More so than the average person. Insanely so. Dennis has never really been a vocal person in life, let alone in bed, and he can't compete with Jack's mouth.
In more ways than one.
The man had waltzed into Robby's house like he owned the place and like it only made sense for Dennis to be there. As if the natural progression was supposed to go from favorite med student to favorite intern to house-sitter to the person Jack was fucking in Robby's bed.
Really, Dennis thinks as Jack pushes him down into the bed that first night, they could fuck anywhere but the bed. The guest room, the living room, the kitchen. Dennis wasn't picky. Needy, but not picky.
But there was something about the bedroom that Jack clearly liked so who the hell was he to say no?
He should've said no.
Because Robby is everywhere in this room. His smell is still buried in the sheets, there's still some dirty laundry and kicked off shoes, some books that have dogeared pages. Everything about it is an overwhelming reminder of the man who he's doing a favor for.
Maybe he should've asked Robby if part of housesitting for him included letting Jack fuck him. If there was supposed to be a list of instructions, maybe rule 17 could include:
Jack will come over for a fuck. This can last from 5 minutes to 5 hours. Just let him use you and thank him when he's done.
Dennis does his best to mind his manners and thank Dr. Abbot when he's done.
Especially because Dennis can't get anything beyond a moan or a gasp out when they are tangled up in bed. When Jack sticks his ankles on his shoulders and drills into him. When he yanks Dennis up and down on his cock, the illusion of control, letting Dennis pretend he's truly riding him and not just being played with.
But it's fine, because Jack talks enough for both of them.
"Figured you'd be an easy lay," Jack said that first night, sliding into Dennis like he'd done it a million times before. "You've got that cute little puppy dog look on you. So eager to please."
Dennis tried to tell him to fuck off but the only words that came out were harder, harder, I can take it, please-
"Heard you did good at work today," Jack told him like he wasn't fucking Dennis's throat to the point of tears. "Gotta stay on your game if you still want Robby to like you when he gets back."
"Stop running from it," he snapped, yanking Dennis back with an iron grip on his hips. "You stay still and let me use you or I won't let you come tonight or tomorrow."
Tonight's no different except for one small detail.
Robby called right as Jack was fucking Dennis with his fingers.
It had been so long Dennis thought he was going insane. The shower he'd taken when he'd gotten to the house was irrelevant with the new sheen of sweat across his body. Jack likes to talk and he likes to play. Play, torture, same thing.
He'd narrated how greedy Dennis's hole was, how desperate it was just like the rest of him when the phone had started buzzing on the nightstand.
Jack hadn't faltered. Still knuckle deep in Dennis, he'd reached for the phone and accepted the phone call. "What state are you in now, brother?"
Dennis had turned to look at him half shocked but had to bury his head back into the sheets when Jack kept his steady pace. He tried to tune out the phone call and just focus on the way that Jack was making his whole body shiver with pleasure. He didn't need to think about the fact that he was getting finger fucked in his boss's bed by his boss's best friend. That was humiliation enough for weeks.
Or years, since this was Jack.
"Yeah, I've seen the kid. He looks good. I think he's throughly enjoying the amenities of your place."
Jack just grinned at the pure shock on Dennis's face. "Yup, all rested up and well fed. Would think the kid's getting his dick wet with the pep in his step."
Dennis tried and failed to kick at Jack for the comment. In turn, Jack curled his fingers just so and Dennis had to bite down on his forearm to keep from moaning at the pressure.
"Oh, I'm sure he's very grateful. He's the please and thank you type."
They ended the call soon after and Jack tossed his phone without a care back somewhere on the bed. "What? Don't want to hear about how good you look?"
"Not when-Jesus-you're fucking-shit-doing this," Dennis groaned. Jack pulled his fingers out only to teasingly line the tip of his cock up against Dennis's ass.
"You better get over this whole shy thing, kid. You think I talk a lot? Robby talks and he's nice. The real romantic type to tell you how pretty you look and sound."
Dennis did not need to hear about how his other boss is vocal in bed. He needed Jack to fuck him and he tried to push back against his cock in order to entice him. All that got him was a sharp click of the tongue and a smack on the ass.
"He doesn't like greedy little sluts though. He'll make you mind your manners." He leaned down until his mouth was right next to Dennis's ear. "Wanna practice?"
"Please," Dennis whispered, face turning warm.
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me?"
"There we go," Jack praised and he pushed into Dennis so harshly his toes curled. He slid halfway out before slamming his hips back in and Dennis moaned, hands curling into the bedsheets.
"That's what Robby wants to hear. And he likes pretty sounds. Doesn't like it when you hold back."
His thrusts were slow, but deep enough to fucking punch the breath out of Dennis. A damn near squeal came out of his mouth and he could hear the way Jack grinned from it.
"Yeah, kid, just like that. Don't hold back, that just pisses him off."
Dennis tried to tune him out again, but Jack's nails dug into his hips, talking over the sound of skin slapping skin. "He likes a crier too. Which is easy for you. Hard not to cry with the fucking size of his cock. Heavy fucking thing."
He should tell Jack to shut the fuck up. He should stop listening to him.
Instead, he gasped, "Tell me more. More. Please."
Jack's pace increased, and his words never faltered. "He likes to watch your face. He'll have-ah- you on your back for hours. Says he wants to have-fuck, Dennis- something to remember in the morning. Still teaching you things, even in bed. He'll teach you how to take him, don't worry."
All Dennis can only cling to is the way that Jack's dick is making him feel and his fucking words. His vision going blurry from being moved and the way the nerves in his body seem to be ablaze.
"You'll feel him for days after. Gonna-shit-gonna limp around the fucking ER. Everyone will know, which is what he wants. He's possessive. Jealous like that."
Dennis groaned, moving back to expose more of himself to Jack. The man managed to reach underneath his hips and just barely graze his finger along Dennis's swollen cock.
"He's got some big fucking plans for you. Told me-yeah baby squeeze me like that-told me to spend my time getting you nice and trained for him. Wants a perfect little pet when he gets back. Something pretty to play with."
Jack squeezed his dick firmly and Dennis whined, turning his head slightly to look back pleadingly.
In response, Jack took his hand, grabbing the back of Dennis's head, and shoved his face back into the sheets below him.
Robby's scent filled his nose, his senses, and even if Jack was the one fucking him, it was almost like Robby was there too.
"Go ahead," Jack teased. "Take a whiff. Maybe you can find a cumstain somewhere down there. Get a little taste of what you really want."
Dennis came so hard his vision whitened out. Jack's lucky his hold was so firm on his hips as he slumped forward, clenching tightly. The swearing behind him barely audible from the waves in his ears. He could feel the heat and thickness of Jack's cum filling him and briefly wondered if Robby's will feel the same.
