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.
baby bisexual victoria javadi humps her pillow at night when she gets home from a long shift. she’s usually too tired to even take her panties off but she’s so worked up after hours of being around gorgeous older doctors and nurses.
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 :((
gay jack abbot, whose father forced him to join the army after he caught jack with a boy, and who served under DADT and bi robby who watched friends die from aids, finding joy and so much hope in their queer little pittlings
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.
Late Nights at Trinity’s apartment had become a staple of their relationship.
Whether it was after a long shift or a night out with friends or just a random Tuesday, Yolanda would find herself seated on the floor of the quaint apartment. Her pajama collection had mixed in Trinity’s at some point.. as had more than half of her possessions.
They’d watch movies, adding their reviews to the letterboxd account they shared. Both having strong opinions, more often than not they would have a debate over the rating.
The small record collection that Trinity had grew as they were always stopping in secondhand shops, picking a random one to listen to that night while they cook or bake, loving to share cultural dishes with each other. Although they often get distracted dancing around the kitchen.
Trinity had taken up tarot readings and while Yolanda was more than happy to let her practice with her, it took them forever to convince Dennis.
It didn’t help that the first time he let Trinity read his cards, she gasped like something terrible was gonna happen just to tease him with something like “it says you gotta play that funky music white boy.”
Of course, they didn’t always tease Dennis. Many nights were spent sipping whatever beer or wine that they had on hand as he showed them how to play card games that he learned growing up.
Yolanda always wins and Trinity, ever the sore loser, thinks a kiss would make her feel better. So after a few rounds of cards, Dennis retreats to his bedroom, music turned up as the women have their fun in the living room.
Yes, clothes do end up scattered around the room. Yes, Dennis was horrified the first time he found a bra on the couch. Sorry buddy.
A lot has changed since Trinity began her internship at The Pitt. Her nights have become a whole lot brighter.
growing up religious and growing up the mama's boy means pressure to be good, be obedient, be easy, and Dennis just can't shake it. that need to be good. he feels sick, all the time, over it.
Dennis who needs to be good, needs to be what Robby wants, needs to be perfect and easy for him. Dennis who pleads please, please, wanna be good, need to be good, please, I'll be anything you want, anything at all, I'll do whatever you want, just please, please let me be good. I need to be good for you, wanna be good for you.
Robby who cradles his face, brown eyes molten and heartbroken on his behalf, thumbs petting his cheeks. Robby who tells him you are good, baby, you're already good. you don't have to prove yourself. you don't have to earn it. you are good. you are good. you're already everything. you don't need to jump through hoops, baby, I love you. I love you how you are. my good boy. you are good.