shenangians pt 2 (electric boogaloo)

not a sideblog because idk how that works second blog so i can do Whatever without fear

[omegashenangians]

"Intro" Post

I know there's side-blogs, but when I looked at those I felt like an old man so instead I made a Whole New account. Because that's a normal person thing to do.

Anyway, main account is oopshenangians! I

I want to explore writing more explicit work, but would like to do so on a new account as it's more comfortable for me that way... If that makes any sense.

[boookthief]

[alexisneverokay]

It’s 4 AM and I can’t stop thinking about album covers from rockstar robby au

WAIT OMG DID YOU DRAW THESE?????? THIS IS AMAZING???? holy moly this is fantastic!!

and this is *exactly* how the album covers look... never enough of dennis to identify him (until robby hard launches his boy), but always enough to tease and lure people in and really convey his level of obsession and lust towards dennis.

I never even thought of the one with dennis's hands all tied up but its perfect.. probably another one that that shops try to hide from customers, but that does record numbers nonetheless... the story behind whichever photoshoot robby set up for his boy there is probably a fun one too...

[crazyamoeba]

Pedigree omega hybrid AU part 2

Part 1 here

Jack goes back to find Dennis the next day, and he only feels minor guilt at doing it while Robby's sleeping in.

He left a note, and he doesn't think Robby is particularly in the headspace to go back down to the floors hosting the showrooms. It had taken Jack two hours of soothing as the man railed about how wrong and filthy the whole hybrid trade was, before Robby would even consider going to bed.

Jack also knew the guilt that plagued him, because he felt the same snagging, loose thread in his own chest when he thought about the cheerful wag of Dennis' tail slowing and the happy light in his eyes dimming as they walked away from him with no warning and what must have been a horrible demeanour. Poor kid probably thinks he did something wrong.

He could see the desire to fix, to placate and soothe in Robby's eyes. But he knew the man all too well, and he could read in the set of his jaw and the furrow to his brow that voluntarily submerging himself in the noise and smell and swirling chaos of the showroom wouldn't end the way that Robby would want it to.

So he took it upon himself to weave through the relative quiet of the early-morning start-up buzz, until he found his way back to the booths where his eyes had originally caught on Dennis.

For some reason, he was surprised to find the kid there. There was a lurching feeling behind his ribs, like hope suddenly slamming into the place where disappointment had been presumptuously residing. He was so sure that yesterday had been an opportunity passing them by in real time.

"Oh my - you're back! Hi!"

Christ, the absolute uncomplicated delight in the kid's voice momentarily robbed Jack of his own. All he could do was give Dennis his best smile as he approached, taking the time to try to gather himself and find his voice and the words he hadn't bothered to think about.

"Hey, buddy. Yeah, I'm back - was kinda hoping I'd find you again. Was worried you might be done with the circuit by now."

Dennis beamed at him, the force of his tail wags making his whole lower body wiggle. Jack felt his lips twitch in a kind of helpless, happy sympathy.

"Oh, no - this sort of thing usually lasts a few weeks."

Jack obviously did a poor job at hiding his surprise because Dennis giggled.

"I mean, there are competitions and all, and that's fun, but it's not really why most of them come here." At Jack's blank, wary look, Dennis cocked his head and smiled, leaning in a little, and this time there was something about the tilt of his lips that was different. Like looking at a flower whose edges were just starting to brown and wilt.

"It's a time where almost all of the high-profile owners and breeders are together in one place, with their - with us. They trade, they buy and sell. They, um - well, you know."

Jack did not know, and for a moment all he could do was try to look encouraging and open while Dennis' face flushed.

The words from Dennis' handler yesterday pierced through his skull, echoing as clearly as if the man was shouting it into his ear, some kind of vulgar, shrieking ghost at the feast.

"Denny's fit for breeding and his owner is considering offers."

The effort to control the twist of his face - to match the one in his stomach - was like stifling a sneeze on the highway. He wanted nothing more than to react with the full force of his body's horror, to purge the concept like bad food sitting, rotting in his stomach.

Instead, he forced himself to draw his training around himself like a shield, like a set of well-worn scrubs, as he gentled his voice and set his face into something as mild and soft as his racing pulse could manage.

"Of course. I'm sorry, Dennis, I should have remembered. We don't have to talk about that if you don't want to."

Dennis smiled, but it looked like he was dredging it up from somewhere sticky and cloying.

"Or - or if you have any questions." Jack was blurting out before he could even think about it, the impulse so fresh that the other half of his brain barely has time to hope he's not fucking this up or scaring Dennis. "I'm a doctor. Emergency medicine - I'm not a hybrid specialist, but I could still help...make things a little less confusing. If you haven't - I mean, if nobody has explained this to you before."

Christ, he really should have brought Robby with him.

"I've never been covered, if that's what you mean." Dennis is cocking his head up at Jack, so openly enquiring - even with a little bit of a giggle playing at his words at Jack's bashfulness - that his heart aches a little. "I've been away from all that until now. My owner kind of - I don't know, I think they kinda liked having me around, just with them."

There's a quiet, gentle pride there, but as Dennis speaks Jack can see that it's bruised, the damage fresh. Dennis swallows around the words that might have wanted to come after that confession, and as he looks back up at Jack, suddenly appraising, his tail starts to wag.

"But you're a doctor? That's so cool!"

Jack tries to pull his own smile out of his own mire of sticky, dark thoughts, and is pleasantly surprised to find that even after all this time, that tiny flicker of pride at being able to call himself doctor still sparks.

It makes it slightly easier to meet the fascinated sparkle in Dennis' eyes with something real.

"Yeah. Me and Robby - my husband, the man I was with yesterday? We both work in Pittsburgh, in an emergency department. We're only here because there's a medical conference going on upstairs, and sometimes part of the job is being forced to fly to a different city and sit in a room filled with your least favourite people, listening to them talk about your least favourite topics."

Dennis giggled, and his ears twitched like Jack's words had physically tickled something.

"I'm willing to bet there's more hissing, spitting, and fur flying at medical conferences than there is at one of these things." Jack nods his head to encompass their surroundings. "You wouldn't believe how bitchy it can get in clinical academia. Personally, I always think it's a sign of too much time on too many hands."

He puts up both palms and wiggles them in a little jazz hands motion before he can think better of it. He takes a second to thank god that the interns and medical students weren't here to see it - they already give him enough shit for being a boomer, which he has tried to explain many times is patently untrue, but maybe he brings it on himself with shit like this.

Dennis seems to like it though, laughing a genuine and honestly kind of goofy little laugh which makes Jack's own smile start to ache.

"I always thought that doctos were mature, serious people." Dennis volunteers, giving Jack a look that practically twinkles and a little twist of his lips that speaks of trouble. Jack solemnly shakes his head.

"We're all overgrown children with bloated egos and fragile self-esteem. Present company excluded, of course."

"Oh, of course!" Dennis chitters, ears smoothing back earnestly. "You've only been standing here complaining about how all your colleagues are mean and boring. Very mature, super stoic."

The laughter that bubbles out of him is louder than he'd expected, and he ducks his head and tucks his hands in his pockets while he gets it under control. There are little plumes of soft, golden fur drifting in the air around them, because Dennis' tail is wagging so hard.

"You want to see what I get up to at my...'conferences'?" Dennis asks, clearly brimming with excitement and wiggling on his perch.

For the first time, Jack really takes note of what he's wearing. It's an odd, plain white garment, almost shift-like. It's neither baggy nor clingy, instead it seems to drape over the outline of Dennis' body gently, like water. There are strange ties all along the side, almost like you might find on a hospital gown. He blinks, clears the thought from his head at the sight of Dennis' tilted head and eagerly-waiting gaze.

"Hell yeah, buddy, show me what you got."

Dennis makes an odd sound, halfway between a yip and an exhalation of air, shoving himself off his seat and gesturing Jack closer into his little booth. He turns a little display board so it's in Jack's line of sight, and he can see that it's festooned with bright, silky ribbons in every colour and shade imaginable. They all have gold or silver writing stitched in, proclaiming Dennis either first or second place in the 'companion' category.

Jack digs his thumbnail into his palm so hard he feels a slight tackiness start to bead at the nail, but his smile remains firmly in place while Dennis intently studies his face, so the pain in his hand doesn't even matter.

"Holy shit, Dennis, this is all you?" It's a stupid, pointless question, but Dennis is beaming and his tail is wagging as he nods, so once again Jack decides that nothing else matters. "Damn, this is quite the impressive collection. So you're kind of a star, huh?"

That giggle again, although this time it's interrupted by the bustling, harried approach of the man from yesterday, Dennis' so-called 'handler.'

"I'm so sorry - oh, it's you." The man stops short a little even as he fusses at Dennis, urging him to stand and turn even as the man addresses Jack with an expression that's hard to read. "I'm sorry, I wasn't sure you'd be back after yesterday."

Jack shrugs, stares back unblinkingly, not willing to offer the standard social niceties about a fake urgent appointment.

"Denny, for - please try to keep your ears still before we go out there. You manage to get all kinds of knots and crinkles in them."

The man picks up a comb and starts worrying at the long, curly strands of fur at the very base of Dennis' ears. Dennis winces at the tug, but smiles at Jack despite the man's sweaty fussing.

The strands look impossibly soft, and Jack wants to twist the curls around his finger and make them more pronounced, even as the comb straightens them out.

"Look, we're just about to go out on the floor, they're calling Dennis' number." The man throws over his shoulder at Jack. "You're welcome to stay and watch, but if you want to pick up where we left off yesterday you'll need to come back on Saturday. We've got appointments immediately after this - well, that's what we're hoping for, isn't it Denny?"

The man gives Dennis a jovial little shove and pat, and Dennis smiles up at him, nodding along, but the smile dips and wavers at the corners and his tail only twitches minutely. He darts a quick glance at Jack, who feels his thumb dig even deeper into the cresent-shaped wound he's making.

He opens his mouth to say something, but the handler is setting down the comb with a sharp, metallic clink and ushering Dennis away from his booth before Jack can even process what is happening.

He sees Dennis glance back over his shoulder as he's tugged away towards the show area, and he tries to school his face into an expression that is reassuring despite the fact that he has none to offer.

Dennis smiles back at him anyway, although his ears remain, as per instruction, perfectly still.

------

Jack follows Dennis and his handler as far as he can before he reaches an area his presence will clearly not be tolerated in, at which point he turns on his heel and finds himself a space at the small 'arena' area that has been cordoned off by a ring of boards with advertising and sponsorship logos splashed all over them. He takes up his post, bracing against the boards with his forearms and prepares to wait. It's at least a relief to be able to take a little weight off his leg, which is starting to protest the heat of the showroom.

He's surpised that he doesn't have to wait long at all, as Dennis' handler enters the show arena at an awkward pace halfway between a power walk and a jog, looking like it's uncomfortable to keep up.

Dennis trots along easily and gracefully at his side, looking like he would happily break into a full run but is locking the desire down tightly.

Someone, somewhere is droning on in an irritatingly loud voice, presumably saying things about Dennis that barely register with Jack, but which he recognises as show language that he wouldn't understand.

What he does understand, is when a two men in smart suits join Dennis and his handler on the floor of the arena, and start touching Dennis.

They greet the handler first, with polite smiles, which he returns stiltedly. The man in charge, clearly some kind of judge based on the uneasy deference the handler is showing him, says nothing to Dennis as he puts both hands on his face and pries open his mouth.

The lines of Dennis' body remain remarkably relaxed, in sharp contrast to Jack's, which has tightened every muscle capable of doing so.

The judge tilts Dennis' head this way and that, runs a finger inside his mouth along his teeth, making Jack clench his own. He runs his hand briskly over Dennis' beautiful soft ears, tugging and turning them to peer inside and then giving him a rough pat in reward. He is quick and far too careless with his hands, considering the effort that had been put into making Dennis look so perfect.

He runs his hand down Dennis' back and grabs his tail at the base, and for some reason Jack can feel something ugly and heavy settling in his stomach, can feel his palms dampening and his pulse starting to pick up a sickly rhythm.

The man pulls Dennis' tail this way and that, ruffling his fingers through the fur. Then he fetches something from his pocket, and Jack's heart and stomach both lurch sickeningly as he takes in the two things that happen next.

One, is that Jack finds out why there were side-ties to the garment that Dennis was wearing, as the man assisting the judge runs his finger down them and unties them with a deftness that makes Jack swallow down something thick and dreadful. The garment hangs loosely on Dennis for a moment before the man tugs it swiftly off without a second thought, leaving Dennis completely naked under the harsh arena lighting. There is no rustle of surprise or discomfort in the audience around him, and Jack wants to shake people, grip all the unfazed faces around him and yell and shout until something moves them.

The second thing that happens, is that Jack sees what the judge was removing from his pocket.

Gloves. Blue, sterile gloves, the same as the hundreds of thousands of pairs that Jack has worn himself over the years.

Jack feels like something large and cold has him in his jaws as his entire body freezes up as he watches the judge immediately reach between Dennis' legs. He pats his thigh once, at which Dennis spreads them just a little, and even reaches out to steady himself on the arm his handler has presented him for support. He bends at the waist slightly.

The judge grips Dennis' genitals like they're nothing more than clay replicas, carelessly and quickly squeezing penis and testicles, before dipping further back to touch his omega anatomy.

He spends far more time there. Jack isn't sure whether to feel grateful or cowardly for the fact that he can't see anything more than the man's hand working mechanically between Dennis' thighs. Dennis' face is blank and unmoving as the man's knuckles disappear and his wrist moves quickly and carelessly.

Jack's not sure how long it lasts, but he's had traumas go south that felt like they went quicker than this.

When the judge removes his hand, wetness glints off the blue glove before it is quickly removed and disposed of. He smiles and shakes hands with Dennis' handler, whose shoulders relax and who returns the smile more genuinely than he had previously.

He gives Dennis a pat on the stomach before resuming that awkward walk-jog out of the arena, Dennis following sedately behind.

Jack stalks along the edge of the advertising border, keeps his eyes locked on Dennis as he exits the show area and into a 'backstage' area only vaguely separated from the rest of the room by larger advertising banners.

He doesn't take his eyes off Dennis until he's gently rebuffed by someone wearing the dark colours of event security.

"I'm sorry, sir - do you have an appointment?"

"What?" He barely spares the security a glance as he scans over their shoulder, desperately trying to keep track of Dennis. He thinks he sees a flash of those reddish-blond curls, but they're getting lost in a sea of other faces and bodies.

"You need to be a pre-approved breeder to access this part of the event, sir." The worst part is that this man looks like he genuinely doesn't want to be breaking this news to Jack.

He fishes around for something to use, some trump card to play.

"I was speaking to Dennis' handler yesterday - I have an alpha I want to stud. He told me Dennis' owner was considering offers."

He sends up some silent plea for forgiveness for even thinking the words, let alone saying them out loud like they were reasonable and didn't leave the back of his teeth feeling sticky.

The man glances down, makes a poor attempt at schooling his own expression before he sighs.

"Look, unless your name is on this list, I can't let you back there. They have appointments booked out for the next three days. Come back on Saturday."

Jack's palm is sticky with a mixture of tacky blood and fresh sweat. It's been a long time since he's felt so fucking helpless.

[mimosa-sexypeople-contests-2026]

Tumblr Sexyman Contest 2026 Round 5 Part 3

Simon (Iron Lung)

Gomez Addams (The Addams Family)

Voting ended onJul 6

[doubleabatteriez]

rabbot grindr au - inspired by @roobydoos 's post :))

summary: robby, in a phase of what he considers insanity, downloads grindr and ends up meeting a man that is everything his dreams are made of. turns out the man in question means more to him than he thinks, and the "stranger" knew the whole time.

warnings: mature content

If you asked Robby how he got here, he'd tell you he has no fucking clue, which he really doesn't.

Maybe it's due to middle aged desperation, loneliness, many years of struggling with commitment, what have you. But here he is, staring at the Grindr logo on his phone, and he can already feel the regret seeping into his bones.

It somehow got even more embarrassing when he had to make a profile and input his information.

Michael Robinavitch

Male (He/Him/His)

55 years old

6'1"

195 Ibs

White

Then it asked for his preferred position, which again made it glaringly obvious that this app is for hookups. He grimaced and put it in.

Switch

He can't remember the last time he's been fucked, but if he was against it, he would've gone to the local strip club and picked up a woman instead.

He put himself in as negative for HIV, thank you very much. He knew he was far too committed to this whenever he got an STD panel done on himself a week ago. The amount of time it's been since he's gotten laid is so long you may as well consider him abstinent. His patience has worn thin, clearly.

The description was very short and sweet "Looking for a good time."

He pressed post on his account and waited.

∆

The first week was interesting. Most of his messages were from men almost half his age and very "manhandle-able" as they liked to describe themselves to him as if that was some type of unavoidable temptation. Good for them, but not exactly what he's interested in.

One night when he was incredibly bored and needed a distraction, he opened up the app just to look. And the men he actually wanted pulled up more than once. The muscular ones, the life-worn ones with bodies he could lose himself in. But he would never be the first one to say something, which is probably a major failure on his part. Something about this still makes him feel avoidant, nervous. Like if he put himself in it too much it would wound his pride. So he turned off his phone and rolled over.

In the next few days, a miracle was bestowed upon him.

He was putting together a quick dinner after a fucking exhausting shift. He felt like a little bit of his soul was forcefully tugged out of him and he was way too tired to try to fight for it back. So when he felt his phone vibrate in his scrub pocket, he was more irritated than anything else.

He pulled the device out with a sigh and glanced at the description of notification he received.

Jonathan messaged you.

The one night he's not interested in reading some DM from a 30 year old wanting to get their dick sucked. Of course. But he felt called to look at it anyways, so he did.

Hey handsome.

He presses on the profile and holy fuck. 50 years old, 5'9", 215 lbs, and every corner of him made up of muscles. Broad shoulders, large biceps, a temptingly large chest (the something he could lose himself in), abs, and a smattering of freckles everywhere. The dusting of a gray happy trail made his mouth water like a teenager. This might be what he needs to wash himself clean of tonight's nightmare.

Hello

First time someone not young enough to be my child has messaged me.

Ha

We might be the only old dudes in all of pittsburgh on this godforsaken app.

Lucky us.

He didn't even check how far he was. Now looking back at it, 6 miles away, a blush starts heating up at his ears.

What's brought you here tonight?

Boredom

Now you

Right to the point huh

If that was the case, l'd be asking you for nudes already

But l'm a gentleman

Is that what this app attracts?

For men as compelling as you, I'll be anything you want

Don't know if l've ever been described as compelling before

I can call you a lot more if you're willing

God, he's run into a smooth talker. He should not be as thrown off as he is by a random man with no face on his profile on the internet; he could be getting cat fished right now. But the idea that he actually exists is enough to get him hot under the collar.

Too much?

He now realizes he's been quiet for too long

No

Long shift, that's all

Understood

What do you do for work?

I think that'll have to wait until at least the second date

He does not like the sound of that

Don't tell me you re a murderer or some other crazy shit

And if I was?

Funny.

∆

The next day he goes into work a little bleary-eyed. And the reason why is shocking.

He stayed up talking to Jonathan. A man. On a sex app that's fronted as a dating app to straight people. He also unfortunately does not regret it as much as he should. Especially as he makes a run to the bathroom after hand off with Jack and receives a message.

Thought you could use a pick me up for your shift doctor 😉

(see attachment)

Fuck him sideways. Actually, please. He almost forgot he told him what he does for work, regardless of his reluctance to share his own profession, in light of the very tasteful nude he's received.

His dick isn't fully in the picture, he may have shared too much about his affinity for the man's muscles earlier so they are the focus, but he can see how full it is in between his legs and he hasn't wanted to blow someone this bad since med school. He finds himself wanting to lick a line between every sun kissed centimeter of his skin. Wanting to get a hand on every bulging part of him.

God man

You make me feel tempted to reciprocate

I wouldn't be mad

Actually l'd beg, I'm sure that body of yours is insane.

Insane is definitely a word for it. But it almost makes him feel bad if he just walks away now. So he's getting half nude in a PTMC single bathroom. What is happening to him?

(see attachment)

Fuck look at you

All that hair

And that stomach

I could eat you fucking whole

He cannot be getting hard at work. He can't. Point blank. He needs to collect himself, this is already getting out of hand.

-

He should be ashamed. Embarrassed. A "I need to kill myself" kind of sinfully guilty. But he's not, not even a little bit.

Seeing Robby's face pull up on his feed was a shocker to say the least. But the underlying pining he's had for his best friend for the past few years came roaring into his brain...and his dick, and he was messaging the man before he knew it.

Jack almost told him it was himself, he honestly did. He intentionally has his full legal name and a photo of himself with no face in it because he was worried about this exact thing - a person he knows seeing him on this app. But then Robby kept responding to his texts. And he couldn't do it. He knew with astounding confidence that he would cut the whole ordeal off if he knew it was his long time best friend at the other end. So he stayed in the shadows like the disgusting pervert he is.

But this pervert is having way too much fun. He is trying to quell his now boner in the parking lot of both of their jobs at the picture that Robby just sent him.

The image itself is knee weakening alone, don't get him wrong. But just the idea of Robby in the bathroom, pulling his scrubs up, and snapping a picture to send to Jack is enough to get him groaning in the not so privacy of his car.

He is not letting the possibilities of this opportunity slip through his fingers now.

∆

The first time he sent Jonathan a full nude, he felt awkward and misplaced. He was laying on his bed, post shift, in the dim light of his lamp, talking to this man like he's a virgin or something, feeling weird as all hell trying to get a picture of himself that didn't make him seeth, it was bad. But he did it. The send button was already pressed. No going back.

(see attachment)

for your generosity

Lord knows he's gotten a plethora of variously angled photos from this hunk of a man in this past week. The one who seems perfectly content to not have fucked, or be fucked by, him yet. A fact that is getting increasingly harder to ignore. This is turning into a lot less "let's have sex once and move on" and a lot more "I like you as a person, can I have your phone number?"

He didn't get a response until the next morning this time. Which admittedly made him a little suspicious. But the response he got was enough to quell his anxiety this one time, especially with a long shift ahead of him.

I think I just came

Or I'm about to

What the fuck

You're everything

I need to see you lose your mind with pleasure and I need to be the one to do it.

What a way to start his day.

What a way to also remind him, as aforementioned, that he hasn't had this man yet. Not like he's desperate to end this nice back and forth they have, but he did download this app for a very specific reason.

I don't think I can play this game anymore

You're driving me insane

Don't like me anymore?

Like you too much

Too much pent up energy

Me too baby

But nothing was sent after that. Interesting. He's not interested in fighting for him. He's not a chaser for random men on apps, never ever. But he might lose his mind if they don't fuck. Cause at this point, who the hell else can capture his attention like this motherfucking silver fox has?

...He knows the answer

Nobody.

∆

Jack was not reluctant because of a lack of interest. He's been wanting to get in that man's pants for a long time. But the moment he pulls up at his apartment, which he already has the address for, or vice versa, this perfectly built fantasy world will collapse like a tower of cards. And he can't have that quite yet. It's going to take a little bit more of a push on his restraint first.

He unfortunately did get that sooner than he'd like.

Robby came into work early one day after a night of borderline sexting. If Jack got off from just that conversation alone in a bathroom when he should be out working, that's between him, his dick, and the walls. But that's besides the point, the point is that he sent him a message of appreciation when he finally had the time to after a long stint spent in a trauma room working on an MVA patient.

just wanted to let you know how much this shit is affecting me

how much you're affecting me

Too much vulnerability? Maybe. But it's too late to regret it now. Too late to find the regret when he finished hand off with the same man he sent that to, stayed overtime to chat with Dana a bit, and thus watches the exact moment Robby finally reads the DM.

The man smiles softly, and Jack can feel the vibration of his phone whenever he sends his response.

Tell me about it

(see video)

Shit, he's never gotten a video before. But Robby's dick is full and leaking in just the preview, and he needs to go home immediately.

His eyes track the man as he follows one of the students to South and he knows he also needs to get the truth out because he just watched his unknowing coworker/long time friend send him a personal porno at the beginning of his shift.

He has the night off, he's doing this.

-

Right as soon as his shift ends, he gets a response from Jonathan.

what if I come over tonight

finally

you absolutely can

I'll send you my address

don't need it.

what?

He gets no response after that. It leaves him on edge, much like some of the other things this man does that he couldn't explain. What is this guy really on about, what is he about?

The questions spiral and the annoyance increases until he gets a knock on his door. Here goes nothing. He walks up, opens it, and. And it's Jack.

"Oh, hey brother, you didn't tell me you wanted to come over today."

"Yes I did."

With significant effort, he has to quell the way Jack's tone pisses him off. It's not his fault he's in a bad mood.

"What are you talking about?", he says with an incredulous laugh.

He pulls out his phone, scrolls a bit, and faces the screen towards him.

And his stomach fucking drops.

"Wha-"

"I know. It's horrible of me and I'm a horrible person and you can hate my fucking guts all you want. But I couldn't be honest with you because I knew that you never would want me like this-"

"-Jack"

"I will leave right know if you want me to, in fact I should've never come-"

"-Jack"

"Dude I'm really so-"

"Jack! Shut the fuck up."

He does. Okay.

"It's been you the whole time?"

He just nods.

Robby stands there and grapples with that information. The pictures. The videos. The very inappropriate texts. Those have all been to Jack. And he's readily returned it all. His incredibly attractive best friend he's been trying to ignore his feelings for has been pretending like they don't know each other so he can sext him on a gay hook up app.

"Do you need me to go."

"No. I need you to get your ass in here and do exactly what you DM'ed for."

Jack's heart stopped. But his brain went into overdrive. And he's never been a man to hesitate.

[5cor1u77]

Comphet!Dennis who doesn’t even know he’s in the closet. Sleazy!Rabbot (not) subtly coaxes him into an awakening.

Dennis thinks he just hasn’t found the “right woman” for himself yet. No matter how no one else ever seems to take him seriously about it.

Well, there was Trinity but Dennis guessed her telling him with a straight face that she “believe in him and his future straight wife, Faggleberry” that one time didn’t really count. He almost choked on his spit at the nickname but chose not to response to it.

It wasn’t like an ally like him had anything to properly joke back anyway, not without putting his whole foot in his mouth.

That was why he cursed himself when he jokingly asked the married attendings during a crew’s night out for tips on how to “get the ladies”, knowing their lengthy histories with women through gossip.

Because when Robby kindly started inviting him to hang out with them whenever there was time, and Jack promising to take him under their suave wings, Dennis knew he couldn’t say no to them.

It started small.

Sometimes it was: “Hey, Whitaker, do you even know how to drink? No? What, you gonna chat them ladies up with sodas or something?” Jack chuckled at his own joke.

“A man’s gotta know how to handle his liquor, kid, basic stuff.” He waved at the bartender. “Come on, this one’s on us.”

Dennis ignored the tingles inside his belly and assumed that was from the alcohol and not from Robby’s calloused fingers covering his to tip the glass back when he tried to put it down, softly murmuring: “Keep at it, Whitaker, all in one, that’s it.”

He ignored the fuzziness that bloomed in his head from the alcohol hitting his system and how husky Robby’s voice got when he managed to empty the glass.

“There you go, good boy.”

Dennis sputtered a bit when he heard that and Robby slapped his shoulder while laughing heartily.

“Don’t worry, Whitaker, we’ll make a man out of you yet.”

Then at other times it was: “What do you mean you haven’t had weed before, Den? Don’t you kids all vape nowadays?”, when they were lounging on the sofa and he hesitated at an offering of Robby’s blunt.

“Well, first of all, my extremely-conservative-helicopter parents would have killed me if they had found out, and they always do. But anyway, Trin- uh, Dr. Santos let me try one time but after I just coughed up the smoke, she just called me ‘a true and tried Nebraskan Huckleberry’, so I’ve never really touched that stuff again, ha ha…”

Robby shook his head, smiling exasperatedly, “That’s because you tried to inhale everything all at once, kid, the trick is to draw the smoke in your mouth first, then inhale air with the smoke into your lungs.”

He scooted closer into Dennis’ space.

“Here, you can try again, I’ll shotgun it to you,” and expertly drew in a quick puff, holding it before moving closer to Dennis’ lips.

When Dennis flinched back in surprise at that, he felt Jack already palming the back of his head, keeping him still. He tried sputtering as he felt the warmth of Robby’s breath on him.

“Um… I don’t know, sir, uh, this seems kind of- I mean, you know…”

“It’s alright, man, ain’t nothing gay about that, he’s just making sure you know how to do this trick in future to impress your woman,” Jack reassured closely behind him.

Dennis felt the hand tighten slightly, thumb massaging the back of his head, sending a shock of pleasure down Dennis’ spine which he resolutely ignored. But not before a gasp escaped his throat, and Robby took that opportunity to form an “O” matching Dennis’ mouth, and exhaled.

Robby lazily watched as the man squinted his eyes shut, futilely moving back against Jack’s bear paw of a hand whenever their lips brushed, carefully inhaling to Jack’s guiding words.

“Like Mikey said, slowly, Whit, you’re not trying to take him all at once here, there ya go, good boy.”

The shivers from Dennis at those two words again didn’t go unnoticed. Robby also saw Dennis’s posture relax, his squinted eyes now fluttering more as the smoke hit. Robby placed his hands on firm shoulders to steady the kid, and Dennis grabbed his forearms on instinct. Robby then gently opened and closed the boy’s lips rhythmically with his own.

All the voices in Dennis’ head shouting about how manipulative this situation felt were muffled by the time the first inhale hits, the inner pleas to use common sense became white noises when he felt warm skin moving against his lips, beard tickling and scratching around his mouth in a weirdly satisfying way, he didn’t notice how long he kept that going with Robby, nor the shaky breaths behind his ears.

Dennis only startled and jerked back when he felt the tip of Robby’s tongue dragging on top of his, no hand at the back of his head now. He gazed dazedly at the grinning man in front of him.

“That- that was…”

“It’s cool, man,” Jack’s voice appeared beside him again. “Natural reactions to being kissed and all, I bet you were imagining a real hotty making out with you after that kind of move, yeah?”

Jack’s right brow lifted to complete the shit-eating smug he always wore.

“Huh? Oh, yeah… totally man, that was… weirdly good,” he responded, his brows furrowed. He wasn’t even thinking of that, but the logic was starting to make sense to him despite something in his head was screaming back.

The couple really started to get comfortable around him after that.

It was jarring to see how professional they acted at work and how intimate they were while not working, holding hands and kissing to greet each other type of comfortableness.

Oftentimes he felt strangely upset at the sight, but then he mentally pinched himself because he was not his family, and he would rather let himself become homeless again than be a homophobe to Trinity.

Dennis guessed he had more to unlearn than he suspected.

He definitely felt the need to be more open-minded when he arrived at their house with Robby, who greeted Jack with a more-than-enthused kiss for a solid minute, tongues and all, Dennis just stood there, unable to look away, guilt hollowing his chest.

They were even more horribly handsy with one another when Dennis was the only one they were with. His face grew hotter as Jack’s hands roamed along Robby’s torso, while the other man grabbed hungrily at his husband’s ass.

Then, “Can you guys teach me how to kiss?” Dennis stupidly stammered out.

The men stilled, then turned their heads toward him with raised brows.

“You know, because I always see you guys do that around me and it looked pretty good,” what the fuck, Dennis? “And, um, ‘cause y’all also did it with other ladies before?”

That explanation only added a grin to their faces, expressions like they couldn’t be more amused if they tried.

God, he hated how severely his accent revert whenever he panicked due to his perpetual foot-in-mouth tendencies.

“I’m sorry, that came out of nowhere. Uh, please resume and ignore me-“

“What did you mean ‘teach you how to kiss’? Whit, you’ve never done it before?” Jack finally responded, his tone near incredulous.

“Yeah and no offense, Den, I thought even back then in Nebraska they still let horny teens experiment or something. As long as they didn’t get caught, no?” Robby spoke before he could think of an answer.

“I mean,” Dennis huffed, offended.

“I did experiment with girls back then, it’s just,” he brings both his hands up and then slapped them to his thighs.

“Every time I tried to kiss them, it felt like I was kissing my sister, and that ruined the mood, and we never talked about it, nor did anything like that again, and then looking back, I thought I really liked those girls but I realized it’s more similar to how I like Trin now, you know?”

He took a deep breath after the tirade of words, then continued.

“And you’re, I mean, I’m supposed to at least have a nice woman to show… well, not my family but, to someone I guess…”

Dennis didn’t register when Jack maneuvered him down to the sofa so he wouldn’t fall over during the rambling. Robby was rubbing soothing circles on his left shoulder beside him.

“Hey, you know you don’t have to be with someone to appease anyone but yourself and your partner, right?” Robby offered gently as he was calming down, “I once expected to be near retirement with my kids going to college by now.”

At Dennis' disbelieving face he put his hands up in surrender and went on.

“All truths, I’d have a lovely wife, preferably not a doctor, who’d complained about me being a workaholic, our family would have a live near a pond to live during winter, white-picket and everything.”

He pointed at Jack.

“Instead, now I’m here, no kids, no white picket fence, I guess the puddles in the yard whenever it rains count as a pond, with a lovely wife who is a doctor and complains about me being a workaholic while also being one himself.”

Dennis snickered a little when Jack flashed his middle finger with an ‘Aww, I love you too’ smile as a response.

Robby then tilted his chin up to look him in the eyes.

“Besides, that’s what we’re here for, teaching you so you can go out there and, you know, ‘rizz up’ whoever you fancy.”

Robby bobbed his head around a bit and wiggled his eyebrows, they all giggled at that. The atmosphere became lighter immediately. Robby put a hand on Dennis’ shoulder again. Dennis turned to look at him.

“So, who do you want to have a go at first, kiddo?” Robby offered it like it was the most natural thing in the world. Dennis’ heart skipped a beat.

“Uh, I’m good, I think, I kind of meant it as like, you guys can, um, kiss each other and then I can watch and learn?” He looked at them both and smiled nervously, ignoring the way that phrasing made him sound like a goddamn voyeuristic pervert.

“Nuh uh, I don’t think so, young man.” Jack tutted and turned Dennis around to face him. “Real men don’t learn to give women a good kiss just by watching, Whit.” Jack’s face softened. “Come on, kiddo, you’ve got us here to guide you through it, don’t you trust us?” He nudged Dennis's shoulder playfully.

The man didn’t realize how blown out his own pupils were, which made Jack press on.

“We can take it easy, yeah? You and I go first. Mikey here already had his turn with you for the weed shit.”

The blush on Dennis’ cheeks was rapidly spreading across his body at the bluntness which only spurred the men on more, thick thighs moving even closer to pin Dennis between themselves.

“O- okay then!” Dennis squeaked at the lack of space.

“I- this is only for, like, educational purposes, right? It doesn’t mean anything, ‘cause like, I’m still straight ah-” his last ditch efforts to scurry off were stilled when Jack cupped around his face, and now he wanted to squirm instead from the sheer wanting in Jack’s eyes, he didn’t dare to imagine what Robby looked like right now, so he’d rather settled for a shaky exhale.

“Shh, shh, shh… It’s alright, Whit. I got you.”

Jack was whispering to him now, his mouth was so close that their lips brushed against each other with every word.

“We both got you.”

Dennis leaned into the kiss before he even realized it.

They started slow.

At first, all he could register was lips moving against his. Yes, this was a kiss, lips touching was more than expected, that wasn’t any surprising to Dennis Whitaker.

No, what caught him off guard was the lack of dread, of slowly noticing that he wasn’t feeling anything other than the lips moving, then the fear of doing something wrong bubbling up, finally ruining the moment, and Dennis would have to deal with the awkwardness and silence the next time they see each other like how he did with Mary Taylor in high school.

Instead, what he felt was a strange sense of calm settling in his stomach, then that calmness started to simmer, then it burned, cleansing him of any hesitation and shame he was so desperate to hold in every time he was with Jack and Robby.

In the back of his mind, he knew he hadn’t felt this sensation since he was a boy under that tree near his home, looking at mischievous hazels and sharing a quick peck between friends, alright, a few quick pecks. Dennis was always told by his Ma that “boys will be boys” whenever his brothers were up to trouble, maybe this excitement while being naughty was what she meant.

But Dennis was also mentally looking away from the other hazy memories associated with this sensation, his Pa’s shouts, his siblings’ sneering, his home’s long silence afterward, then he started liking girls, and everything went back to normal for a while at least. He looked away mainly because he couldn’t remember much of his childhood around that time, partly because he didn’t want to.

Now, a regular-ish person when confronted with deeply buried traumas being dug up like this would, in the best-case scenario, absolutely freak out and attempt to escape the triggering situation. But Dennis can only think of one thing.

God, it’s been so long. And he surged forward.

Then it escalated.

Dennis found himself moving in tandem with Jack’s mouth, Jack’s stubble scratched deliciously around his mouth, the back and forth motions of their mouths were addicting. He moaned when Jack gently bit his lower lip and took his gasping mouth as an invitation to lick into his tongue.

Dennis tried to return the favor, suddenly remembering Robby’s attempt that one time, and relaxed his jaw, then eagerly licked against the intrusion in his mouth. That only made the man kissing him chuckle, the vibrations made his pants feel… crammed full and increasingly damped.

“You’re kissing him like a lovesick puppy, Den,” he felt Robby’s rumbling laugh so close behind him.

“I promise he didn’t put peanut butter in his mouth for you to find,” the man’s hand joined Jack’s on his nape to knead appeasing circles as he teased him.

Jack broke away from the kiss with a scoff.

“Leave the boy alone, brother, like you were any better when we first kissed, nearly rubbed my face off with that scrub on your face.”

Ignoring Robby’s indignant squawk, Jack guided Dennis to face him, soft lips brushing his again as he murmured.

“Though I admit that Mikey’s right. Unless your girl is into that kind of stuff, you’re gonna scare her off, Whit.”

Dennis’s face went blank. Oh, right, he was learning how to impress women with his kissing skills.

At his confused face, Jack’s grin only widened.

“Did that feel too good, kiddo? Aww, it’s alright sweet thing, lucky you 'cause we both like it messy,” Jack cooed condescendingly before he pried Dennis’ mouth apart with the flat of his tongue and dipped in deeper.

Fuck, it was getting so uncomfortable to sit in this position since his pants felt so cramped and wet. God, and there was something wet was dragging agaisnt his throat too.

But he can’t seem to focus because Jack’s tongue was not letting him up at all, lapping and curling expertly around every crevice of his mouth, he was already panting heavily when Jack started sucking on his tongue as well. And Robby was calling him a dog?

Speaking of the Devil, that was when he caught on who was creating the sensation on his neck, making him pant.

At some point during Jack’s making-out-workshop, Robby managed to unbutton him enough so his bare chest was exposed to the air. The feelings of facial hair moving around his lips, mouthing alongside his neck, then sucking a spot on his clavicles was rapidly deteriorating Dennis’ mind.

To his credits, Dennis tried very hard to concentrate on the lesson.

Okay, this is how I would kiss her, but way less messy I’m pretty sure.

Robby sucked on that spot on his clavicles again.

Oh yeah, god uh, then- then I’ll do it like that on her neck, while I’m kissing her too. Wait, how would that work if it’s just me-

“Ah!” Dennis yelped his calloused fingers pinched his nipples, he was forced into a groaning submission again by the flat of Jack’s tongue, still dutifully lapping on his.

Jack also have been straight up licking his face too now, down to his chin. He tried to mentally make a joke about how Jack kissed like an overeager mutt greeting his owner coming home from work, but the duo treatments inside and outside of Dennis’ mouth didn’t help the intelligent part of his brain one bit. Robby pinched him again.

Shit! Yeah, and I’ll do it to her breasts like that and she’ll scream because it’s so good, so good…

“So good… Fuck, right there, Robby!”

Dennis was fully not paying attention to how whiny he sounded now, desperately chasing that pleasure the man was giving him.

“There he is.”

“That’s our boy.”

The pair chuckled at the same time, huffing warm breaths onto Dennis’ skin after hearing his sweet pleadings.

“Don’t you worry, kid. We’ll take you there eventually. Have patience.”

Robby hooked his knees under Dennis’ and lifted the man’s leg up into his lap, his hand moved away from pink nipples to nestle on a supple thigh, pulling it further into his groin and kneading it to his pleasure.

Jack copied him and now Dennis must looked positively absurd, arms grappling the two men for balance while his legs were spread out on their laps, making him looked like he was giving birth with two nurse coaxing him on either side.

Something about that and kids in college made the back of Robby’s mind feel fuzzy and he squeezed on the thigh just a bit harder.

Robby was sure that he and Jack would have laughed at the sight if they weren’t so busy kissing, licking, and groping the poor man in between them until something in him broke. Robby wasn’t so sure that hadn’t happened already with how Dennis was babbling into Jack’s mouth for more of everything from them.

The orgasm that ripped through Dennis wasn’t caused by a specific act.

It wasn’t the messy tonguing that Jack was deadset on giving him, or the ones on his throat by Robby, or bruising kisses near his chest, or the roaming hands massaging his thighs here, pinching his nipples there.

No, it was from all of the acts combined, slowly alternating between each other for some, working in tandem for others.

So sure and confident, like they were handling a difficult case, but this time Robby and Jack knew the patient would pull through from previous careful, diligent prep work. Reached inside him to find that guilt and pleasure. Then patiently pulled it out to save him, the orgasm was just a matter of time for them.

Expected, necessary, inevitable.

When the stars cleared from his eyes, Dennis glanced around to see the contented smiles directed at him.

“So, was the lesson informative, Dr. Whitaker?” Jack drawled, shit-eating grin already back on his face.

Dennis laughed out loud at this, his face couldn’t get any redder though, not from the recent release he was given.

“Yeah, that was,” he cleared his throat, raspy from the moanings and shoutings he had put it through.

“That was mind-blowing. Man, I think I’m getting all the girls in the future.”

Now it was the other two’s turn to cackle.

“Sheesh, kid. Leave some for the rest of us, will ya?

Jack said through tears, his giggles turned gruff when he added: “But you’re not gonna impress a woman with just kissing, kiddo. It’s the next base you need to get to, that’s the thing that seals the deal.”

“Oh, well, do- does that mean I still have more lessons from you both?” Dennis grinned, approaching the fine lines of new boundaries between him and the couple, testing out the water.

A hand landed on his thigh again and he gasped slightly, turned to look at the adoring eyes of Robby, his moustache lifted upward to a tender smile at Dennis. Then somehow it turned sleazy.

“Aww, baby. Next time, we’ll teach you how to pleasure a woman so good, you’ll be having fucking triplets at the end of it.”

Dennis could feel himself twitch again at the thought. He wasn’t imagining any feminine figures though.

Then he said the first thought to come to his mind.

“So that means I would be learning that by, um, doing it to you guys, right?”

The pair just looked at each other, then at him and grinned. Like he was a delirious patient saying something ridiculous.

It’s understandable though.

Because Dennis wasn’t picturing himself as the one doing the pleasuring at all.

And he’s got a good feeling neither were Robby and Jack.

[alexisneverokay]

more sleazy rockstar robby and controversially young fan-turned-boyfriend dennis thoughts...

robby is very proud of his pretty little boyfriend, and wants to stake an official claim in the eyes of the public. he doesnt do instagram or social media, so he finds another way. how better to launch his relationship than with the cover of his new album?

he ends up sitting with dennis for hours, moving his boy around in his lap however he wants, showing off different body parts and testing new positions- all while dennis fights off a throbbing boner. he gets uncontrollably horny when robby treats him like a possession, just another prize he's snatched up during his record breaking career. dennis is happy to be one of robby's trophies.

eventually, robby settles on an image. its a mirror of the pose he'd coaxed (or, slightly forced) the younger man into in their first meeting, when robby had invited his fan backstage and had ended up fucking him until he cried and clung to his big hairy arms and chest for comfort.

in the image, dennis is sat on robby's lap as robby acts as though he's teaching dennis guitar chords, hands over his on the strings. the body of the guitar hides the men's crotches from view, but there's little doubt that both men are hard and leaking. aside from the guitar, theyre both naked.

their heads are cropped out, but any fan of robby's is deeply familiar with the dark hair and wide belly he sports, given he plays most shows shirtless. what's new is the pale, hicky-ridden skin of the other man nestled on top of him. the fans go berserk with speculation- who was this young lover and new muse of one of the world's most famous rockstars?

they'll find out soon enough when robby decides dennis should be on his arm wherever he goes. what the fans don't know (despite the fact the new album cover highly suggests it) is that each and every new song released had this pretty little twenty something year old either sat on his cock or sucking his cock as robby recorded them.

dennis is such a good boy, such a dedicated fan. of course he deserves to be the cover art.

[laceoddity]

I know Jack laughs into Dennis´ pussy when he starts whining about it being too much.

"p-ppleaaaaseee please I need a br-reaaak"

A muffled huff rumbles through his cunt.

"Aww, where´d all that fight go, little brat? Just earlier you were saying I was an old man with no stamina, yet here we are. All bark and no bite huh"

He gets more incoherent whining when he gets back to work.

[abrilas-art]

“You’re so handsome when I’m all over your mouth”

Full 🔥 version on twitter

[alexisneverokay]

rockstar robby's fanbase who marvel at how he always steps out of his tour bus looking so refreshed and glowing and happy despite all the travel... how does he do it? even the biggest stars often look tired and slightly dishevelled.

unbeknownst to the screaming, cheering masses, robby has a fan much more special than them. he has a fan, sweet dennis, who is held numerous times daily face down, ass up in his tour bus bed, naked as the day he was born.

robby mounts him as they drive from venue to venue, fucking him so deep and cumming in him so much that his belly bulges, and the backstage all-access pass slung over the younger man's neck smacks against the stretched skin. all-access to the venue for dennis, all-access to dennis's body for robby.

it turns out that having someone to fuck every single day, someone who worships you and your music and your career, and will listen to your every command, is pretty beneficial to appearance and mood. robby is fresh at every tour date because his cock is still damp in his pants from stuffing dennis over and over and over just moments before.

while robby plays and sings and revels in the cheers of the crowd, dennis is usually drooling and floating, naked on the sofa of robby's dressing room with his cock soft and plump against his thigh, and ass clenching around nothing. hes ready to be filled. after all, the rockstar might want a quick round three before the encore... and dennis will always provide.

[us3rname1deas]

dennis never really bottomed before jack and michael.

sure he had thought about it but mostly he was a top.

so after months of only being fucked by his older boyfriends. he gets almost pent up and jack walks in to him fucking one of the mens pillows. stopping when he feels a sudden flood of light on him.

"shit- jack i didn't know you were home. im sorry" dennis rambles off some apologies.

"its okay my boy dont be sorry. if you wanted to do something so bad you could have asked" he says as he walks closer.

"actually..."

minutes later dennis has jack shoved against the bed as he fucks into him. and shit jack is impressed the boy is good and he's enjoying it.

when michael gets home and finds jack completely ruined.

"now what happened here" michael asked.

"michael our boy is damn good in bed. you should give him a ride"

[orangeyellowberry]

dennis who lays in bed with his romance books on his kindle, squirming around and humping the bed at the detailed sex scenes until Robby climbs in behind him and he goes stock still.

"What are you reading baby?" Robby's wrapping himself around Dennis.

The younger boy is doing his best to not give himself away. "Just, um a book. Trin recommended it."

Robby leans closer, kissing the sensitive spot below Dennis’ ear, voice low and raspy,

Yeah? What are they doing in your book?”

[puppiegracie]

subtop dennis with a small dick :/ dennis whimpering and whining so pathetically as he humps and humps into robby's warm, lube-slick hole, trying desperately to fuck him good.

robby scrolling on his phone, bored, absentminded. he can feel dennis's tears drip onto his chest, his face burrowed there, sobbing out moans against the older man's skin, hips fucking at a jack-rabbit pace that does little for robby.

he knows dennis likes it, the humiliation of it, setting his phone aside and glancing down at the desperate mutt, huffing out a laugh. I can barely feel you, pup. trying so hard to fuck your daddy stupid and all you've managed is to fuck yourself stupid, huh? dumb little thing. just blow your load, puppy, know you're trying sooo hard to hold it back. to, what, please me? cute. cmon, puppyy, just make your little mess.

robby clenches purposefully around the pitiful intrusion of dennis's throbbing dick, lips quirked up in a grin as the boy yelps and whines, hips stuttering as he spurts inside robby's ass, all tremory and weak, still sniffling against robby's skin. robby coos oh, you poor little thing. tried so hard, didn't you, didn't youu? shh, that's okay, you're just a puppy, after all. little puppy with your little cocklet. yeahh, awww, it's okayyy.

dennis shakily pulls out, softening dick slipping from robby's wet hole, the lingering sensitivity making him whimper. he still wants to be good, wants owner to cum, so he shuffles down, blue eyes big and wet and pathetic as he blinks up at robby from between his legs, kisses and nuzzles at robby's thick, pulsing length.

robby sighs, groans, fists dennis's curls. he takes control easily, pressing himself inside den's hot, wet mouth, nestling deep in that tight little throat. he fucks his hips lazily, ignoring the boy's splutters and chokes, knowing he'll adjust eventually. he's familiar enough with being used.

mmm, theeere you go, that's what you're good at, baby, being a nice little set of holes for owner to fuck. don't know why you insist on using that useless little dick, pup... jesus, you make such a good little fleshlight, mmnhh, that's it, fuckin take it... attaboyy, now that's my good puppy.

[timelooplesbianlesbianlooptime]

jack, like every other long time colleagues of robby, gives the man so much shit about whitaker following him around ‘like a sad, wet, lost, little puppy’. except jack, because he’s jack and he doesn’t do things by halves, took it so far that at some point, he just started referring to dennis as ‘the puppy’ to robby.

‘hey man, good shift? puppy saved the day again?’

‘brother, i’m starting to think you need to bring some spare clothes to the pitt, just for the puppy. does he really spill things on himself that often?’

as much as robby doesn’t hates it, he knows it’s pointless to tell jack to stop. if anything, telling the other man to quit it would give him an incentive to become even worse.

so robby just takes it, until one day it just slips. in front of the kid.

jack finally gets to see the dennis whitaker in action, and holy fuck if he’s not impressed. it’s been a pretty rough shift so far, and whitaker has been handling it way better than he would have at his age. now, he’s in the break room, resting his leg and talking with the kid when robby enters.

‘you were right, brother,’ he says in lieu of a greeting. ‘kid is good’. robby can see the kid’s ears going a little pink, but doesn’t call him out.

‘yeah ?’, he asks sitting on the empty sit next to whitaker. the kid sandwiched between them now, with jack to his left, and robby to his right.

‘yeah. might trynna convince him to permanently switch to nights’ jack’s laughing, but robby knows better. because whitaker is that good, and he’s not about to let jack steal his favourite MS4, no way. he needs dennis with him - for very professional reasons, of course.

‘you trynna steal the puppy from me, jack ?’

any other day, it would’ve gotten a hearty laugh from jack as he mocks robby for the slip up. but not today.

because today, dennis is here, between the two attendings. and if the kid was a little pink before, he’s as red as a tomato now. robby resolutely does not picture how far down the blush must go under the scrubs.

he’s about to apologise to whitaker for making him uncomfortable, but well, the way the kid’s firmly looking at the ground and pressing his legs together right now ? yeah, robby can tell it’s the good kind of uncomfortable.

something hot stirs in robby’s stomach, and he finally stops trying to reign these feelings in after all these months, finally indulges himself fully.

he and jack share a look. the other man’s pupils are so dilated, robby has never seen his best friend’s pretty blue eyes look so dark.

when jack’s tongue comes out to wet his lips, robby’s eyes track the movement. jack looks up and down dennis whitaker’s body, taking in the flustered, the nervous swallowing, and god, is the kid shaking ? after a bit, he finally speaks.

‘well, you don’t mind sharing, do you brother ?’

[darlinghearted]

difference of opinion!

[timelooplesbianlesbianlooptime]

‘guys, you’re doctors, ‘so you hate us?’

you know you biologically

cannot get me pregnant’