Trinity and Dennis kissed at least once, both drunk as pair of skunks, just to see how they'll feel.
They of course collectively decide that it's weird as fuck, because they are the wrong gender for each other but also 'It's like kissing my brother/sister' and ew ew ew.
Man I'm so glad The Pitt ship edits ever entered my FYP on tiktok because that's how I got into watching it
100% truth story, I saw Hucklerobby edits and genuinely thought those two are a thing in the show and wanted to watch it, just to find out they don't actually interact together all that much
Duke fondly telling Dennis how he met his attending, Robby, how he helped him fix his bike, fogretting to mention the detail once that bike was fixed, he had Robby bent over it with his pants down his knees, getting pumped full with his cock
Everyone thinks Dennis is soft and gentle for a man, imagine everyone's surprise when he has no problem clocking a patient that was about to hit a nurse and walks away with few scratches on his knuckles that somehow can't even feel
Robby is genuinely torn between being mad at him for hitting a patient, and turned on because he hit someone like it was nothing and now he can't think of anything but Dennis turning that hidden strenght against him
He does everything in his power to annoy him for the next few weeks, because the masochist in him really wants to be punched by that little devil with angel's face
Pt.2 because I'm not stuck in writers block and actually have ideas, yay!
Robby almost takes a pride in his ability to annoy people. Problem is, Dennis was not easily annoyed. The people pleaser in him just made him put his head down, nod along and/or apologise.
Robby didn't want him to apologise. He didn't want him to agree to whatever bogus reprimend he had for him that day. He wanted him mad, he wanted him shaking with anger and he wanted him to snap.
He needed him to snap, to punch him so he could go home with broken nose and fuck his fist into the next week.
But nothing he's done so far worked. It was actually making him mad instead.
He thinks back at the whole incident. The furrowed brows, the pretty pink lips squeezed in thin line and the damn way his muscles tensed when he struck the patient.
There was no pattern he could cling to and try to replicate, unless he wanted to personally attack someone in his presence, which he didn't. His perversion was for him only, there was simply no need to involve anyone else in it.
After weeks of nothing but the same composed Dennis, the doctor with empathy, great intuition and skill, Robby was at the end of the rope. Damn, he was so fucking desperate for it, he might actually ask Dennis to hit him.
He notices him in the breakroom, scoffing down a protein bar while reading something of the tablet, probably a chart. How the kid manages to stay on top of everything is impressive, yet another reason Robby thinks so much of him.
"Whitaker."
He calls him upon entering the room, closing the door behind and Dennis looks up at him, slowing down his chewing.
The look in his eyes is something Robby's never seen and it makes his brain short circuit temporarily.
"Did you need anything Dr. Robby?" Dennis asks him with that soft smile and Robby forces his limbs to comply and move, sitting down across from him.
How the fuck does one asks to be punched in the face by someone? And what the fuck is even wrong with him for wanting to be punched in the first place? He knew he was masochist for a while, loved the pain, being denied and edged but hit? That was new.
"Yeah, uh, about earlier-"
"I know I messed up." Dennis is quick to agree to his earlier completely untrue reprimend and Robby loses it, dropping his open palm on the table, making the blonde man jump in his seat.
"Jesus fucking Christ, what does one have to do to get you mad?"
Dennis puts down the tablet, that same unknown glind in his eyes, as he darts his eyes to the door. "Why do you want me to get mad?" He asks innocently enough.
"Because!" Is the only argument Robby can come up with, lame, and Dennis is quick on his feet, locking the damn door before physically pulling Robby up to his feet.
Fuck fuck fuck the strenght. Oh lord give him the strenght to not paint his pants there and then.
Dennis slams him against the door, blocking the view with his tall frame. "Because? Just because?"
His hands hold him in place and Robby is completely mesmerized.
Because because because. Just punch him already so he can jerk off in the first bathroom availible.
But Dennis just keeps him in place like he holds all the power there, and god he does not because Robby wants or let's him, but because he's genuinely stronger than Robby ever thought and it just makes him leak into his scrubs.
Then Dennis smiles at him and it's not that cute little smile he always does, the one that shows the adorable tiny gap between his front teeth. No, this is smug, like he just figured out something Robby is still processing.
"You like me holding you like this?" Dennis asks, still holding him pinned to the door and Robby just breathes out nervous laugh, because it's so absurd but Dennis doesn't really wait for him to answer and is yanking his scrub bottoms down to his knees.
"Wow. You're actually hard."
Robby winces and feels his face heat up with embarrassment.
"I thought I just had a wild imagination. You've been trying to aggravate me for weeks, haven't you? What was the end goal?" He presses his palm against Robby's cock in his boxers, hard.
If Robby had any line of thoughts before, he had none now and just whined like pathetic horny teenager finally having someone touch his weeping cock for the first time.
That was all the confirmation Dennis needed as he pulled away with shit eating grin on that beautiful face.
"Oh my god. I was actually right."
"About?" Robby has no idea what's going on anymore. Just that the pressure on his cock is gone.
"Pull your pants up, Robby." Dennis orders him and he's so fucking weak for listening to it this fast.
"Wait for me at the park after the shift."
Robby barely manages to fix his pants up and Dennis, holy shit, moves him aside like he weights nothing to unlock the door and disappear in the ER.
Was he finally gonna get his face punched by that gorgeous man?
Robby has been antsy for the rest of the day. The thought of meeting Whitaker at the part after the shift made him lose focus 5 seconds after it was decided. For him. By him.
As delightful it was, the longer he had to go on about his business as usual, the more sober he's became again.
He shouldn't. He definitely shouldn't be meeting his subbordinate after work with weird promise of.. what exactly? Sexual favours? It's not like Dennis specifically said he'll have sex with him, or that he'll even punch him for matter of fact.
The least they can do is have a conversation like pair of grown ups, right?
That's what he's been telling himself the last hour of the shift, and as he handed the Ed to Jack's very capacle hands, and as he walked to the damn park eager than he's ever been back at med school.
Whitaker is already there, of course he is, on top of everything, charts immaculate and leaving on time, unlike many others staying behind to finish charts.
He looks up when he hears Robby approach and stands up. Robby stares down at him and suddenly has no idea how to speak.
The whole situation is grinding him down so fast, he feels every single year of his fifty four miserable life.
Dennis is shorter. Barely reaches to his chin but is stronger than Robby, which isn't obvious, only felt and it drives Robby so crazy, he might actually experience heart attack soon.
"Good work today, boss." Dennis looks all the innocent, sweet young man Robby realises he isn't, not really.
"You too kid." He replies, holding his backpack because he doesn't know what else to say.
"So." Dennis starts.
"So." Robby repeats.
"Did you ride your bike today?" Dennis asks and Robby just nods. Dennis waits for him to get the implication. Right. They should talk.
"We should talk first."
"We can do that at your place."
Now that was dangerous game, but the confidence Dennis displayed was delicious. How could he say no? Even if he did, he was sure Dennis wouldn't let him.
Robby took him to his bike and silently handed him the spare helmet, before putting his own on and sitting down.
He felt the movement behind him as the bike sunk lower under the extra weight and two strong arms wrapped around his waist. He's incredibly, completely fucked. HR nightmare fucked. Career ruined over perversion involving subordinate half his age fucked.
The ride is short but tense, Whitaker's hands do nothing to help stop his growing erection, if anything, they seem to occasionally, 'accidentally' glide lower, as if the younger man was making sure he had the effect he wanted to have on him.
Maybe if he's lucky and this goes the right way and there is a promise of next time, he might get a handjob on his beautiful Bonnie. Because that would certainly make him look like a less of a pervert.
There's awkward silence between them as they make it past Robby's doorstep and he offers Dennis a drink, but the kid declines because of course the only thing on his mind is to confirm the hypothesis he made up about Robby the last few weeks he's been trying to provoke him.
"You want to talk? Then you can start with explaining why you've been trying to piss me off recently." Dennis starts, throwing his backpack on the sofa, like he own's the damn place.
He got him all the way home. Had his hands on his cock already earlier today. Might as well pull the plaster off quickly with a little sting.
Robby expected anything as reaction. Being called crazy, delusional, weird, absolute fucking degenerate and creep.
Instead Dennis flexes his muscles and clocks him straight up in the nose, sickening crunch reaching his ears and second later something warm started trickling down his nose, soaked by his beard.
The most sickening part is the fact, despite the pain and understanding that this sweet, innocent looking man definitely just broke his nose, he's the hardest he's ever been in his whole life.
It doesn't end there.
Within seconds, Dennis is rabbing him by his thighs, lifting him up like he weights nothing, carrying him through the place with little wobble to the bedroom he found with ease, throwing him on the bed.
"Fuck Robby.. you look so pretty like this." Dennis coos and Robby straight up whimpers because fuuuuuuck, he's so fuuuuucked.
Dennis is everywhere. On top of him, on his mouth, kissing him, tasting him and the blood still pooling from his nose. The pain is immediately linked with pleasure.
His hands are exploring his body without shame or effort to pretend to be gentle. And Robby loves every second of it.
"There's something really wrong with you." Dennis whispers into his ear, before licking into it, hands now tugging his scrub bottoms down, freeing his weeping cock and Robby's head spin, honestly not sure anymore if from the pleasure or possible concussion the little devil may have given him.
"Yes." He keens, feeling delicious pressure on his exposed cock as Dennis's hand wraps arounds it tightly.
"Look at you. Who would have thought the big boss is such a fucking masocist."
He's honestly not even surprised for Dennis to figuring it all out so quickly. The man is competent, observant and smart. And that is exactly why Robby knows this is not just some weird perversion, but genuine attraction.
"Whitakkk- kid. Dennis." He whines as his dick is stroked harshly, leaking all over his hand, making the friction slick and more pleasant.
"Yeah? You close? You want to come?" Dennis coos, his voice dropping low and husky, something Robby would never believe was possible until he's heard it.
"Please, please, baby.. " Robby sobs, so close, just a few more strokes and-
Dennis withdraws and Robby bucks his hips, trying to follow that delicious friction. He let's out frustrated whine and tries to grap him, just to have his hands pinned above his head and oh god, that does it for him and he comes untouched, weeping and looking absolutely pathetic.
The power Dennis holds over him is intoxicating, for both of them.
If Robby was pervert for loving every second of this, so was Dennis. Devil with angels face.
"I didn't say you can come." Dennis tuts and holds both his hands down with one of his hands, wrapping the other around his spent cock and tugging harshly, until Robby is rock hard again and ready to go.
" 'm sorry, 'm sorry. Please Dennis, it's too much." He's too old to be played with like this. Too old to be edged, denied and overstimulated but fuck if it isn't something he still craves and needs to get fucking hard.
"Shh. You're fine. Do you want to be my good boy?"
"Fuuuck. Yes, fucking yes."
"Then let me have my fun." Dennis smirks cockily, before pressing his lips against the beard on his jawline, licking off the blood, making Robby's head spin more.
He brings him to another body shuddering orgasm and his old body is immediately protesting when the jerking movement on his cock doesn't stop.
"Dennis baby, I can't anymo-"
"Yes you can. C'mon old man. I need you hard."
Fucking hell, fuck fuck, if the little pout on his lip doesn't work like magic and he's already hard again. Apparently all he needed was this man absolutely ruining him to get hard more than once.
He expects another forced orgasm by his hand, instead Dennis takes his own scrub bottoms and briefs off, dragging his fingers across the mess on Robby's exposed hairy tummy, slicking up his fingers.
That's iit, he's gonna get fucked into the mattress lik the pathetic little slut he is, instead Dennis sinks the slick fingers inside his own ass and Robby sees fucking stars. Creation of the whole universe running in front of his eyes like a film and the centre of it is Dennis with cheeks redden, bottom lip bitten to muffle the whimpers threatening to spill, looking absolutely fucking gorgeous.
If he's dead, this must be heaven. If he's dreaming, he never wants to wake up.
Dennis proceeds to stretch himself open before sinking down on Robby's cock, taking every single inch in that warm heavenly tightness ans it takes every ounc of willpower to not cum right there and then.
"That's itttt, fuck Robby. You're so big.. can feel you in my fucking throat." Dennis moans, throwing his head back as he teasingly lifts his hips up, just to sink back down.
"Fuck." Robby whines and tries to grab his hips with the same hands he so obediently kept above his head the whole time, just to have Dennis shove them right back up.
"No no pretty boy. You keep those hands right there where I can see them. This time you don't cum until I tell you to, okay?"
Robby moans in response and his brain short circuits when Dennis clenches around his lenght.
"Need words."
"Fuck! Yes..yesss." His eyes snap shut and there's nothing else anymore, just Dennis, the rough grind of his ass and moans falling from his lips that are like music to his ears. He's already so close.. so so close.
"Oh god.. oh fuck.. Dennis...I'm.."
"Not yet."
"Baby, fuck. I'm so close. You're killing me here." He huffs and Dennis stops his grinding, making him even more pent up and frustrated. "Nonono please don't stop. Don't stop."
"Shh, just hold it in. You can manage couple of more minutes right? You can be my good boy." Dennis smirks, wrapping hand around his own leaking cock, giving it couple of slow strokes.
He might actually die here. Either his cock will explode soon, or he'll have a heart attack. And oh boy, what a way to go.
Dennis arches his back, letting Robby's cock fuck into him in new angle and it brings nothing but despair.
He's short of breath and there's sharp pain on his chest. "Dennis, baby, have mercy on old man. I'm.. I think I'm having a heart attack.."
That seems to get his attention as Dennis looks at him, pressing two fingers against the pulse point on his neck, the temporary worried expression turning into smug grin.
"You're fine. Just little bit longer. You're doing so well for me baby." He rocks his hips again and Robby bites his bottom lip, actually crying because it's too much, and somehow, not enough all at once.
Dennis uses him like he's nothing but a toy for his own pleasure, fucking himself on his cock with soft moans.
When he's rally thinking there's no such a thing as heaven, the muscle around his cock clamps harder and Dennis moans louder, his cock adding to the mess on Robby's tummy.
"Fuck. Fuck. Yeah, oh god, Robby. Cum for me baby, please. Come inside me gorgeous." It's like a symphony. the most beautiful sounds his ears ever heard and he's painting his insides the second he said 'cum', like a well trained dog.
He's in absolute bliss. His limbs are like a jello and he can barely move. He's never been happier in his fucking life. Broken nose and fucked so good, he's seriously considering marrying this man down so nobody else could experience this holy grail.
Turns out, that post orgasmic bliss was really a heart attack and he had to explain to Jack how he ended up with broken nose and heart attack at the Pitt in middle of the night.
Everyone thinks Dennis is soft and gentle for a man, imagine everyone's surprise when he has no problem clocking a patient that was about to hit a nurse and walks away with few scratches on his knuckles that somehow can't even feel
Robby is genuinely torn between being mad at him for hitting a patient, and turned on because he hit someone like it was nothing and now he can't think of anything but Dennis turning that hidden strenght against him
He does everything in his power to annoy him for the next few weeks, because the masochist in him really wants to be punched by that little devil with angel's face
Pt.2 because I'm not stuck in writers block and actually have ideas, yay!
Robby almost takes a pride in his ability to annoy people. Problem is, Dennis was not easily annoyed. The people pleaser in him just made him put his head down, nod along and/or apologise.
Robby didn't want him to apologise. He didn't want him to agree to whatever bogus reprimend he had for him that day. He wanted him mad, he wanted him shaking with anger and he wanted him to snap.
He needed him to snap, to punch him so he could go home with broken nose and fuck his fist into the next week.
But nothing he's done so far worked. It was actually making him mad instead.
He thinks back at the whole incident. The furrowed brows, the pretty pink lips squeezed in thin line and the damn way his muscles tensed when he struck the patient.
There was no pattern he could cling to and try to replicate, unless he wanted to personally attack someone in his presence, which he didn't. His perversion was for him only, there was simply no need to involve anyone else in it.
After weeks of nothing but the same composed Dennis, the doctor with empathy, great intuition and skill, Robby was at the end of the rope. Damn, he was so fucking desperate for it, he might actually ask Dennis to hit him.
He notices him in the breakroom, scoffing down a protein bar while reading something of the tablet, probably a chart. How the kid manages to stay on top of everything is impressive, yet another reason Robby thinks so much of him.
"Whitaker."
He calls him upon entering the room, closing the door behind and Dennis looks up at him, slowing down his chewing.
The look in his eyes is something Robby's never seen and it makes his brain short circuit temporarily.
"Did you need anything Dr. Robby?" Dennis asks him with that soft smile and Robby forces his limbs to comply and move, sitting down across from him.
How the fuck does one asks to be punched in the face by someone? And what the fuck is even wrong with him for wanting to be punched in the first place? He knew he was masochist for a while, loved the pain, being denied and edged but hit? That was new.
"Yeah, uh, about earlier-"
"I know I messed up." Dennis is quick to agree to his earlier completely untrue reprimend and Robby loses it, dropping his open palm on the table, making the blonde man jump in his seat.
"Jesus fucking Christ, what does one have to do to get you mad?"
Dennis puts down the tablet, that same unknown glind in his eyes, as he darts his eyes to the door. "Why do you want me to get mad?" He asks innocently enough.
"Because!" Is the only argument Robby can come up with, lame, and Dennis is quick on his feet, locking the damn door before physically pulling Robby up to his feet.
Fuck fuck fuck the strenght. Oh lord give him the strenght to not paint his pants there and then.
Dennis slams him against the door, blocking the view with his tall frame. "Because? Just because?"
His hands hold him in place and Robby is completely mesmerized.
Because because because. Just punch him already so he can jerk off in the first bathroom availible.
But Dennis just keeps him in place like he holds all the power there, and god he does not because Robby wants or let's him, but because he's genuinely stronger than Robby ever thought and it just makes him leak into his scrubs.
Then Dennis smiles at him and it's not that cute little smile he always does, the one that shows the adorable tiny gap between his front teeth. No, this is smug, like he just figured out something Robby is still processing.
"You like me holding you like this?" Dennis asks, still holding him pinned to the door and Robby just breathes out nervous laugh, because it's so absurd but Dennis doesn't really wait for him to answer and is yanking his scrub bottoms down to his knees.
"Wow. You're actually hard."
Robby winces and feels his face heat up with embarrassment.
"I thought I just had a wild imagination. You've been trying to aggravate me for weeks, haven't you? What was the end goal?" He presses his palm against Robby's cock in his boxers, hard.
If Robby had any line of thoughts before, he had none now and just whined like pathetic horny teenager finally having someone touch his weeping cock for the first time.
That was all the confirmation Dennis needed as he pulled away with shit eating grin on that beautiful face.
"Oh my god. I was actually right."
"About?" Robby has no idea what's going on anymore. Just that the pressure on his cock is gone.
"Pull your pants up, Robby." Dennis orders him and he's so fucking weak for listening to it this fast.
"Wait for me at the park after the shift."
Robby barely manages to fix his pants up and Dennis, holy shit, moves him aside like he weights nothing to unlock the door and disappear in the ER.
Was he finally gonna get his face punched by that gorgeous man?
Robby has been antsy for the rest of the day. The thought of meeting Whitaker at the part after the shift made him lose focus 5 seconds after it was decided. For him. By him.
As delightful it was, the longer he had to go on about his business as usual, the more sober he's became again.
He shouldn't. He definitely shouldn't be meeting his subbordinate after work with weird promise of.. what exactly? Sexual favours? It's not like Dennis specifically said he'll have sex with him, or that he'll even punch him for matter of fact.
The least they can do is have a conversation like pair of grown ups, right?
That's what he's been telling himself the last hour of the shift, and as he handed the Ed to Jack's very capacle hands, and as he walked to the damn park eager than he's ever been back at med school.
Whitaker is already there, of course he is, on top of everything, charts immaculate and leaving on time, unlike many others staying behind to finish charts.
He looks up when he hears Robby approach and stands up. Robby stares down at him and suddenly has no idea how to speak.
The whole situation is grinding him down so fast, he feels every single year of his fifty four miserable life.
Dennis is shorter. Barely reaches to his chin but is stronger than Robby, which isn't obvious, only felt and it drives Robby so crazy, he might actually experience heart attack soon.
"Good work today, boss." Dennis looks all the innocent, sweet young man Robby realises he isn't, not really.
"You too kid." He replies, holding his backpack because he doesn't know what else to say.
"So." Dennis starts.
"So." Robby repeats.
"Did you ride your bike today?" Dennis asks and Robby just nods. Dennis waits for him to get the implication. Right. They should talk.
"We should talk first."
"We can do that at your place."
Now that was dangerous game, but the confidence Dennis displayed was delicious. How could he say no? Even if he did, he was sure Dennis wouldn't let him.
Robby took him to his bike and silently handed him the spare helmet, before putting his own on and sitting down.
He felt the movement behind him as the bike sunk lower under the extra weight and two strong arms wrapped around his waist. He's incredibly, completely fucked. HR nightmare fucked. Career ruined over perversion involving subordinate half his age fucked.
The ride is short but tense, Whitaker's hands do nothing to help stop his growing erection, if anything, they seem to occasionally, 'accidentally' glide lower, as if the younger man was making sure he had the effect he wanted to have on him.
Maybe if he's lucky and this goes the right way and there is a promise of next time, he might get a handjob on his beautiful Bonnie. Because that would certainly make him look like a less of a pervert.
There's awkward silence between them as they make it past Robby's doorstep and he offers Dennis a drink, but the kid declines because of course the only thing on his mind is to confirm the hypothesis he made up about Robby the last few weeks he's been trying to provoke him.
"You want to talk? Then you can start with explaining why you've been trying to piss me off recently." Dennis starts, throwing his backpack on the sofa, like he own's the damn place.
He got him all the way home. Had his hands on his cock already earlier today. Might as well pull the plaster off quickly with a little sting.
Established married Rabbot but to spice the marriage up they create 'secret' dating profiles to talk to each other like they are two complete strangers.
Robby opening up picture in the ED of his 'fling' sending him dick pick. Someone catches a glimpse of it and the gossip of Robby cheating and their favourite work couple divorcing sprads like wildfire.
Someone approaches Jack carefully. "I don't know how to tell you this but Robby.." kind of talk, explaining they saw him getting all red in face over dick pick that was not from him because the name didn't start with J.
Jack coming home after his shift, playing into the whole absurd situation they got themselves into.
"So you're getting dick picks from some random horny loosers at work? Does it look better than mine? You think it could make you feel this fucking good baby?" He growls at Robby while he's fucking into him, hard.
Robby just whines and moans, because of course it's Jack this whole time, but also the idea of getting caught cheating and having Jack pound into him as to prove how much he loves him was hot.
Robby shows up to work the next shift with very visible purple hickeys and Jack shuts down the rumours about divorce because Robby could never leave him, but alas they never clarify the fact it was indeed Jack sending Robby a dick pic.
Everyone thinks Dennis is soft and gentle for a man, imagine everyone's surprise when he has no problem clocking a patient that was about to hit a nurse and walks away with few scratches on his knuckles that somehow can't even feel
Robby is genuinely torn between being mad at him for hitting a patient, and turned on because he hit someone like it was nothing and now he can't think of anything but Dennis turning that hidden strenght against him
He does everything in his power to annoy him for the next few weeks, because the masochist in him really wants to be punched by that little devil with angel's face
Pt.2 because I'm not stuck in writers block and actually have ideas, yay!
Robby almost takes a pride in his ability to annoy people. Problem is, Dennis was not easily annoyed. The people pleaser in him just made him put his head down, nod along and/or apologise.
Robby didn't want him to apologise. He didn't want him to agree to whatever bogus reprimend he had for him that day. He wanted him mad, he wanted him shaking with anger and he wanted him to snap.
He needed him to snap, to punch him so he could go home with broken nose and fuck his fist into the next week.
But nothing he's done so far worked. It was actually making him mad instead.
He thinks back at the whole incident. The furrowed brows, the pretty pink lips squeezed in thin line and the damn way his muscles tensed when he struck the patient.
There was no pattern he could cling to and try to replicate, unless he wanted to personally attack someone in his presence, which he didn't. His perversion was for him only, there was simply no need to involve anyone else in it.
After weeks of nothing but the same composed Dennis, the doctor with empathy, great intuition and skill, Robby was at the end of the rope. Damn, he was so fucking desperate for it, he might actually ask Dennis to hit him.
He notices him in the breakroom, scoffing down a protein bar while reading something of the tablet, probably a chart. How the kid manages to stay on top of everything is impressive, yet another reason Robby thinks so much of him.
"Whitaker."
He calls him upon entering the room, closing the door behind and Dennis looks up at him, slowing down his chewing.
The look in his eyes is something Robby's never seen and it makes his brain short circuit temporarily.
"Did you need anything Dr. Robby?" Dennis asks him with that soft smile and Robby forces his limbs to comply and move, sitting down across from him.
How the fuck does one asks to be punched in the face by someone? And what the fuck is even wrong with him for wanting to be punched in the first place? He knew he was masochist for a while, loved the pain, being denied and edged but hit? That was new.
"Yeah, uh, about earlier-"
"I know I messed up." Dennis is quick to agree to his earlier completely untrue reprimend and Robby loses it, dropping his open palm on the table, making the blonde man jump in his seat.
"Jesus fucking Christ, what does one have to do to get you mad?"
Dennis puts down the tablet, that same unknown glind in his eyes, as he darts his eyes to the door. "Why do you want me to get mad?" He asks innocently enough.
"Because!" Is the only argument Robby can come up with, lame, and Dennis is quick on his feet, locking the damn door before physically pulling Robby up to his feet.
Fuck fuck fuck the strenght. Oh lord give him the strenght to not paint his pants there and then.
Dennis slams him against the door, blocking the view with his tall frame. "Because? Just because?"
His hands hold him in place and Robby is completely mesmerized.
Because because because. Just punch him already so he can jerk off in the first bathroom availible.
But Dennis just keeps him in place like he holds all the power there, and god he does not because Robby wants or let's him, but because he's genuinely stronger than Robby ever thought and it just makes him leak into his scrubs.
Then Dennis smiles at him and it's not that cute little smile he always does, the one that shows the adorable tiny gap between his front teeth. No, this is smug, like he just figured out something Robby is still processing.
"You like me holding you like this?" Dennis asks, still holding him pinned to the door and Robby just breathes out nervous laugh, because it's so absurd but Dennis doesn't really wait for him to answer and is yanking his scrub bottoms down to his knees.
"Wow. You're actually hard."
Robby winces and feels his face heat up with embarrassment.
"I thought I just had a wild imagination. You've been trying to aggravate me for weeks, haven't you? What was the end goal?" He presses his palm against Robby's cock in his boxers, hard.
If Robby had any line of thoughts before, he had none now and just whined like pathetic horny teenager finally having someone touch his weeping cock for the first time.
That was all the confirmation Dennis needed as he pulled away with shit eating grin on that beautiful face.
"Oh my god. I was actually right."
"About?" Robby has no idea what's going on anymore. Just that the pressure on his cock is gone.
"Pull your pants up, Robby." Dennis orders him and he's so fucking weak for listening to it this fast.
"Wait for me at the park after the shift."
Robby barely manages to fix his pants up and Dennis, holy shit, moves him aside like he weights nothing to unlock the door and disappear in the ER.
Was he finally gonna get his face punched by that gorgeous man?
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