Once a month, the Jewish Community Center had a free clinic for senior citizens. Robby was in their rotation of doctors; it was easy work and he liked helping his community, even if he wasn't exactly the most devout these days. That was where he met Nellie.
She had brought in her grandmother, a kind old woman with type two diabetes and high blood pressure. When he had finished her check-up, Nellie had slipped him her number. He had no reason not to call: she was pretty, smart, not a coworker of his, and loved her grandmother very much. As a Bubbe's boy himself, he appreciated that. They'd been dating for two weeks and it had been going pretty well.
It was a rare, much appreciated day off. Robby was at the kitchen table, drinking his coffee and working on the crossword when his phone rang. He wasn't really in the mood to talk as he had not had his breakfast yet, but he picked up regardless.
"How's your morning, Nel?" He asked, only half paying attention as he filled in 23 across: Four time NBA MVP.
"Oh, is it Nellie?" Jack asked by the stove. Then he called out "Hi, Nellie!"
"What's Jack doing there?" She asked.
It was a pointless question in Robby's book. Why wouldn't Jack be there? He continued his crossword, still focusing more on it than the phone call. "Making breakfast. Jack makes breakfast, I make dinner, and we trade off who makes lunch."
"You... trade off." She said slowly, like taking turns was a strange thing. Then again, she was an only child. Except Robby was also an only child so maybe that wasn't a particularly good excuse.
"Of course, it's only fair."
"And you don't think that's weird?" Her voice had taken on a peculiar note, but nothing alarming. He decided to ignore it.
"Why would it be weird? We also trade off who does laundry." Jack was giving him a puzzled look, but he waved him off.
"Robby, I thought you live alone."
"I do." He drew the final syllable out, not really understanding what the problem was.
"Then why are you doing each other's laundry?" Okay, the peculiar tone was something to take note of. He set down his pencil to focus on the call.
"We have busy lives! It's just easier to do them all together!"
It was easier to do it all together. They had come up with the plan during a week when both of them ran out of laundry at once; they had procrastinated it to a point of untenability and a better system had to be found. That better system was taking turns where one of them did both of their laundry. They might be willing to neglect their own needs, but they would never be able to neglect the other's.
"Okay," Nellie sounded like she was trying so hard to be patient. "How does the cooking schedule work if- for example- Jack's working that night?"
"I stop at his house on the way home and it will be waiting in the microwave. Same thing when I'm working, he stops by my house and I'll have his dinner waiting for him."
It was a good system, for the same reason as the laundry. Admittedly, it did mean that Robby often had breakfast for dinner and dinner for breakfast, but Robby was fundamentally incapable of cooking eggs, while breakfast was Jack's specialty. Once you got used to it, it wasn't so weird, and on Robby's day off, he got to eat breakfast with Jack. 100% worth it.
"How far apart do you live?"
"Just 20 minutes away. Nothing crazy."
"Just... 20 minutes..." She sounded like she was barely holding onto her sanity by her fingertips.
"We're planning on moving closer but we just haven't found the right place yet." Robby explained. It had been surprisingly difficult, finding a place they could both agree on.
"Have you considered moving in with each other?"
"Of course, but we decided against it. You know, two 50 year old men living together, when they can both afford to live alone- it gives the wrong impression."
"Yeah, that gives the wrong impression," she snarked. Robby really didn’t know what the issue was. "So let me get this straight. You drive 40 minutes out of you way every single day to eat someone else's leftovers."
"Well, not every day." They weren't crazy. "We sleep over pretty regularly." Honestly, an understatement. They slept over most days unless one of them had a pressing obligation.
"Robby, I know you don't have a guest room. Do you make Jack sleep on the couch?" And there again, she sounded like her sanity was almost out of her grip. Robby didn’t really get why.
"No, we usually just share a bed. You've seen my bed, it's more than big enough." He wasn't cruel enough to make Jack sleep on his piece of shit couch when he had a nice, comfy California king in the bedroom. That would just be rude.
"You know what? I gotta go. This was... very enlightening."
Nellie hung up and Jack and Robby exchanged a perplexed look.
"What was that about?" Jack asked, carefully flipping the omelet he had been working on onto a plate.
"I have no idea," Robby said, returning to his crossword. "Northern Italian city known for it's cheese? Five letters."
"Parma," Jack answered as he served them both. "Now eat up, we have to leave for the farmer's market soon or all the good focaccia will be taken."
Dennis started his rotation in emergency medicine tomorrow and he needed to have a good night’s sleep. Which is why he found himself in a bar a short walk from the hospital, he wasn’t going to get the rest he needed in his crappy hospital bed so he needed to find another bed for the night. Sure, it wasn’t the healthiest way of securing a decent bed but it worked for him.
He usually went older, guys his age had similar sleeping situation to him, bare mattresses and lumpy pillows. But older men meant stable, meant money. Older men meant town houses, a solid bed frame and a comfy mattress. They also knew what they were doing better which meant Dennis got to enjoy himself before his lovely sleep.
He scanned the bar as the sound of some soft rock drowned out the voice next to him, he was too young for Dennis’s taste anyway so it really didn’t matter what he was saying. He perked up when he saw a man leaning his head heavily on his hands as he nursed a scotch at the end of the bar.
“Hey.” Dennis said, coming to stand next to him. The man jumped slightly at the voice, obviously used to drowning his sorrows alone in the dark corner of the bar.
“Hi.” He smiled back politely, it wasn’t exactly an invitation but it wasn’t a flat-out rejection, he could work with that.
“I’m Dennis.” He introduced.
“Michael.”
“Can I buy you a drink?”
“I already have one.” He said, lifting his glass to reiterate his point.
“Okay, you can buy me one then.” Dennis offered which earnt him a laugh from Michael – definitely an invitation. He pulled himself up onto the barstool besides Michael’s.
“Why are you here all by yourself?” He asked, flagging down the bar tender for a drink.
“Just wanted to quietly unwind before heading home.” He said, Dennis might have been joking but Michael paid for his drink when it arrived. He was silently relieved because he wasn’t confident that his card wouldn’t be declined if he’d tried.
“I hear bars are the perfect place for peace and quiet.” He teased.
“Eh, I was doing fine until this little, eager puppy turned up.” He smirked.
“I’ve been called worse.” He shrugged, turning around in his chair so that his knee brushed against Michael. The other man didn’t make any attempt to pull back so Dennis took that as a positive.
Dennis took a large sip of his drink, he wasn’t really planning to spend much longer in the bar but he wasn’t going to waste a free drink. Boldy, Dennis placed his hand on Michael’s thigh, high enough that it made his intentions very clear.
“Maybe we should head somewhere more peaceful.” Dennis suggested with an innocent tilt of his head, his hand slowly moving up Michael’s thigh.
“Oh yeah? And where did you have in mind?”
“Your place?” Michael let his gaze drift over Dennis’s body, really taking him in for the first time since he sat next to him.
“Drink up.” Michael said, knocking back the last of his scotch.
~~~
The bar’s lighting had not done Michael enough justice, he was stunning. Dennis could get lost in his deep, brown eyes. His smile was sexy and endearing all at the same time. The grey in his beard made him look distinguished, like that attractive professor you knew you shouldn’t fancy. He had a bit of a dad bod but Dennis couldn’t wait to get his hands on it.
“Can I get you anything? Drink? Snack?” Michael asked as he led them into the living room. Dennis smiled at how sweet and gentlemanly he was, when really Dennis was just here for a good fuck and a good night’s sleep.
“There’s something else I want.” Dennis said, hooking his finger around Michael’s belt and pulling him closer.
Once they were chest to chest, Dennis rose up onto his toes. He wasn’t quite tall enough but Michael closed the distance between them. It was one of the sweetest kisses Dennis had ever had. Usually, on nights like this, the kisses were all teeth and tearing clothes, if they even kissed at all. But Michael didn’t rush him, didn’t force his tongue into his mouth. He kissed him gently, cupping his face and gently stroking his cheek. If Dennis let himself, he could get used to this kind of tender touch.
“Shall we take this upstairs?” Michael whispered against his lips.
“Lead the way.” He kissed Michael one last time before he took his hand and walked towards the stairs.
Dennis let himself be guided, noting the bedroom that they completely bypassed. It was unfair really, there were single men out here with an empty second bedroom while he was forced to sleep in shelters or abandoned hospital floors.
As soon as they entered Michael’s bedroom, Dennis felt himself being swept into Michael’s arms. His kisses much more desperate and intense than they had been downstairs. Dennis tugged at the bottom of his shirt, Michael pulling away enough to rid the both of their shirts before kissing him again. Dennis let his hands roam over Michael’s chest, loving the feel of the coarse hair under his fingers.
He drifted lower and pulled at his belt for a second time that night, Michael kissed and bit at his neck as he undid the buckle and pushed his trousers to ground. Michael kicked them to the side and then hooked his hands underneath Dennis’s thighs.
Dennis knew he was slightly underweight currently, lack of food was taking its toll on his body, but that didn’t stop it from being unbelievably sexy when Michael effortlessly lifted him off the ground.
He walked backwards until they both dropped onto the bed with a small bounce, in this position Dennis could feel Michael’s cock against him. He couldn’t stop his hips grinding against the hardness. Michael swung them around so he was resting against the pillows, Dennis desperately scrambled out of his remaining clothes.
He hated the barrier of Michael’s boxers stopping them having skin to skin contact but the hand coming to wrap around his cock made it more bearable.
“God, Michael.” He moaned, his hips still bucking against his lap and causing him to fuck up into Michael’s hand.
Dennis wasn’t sure when he’d done it, but suddenly there was a wet, lubed finger against his hole. Not pushing in, just teasing and caressing.
“This okay, baby?” Michael asked, looking up at the man helplessly writhing in his lap.
“Yes, please.” He begged.
Michael pushed his finger inside and Dennis cried out at the overwhelming sensations. He never gets spoilt like this, usually just a quick bit of foreplay before the main event. But the way Michael watched him it was clear he was happy to just give if it meant Dennis would feel good.
Another finger joined, or maybe it was two. Dennis couldn’t tell but the stretch felt incredible, those thick fingers thrusting into him and making him see stars.
“Oh my god!” He gasped, Michael smirked at his reaction and brushed his fingers against that spot again.
“Feel good?” He cooed as Dennis helplessly nodded. He was so close but he didn’t want this to finish too early.
“Mich… Ah… Stop… I’m gonna come.” His hips started stuttering slightly.
“That’s kind of the whole point baby.” He laughed.
“But… you… fuck…” He moaned out the last word slowly as his cock twitched, spurting between them and coating both their chests in his release.
Barely pausing for a breath, Dennis surged forward and kissed Michael, panting heavily as he reached down to cup his cock through his boxer. He felt so thick and hot through the material that Dennis moaned at the thought of him.
“I need it, I need you inside me.” He begged, tugging at Michael’s boxers. He was still sensitive from his first orgasm but he needed Michael now.
“Dennis, baby, calm down.” He laughed, lifting his hips for Dennis to yank the offending article of clothing off. He threw them somewhere over his shoulder but he didn’t care, he needed to touch him.
Dennis grabbed his cock and started to move his hand up and down, thumb rubbing at the slit where precum had built. Dennis had never felt sexier, Michael was this hard and wet from just watching him writhe in his lap.
Suddenly a condom was being pressed into his other hand and Dennis wasted no time rolling it over Michael’s cock. He lifted up onto his knees and lined him up with his entrance, slowing sinking onto him and moaning the whole way down.
“Shit, that feels so good… so full… so big… fuck me…” Dennis babbled.
Michael listened to his command, holding Dennis by his thighs as he pulsed his hips up.
“Yes… just like that.” Dennis sighed. The sound of skin on skin filled the room along with a medley of pants and gasps. Dennis gripped the headboard behind Michael’s head, using it as leverage as he bounced up and down on Michael’s cock. A thin layer of sweat coated both their bodies, Michael looked even more attractive glistening underneath him.
“Oh, to be young again.” Michael teased as he wrapped his hand around Dennis hardening cock.
It all felt too good, too amazing, too overwhelming that Dennis couldn’t even muster up a response. He just groaned as Michael stroked his cock again, constantly hitting that spot inside him that made his nerves light up.
Dennis let go of the headboard and thread his fingers through Michael’s hair, gripping tightly and he cried out.
“That’s it, Dennis, come for me.” Michael panted.
Dennis came again, his release joining the other on his chest. His insides fluttered and caressed Michael’s cock as he orgasmed. Michael swore as he slammed his hips up and came hard inside him. Dennis body spasmed with the aftershock as Michael held onto him tight enough to bruise.
Dennis collapsed to one side, lying on his back and panting harshly as he started at the ceiling. He nearly jumped out his skin when he felt a wet flannel cleaning him up and a soft kiss being pressed into his forehead, he hadn’t even noticed him leave the room. Dennis had never been treated so well, and unfortunately, he doubted he would be again. Michael really was a rare find.
“I need to leave early.” Michael warned as he came to lie besides Dennis.
“That’s fine.” Dennis sighed sleepily, he knew this was Michael’s way of getting him out the house but he was too comfortable and stubborn to leave. “I’ve got to leave for work at five anyway.”
It was not necessarily the truth but he’d need to stop by the gym to wash off the scent of sex and sweat from his skin. He could hardly turn up on first day of his rotation looking like he’d spent the night getting ravished.
Clearly accepting his excuse, Michael shut off the light. Dennis had to smile to himself as Michael allowed himself to be spooned. It was a shame they’d go their separate ways tomorrow morning and their paths would never cross again.
~~~
Dennis walked through the ER with a group of new doctors, it was nice not to be starting by himself. He felt refreshed this morning and confident he would do a good job, last night really had done wonders for him.
As he turned the corner he felt his stomach drop, he knew that face.
“We have some new faces with us this morning.”
He knew that voice.
Dennis just desperately stared down at his feet, as if it would magically make him invisible. Michael continued to speak but Dennis couldn’t hear him over the rushing in his ears.
“Uh.” He stumbled when he realised it was his turn to speak. “Dennis Whitaker, MS4.”
He awkwardly smiled, because what else could he do? He had to be professional despite the fact that there was a hickey on his neck that the attending in front of him have given him. Finger prints bruised into his skin as the man had held on as he came. A slight limp in his step because last night he had had the best of his life and it turned out to have been with his new boss.
the rabbot angst is so insane like that would not be an easy relationship. I knowww they both have crazy anxious avoidant attachment styles.
robby who wants to cling closer to jack because he's so desperate for him to stay, wants to know where he is at all times, if he secretly hates him. robby who can't stop thinking about leaving first, because if he leaves, he can't be left. not again.
jack who's been so lonely for so long without his wife, and couldn't bear the grief of losing another partner, so he's checking in with robby every half hour. unable to sleep at night, pressing his fingers to robby's pulse. are you still here. are you still alive. jack who's also terrified of letting himself be this close to someone because of his grief. because he really, really can't go through that again.
