So maybe Jack’s a bit of a fucking liar.
Maybe most people would frown upon his actions. Like Human Resources or an ethics committee or anyone with a brain. Or a moral code. A sense of right and wrong.
Jack’s moral scale is just…he calls it disproportionate.
Because he's pretty sure fucking Robby's boytoy in Robby's bed is not exactly the most ethical thing he's ever done.
It was an accident. He will swear that, up and down, until the day someone can prove otherwise. It was always an accident. He was never planning to fuck Dennis.
But he'd gotten a text from Robby asking him to check in on the kid. Whitaker had said things were fine, that no one had given him any problems, and one thing had led to another and Jack was coming over to see proof that Robby's kitchen appliances actually worked.
Then Whitaker let the yoga thing slip and Jack offered to show him some moves and he doesn't know how they went from the living room to the bedroom but they did. Somewhere between the crescent lunge and the python Jack was sliding his cock into a flushed and begging Whitaker.
In Robby's bed.
Jack also swears it was supposed to be a one time thing. He didn't anticipate getting so fucking attached to the kid. He didn't anticipate the way his mouth would start to water when he thought about having the chance to kiss Dennis in the hallway of Robby's place. Learning every single way that Dennis wanted to be kissed, touched, fucked.
So he's not surprised that the text he gets mid-blowjob pisses him off.
how's Whitaker doing?
Something turns in Jack's chest. He can't help it. Robby wants to know how the kid he left is doing? Robby wants to check in with the sweetest boy who sighs like an angel when Jack kisses his neck?
He takes the picture when Dennis's eyes are closed. His cock buried deep in the kid's throat, hand tangled in those little blonde curls. Robby was always decent at sucking dick but Dennis does it like it's a fucking pleasure.
Jack sends it before he can think over it twice. Pulls Dennis up to his feet and pushes him back on the bed as gently as he can. "Need to be in you, sweetheart. Been waiting all fucking day for it."
Dennis is loud. Loud and Jack has to slide his thumb into his mouth to give him something to suck on while he uses his other hand to prep him. Loud and impatient, wiggling beneath Jack's body weight and eyes fluttering as Jack pumped his finger in and out of him easily, curling his fingers on occasion to get a little high pitched whine.
It takes two of Jack's fingers for the call to come through. It vibrates next to them on the mattress and Jack's pulse quickens in excitement.
Dennis twists, pulling Jack's thumb out of his mouth. "Who is it?"
He doesn't even have to look at the screen. "Robby."
"Do you need to take it?"
Jack tilts his head, watching the way Dennis squirms beneath his stare. "Do you want me to take it?"
"What?"
"You heard me. Do you want me to take it?"
"I mean-" Dennis bites his lip anxiously. "I can wait. If you need to."
Jack hums, grabbing the device and pulling his fingers out of a very sad Dennis. "Who said anything about waiting?"
He answers the phone right as he slides his cock into Dennis, whose eyes widen the second his words register. "How's it going brother?"
"Jack. What the fuck are you doing?"
"Well, if it wasn't clear from the photo, I'm kind of busy fucking your intern."
Dennis squeaks, reaching up to bat at Jack's hands. Jack puts the phone on speaker easily, tossing the phone to the side. He grabs Dennis's hands and pins his wrists down with one hand, keeping one hand on Dennis's waist to balance himself. "You sent a picture?!"
"What the-are you fucking kidding me?" Robby sputters upon hearing Dennis's voice. "What the hell are you doing?"
"What? Jealous?" Jack teases. "Yes, Den, I sent a picture. Wanted to show Robby how pretty you look on your knees for me."
"That's so-" Jack pulls out halfway and slams back into Dennis, effectively cutting off whatever complaint he was going to make. Instead it's just a whimper. "Oh, God-"
"Jack," Robby barks over the phone.
"I can't FaceTime you, perv. It takes a lot to keep him satisfied. He's so fucking needy."
"I'm not-" Dennis starts again but Jack slaps at his thigh and fucks into him harshly.
"You are, aren't you? He does better after a few rounds but Jesus, brother, he's still tight every single time."
He was. Jack has to stop himself from spilling into Dennis like a teenager every single time he pushes in. The way he grips Jack's cock like a vice, the sounds he makes, little gasps of air, the way his toes curl right when he's about to come-
"Abbot." Robby's voice is hard and Jack grins at the tone. He loves when Robby gets all snappy and possessive. One of the greatest joys in his life is pushing Robby's buttons. "Stop touching him."
"Why? Last I checked you're not here to help him out. I can't leave him all desperate."
He shifts slightly, angling his dick a little better and is rewarded with sinful moans spilling out of Dennis's mouth. "Oh, there we go. Sorry, sweetheart, just needed a second to find that spot."
"J-ack," Dennis barely threatens. His legs curl around Jack's waist, always trying to pull Jack closer, drag him back in. Like Jack would ever want to leave him. "Hang up. Now."
"Why? I'm pretty sure Robby likes hearing you."
There's a slight pause, a silent hitch. Waiting to see who will deny it, who will hang up first. Dennis is inches away from the phone, he could reach out and end the call. Robby is all alone is some fuckass cabin and could do it just as easily.
Jack chooses that moment to lean down and use his teeth to graze at Dennis's pec, biting down and sucking harshly.
It's an immediate win. Dennis keens, hips flinching, eyes rolling back, dick twitching in between their bodies.
He can hear Robby swearing over the phone. "Tell me how it feels, Dennis."
Jack bites down harder when Dennis fails to respond.
"Dennis," Robby says almost desperately. "Give me something, kid."
"It's-fuck-hurts, he's so mean, but it's good-"
"What does he look like, Jack?"
"Prettiest thing I've ever seen on a mattress," Jack responds, pulling out slowly and slamming his hips back against Dennis's. "Got him on his back and he's trying to get me closer. Balls deep in him isn't enough. Poor thing wants to feel it in his throat."
Dennis twists slightly but Jack grabs his chin and forces him to make eye contact. "He's shy too. Acts like he hates hearing how pretty he is when I fuck him but you should see how fucking hard he gets."
He knows Robby is touching himself. He's a little upset he can't see it. Dennis probably even more so. There's no way Dennis doesn't drool the first time he sees Robby's cock.
Dennis's cheeks are bright red, practically glowing. Jack just grins, leaning down and kissing him messily. He's addicted to how Dennis tastes, all sweetness and honey. Everything about him was addicting.
"Too bad you can't see it yourself," Jack tells Robby when he pulls away. Dennis whines, chasing after his lips with a pout. "I have to stop myself from staring at his ass at work. Once you see it naked, it's impossible to look away."
"Send a picture," Robby challenges and Jack just laughs.
"Come home and fuck him yourself, brother. Maybe I'll share."
"Jack, please-" Dennis pleads. "I need-I'm so close-"
"Ask Robby," Jack pants, hips aching from his pacing. Dennis squeezes him so fucking nicely. "Ask Robby if you can come."
"Please," Dennis begs, reaching wildy for the phone. "Please, please, Robby, tell him I can come, please-"
"Fucking-yeah, baby you can come."
Dennis somehow manages to tighten even more and something in Jack's stomach flips and he just groans, hips chasing the pleasure and following quickly.
He has to practically peel Dennis off of him, arms still curled around him selfishly. When he pulls out of Dennis's hole he gets a slight whimper that he shushes. There's white leaking out of him and Jack tsks lightly.
"Don't waste it," he chides, reaching down and scooping some of the cum up on his fingers and forcing it back in. Dennis mumbles something incoherent in response. "You want a picture of this, Robby? Or would you rather see it in person?"
There's an annoyed sigh. "I'll be there by the morning. Make sure he gets enough sleep tonight."
The call ends. Dennis opens one eye sleepily to stare at Jack. "Was that your plan? To get him home sooner?"
"No. I just wanted to see if I could piss him off or not."
The kid scoffs. "Sure, Jack. Whatever you say."
Well, if Jack could only lie to himself, that was between him and the next session with his therapist.