his sabbatical was good, gratifying. his head was clear. he could come back to the pitt and do his job well, better than he ever had.
he was excited to see his people. their importance to him was emphasized by the distance. dana texted him twice. jack called every monday. duke picked up the three times robby phoned him. jake sent tiktok’s with no elaboration. dennis sent an almost incessant amount of updates. plant pictures, group selfies, and messages on duke’s recovery were lighting up robby’s screen every other day.
it was nice. robby tried to be annoyed by it, but it was nice.
robby could’ve gave a warning to his intern about his early arrival, but a little thrill went through his body at the prospect of catching dennis off guard. robby realized his mistake when he walked in on some crazy sounding sex.
dennis was apparently a whiner. like high-pitched, unabashed, porn star level uhn uhn uhn’s.
and dennis’s partner was grunting like he was bench pressing 300 pounds. a sharp sounding slap rang out and robby accidentally slammed his heavy external door without thinking.
the couple stopped abruptly, the bedroom door must’ve been open because robby could hear dennis say, “shit, shit, shit. who’s here?” dennis stumbled out in a big, long t shirt. his heart nearly stopped when he saw robby with his bag beside his foot and riding jacket still on. “oh my god…” dennis shook his head, remembering his manners. “welcome back! i-uh-i….”
dennis had no explanation.
robby didn’t need one.
the kid was young. robby would even admit to himself that dennis was really fucking cute. and he had the place to himself. of course he was hooking up.
“it’s fine,” robby placated. “i’m sorry i interrupted actually.”
footsteps started going down the hallway. dennis straightened up and practically yelled, “no! stay in the bedroom!” robby raised his eyebrows at the request, noting that the guy wasn’t listening.
duke came out. shirtless. “hey, man! welcome back.” he tried to grab robby’s hand to do their customary bro hug, but robby side stepped it with a disgusted look.
Robby gets the call when he’s still damp from the shower of what is actually a pretty nice hotel room. He’d checked in impulsively, it only occurring to him as he passed the place how a week of non-stop riding had put an ache into his bones. He didn’t ask for any of the fancy rooms, just a double, but what he got was pretty sweet. Beat his rotation of cheap motels. He’s raided the minibar already, called up room service for something to eat, and now he’s content to wind down. The bed is plush, king sized, and there’s a balcony. When Robby’s phone starts to buzz he heads over to that balcony to take the fresh air. It’s a warm night out, the last of the daylight starting to fade.
“To what do I owe the honour?” he starts.
“There he is.” Duke’s voice comes down the line. He sounds in good spirits. “Still alive and kicking.”
“You know it,” Robby replies. “Glad to hear you are too.”
“All this surgery stuff’s overblown,” Duke says, “I swear I didn’t even feel it.”
“Looking after yourself?”
“Sure thing, doc. Are you?”
Robby’s reply is typically evasive, “In the ways I can.”
“Found yourself yet?”
“Not yet,” Robby tells him, “but I’ve been finding some of the most beautiful roads in the world, man. You wouldn’t believe it.”
“How’s your ride?”
“She’s alright,” Robby can see the Bonneville where he parked her from his balcony, he gazes down at her as he tells Duke, “Got scratched up a couple days back but it’s all cosmetic.”
“Watch out for rust on the body.”
“Hm.” Robby tilts his head towards the phone. For a moment he’s silent, but then, when Duke says nothing he asks, with a note of slyness, “How’s your ride?”
Duke’s laugh down the phone is a low purr, “He’s something alright.”
“I set you up good? He looking after you like I asked him to?”
“Real good. You were right. Couple compliments, get a little handsy, and the kid opens right up. Funny. By the look of him, you’d almost think he’s an innocent little lamb. I thought I’d seen it all man, but he’s something else.” Robby can hear the canny grin. “Thanks, by the way, for that tip. Grabbing the scruff of his neck like that. He was pretty much on his knees by the time I let go.”
Robby’s eyes close as he recalls for himself the soft warmth of Dennis Whitaker’s shoulder in his grip, pliant and perfect. “How long did it take you to have him sitting on your cock?”
“Didn’t even take a week. The boy was desperate for it. Made sure to tell him how proud Dr. Robinavitch would be seeing him taking such good care of his patients… That really did it for him, turned him all red, asking if I really thought so. Can tell he thinks the world of you.” Duke exhales heavily, “Thing was shaking like a damn leaf in the wind the first time he climbed aboard. Cute. Didn’t stop him from being fucking soaked.”
Robby hums in approval as a bolt of arousal makes his cock twitch. He swipes his tongue over his lips and falls back onto one of the balcony’s chairs so that he can sit, legs splayed, palming himself through his loose cotton pyjama pants as Duke continues.
“Let me play with his little cock, all whiney soon as I got my fingers round it. Made him squeeze around me real nice. You said he’d be easy, Mikey, but you never told me he also had the most perfect cunt on him.”
Robby’s voice is reedy as he replies, “I didn’t know. Never got around to finding out.” He’s got a hand under his waistband now, taking himself in hand, his girth hot and heavy in his palm.
“You’re kidding.”
Robby pulls himself free and spits in his free hand. “Guess I liked seeing that needy look in his eyes. Keeping him desperate. I think it made him a better doctor.”
Duke exhales a laugh. “Shit. I could get myself hard just thinkin’ bout it. Way his legs looked, thighs going like pistons dragging that tight hole up and down my shaft.” His final words are almost a growl, “Milking me.”
“Fuck, dude,” Robby whines, his eyes opening only to watch himself teasing his ruddy cock head.
“That getting you worked up?”
“Mm-hm.” He swallows a groan, sure his neighbours might also be enjoying the warm night. “Tell me you talked him into taking a load.”
“Talked him into it? Mikey, he was beggin’ for it. Swearing he’d take something next day to be safe. Fuck, not like I cared though, right? Little old to be a dad but how’s an old pervert like me gonna say no to that? Nice wet pussy and those big blue eyes. He was crying, man. That’s how much he wanted me to fill him up.”
Robby’s cock pulses in his hand, his hips shifting, bucking up in time with the movements of his wrist, “He’s not on birth control?”
“Nope.” Duke says it like it’s a victory. “Some doctor.”
“Fuck,” Robby is whimpering down the phone. “I’m gonna get back and you’ll have gotten him fucking pregnant.”
“Gotta get back to see it then, huh?” Duke breathes down the line and Robby wonders for a second what he’s doing on his end. He only ponders it briefly, the mental image of his lovely boy with cum leaking down the side of his creamy thighs proving an irresistible distraction.
Duke carries on, “Gonna get him a plug. He’ll be all too happy taking it, I know that much. He’s been coming ‘round here to check on me every day. Says it’s part of being on some street team or something. I don’t believe it for a second, man, I can see it in his eyes he’s only thinking about getting himself sat back on my cock. He’s flooding his drawers the minute I’m answering the door.”
Robby can just picture it too. Too easily. Whitaker, all squirmy and desperate, so eager to please. Built to be a goddamn cumdump.
“Tell me more about this plug,” Robby tells him breathlessly. His face is burning by now, sweat beading at the back of his neck. His arm is cramping from how furiously he’s tugging himself off, his cock reddening in his fist. Oh fuck, he’s so close. So fucking–
He just needs the image of Whitaker, sitting at the same desk Robby used to, humping the chair trying to get a plug nestled in his cunt deeper. Duke is all too happy to furnish the fantasy.
“Found something on the internet; nice and thick ‘cause I know he likes ‘em like that. Gonna ask him if he wants to feel my cum inside him in Dr. Robby’s ER. See if I can get him over before work some time to empty my balls in him and plug him up. Once he’s done a good job saving folk he can come back over. Hey, if he’s lucky I’ll let him on for another go round.”
“I’m fucking close, man,” Robby whines. The phone is slippery in his hand from how he’s sweating but he’s holding it tight enough to break it. He can’t stop now. Not until he hears–
“Go on, Mikey, let it all out. Your kid’s gonna be soaking himself in that place, that pretty dick all swollen ‘gainst his undies. Locking himself in the bathroom, touching himself. Turning into a needy cockslut telling himself it’s all a good deed for an old man. Time you get back he’s gonna be bent over for you too, holding himself open, and you’re gonna feel that tight hot cunt–”
Robby comes with a ragged gasp, his whole body arching up, hand squeezing the base of his dick as his spurt forms an impressive arc. Another follows and he grunts to Duke as he spatters the patio. “Fuck,” he breathes, “Dennis–”
“That’s right,” Duke coaches, “You got Dennis waiting for you. I’m gonna make sure he knows how to greet his old boss proper.”
Robby groans, head falling back.
“You feel good there, Mikey?”
“Shit. Really fucking good.” Robby’s cock twitches against his thigh, softening, still sensitive enough for him to flinch as he puts his hand on it to tuck himself back away.
“Alright, bud.” Duke sounds pleased. “Nice to get you on the line but I got the kid coming over in an hour or so and I like to make the place neat for him. You gonna have a good night for me?”
Robby nods before remembering he’s alone on the balcony. “Yeah.”
“Good man. Hit the showers.”
Robby laughs breathlessly. “You better be taking care of yourself.”
“Come back soon and you can take care of the both of us.”
“Yeah? Maybe I will.”
Call terminated 22:02
(ty to @blurpsandthoughts for enabling and for beta reading xxx)
dad!robby watching as grandpa!duke inspects his grandson!dennis before he takes him for a test drive.
"fuck." duke grunts as he presses a finger inside his grandson. "he's so damn tight." he looks up at his son across his grandson's back, chuckling. "how the fuck you even get in here, mikey?"
robby strokes his son's back as he shoots his dad a disapproving look. "just relax, baby."
"trying," dennis grits as he winces and squirms. "wait–ngh!"
dennis suddenly lurches forward and robby looks up to see his dad has pressed in another finger.
"dad..." robby raises his eyebrows.
"what? 's only two." duke gives his son an unimpressed look. "am i supposed to give him special treatment?"
robby sighs and shakes his head, but otherwise doesn't answer.
"ah, come on." duke smiles sharply as he rocks his fingers inside his grandson. "i could crack that little ass of yours open wider than this any day of the week when you were his age."
"well, I don't have the luxury of cracking him open any day of the week," robby says carefully. "work is–"
"well then plug him up, son," duke says as if this is the most obvious thing in the world.
robby opens his mouth, but then dennis whimpers as his grandpa twists and spreads his two thick fingers inside him. duke smiles at his grandson, then his son, as he rubs his grandson's spread cheeks.
"gotta make sure your boy keeps his sweet little ass ready for you, right?"
robby presses his lips together as he stares at his dad, trying not to focus on how much his son squirming between them. finally, he shakes his head, but forces a smile. "okay, dad."
"good boy." duke's eyes glint as he smiles at his son. "now," he says with a few pats on his grandson's ass and a tug of his zipper. "let's see what this baby can do."
How about this: Robby returns from his sabbatical to find that Duke and Dennis have definitely been fucking. Maybe Duke's motorcycle is parked in Robby's driveway. Maybe Dennis has been subtly posting about him on Instagram. Maybe Duke rubs it in Robby's face, bragging. I have been thinking about this a lot. I would love to know your thoughts.
oh @orlovbats you get it. you and me are on the same wavelength. i have written something where robby walks in on dennis and duke fucking, but i just know that after that happens, robby would pretend to be like…so fine with it. he would be a completely normal level of concerned! all of his qualms about it come from a completely professional place. he just doesn’t want his favorite almost thirty year old coworker being preyed on by an old guy who has absolutely no power over him. this one got away from me ngl. also low key ends with duke proposing them sharing lol.
robby, in the parking lot of duke’s garage, opened the godforsaken app instagram. he originally downloaded it to keep tabs on jake, making sure he wasn’t posting things he shouldn’t.
but now, when robby opened instagram, he went to the profile of his fucking intern.
ever since robby came back from his road trip and walked in on duke and dennis, there had been a shift in dennis’s internet presence. there were the usual stories wishing his friends happy birthday, gritty, blurry pictures compiled from nights out, monthly ‘photo dumps’ that robby assumed were sort of like a nonphysical scrapbook. but there were also pictures of work hardened hands with no face included, shots from dennis’s perspective with his legs around the body of a motorcycle, pictures of leather boots touching toes with dennis’s beat up converse.
it was duke. they were all with duke. robby overheard victoria calling it a soft launch, whatever that was.
robby poured over the kids profile like the morning paper, torturing himself with any glimpses he was given, before walking into duke’s garage. duke had invited him over to get a look at a vintage harley. or that was the pretense at least.
the air was weird when robby walked in. tom petty was playing from the radio duke always had on, but it seemed too quiet. duke had a satisfied look on his face, but there was an unfamiliar trepidation.
“hey, man,” duke greeted, not even bothering to get up from the rolling stool he was on.
robby couldn’t even look him in the eyes. “what’s up?”
“nothing much,” duke answered while rubbing some grease on a rag. “it’s been a while.”
it really hadn’t been. it had been a month, which wasn’t a long time for two adult men who didn’t work together to spend apart. but robby had gotten into the habit of coming in once a week, not even just for his bike. sometimes it was the game, if duke got something cool from an auction, or just to drink a beer.
robby sighed and looked up at the fan lazily circling. he couldn’t think of a single other thing besides the way dennis sounded when duke was thrusting into him. “you’re fucking my intern.”
duke let out a startled chuckle. “is he really ‘your’ intern. he works for the hospital.” he set the blackened rag down, getting up only to lean against a shelf. “but, yeah, we’ve been going together for a little.”
“‘going together?’” robby’s tone was borderline disgusted. “is that what you call fucking a twenty year old in my bed?”
duke’s eyebrows raised at the accusation. “he’s closer to thirty than twenty. and that wasn’t my idea.” he smirked and put a hand in his pocket, shrugged, and said, “can’t help it that the kid’s insatiable.”
“don’t talk about him like that!” robby couldn’t take it. he shouldn’t know that about dennis. he shouldn’t know that about duke. it was revolting, causing a visceral reaction that was close to rage.
duke persisted. “you don’t wanna know about how he has a thing for his neck? it’s all sensitive.” robby felt like sticking his fingers in his ears and going la la la. instead, he continued to seethe while duke went on. “he said i’m his type. he doesn’t usually go under forty.”
robby angrily scratched at the back of his neck. “i don’t need to know this shit.”
“you know what i think robby?” duke stepped closer. “i think you can’t stand that someone else got to your favorite little boy first.”
“what’s that supposed to mean?
duke walked over and turned off the radio when the eagles came on. he hated the fucking eagles. the air shifted again. there was confusion, denial, and motor oil stinking up the place.
“nothing,” duke denied. “you know what, i’m sorry for fucking ‘your’ intern.” he used air quotes around the possessive pronoun. “i’m going to keep doing it, but, well, i’m sorry it’s weird for you.”
after taking a deep, steadying breath, robby decided he had to let it go. duke was important to him. besides, what were the odds him and dennis lasted longer than another month. “fine. i don’t accept the apology, but…i’ll get over it.” he wouldn’t. robby would never feel neutral about it.
duke pulled over his extra stool. “come look at the chrome on this.” the oohed and ahhed together, lamented modern craftsmanship, and turned the radio back on. after grabbing two beers from the mini fridge and coming back over to sit down, duke threw out a casual, “we work well together, you know?”
speaking of snokhachestvo (aka cultural practice where a father-in-law has a right to fuck his son's spouse)...
what about dad!duke/son!robby/son-in-law!dennis with duke putting robby in the cuck chair?
duke is thrilled when his son robby brings home dennis and announces their engagement. "fine choice, son," he says, leering. "very fine." he eyes the young man all night, staring so much that dennis's cheeks are permanently flushed and robby repeatedly kicks his dad under the table.
when it comes time for their wedding night, duke insists on having the first round with his son's new husband.
robby is fuming, but he can't say a word as his dad carries his new husband up to their marriage bed. as the family's patriarch, it's duke's right.
robby sits inside the room with them, watching as his dad spreads his husband's cheeks and pushes himself gruffly inside him. dennis watches robby with wide, teary eyes, moaning in spite of himself as his new father-in-law fucks and fills him.
when duke speeds up as he gets close and dennis cries out, robby kneels down in front of his new husband to pet his hair and kiss his cheeks, wiping away his tears and whispering soft encouragement. "almost done, you're doing great, just a little longer" all the while knowing his dad will be back to claim his privilege again the next night, and the next, and the next.
