Dennis always had bruises on his knees, but not for the reason youâd think.
Dennis wouldnât dare say he was abused as a child. He felt like that was just asking for people to ask questions and he didnât want to talk about it. It wasnât all that bad. They fed and clothed him. He went to college, didnât he? Heâs a doctor now, not that they care. Sure they were a strict on him, but what Catholic parents arenât?
His parents raised him on the word of the Lord. Obey your parents. Man shall lay with women. God above all others. All that jazz. Itâs engraved so deep in his brain, he doesnât think itâll ever go away.
Dennis moved away from home right at the start of college. Sending any spare penny he had back home to help with the farm. He didnât stay home to help his Pa out. He didnât continue his degree in Theology. Sending money home is the least he can do. Thatâs what his parents say anyways.
Dennis was relieved when Robby asked him to housesit during his sabbatical, and even more so when Robby came back after those long 3 months and told Dennis he could stay. That he liked the company. As much as Dennis secretly loved living with Trinity, he always felt like he was looking over his shoulder. Waiting for his Pa to bang down the door and see he was living in sin. Unwed living under the same room as a woman. A gay woman at that.
So, as much as Dennis hated leaving Trinity, he said yes and moved in with Robby. Theyâve sort of become friends in the 2 months heâs been here. Theyâve eat dinner together sometimes. Mostly they respect each others space, especially after long days. He does miss when Trinity would drag him out of his room to watch Greyâs Anatomy and make fun of all the medical inaccuracies.
Heâs actually missing Trinity a lot right now. Itâs 3am and he canât slept. Tossing and turning ever since his shift ended. It was a really bad one. Neither he or Robby said anything when they got home. Just when straight to their individual rooms and tried to sleep.
He huffs and finally decides to get up and get some water, maybe a snack will help too. He walks the the kitchen in just grey undershirt and his boxers. Not bothering with the kitchen light, he walks straight to the cabinet, grabs a glass, and sticks it under the water dispenser in the fridge.
âWhitaker?â He turns and Robby is sitting on the sofa. It looks like heâs watching some old history channel documentary. âCouldnât sleep either?â
âNo, I just came to grab some water.â
âCome sit. I made a frozen pizzaâ Dennis goes and sure enough thereâs a half eaten pizza on the coffee table. He grabs a slice and sits next to Robby on the sofa. They sit in silence for a while, here and there they make comments about the show. Dennis eyes Robby from his peripheral view. He looks comfy, homely. Heâs sitting in black pajama pants and a worn navy blue cotton tee thatâs probably older than Dennis himself. He sees his Magen David resting against his shirt. The light from the tv reflects off the gold.
âDo you still practice?â He gestures to the necklace. Fully turning to face Robby. He doesnât know why he asks. Heâs actually curious. Living with Robby he knows he doesnât practice kosher. He wonders why he still wears the necklace.
Robby looks down and takes the pendent between his thumb and forefinger. âNo I donât. I havenât since my grandmother passed when I was in college. I mostly wear in remembrance of her.â Oh so thatâs why. Heâs heard about Robbyâs grandmother here and there. He guesses his mother wasnât around much but he tries not to pry into his private life. âWhat about you?â
Dennis looks down and at first glance, thereâs nothing. He slowly pulls the silver cross from under his shirt and follows Robbyâs hold on his own pendent. He always keeps it under his shirt. He wonders how and when Robby saw it. âItâs⊠complicated.â He settles on. He doesnât really want to go into detail about his crisis of faith right now.
Robby turns to face him more fully now. Elbow on the back of the sofa and palm resting on his head. âComplicated how?â He asks.
Dennis bites the inside of his cheek. Trying to figure out what to say without saying too much. âMy parents are very old school on religion. Strict, I guess. Itâs been hard trying to break old habitsâ
Robby furrows his brow. âSo youâre trying to break old habits because you donât believe anymore?â
âI donât really know actually.â Dennis answers honestly. âI think I jump back and forth between yes I believe and no I donât a lot.â He doesnât know why heâs being so honest right now. This is the most heâs ever talked about his home life, and heâs barely scratching the surface.
âAnd what habits are you trying to break?â He sounds genuinely curious. Like he just wants to know more about Dennis. He makes him feel⊠safe almost. Something he hasnât really felt in a long time. Maybe thatâs why he answers without thinking.
âOh you know, thinking Iâm spending eternity in hell for every bad thought. Spending hours kneeling in rice trying to make up penance. You know all that good stuffâ He kind of laughs as he says it. Because to him it really is funny. Donât all Catholics do that?
Robby is not laughing though. Heâs looking at him very intently. He looks down where Dennis is sitting on the sofa, at Dennisâ knees where his legs are folded under him, and Dennis suddenly feels naked. Heâs very aware thatâs heâs only in boxers. Why did he come out only in boxers?
He slowly puts his hand over his knee, and Dennis flinches. Not because it hurts. The cuts on his knees from two weeks ago have long scabbed. Thereâs hundreds of them sitting on top of scars of a thousand more. He flinches because Robby is touching him. He feels seen by Robby. Too seen. Naked and exposed to apart of himself he thought he closed off to the public when he left for college. Why did he say those things? Heâs always very aware of what his lets others know about himself.
âDennis.â Robby says in a soft tone. Heâs talking to him in that voice he uses for scared and abused patients. Dennis doesnât like that. He wasnât abused! He blinks away tears that threaten to fall. He should go. Heâs about to freak out and Robby doesnât need to see any more of him tonight. âDennis, do you still do that? Kneel in rice when you feel like youâve messed up?â
Dennis stands suddenly at that. So sudden that Robby jumps back. Great. Now Robbyâs scared of him. âI should go.â He says so fast that Robby barely catches the words. He rushes out of the living room and when he gets to his room he slams the door and locks it. He leans his back against the door and tries to catch his breath. The doctor side of his brain knows heâs having a panic attack, but the other side wonât allow himself to admit it. Heâs fine. Heâs a doctor. Heâs a man. He doesnât have panic attacks. He just needs to breathe.
A knock at the door jostles him a little bit. âDennis.â Robby says, so caring and kind. âAre you okay? Just come out. We can talk about this. Or we donât have to talk. I just want to make sure youâre okay.â
Dennis
He realized now Robbyâs been calling him by his first name. Not Whitaker like he usually does. Fresh tears roll down his face. The way his name sounds coming out of his mouth, soft and caring, makes his stomach turn. In a good way? In a bad way? He doesnât know. It gets confusing in his mind.
The tears donât stop rolling. His brain is yelling at him. Quit crying and whining like a little girl. The voice sounds similar to his fatherâs.
Fuck this. He pushes himself off the door and shoving random clothes into his back pack. Some of it his, some of it Robbyâs. Old clothes from college that didnât fit anymore so he gave to Dennis. When heâs done he shoves his legs into a random shorts and his shoes, then throws the backpack on.
He pauses before opening the door. Itâs silent on the other side now. Maybe Robby went to bed. He hopes so, he doesnât want to face him when he leaves. Is he over reacting? He is huffing and puffing like a little girl, like his brain said. If only his Pa could see him now.
Before he can change his mind he throws the door open and hurries to the front door. He thinks heâs in the clear until he gets to the living room. Robby is standing there in the middle, on the phone. His big worried eyes find Dennisâ sad ones.
âHold on Jack-â he says on the phone. Welp. Now Dr. Abbott knows heâs fucked up too. Thatâs okay. At least he doesnât see Dr. Abbott all that much. âDennis, are you leaving?â
There it is again. Dennis. His thoughts are all over the place. Bits and pieces of everything heâs panicking about.
Robbyâs voice.
Robbyâs sad eyes.
Trinity.
His Pa.
The farm.
His feelings for Robby.
Jesus.
The incident.
Kneeling.
Kneeling.
Kneeling.
âIm sorry. I canât stay. I shouldâve left a long time ago. Sorry for intruding on your space.â Robby looks confused. He walks up putting his big hand against his neck. Dennis wants be soothed like he usually does. Instead he tenses at the contact. He knows Robby feels it because he grips him a little harder after. As if heâs going to force Dennis to stay put.
âDennis. Youâre not intruding. I invited you to stay. I wanted you to stay. Itâs late and we have a shift in a couple hours. Why donât we just go to bed. We can sort it out tomorrow yeah?â
Wanted. Robby wanted him. It makes his skin crawl with disgust. Or with desire? Again he canât tell.
âIm sorry for bothering you Dr. Robby. Iâll see you at work.â Dr. Robby. The final nail in the coffin that hopefully Robby will understand. They canât be friends. Dennis canât have a crush on his boss. His male boss. They need to be coworkers and nothing more. Itâs better for everyone that way.
Robby genuinely looks like he might cry at Dennisâ words. Dennis is already crying, he doesnât need Robby to add to that. So, he shakes Robbyâs hand off and rushes out the front door, letting it slam shut behind him. Robby doesnât follow.
Dennis can barely catch his breath as heâs walking. He doesnât know where heâs going, but heâs been homeless before he guesses he can do it again. He canât go back to the hospital, he has a feeling Dr. Abbott is keeping a look out for him. Instead he wonders nowhere in particular. Itâs cold out and heâs wearing shorts and a tee shirt. Hes shivering so hard he thinks he might pass out soon just from all the energy heâs exerting to keep warm.
He keeps repeating to himself everything is fine. Robby will forget. Heâll go back to work and act like nothing happened. If Robby persists maybe he can see about switching programs. Itâs late in the year, and he canât really afford a gap year. But heâll do it if he has to.
After 30 minutes on wondering, his feet unknowingly bring him to a front door. The door of the only other place heâs ever felt safe. Trinitys.
Trans!Dennis who has never been able to orgasm from head before so he always tries to lead them away from it so he doesnât have to fake an orgasm again.
When he starts dating Robby everytime they have sex and Robby begins trailing kisses down his chest Dennis pulls him back up instead making out with him. Heâll attempt to flip him over instead and give Robby a blowjob or smth.
One day Robby begs Dennis to finally let him eat him out when Dennis tells him why he doesnât like when people give him head.
âPlease Den just let me try. I promise Iâll stop if you donât feel anything and we can just do something else.â
Dennis reluctantly agrees, but boy is he glad he did.
As soon as Robby starts trailing kisses against his inner thigh and the first stroke of his tongue against his slick hole is like heaven. His back immediately is bowing of the bed.
âFuck Robby- shit that feels so good!â
Robby just chuckles sending waves of sparks up Dennisâ spine.
Robby alternates between tonguing at his hole and sucking on his t-dick.
Finally Dennis has reached his climax for the first time via head.
As Robby kisses back up his body to Dennisâ face, Dennis is panting before leaning in to kiss Robby, moaning at the taste of himself on Robbyâs lips.
âSo, did you like it? Better than you thought?â
âYes Robby. Fuck. Thank you.â Dennis replies before leaning in to kiss him again.
Now Dennis is always begging Robby to give him head.
Robby knocked softly on the door. He'd told the pup he could shower before they went to the store. Robby felt a little selfish but he didn't want the kid to smell like the pound anymore. He wanted those soft golden curls and blonde hair to smell like him.
He slowly opened the door, calling out to the hybrid once more. "Denny, I'm coming in now. Please say something if you don't want me to. I'll cover my eyes, I just need to make sure you're okay."
He heard a faint snuffling sound from the shower as he plastered a hand across his eyes. Reaching out blindly, he found the vanity counter to stabilize himself.
"Dennis? Answer me, kid. Are you alright?"
More snuffles and then the shower door was opening, the sound of the water streaming on the shower tiles growing louder.
"You can look . . . Sir. I don't mind." Came a weak voice from somewhere inside.
Robby slowly pulled his hand away and was met with the sight of Dennis sitting on the shower floor, knees to his chest with his arms crossed in front of his legs.
"Hey pup. What's taking so long? You've been in here a while. . . Don't you wanna go pick out some new toys from the store?"
His tone was gentle. Concerned. Dennis looked up at him through his lashes before glancing back down at his knees.
"I-I don't know how . . . Sir."
"How to what?"
"They used to just spray me with the hose."
Ah. Robby reached forward and grabbed the shampoo and conditioner, then knelt down on his knees.
"Can you sit a little closer pup--out of the stream? I'll help you."
Dennis snapped his head up, nodding and scrambling up so his knees were underneath him again. In doing so, Robby got an eyeful of soft golden fur trailing down from the hybrid's belly button to crown his soft cock. It wasn't terribly big, but it was a good looking cocklet that had Robby blushing and glancing away quickly.
Robby decidedly kept his eyes northbound, focused on scrubbing the suds into the boy's hair--careful not to get any shampoo in his ears. As he worked on lathering the products into the pup's hair, he tasked the boy with washing his own body. Robby handed him his eucalyptus soap, secretly pleased when the boy sniffed at it and started wagging his water-logged tail limply.
Once they got him all cleaned up, Dennis surprised Robby with a full-body shake, flinging water droplets all over the bathroom. Robby smiled as he wiped a towel over his now wet face and beard. Guess they'll be having him do that with the shower door closed in the future.
Robby stripped out of his damp shirt to change into a fresh one and caught Dennis eyeing him up. The hybrid stood in the middle of his room, stark naked and Robby accidentally caught another sight of the boy's now slightly hardened cocklet. Dennis continued to stare at the expanse of Robby's hairy chest and tummy until Robby eventually put on another shirt.
Robby let the boy pick out some clothes from his closet, after handing him a clean pair of his own boxers which hung off of his hips loosely. He wanted to burn the rags the boy came home in from the pound. They'd need to go shopping for everything, he realized. It was no matter, he had years worth of an attending's salary burning a hole in his bank account anyways.
Dennis came out of Robby's closet wearing a pair of scrub pants, a Green Day shirt, and Robby's Beers of the Burgh hoodie. Robby smiled at the endearing sight. The clothes hung on his frame and his ears were folded sideways as he sought Robby's approval.
"Okay pup, let's go shopping."
The boy perked up and excitedly followed Robby down the stairs, hopping in the car and buckling himself in this time. He was a smart pup. Only needed to be shown once before figuring things out on his own.
They went to the general hybrid department store. It had everything under the sun from clothing, dog beds, and fur shampoo all the way to collars, harnesses, and sex toys. The two of them went aisle by aisle. Robby had to encourage Dennis quite a few times in order to get the boy to start picking things out.
He didn't seem to care much for clothes, pleading with Robby not to waste his money. Robby cursed himself as he secretly debated just keeping the boy naked at home. No need for clothes if he was gonna keep him warm, fed, and happy all the time. What's that saying again-- fed and bred keeps 'em happy in bed . . .
Robby shook the dirty thoughts from his head as he helped the boy pick out enough outfits for a whole week of clothes. He had a feeling they wouldn't be worn much, the boy seemed to prefer borrowing Robby's clothes by the way he kept sniffing at the hem of the old tee and smiling.
Nevertheless, Robby wanted to make sure Dennis had everything he'd ever want or need. They were both relieved when they finally moved on to the next aisle.
To Bush, Or Not To Bush. That Is the Question- Trans! Dennis Whitaker
(A/N): I keep seeing these posts and comments about bushes specifically Robbyâs reaction to Dennisâs bush (wilderness) and what would happen if Dennis decided to shave it. So I humbly offer you this one-shot.
Thinking about trans Dennis who hasnât shaved since starting his transition.
His mother had always insisted that women were supposed to be hairless, that men preferred their wives to not have body hair. She swore that women having body hair was simply unhygienicâ which now, as a medical professional, he knows isnât trueâ so the second Dennis started going through puberty, his mother handed him a razor and a bar of soap and told him to keep himself proper. Dennis had scowled but endured it even though heâd get terrible razor bumps and ingrown hairs.
He hated it then and he still hates it now.
Truthfully, he hadnât really thought about it since leaving Nebraska, a few months before he actually started his transition. The few partners he had prior to med school (all one night stands) hadnât been that put off by body hair, so Dennis figured that shaving was purely for cosmetic purposes, and that his motherâs bullshit agenda was just that; an agenda, propaganda to scare him as a child.
It never really clicked to him that, like his mother insisted, some people might actually prefer their partners to be groomed.
When he started Dating Michael Robinavitch, who tells Dennis that heâs a MUNCH (Dennis had never heard that term before and had turned an embarrassing shade of fire truck red when it had been explained to him), and gets his first taste of heaven in the form of Robbyâs tongue parting through his folds, lapping at his cunt and wrapping his lips around Dennisâs dick, the idea of shaving goes straight out of the window as he cums so hard the first time, that he pulls on poor Robbyâs hair so violently that the older man yelps.
Robby has never complained about his pubic hair. Heâs a hairy guy himself, which Dennis adores, so obviously Dennis doesnât consider the possibility that his boyfriend may not like how bushy he is.
Until, during one very odd shift, he meets a drunken patient who comes in with his (equally as drunk) pals. Talking shit about womenâs bodies like they are objects and not people.
âIâm telling you, man!â Dennis overhears one of them say, âsome bush is okay, but, like, at least trim the hedges, you know? Went down on her and found a pube in my mouth, total fucking turn off.â
Dennis stills instantly, listening into the conversation as a round of agreement and laughter spills behind the cracked door.
âI prefer âem bald.â The patient says, âespecially if Iâm eating her out.â
Dennisâs brow furrows as the third one adds a comment. âGod forbid she has ass hair! I mean, Jesus! You remember Allison? From Chem?â
Thereâs another round of laughter and shame forms a pit in Dennisâs stomach as the revelation hits. Would Robby prefer him to be hairless? Dennis is on testosterone, his whole lower body is covered in blonde hairs. Does he find it disgusting?
Thereâs a flare of panic, and suddenly thoughts are running through his mind as he compares his hairy body to the likes of these hairless women that the drunk guys are discussing.
He is quieter for the rest of shift. Quiet enough that Trinity notices almost immediately.
âOkay, whatâs up with you?â She asks when theyâre chatting. âYouâve got that sad mouse look.â
âI do not have a âsad mouseâ look!â
âDo too.â He bites the inside of his lip, head tucking slightly. She instantly goes from slightly joking to straight up concerned. âDennis? Seriously? Whatâs wrong?â
âIââ how does he even go about explaining this, âdo you shave?â
She blinks at him. âWhat?â
âYou knowâ like⊠down there?â
âI hardly believe thatâs your business.â She folds her arms across her chest.
âItâs notâ arghâ Iâve just been thinking about shaving again, itâs getting to be⊠too much?â
Trinity raises a skeptical brow. âUh-huh. Any specific reason why? Are you doing this for yourself? Or for someone else?â
âMyself.â He lies meekly. âI just- itâs been a while, and I get really bad razor bumps, soââ
âHave you ever thought about waxing?â She interrupts.
âWaxing?â
Trinity shrugs. âYeah? I go to this place called the Wax Bar, the one thatâs a few blocks from our apartment, and theyâre pretty good.â
âDoesnât it hurt though?â
âOnly for like thirty minutes, then itâs smooth sailing. Figurative and literally.â She grins at him, âIâm going there tomorrow if you want to come?â
He contemplates it for a moment. Then he recalls the menâs conversation from earlier, immediately followed by the made up image of Robbyâs face curled in disgust, and agrees. âyeah, alright. Letâs do it.â
Let it be known that Trinity Santos is a complete liar.
Dennis figures that out pretty quickly when the first strip of wax has him yelling expletives that would have his mama washing his mouth out with soap if sheâd heard him.
By the end of the session with the very lovely older Russian woman named Lana âwho Dennis almost decked at several points, but thatâs not relevantâ his crotch is red hot and sticking uncomfortably to his boxers.
âYouâre walking like youâve just gotten off of a horse.â She snorts when he glares at her.
âWhat happened to âit doesnât hurt that badâ?â He hisses.
âOh quit it. Youâre such a baby!â
âThis canât be normal.â He groans, âit feels like fire.â
âItâll calm down,â she laughs as they get into the car to go home. (Well, Trinity gets into the car, Dennis moves so gingerly that trinity rolls her eyes.)
Sheâs right. It does calm down. But it took baby oil, and some frozen peas for it to finally stop pulsing.
âHowâs it feeling, Huck?â Trinity enters the bathroom without warning while heâs inspecting himself in the mirror. He wraps his towel back around himself, barely managing to conceal himself before she barges in.
âJesus!â He shouts.
She whistles, clearly catching sight of his naked form just as he covers himself. âLooking smoother than a baby seal!â
âIs the concept of privacy nonexistent for you?â
âBasically.â She shrugs, continuing into the bathroom. âHope you arenât planning on seducing our boss tonight, youâre supposed to wait at least 24 hours before having sex after getting a fresh wax.â
He sputters, cheeks going red. âI am notâ! We arenâtâ! Ugh, youâre impossible!â
He storms out while she cackles.
Dennis does, in fact, not go over Robbyâs that night. He wants to, desperately, he wants to, but he refrains. Even when Robby shoots him a text, asking if heâs coming around tonight, he declines. (Itâs a hardship on both their parts, but Dennis promises that heâll come over tomorrow with a surprise, which Robby seems very enthusiastic about.)
He spends the whole night tossing and turning with slight anxiety, then following morning he is hyping himself up in his full length mirror while trying to figure out what to wear.
He settles for the crotchless panties heâd bought himself years ago that heâd never worn, but thought they were too pretty to throw away. It had been hiding in the back of his closet, and Dennis is surprised that they still fit.
The fabric is light blue, satin, with lace on the trim, and a cute bow that sits on the top of his ass. He didnât dress like this. Ever. But, even he has to admit that it is quite a sight.
âRobbyâs going to love it!â He whispers reassurances to himself the whole bus ride to his boyfriendâs townhouse as he fiddles with the hem of his (Robbyâs) worn out t-shirt.
Heâs feeling very brave when he gets to Robbyâs doorstep. Unfortunately, the bravery starts to wane when Robby opens the door and smiles at him.
Dennis doesnât think heâll ever get enough of seeing the way Robbyâs eyes light up when Dennis is in his presence. The way his crows feet become more pronounced, the summertime warmth of his brown irises⊠heâs so beautiful itâs physically painful to look at him sometimes.
âHi, Sweetheart.â Dennis blushes at the moniker. Robbyâs hand shoots out to grab the younger man by the shirt and pulls him into his arms as he shuts the door behind them.
Dennis grins, standing on his tiptoes to kiss Robby on the lips. âMissed you.â
âYeah?â Robby chuckles, rubbing the tip of his nose with Dennisâs. âYou shouldâve come over last night then.â
âI couldnât.â Robby pulls away, giving Dennis a questioning glance.
âIs this about my surprise?â He asks cheekily.
Dennisâs heart speeds up a bit. He tries to smother the anxiety with false confidence. Fake it til you make it, or however the saying goes.
He nods shyly. Then without warning he toes off his sneakers, and undoes his belt. Robby grabs his hands, joking, âChrist, give a man some warning before you go stripping in my foyer!â
âItâs necessary for your⊠surprise.â
Robby cocks his head to the side, then his eyes widen comically. âDen, please tell me you got my name tattooed on your ass.â
âWhat?â He asked bewildered. âNo! Why the fuck would I get your name tattooed on my ass? And why the hell are you so damn excited about that?â
He shrugs. âIâm possessive.â
No shit.
âAlright, if it isnât my name tattooed on your body âwhich I encourage, by the wayââ
âFreak.â Dennis mutters midway through his sentence earning a smack on his butt.
âThen what is it?â
Dennis rolls his eyes and pulls his pants down, stepping out of them entirely to show off his panties and hairless pussy to his boyfriend. Dennis tries to look more enticing than he feels, especially under Robbyâs watchful eyes.
He could see in real time the immediate reaction Robby has the second he spots Dennisâs bare cunt because the man, honest-to-god, drops to his knees and glares at Dennisâs body like it has personally offended him.
The silence is deafening, Robbyâs hands are on Dennisâs hips, unmoving. Dennis begins to squirm under his critique.
Fingers drift from his left hip to the bands of the underwear that sits on either side of his pussy. âWhat- what did you do?â
Shame and insecurity pull at Dennisâs navel. Like a skittish animal, he goes to retreat. To put his pants back on, to tell Robby to forget this ever happened, but Robby locks an arm around the back of his knees, keeping him in place.
âIââ Dennis gulped nervously. âI got waxed.â
Robby pets the smooth skin, âno, I see that. But⊠why?â
âI thought youâd like it.â He bites his lower lip, âdo you not like it?â
Heâs silent once again and Dennis really wants to bolt now, the embarrassment too much for him to handle.
âMy poor baby,â Robby whines from below, voice breaking as though it was genuinely an emotional moment. âHeâs so cold.â
âHe? Whaâ? Oh!â Dennis lets out a noise of surprise when Robby starts placing kisses against his inner thighs, one hand slipping the pretty panties off of his body.
âThese are really nice, Sweetheart. I donât want you to ruin them.â Robby mutters into his skin. Then he presses his nose and mouth onto the younger manâs cunt, inhaling deeply and frowning.
âNot going to lie, youâre giving me really mixed signals right now.â Dennis admits. Robby doesnât spare him a glance, too focused on mapping out the bare pussy in front of him.
âHeâs so naked. Doesnât smell like you.â The attending pouts. âYou butchered my boy, my sweet baby.â
Dennis rolls his eyes at Robbyâs ridiculous performance. âWhy the hell did you do this?â
âIâŠâ Dennisâs nerves flare again, uncertain how to answer. âI heard some guys talking about hair down there and that men donât really like that.â
Robby looks at him like heâs lost his mind as he keeps rambling. âAnd I just thought, we havenât really discussed body hair, and you going down on me must be kinda gross because I am- was- so hairy. I figured maybe I ought to do a little⊠maintenance.â
âHave I ever given you any indication that I dislike your bush?â Robby asks genuinely.
âWell, no, butââ
âIâm a grown man.â Robby states. âI can handle a jungle.â
âYeah, but those guysââ he tries to argue.
âAre fucking babies if they donât eat cunt just cause theyâre scared of a little pubic hair.â Robby licks at Dennisâs cock, still somewhat sensitive from the waxing despite how long itâs been since he got it done. âThis is nice, donât get me wrong, I appreciate the sentiment, but I want you au natural. Donât ever do this to my poor baby again.â
Robby smothers himself in Dennisâs pussy, eating him out right there against the doorframe. Making him whine, purr, beg, shout, cum all over his beard and lips til heâs dripping on the floor tiles below.
When Robby stands with a groan, knees cracking, he takes a flushed and dazed Dennis by the hands and smiles down at him lovingly.
âIf you ever shave or wax my poor pussy again, I swear to god I will shave my beard. Then weâll both be sad.â He punctuated the threat with a kiss and a pat to Dennisâs head. âMove it, Whitaker, I gotta keep him warm.â
Dennis stumbles stupidly down the hall, following his boyfriend to the bedroom with only one thought. He cannot go hairless again. As much as he loves Robby, Dennis is entirely sure that he will actually cry if he shaves his beard.
When he catches up with Robby, both void of all clothing, Robby looks down at Dennisâs pussy and sighs. âNext time, just get the fucking tattoo.â
Um I guess there are endless small, doe-eyed creatures to compare Dennis to, and I failed to consider Bunny Dennis, with long droopy ears and a little puff of a tail. When he starts dating married bear!Robby and wolf!Abbot, people are worried about him. The abuse that's possible in a prey/predator relationship is a well-known phenomenon, and people can't help but be concerned when they see this timid bunny with teary eyes always tucked in between Abbot and Robby, who are intimidating even amongst other apex predators. Little do they know that Dennis only feels safe with them looming over him.
Dennis himself is unitimidating, and something about his ears and tail make him approachable because he has spent his whole life fending off unsolicited touches, from petting to painful tugging. People are always ready to walk all over him, and he has had to work so much harder to overcome the preconceived expectations everyone has for bunnies. Predators, and even other prey animals, have taken one look at him and tried to bully him, flashing sharp teeth and claws at him. All of it had amplified his prey instincts, which were already strong in bunnies, leading to him being tense, meek, and guarded. He knew it only reinforced negative stereotypes about bunnies being instinct-driven and anxious, but it wasn't his fault in the first place!
But with Robby and Abbot, Dennis feels safe for the first time. He trusts them completely. Otherwise, being held in large, clawed hands and nipped with sharp canines might stress him out. Being carried in arms that could easily hurt him might scare him if he didn't know utterly completely in his heart that they would never. Being with Robby and Abbot is like finally being able to breathe for the first time. Dennis has never slept better than when he's curled up in their den, both of the bigger hybrids wrapped around him. He's able to give things all of his attention when he knows Robby or Abbott are there, watching his back. He goes out for the first time since college at Trinity's behest because Robby and Abbot because he knows no one is going to grab his ears or manhandle him with his guard dogs nearby.
Also bunny libidoâŠAnd Dennis is so shy about it, both because of his own reserved personality and inexperience, but also because people constantly mock and belittle bunnies for it. He's had dates ruined because they'll pounce on Dennis, hands in his pants, without a word of warning, because it's just an expectation that he wants it. One raccoon had responded to Dennis' surprised cry to stop by telling him he knows he wants it because he was "just a horny rabbit." Shame had bloomed in Dennis' chest, and he had fled. That had been Dennis' last attempt at dating.
Robby and Abbot have never assumed like that. They never even make some off-handed joke about it like Trinity occasionally does. The first time Robby witnesses a patient make a crass remark about Dennis' ears he gets so frustrated a growl comes into his voice as he tears the patient a new one. After, when they're discussing treatment outside the patient's room, Robby tells him to hand off the case to Trinity or Mel so he doesn't have "to go anywhere near that asshole" while he subconsciously brings a large palm up to pet one of his ears. Dennis prays he's too upset and distracted to notice the frantic, happy twitching of his tail and his bright blush.
When they do finally get together, and things get heated, Dennis nearly cries from embarrassment when he has to pause things to admit he's a virgin, in every sense of the word. He resolutely avoids eye contact as he anxiously waits for a response. The embarrassment is made all the worse by the stereotype that looms over Dennis that says rabbits can't keep anything in their pants. "I know what everyone thinks about bunnies, but that's not me, and I get it if you want me to leave-"
He's interrupted by a growl from Abbot who carefully explains that under no circumstances do they want Dennis to leave, but they do want him to be comfortable. They night goes smoothly after that, and definitely begins Robby and Abbot's increasing awareness of how hypersexualized bunnies are, and how that has hurt Dennis.
Spring is the worst for Dennis. He's suddenly filled with buzzy, antsy energy, and now that he's waking up in between two of the hottest men he has ever had the pleasure of seeing, all that energy goes straight to Dennis' libido. Waking up to Dennis nuzzling at one of their crotches, leaving patches of saliva at he mouths at their briefs, becomes a common occurrence. They have to plan more carefully when they have sex now because Dennis will demand at least two rounds, or else they will have a petulant, unsatisfied bunny presenting on their bed, tail twitching angrily, until they are ready again.
Uh I got carried away, but I really liked the idea of Park, like everyone else, falling victim to Whitaker's inevitable charm. This is a ramble and completely unedited. :) I think of this as a part of my other Puppy!Dennis drabbles where he's kind of a traumatized rescue.
Mmmm Abbot and Robby being old friends with Park the Shark and they have him over to watch the game and have some beers.
Puppy Dennis who is not a fan, immediately. As soon as Park arrives he's hiding behind the couch, ears flat and tail tucked.
His intuition is only confirmed when Park huffs and makes an offhanded comment. "Not a very polite puppy. You guys never shut up about how sweet he is," Park grumbled.
Dennis felt his shoulders hunch as he tried to make himself smaller, ashamed. He was Jack and Robby's good boy. He tried so hard to be their good boy, but no bone in his body wanted to go greet the tall, severe-looking man.
"He is a sweet puppy, and he's shy," Abbot said pointedly as he grabbed drinks for them.
"Be nice, and maybe you'll earn that sweetness," Robby added. Park scoffed.
Dennis was relieved they weren't mad at him.
They all settled on the couch and turned on the game. Robby was in his recliner and Jack and Park sat on opposite sides of the couch.
After a little while Dennis crept behind the couch so he could curl up on the cushion at Robby's feet that they kept for these very moments. He settled down after a few little turns, tail tucked close as he leaned against Robby's leg and rested his head on his thigh. He still watched Park warily, glancing at him every now and then, but Robby had also settled a hand in his hair and was absently rubbing his ears. Jack threw out his occasional quips at the game that had the other men huffing, and Dennis began to relax, almost dozing.
He was alert again when Jack got up, asking Robby to help him take off his leg as he headed to their bedroom. Robby got up to follow and Dennis was about to rise but Robby stopped him with a hand in his hair.
"No, stay, baby, we'll be right back."
Dennis didn't even have time to protest before he disappeared down the hall. He gave park a nervous glance. He wanted to follow his owners, but Robby had told him to stay and he was a good boy.
"They'll be right back."
Dennis was startled out of his thoughts by Park.
"What, haven't developed that object permanence yet?"
Dennis felt his ears lower, hurt. He had a lot of experience with people treating him like he was an actual animal, always insulting his intelligence, but not in his home, not where he was safe with Jack and Robby.
Park sighed, and to Dennis' surprise, he muttered: "I'm sorry." Dennis could only watch him with caution.
"I've, uh, never met a hybrid, or even had a pet for that matter," he confessed. "And I'm not exactly known for my warm personality. I don't know what to do with you."
Dennis felt a touch of warmth in his chest at the vulnerability. He could imagine how hard even this confession was for the stoic, harsh man just from what he's heard from Jack and Robby and their brief interaction.
There was a defeated expression in his pressed lips.
Slowly, Dennis approached and placed his little cushion near the other man's feet. He settled himself on it once again and tentatively leaned against the couch. He wasn't touching the man, but there was only a handful of inches between his head and Park's thigh. He held himself very still, and he could feel the tension in the man next to him.
After a long moment, Park lifted his hand, brushing a finger down Dennis' ear so gently, as if asking for his permission. Dennis tilted his head into the touch, encouraging, and Park gingerly pet his ears. It was awkward, and not necessarily comfortable because he kept brushing the fur in the wrong direction, but Dennis was relieved and happy.
Jack and Robby return and they're obviously so charmed that Dennis was softened Park's defenses. They're so besotted by their unbelievably sweet puppy and proud of Park for pushing past his discomfort and actually expressing himself in ways other than sarcasm and insults.
Queue them bonding. Dennis is still learning about the positive aspects of the relationships he can have with people, when it's almost always been bad in the past, and Park is learning how to engage with hybrids in the first place. Park is very charmed by Dennis. He is so polite and well-behaved that he kind of sets an unrealistic expectation for hybrids. Park later meets some hybrids that are rambunctious, or they don't listen, or god forbid they chew on shoes or clothes. He's scandalized because Dennis would never. He's just a little angel who wants to cuddle, and it renews his appreciation for the Hucklerabbot household.
Robby and Jack are just happy they can have one of their oldest friends around more without worrying about him traumatizing their puppy and Dennis gets more positive to exposure to people.
There's a shift hand-off and they're meeting in the park like usual, although it's a fuller crowd and even Park has shown up. Abbot isn't scheduled to work for the week, so he's come to pick up Robby, and he brings their puppy who's still very shy but a lot less fearful nowadays.
All the Pittlings are cooing over the puppy, but none of them approach because he's practically hiding behind Robby and Jack, but then Park comes to say hi to Jack and Dennis is bounding into his arms for a hug, tail wagging.
All the Pittlings want to yank the puppy out of the big, scary man's arms and they're left even more shocked when Park laughs. An actual laugh, with a little smile, and he's hugging Dennis back while he strokes one of his ears. They cannot believe their eyes and they can't decide if they're more afraid for the puppy or jealous of Park who's seems to be the only other person Dennis isn't afraid of.
"You're ruining his big, bad reputation, pup," Jack says with his signature, amused smirk.
Dennis hesitates, unsure if it actually bothers Park, only for the surgeon to scoff and pull Dennis back into a side hug.
"They're the ones who are scared of me, it's not my reputation to ruin."
At some point throughout the night, Dennis had lost Robby. Heâd been right by his side then suddenly he had vanished. Dennis thinks it was when Trinity forced him to do the dirty dancing lift, the crowd had definitely dispersed when theyâd done that. Thank God it was something theyâd before and he hadnât had much to drink or else he was sure theyâd have both ended up on the floor.
Heâd enjoyed dancing with Robby tonight, he also enjoyed doing other stuff with Robby tonight. Dennis thought the other man would shy away from his touch as soon as they were in front of their colleagues but he didnât. He happily let Dennis dance around him and on him. He even laughed when Dennis forced him to move a little more with his hands on his hips.
But now he had lost him and when the promise of going back to Robbyâs had been placed on the table, he was determined to find him.
He wandered around the bar hoping to spot him, the delightful man he met earlier had some poor boy pinned against a wall. Dennis was tempted to intervene but he had bigger fish to fry. He glanced up at the private floor theyâd rented but it was empty, everybody was either dancing or theyâd called it a night.
âYou looking for loverboy?â Trinity asked, grabbing him around the neck and pushing a shot in his hand.
âI think heâs gone home.â Dennis pouted.
âDo the shot and Iâll help you.â She snorted as Dennis quickly downed the shot. âOutside with Abbot.â
He looked out the window to see Robby and Jack stood outside having a smoke, he didnât realise that Robby smoked or maybe he was just the type to have one after a few drinks. It didnât matter either way because Dennis was just relieved that he hadnât left. He was not going to let tonight finish with just a bathroom blow job, he wanted more.
He walked out the bar and sidled up to Robby, taking his hand and curling around his arm. The other man jumped slightly at the contact but he smiled when he realised who it was.
âIâm ready to head home.â Dennis told him, looking up to him with wide eyes that made his intentions clear.
âAre you now?â Jack teased with a laugh but Robby didnât even react, he only had eyes for Dennis.
Robby let himself be pulled away as Dennis led him towards the taxi rank.
âDonât worry about me. Iâm a big boy, I can look after myself.â Jack called after them.
âGoodbye Jack.â Robby shouted back, using his spare hand to flip him off. He could hear Jackâs laugh following them but it didnât bother him, he was happy to go wherever Dennis was taking him.
~~~
Dennis moaned loudly as Robby kissed his neck, he really had a thing for marking him up. Not that Dennis was complaining, he wanted the world to know who he belonged to, and judging by the intensity with which Robby rolled his skin between his teeth, he felt the same.
Theyâd barely made it through the door of the house before they were back in each otherâs arms. There was no suggestion of a night cap or house tour, just pressed against the door with the handle digging in slightly to his hip. The taxi driver was lucky they were so well behaved, because if it had been up to Dennis, he would have been in Robbyâs lap for the entire ride home.
Dennis could feel Robbyâs hand undoing his zipper, lowering his boxers enough to pull out his cock. Dennis let his head drop back against the door when Robby slowly moved his hand, torturously bringing him to full hardness.
Dennis rolled his hips into the touch, desperate for more, but Robby wasnât giving him anything. He was just moving his wrist casually as if Dennis wasnât practically begging beneath him.
âFuck!â Dennis cried out when he felt the heat of Robbyâs cock against his own, he hadnât even realised Robby had undone his own trousers as he was desperately trying to seek out some friction.
Dennis looked down in awe at the sight of them lined up, both fitting snuggly in Robbyâs larger hand. He found it unbelievably sexy to be crowded by the larger man, he wasnât small by any means but Robby was just that little bit bigger. It felt safe in his arms though, fully protected by his bulk.
His mouth watered as he watched the heads bump together with Robbyâs motion. He wanted his cock back in his mouth. He wanted his cock inside him. He wanted to come feeling his cock against his own. God, he just wanted Robby.
âBedroom⊠now.â Dennis panted, gripping at Robbyâs hair. Their first time might not have been what he was expecting but he certainly wasnât going to let Robby fuck him against the door tonight.
Robby pushed Dennis towards the stairs, clearly as eager to get him into his bed as Dennis was. Robby pointed out the bedroom before disappearing into the bathroom, Dennis stripped his clothes as he went like a fun little trail for Robby to follow.
Dennis stepped over the threshold of Robbyâs bedroom with almost a giddy step, heâd been denying himself weeks of imagining his room, imagining writing around on the sheets with his boss above him but now he didnât need to imagine. He threw himself onto the bed and buried his face in Robbyâs pillow, breathing in his intoxicating scent.
He curled his legs up, putting himself on display for Robby when he walked into the room. He wanted to stroke his cock as he leaked onto Robbyâs sheets but he knew he would come just from that.
âFuck.â He heard Robby gasp as he presumably walked back into the room.
âRobby.â Dennis whispered, glancing over his shoulder to see him frozen in the doorway. Eyes wide as he took in the sight of Dennis in his bed.
Robby quickly disposed of his clothes, falling to the floor with a clatter, before he crawled onto the bed behind Dennis, dropping lube and condoms beside Dennisâs knee. Obviously, the reason for the bathroom detour.
With one hand, Robby stroked Dennisâs ass as if he couldnât really believe he was allowed to touch him. With the other, he slowly pushed inside Dennis. He moaned loudly at the stretch. Soon there was a second finger pushing inside as he continued to worship his ass.
âPlease.â Dennis begged, pushing back into his hands. He reached back to grip Robbyâs cock, he needed it inside and he needed it now.
Robby took the hint and wrapped his hand around Dennisâs, both of them guiding his cock towards his entrance. Robby groaned as he felt Dennisâs heat envelope him, welcoming him home.
âFuck baby, youâre perfect.â Robby panted against Dennisâs neck, peppering wet kisses to his spine.
Next time, Dennis wanted to look into Robbyâs eyes as he slid his cock into him but he couldnât resist Robbyâs weight covering him as he breathed in his scent. He was completely consumed by Robby.
Robbyâs hips moved quick, Dennis rocking with the pace and screaming at the feeling. His voice was still hoarse from earlier but that didnât stop him shouting out Robbyâs name.
âYes! Robby! Donât stop! Feels so good.â He cried out with each slam of Robbyâs hip against his ass.
âYou like that?â He grunted. âGoing to come from just my cock?â
âYes, donât need anything else. Just need you.â
In hindsight, Dennis thinks it was a good idea he pushed Robby away in that bathroom because the way heâs making him scream right now the whole bar would have known what was going on in that bathroom. Dennis mentally apologised to his neighbour, the sound of the bedframe hitting the way and his cries of pleasure would surely have woken them up. And, since living with Trinity, he knew that was the last thing anyone wanted to hear at 1 in the morning.
âIâm close.â Robby said, grinding against Dennis.
âMe too.â He agreed, toes curling at the feel of Robbyâs cock inside him so deep.
Robby reached forward and placed his hand on top of Dennisâs, threading their fingers together as he came. It was one of the most intimate and romantic gestures Dennis had ever experienced during sex. Suddenly he was coming with Robby, squeezing his fingers tightly with a scream.
Robby shuddered one last time before he collapsed on top of Dennis, squishing him into the mattress and the wet patch underneath him. But Dennis didnât care, trapped under Robbyâs weight with his now limp cock still buried in his ass was exactly where Dennis wanted to be.
~~~
Robby couldnât remember the last time he had slept so well, it was gone 9 oâclock when he finally woke up. It was the latest heâd slept in a long time. He woke up feeling refreshed with a bone deep satisfaction, but heâd also woken up in an empty bed. He lay still for a moment, desperately listening for the sounds of someone else rattling around the house but he was just met with silence.
Sure, it hurt, but theyâd never explicitly said that it wasnât a one-time thing. It wouldnât be the first time heâd woken up in his bed alone but Dennis didnât seem the type to come and go. Then again, before yesterday, he probably would have said Dennis wasnât the type to suck a man off in a bar toilet.
He knew work would be awkward, especially as neither of them had been particularly subtle in the bar, but theyâd just have to pretend it was a drunken mistake. Clearly to Dennis it was. But theyâd be able to be professional again eventually. Robby had been able to hide his feelings before, he was sure he could do it again.
Robby heard an insistent banging on the door, followed by the doorbell. That was obviously what had woken him from his peaceful sleep in the first place. It was bound to be Amazon, Robby had an embarrassing addiction to ordering gadgets he didnât need that would just end up gathering dust. With a groan he reached down and grabbed his boxers. He knew heâd be giving the delivery driver and eyeful but he honestly didnât care at this point.
âAlright, alright. Iâm coming.â He shouted as the driver held down on the bell as he walked downstairs towards the door.
âSo, there is this thing called breakfast that some of us like to eat.â Dennis said, bustling inside with a quick kiss to Robbyâs shocked lips. âYour cupboards were ridiculously bare.â
Dennis had obviously had a shower before heâd gone out because he smelt like Robbyâs mint shower gel mixed with the to go order in his hand. Robby followed after him like a puppy as he walked to the kitchen, his brain still trying to catch up to what was happening. Dennis hadnât left. Dennis had gone to get them both breakfast and coffee. Dennis was currently laying food out on his counter like he belonged there and Robby never wanted him to leave again.
âYouâre lucky I didnât have to pay for any drinks all night, otherwise my budget would not have stretched to this!â He teased with a wink over his shoulder.
Robby quickly grabbed Dennis by the hips and spun him around, kissing him softly despite the slight morning wood pressing into his hip.
âGood morning to you too.â Dennis smirked against his lips. âFood first though.â
He turned around in Robbyâs arms and continued to arrange the breakfast heâd lovingly purchased. Robby kissed his neck and curls as the man worked. Robby had never been so grateful for a day off before because he just wanted to spend the whole day wrapped up in Dennis. And with the way the other man tilted his head to give Robby more access to his skin, he knew the feeling was mutual.
He was born in Broken Bow, Nebraska, where everyone knew everyone. It was a small community.
He was so sure that he'd stay there. That he'll find his someone there. That he'll start seeing colors pretty much as soon as he starts school.
He was wrong.
There was no pretending. Sure, maybe he could've pretended that he did, in fact, see that the apples were red, the sky was blue, and the ground was yellow, but it was hard to do. So he didn't.
That cost him his identity and dignity.
His parents started to get harsher on him. His brothers made fun of him. His classmates and teachers looked at him with too much pity when there was a particular topic about colors.
That's when he realized that he wasn't giving up. He would find his soulmates somewhere, and he was going to be happy with them.
He wanted and needed to leave this place.
So he did.
Now he was here, in Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center, waking up for his shift at the hospital, where he squatted out. He'd been here since his rotation for Internal Medicine a month ago. Now, it was the first day of his ER rotation.
He was nervous. Sure, he'd been in the ER before during his third year, but he'd heard that PTMC was one of the best ones yet. He wasn't sure how he'd been accepted at all, but he takes the wins he gets.
He got ready in the dingy but functional room. He rinsed his hair, brushed his teeth, and chomped on one of the designated granola bars for the day.
He packed his bag with his things that he didn't want to lose if ever someone did find the room. Then by 6:50 he was out.
âââ
Dennis Whitaker was a changed man. Maybe for the worse, maybe for the best. He'd found his soulmate, and he wasn't homeless anymore.
Okay, maybe he's lying about the soulmate part. Can't he just say that he knew who it was, but since it didn't really seem to matter to the other half, he just... never brought it up, either.
For the first month that he'd lived with Trinity after she found him on the 8th floor, she's been asking subtly if he had a soulmate.
He always answered vaguely. He tried to feign innocence by sometimes messing up colors and their names. He tried, trust him.
It only happened 11 months ago, when he looked for a senior resident to consult, only to be grabbed by Dr. Robby and forced to present.
"Ah ah ah," Dr. Robby said as he grabbed him, forcing him to face the man.
What the fuck.
His eyes suddenly flashed with vibrancy.
What the fuck times two.
A headache formed quickly.
It's so...vibrant. It was brighter than white. The more he blinked, the more he couldn't believe it.
He was seeing colors!
Wait. That meansâ
"You okay, Whitaker?" The man let go of him now; he seemed unbothered by it.
What?
Okay. Maybe Dr. Robby was just keeping it professional for his sake. Yeah. Alright.
"Uh- yeah. I had a case for Dr. Collins?"
And yet. It wasn't brought up. At least once. Nothing.
By the time his rotation ended, there was nothing. Still silent on the whole thing, and it stung.
Was he that unlovable? unworthy?
Maybe he really was.
âââ
He only understood a week later when he saw Jack Abbot.
The first time he'd been acquainted with the man was when he clocked in for the Pittfest shift with his go-bag, which was cool. Then sometimes the man would clock in earlier than he was supposed to. Sometimes he would help pick up cases, or sometimes he would hang around the on-call room.
He saw the night shift attending with Robby. The way they seamlessly moved around difficult cases. Equipment was already handed out to each other before they even spoke. Their diagnoses were clear and concise, and they both knew when to let the other take the lead.
It was undeniable that the two were soulmates. Even before Dennis was in the ED, it was well known that the two were soulmates.
In turn, that meant that Dennis had two soulmates.
He tried to look it up. Maybe there was something fundamentally wrong with him from the start. Maybe this was just a mistake. He knew that people with two soulmates existed; he just didn't think it would be him.
And seriously, not one but two of his attendings?
What a joke.
But nothing came up. There was only one thing that was for sure, and that was it's impossible for one person to be soulmates with one but not the other.
Once he was sure he reached a dead end, he never wanted the ground to swallow him whole.
At least he knew now why his attending hadn't reacted. It was because he already met his other soulmate. There wouldn't be any other indicators otherwise (that may be a lie; there were other indicators, but he chooses to ignore those). He was a delayed soulmate.
Despite all the research saying that a delayed soulmate should eventually introduce himself as one, he concluded that they deserved better than him. They found each other first after all. He didn't want to intrude on their relationship.
Not when they looked so linked. Dennis wanted that too.
So, he kept his distance. It was hard at first, especially since his attending, Robby, had his hands on his neck and shoulders. "Manhandling" (Trinity's words, not his) him every chance the man gets.
But he did. Eventually. He pointedly slipped from Robby's hands as they were about to touch him, and the man seemed to notice.
After that, the attending stopped.
Dennis would be lying if he said that his chest didn't ache at the action, though.
He didn't see the way that Robby furrowed his eyebrows when he did.
âââ
Before he knew it, he was coughing for almost half of his last year in medical school.
He was through his pediatric rotation when he had to take a break because his lungs burned as an object lodged itself there. He felt and heard his breathing get shallow. His chest ached as he felt his lungs getting full of prickly things. 'Almost like branches,' he thought.
Thankfully, somewhere around after Pittfest and after Trinity had taken him in, he was able to afford the pills.
It didn't take him (a medical student) to figure it out. He was stupid but not blind. He knew what he had the moment he saw purple and magenta petals with twinges of blood on his palm. He knew what disease it was.
Hanahaki.
A particular disease for being unrequited love. Victims are people whose soulmates rejected them, or so they thought. Usually can be cured through surgery, admitting the truth, or plainly knowing what they felt wasn't unrequited. It was rare enough not to happen to just about anyone, but it was also fascinating enough to be studied. So, the world decided to study the disease.
Luckily for Dennis, they had developed pills. Pills for the disease that could prolong the lifespan of someone who had the disease. Not cure it but minimize its damage until the person decides to cure it themselves.
It was cheap enough; apparently big pharmaceutical companies care enough about soulmates to let anyone dirt-poor like Dennis survive through it.
He took them. He knows that logically, he should've told someone. Not only so that he can protect himself if ever he did have a Langdon situation, but also so that he can rely on someone if anything ever went sideways.
That privilege was forced out of him when Trinity suddenly barged into his room while he was sitting on his bed and had the bottle of pills in his hand.
"What the fuck is that?!" Trinity shouted. He was sure they were going to get a knock from their neighboring units again.
"Trin! Lower your voice. You'll get us in trouble." He said as he rolled his eyes and took out one pill, swallowing it dry.
She immediately sat down on the mattress. "Did you really justâ?" She went over to him quickly, grabbing the bottle from his hand.
"Hey!" Dennis said, reaching for the container.
Trinity lifted the container up high, making sure the label was facing her so she could read it.
Dennis scrambled behind her as she pushed him with her other arm.
She squinted as she read the label.
Jasminum Samnostreum.
Dennis saw the moment she read the label and knew what it was. He finally gave up on taking the container back.
"What the fuck, Huck?" She said as she lowered the container down.
"Look, I was going to tell you butâ" he sighed.
"But what? Jusko po, Den. You didn't trust me enough to tell me that you had Hanahaki? You know what might happen if you forget to take one of these!" She looked at Dennis. Looking at his eyes, searching for any answers.
Dennis looked away as he muttered, "I know, Trin. It wasn't like that. I trust you. More than anyone in my life. It was just..." he paused, running his hands through his face, "it's just so fucking embarrassing. I don't know." he slowly looked up at Trinity.
Trinity looked back at him with soft eyes and said, "I don't think having a rare disease is embarrassing, Huck. I don't think being rejected by a soulmate is embarrassing."
If he wasn't already crying, he was pretty sure a few tears had already run down his cheeks.
Trinity opened her arms while sitting, offering a hug, which Dennis immediately took.
It was a few minutes of silence after that.
"So who is it?" Trinity broke the silence.
"Can you keep it a secret?" He muttered against Trinity's shoulder.
"When did I ever air out your secret, Huck?" She pulled away and looked at him with wiggly eyebrows.
He chuckled wetly, looking at her. "You literally told Javadi that I had never watched Interstellar before."
"Okay, but this is different. Seriously, Huck. I would never tell anyone."
"There's two.. actually..." He hesitates.
"...okay..."
"Would you be surprised if I told you it's Dr. Robby and Abbot?"
"...what?" Trinity looked at him with wide eyes, as if he grew three heads all of a sudden.
"We know they're both soulmates, and I literally didn't see colors until, in your words, Robby manhandled me."
Trinity laughed loudly, "Okay. What the fuck."
Dennis soon followed too.
Yeah. It is absurd to say it out loud anyway, he thought.
Then Trinity stopped abruptly as if she realized something, then she squinted. The voice was now firm. "Is this the case that you never told them or they literally rejected you? Because I'm telling you right nowâ"
Dennis quickly interrupted her, "I never told them, Trin. So don't go punching your attendings."
"I never said that." She sighed as she now sat at the edge of his bed.
He grins at her, "You implied it."
"Whatever, hucklefuck." She said as she stood up.
She stretched and looked back at him, "Anyway, sappy shit done, that's your dose for the year. You want some palabok? Literally got it delivered, so you better do."
Dennis chuckled as he stood up from his bed too. "Yeah."
And if the two roommates watched a new TV series all night despite having an early shift tomorrow? No one would know except for them. (That's a lie; everyone noticed Santos' grumpy mood and her chugging energy drinks throughout the day.)
And if Trinity constantly reminded him to take his medication? That was for Dennis to notice.
There's a law that all hybrids must be owned by a registered caretaker. The law was originally supposed to be a good thing, to keep hybrids off the streets and in proper homes with good care. But as with many things, the government fucked up and only went halfway. They established the law and enforce it, but don't do any of the work to ensure the hybrids end up in good homes.
Robby told everyone he was taking a sabbatical. Really he just needed a fucking break from everything. He stayed home and rotted on his couch for the first week or so. Too exhausted to properly take care of himself. After that, he got lonely.
One night, at about 2 in the morning, Robby awoke to an ad running on the TV. It was one of those sad shelter dog commercials showing poor little helpless hybrids behind bars. He rolled over on the couch, but couldn't go back to sleep.
Maybe that would be his solution. Most of all, he wanted to feel needed by someone. Maybe he'd rescue one of those poor souls and give it a shot. He'd never really been into hybrid play much, but if the pup didn't wanna go there, he wouldn't force it.
The next day, Robby took a shower (his first one all week) and put on some fresh clothes. As he grabbed his keys, he noticed how messy the townhouse was, so he spent about 45 minutes sprucing up the place. It wasn't perfect, but it hopefully wouldn't horrify the pup when he brought it home.
At the pound, the worker asked some preliminary questions about his job, marital status, finances, and living situation. In almost no time at all, he got a green stamp on his file and was cleared as a registered owner. The next step was finding a good match to adopt.
They asked him some questions about his preferences and Robby started to get a little antsy. Do you want one that can talk? Strapping stud or twink? How young?
He really wasn't sure what he wanted, so he asked if he could just walk through the kennels and see what came of it. As he was strolling down the aisle, he was growled at, barked at, and even pissed at. Jumping away from the stream, his back slammed into the kennel on the other side of the aisle. The bars clattered loudly and a small whimper emerged from behind him.
Robby turned around and was met with the sight of a thin, pale hybrid with big, sad blue eyes. His hair was a dirty blonde, dull and cropped short by staff for cleanliness. A pair of golden ears flopped on his head as the boy curled up in the corner again.
"Hey there." Robby knelt down, trying to make himself appear less intimidating.
The hybrid perked his head up and sniffed the air once, twice, before hesitantly crawling closer. His blue eyes were wide with mistrust and sadness and Robby's heart shattered at the sight.
"It's okay, you can come closer. I won't hurt you. My name is Robby. Can you speak?"
The hybrid assessed him for a moment, before crawling even closer and nodding his head. Robby glanced to the shelter worker, silently asking if he could go into the kennel. She nodded and took a step back to give them a moment. A sad smile appeared on her face as she saw their longest shelter resident finally getting some interest from a potential adopter.
Robby unclipped the external latch and slowly swung the kennel door open, unsure if the hybrid would bolt or cower in the corner. To his pleasant surprise, the boy did neither. He sat up and cocked his head to the side, giving him a goofy look as his ears flopped on his head.
Robby held out his hand for the boy to sniff. The hybrid leaned in closer, his eyes watching Robby's movements carefully as he brought his head down to Robby's hand. To Robby's surprise, he nudged his head against Robby's fingers, asking to be pet. Robby instantly smiled and started scratching behind his ears. The hybrid lit up like a light and his tail full of golden curls flopped out from where it was tucked and started swishing in the air.
"Can you tell me your name?" Robby asked as the hybrid rolled onto his back, exposing his belly as a sign of trust.
"Dennis, b-but sometimes people call me Denny."
"Okay, Denny. Do you want to come home with me?"
Dennis instantly shot up to his feet and dove into Robby's lap, rubbing his body all over the man. His tail was like a helicopter and his eyes were brimming with tears.
Dennis clung to Robby's elbow as the man signed the papers. The official legal documents that stated Dennis now belonged to someone. They scanned the hybrid's microchip between his shoulder blades and registered it under Robby's name and everything.
Dennis refused to let go of Robby's arm the entire time. His wide eyes watching everything that occured, tail swishing side to side. The only time his tail ever stopped wagging and tucked back in was when Robby pushed open the doors to leave.
Dennis planted his feet, staring at the next chapter of his life. The sunlight was streaming down and he blinked his eyes, watching as his owner turned to face him.
"It's okay baby, we're going to get you home and cleaned up and then later, if you want, we can go to the store to get you a few supplies. That sound okay?"
Dennis nodded, a little unsure. He let the man pull him gently towards a car. Robby opened the passenger door for Dennis who slowly sat down. Robby bent over him and buckled the seatbelt in place, grunting as he bent over Dennis to reach. He closed the car door softly and got into the drivers seat.
The ride home was mostly silent. Robby explained to Dennis that he'd never owned or been with a hybrid before and that he was new to this. He felt embarrassed that he hadn't gotten any supplies ready beforehand, but was excited to let Dennis pick out his own things. Dennis just sat there quietly, looking out the window and drinking it all in.
Robby started to wonder if maybe he'd made a mistake. The hybrid's entire demeanor had shifted and he was worried he'd done something to scare the pup somehow. No matter what, he would give the boy a good home. Even if that meant they rarely interacted. Whatever the pup was willing to give, he would gladly accept.
"It's not much, but it's home." Robby said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as the door swung open.
Dennis peered in the doorway with wide eyes, before hesitantly taking a step inside.
"It's okay, Denny. You can go explore if you want. What's mine is yours now too. . . just--uh--don't damage anything and if you need to go potty, there's a toilet."
Robby scratched his beard, wondering if the boy was even potty trained, let alone house trained. Dennis looked to Robby with an unreadable expression on his face. Robby nodded encouragingly at him and the hybrid took off running.
Dennis darted from one room to the next, running in a big circle and sniffing the air before taking off down the hallway to discover more rooms. His tail was wagging so hard it smacked into the couch, then the walls, and then the boy was running up the stairs. Robby chuckled as he saw Dennis excitedly exploring. Maybe this wasn't some colossal mistake after all.
He heard the boy's steps thumping around upstairs before everything went quiet. Robby sighed and walked up the stairs, looking into the office, guest bedroom, and guest bathroom and finding them all empty. He walked over to the last door--the master bedroom, and found Dennis standing there looking at his unmade bed.
Robby blushed as he realized he'd left dirty clothes strewn about in various spots on the floor. The sheets on the bed were rumpled and the nightstand held various bottles and cans.
"You--uh--you don't have to stay in here with me. You can stay in the guest bed if you want."
"Bed?" The boy asked, turning towards Robby.
"Yeah, I mean you can do whatever is most comfortable. We can look into getting you a dog bed as well, for in the living room or something, but you don't have to sleep there at night."
Dennis looked back at Robby's bed and pondered on his thoughts for a moment. Then he turned and kneeled on the ground in front of Robby. He slowly reached forward to tug down Robby's pants.
"Woah, kid, hold up."
The boy's eyes snapped up to his, wide eyes brimming with concern.
"Did I mess up already? I-I know I need to please you a-and you're offering me a bed and I need to be a good boy and thank you for being so nice and please don't send me back, I can do better, I promise!"
"Shhh, Denny, I'm not going to send you back. A-and you don't need to thank me, kid. I don't expect anything from you. I mean--if you wanna go down that route we can certainly discuss it, but I won't force you to do anything you aren't comfortable with. But we don't have to take that step right now, I want you to get settled first before we discus anything of that nature."
The boy eyed him cautiously, pulling his hands back from where they'd paused while undoing Robby's pants. "Y-you don't . . . want me?"
"Jesus kid, of course I want you. But not as some type of "payment", okay? You don't owe me anything. We can live here, as equals, okay?"
"Equals?"
"Yeah."
The boy cocked his head to the side, his ears flopping. He sat there for a moment and considered everything before his tail started slowly wagging. He looked back up at Robby and smiled the most heart-warming, precious smile that Robby had ever seen. It was like the very sun came out and was warming Robby's cold soul.
1.) He discovered this one early into their relationship, when the sex came easier than the actual emotions of it all. When Jack would grip Dennis's hips with his massive hands and dig his thumbs into the divot of Dennis's hips where the nerves there made him tremble. Dennis tried to grip anything else- the pillows, the sheets, his own hair, before one particular down stoke and Jack's thing with his tongue made Dennis's back bow off the bed.
His hands flew down before he could control it, tangling in his silver curls and tugging. Even if he hadn't heard the moan that Jack let out, the vibrations of it down his shaft made Dennis squirm as he gasped out his name.
Jack only came up for air once Dennis had came down his throat, shaking apart in his grip. A faint flicker of curiosity crossed Dennis's brain as he tugged on the curls covering the crown of his head. Jack groaned, his eyelids drooping for a second as the feeling rocked through him before his eyes darted up to Dennis's and he let out a huff of air. He continued his crawl up to bracket Dennis with his arms, craning his neck down.
"Jesus kid, warn a guy." He croaked, pressing a kiss to Dennis's lips.
"Are- are you blushing? Do you like when I do that?" Dennis asked when they parted, still a little breathless and now a little coy at his discovery. It was clear now- a blush colored the man's tan, freckled cheeks.
"Den-nis-" Jack started, only to groan out the second syllable as Dennis tugged again. Dennis grinned and leaned up to kiss him.
"That's hot."
"It's childish, is what it is. 50 years old and I still like getting my hair pulled like I'm a teenager." Jack grumbled into Dennis's neck, trying to kiss down Dennis's neck in a way he knew would distract him, the bastard.
"No it's not, it's hot. Stupid hot. I like making you a little crazy, you do it to me all the time." Dennis whined as Jack's teeth worried at the skin by his collarbone. "Hey, you're doing that on purpose-!"
"If you can talk still I'm not doing my job right, honey." Jack mumbled into his skin, kissing down his chest as Dennis huffed out a sigh of exasperation and let it go. He'd tuck it into his back pocket for later.
2.) To say that he was caught off guard by the smell of chocolate and Guinness when he stepped into his home was an understatement.
He felt his breath snag somewhere, maybe on his ribs, maybe on the ragged edges of the hole his wife had left, as he tried not to stumble his way into the kitchen. Seeing Dennis's broad back and curly dark blonde hair as some easy listening played in the background brought an odd mix of heart warming affection and gentle melancholy. Dennis looked over his shoulder and smiled brightly.
"Hey! Sorry, I- hands were full with frosting stuff, I didn't hear you come in!" Dennis gingerly set down the piping bag and walked around the island to give him a peck on the cheek. "I hope it's okay I'm making a mess in here, I just.. um, I found this recipe? And I thought since it was your birthday tomorrow I'd make it?"
From the small box of recipes tucked into the corner on the counter by the kitchenaid that had been collecting dust was a recipe for "Jack's Birthday Cake." Jack took it from Dennis's hold and thumbed the round edge. Seeing Liz's handwriting on that beaten up little index card squeezed Jack's heart just a bit.
"Yeah- yeah, Den, go nuts. Ask Robby, I could probably burn water if I tried to bake something." He mustered up, giving Dennis back the card as he peered at the cake still half-frosted on the counter. "Lord knows this stuff just collects dust otherwise. I got it to be used."
God, when did Dennis get so close to his sore spots?
"I know it's not your birthday yet but- do you want to have some now?"
"It's close enough. Only, what, a couple more hours?"
"17, actually."
"Mm, semantics."
Jack slid onto a stool as Dennis plated a few slices. He could tell Dennis was nervous about his reaction as he cut into the moist looking cake with his fork and brought it to his mouth.
It was just as delicious as he remembered it. Jack savored the bite before swallowing it and clearing his throat a bit of the rich frosting.
"I haven't⊠it's been a while since I've had this, I'm- thank you, sweetheart." Jack blinked away the concerning prickly burn in his eyes- Jesus should he get checked for something?- as Dennis's smile softened and he gave Jack another longer, gentler kiss.
3.) "I should have known you had ulterior motives." Jack grumbled as he smacked Dennis's wandering hand away, breaking their kiss as Dennis chuckled. "You fuckin' menace."
"Am I not allowed to enjoy my boyfriend's assets?" Dennis asked with a small pout as he wiggled out of his jeans, tossing them in a small pile in the corner of the bathroom.
"I'm getting harassed by my coworker half my age, I should report you to HR."
"I'm your- yeah, you know what, go ahead. Tell them I keep you in the basement too." The sound of the water hitting the tile filled the room with white noise while he unfolded the shower bench.
"Yeah, this kid gropes my ass and keeps a disabled vet in his basement. I get food and water, sunlight on the weekends."
"Who gave you internet access? I took your phone away when you tried to call the cops."
"Santos shows me TikToks when I'm allowed out to go to work." Jack smiled at Dennis's giggle, standing up to hold out an arm for Jack to take. Dennis grunted as Jack pulled himself up and grabbed the bar with his other hand, lowering himself carefully onto the bench. "Don't you ever grunt again when helping me up, you're making me feel fat."
Jack harrumphed as Dennis laughed again, giggling over his grumblings as he settled on the shower floor between Jack's legs. Suds began sluicing over Dennis's shoulders as Jack worked his hands through Dennis's curls, the soft citrus scent steaming the air as Dennis closed his eyes and hummed.
He almost missed it- the way Dennis tilted his head and pressed his lips to the skin of his calf while he was tilting Dennis's head forward to suds up the curls at his nape. He huffed as he felt his cheeks prickle with what he knew was a blush.
"You sap." He murmured, tugging on his curls lightly and making him straighten again.
"Mmm, yeah." Dennis turned himself around and took his calf in his hand, dipping his head to press a firmer kiss to his shin. Jack hated how it made his stomach flip.
"Oh my god, I gotta beat you off with a stick." Jack spluttered, jerking his leg out of Dennis's hold. "What's gotten into you?"
"Just want to kiss my boyfriend, is that illegal?" Dennis pouted up at him. Jack leaned over him to unhook the shower head from the wall and brought it over his hair instead of answering.
4.) Jack never wanted Dennis to feel like he wished he was a woman.
He still liked lingerie, was the problem. He liked when his wife would put on something pretty in whatever color she decided to wear. He kind of missed the feel of his on his hands when he would pet her sides, or the thrill of seeing the strap peak over the waistline of her pants. He liked seeing her shine with that kind of soft confidence of wearing something pretty just for herself.
Dennis had those moments, but it was things like sneakers or a new button up he felt good in. And that was fine. He loved seeing Dennis confident in what he wore.
The incident occurred on his birthday. Dennis had been weird and giggly all morning, rocking on the balls of his feet as Jack finished the breakfast Dennis had made him before saying that he had Jack's gift upstairs. He remembered being a little touched that Dennis made sure to shuffle his feet as he walked behind him, that he expected the hands that went over his eyes and Dennis's voice trying for something sultry as he murmured, "Wanna see your gift?"
It was a joke. It was obviously a joke. The way the cups of the bra gaped from his chest with nothing to fill them, to the glimpse of his dick not even fitting in the tiny lace panties the outfit came with. It all said that Dennis had grabbed it off the rack without a second thought to if it would actually fit.
That didn't make Jack's harsh inhale any less obvious. That didn't stop his eyes roving over the delicate pink lace of the babydoll that fell over his abs and the jut of his hipbones, softened it into something that Jack wanted to sink his teeth into. His eyes darted up to Dennis's face, waiting for the goofy smile or "gotcha!" or any sign that this wasn't what he thought it was.
Dennis's eyes were on his face as Jack wiped his sweaty palms on his sweatpants and shifted slightly.
"Oh- you really like this, huh?" Dennis stepped forward and came to a stop between Jack's legs.
"Dennis-" Jack croaked as the man took his hands and put them around his waist.
"You can touch, you know. It's your gift." He murmured. Jack nodded slowly where his eyes were still locked onto Dennis's abs, sweeping his thumbs over the straps of the panties and swallowing thickly.
"You're gonna kill me, angel."
5.) It was a thing on TikTok that Trinity had sent him with the message, "you should see what Jack does."; a couple walking to the car when the obvious passenger princess hops into the driver's seat while their partner watched incredulously. Usually the person would say something smarmy like "hop in, princess, I've got you." and the rest of the video would be the chaos that ensued. It was funny. Dennis asked why Trinity couldn't do it and she said that Baran locked the car doors until she was right next to the driver's side.
(Most likely due to Trinity's insane driving, but that was something Dennis kept to himself.)
It popped into his head while they were walking back from a dinner date, fingers interlocked as they made their way back to Jack's Santa Fe and climbed inside. It was on impulse that his fingers reached down and plucked the car keys from Jacks' hand and twirled the keychain around his index finger. Jack looked at him, his eyebrow cocked in disbelief.
"And where do you think you're driving with those, Den?"
"I'm driving us home tonight, actually." Dennis replied smoothly. The pedals had been fitted so that Jack could control the gas with his left foot instead of his right, but Dennis wasn't actually planning on driving anyways. Dennis reached over and gripped the meat of his thigh, squeezing it. "I've got it, princess."
If they weren't enclosed in the car and close to him, he probably wouldn't have caught the hitch to his breath as Jack stumbled over his words. "Ha-ha, very funny Den. Gimme the keys."
Dennis stopped and looked at him, his face slowly stretching into a sly grin. Jack's face looked like a fucking tomato, looking doggedly at the keys or at the car's counsel.
"Did you like that, princess?" He purred, watching Jack's face as he scoffed and his ears slowly reddened. "I'll give you the keys if you admit it."
"How about you give me the keys and I don't spank your ass red at home?" Jack answered, over-the-top gruff and huffy. Dennis grinned in triumph as though that had been the only answer he needed before he gave him the keys. Jack took them and turned, pinching Dennis's arm and earning a yelp as Dennis buckled into the passenger side seat.
(Dennis glowered at Trinity when she laughed at how gingerly he sat the next night.)
+1.) Dennis had prepped a lot for this.
Getting the right lighting, twisting and contorting his body this way and that, trying to figure out his phone timer, making sure he didn't look like he was straining his body, remembering to fix his face from concentrated to lustful. How the fuck did girls do this regularly?
It was worth it seeing himself splayed out in beautiful nude glory, chest arched up so you could make out his stiff nipples through the bralette and abs on tasteful display, leading down to his hard cock and legs carefully bent just so. He didn't even wait to change out of the lingerie before sending it to Jack, his heart pounding as he thought about how he'd react when he saw it. He let out a giddy little laugh as he sent it with the text, "Got something new but couldn't wait to show you :( " before throwing his phone somewhere on the bed.
Fuck, just thinking about Jack opening his phone and then clutching it to his chest again. Would he peak at it throughout his shift? have to adjust himself in his scrubs thinking about Dennis waiting for him at home all wanton and needy? he thinks he got a good glimpse of the plug nestled into his hole, maybe he would daydream about coming home and waking him up with his cock in Dennis's hole.
The vibrating pattern of Jack's ringtone made Dennis sit upright, staring at the device as that giddiness rose up in him again. He almost didn't want to look, Jesus Christ.
With bated breath he opened his phone and looked at the text, biting his lip as he read-
A thumbs up.
A thumbs up on his nude.
With a follow up text of "Nice."
"What the fuck?" Dennis blurted out to the empty room, the giddiness fizzling out into cool disappointment. He put on this itchy as fuck lace and posed for a whole half hour just for a fucking "Nice"?! He scoffed and stomped to the bathroom to change back into the college t-shirt and boxers he had on.
("I was flustered, baby, I was, it was the hottest thing I've ever seen! I didn't know how to reply, that's how much you broke my brain, sweetheart!" Jack would later wheedle, borderline whine as Dennis scowled at him and rolled his eyes.
"More than a fucking 'nice' would have been fine." Dennis huffed, rolling on his side to face away from him. A hand on his ankle made him yelp as Jack dragged him bodily across the bed, bracketing him in with his arms.
"Lemme show you how much I loved it, please?" He asked, brow furrowed and body stock still as he waited for Dennis's response.
"You fuckin' better.")
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THIS WAS SO FUNNNN gimme more flustered babygirl Jack Abbot actually, I need it bad.
If you want more a more intricate, grief-centered, beautiful piece with similar premises to #2 then I would go check out @queer-reader-07 's post HERE! We thought it would be fun to post these at the same time :D
robby will not let his boyfriend take care of him when heâs sick, he could have a fever of 105°F and still be up shuffling around the house, insisting heâs fine
so dennis had to get creative. thatâs where the sexy nurse outfit comes in. he felt so stupid putting it on the first time but it actually fucking worked
as soon as robby saw him, he stopped dead in his tracks. he was cleaning around the house while sniffling and coughing, until his red, wet eyes landed on dennis. his skin was already flushed from the fever, but dennis swears robbyâs cheeks became redder.
his obviously flustered boyfriend made dennis feel more confident. he stepped close, took the dustpan and broom away from robby and set them on the wall, and robby just let him, speechless.
âdennis⊠what-â he coughs, âwhat is this?â
dennis bit back a smirk. his boyfriend could be adorable sometimes, trying to act like the short skirt of the dress and the red lace peaking out isnât affecting him. dennis doesnât have the volume to fill out the cleavage, but it doesnât seem to matter to robby, as his eyes are clearly fixated on dennisâ chest area.
âi just wanna take care of you, same way you always take care of me,â dennis say, voice as soft as he could muster. he didnât try make his voice breathy and porn like, as his costume would suggest, because his main concern was still his boyfriendâs well being.
âare you gonna let me,â dennis adds, taking robbyâs hand.
robby just nods and lets dennis lead him to their bed.
âif youâre good and let yourself recover from your illness, youâll get a treat, mmh ?â
âokay,â robby breathes out. and he is good, the rest of the day. lets dennis spoon feed him soup, naps when dennis tells him too, accept medication, stops lying about his pain levelsâŠ
turns out having a boyfriend whoâs default setting us horny is easier than dennis previously thought
Robby had always made assumptions about the relationship between Dennis and his family. Mostly based on the way Dennis had imprinted on him when he first started at the Pitt, he assumed their relationship was strained. Especially the one with his dad.
But once they started dating Dennis talked more about his family and Robby realised he loved them a lot. He always talked about his mumâs cooking and how sheâd filled their home with love. He talked about how his brothers were loud and rowdy but always fiercely protective of their youngest brother. And his dad? Robby quickly found out that Dennis adored his dad, the man was perfect in his eyes and did everything and anything for his baby son.
Despite Robbyâs assumptions, it turned out that Dennis was the biggest Daddyâs boy ever.
His dad had always known that his Denny was different to the four boys that came before him. While his brothers were rolling around in the mud and kicking the football around, Dennis was making daisy chains for his daddy to wear as he worked on the farm. As they got older his brothers would help out on the farm while Dennis preferred to help out his mother with the chores. His Denny was softer than his other boys and needed a gentler hand when it came to raising him. He never shouted, never mocked Dennisâs special interests, always held him when he cried, always praised him.
Robby knew, and on some level he assumed Dennis knew, that would have been hard for a man of his generation and background to do so he fully understood why Dennis believed his father was the greatest man who ever lived.
Robby wasnât going to lie, he was extremely nervous about meeting Dennisâs family, particularly his dad. He highly doubted the man would be thrilled when he saw Robby hovering around his son. But heâd promised Dennis and he just had to be brave.
Dennis was practically vibrating next to him in the airport, bouncing on his feet every time people walked through arrivals in case it was his parents. Theyâd never visited Dennis before because heâd never had a place for them to stay and, after sinking all their money into Dennisâs education, they could hardly afford the plane tickets or a hotel.
But now he had a boyfriend with a spare room and enough disposable income to pay for the tickets â although Dennis did say it was from his pay cheque to avoid his parentâs embarrassment.
âThatâs them!â Dennis shouted, his excited scream echoing around the large airport. Before Robby could respond, Dennis was off. He ran at the couple, expertly avoiding other passengers, and was lifted into a big, bear hug by a huge, burly man. His mum barely got a look in as Dennis clung to his dad. But she didnât seem to mind, instead watched the whole scene with a pleased smile.
âDaddy, come meet Robby!â Dennis said, dragging his dad by the hand towards his boyfriend.
Suddenly, that soft smile for Dennis had dropped and was replaced by a stony frown when he came to a stop in front of Robby. He didnât hide his displeasure which caused Robby to swallow nervously. Least Dennisâs mum was smiling at him over her husbandâs shoulder.
âRobby, this is John and Anna-Marie.â Dennis introduced them with a huge smile on his face. âThis is Robby.â
âHello sir.â Robby awkwardly greeted, despite being only a few years younger than him. He was slightly shorter than Robby but no less intimidating. Robby unexpectedly felt like he was 16 again and had to promise to bring his date home before curfew.
He stuck his hand out to shake but John just stared at it like it had personally offended him. Luckily, Anna-Marie stepped in to defuse the tension.
âHi Robby!â She hugged him, as if they were old friends. âItâs so nice to finally meet you, Denny has told us so much about you!â
âHm.â John grunted, giving him the once over. Dennis might have told them a lot about him but Robby was willing to bet he left out his age.
âBe nice!â Dennis hissed at his dad.
âI am being nice, heâs lucky thereâs not a shotgun between us.â
âOh, stop it!â Anna-Marie said, gently slapping him on the shoulder. âIgnore him Robby, heâs a pussycat underneath it all.â
With no hesitation, she took Robby by the arm and led him out of the airport. As they walked, she asked him about his job, his friends, his family, his relationship with Dennis. And although he could hear Dennis prattling away behind him to his dad, he could feel his eyes glaring into the back of his head.
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The drive back to Robbyâs place had been strained, Dennis and his mum filling in the silence with constant chatter from the back seat while Robby and John sat up front. Robby attempted to make small talk but he got nothing in return beyond the occasional grunt of acknowledgement.
Somehow, Robby had found himself alone again with John once they were back at the house. Dennis had insisted the pair of them sit and have a drink while he and his mother cooked. Robby could tell Dennis was desperate for them to get on, his fatherâs approval was very important to him.
Robby had long given up on small talk so the pair of them sat in an awkward silence, staring at their drinks. The occasional clinking of ice against the glass the only sound.
âMichael.â John said, breaking the silence. Robby nearly choked on his drink, feeling like a kid again who was about to get into trouble because that was the only time he got called Michael, and in a way he supposed he was about to get a telling off. Growing up he was Mikey, then as a teenager it was shortened to Mike and then once he went to medical school he became Robby.
âYeah?â He cleared his throat. Robby turned slightly to look at the other man but he continued to stare down at his drink.
âHeâs vulnerable is my Denny, needs protecting in a way my other boys donât. He sees the good in people but then they can take advantage of his kind nature.â John swirled the ice around his glass, Robby didnât speak because he could tell them man had more to say. He was building to something important. âThis isnât the first time heâs fallen head over heels for a man that doesnât feel the same, he gives his heart out easily but that means it gets broken just as quickly.â
âI doâŠâ Robby started to defend himself but quickly got cut off.
âWhat are your intentions with my boy?â John asked, snapping his head up to look in Robbyâs eyes. âHeâs quite a piece younger, in a completely different life stage to you. If I remember correctly, you are his boss, so what do you want from him?â
Robby could finally see what Anna-Marie meant, underneath was a pussycat who just cared a lot about his son. He didnât want him to be taken advantage of, give his heart to another man who wouldnât look after it in the way it deserved.
âI know what our relationship looks like from the outside but I would do anything for your son. I adore him and I just want to love him for as long as heâll let me. No further intentions than that.â
âHmm.â He grunted, but it lacked some of the earlier anger.
âYouâve raised a good man and every single day I count my lucky stars that he loves me like I love him. I know youâre worried about him but he touched my heart the first day I met him so if anyone should be worried about their heart being broken itâs me. Heâs very important to me, just like he is to you, and I promise to look after him and love him for the rest of my life.â
Robby could see the edges of John thawing slightly, there was still a hesitancy there but it was definitely smaller than before.
âThank you.â He nodded, knocking his drink back and signalling the end of their heart to heart.
Robby attempted small talk again and finally got some responses, he could tell Dennis was thrilled when he walked back into the room and they were actually talking to each other. John frowned slightly when Dennis sat on the arm of the chair and draped himself across Robbyâs shoulder but at least he didnât go mute again. As they ate dinner, Robby could feel Dennisâs hand slip into his and give it a squeeze, a silent âthank youâ for winning over his dad. Dennis never doubted him, he knew Robby could charm anybody when he tried.
The rest of the visit still had its awkward moments but John could see Robby truly loved his boy and did slowly warm up to him. Even if he did send a picture of his beloved shotgun to Robby when he got home with the warning to never break his Dennyâs heart.
trans dennis whitaker at a gathering at robbyâs house for âboyâs nightâ with robby, jack, frank, and brendon.
theyâre using robbyâs small hot top that fits 4 people, but dennis isnât as big as the others and manages to fit, except heâs kinda of in an awkward in-between space, sandwiched by robby and jack, with basically no space to move.
worse, one of the jets opposite of him is somehow, someway, aimed directly at his crotch and hits his clit through his swim trunks.
he has to sit there, body warmed by the water and the heat radiating from his two crushes coworkers bossesâ skin, surrounded by, letâs be honest, sleazy men, all while trying to ignore the stimulation between his legs as to not cum.
it doesnât help that these men spend all night teasing him about the little blush on his cheeks and the way he seems out of breathâŠ
Robby knew that Dennis was attractive, he had just the right amount of muscles, he dressed well for his body (thanks to Trinity), he had a beautiful smile, he was genuinely caring towards others, his laugh lit up a room, he was patient, he was kind, he was funny. So, yes, Robby understood Dennis was attractive, the number of nights he spent thinking about him just proved the point really.
But he was used to pushing those feelings down, hiding them behind a professional smile so nobody would know what he truly thought. He could deal with keeping his attraction a secret just fine.
What Robby couldnât deal with was everybody else also thinking Dennis was attractive.
It was Danaâs 60th birthday and all the nurses had got together and planned a surprise for her. Theyâd rented out a floor in a bar, which played live music and offered two for one cocktails. It was a good turn out but Robby wasnât exactly surprised, everybody adored Dana and would make sure they could come even it was just for one drink.
The private floor was nice, they only needed to venture out to order drinks. Robby was too old to be dealing with the hustle of a bar, he could just nurse his beer and talk to friends without having to deal with the general public. He did enough of that at work.
However, his younger colleagues were beginning to migrate downstairs where they could dance near the live band. He smiled as he watched Dennis get pulled through the crowd by Trinity and begin reluctantly dancing.
Unbeknownst to Dennis, Robbyâs attention wasnât the only heâd captured. Men all around him had turned to watch him dance, giggling loudly as Mel twirled him around. Trinity grabbed him and whispered in his ear, pointing up at the balcony where Robby leant. Quickly, Dennis glanced up and gave Robby a huge smile with a wave. Robby awkwardly saluted him back before turning to Jack who came to stand beside him.
âEnjoying yourself?â Jack teased, already knowing exactly who Robby would have been watching.
âPlenty.â He said, swigging the last of his beer. âWhereâs the birthday girl?â
âDownstairs.â He said, pointing to where Dana stood out against the crowd with her tiara and bright pink birthday sash. âEmma convinced her to do shots.â
âChrist.â He snorted. âRather her than me.â
Robby noticed that further down the bar, Dennis leant with one of his braver admirers talking to him. No doubt offering to buy him a drink.
âYouâre empty, brother.â Jack hinted, taking the bottle out of Robbyâs hand.
Not needing to be told twice, Robby headed downstairs and not so subtly set himself up next to Dennis. He was far enough away that it could be considered a coincidence if Dennis ignored him in favour of the flirty man but close enough to step in if he was uncomfortable.
âRobby!â Dennis shouted as a fruity cocktail appeared in front of him.
âHey, you having fun?â He asked.
âTons! You here for a dance?â He swayed his hips a little which resulting in them briefly brushing against Robbyâs own. He felt hot from just that simple touch.
âI donât dance kid.â He shook his head.
âWhat? Everybody dances!â
âIâve got no rhythm.â He shrugged, nearly jumping when he suddenly felt Dennisâs hands on his hips.
âI could help.â He winked, forcing Robby to move his hips in time with Dennisâs.
âIs your dad going to leave you alone at any point?â A voice behind Dennis asked, Robby had almost forgotten he existed.
He knew he should be offended but he had to laugh, the guy had a point. Who wanted their creepy, older boss hanging around when they were trying to pull? Robby was ready to bow out and take Dennisâs hands off him when he clocked the pure anger on Dennisâs face before he whipped around to face the other man.
âExcuse me?â Dennis shouted. âWhat did you just say?â
âLeave the old guy alone and letâs go dance.â He suggested, clearly not spotting Dennisâs anger.
âThat old guy saves lives on a daily basis and deserves some respect, what the fuck do you do?â Robby never felt like a damsel in distress before but he was selfishly enjoying Dennis defend his honour.
âCome on, I just bought you a drink. Donât I deserve a little something?â He smiled in what Robby assumed he thought was a charming way.
âHow dare you!â Dennis shoved the drink towards him, a lot of then contents spilling on the bar.
âSeriously? Youâre picking Daddy over me?â He scoffed as he gestured towards Robby, again he couldnât really argue. Of the two of them, he was much more attractive and age appropriate. Dennis stepped back so he was pressed against Robbyâs chest.
âIt would seem that way, wouldnât it?â
âWhatever. Youâre not even that hot anyway.â He grabbed the two drinks off the bar and headed back into the crowd.
âWhat an asshole.â Dennis muttered, turning towards Robby but making no attempts to step away.
âAnd wrong.â Robby added, the alcohol making him a little looser lipped than he should be. But who could blame him when Dennis was pressed up against him, his brain was short circuiting.
âWhat?â Dennis tilted his head slightly before realisation kicked in. âDo you think Iâm hot Dr Robby?â
âCome on now, you know youâre hot.â He mumbled, embarrassed to be blushing at his big old age.
âIf it makes you feel better, I think youâre hot too.â He whispered right in Robbyâs ear before lightly kissing his cheek.
Robby felt warm all over, desperately wanting to pin Dennis to the bar and kiss him senseless, regardless of who saw. Dennis must have seen the desire in his eyes because he hooked his hand around Robbyâs neck and pulled him down. It was a quick kiss but it was full of promise, it made Robby want to throw Dennis over his shoulder and take him home.
âCome with me.â Dennis smirked, taking his hand and leading him towards the corridor to the toilets.
He knew he shouldnât, he wanted to do things properly with Dennis but he also needed to get his hands on him right now. He knew the man from earlier was probably still watching them, hell people from work were probably watching them too but he just didnât care.
Theyâd barely locked the door behind them before Robby was on Dennis, pinning him to the wall and kissing him, just the way heâd been imaging for weeks. He pushed his leg between Dennisâs, smiling into the kiss as Dennis helplessly rode his thigh.
âFuck.â Dennis gasped as Robbyâs lips moved to his neck, biting and nipping until red bloomed against his skin.
Robby groaned as he looked at the marks on his neck, he wanted to take Dennis back out to the bar and parade him around so everybody knew who he belonged to. But suddenly, Dennis was dropping to his knees and Robby realised there was no place heâd rather be.
Dennis looked up at Robby as he gently cupped the bulge in his trousers, as if asking for permission. It would take a stronger man than Robby to say no to those begging, blue eyes.
âJesus Den, please.â
Not needing to be told twice, Dennis quickly undid the zipper and lowered his trousers and pants in one go, eyes widening at the sight of Robbyâs hard cock in front of him. He licked one long strip from base to tip before kissing him all over, no part of Robbyâs dick untouched as he practically worshipped him.
âWanted this... wanted you⊠for so long.â He said between kisses.
He licked the tip, moaning as the salty, tangy taste of precum hit his tongue. Dennis took him inside, staring deep into Robbyâs eyes as his cock slowly disappeared into his lips.
Robby could die happy now he knew what it felt like to be inside Dennisâs mouth, now he knew all the things that tongue could do.
Robby desperately dug his fingers into soft curls as Dennis bobbed his head back and forth, groaning with each thrust as if he were the one receiving such pleasure. His hips helplessly bucked and sent his cock deeper down his throat.
âFeels good⊠youâre so good.â Robby moaned.
His head hit the door in front of him as he practically curled in on himself, Dennis taking him all the way in until his nose was nestled in coarse hair, did the kid have no gag reflex? He swallowed around the head of his cock, moving his head up and down and making sure his cock hit the back of his throat each time.
God, Robby was close. He hadnât come this quickly in a long time, although if he was being honest with himself the only partner heâd had recently was his right hand.
âDen⊠IâŠâ He tried to warn but he could barely speak, just powerless to his moans and pants. But Dennis seemed to understand what he was saying, working his mouth quicker, his hands coming up to play with what he couldnât fit in his mouth.
Robby cried out as he came down Dennisâs throat, his vision blacking out momentary as all he could feel was the wet warmth around his cock as it twitched and spurted.
Dennis swirled his tongue around him one last time before pulling off, a string of saliva mixed with cum connecting the tip to his puffy, red lips.
âYouâre bigger than I was expecting.â He admitted, voice slightly hoarse.
âBaby, youâve already got me with my pants around my ankles in a bar bathroom. Enough of the sweet talk.â He joked, pulling Dennis to his feet and gently wiping his face with some tissue.
Robby tucked himself away before returning Dennis to his rightful place on his thigh, grinding into the hardness of his crotch.
âWe should probably head back.â Dennis gasped, his hips telling a different story. âWe have been gone a suspiciously long time.â
With great reluctance, Robby let Dennis push him away. Dennis splashed cold water in his face and took some deep breaths to calm down. While it was blatantly obvious what had happened in the bathroom, Trinity would never let him live it down if he walked through a bar hard.
âBut take me back to yours afterwards and we can finish what we started.â He winked over his shoulder when he caught Robbyâs pout in the mirror.
Dennis took Robbyâs hand and he let himself be dragged around by the younger man a second time that night. He led him to the band, where a wasted Dana was dropping it low. It seemed like the upper floor was empty now and the Pitt crew had commandeered the dancefloor. An arm swung around his shoulder and a smug Jack handed him another beer.
âShut up.â Robby rolled his eyes, taking the drink anyway.
âI didnât say anything.â He held his hands up innocently.
Robby knew it was one of his oldest friendâs birthdays but he was desperate to leave. Surely Danaâs too drunk to notice if they left early?
Thinking...service dog Dennis on a rare night shift during a thunder storm. And Abbot finds him hiding under the table in the break room from some particularly loud thunder
Service Dog Dennis AU Part 10
Thank you so much for this, I'm sorry it took so long! I'm also sorry because there is a mention of Dennis wetting himself out of fear, but this is absolutely a non-sexual caretaking situation.
Jack had been caught off guard when the thunder first started. He never really bothered to check the weather forecast; Robby always claimed it was his last desperate attempt to cling to a sense of sponteneity and adventure.
Jack told Robby that someone with a midlife crisis bike didn't get to say those things.
He hadn't really thought much of it, beyond noting which patients or staff seemed spooked by the sound - nothing too bad, some kids with some wobbly lip and a few of the residents flinched a little at the first clap, but nobody seemed to need any kind of intervention.
The fact that he hadn't even thought to check on Dennis would always sit in the corners of his mind where he kept his all his failures close.
The night had been a busy one, and he had lost track of Dennis' happy tail and twitchy ears as they passed each other like ships in the night, wending their way to different bedsides and rarely overlapping.
As soon as he sepped into the break room during a lull, it was immediately obvious that something was wrong.
The smell hit him first; the distinct, stale odour of urine soaking into the air. It was immediate and the source obvious; a cold puddle trailing out from underneath the table, where Jack could see a pair of battered shoes that he recognised with a rapidly-sinking stomach.
"Dennis?" He crouched slowly, keeping his distance from the table, for reasons entirely unrelated to the urine.
He received no response, and he didn't need one.
Because there, huddled under the table and shaking so violently that his muscles must surely be stiffening painfully, was their sweet Dennis.
Ears pinned back to his head, eyes wide and almost entirely swallowed by his pupils, tail curled tightly to his body. The fur was a little wet near the base.
"Hey honey," he spoke softly, caught the tiny twitch of the tip of one ear. "Thunder's not a friend, huh?"
Dennis didn't give any confirmation or denial, but considering that he jolted violently with every new boom that rolled over their heads, it would have been superfluous and cruel to insist on it.
Jack nodded, casting his eyes around for something he could use, before inspiration struck.
"I'm gonna go get something for you, Den. I'll be right back, okay?"
The look that Dennis pinned him with somehow managed to be blank and terrified at the same time. Jack nodded again, recalibrating. He pulled out his phone, fiddled with the settings before placing it gently on the ground in front of Dennis.
"See this timer? I'm going to go to Robby's office to fetch something real quick-" unfortunately not the man himself "-but I will be back before the timer runs out."
Dennis trembled, made a gesture that might be a nod but might just be the force of his body shaking.
"Okay." Jack reached out, smoothed a hand carefully over Dennis' head to see how he tolerates it. His ears made way for Jack's hand, and he blinked slowly.
Jack rose, wincing a little at the twinge his leg gives where it rubs in the prosthesis.
He slipped of of the breakroom, flagging down Lena on his brisk trot towards Robby's largely unused office.
"Break room's off limits for the next few minutes, can you let everyone know? And have environmental standing by."
He didn't break his stride, but he heard Lena's exasperated but affirmative huff. He'd apologise later.
Robby's office was more store-room than workspace, because when the man was in the building, every second was spent out on the floor with the patients and staff. He barely had time to sit at the workstation out on the floor, let alone sequester himself away in his office during his shift.
Nevertheless, Jack found what he was looking for hanging up on a hook behind the door, as he knew he would, because none of them ever really wear the things.
He gave the surprisingly still-white coat a quick sniff, shrugging to himself and hoping for the best. To him, it didn't really smell like much, but he was hoping that the kid's nose might be able to pick up enough of Robby's scent to lend him some sort of comfort.
Another crack of thunder hurried him out of the office and back down the hallway.
He entered the break room as quietly as he could, closing the door softly behind him.
"Hey, Denny." He crouched again, shaking out the coat. "See, told you I'd be back before the timer ran down. Not bad for a man with one leg."
He hadn't been expecting a laugh or the usual scandalised attempt at hiding one, and that was probably a good thing because Dennis looked like he might not even be able to process the fact that Jack was talking to him, let along joking with him.
Jack slipped his phone back in his pocket, and gave Dennis' back a quick, firm stroke.
"Okay, kid. Speaking of my leg, I'm going to need you to come on out of there. I got something to help you but I can't scrunch up under there like you can."
Jack placed two careful but firm hands around the kid's waist as he spoke, petting his sides with small movements of his fingers and gradually increasing the pressure until he had a firm enough grip.
"There we go, kiddo, nice and easy."
He started to gently slide Dennis out from under the table, the smooth floor and the kid's tightly-curled position helping to ease the way in gliding the little ball of misery closer to him. Jack felt the panicked little growl unfurl in Dennis' chest as he was brought out from under the shelter of the table, and there was a little flash of white as Dennis curled his lip to reveal his sharp canines and snap them vaguely in Jack's direction.
"Oh, I know, you're very big and scary," Jack murmured as he scoots Dennis the rest of the way, maneuvering them so that he was sitting leaning against the wall and Dennis was dragged to be cradled between his legs, back nestled against Jack's chest. He paid no mind to urine soaking through into his own scrubs.
"There's a good boy, I gotcha." Jack quickly unfurl's Robby's old lab coat, draping it around the kid's front and winding it tightly around him like a swaddle. Dennis' growls tapered off into a something between a grunt and a whine as he shifts uneasily in Jack's grip.
"Yeah, I know it feels too tight, sweet pea. But the pressure's gonna help, I promise." Jack leaned his head back against the wall, bringing his hand up to encourage Dennis to rest his head on his chest.
"Let's just stay here quietly for a minute. You're okay."
Jack's hand ran gently through Dennis' curls, stroking down his ears, repeating the motion until he felt a shuddery sigh leave Dennis' body, felt him slump and finally relax against him.
"There you go. Good job, Den."
His only answer was a quiet sniffling that turned into gentle sniffs, Dennis' head tilting as he snuffled at the collar of the coat wrapped around him.
"Yeah," Jack huffed, patting Dennis' back with his free hand, "thought you'd like that. Favourite-person-smell, and all. He hasn't worn it in a while, sorry if it's a little stale. Should still smell like him though, even if it does also have hints of indignant rage left over."
Jack's not sure whether he imagined the tiny, questioning sound that left Dennis' mouth, but there's never going to be a time when telling stories about Michael Robinavitch is boring to him.
"He only ever wears it when Gloria forces him to. And she's usually only doing that when she wants the good publicity. Takes her weeks to wear him down, she probably has to schedule events around how long he's gonna hold out for."
He chuckled, tried not to let it be too egregiously fond. Resettled Dennis when he shuffled a little, re-adjusting so he could gently straighten the slightly damp tail so it wasn't all scrunched up against Jack's legs.
"You should see the - sorry buddy, just don't wanna squash your tail - you should see the fucking photos of Robby from those events. You've never seen a more bitter, lemon-sucking face than Robby at a press event where he has to wear the white coat and do the Doctor Robinavitch and His Travelling Circus song and dance - his words, not mine."
Jack cocked an eyebrow at Dennis as if he'd actually made a complaint.
"His obnoxious, fake smile is even worse though, so Gloria stopped trying to force it and settled for him looking like he's being held at gunpoint instead."
Jack smiled at the small, giggle-adjacent puff of air exhaled against his chest. He scritched Dennis' ears and allowed them both to settle into silence for a while, vaguely wondering if they'd heard the last of the thunder.
"I'm sorry."
Jack closed his eyes, longer than a blink and in place of a sigh.
"No, kid. You don't need to be sorry. Not ever for shit like this."
"I'm - I'm getting you all wet."
"Denny," Jack's hand squeezed gently at the base of the kid's neck and softened his tone, "that's literally what scrubs are for. I've been a doctor for over twenty years; I've had a lot worse than a little pee on them."
He could practically feel Dennis' cheek burning against his chest as he wriggled uncomfortably at the word being spoken aloud.
"That's what the scrub dispenser is for, honey. Don't worry about it."
He gave them both another moment of stillness, hands smoothing up and down Dennis' arms like he was trying to warm him. He took the opportunity to give Dennis a quick once-over, pleased to see the shakes had stopped, the kid's pulse wasn't fluttering so wildly at his neck, and even his ears were starting to hesitantly perk up from their defensive position plastered flat against the kid's head.
Denny's pants were soaked through, and Jack could feel the way he was holding himself stiffly, trying not to move too much and have his skin start blaring overstimulated and disgusted warnings at him.
Jack lowered his voice until he was practically whispering in Dennis' ear, even though it really was just the two of them in the room.
"Hey, Denny? How about we go get all cleaned up, sound good?"
Dennis immediately ducked his head, a soft and reflexive whine leaving him. Jack wordlessly settled him, patting his back again and shushing him, giving him a moment to feel whatever he needed to feel.
Eventually, he felt Dennis' head move against his chest in a slow nod. He dipped his head and pressed a quick kiss against the curls, nodding in return.
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The staff showers weren't the most luxurious experience, but they were modern and clean, and Jack was continually surprised that administration had ever given them the stamp of approval. He suspected that Robby's repeated yelling and stomping had something to do with it.
He had sat Dennis on the shower chair and instructed him gently to remove his clothes while Jack messed with the temperature, but he could see that the kid hadn't moved a muscle, and was tightening himself back into that little ball of humiliation from earlier.
Jack knelt down in front of him, ignoring his leg's protest. He set his hand gently on Dennis' knee.
"Let me help you, sweetheart. Sometimes it makes it easier."
Because he knew all too well the terrible and continual clash between the furious desire for independence, wanting to be treated like there was nothing different or wrong, and wanting someone to just fucking see you.
Wanting someone to help when helping yourself just felt too goddamn humiliating and difficult.
Dennis nodded, lifed his hands from their protective position near his lap. Jack's movements were ever so gentle as he reached to slide Denns' top off and then unlace his scrub cords, but they were sure and firm, and he didn't drag the process out. There was an experienced and clinical deftness to the way he encouraged Dennis to lift his hips so he could slide his pants down his legs. He was incredibly gentle with manipulating Dennis' tail out from the pants, and he made sure his eyes didn't linger at the place where tail met skin.
It still wasn't quite enough to stop the gutteral little whine that broke free when he felt his wet pants be quickly stripped from his legs, like the speed would make them both forget that he'd pissed himself.
"Shh, you're okay. You're doing a real good job for me, Denny." Jack murmured as he adusted the shower head and directed the warm water over Dennis' lap and legs first.
Dennis turned his head away, eyes burning as he tried to swallow down the bitter humiliation.
Jack silently and clinically swept gloved, soapy hands across Dennis' body, giving his breathing time to settle before he took a breath and quietly spoke again.
"First time I heard gunfire - real, active battlezone gunfire - I pissed myself."
It was almost funny how quickly Dennis' head whipped around to stare up at Jack, but he made sure not to laugh or smile. He kept his expression open, nodded instead.
"It's the kind of thing nothing can actually prepare you for. You run all these drills, you pass all these marksmanship tests, you spend every day training in a place where you hear nothing but gunfire."
Jack placed one hand carefully on Dennis' forehead to guard his eyes, and carefully rinsed his hair with the shower head in his other hand.
"But none of that's real, even when they're live rounds. None of it can prepare you for suddenly being in the middle of a wide open field, and suddenly realising that this is real life, and there's not going to be any commanding officer calling time on any of this. You're here until you get out, or you don't."
Jack gently lifted Dennis' arms, and the kid let him sluice warm water there.
"Point is, I didn't have time to be embarrassed until later, when we were out of there and back at base. That was when it hit me."
Jack snorted, a surprisingly cheerful sound, and Dennis cocked his head minutely. A pale shadow of his usual curious tilt, but it spurred Jack to continue his story as he made sure Dennis was free of all his soap suds.
"My sergeant saw me trying to waddle away to hit the showers, and I thought I could try to lie to him when he asked me what was wrong." Jack's eyes were sparkling with a fond, remembered mirth that Dennis though suited him very much. "He looked down, realised what had happened, and Jesus Christ, the look he gave me. I thought he was going to ream me out in front of everyone for being a coward. But instead, he looked me up and down then stared me straight in the eye and said, 'Oh, you think you're so fucking special, don't you, Abbot? Think you're the first man to get scared when he's about to die? Do you think you're better than me, Private?' And it took me a while to really understand what he was saying, but when I finally got it, I'd taken too long to say no, so he had me on latrine duty for three weeks."
Jack's still telling the story with that slightly amused undertone bubbling underneath everything, so Dennis tried to take it in the spirit in which it was inteded, when really he would quite like to wrap his arms around Jack and squeeze.
He felt a scratchy towel descend over his shoulders, and his tail twitched once as Jack started to vigorously dry him all over, jostling his body in a way that made his ears prick up a little, like they did when it was play time.
"My point is," Jack scrubbed Dennis' hair and ears, snorting when Dennis made a soft yip and tried to give Jack a little nip, "I've seen all types of bodies and all types of people do pretty much everything under the sun when they're scared. Doesn't matter what you're scared of, that's not important. What's important is that it's a very natural response. Fear is just your body trying to keep you safe. It's just got a funny way of doing it sometimes."
Dennis nodded through the off-white shelter of the towel that was still drying his hair. The world suddenly reappeared when Jack excavated him from it, and the only thing in his field of vision was that soft, slightly lopsided smile that made Dennis' tail thump against the shower chair.
"Don't be ashamed of being scared, Denny. You got people in your corner when it gets too much to carry by yourself."
Before Dennis could do something stupid like launch himself at Jack and lick his face, the smile on it became something more like a smirk.
"Now. Wanna call Robby and whine until he brings us food?"
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