Inspired by this post because i loved it so much
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Robby is pulled from his office by the sound of his phone ringing.
It’s Robby’s day off but he figured it would be a good time as any to get some paper work done, plan some upcoming work trips, yadda yadda, so Robby left his phone in his room as to not distract him, but it’s the ringtone for Jack who is supposed to be sleeping right now so, Robby figures it’s important.
Answering the phone Robby immediately decides it probably isn’t when Jack asks if he has seen the group chat.
‘No I haven’t, I’ve been working in my office. You shouldn’t be awake and texting anyway, you have a shift in five hours’
‘I was awake when Whitaker started messaging anyway. Have you really not looked? You need to see it’
Whitaker is texting in the group chat? Robby thought Dennis was meant to be on shift in the Pitt. If Dennis is texting while at work Something serious must have happened if he is texting Robby and Jack. Dennis is usually too nervous about getting reprimanded about using his phone at work. Robby says as much to Jack, but Robby’s concerned is dismissed as fast as he brought it up.
“The kid is fine, Robby Jeez no need to go all protective daddy mode’ jack pauses, ‘but I’m sure Dennis would like that right now though’’
The hair on Robby’s arms raise just with that tone. Years of being together have led to that particular Pavlovian response to Jacks sultry teasing tone. But then Robby registers what Jack actually said.
“What are you—“
“Robby, just check the group chat”
“Ok ok fine, lemme just find my glasses”
Robby can still hear Jack complaining about Robby never looking at his phone as Robby goes back to his office for the glasses he left on his desk. Robby puts them on and then places Jack on speaker and he looks for the aforementioned group chat. Robby doesn’t know why Dennis made a group chat that is just Dennis, Robby, and Jack. Dennis claims it’s easier to plan dates this way but 70% of the time it’s Dennis and Jack sending each other goofy pictures that Robby just doesn’t get.
Pulling up the messages he sees a notification for nearly 70 texts, but the most recent is a picture of Whitaker sent five minutes ago.
“Oh it’s a picture? You called me about a picture, Jack? Really?”
“Did you- Robby look at the picture and the texts before it for the love of god please”
Jack is so dramatic, but Robby loves him, so he will look closer at the picture. And by closer Robby means holding it two feet away from his face to actually see it. And yes, it’s a picture of a blushing Whitaker, seems like a mirror selfie, which Robby loves, it’s usually Whitaker showing off the outfits Robby and Abbot bought him, but this time he is in scrubs, and the bathroom in one of the ones at the hospital. Weird. Robby’s eyes trail down Dennis’s rosey cheeks down his scrub clad chest to…oh…oh wow. Robby has to sit down. Dennis has his scrub top bunched up a smidge and his scrub bottoms halfway down his thighs, and inbetween the bottoms and top is Dennis hand circling the base of his cock, the tip red and glistening with precome, pointing up and nearly brushes Dennis’s exposed stomachs.
Jack must hear Robby’s groan because the next thing Robby hears is Jacks saying “so you saw the picture?”
‘Yes. Fuck’ Robby’s free hand moved to palm himself over his sweats, ‘What is this kid thinking?”
“Have you not read the texts? You’ll get a real good idea of what our boy is thinking”
Robby scrolls to the top of today’s messages and quickly skims over it.
‘Wanna see you later, not fair you guys aren’t in this shift with me’
‘Love it when daddy grabs me at work’
‘Need you inside me’
‘Would let you fuck me over an empty patient bed’
‘Making me so wet, gonna ruin my scrubs’
‘Had to hide in the bathroom, tenting my scrubs too bad’
‘Should show your daddy, baby, maybe then he’ll come out to play’
That last one was from Jack a few minutes before Dennis sent the picture.
“Jesus, you guys have been sexting for two hours?’ Robby slips his hand under his sweats, giving himself a slow, long stroke ‘isn’t he at work? Stop distracting him”
“He texted us first! Talking about how sore he still is from last night and’ Jack groans, and Robby realizes Jack is likely touching himself too, ‘and he said how he can still feel us inside him”
“Fuck” another stoke.
“I know”
Robby is about to say something else but it’s completely forgotten when a new message from Whitaker pops up. Another picture this time, but from Dennis point of view, a perfect top view image of Dennis the tip of his cock, a trail of precome making a trail following his thumbs travels, going from slit to shaft where he is loosely gripping himself.
And underneath the photo? One word
‘Daddy?’
“Holy…fuck yes’ Jack sighs, Robby can hear Jack rustling around in his sheet. ‘You gonna answer him, Daddy? Our boy needs you”
