his brain got stuck staring at how one of Dennis’s curls caught the light and suddenly made him look like a literal angel.
He can’t function if he’s reduced to a puddle of hormones and yearning. So he does his best to avoid the problem.
It all comes to a head when Dennis starts his night shift rotation, and Jack’s avoidance only get’s worse and more pronounced. Because somehow, more exposure to the kid only ratchets up his desire. Jack literally has to run from him at one point to save himself the embarrassment of getting hard mid trauma.
So Dennis corners Jack in the stairwell one day. Demanding Jack explain what the fuck his problem is, because Dennis is a good fucking doctor and he doesn’t deserve to have his attending treating him like he’s a pariah.
And Jack, like a deer in headlights, just stares at how pretty Dennis is when he’s angry. Bright blue eyes shining with frustration, forearm muscles flexed and looking deliciously thick as he rudely pokes Jack in the shoulder for his lack of a response.
It’s only when Dennis huffs and turns to storm off, assuming this is all a lost cause, that Jack reaches out to snag his wrist and pull him back.
The element of surprise on his side, pulling a stumbling Dennis right into his chest, where he slots their mouths together like he’s been wanting to do since he first laid eyes on the kid.
A sweet little noise of shock startled out of Dennis before he melts into the kiss.
Suddenly a lot of things make more sense in Dennis’s mind. Because maybe, when real feelings are involved, Jack isn’t actually so great at being the suave flirt everyone thinks he is.
"I got you two silver watches, and I wanted to get two rings too, but I couldn't find anything at the store that appealed to me. I promise I'll surprise you next year." Robby said, holding out two matching boxes covered in black velvet, giving them a very expensive look.
"I bought a two-week trip just for the three of us to an exclusive resort in Italy: just us, the Mediterranean Sea, and lots of nights to party." Jack said with a wink, showing them the tickets.
"Damn, now you two are making me feel stupid," Dennis said embarrassedly, as he pulled down his pants to show the two men his new pink lace thong and the fresh tattoo on his hip that spelled out the letters "JR" in bold.
(Spoiler alert: Dennis's gift is the most appreciated.)
Dennis, who wasn’t really hiding the fact that he was an omega, but it was a hidden fact nonetheless.
He’s got a soft scent that’s barely there. After years of torment by everyone in his small town, his scent made sure to stay light as a means to protect him.
If you took in his scent for a long time, there’s no doubt that he’s an omega, but most people assume he’s just a beta with a slightly sweeter scent to him.
And he doesn’t really act like an omega.
Growing up, he wasn’t allowed to. His instincts are semi-trained out of him. He’s never felt safe enough to nest, and he definitely didn’t want any of his family members’ scents in his nest, not that he’s ever made a proper one.
Most of his nests back in Nebraska were hastily put together before being stuffed in a closet in case anyone came in. Then he felt such shame for giving in to his instincts that he would dismantle them not even an hour later, refusing to even think of nesting for the rest of the month. The cycle was never-ending back in Broken Bow.
Now that he’s alone in Pittsburgh, he has no reason and no connection with anyone. Building a nest would be a sad experience, so he doesn’t bother. Plus, he was homeless and didn’t have a lot of possessions; there were hardly any clothes available to build a nest. Especially during winter out on the streets, he needed all the layers he could get.
He doesn’t think to buy cute and cuddly stuff cause he’s never been given that option, and it’s hard to break out of his old mindset and realize he can indulge himself or find someone to indulge him.
Nothing about him screams omega, so they assume he’s a beta and never say anything about it.
One day, when there’s a Pitt outing, they decide to go to dinner together. Dennis is sitting between Robby and Trinity. Somehow, Robby always finds a way to be near Dennis, whether he realizes it or not, and they end up discussing designations.
“I guess you don’t have it that bad, do you, Huckleberry? Being a beta and all.” Trinity joked, nudging him with her shoulder, causing him to look up from his beer.
Dennis blinked owlishly, “No? I’m an omega.” Silence. “I… I thought you all knew that…?”
Robby’s eye twitched, and his mind immediately went to all the times he’s touched Whitaker inappropriately just because he thought it wouldn’t matter.
He can see HR calling him now, hounding him for being inappropriate for an older alpha to touch a young, unmated omega like he does. Robby can feel his soul leave his body.
At least he wasn’t the only one who seemed shocked at the news.
“Shit, so you’ve been an unmated omega this entire time?” McKay raises an eyebrow, impressed, as she crosses her arms. “Good job, man. I know how biased this field can be.”
Dennis blushed softly and rubbed the back of his neck with that familiar awkward air around him. “Yeah, it definitely was super hard. But meeting Trinity really saved me, and I’m being courted now, which is definitely something I’d never thought would happen.”
“Awe!” Trinity bumped her shoulder against Dennis’s. “Wait what-“
“What?!” Victoria gasps, the omega’s eyes intense as a wide smile spreads on her face. “You’re being courted? Oh my gosh, who?”
“Someone’s been courting you?” Robby asked, feeling a flare of anger in his chest at the thought of Dennis being courted and wooed by an alpha who clearly didn’t deserve him.
Maybe he was a little too aggressive because everyone at the table started looking at him strangely. Especially Dennis.
Dennis tilted his head, his eyes glancing around the table before landing back on Robby. “Uh, you?”
The air stilled, and Robby’s eyes widened.
What.
“Umm, isn’t that why you’ve been scenting me at work, being next to me all the time, and giving me stuff?” Dennis asked quietly.
That’s true. Robby had noticed how thin the younger man was, so he started buying snacks for him every day. And he did lend his jacket and sweater out to him multiple times, even letting Dennis take him home. And of course, it all comes back to the touching that Robby couldn’t stop. It was compulsive.
Fuckkkkk.
He’s totally been courting Dennis without realizing it.
“Am I… wrong?” Dennis asked insecurely.
Just hearing the sadness and fear in his voice snapped Robby out of whatever realization trance he was in. He never wanted to make Dennis sound like that. “Nope, you’re not wrong. I was definitely courting you. On purpose. Yes. This is a thing that I definitely knew was happening.”
“Oh, so that’s why you’re constantly touching him and around him.” Mel gasped and nodded her head, looking at Langdon for confirmation.
“Mel, not now.” Langdon shook his head, glancing over at the older alpha. “Robby looks like he’s gonna have a conniption.”
Robby coughed, trying to clean his face of any visible emotion and simultaneously avoiding the piercing glare directed at the side of his head from Trinity.
“Trin?”
Trinity also quickly fixed her face when her best friend turned in her direction with a curious expression on her face.
“This is great, Huckleberry.” She grinned. “If you need me to kill him for you… I will. No questions.” She muttered, looking Dennis deep in the eyes.
Dennis laughed. A full body laugh with his head thrown back and a wide smile on his face.
And then, Robby was hit by it.
The sweetest, most delicious scent he had ever had the pleasure of smelling. It was the same light scent he had been craving for months, but had no idea where it was originating from. Of course, it was fucking Whitaker.
Damn, he really needs to pay closer attention.
“I’ll be careful.” Robby addressed Trinity, casually slinging an arm around Dennis’s shoulder and pulling him closer, enjoying the pretty blush high on the omega’s cheeks. “Promise. If I mess up, I won’t fight you killing me, Santos.”
Trinity narrowed her eyes but nodded, the conversation starting to flow again around the table.
Dennis gently played with his fingers, hesitantly snuggling closer to the alpha. This was the first time it was blatant physical contact without the guise of it just being friendly or professional.
“Uh… I have my heat next month…” Dennis whispered softly, looking up at Robby through his eyelashes. “I’m not- I’m not ready for anything big… but maybe I can build a nest at your place?”
Robby’s heart pounded in his chest. An omega choosing to build their nest in an alpha’s den was the highest honor.
“Anything,” Robby whispered, giving in to an impulse and pressing a kiss to Dennis’s forehead. "Let me take you out on a proper date before then."
Dennis chirped softly, leaning up and pressing a chaste kiss to Robby’s cheek, before turning and joining in the conversation again, making no move to remove himself from Robby’s hold.
oh nothing just santos and dennis getting drunk together after a brutal shift and make the catastrophic decision to sext robby and garcia.
dennis sends things like
miss u. thinking about ur hands again, lowkey wish they were inside of me.
followed immediately by:
fuck ignore that
dont ignore it actually
wait ignore it if you want im sorry
santos is sprawled beside dennis laughing her ass off and encouraging him, saying things like “cmon den ur a sexy motherfucker” “make him pay for yelling at me today” “hes probably so hard rn” and santos is loudly sending voice messages to garcia saying things like
“if u dont come over right the fuck now im gonna lose my fucking mind. i need you so bad. you have no idea.”
eventually they both fall asleep leaving both robby and garcia confused and horny
I like to think santos absolutely drags dennis to gay bars against his will, at first. dennis claims he hates them because they’re “too loud” and “socially exhausting,” but really it’s because every time a cute guy looks at him, he forgets how to function. one guy buys dennis a drink and tells him he has “sad cowboy energy.” santos laughs so hard she almost falls out of her chair because it is horrifyingly accurate. one night dennis finally loosens up enough to dance a little after santos spends two hours hyping him up. he’s awkward at first, stiff and uncertain, but once he starts laughing, santos just stares at him for a second and thinks, oh wow dennis is beautiful when he forgets to be afraid. and robby eventually finds out santos takes dennis to gay bars and nearly loses his mind imagining dennis getting flirted with all night while Santos sends him blurry videos captioned:
ur boy is serving cunt btw
