short filthy hucklerabbot under the cut because it wouldn’t leave my brain. probably wildly OOC but i wrote this in about ten minutes so
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“Mouse?” Dennis hears Jack call from the living room. He’s ass deep in old case studies because he’s an absolute nerd, but he knows better than not to come when he’s called. He pushes them away, a little grateful for the interruption, and rolls off the bed, stretching his arms above his head as he goes until his shoulders give a satisfying crack.
Jack is half watching an old Penguins game, clearly a little bit asleep. He looks at Dennis over the top of the glasses he wears while he watches tv and drives, then looks between his own spread-wide legs pointedly. Ooh, fun.
Dennis drops down obediently, knees making a dull thud on the plush carpet. He smooths his hands up Jack’s thighs but is halted by a click of Jack’s tongue. He tilts his head a little, but otherwise remains still and silent.
“Can you do me a favor, mouse? If I give you something, can you go give it to your daddy for me?”
Dennis grins and flexes his hands on Jack’s thighs, fluttering his lashes a little just to be an asshole. He does like being useful. “‘Course,” he says, slow and purposefully flirty.
“Knew you would. Our good boy.”
The praise makes him feel sweet and pliant. He’s not sure what he should be expecting, doesn’t know whether he should hold out his hands or what. It’s a surprise when one of Jack’s hands darts out lightning fast and takes a mean hold of his chin, pressing in on his cheeks until his mouth drops open.
“Your daddy is workin’ real hard and I think he deserves a little distraction. You be a good boy and go give this to him.” Jack leans forward and, with little preamble, spits directly onto Dennis’s waiting tongue. Dennis can’t help but gasp and he almost swallows on reflex but stops himself just in time. “Show me,” Jack says, low and demanding.
Dennis lets his tongue just barely hang out of his mouth, letting the spit bubble there for Jack to admire. He clearly does, leans back and palms himself over his sweats. “My sweet mouse,” he says, almost absentminded. “Go on, up you get.”
Dennis is a little wobbly but uses his grip on Jack’s thighs to lever himself to standing. He’s flushed and mostly hard and this has just become a very interesting afternoon.
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