The concept of Abbot and Santos betting over who will be able to win over Whitaker first; Abbot, or Robby.
Abbot of course places his money on himself, but Santos bets on Robby just to see that look in Abbot’s eye when he’s determined to get something done.
On one fateful day, Whitaker is scheduled to work the night shift.
Abbot takes advantage of this fact and when everything finally settles down, he pulls the younger man aside to the bathrooms. Behind him, he locks the door.
“Sir- Dr, Abbot? W-what are we doing here? Did I do something wrong?” Whitaker stutters as he backs himself up against the cold steel door.
“Don’t worry about it, kid. You haven’t done anything yet.” He smirks and Whitaker sees this glimmer shine in his eyes. The look of desire.
“Jack,” the name feels wrong coming from him. Especially at their place of work. “What is this?”
“I think you mean ‘Dr. Abbot’, don’t you, Whitaker?We are at work after all.” His gaze lowers until it reaches the hem Whitaker’s scrubs.
He grazes the fabric as Whitaker watches carefully before sliding a hand inside.
A shudder is sent down Whitaker’s spine once he feels the cool chill of Abbot’s calloused hand against his warm skin. He leans into the touch of the older man without a second thought.
“Please,” Whitaker cuts himself off. He doesn’t even know what he was going to say for his mind is so clouded with lust.
“What is it, kid?” His hand reaches around his waist, bringing their bodies closer. “What do you want?”
Whitaker mumbles something to himself as if he was the only one who needed to hear it.
“Say that again for me? A little louder please.”
“You. I… I want you.”
Their lips crash instantly and Whitaker moans into Abbots mouth. That sets him off and he moves his hand lower, reaching for the waistband of Whitaker’s scrubs.
Before his finger slides in, he pauses, “Tell me you want this.” His eyes looking directly into Whitaker’s
Immediately he receives a nod
“No. Tell me. Use your words.”
“Yes. I want this.”
“Good.” He then falls to his knees and sinks his finger into Whitaker’s scrubs. He pulls them down and finds himself staring at the mess he’s made.
Whitaker watches in complete awe as Abbot kisses his way up his thigh. He starts out slow but grows increasingly more impatient before he begins to lick Whitaker’s cunt through the soaked fabric.
The feeling grants a whimper from Whitaker. Immediately he goes to cover his mouth to muffle himself, but Abbot stops him.
“Please,” He whines.
“Not happening, kid. I guess you’ll just have to be careful.”
Eventually Abbot pulls down the garment and takes his fingers to Whitaker’s throbbing cock.
“fuck.” Whitaker mumbles at the tingly feeling. Normally he wouldn’t be so sensitive to this type of touch, but he had taken his testosterone shot before this shift. Now, he’s learning to regret that decision.
Abbot brings his tongue back onto Dennis’s cock, lapping circles around it while he inserts a finger inside his cunt.
“Oh, fuck. Jack,” He whines at the loss of contact. “What… happened?”
“What did I say? We’re at work. Address me like you would out on the floor.”
Whitaker pouts, “Seriously?”
“As a heart attack. Unless, you want to stop?”
The mere idea of being left all pent up with no way to combat how horny he feels sounds like hell on earth, so he submits.
"I dont gain anything by taking myself out early." <- said after teleporting down from the ledge of the mages tower. Said while walking away from mages tower. Oh okay.
Fork found in kitchen for smajor1995's character to have some suicidal thing going on but still cant get over that
Rest in peace Allura and Darius Springwell 🙁
On lighter news..
MY FIRELILY DUOOOO YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY I WAS WHEN HE BUMPED INTO HER 🥹🥹🥹 MY FIRELILYLYYLYKEMEMMSWKAKWOO🥹
Theyre so peak awwuwhhh
Glad that lore bit ended with him building graves for his parents :) very nice way to end that bit..
i think its very frustrating that every time i figure out and get comfortable with one part of me a mystery part decides it too would like to be a mental disorder