Anyway, I was listening to Telephone by Lady Gaga and it got me thinking about HuckleAbbot meeting at a club or dive bar. A little HuckleRobby, too. Like, Dennis going to the bar after Robby told him they're just "being casual" and Dennis gets mad and is feeling a little self-destructive. If they're just "being casual" then Dennis can go out and hook up or make-out with whoever he wants, right? He just didn't expect the night shift attending to be there, too and...
It's a dark corner in a seedy place and Dennis kissed two other men before he saw Abbot. At first, he panicked. A few drinks and some fun on the dance floor should be fine. It's his life. He can do whatever he wants, but he also knows doctor's are meant to be reputable. It's stupid because they should get a life too.
The panic only grew when Abbot approached him and pulled him away from the third guy Dennis only kind of wanted to make-out with. Dennis didn't argue, a million excuses on his tongue, ready to explain that it wasn't cheating if Robby didn't even want to be exclusive. Dennis is a grown man. He can do what he wants with who he wants and--
And Abbot's arm is around his waist and Dennis is pressed up against a wall.
"Here I was thinking someone had a claim on you," Abbot mutters. His face is right against Dennis' neck and he cranes his chin up to let Abbot have more access. His breath is hot and Dennis kind of wants to taste whatever he may have ordered from the bar. The last few guys made fun of the fruity drink Dennis had bought, but he had enough beers in his youth with his brothers to know he didn't like them.
"No one claims me," Dennis grumbles, "I'm an adult."
"Oh, I'm sure," Abbot says, licking against the sweat at Dennis' collar and Dennis shivers. His voice a condescending tone and Dennis kind of likes it. "If you weren't one, you wouldn't be buying your own drinks." Dennis flushes because... well, he'd maybe gotten the last two guys to buy his drinks and with the way Abbot laughs, he knows.
Dennis isn't able to respond, because Abbot has an open mouth against his neck, and Dennis' knees go weak and then there's a thigh between his legs. Dennis lets it happen, moans a little at how good it feels. Someone with more experience than the wandering hands that seemed to stutter at his waist and hips that were different than they seemed to expect.
There's a buzzing in his back pocket and Dennis huffs as Abbot continues to kiss and suck and grind his thigh up which his only becoming harder to pretend to ignore.
The phone stops ringing and Dennis hums in delight, deciding it might just be a one time thing. Maybe it's not even Robby.
It starts again and this time, Dennis manages to fishes the phone out before it goes to voicemail.
"I don't mind," Abbot says, nipping at his earlobe, "Kinda having fun playing with you like this, anyway." Dennis snorts and meets his eyes.
"You're not very receptive. Just letting me do what I want... kinda like a doll." Dennis grows hotter at that. He answers the phone and Abbot grins before paying attention to the other side of Dennis' neck and he doesn't mean to outright moan into the receiver, but Abbot found this place closer to the nape of his neck at the same time his hands went under his shirt--
"Where are you?" Robby asks. His voice is strained.
"Why?" Dennis says. Abbot's hands are squeezing and pinching. Dennis let's his head fully fall back against the wall and sighs.
"Why... I thought we talked about you coming over tonight?"
"Yeah, but I decided I don't want to." Abbot pulls back to snort at Dennis' answer. Dennis is sure he can't hear Robby over the music and everything else happening. It doesn't matter because Dennis outright giggles at the laugh from Abbot. It's something he doesn't do anymore, not after how much he got teased about being girly, but right now he likes it. Plus, Abbot's stubble kinda tickles when he just nuzzles against Dennis' neck like that.
He forgets Robby's on the phone until he talks again several seconds later.
"Are you with someone?" he asks. If Dennis were more sober, he might've heard the small hurt in his voice. Right now, though, he's focused on his free hand grabbing at Abbot's bicep and feeling it up a little. It's only fair.
"Kinda," Dennis says, "'M at... Honestly it might be a gay bar."
"You don't know where you are?" Dennis scoffs then grins as Abbot pumps his bicep for Dennis to press harder into. One of his nails scrapes just under his nipple and Dennis stifles a moan.
"'Course I know where I am," he says, "I'm with Jack."
"I gotta go." He pulls the phone away from his ear and doesn't look as he (hopefully) hangs up and shoves his phone back into his pocket. It's much easier to pull Abbot into a proper kiss without it.
