𓂃ෆ˚Pushing It Down and Praying 𓂃ෆ˚
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Hucklerobby{} langtaker (kinda){} religious guilt{} trans! Dennis Whitaker{} The Pitt
Dennis lays beside Frank. He feels bad, honest. He doesn’t want to keep doing this, but he can’t find a healthy way to vent his emotions towards Robby. It’s messy, really.
Dennis doesn’t know how things started… they just did? And he feels guilty, religious and otherwise. He hasn’t been pure since college, but this was something new. Lying with one man while thinking of another. He feels sick.
Dennis stands up from the bed, sliding his slightly sticky boxers back on with a sigh. He begins to grab his things from around the room, praying silently that Frank doesn’t wake up. His prayers fall upon deaf ears.
“Whitaker..?” A voice rough with sleep calls out to him. He turns slowly to face the man who called to him.
”Hey,” Dennis replies, his voice sounding guiltier than usual.
“I’m just gonna head back home, I’m sure Trin’s worried.” He lies, he really just wants to go home and take a long bath to wash the burn of sin from his skin.
Frank nods. “Safe travels.”
Dennis nods, shoving his clothes back on and scampering out the door.
When Dennis arrives home he’s surrounded by the sterile smell that’s covered poorly by whatever Trinity had for dinner. He inhales, feeling his shoulders relax. He can hear Family Guy playing from Trinity’s room, a sign she was asleep or at least trying to be.
He walks silently towards his room, grabbing clean clothes from his dresser before walking into his bathroom.
He strips, staring at his body in the mirror. No marks on the plush, pale skin. Just the way he asked of the other man. It doesn’t make him feel any less sick.
He starts the bath and sinks into the warmth, his eyes fluttering shut as he tries to focus on anything other than the disgust and guilt gnawing at his being.
He grabs his loofah and covers it in soap before scrubbing his body aggressively, as if trying to scrub away the burn of a man’s hands on his body. The scent of his lavender body wash does nothing to soothe him.
Dennis should be asleep, he knows it. He isn’t, though, obviously. He’s thinking of a warm touch on his body that’s for more than just lust. He’s thinking of Robby. He feels guilty, a common theme with him. He shouldn’t be thinking of Robby like that, the man’s old enough to be his father, not to mention his boss.
He shouldn’t think of mindless touches, lingering looks, quiet praise, or gentle reassurance.
His hand moves to the cross around his neck, pulling it off and setting it aside. His hand then slips into his boxers, already wet from the thought of Robby touching him in even the most innocent ways. He’s too easy.
He gathers slick from his folds and swirls it around his clit with a soft, choked sound from his lips. Something that sounds far too similar to Robby’s name to be anything else. He moves his fingers down lower, pressing into his hole with a soft squelch. His eyes flutter shut, thoughts of purity clouded by images of Robby. He can barely touch his eager hole before he cums. He sobs as he does, the pleasure being overwhelmed by guilt. He shouldn’t be like this, he should be a pure child of God. He isn’t.
Dennis is awoken by the familiar, yet agitating sound of his alarm going off. He reaches over and turns it off with more aggression than needed. He walks to his bathroom and begins to wash his face. He brushes his teeth. He combs his dirty blonde curls. He then leaves the bathroom and puts a pair of scrubs on with a plain white undershirt. He looks at the discarded cross necklace on his desk then turns away and exits his room.
He’s greeted by the scent of pop tarts burning in the toaster. He laughs softly.
”Uh, Trin? Your breakfast’s burning!” Dennis calls out softly.
”SHIT!” Yelps Trinity from the bathroom, she sprints out while tying part of her hair back. Impressive.
Dennis chuckles softly, grabbing a banana from the counter for breakfast.
”Where were you last night, Huckleberry?” Trinity inquires with surprising calmness for someone who just burnt her breakfast.
Dennis’ cheeks feel hot with guilt.
”…Langdon’s.” He musters out with all the confidence you could expect from a man filled with religious guilt.
Trinity nods. “Thought that was done.” She says simply, not accusatory, just a plain acknowledgement of what he’d told her last time.
Dennis looks down, fidgeting with the banana in his hands
”I thought so too.” He mumbles, exhaling heavily.
Trinity nods, tossing her burnt pop tarts out and grabbing an apple.
“Sex that good?” Trinity inquires with a grin.
Dennis shakes his head fervently.
”No! Well… it isn’t bad— but that’s not why!” He manages out.
Trinity raises a brow. “Then what’s the driving factor here? Langdon isn’t exactly the best guy.” She sighs, Dennis knows she has strong opinions on the other man and he doesn’t blame her for it.
Trinity’s brows raise. “Robby? As in… Dr. Robby? As in, Michael Robinavitch? As in, our boss?”
”Well what the fuck does he have to do with this?” Trinity asks with a sigh.
Dennis looks anywhere but at Trinity.
”I’ve got it bad for him, Trin… I think about him all the time. I feel like I’m going insane.” He exhales shakily.
”Okay, still not adding up, Huckleberry.” Trinity snaps her fingers lightly, hinting him to spit it out.
”Langdon gives me attention in the way Robby won’t… or in the way I’m too scared to ask for. It’s shitty, I know. But I imagine it’s Robby’s hands on my body instead of Langdon’s.” Dennis mutters, looking guiltier than before.
”Well, shit.” Trinity sighs, letting out a low whistle.
”You’re absolutely and utterly fucked, Huckleberry.” She adds.
”I know!” Dennis snaps, raking a hand over his face.
”Don’t tell anyone, please…?” He asks meekly.
”I won’t, I won’t.” Trinity sighs, standing up with her bag.
”Let’s go before we’re late.” She says
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