jack and robby have been fucking in the on call room. it started out as just lingering chats at shift change or fleeting touches when their shifts did happen to overlap before slowly escalating to quickies where they’re forced to bite their knuckles to muffle the moans escaping them.
Not long after this started; jack took to saying “they get a dollar, i get a dime. that’s why i fuck on company time.”
to which robby always retorted that that’s not how the saying goes, rolling his eyes as he let jack drag him into the on call room.
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They give her attention and praise her throughout the day and they’re all really cool :(( and she struggles not to be awkward around them which makes this so much more embarrassing :(( she knows she shouldn’t think of them this way but she can’t help it :((
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jack liked the energy that a puppy brought to the dynamic and he knew robby had missed it too after years of slow evenings and lazy mornings.
but there were times, like right now, that jack really hated the energy that a puppy brought to the dynamic.
it was getting late and honestly he was cranky as he watched dennis move from the couch to the floor to the bedroom before starting the cycle all over again, each time with a new toy between his teeth.
the fireplace was going, casting light in the dim living room. robby sat on the couch, reading glasses perched on his nose as he flipped through his latest read.
and jack was sitting in his armchair, collar around his neck, and his favorite blanket which had seen better days draped over him. he was admittedly territorial of his armchair— anyone who visited knew that was jack’s both in and out of his headspace. the only exception to this rule was occasionally robby but only if it was one of the rare occasions that jack wanted to be held.
his prosthetic was back in their bedroom, wheelchair nearby, but this is what he did in his headspace nowadays. he let robby settle him into his chair, flipping the leg rest up and he relaxed until robby came hand feed him or take him to bed— of course, he got pets throughout the day as well.
old man was what robby would murmur affectionately. normal jack hated being called old but when he was collared? he wore his age like a badge of honor. he deserved to rest and relax.
he should’ve known that den was up to no good when the pup skidded to a stop right in front of him. wide eyes held his gaze before pouncing onto jack’s lap with an excited yip.
jack’s lip twitched in annoyance but he knew better than to shove the pup off. den would be crying for daddy before his ass even hit the floor.
at first he thought dennis was just there for cuddles, wallowing him just enough for a low growl to resonate from the back of jack’s throat. of course, this caught robby’s attention but he was curious to see if the pups (yes, jack was still his pup even at his age) would work it out on their own.
but dennis being dennis, he had jack’s blanket in his mouth, chewing on the fabric before either of them could blink. jack yanked it away, eyeing the wet spot with distaste. he didn’t get long to stew about it before dennis was flopping onto his chest, arms wrapping around jack’s neck.
and then jack felt a tongue against his ear followed my teeth gently biting his earlobe. did puppies really have to put everything in their mouths?
“mikey, get your pup.” jack growled, itching to bite or scratch or shove. he was not in the mood for this.
robby was up in a second, lifting dennis off jack’s lap with a groan. “we’ve talked about this. were you even listening to daddy when i told you that we ask permission first?”
all that escaped dennis was a pitiful little whine as he looked at jack with watery baby blues. he knew that he was supposed to be gentle with jack because he didn’t always want to play.. but it wasn’t fair. he wanted to play..
it didn’t take long for jack to cool down so when dennis brought over one of his chew toys as a peace offering, jack was content to let dennis lay his head against his leg as they both watched tv, mindlessly chewing on their toys.
Hucklerabbot except it's Robby being used like a toy and he loves it. Dennis and Jack who know that Robby is their needy brown eyed boy who thinks there's something wrong if they aren't holding him or loving him or fucking him into oblivion. Robby who they fuck all day on their days off but he still wants more, wants it til he can't move. Robby who becomes a cuddle monster after. A Robby that is so needy they've had to get toys to hold him over and usually he's fine with that as long as one of them is holding him and telling him that they love him.