Alright, there are two fully separate thoughts forming, so if you're in the mood for something softer and sweeter, go here. If you're in the mood for some scandal, continue on.
Obviously, if Dennis' dad isn't going on speaking terms with him, Dennis has approximately zero desire to celebrate what a good job he did raising him. What he does want to do, though, is spend some time showing appreciation for the men who spend their time loving him, who spend their time taking care of him, showing him what real support looks like. They may not be his dads, not technically, but they are his daddies.
I think there's room for this to go a number of different ways, but I am drawn toward something filled with more appreciation, with more worship, more acts of service. Jack is coming off his shift, and Dennis has something warm and filling for him. He's got it all plated up, sat in Jack's favorite spot at the table. He greets him with a kiss, something that lasts for far too long and becomes a little too handsy to just be hardly in the doorway, but neither of them mind.
He sits him down at the table, takes his time slowly digging his thumbs into the knots in his shoulders as Jack eats, pleased with the happy noises his boyfriend is making. Once he puts his fork down on the table for the last time, Dennis starts kissing over the spots that his thumbs were moments prior, each movement filled with something like adoration. He moves from his shoulders, to his neck, until he's kissing him properly and the angle is kind of weird, but neither of them really care.
He refinagles himself so that he's standing between Jack's legs, his arms around his neck and the older man's hands on the backs of his thighs. "What's all this for baby, hm? What'd I do to deserve such a sweet morning from my sweet boy?"
And Dennis is absolutely red in the face, one finger fiddling with one of Jack's curls, twisting it round and round and round. "I just wanted to make sure I wished you a happy father's day."
And Jack makes this punched-out sort of noise that Dennis isn't sure how to interpret, but it becomes incredibly clear it was a good thing when Jack pretty much yanks him down for a kiss. It leaves Dennis breathless by the time he pulls back, and the way his lips feel against his skin is searing. "Fuck. Happy father's day, huh? My good, sweet, best boy wants to take care of his daddy on father's day? Yeah? Is that it? You gonna give me a present, sweetheart? Hmmm?"
Dennis is shuddering anytime he says pretty much anything, nodding his head along to what Jack is asking. "Yeah. Yeah, you always take such good care of me, want-want to show you how much I appreciate you."
"Yeah? Oh, what a good boy, Denny. Go on, show daddy how much you appreciate him."
When Dennis drops to his knees, it's more full-blown worship to the man in front of him than it is a blowjob. He's kissing along his length, his thighs, his stomach. He's breathing in the smell of him. He's taking him into his mouth to taste, to appreciate, to hold. He bounces between really trying to send Jack over the edge, and simply loving the man above him.
It's somewhere in the middle of this that Robby wakes up, comes to join them in the kitchen, stops to admire the sight in front of him. Leaning on the counter, sipping at his morning coffee while he admires his guys.
Jack ends up painting Dennis' face, making a good and proper mess of him, and the pair of them just there for a few moments, panting, breathing, existing. "Well," Robby's voice is still that early-morning rumble, "isn't this a treat."
"Mmhmm." Dennis cracks his eyes open, smiling dazedly at Robby. "Happy father's day, daddy. Are you ready for your present too?"
Robby chokes on his coffee. "Fuck. Yeah, baby. Yeah, I am."
Or, maybe he really plays into the present piece. Practices tying a nice, neat, pretty boy on himself, kneels on the edge of the bed to wait for Robby to wake up or Jack to get home, whatever happens first.
When Robby wakes up to see him like that, boy is it a treat.
"Happy father's day, daddy. Do you like your gift?"
"Fuck, baby, yeah, I do. I love it."
He spends as long as he can unwrapping his gift, taking it apart. He unties the ribbon from around his chest, and uses it to wrap around his wrists, ties them to the bedframe. Fucks Dennis slow and deep, whispering praises in his ear about how he's such a good boy, his good boy. That his daddies love him so much, that he's so good for them, that he's the best thing that could have ever happened to them, that they've taught him so so so well.
By the time they're done, Dennis is covered in lovebites, spit, cum, and tears, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Robby drapes himself over him like a blanket, still murmuring sweet words to him when Jack comes in the door, his gaze downright hungry as he looks at them. "Well, well, brother. What do we have here?"
Robby grins at him. "What can I say. Our The kid really knows how to celebrate father's day. You ready to unwrap your present too?"
Jack nearly moans out loud. "I think I might like that."
