Hiya, I'm Jim a newly fledged Pitt fan and questionable but enthusiastic writer (18+ blog!)
Outing myself as the writer of:
My service dog Dennis (E) Jack/Dennis mostly with eventual Robby/Dennis/Jack (pls mind the tags)
Hybrid puppyboy Dennis (sold by his parents to the US Army-very à la my parents sold me to 1D) is assigned to Jack when he asks for support from the VA. Now Jack has to navigate not only owning a hybrid, but the fact his puppy apparently likes his best friend (who is trying to liberate said puppy) better than him.
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Fundamentals (E) Dennis/ Robby (which I will finish I just got distracted by puppy boy Dennis ahhhh)
Dennis has his safe little fantasies, but has never acted on them until now. Robby knows he isn't the right person to guide Whitaker, but he knows himself well enough to know he will anyway. (Virgin Trans Whitaker)
(Starting a new blog because my other is very.....not this fandom lol)
Dennis standing outside of the ambulance bay smoking a cigarette. Because of the time of year, it's getting darker much quicker. The sun is already behind the buildings, making it seem darker than it is. He's halfway through a drag when a voice drifts to him.
"Those things'll kill you, kid." Looking over his shoulder, he sees Dr. Abbot prowling out of the shadows. Dennis's floppy ears twitch on his head, even with his hearing, the man is nearly silent. Nose twitching, he detects the faint scent lingering over Dr. Abbot.
"Real original," Dennis can't help but snark. He may be a perfect angel for Robby, just a demure bunny begging to be pet, but for Abbot? Everyone knows abbot likes a little *bite.*
The side of Abbot's mouth twists up in a smirk; the LED light of the bay behind Dennis twinkles off a too-sharp canine tooth that's exposed.
"Need it for stress relief?" The man prods. The ears stop his head are perked, angled straight at Dennis. He wonders if the coyote can hear the way his heart it racing in his chest.
"Nah, there are better ways to relieve stress." With a step, he turns his body slightly away from Abbot. Just as Dennis planned, hazel eyes are locked onto Dennis's little twitching tail.
Dr. Abbot's pupils blow wide. Whether it's from the teasing words, or if the sight of a quivering bunny tail sets his instincts into overdrive, Dennis doesn't know. What he does know is that he wants the coyote. He wants to be chased. Wants to be caught. Feel those sharp teeth in his flesh.
Not feeling great, napping all evening, waking up between naps to bang out 4k of pet shop au and yeeting it into tumblr without one reread so I can go back to bed but also share with u all cos I’m tired and feeling sorry for myself? Sounds about right
(this is 4k of smut and tiny Dennis lore background btw, hope u like it freaks 🐶)
Dennis thinks he might combust, laid here on their bed- which really really smells like them, both of them, in a way he wants to just roll and wriggle around in until he's covered in their scent.
"Do you wanna touch the puppy first? Sounds like he's been good for you."
On his right, Jack is gently tracing his fingertips up inside of Dennis' t-shirt, feather-light touches across his softening stomach- all those treats and lazing about in the shops making his farm work toning less defined. Earlier on the tour of their house he saw a bunch of exercise stuff he guesses belongs to Jack, maybe Jack will let him-
Theres a hand on his face, and he turns into it. Oh his left Robby presses up against him, one hand on his hip and his thumb stroking his face gently.
"Lets kiss him a little first Jack-" He tilts Dennis chin up. "He's always rushing puppy, running from one thing to the next."
Jack scoffs, but Dennis can't bring himself to pay attention because Robby's soft lips are pressing against his own.
He's being kissed!
!!!
Dennis has never been kissed in his life!!
Robby wants to kiss him!!!!!
He presses forward excitedly and his teeth clack against Robby's, and he slips a bit getting Robby's lower lip and chin a little wet. Dennis feels him laugh against his lips and frowns, trying to pull back a little, but Jack presses up against his back.
"Shh you're okay pup, it's all so exciting huh little one?" He strokes a hand over his fur but keeping him from shuffling away and curling up in embarrassment. "Slow down a little, close your eyes for me, can you do that? Thats it- just like that good boy- now press forward slowly, don't move too much yet, let Mike lead okay? Thats it- oh puppy those little huffy whines are really something huh?"
Oh shit, Dennis can feel his cunt clenching, sandwiched between them and wiggling his butt a little to try and …. what? Stop the feeling? Make it more intense? He doesn't know. All he knows is that Robby is moving against him so sweetly, pressing more gently this time and nibbling at his bottom lip.
"Does that feel good?"
Dennis nods desperately.
"Yeah it does, little wiggles. You seeing this Michael?"
Robby chuckles against his lips and mumbles, "see Dens? He never shuts up."
"S'good. Like it." Dennis protests, and both men laugh gently at him.
"Let him in then puppy, if you like it so much, don't worry puppy I'll talk you through it. Let him show you how good it can be. Just follow his lead and go slowly puppy." Dennis parts his lips and Robby's tongue fills the space. He hums, and lets Jack tilt his head to the side a bit. "If you go like this- fuckin' floppy little ears killin' me pup- yeah like that. See how that gives him a little more room? Oh puppy what's that noise hmm?"
What noise? Oh- that's him! Making that strange little high pitched huffy whine. But doesn't Jack know that he can't help it? It's just so nice to kiss Robby. Like so nice even if he feels like he's not doing it super well, sloppy spit on his chin.
When Robby pulls back Dennis whimpers, and Robby's eyes crinkle, thumb coming to swipe below his lip.
"Want a hands on lesson from Jack Dens?" Robby asks.
"Um, yes please! Yeah, Jack?" He whips his head around but Jack is right there, his nose tickling into the side of his face, and then he's being passed from one man to the other as Jack goes in this time.
Their teeth clack again.
Jack pulls back and frowns, "now what did I just teach you pup?"
Robby tuts, "don't be mean Jack, it's puppy's first go at this. He might need to be told a few times." He leans down and nibbles at Dennis' earlobe, whispering, "gotta go slow buddy, come on, be good for Jack like you were good for me."
Dennis tries, he really does, he wants to be good- especially for Jack. He gets the impression that anything he does is going to make Robby laugh or smile, but with Jack he thinks there will be certain times where he must earn the title of good. And that thrills him just as much as Robby's quick adoration.
"Please Jack. I'll b' good."
"Yeah you will. Just excited right puppy."
He forces himself slow, but he's pretty sure all of his energy just goes into his rapidly wagging tail. He knows because Robby keeps playing with it, running from it's base to the tip as he kneels up and leans over to Jack. When Jack licks into his mouth he tastes coffee on his tongue.
Dennis lets their tongues dance, lets Jack huff and laugh and play with him, lets him tilt his head this way and that, until Dennis gently bites back at his lower lip. That gets a reaction, a really good reaction, Jack's fingers tightening on his jaw and panting into his mouth like a dog. He does it again, just a little harder, and Jack groans into his mouth until Dennis is gasping.
When he pulls back, spit sheens Jack's lips like gloss.
"Oh he's sweet, isn't he Michael." Jack mumbles, thumbing Dennis bottom lip.
"Very- pass him back Jack?"
"If I must." He winks at Dennis, and Dennis nearly chokes.
They keep at it for a while, lazily passing him back and forth between them until his lips tingle from the attention. Dennis feels, with a certainty he's never felt before in his life, that this is exactly where he was meant to be.
See, Dennis Whitaker has always wanted, more than anything, to belong.
On the plains of Nebraska, growing rows of corn brushing at his shoulders as evening breeze curled in his fur, Dennis had let the cooling orange light paint his face and he'd almost felt it. But as much as his ma pretended he was her Denny he wasn't. Dennis' brothers weren't his brothers. His pa wasn't his pa, he was a man who bought Dennis so young he has no memories of the before. He's not sure if that's a blessing or a curse.
Oh I don't know Dennis. He would grumble, a rough pet to his ears when he'd ask where he came from. I didn't read the papers when I got you, chucked em' after, you know this boy, now did you clean the silage chopper? Good boy.
And life was good. Dennis didn't go to school with his brothers, but that's okay because he had farm work. And he went to church and all, but he didn't think the pastor like him much. But none of that mattered when he could run through the fields and wrestle until his clothes were caked in mud and shake his head like a pup to make his brothers and his ma laugh when he got hosed down.
But then life went on around Dennis. It seemed to happen to everyone else but him. He stayed in that corn field, with the same evening glow, and the same rolling clouds and endless sky, and the same breeze rustling the leaves around him. The only difference is that he grew taller too with the corn.
So Elijah left for college, and Peter married Jessica and had a little boy first and then a girl soon after, and Isaac married too, Lydia, who struggled with her twins so much that his ma was over at their house most of the time. Elijah came home and had a joint marriage with Noah, both their wives city girls who turned their hand to farm life, chasing an ideal Dennis isn't sure exists. But, well, who is he to comment really? Peter and Isaac both adopted hybrids of their own too, encouraged by their ma.
They make such good playmates for the children.
Dennis had swallowed hard at that. He was only twenty two, but the cracks that had started developing with Elijah left were eroding into canons now. Dennis was not the same. He would never have a wife and kids. He never belonged on that path. He was the thing brought into that life as an accessory to it.
And that was fine too!
He belonged, or so he thought, on the farm with pa. He was good at what he did, and he enjoyed it- even if he missed being silly and playful. Pa had got so serious, the more the years rolled by. Dennis was hardly ever told he was good anymore.
And Noah and Isaac went and bought the farm land next to their pa's and what seemed like a good idea at the time was followed by a spout of bad luck and bad weather and then both his pa's and his brothers land yielded much less than they needed. Dennis, then, was a burden. He was another mouth to feed- no matter how much he tried to help. His pa sold as much as he could, old equipment, furniture, clothes.
So when, at the incredibly late age of 25 Dennis had fallen sick, confined to his room for a week of blood and sweat and tears, he'd emerged as a whimpering newly presented omega. Was it any surprise then, really, that his p- no- his owner, had sold him too?
Jack slides Dennis' t-shirt over his head and his nipples perk up at the change in temperature. He squeaks into Robby's mouth where he's re-attached himself as soon as possible after he was rudely pulled away.
Fuck- Dennis hopes they want to keep him. He hopes so badly they want to keep him because if he feels this good already? If this is only the first day he hopes that this is good for them too. He desperately wants to be good.
"Please- oh my- Jack- Jackkk." Dennis whines into Robby's mouth as Jack teases at his nipples.
"What pup?" He sucks a mark into Dennis' shoulder.
"T-touch me."
"He is touching you puppy." Robby laughs.
"He said- earlier he said-" He gets cut off with a gasp when Jack pinches a little harder.
His cock hurts from how hard he is now and he's pretty sure he's leaking slick from his cunt all over their bed. Hopefully they'll be okay with that- Dennis wants it to smell like him, but he's always found people to be slightly more concerned with stuff like that than hybrids, and he's learnt when to keep his mouth shut. Like… sure he would let them cum into the fabric of the blanket on his dog bed but he guesses that would be weird or something… whatever.
"What did he say? Was he mean? Hmm? Was Jack mean to the little puppy?"
Jack scoffs-,"I wasn't mean-"
"Shh, you wanted a pup who could talk let him talk Jack."
"He said that if I liked the kissing you would suck my cock."
Jack barks out a laugh, pressing his face into the crook of Dennis' neck and giggling while Robby raises a perfectly immaculate eyebrow. "Did he now?"
"You do love sucking cock brother."
Robby moves to slip his shorts down his legs and off the side of the bed, grumbling, "I thought the point of this was to have someone suck our cocks Jack."
A chill runs up Dennis' spine. "Oh… oh I can do that! Sorry I didn't-
"Shh pup, he's only kidding. Just teasing pup. He'll suck your cock." Jack pets at his ears and eases him to sit propped up slightly at the top of the bed. "See one, do one, teach one- right Mike? How's the pup gonna know what to do if he's never had one before."
Jack settles beside him as Robby nods and presses a kiss to his forehead.
"Look at him Michael, leaking into his little panties just from some kissin'."
Dennis isn't sure how to explain the feeling that came over him when he first say Robby yesterday in the shop, except that it felt right.
Lots of people, in all the shops he'd been passed around in, had been interested when they'd learnt he was a virgin. Some of them breeders, which made Dennis shudder. He'd have gone, of course, if one of them had paid his pa's ridiculous asking fee. But, rather petulantly, he didn't wanna. Some of them had turned away when they'd heard him speak, so he'd learnt not to before he was asked. Some of their hands in his ears made him cringe. Some of them looked at him in ways that made him want to curl up into a little ball. Some had curled away from him when he got overly excited or was too eager.
Robby was different though. Robby was attractive and he wanted the man to come closer, to like him, to touch and pet him. Dennis could count on one hand the number of times he wanted that since leaving Nebraska. He liked the way Robby's smile lit up his face, and the way his eyes crinkled with warmth. And the way his hand felt so big against Dennis' head, and the way he talked- and and and-
He liked too, that Robby liked him and his wiggle and excitement, even before he learnt what Dennis was. Like he liked Dennis not the list of things on the paper.
Then when he'd stepped aside and Jack took his place, Dennis felt the swooping of his stomach all over again, and this time he felt it between his legs too.
He feels it now, as Jack trails a hand down his stomach, but dialled up to one hundred. He wriggles and squirms.
"How u feeling Dennis? Wanna pause or-"
Dennis can't help the rumbly little growl that builds in his throat at the idea of stopping. Stopping? He can't stop now! Jack's hand is so close.
"Oh boy, I'm gonna have so much fun with you kid." Jack laughs, toying with the waistband of his briefs. "I think he wants to carry on Mike."
"If he does he can use his big boy words. First time and all."
"Please!" He huffs, then remembers himself, forcing himself sweet. "Please Robby, I really wanna carry on please. You don't have to- can I just- I wanna do-"
"Okay puppy, okay. We've got you don't worry."
The briefs slip down his thighs, Robby taking one of his legs out before shoving between his legs and propping his heels up near his head. His white socked feet bounce over his shoulders. Robby leaves the briefs dangling off of one of his feet, and Jack groans at the sight, palming his cock through his plaid pyjama bottoms.
Then, all logic leaves his brain because there's a hand on his cock pumping once, twice, and then warmth.
Dennis screams, the sound caught in Jack's mouth as he takes it all and mixes it with his own moans, hand roaming Dennis' chest like he's on the prowl.
"Oh that's good puppy! Does that feel good?" Jack mumbles against his lips, pulling back to look at Robby's mouth enveloping his cock. Dennis isn't small like some omegas, but he easily fits whole in Robby's mouth and the sensation makes tears prick at the corners of his eyes.
Dennis nods frantically, head slipping back and tongue involuntarily slipping out as he pants. Jack slides two fingers into his mouth and Dennis sucks, hollowing his cheeks to match Robby.
"Such a good boy for us look at you, yeah puppy, yeah!" Jack coos like he would a real dog doing a trick for his owner, his own hand speeding up.
It's hardly no time at all before Dennis feels himself clenching up, muscles tightening, he tries to tell Jack but the fingers are in his way!! So he can't warn Robby at all before he's coming straight into his mouth. He would apologise, but unfortunately Dennis feels every part of his mind transcend to a higher plane of existence where all he can feel is the curling of his toes and the panting whines from his own throat in his ears.
It's the best feeling he's ever felt in his life.
He feels himself being moved, but he's all soupy and blissed out, so he just lets it happen, boneless and overcome with happiness. He's placed on someone's chest, broad muscles and bare skin and warmth. And oh that's so nice. He likes that a lot. Dennis wants to live inside of that warmth, so he nuzzles his cheek into the chest and gets a pat to his head.
"Hey puppy, little one. Kid are you back online yet?" Someone whispers into his ear, a hand running up and down his back soothingly.
No, Dennis thinks, grinning at the idea of teasing but his brain to mouth connection isn't working. Stupid brain. He yips tiredly instead. All this orgasm stuff is hard work for a pup, don't they know! They can't expect him to make words yet!
"How you feeling? You up for Michael playing with your little pussy Dennis?" He bites at Dennis' earlobe.
Dennis yips with a little more feeling and bites down playfully, growling playfully as he scrapes his teeth against the freckled skin under his tongue.
With his assent, he's shifted down a little, Jack's cock- naked… when did he get naked? Did Dennis miss that? No! He wanted to see!!! He squirms to try and see but he's held down with a quick stay still Dens. Then a second later, Dennis, buddy, settle. He whines and is about to try and find words, because this isn't fair when a quick swipe through his pussy makes him freeze.
"Oh I think the puppy liked that- do it again." The hand between his legs returns, and this time Dennis wriggles for an entirely different reason. "Yeah he really likes that. Like feeling Mikey play with your pussy Den? Want his fingers inside of you- do you? Hmm? Do you buddy?"
Dennis whines, his tail wagging frantically before Robby gets a hand on it- pulls it upwards in a way that had Dennis arching his back and grinding his stomach into Jack's cock, and then there's a finger in his pussy!!!
Robby starts slow, which Dennis can't tell if he's happy for or if it's an act personally chosen to drive him insane. Either way, it feels so so good that he can't help rocking back on the hand and rubbing himself on Jack until a second finger is added. He babbles out a thank you, and then gets a third for his trouble. They curl up inside of him and Dennis pants and huffs into Jack.
"Desperate little thing." Robby laughs, biting marks into his ass as he plays. "Want more Dens?"
"P-please." He whines.
He was expecting another finger, what he wasn't expecting is to feel the head of Robby's cock notch at the entrance of his cunt. And holy fuck this is so much better.
"Just the tip pup, gotta see if you like it first." Jack says, but his voice is all curled around a smile, which- if Dennis has any brain left- would have made him nervous in the best way. He whines pitifully. He doesn't want that he wants it all! "Oi, hush with that pup, you'll take what we give you okay? We know what's best for you Den, gotta let us work your pussy up to it."
Robby slowly pushes in, the stretch not too bad after his fingers and the way Dennis' pussy is dripping for them. It still feels, feels all full, in a way the fingers didn't.
"More!" He demands instantly, but Robby moves back.
Back???? That isn't what Dennis asked for! He paws clumsily behind him until Jack grabs his hand and brings it back to his chest.
Robby slips the tip back in, then out again, then in- and Dennis knows- he just knows that its not enough!!
He whimpers, pitiful and turns his big wet eyes up at Jack.
"Oh pup." He flicks Dennis' pouting lower lip. "What's up buttercup? Do you not like it? Mike I don't think he likes it."
Dennis growls. No! He leans forward and nips at Jack's fingers, playfully until Jack doesn't do anything, and then a little harder. He feels Jack's cock twitch this time.
"Dens honey do you want to stop?" Robby teases, slipping just a little more in. "It might be too much for his first time Jack, you know how sensitive little pups are. Maybe we should let him have a nap and-"
Dennis has had enough with both of them. He growls again, spitting Jack's fingers out his mouth and shouting, "no!" before pushing back as hard as he can towards Robby. He gets maybe an inch more inside of him- success! But it's still not enough.
Thankfully Robby relents with a okay puppy, we got you, relax, biggggg stretch puppy. And then Robby's whole cock slides into him, filling him in ways he didn't even realise he could be filled. He feels it in his throat.
He was wrong, earlier, this- this- is the best feeling he's ever felt.
"Please please please-" he starts to babble, but it quickly gets turned into a concoction of huffs and whines and yips as Robby grips his hips and starts slowly thrusting, picking up in speed until he's jolting Dennis up against Jack with every snap of his hips.
"Yeah- yeah that's- fuck pup- that's it." Jack reaches around and pulls at his tail and Dennis yelps, teeth digging into Jack's chest again. The hand moves to his hair. "Close pup, kiss me."
When Jack cums he does so with a shout, biting at Dennis' lower lip, then his shoulder, and then his earlobe as he rides himself through it, using the momentum of Dennis' jolted body from the rhythm Robby sets.
Meanwhile Dennis is letting out little 'uh-uh-uh' noises as Robby snaps his hips into him. It's heaven. He doesn't think it can get any better but then it does when he's suddenly pressed between the two bodies properly. When he looks up, it's to the sight of the two men kissing, tongues tangling as they pant and moan into each others mouths and fuck Dennis feels his pussy clench around Robby's cock and then he's cumming even harder than the first time.
"Did he just- did he just cum because we kissed?" Jack's incredulous voice makes him shake, cheeks burning, but Robby just snaps his hips harder.
"Fuck, fuck Jack he did. Good pup- good- fuck- good- I'm close."
"Go on baby, fuck him like you want to. Go on. He wants it don't you Den? Wanna be filled up with Robby's cum so it leaks out of you? Drips out of your little broken in pussy?"
Robby groans. "Your fucking mouth Jack. I love- I love you." And then he's holding Dennis hips steady for one last thrust. Buried flush to Dennis, he spills inside of him, the feeling of it settling so deep inside Dennis that he almost cums again, his pussy giving a weak fluttering attempt to milk Robby for all he's worth.
Floatily, he feels himself moved sideways and enveloped between the two men, safe and warm and the most content he's ever been in his life. He hears, distant like a dream, sweet praises, a hand stroking his ears and one on his tail, repeats of good boy and good puppy. And with Robby's cock still notched deep in him, Dennis lets a rumbly contented half-purr and succumbs to sleep.
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When Dennis wakes, he's still on Jack's chest- thank god, but he's empty again. Empty too, feels his neck where he feels they really should collar him, especially after that. The absence is… well… rude. For them to show him this and then take it away and leave him empty. No he- he needs- ah! Jack has a cock he could-
He leans back and looks down and yes! Score! Jack's cock is right there and he's even bigger than Robby. Thick even when it's not hard and Dennis wants it in him. He nudges Jack's shoulder, not taking his eyes off of it.
"Jack. Jack. Jackkkkkk wake up."
Jack doesn't open his eyes but he grumbles a sleepy, "what pup?"
"Can we go again? Please? Again please?" Dennis starts to vibrate as he comes around more, and Jack groans, throwing a hand over his face.
Loved the last episode of the second season with Carter missing his own graduation to keep his little liver transplant patient company.
She is so animated because i choose to believe this is after the transplant shenanigans😌 (Also added med school Jack because i could) #JohnCarter #ER #JackkAbbot
dennis left with an empty mind. to be fair, that’s usually how he left jack’s place.
it was…weird. he’d admit that to himself. he was a grown man with an MD who got treated like a dog a couple hours a week.
but it was nice. there was no thinking, no obligations, nothing besides his commands, his owner, and his pleasure.
jack sent him off with a kiss and a slap on the ass. he always paid for dennis’s uber back to his apartment. said he didn’t trust a dumb puppy on the bus alone. it made dennis float a little more.
trinity had to know there was something going on. dennis shook his head to try to surface a little, knowing she wanted to plan a grocery trip with him this afternoon. dennis would eat the same thing everyday if he could, trinity said that was too boring.
the uber driver looked at him funny as he handed a cash tip but dennis paid no mind to it. he walked into his apartment and trinity was on the couch folding laundry.
she looked up from her chore, “hey huckleb-what’s on your neck?”
dennis’s hand flew to his throat only to feel…leather and metal. jack had forgotten to unlock him. oh my god.
“i-uh-it…”
“dude are you wearing a collar?” trinity smirked, “you’re so much weirder than i thought.”
dennis flushed and looked down, wiggling his phone out of the pocket of his jeans. “i…i gotta call him to come unlock it.”
Jack knows that loving Robby---daring to confess his love for Robby--isn't enough to save him. Jack's been around too long, has seen too much, to think love is enough. If it were, there'd have been loved ones after loved ones with happier endings in the ED. Pills not taken. Weapons not discharged. Families intact.
But Jack also knows he can show up. He can help. Robby never has to ask, would never ask, (doesn't even see his own needs), but now that Jack's really paying attention, he does whatever he can to ease Robby's burdens, so all Robby has to focus on is the excruciating work of healing.
Robby's got a bunch of potted plants that are unattended and wilting. Jack lets himself into Robby's condo one afternoon while Robby's working and waters them. While he's there, he takes out the trash. The next week--because he's decided he's going to keep it up--he decides to throw in a load of laundry from Robby's overflowing laundry basket. Then decides he might as well do that every week, too.
It's easy enough to arrange a grocery delivery timed for Jack's visits, which also coincide with Robby's therapy days. Healthy, low-prep food. Fruit. Fresh soups. Just a few things that Jack thinks Robby will eat, and really, anything has to be better than the granola bars and take-out Robby typically subsists on. Jack stashes disposable plates and bowls and silverware on Robby's kitchen counter, so Robby doesn't have to worry about dishes.
He makes Robby's bed, turning down the corner of Robby's bedspread and leaving a water bottle on his nightstand. None of it feels like enough, but it's something.
Jack's visits go unmentioned for months, the routine second nature by the time Robby pulls him aside at handoff one night in mid-November. "I'll be home from therapy by five on Thursday. You can stay if you want. Eat some of the food you're overbuying for me."
Cheeks flushing at the acknowledgment of what's gone unacknowledged until now, and chest warming at the invite, Jack nods. He heads to Robby's that afternoon, makes sure there's food for two, and he stays.
Discourse in the omegaverse be like “is scuffing abusive” and Robby keeps his mouth shut when the pittlings’ decided yeah it’s archaic and disgusting because he’d have Jack scruff him every night if they had the time
When Robby peers into the bedroom, the sight nearly melts his fucking heart.
Jack is properly out like a light, head tilted back- not to the side- so his breath catches in soft little snores. The huffs of air catching Dennis' fur on his ears and making it flutter a little.
Dennis isn't asleep though, he's curled up around Jack but propped up on one elbow so he can peer at his sleeping face. Not that Robby blames him, he too has been enchanted one too many times by the softness that settles on the features of a sleeping Jack.
He leans against the doorframe and watches as Dennis' ears perk up at a particularly loud snore, tilting his head to the side and then back as his ears flop. He grins into his hand as he ties not to laugh, letting it go on for a while before Dennis lift his hand and looks like he's gonna touch Jack's face.
"Den," he whispers, low enough that Jack won't wake, and the boy freezes.
Slowly, he turns to Robby with a sheepish grin.
Robby nods his head up and back, and Dennis gently extricates himself from Jack, prying his sleeping hand away from his tail and padding over to Robby with a grin.
He puts a hand on Dennis' shoulder and leads him safely down the hallway before he asks, "what were you doing, hmm?"
Dennis yawns. "I woke up so was just watching him. He has freckles. I just wanted to touch one. Sorry."
"It's okay Den. Maybe we let him sleep a bit now though yeah? Wanna come hang out with me downstairs?"
"Yeah!"
"Good boy, come on then puppy."
Dennis flushes a wonderful pink and follows him without question downstairs. But when they get into the kitchen he starts to squirm, shifting on his little brand new socked feet.
"What's up pup?"
Dennis bites his lip, "do you wanna try it?"
"Try what?"
"The like, no-talking puppy stuff."
See, Michael knows that Jack thinks his desire to adopt a hybrid comes from the dog he nearly adopted as a child before his bubbe found it a new home with people who were much more equip to care for it. It had broken his little heart. He'd cried about it for days. He'd told Jack this story what- years ago- when they were both still fresh faced and laughing over beers, pretending not to be wildly attracted to each other. Jack's clearly remembered it, and when he pitched Robby the idea of adopting a hybrid together he'd seen the story reflected back at him in Jack's eyes.
Michael is happy to let him believe it.
Really though its all about devotion and control.
He loves Jack, more than anything, he'd be quite happy with Jack for the rest of their lives but …
It's just that he feels like his life is slipping by faster and faster, and he sees people die every single day, people with hopes and dreams and loves and untouched potential. People who probably never got to experience things in their lives that they wanted to try. Were too ashamed to try. Didn't have time to try before-
See, Michael has been thinking a lot about mortality since Adamson, in a way he knows scares Jack.
It's just that he doesn't want to die having never… it sounds stupid, even when he says it to himself. Having never fulfilled his fantasy of fucking a sweet omega hybrid? Fuck off Robinavitch. This is why, despite all Jack does to encourage him, he can't talk to Jack about this. Why he kept it not so successfully hidden from him for so long.
Worse, too, Michael thinks, because it's not even entirely sexual.
Devotion. Jack won't let him dote on him or baby him or coo and praise him. He'll try to an extent but that just isn't him, and Michael doesn't want to show his love to Jack that way. Not when he has a million better ways to show it that Jack is on board with. And Jack is devoted to him, too, but on a deeper level and sometimes… sometimes Michael lays in bed at night and thinks about what it would be like to have that in its base form.
The way a dog loves it's master. The way a hybrid might love him. The raw simplicity of it.
Devotion and-
This is why he can't just get a dog. Because it's also about control. And the control is sexual.
Michael is not unaware of his desire to take charge and lead. Would have been a piss poor career choice to go for the big job if he didn't. He, too, knows this desire has a tendency to leak like a dripping faucet into other aspects of his life.
In a way that sometimes makes him feel a little sick to his stomach, the way he wants to have a someone eat from the palm of his hand and squirm on his lap and tease them until they blink into subspace, all whiney and perfect and waiting with baited breath for his command. Jack bottoms, gets all bratty and desperate, but he never- he never just-
Michael loves the sex they have, the push and pull and the equality of it all. He'd be quite happy with Jack for the rest of his life. He would.
But as always Jack sees him, even when he doesn't want to be seen.
"Oh- " Robby stammers, cock twitching. "I think we should probably wait for Jack before we do anything um-"
Dennis flushes beet red and squirms. "Not that! Unless that's- I just meant- I guess I thought when it's gonna just be us that I would act like your puppy all the time even when were not doing sex stuff. Or?"
"I mean-" Robby rubs the back of his neck. "That is what I was thinking yeah."
Dennis nods, "Cool, yeah."
"Do you want to try it?"
He narrows his eyes as the kid avoids looking at him.
"I just…"
"You can tell me puppy, it's okay."
"I just don't want to mess up? Like maybe we do a trial run where- where I can still ask questions and you can tell me if you want something different. I want to be good."
Robby frowns, "puppy you are go-"
"I'm not though. I know I'm not. I was- sometimes I wish I was one of the hybrids who couldn't talk and then I wouldn't be so much trouble and everything would be simpler. I got in trouble a lot growing up Robby, I know I'm not good."
As he speaks, Dennis' ears slowly fold back against his head, and Robby's heart breaks for him. Maybe this is what Jack meant when he said he wanted a rescue. Maybe he knew that Robby's bleeding heart would have no defence against this.
"Okay pup, come on, lets go sit on the couch and have a little chat."
Dennis' ears flatten fully, and he follows Robby to the couch like he's walking to his own grave.
He sits the pup over his lap so his lets stretch across the cushions and runs a soothing hand through his hair and ears until the kid calms down a little.
"Dens, listen to me okay? This is all super fun and exciting right? But it's also new for all of us. Theres going to be stuff we don't get right, or we try and don't like, and all three of us can change our minds at any time yeah? That doesn't make us bad. Me and Jack, well we'd prefer if you didn't throw our things about, break our plates and glasses, chew on our furniture or pee on our clothes-"
Dennis takes the bait. "I would never do that."
"I know Dens, because you're such a good boy right?" He ruffles Dennis' hair. "Heres what I'm thinking, which mind you puppy, might change when we start doing this because I've never lived with a hybrid before either- what I'm thinking is that it would be really nice to come home to you baby, to give you a little cuddle and maybe play a little, actually play, make some dinner and we both eat- maybe I can feed you little bits and you can sit by me and take it from my fingers, cuddle up with me while we watch TV or I do admin work on my laptop, if you need anything you can paw at me or whine or bark and maybe it could be a fun little game for us both to figure out what you need? I want to give you what you need Dens. We can talk about the sexual stuff later with Jack but… none of that means you can't speak if you want to, or need to. I'm not- this isn't- I don't want that. I want you to want to be like that with me, it won't work if you don't and that's okay too. Is that something you… want?"
Dennis chews on his bottom lip. "Yeah, I really… I really want to try that. That sounds like… really good to me Robby."
"Yeah puppy?"
"Yeah. I was- I meant what I said before, I really like just being more like a proper hybrid? It's nice not to think simple sometimes."
Like a dumb little pup. He thinks, but doesn't say yet.
"Still wanna try it out? A little hybrid-" He waggles his eyebrows and Dennis puffs out a laugh, "-approach? How about until Jack wakes up, we give it a go and if you have any questions just speak up pup, and if either of us don't like anything we just say. A little trial run?"
"Could we-" Dennis stops again, and Robby waits patiently until he finds his words. "-maybe we could like. You've just adopted me right? We could play like you're- like I am one of the hybrids without speech capacity? For a little bit."
~
"Now puppy-"
Dennis is knelt in his kitchen, sat back on his heels and blinking up at Robby with the most adoring face he's ever seen, ears fully pricked up and waiting.
"- you've been a very good boy so far. I know you're desperate to explore, but if you keep being such a good boy for me I promise I'll give you a treat, would you like that hmm? Would you like that Dens?"
Dennis whines, following it up with a little excited yip as his tail swishes so hard it wiggles his body, just like at the store.
Robby feels like he's gonna fucking pass out. He feels like he's on the precipice of getting everything he's ever fucking wanted and he's not sure what he's done to deserve it. Like on his birthday, when his bubbe would hand him his carefully wrapped present and for a second before he unwrapped it, it could be any of the things he'd been too shy to hint at, because he wouldn't want to be trouble.
"Good boy. Here, you can have one now for sitting so good." The wiggles increase, and Dennis opens his mouth and carefully slips out his tongue.
His cock twitches as he places the gummy bear into Dennis' mouth, waiting until he closes and sucks at his fingers a little before pulling back. Dennis hums happily.
"That nice?" He ruffles Dennis' ears. "Come on let me show you the living room."
Because he hasn't got his collar on yet- Michael thought best to wait for Jack- he slows his walk and drops his hand to play with Dennis' hair as he crawls besides him. When they make it through, Dennis looks to the dog bed, back to Robby, then back the bed and lets out these puffy excited whining noises.
"Now what's all that about pup? Hmm? So dramatic. Go on then, go try your new bed."
Dennis yips and tumbles into it, rolling around and stretching and rubbing his face all over it. Scent is important for omega hybrids, Robby has read, especially dog-hybrids. So he comes over and plays with his boy, ruffling his ears and roughhousing him a little until he hopes both of their scents are on the fabric. Right up until Dennis gets real squirmy, rubbing his legs together and-
Ohhhh.
Robby narrows his eyes.
"Puppy are you getting excited?"
Dennis whines pitifully, looking up at Robby with big pitiful eyes.
"No puppy, we can't-" He's interrupted by a louder whine and the spreading of legs. "Dens, no. We have to wait for Jack."
Dennis pouts, looking ridiculously human when he does, and Robby is helpless to the laugh that bubbles out of him.
"Come sit between my legs like a good pup and you can have a treat."
Dennis contemplates this, but ultimately gives in and nods. Lovely.
"Okay pup stay- that's right, good boy, stay there-" he makes his way to the sofa and sits. "Okayyy- come! Come boy!"
And like a dream Dennis does, scrambling to him and nudging apart his legs to be able to sit on the floor between them, balancing his head on Robby's knee and peering up at him while his tail hits Robby's shin with each wag. He parts his little mouth, and FUCK does Robby wish the treat he could give him is his cock. Instead, he slips in another gummybear- green this time.
"A little treat for a good little boy. Now, see this?" He points to the couch. "You're only allowed up here when we- me or Jack- say okay puppy?"
Dennis pauses, blinking a little as he comes to. With two fingers he taps on Robby's knee and gently says his name. When Robby gives him the obvious all clear, he asks, "is that all the time? Or just when I'm like this?"
"Oh- oh just when you're like this. It's- we don't have to-"
"No I think its fun, I was just wonderin' is all."
"Okay then, sure, just when you're like this. I doubt Jack will do the same when its just you to though."
Dennis nods, and then gives a little huff of a bark, butting his head against Robby's knee.
"Okay, because it's new you can come up puppy, come on up you get, that's it, want to cuddle on my lap? Up puppy! Oh that's a god boy here have another treat."
Dennis hums happily around Robby's fingers, his tongue- slightly rougher than a humans- wiggles between Robby's fingers.
"Aren't you just the sweetest thing." He coos, pressing a kiss to Dennis' forehead and letting Dennis' suck on his fingers.
~
"Well, isn't this a lovely sight?" Jack mumbles from the doorway, his sleep soft eyes crinking when he yawns, ending it in a smile.
"Jack!" Dennis yips, completely forgetting, it seems, his promise to be quiet and trying to wiggle out of Robby's hold. He lets him, watching with delight as he bounds over to Jack and nearly knocks him sideways with the force at which he goes in for a hug.
Jack lets out a big old man huff.
"Woke up to see you'd snook out on me." He mumbles as he presses a kiss into the kids curls.
"Robby came and got me." Dennis says, snitch.
"Did he now?" He looks up at Jack, but Jack's eyes are filled to be brim with fondness. "Hope you didn't get up to too much fun without me?""
"Well," he drawls, watching Dennis tense up in Jack's arms. "He did get extra squirmy playing about in his little bed, but he was a good boy and waited for you."
"Oh really? Well I think we should reward such good behaviour don't you Robby?
He laughs, "oh yeah, start that positive reinforcement early!"
