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@puppydogwhitaker
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Extremely self-indulgent Hucklerobby "Daddy teaches his little boy how to kiss fic." FT fauxcest, punishment, spitting, degradation, etc. No one look at me.
A record droned on, warming the living room as Robby and Dennis lounged on the couch. Robby was lying down, propped up against the armrest, Dennis tucked in against his body.
After a shift, it took Dennis time to slip into rest. Whenever he tried to tidy up after work, Robby would nag and complain until he could get Dennis off his feet. Now, couch time was mandatory and Dennis supposed that was alright.
Robby was warm and broad. Even after a shift he still smelled faintly of cologne. His hand caressed Dennis’ thigh, fingertips dipping under the hemline of his shorts every so often. It was the kind of rest Dennis had once dreamed of. One rooted in safety and trust, making him feel whole and at peace.
Well, for a while.
Because, inevitably, Robby's innocent touches would escalate to not-so-innocent touches. Then, right on cue, Robby's hand groped under Dennis’ shirt and the older man leaned in for a kiss.
Dennis could kiss. He could. He liked kissing– he liked kissing Robby! He just… never figured out all the tongue stuff. His secret, high-school boyfriends never got that far past chaste kisses and quick hand jobs in a barn. Then, homelessness pretty much dashed all opportunities at romance throughout college and med school. Anything Dennis had done was a far cry from the languid, relaxed making out that Robby seemed to crave so much. Dennis usually tried to play it off, break off the kisses before they got too deep, bury his head in Robby’s neck. That didn't seem to be working this time.
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.
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Explore Your (Soft) Palate
It started with Dennis loudly spluttering and coughing after downing a bourbon shot at a dingy dive bar.
"Eugh, I fuckin' hate bourbon, it's so nasty!" Dennis croaked as he set the glass down, crinkling his nose against the burn in his throat that felt like lava.
"That's 'cus you're drinking bottom-shelf bourbon, Whitaker." Jack drawled, leaning back in the booth as his eyes flicked around the room. Dennis took the opportunity to let his eyes dip down the front of his splayed out body before dragging them back up to his face. God, his boyfriend was hot.
Trinity slammed her shot glass back down on the counter and pointed an accusatory finger. "You callin' me cheap, Abbot?"
"Yep." Jack answered easily. "You're a bunch of twenty-something med kids. You guys can't afford good bourbon."
The comment fired off a round of groans and jeers that just seemed to fuel Jack's good mood, chuckling into his own whiskey glass.
"Put your money where your mouth is and buy us top-shelf then." Trinity challenged with a smug little grin as she leaned over the wooden table on her elbows.
"Good bourbon's wasted on the lot of you, I've seen Dennis drink a shot from the bar mat ."
"It was a dare! I got 25 bucks!" Dennis scoffed, settling back into the cushions as the group roared with laughter. "Besides, I don't need my alcohol to taste good, I just need it to get me drunk!"
Jack was, originally, from Kentucky until… damn, until he was about 24. Coming up to Pittsburgh with all his southern charm and an accent to boot that had other students calling him "Jack Daniels" until he graduated. All that to say; he knew his bourbon. He had a pretty extensive collection- scotch, straight whiskey, bourbon, rum- he left the clear liquors to Robby. That was more his thing. It all sat in a dark walnut liquor cabinet that housed his records and his cigars.
The Liquor cabinet he knew Dennis had never even touched.
Knowing that his sweet thing's only had alcohol to get drunk was- well, it was normal for his age. It didn't sound like he knew better. Definitely didn't have his daddy teach him from the scraps he's picked up on from his home life.
The thought of Dennis flush from the alcohol and swaying into Jack's orbit, lips wet with liquor was a thought he'd have to file away for later.
That was about when they started paying tabs and collecting their things- a shambling group of giggling young adults and Jack herding them like a livestock dog to the car. Thankfully most of them lived close, each one getting dropped off until it was just Dennis and him sitting in the front seats.
"Next time we have a night in I'm making you drink some good bourbon- the kind that'll put some hair on your chest." Jack murmured, letting Dennis fumble with his hand on the shift stick so he could twine their fingers together.
"Shit's gross." Dennis replied, smacking his lips like he could still taste the offending shot.
"Not my shit." Jack promised.
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Jack loved this leather armchair.
He loved the way Dennis fit between his legs when he sat on the floor in front of it more.
They were maybe 8 bottles in, and at this point it felt like a little ritual.
Dennis's cheek was pillowed on his denim-clad thigh, playing with the laces of his boots as his eyes traced the big silver buckle of the thick leather belt that Jack probably bought before he was born. It had an intricate Caduceus on the front, the snakes twined elegantly between a set of wings, with little rays shooting down from it. Jack had gotten it as a gift when he graduated med school.
It shined in the low light with Jack's movements. The clink of class and the burbling pour of liquid, maybe a half of a shot at best, before the bottle was set down with a heavy thud on the dark walnut cabinet. And then- he liked this part best- Jack's curled finger brushed under his chin, tilting his head up and pressing the rim of the glass to Dennis's lips.
They all burned, but not nearly as badly as the shot he had with Trinity and the girls. Dennis dutifully swallowed and smacked his lips lightly
The first couple had Dennis coughing and spluttering, teary-eyed as Jack gently scolded him not to waste liquor. "That sip was probably worth more than all the drinks you got at the dive bar, sugar." He had to take a sip of the liquor and lean down to press a boozy kiss to the boy's lips.
"What notes do you taste, Den?"
This was the part he liked the least, not that he would tell Jack.
Dennis sighed and let his head thunk back down on Jack's thigh, lightly rubbing his cheek across the fabric of his jeans. "I don't know, they all taste like vanilla and hand sanitizer."
Jack tutted and brushed a hand through Dennis's hair. "Uh-uh, try again." When Dennis didn't answer, he popped the back of his knuckles lightly against his cheek. "Look at me when I'm talkin' to you, Den."
Dennis's baby blues flicked up to Jack's, huffing out a noise that sounded suspiciously close to a whine. His head just felt so heavy, he didn't want to make up some bullshit about notes of dark chocolate or leather or whatever else Jack insisted was in the drink.
"Ummm…caramel?" Dennis asked. Jack's face was passive as he waited for more. Shit. "Um, I… there was something fruity? Maybe?"
"Mhmm, dates. Good, Dennis, what else? Just one more." Dennis breathed out through his nose, letting the lingering flavor wash through his mouth and out his nose.
"…leeeaaather-?" Dennis drawled out, unsure as he watched Jack's face for any sign of agreement.
Jack paused for only a moment, letting the answer linger in suspense before he broke it with a soft huff and a fond smile.
"Attaboy, Dennis. Good boy."
Dennis melted into the touch as Jack pet his hair and leaned down to give him a kiss.
Jack's hands moved to under his forearms, gently helping Dennis up. He swayed heavily- he hadn't gotten up since they started and the alcohol was hitting him like a sledgehammer.
"Oh, bless your heart.." Jack murmured, helping the wobbly-legged boy into his lap. "You can't hold your liquor that well, can you kid?"
Dennis frowned as he settled back on Jack's thighs, now slightly taller than him, his brow furrowing as he fought through the warm malaise of his mind. He had drunk more alcohol here than he had since his tailgating days.
"I c'n handle it." He insisted. The slight slur to his words gave away his true level of intoxication.
Jack grinned- fully this time, the kind that made the fine lines by his eyes deepen.
"You can handle it? Sugar, you're drunk as a skunk- I'm the only thing keepin' you upright right now."
The sentence came out on the rolling back of a deep chuckle. Dennis could feel it vibrate through where his hand was resting on his chest. Jack's own hands on Dennis's waist squeezed gently to remind him of the structural support of his boyfriend's deliciously muscular arms. Dennis hummed and looked down at him, his eyelids low.
"You should lay me down then."
"Should I?" Jack asked softly, taking in the sight of Dennis's intoxication. God, he was so sweet for him, so pliant. If Jack were a worse man…
But that's part of the enjoyment. Dennis trusting him enough to shoot back the next sip each time.
Trusting him enough to handle him into his lap without asking for more.
Trusting him enough to take care of him the way that daddies should.
"Close your eyes, Den." Jack murmured.
Dennis let his eyes flutter closed, diligently waiting for Jack to press the glass to his lips. Maybe he could get one last boozy kiss from his boyfriend. Instead of a small sip of sweet liquor he was met with water. Dennis made a noise in the back of his throat in surprise, drinking and drinking and drinking until the last dredges of it, till his stomach felt bloated with liquid.
"Alright, lets get you in bed." Jack announced, patting Dennis's thigh with his hand.
"What? Nooooooo-" Dennis whined, slumping forward to bury his face into Jack's neck.
"Ohhh, you poor thing." Jack cooed, smoothing a hand over Dennis's back.
"You got me all drunk n' you won't ev'n do anythin' fun." Dennis said miserably, his words running together. His tongue felt so clumsy in his mouth.
"We can go snuggle in bed if you get up, sugar." Jack murmured. "Might even let you hump my leg if you're good and do as you're told."
Dennis groaned one more time before clumsily shuffling off Jack's lap and standing up, clinging to the armchair as he stood up.
Jack chuckled and kissed his temple once he was standing, holding out an arm for Dennis to take and escorting his boy to bed.
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You can pry country boys Huckleabbot from my cold dead hands
I watched ER not so long ago and I'm literally obsessed with the idea of student!robby and attending!dennis....
contains dubcon and somno
dennis was an adult. he could work a double on the morning of his birthday.
it wasn’t a big deal. he got the day off! and he had the next day off as well. it didn’t matter that when that clock struck midnight, and he was officially 28, he was at work. it wasn’t like 28 was a big deal anyway.
so he worked his double, passed out for five hours, woke up in the afternoon, and did all his birthday plans. he got his free coffee and brunch with victoria. trinity held his hand as he got his ear pierced, and she helped him pick out his clothes for his date with jack and robby.
it was a nice french place with fatty meat and gorgeous red wine. dennis’s glass was never empty, jack and robby made sure of that. dennis was hopeful for a blowjob and about twelve hours of sleep. he had told them that on the car ride to the restaurant, in fact.
on the car ride back, his head started to slump onto the window, eyes growing heavy, conversation screeching to a halt. jack looked back and whistled lowly. “kid’s out like a light. i told him to say no to shen.”
robby shrugged. “he’s trying to get all the hours possible. you and i did the same thing.“
“does this mean no birthday sex?” jack asked.
robby looked at dennis’s relaxed face in the rear view mirror. “no, he was very adamant about what he wanted. he’ll get it.” robby put on his signal to turn into the garage.
jack craned his neck to double check that dennis was really sleeping. after determining it was a genuine nap, he replied, “i know it’s his birthday, but this feels like a present to all of us, really.”
usually robby would make dennis brush his teeth, but as jack helped him stumble inside, they all decided to just help him change out of his clothes and get into bed. his wine stained lips mumbled something before he nuzzled into jack’s pillow and conked out for good.
jack and robby went downstairs and shared some whiskey, letting dennis get fully into stage 3 of the sleep cycle. after about 45 minutes, they were sure he would be at his most incoherent, and they crept into the nearly dark room. (dennis liked one of those salt lamp things to be on, and jack and robby couldn’t deny him anything.)
he was lying on his back in the middle of the bed, covers pulled up to his chin. perfect. jack took off his prosthetic and slid into his spot in the bed, pressing himself into dennis’s side as robby peeled down the comforter. dennis stayed still.
robby rolled down the front of dennis’s boxers, exposing his soft cock. dennis didn’t stir. robby pumped him a little, waiting for dennis’s body to react. when he was harder, robby’s mouth went fully around him, immediately going for the most overstimulating movements possible. palming dennis’s balls, sucking him down to the hilt, humming a little in contentment. dennis awoke suddenly with a moaning gasp.
his eyes were somehow bleary but wide. “wha’….” he looked around, jack to his left, robby to his front. “what’s goin’ on?” he questioned in a sleepy voice.
jack answered for them both. “it’s 11:30, still your birthday. birthday boy gets a blowjob, remember.”
“i…” dennis’s eyes rolled to the back of his head. it felt so easy to keep them closed. he could just relax and….
jack tweaked his nipple. “stay up. don’t you wanna feel it when you cum?”
dennis nodded, making a vague mhm noise. he was still a little wine drunk, definitely sleep drunk. he barely knew what was happening outside of the two sensations he could parse out. his brain oscillated between feels so good and god, i’m tired. eventually feels so good won out. he was bucking up into robby’s mouth and whining, which they would never allow if it wasn’t his special day. jack was sucking on his neck, and it took dennis forever to even realize that was happening.
“‘m gonna,” dennis warned, pressing the palm of his hand into his itchy eyes. “let me?”
jack chuckled. even completely out of his mind, dennis still knew the deal. “go ahead. you’re being so good for us.”
dennis came with an odd shout, he had no thoughts about sounding sexy or making sense. he murmured out, “thank you,” and shoved his face back into the pillow, falling back asleep with his still-wet dick poking out of his boxers.
robby wiped his mouth and beard with the back of his hand. “shit, i wonder if he’ll even remember that tomorrow.”
jack smiled sweetly down at dennis’s slack face. “i bet we could convince him it was all a dream or something.”
“that’s evil,” robby scooted off the bed to go to the bathroom. “let’s try it.”
The Pitt Character Surname Meanings Masterpost (inspired by this amazing post from @scorpiosantos)
Robinavitch: "Son of Rabbi"
Al-Hashimi: Descended from the same tribe as the prophet Muhammad
Abbot: "Head of a monastery"
Evans: "Son of Evan" with Evan meaning "God is Gracious"
King: Not even citing a source for this one. King is another word for god.
Langdon: One who dwells near or upon a "long hill" (signifying a proximity to greatness, but a lack of divinity within him like the others. Or perhaps signifying struggle.)
Collins (rip): "Victory-people" (me when I see her)
Santos: "Saints"
Garcia: Sort of contested with possible meanings of Young, Bear, Young Bear, or Young Warrior
Whitaker: "White Acre" (this one is the juiciest imo because it suggests a complete straying from his path. Everyone else is inherently divine-- blessed with the power to heal. Dennis wasn't and chose it anyways)
Javadi: "Generous or Related to Generosity"
Mohan: Mohan has a lot of meanings across different backgrounds but likely this is in reference to Mohan being another name for Krishna: supreme Hindu god of protection, compassion, tenderness, and love. (Very funny bc her actress' last name is also Ganesh)
McKay: "Son of Aodh" an Irish mythology god of fire
Ogilvie: "High Field" (LITERALLY tall whitaker. Kill me.)
Kwon: "Power," "Authority," or "Right"
Alfaro: Derived from the Arabic word al-faruh, meaning "the lighthouse." (I could cry.)
Dela Cruz: Of the Cross
Alawi: "Descendant of Ali" with Ali being the son-in-law and cousin of the prophet Muhammad
Analysis Below
Noah + earring = 🥵
Fellow writer and Wyle earring connoisseur @club-medical asked me to post my fave pics of Noah wearing an earring.
This is what I was able to scrounge together from my *cough* files.
If I missed a good one, please reblog and add to the treasure chest because I know there’s lots more out there.
happy dead dove fauxcest cum play insert your horny fancy here summer girl whatever just read it or don't
Dennis, for all intents and purposes, tried to be clean.
He wasn't good at it. He let his laundry linger until there were wrinkles in his scrubs. He forgot to toss out old leftovers. He would remember to put his shoes away for two days in a row, and then would leave them abandoned on day three.
It was his nature. No one really taught him how to clean up or helped him develop a system to organize his things. And he grew up with brothers. His mom had given up by baby #3 on having some sort of picture perfect house.
Jack, however, did not care about his excuses.
Which is why Dennis found himself bouncing up and down Jack's cock, chasing a release that wouldn't be handed over.
"Messy," Jack snapped. "Messy and sloppy and - look at me when I'm talking to you, Den."
"Sorry, 'm sorry-" he pleaded. That only earned him a sharp smack on his ass.
"Sorry what?"
"Sorry dad," he hiccuped. "Didn't mean to, dad, I swear, 'm sorry-"
"You should've learned by now," Jack continued. "I mean really, I raised you better. Your daddy and I both did."
Dennis whined, high pitched and raw, thighs trembling at his exertion. "I'll do better. Dad, I can do it, please, just let me-"
Jack let out a mean laugh. "You think getting to come is going to make you shape up?"
Yes. No. Maybe. It was worth a shot, he thought desperately.
"What did he do now?" Robby sighed from his spot at the doorway. Dennis hadn't even heard him come in. He turned slightly but a hand snaked around his jaw and pulled his attention back.
"No. You look at your dad when he's fucking you."
Now probably wasn't the time to point out that technically Dennis was doing the fucking.
Directed at Robby, Jack spoke again. "Fucking left his scrubs all over the bedroom floor. Again. Like his ass didn't just learn the lesson two days ago."
"I didn't mean to," Dennis protested. "I was gonna get it, swear daddy, I just-"
"Ah-ah. Don't make excuses," Robby interrupted. "You know how much your dad hates that shit. We can't keep having the same conversation, Dennis."
The disappointment isn't fake. It's cruel and heavy and Dennis can feel tears building in his eyes, bottom lip quivering. He just wants to be good. Not a problem or another thing that bothers them.
Jack catches his attention by gently tapping his palm against Dennis's face. "Hey. You can make it up to me, yeah? Come on. Be good for once tonight. Let dad cum in that pretty little pussy and then we can have a conversation about your rules."
He doesn't know how he did it. Thighs shaking, breath hitching, Jack gripping bruises into his waist, Dennis squeezed his eyes shut and picked up his pace, pushing himself down to the hilt of his dad's cock before pulling himself upright again.
It didn't take much after that. He wasn't sure how long he'd been doing it before daddy had walked in but it only took a few minutes of concentrated effort for his dad to groan lowly, stilling him so his cock was buried deep in Dennis's cunt, hot cum sputtering and filling him quickly.
"Atta boy," Robby praised from where he had joined on the bed. "Knew you could behave for him."
Dennis winced as Jack carefully pulled him off, pushing him back down onto the bed easily, legs twitching in the aftershocks.
But he could feel the wetness sliding out down his thighs, pooling beneath him on the mattress. Jack tsked above him and it made his face heat up.
"Messy," Jack taunted. "Wasteful. You going to clean it up or do you need help?"
Dennis whimpered, legs feeling useless, muscles forgetting how to work properly.
"Leave him alone," Robby scolded. Then, softer, "You tired, baby boy? Yeah? Want daddy to help with the mess dad made of you?"
No. No, no he did not need anything, let alone daddy anywhere near his throbbing, aching, empty cunt.
"I can do it," he mumbled weakly but he made no motions to accomplish the task.
"It's okay, sweetheart. Let daddy take care of it."
Robby pinned his legs back before he had a chance to argue. He squirmed slightly but his daddy's grip was unwavering. Holding him still, the heat of his tongue made quick work of licking up the cum that had slipped down his thighs, working all the way up until he latched his mouth onto Dennis's still leaking pussy.
Dennis screamed, wails bouncing off the walls pathetically, vision going white within seconds.
"Oh, there we go," Jack cooed down at him. "Feel better, kiddo? All that fussiness out of you now?"
Dennis sobbed, trying and failing to push his daddy off of his overly sensitive pussy. "C-c-can't, no more, dad, no more, no more, please daddy-"
"Let him have his fun, Den. You know daddy always cleans you up so well."
Making a rent control post now that I'm past 1k- if you only comment stuff like the following;
"Where's the rest/fic??" "
"Papa more movie"
"Can I have some more sir?"
Please feel free to unfollow me. It's not fun as a writer to get posts demanding more without even saying you enjoyed the writing. Call me sensitive ig but I don't find it cute and I won't respond cute.
Noah Wyle
thou fount of every blessing
Jack Abbot/Dennis Whitaker | Rated E | 2.9k words
Jack wasn’t religious, not anymore at least, but that’s not to say he wasn’t of faith. His faith just happened to be placed in a farm boy from Nebraska, rather than a carpenter from Nazareth.
or
Lapsed Catholic!Jack, trans!Dennis, oral period sex, and Eucharistic devotion
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
(set in the same universe as from crown to sole)
a little while ago i floated the idea of writing a Jack blood kink fic where the yonic imagery of Christ's side wound is superimposed onto Dennis thereby making his body a site of holy devotion and adoration for Jack. this is that fic!
thank you @entropicquilibriumofchaos for beta reading, and thank you to every mutual who supported my insane catholic freakiness<3
Baran Al-Hashimi come home I miss you
for @puppydogwhitaker ‘s birthday 🙃🦴
writing this while falling asleep cause that’s when i get all my good ideas. not proofread.
tw fauxcest
happy birthday uppie ♡
people assuming whitaker is robby’s son isn’t unreasonable. nor is it offensive. they both find it a tad sweet in their own way.
robby always wanted kids, but it seemed it wasn’t in the cards.
sharp memories of dennis’ dad overshadow the positive ones.
it doesn’t hurt to pretend. no one is after their thoughts.
they never acknowledge it in private. never bring up hey we could make a drinking game out of this !
robby isn’t sure if he always had this kink, buried deep down inside, sitting next to his mother issues.
or if it turns him on because of how much strangers mention it.
most likely though, it’s simply because it centers around his boy.
dennis is sexy. dennis could make anything sexy.
a fire was already burning, the taboo is simply kindling.
“it’s almost weird how many times we get father and son profiled.”
robby.exe stops working. he never anticipated either of them addressing it. let alone while den is straddling him.
“em-“ he clears his throat, “we, um… you-“
flustering his boyfriend is one of dennis’s favorite pastimes. he bites his bottom lip to keep from smiling too hard.
“it’s ok. take your time.”
robby goes 3 shades pinker. he shakes his head like an etch-a-sketch.
“yeah,” he finally nods, “it’s unusual.”
“you don’t mind it though, right dad?”
robby nearly chokes on his own spit. his already half hard dick trying to jump out of his pants.
his reaction is met with den tilting his head 45 degrees.
“what’s wrong?”
“den, baby. can’t just drop something like that when you’re on top of me. so casually too, jesus.”
he’s met with a pout, and a sickly sweet voice.
“i’m sorry dad…”
robby barely gets the curses from under his breath before he glues their lips together.
his worn hands grip much smaller thighs and bring them down down down. until they can’t get any closer. until it almost hurts.
“knew you fuckin liked it.”
they spoke in between kisses. never pulling more than an inch or two away.
the shared saliva on dennis chin and cheek made him look like an oil painting, robby thought.
“shut that beautiful mouth of yours. you liked it too and never said anything either.”
“was seeing how long it would take you.”
the blonde licks the attendings cheek.
“then i realized you’re a fucking coward. had to take matters into my own hands.”
den felt robby twitch in his pants. the painting now has a smirk.
robby smoothed his hands up and down his bigs sides.
one of his palms covers half of his ribs. it sets something off in his brain. his cock moves again on its own. at this rate he’ll cum in his fucking pants.
dennis isn’t sexy because he’s small; he makes small sexy. without even trying.
then dennis does something truly evil. he wraps his arms around his lovers neck. playing with the wispy hair at the bottom.
he traces robby’s neck with the tip of his nose. stopping just barely in front of his ear; dens breath is hot but it sends a chill down the other man’s spine.
“happy father’s day, dad.”
everyone wants realistic smut until i include a 700 word section of dennis douching smh
i had a vision