Jack loves his boys, but he wishes sometimes that they shared more of his interests. Robby never cared about sports, so Jack never bothered trying to get him to go to baseball or football games with him. He knew it would be a losing fight. Then, when they started dating Dennis, he was thinking that maybe the kid might be into sports given his boyish rural upbringing. Wrong. Dennis actively avoids watching any sports because his dad and his brothers used to stay up late screaming at old football reruns on the TV. So, that was out. There was a possibility the kid would be into his music. But he knew as soon as he saw Dennis rifling through their vinyl collection with a sour look on his face that that was not gonna fly either. The only ones he perked up at were some old obscure ones of Robby’s from the ‘80s. Maybe grunge really is dead. It doesn’t bother Jack, he still enjoys the things they all collectively enjoy, but there are things he has to save for when he’s alone or cut out entirely. He’s used to it, and the other two will never know. It’s okay.
Insert one Trinity Santos. Trinity Santos, butch femme fatale hiding-a-punk-in-there-somewhere repressed childhood number one draft pick. Over the course of their relationship with Dennis, Robby and Jack have sort of picked up Trin as some sort of stray, and they love it. They never say anything about it, just make her feel welcome and safe. One night, her and Dennis are having a sleepover in the guest room (Jack didn’t know adults still had those, and he’s a little jealous) when she pads out in her PJs and drops in the chair kitty corner to the couch. Jack is up watching the Pirates game from the previous day, one he’d recorded and already knew the final score of but wanted to see his team cream the other guys anyway. She doesn’t say anything. He wants to ask her what’s up, what’s keeping her from sleep, but he knows she’ll just shut down about it. She’ll talk about it if she wants to. In his dedication to not provoking her, he realizes the game’s been on for thirty minutes and he kicks himself for making her watch something so Jack.
But as he goes to turn something else on, she mumbles something as one of the players fumbles the baseball and misses out on a double play. Then it happens again on the very next at-bat, and she dramatically rolls her eyes and comments on the poor athleticism on the field. Come on, what the fuck was that. Pick up the fucking ball, idiot. Was she… watching the game? With intent? Trinity Santos likes baseball? Holy shit, Abbot, act natural. The game finishes, an astounding 14-3 victory over the Padres, and Trinity has a wide smile on her face.
Jack decides to nut up and be brave. “You like baseball?”
Trinity scoffs. “Of course I like baseball. Lesbian, hello.” Like it’s obvious. Duh, of course Trinity likes baseball, she likes women. Jack hadn’t considered that. Maybe it’s a new lesbian rule he doesn’t know about. Noted.
He laughs quietly. “Sorry, should have known. The boys don’t like to watch games with me so I usually have to hide out here to watch them when they’re asleep. Which sounds pathetic now that I say it out loud.” Geez, way to go, make it awkward.
To his surprise, Trinity doesn’t find it awkward. She laughs. She has a wide smile on her face, one Jack and Robby rarely get to see in earnest. “Yeah, Huck’s not one for ‘ball-sports’ as he calls them. He’s into horse racing, that’s about it. Little freak.”
“Really? Horses? I guess, farm boy, whatever. He probably likes the rodeo too.” Jack is joking, but from the look on Trin’s face, he’s absolutely right. “Huh. I guess it seems kind of obvious now that I think about it.” Yeah, the begging to see Jack ride the mechanical bull at their local Gregg’s seemed pretty honest.
To Jack’s utter surprise and delight, Trinity stays up for another hour or so, just shooting the shit with him and talking about the games she used to go to as a kid, and how she hasn’t been to one in years. She says she used to love going to see the Phillies play, but she can’t stand the team these days. And she’s a Patriots fan, which Jack finds questionable as a Panthers guy himself but he doesn’t dare say anything to deter her from sharing. He doesn’t think he’s ever heard her talk this much, especially not to him or Robby. It’s… nice. Like catching up with a friend you haven’t seen in a while. Jack mentions that he gets Pirates season tickets every year, and her face absolutely lights up.
After that, they come to some sort of silent understanding. They don’t talk about what drew Trinity from her sleep that night, but Jack starts bringing her with him when he does his guy stuff. They catch every home game they can manage between their schedules, which turns out to be quite a few. Jack definitely didn’t talk Robby into manhandling the schedule around to make that possible. Trinity mentions one time that she misses her gym membership and the definition it gave her, and Jack invites her to use their building’s extensive athletic facilities without hesitation. The girl can lift, Jesus Christ she might start to make Jack look bad. They have a group chat between the four of them, Jack, Robby, Dennis, and Trin, and the first time Trinity sends a mirror pic of her and Jack flexing their biceps together and making the most ridiculous faces, Dennis cries. He sobs into Robby’s neck about how happy he is to see his best friend doing things that make her happy without shame. He cries about Jack being the perfect male role model to someone who needed one a long time ago but didn’t get one. They don’t tell Jack or Trin about this incident. She even feels comfortable enough to drag Jack along with her to some local punk festival, which they’re all a little skeptical of since Pittfest, but they know they’ll be safe. Jack ensures his scary dog face is on the whole time, and he’s not afraid to use it. They have an amazing time.
When the holidays roll around, she’s a little surprised to be invited to the Abbot-Robinavitch Annual Conglomeration of Hanukkah and Christmas. She’s got about a week to get gifts in order, which is fine anyway because she’s a major procrastinator about that stuff. And Trinity doesn’t usually give a shit about gifts, giving or receiving, but she wants to do good this time. She feels like this is important somehow, like a rite of passage. Dennis assures her a hundred times it’s really not that serious, but she’s still nervous. She buys Robby some ridiculous bottle of Scotch that’s apparently his favorite, under the direction of Dennis. The kid himself gets a new pair of boots, nice leather ones from some hick brand she had to do extensive research about. Jack and Robby chipped in on these since they were almost four hundred fucking dollars, what the fuck. She waffles on what to get for Jack for a couple days, but ultimately decides to express order him a vintage Panthers jersey off the internet, belonging to one of his favorite players of all time from the ‘90s.
The shipping is outrageous, but it’s worth it to see the absolutely stunned look on his face when he opens it. To her sheer horror, he tears up almost immediately. She has never seen this man become emotional, and she’s seen him on some pretty shit shifts. She’s definitely never seen him cry. But he just wipes his cheeks, sniffles, and gives her a watery thanks, kiddo. Then he laughs, deep from his belly, and hands her the gift he’d gotten for her. She, too, feels a stinging in her eyes when she opens the box to reveal a set of merch from her favorite Pirates player. There’s a jersey, and a hat that’s signed, holy shit, and a dirty baseball. Jack explains that it’s a ball he caught from one of the first games he went to when he moved to the city.
Trinity sets her things aside and levels a very serious look at Jack. “Are you wearing your peg leg, old man?” Dennis and Robby both whip their heads towards Jack, terrified of how he’ll react. They rib him, too, but Trinity wouldn’t know how to be subtle or sensitive if someone paid her. But Jack just smiles and nods. “Cool, stand up.”
As soon as Jack is soundly standing on two feet, Trinity is tightly wrapping her hands around his middle, cheek pressed to his chest. He squeezes her just as tightly around the shoulders in return, even being so bold as to press a kiss to the top of her head. She doesn’t pull away for a good ten seconds, longer than she’d hugged anyone in, well, a really long time. Dennis thinks that maybe they both needed it.
Trinity lets go of him and says thank you so sincerely it’s not even undercut by the way she immediately follows it with, “Whatever. Fuck off.” They all laugh, and continue with their evening of gifts and food and drinks.
Trinity thinks that she’s never felt so much like she belongs somewhere. She’s never been afforded something so warm, or loving, or close to a family. She thinks, selfishly, that she hopes she can keep it.
They never plan to let her go, anyway. She’s in it, now.
Camboy!Jack, who is using it to pay his way through medical school.
It wasn't his first choice, but his parents cut him off when he came out, and he refused to join the army like his Dad kept pressuring him, too.
He's good at it, though, and there's this one viewer who might be his favorite. He's the sweetest in the comments, tips the highest, and always pays for private chats even if Jack is too tired to do more than jerk off.
Robby is chief of emergency medicine at PTMC.
He works too much, has very little free time, and every relationship he's ever had ends before it even begins.
So, on nights when he can't sleep or is is wired tight — he goes online.
Live cams are new to him, a little odd but he enjoys the interaction.
Finding JockRabbit was just a stroke of luck (pun intended)
Does he feel pervy watching this kid who can't be any older than 21 making doe eyes at the camera with his dick in his hand? Kind of.
But those eyes? Curls? That mouth?
Robby's never come harder than when JockRabbit winks at camera and thanks him for the tip.
So twice a week, Robby settles into his favorite pastime. Watches JockRabbit get off for an hour, then pays for a private show until the boy is sleepy and saying good night.
Then cleans off and goes to sleep.
Its a steady routine.
A little fucked up
But a routine none the less
One morning, Dana wrangles him before he slips into a trauma to remind him of the new set of med students.
"They’re a little late today, but they'll be here soon."
"Great. Lemme know when they are." He gives her a thumbs up then dives right in.
He's elbows deep in a trauma, ordering the room at large what to do.
An eager shadow slides next to him, hovering as he explains how to intubate.
"Then pull." He leans back, letting the patient head drop, "Thats how you intubate."
"That was amazing."
Robby's heart stops. His blood runs cold.
Standing beside him in a pair of black scrubs, gloved hands clasped together, hazel eyes bright with wonder is the star of everyone of Robby's filthy fantasies.
"Uh-"
"Hi, Jack Abbot. MS-3. Nurse Evans sent me in here. I'm excited to be working with you, Dr. Robinavitch."
He's even more beautiful in person.
"Robby." He snaps.
Jack's eyes widen, "Uh-"
Robby clears his throat, "Sorry, Robby. You can call me Dr. Robby "
Jack's weary expression shifts into glee, he holds his gloved hand out and grins, "Pleasure to meet you Dr. Robby."
When Robby peers into the bedroom, the sight nearly melts his fucking heart.
Jack is properly out like a light, head tilted back- not to the side- so his breath catches in soft little snores. The huffs of air catching Dennis' fur on his ears and making it flutter a little.
Dennis isn't asleep though, he's curled up around Jack but propped up on one elbow so he can peer at his sleeping face. Not that Robby blames him, he too has been enchanted one too many times by the softness that settles on the features of a sleeping Jack.
He leans against the doorframe and watches as Dennis' ears perk up at a particularly loud snore, tilting his head to the side and then back as his ears flop. He grins into his hand as he ties not to laugh, letting it go on for a while before Dennis lift his hand and looks like he's gonna touch Jack's face.
"Den," he whispers, low enough that Jack won't wake, and the boy freezes.
Slowly, he turns to Robby with a sheepish grin.
Robby nods his head up and back, and Dennis gently extricates himself from Jack, prying his sleeping hand away from his tail and padding over to Robby with a grin.
He puts a hand on Dennis' shoulder and leads him safely down the hallway before he asks, "what were you doing, hmm?"
Dennis yawns. "I woke up so was just watching him. He has freckles. I just wanted to touch one. Sorry."
"It's okay Den. Maybe we let him sleep a bit now though yeah? Wanna come hang out with me downstairs?"
"Yeah!"
"Good boy, come on then puppy."
Dennis flushes a wonderful pink and follows him without question downstairs. But when they get into the kitchen he starts to squirm, shifting on his little brand new socked feet.
"What's up pup?"
Dennis bites his lip, "do you wanna try it?"
"Try what?"
"The like, no-talking puppy stuff."
See, Michael knows that Jack thinks his desire to adopt a hybrid comes from the dog he nearly adopted as a child before his bubbe found it a new home with people who were much more equip to care for it. It had broken his little heart. He'd cried about it for days. He'd told Jack this story what- years ago- when they were both still fresh faced and laughing over beers, pretending not to be wildly attracted to each other. Jack's clearly remembered it, and when he pitched Robby the idea of adopting a hybrid together he'd seen the story reflected back at him in Jack's eyes.
Michael is happy to let him believe it.
Really though its all about devotion and control.
He loves Jack, more than anything, he'd be quite happy with Jack for the rest of their lives but …
It's just that he feels like his life is slipping by faster and faster, and he sees people die every single day, people with hopes and dreams and loves and untouched potential. People who probably never got to experience things in their lives that they wanted to try. Were too ashamed to try. Didn't have time to try before-
See, Michael has been thinking a lot about mortality since Adamson, in a way he knows scares Jack.
It's just that he doesn't want to die having never… it sounds stupid, even when he says it to himself. Having never fulfilled his fantasy of fucking a sweet omega hybrid? Fuck off Robinavitch. This is why, despite all Jack does to encourage him, he can't talk to Jack about this. Why he kept it not so successfully hidden from him for so long.
Worse, too, Michael thinks, because it's not even entirely sexual.
Devotion. Jack won't let him dote on him or baby him or coo and praise him. He'll try to an extent but that just isn't him, and Michael doesn't want to show his love to Jack that way. Not when he has a million better ways to show it that Jack is on board with. And Jack is devoted to him, too, but on a deeper level and sometimes… sometimes Michael lays in bed at night and thinks about what it would be like to have that in its base form.
The way a dog loves it's master. The way a hybrid might love him. The raw simplicity of it.
Devotion and-
This is why he can't just get a dog. Because it's also about control. And the control is sexual.
Michael is not unaware of his desire to take charge and lead. Would have been a piss poor career choice to go for the big job if he didn't. He, too, knows this desire has a tendency to leak like a dripping faucet into other aspects of his life.
In a way that sometimes makes him feel a little sick to his stomach, the way he wants to have a someone eat from the palm of his hand and squirm on his lap and tease them until they blink into subspace, all whiney and perfect and waiting with baited breath for his command. Jack bottoms, gets all bratty and desperate, but he never- he never just-
Michael loves the sex they have, the push and pull and the equality of it all. He'd be quite happy with Jack for the rest of his life. He would.
But as always Jack sees him, even when he doesn't want to be seen.
"Oh- " Robby stammers, cock twitching. "I think we should probably wait for Jack before we do anything um-"
Dennis flushes beet red and squirms. "Not that! Unless that's- I just meant- I guess I thought when it's gonna just be us that I would act like your puppy all the time even when were not doing sex stuff. Or?"
"I mean-" Robby rubs the back of his neck. "That is what I was thinking yeah."
Dennis nods, "Cool, yeah."
"Do you want to try it?"
He narrows his eyes as the kid avoids looking at him.
"I just…"
"You can tell me puppy, it's okay."
"I just don't want to mess up? Like maybe we do a trial run where- where I can still ask questions and you can tell me if you want something different. I want to be good."
Robby frowns, "puppy you are go-"
"I'm not though. I know I'm not. I was- sometimes I wish I was one of the hybrids who couldn't talk and then I wouldn't be so much trouble and everything would be simpler. I got in trouble a lot growing up Robby, I know I'm not good."
As he speaks, Dennis' ears slowly fold back against his head, and Robby's heart breaks for him. Maybe this is what Jack meant when he said he wanted a rescue. Maybe he knew that Robby's bleeding heart would have no defence against this.
"Okay pup, come on, lets go sit on the couch and have a little chat."
Dennis' ears flatten fully, and he follows Robby to the couch like he's walking to his own grave.
He sits the pup over his lap so his lets stretch across the cushions and runs a soothing hand through his hair and ears until the kid calms down a little.
"Dens, listen to me okay? This is all super fun and exciting right? But it's also new for all of us. Theres going to be stuff we don't get right, or we try and don't like, and all three of us can change our minds at any time yeah? That doesn't make us bad. Me and Jack, well we'd prefer if you didn't throw our things about, break our plates and glasses, chew on our furniture or pee on our clothes-"
Dennis takes the bait. "I would never do that."
"I know Dens, because you're such a good boy right?" He ruffles Dennis' hair. "Heres what I'm thinking, which mind you puppy, might change when we start doing this because I've never lived with a hybrid before either- what I'm thinking is that it would be really nice to come home to you baby, to give you a little cuddle and maybe play a little, actually play, make some dinner and we both eat- maybe I can feed you little bits and you can sit by me and take it from my fingers, cuddle up with me while we watch TV or I do admin work on my laptop, if you need anything you can paw at me or whine or bark and maybe it could be a fun little game for us both to figure out what you need? I want to give you what you need Dens. We can talk about the sexual stuff later with Jack but… none of that means you can't speak if you want to, or need to. I'm not- this isn't- I don't want that. I want you to want to be like that with me, it won't work if you don't and that's okay too. Is that something you… want?"
Dennis chews on his bottom lip. "Yeah, I really… I really want to try that. That sounds like… really good to me Robby."
"Yeah puppy?"
"Yeah. I was- I meant what I said before, I really like just being more like a proper hybrid? It's nice not to think simple sometimes."
Like a dumb little pup. He thinks, but doesn't say yet.
"Still wanna try it out? A little hybrid-" He waggles his eyebrows and Dennis puffs out a laugh, "-approach? How about until Jack wakes up, we give it a go and if you have any questions just speak up pup, and if either of us don't like anything we just say. A little trial run?"
"Could we-" Dennis stops again, and Robby waits patiently until he finds his words. "-maybe we could like. You've just adopted me right? We could play like you're- like I am one of the hybrids without speech capacity? For a little bit."
~
"Now puppy-"
Dennis is knelt in his kitchen, sat back on his heels and blinking up at Robby with the most adoring face he's ever seen, ears fully pricked up and waiting.
"- you've been a very good boy so far. I know you're desperate to explore, but if you keep being such a good boy for me I promise I'll give you a treat, would you like that hmm? Would you like that Dens?"
Dennis whines, following it up with a little excited yip as his tail swishes so hard it wiggles his body, just like at the store.
Robby feels like he's gonna fucking pass out. He feels like he's on the precipice of getting everything he's ever fucking wanted and he's not sure what he's done to deserve it. Like on his birthday, when his bubbe would hand him his carefully wrapped present and for a second before he unwrapped it, it could be any of the things he'd been too shy to hint at, because he wouldn't want to be trouble.
"Good boy. Here, you can have one now for sitting so good." The wiggles increase, and Dennis opens his mouth and carefully slips out his tongue.
His cock twitches as he places the gummy bear into Dennis' mouth, waiting until he closes and sucks at his fingers a little before pulling back. Dennis hums happily.
"That nice?" He ruffles Dennis' ears. "Come on let me show you the living room."
Because he hasn't got his collar on yet- Michael thought best to wait for Jack- he slows his walk and drops his hand to play with Dennis' hair as he crawls besides him. When they make it through, Dennis looks to the dog bed, back to Robby, then back the bed and lets out these puffy excited whining noises.
"Now what's all that about pup? Hmm? So dramatic. Go on then, go try your new bed."
Dennis yips and tumbles into it, rolling around and stretching and rubbing his face all over it. Scent is important for omega hybrids, Robby has read, especially dog-hybrids. So he comes over and plays with his boy, ruffling his ears and roughhousing him a little until he hopes both of their scents are on the fabric. Right up until Dennis gets real squirmy, rubbing his legs together and-
Ohhhh.
Robby narrows his eyes.
"Puppy are you getting excited?"
Dennis whines pitifully, looking up at Robby with big pitiful eyes.
"No puppy, we can't-" He's interrupted by a louder whine and the spreading of legs. "Dens, no. We have to wait for Jack."
Dennis pouts, looking ridiculously human when he does, and Robby is helpless to the laugh that bubbles out of him.
"Come sit between my legs like a good pup and you can have a treat."
Dennis contemplates this, but ultimately gives in and nods. Lovely.
"Okay pup stay- that's right, good boy, stay there-" he makes his way to the sofa and sits. "Okayyy- come! Come boy!"
And like a dream Dennis does, scrambling to him and nudging apart his legs to be able to sit on the floor between them, balancing his head on Robby's knee and peering up at him while his tail hits Robby's shin with each wag. He parts his little mouth, and FUCK does Robby wish the treat he could give him is his cock. Instead, he slips in another gummybear- green this time.
"A little treat for a good little boy. Now, see this?" He points to the couch. "You're only allowed up here when we- me or Jack- say okay puppy?"
Dennis pauses, blinking a little as he comes to. With two fingers he taps on Robby's knee and gently says his name. When Robby gives him the obvious all clear, he asks, "is that all the time? Or just when I'm like this?"
"Oh- oh just when you're like this. It's- we don't have to-"
"No I think its fun, I was just wonderin' is all."
"Okay then, sure, just when you're like this. I doubt Jack will do the same when its just you to though."
Dennis nods, and then gives a little huff of a bark, butting his head against Robby's knee.
"Okay, because it's new you can come up puppy, come on up you get, that's it, want to cuddle on my lap? Up puppy! Oh that's a god boy here have another treat."
Dennis hums happily around Robby's fingers, his tongue- slightly rougher than a humans- wiggles between Robby's fingers.
"Aren't you just the sweetest thing." He coos, pressing a kiss to Dennis' forehead and letting Dennis' suck on his fingers.
~
"Well, isn't this a lovely sight?" Jack mumbles from the doorway, his sleep soft eyes crinking when he yawns, ending it in a smile.
"Jack!" Dennis yips, completely forgetting, it seems, his promise to be quiet and trying to wiggle out of Robby's hold. He lets him, watching with delight as he bounds over to Jack and nearly knocks him sideways with the force at which he goes in for a hug.
Jack lets out a big old man huff.
"Woke up to see you'd snook out on me." He mumbles as he presses a kiss into the kids curls.
"Robby came and got me." Dennis says, snitch.
"Did he now?" He looks up at Jack, but Jack's eyes are filled to be brim with fondness. "Hope you didn't get up to too much fun without me?""
"Well," he drawls, watching Dennis tense up in Jack's arms. "He did get extra squirmy playing about in his little bed, but he was a good boy and waited for you."
"Oh really? Well I think we should reward such good behaviour don't you Robby?
He laughs, "oh yeah, start that positive reinforcement early!"
not seeing too many posts about him so I'm spreading some love for Ernest Harden Jr. (aka Louie), well deserved nomination and hoping for the best for him this award season
He always opens his mail on camera, but he usually releases the content as pre-recorded videos. He's been sent some really fucked up stuff from subscribers, and he can never tell if it's going to be a box of 20 used condoms or a luxury vibrator.
This time, he was sent a non-descript black box. Opening it up, it looked like any other vibrator dildo combo. The size and shape wasn't anything unusual from the vast collection his subs had sent over the past several months. His top two subs, JxckRabbxt and MRDoc, loved sending him top of the line dildos, toys, plugs, lingerie, harnesses, etc.
So when this item, arriving in a big fancy matte black box, didn't look any different from the others, Dennis was a little confused. A note was written along with the box.
"Use me. On camera. Tonight."
Dennis rolled his eyes. Of course his subs always wanted him to use the toys on camera as soon as humanly possible. This wasn't anything different from his normal requests.
Picking it up and rotating it in his hands, he found a silver button. Wow, not even multiple buttons to change the pattern or frequency. To say he was underwhelmed was an understatement. Okay, the boy was a little spoiled now, so what?
He clicked the button, waiting for the typical vibrations to spring to life, but nothing happened. It rested as still as a stone in the palm of his hand. Frowning to himself, he dug through the box and found a charging cable. He plugged it in and promptly forgot about it for the rest of the day.
Later that evening, when he was preparing for his usual livestream, he picked up the dildo again. Testing out the silver button once more, he was disappointed to find that nothing happened. He flipped it around and took a closer look at it. Engraved in the silicone were the usernames of his two favorite subs: MRDoc and JxckRabbxt!
Dennis felt a thrill of excitement as he pictured the two of them collaborating to get him this gift. Too damn bad it didn't even work.
He sighed and pressed record and started the livestream, walking around the camera to plop down on his bed. This evening he wore just a simple pair of boxers. He didn't have the energy for anything fancy, especially after a grueling shift in the ED with a certain boss he couldn't stop lusting over.
Dr. Robby seemed uncharacteristically upbeat today. His enthusiasm only got stronger as the shift came to an end and most people joked that he probably had a hot date tonight. Dennis couldn't help the small pang of jealousy that coursed through his veins when Robby didn't deny the rumors.
His other boss, a certain night shift attending, was missing today during handoff. Dennis had been looking forward to his brief glimpse of Dr. Abbot before going home and fucking himself senseless with dildos on camera. He was disappointed to learn that the man had scheduled this specific night off a month or two ago. The jealousy and disappointment of the day had exhausted him and now he had to pretend to enjoy this defunct gift. Great.
"Hey guys, long day at work, didn't feel like dressing up tonight."
The comments started rolling in.
JxckRabbxt: Hey baby. No need to dress up for us.
MRDoc: Your package is pretty enough without wrapping paper baby.
"It was mail day today! I hope you guys enjoyed the video I uploaded earlier. And to the sub that sent me boxers covered in dry cum, I'm not sure what you expected but they now reside in my trashcan. . . Anyways. We have a gift to try out today from two of my top subs!"
He pulled out the dildo from behind the camera and made a show of holding it out so they could see. He stripped off his boxers and drizzled some lube into his hand as he slid himself back on the bed. He stroked his dick a couple times, winking at the camera. He usually prepped himself before filming so his subs didn't have to wait for his soft cock to harden. He knew most of his subs were probably already stroking themselves, waiting impatiently for his next move.
"So uhhh I charged it earlier, but I'm sorry to say, it might be broken."
Dennis made a pouty face for the camera, clicking the silver button and puckering his lips when once again, nothing happened.
MRDoc: Give it a go, kid
JxckRabbxt: Bounce on it a couple times, might need a warm up
Dennis lowered himself further onto the mattress and lazily dragged the defunct dildo up his inner thigh before slowly circling it around his lubbed up hole. Dennis made a show of biting his lip and inserting just the tip before pulling it back out again.
MRDoc: All in baby. Every inch for Daddy.
JxckRabbxt: Don't tease us, take it all in one go.
Dennis leaned forward and read the comments quickly before glancing at the camera once again and biting his lip.
"Y-you guys really want it in me, huh?"
He spread his legs open and without further ado, shoved it all the way in. It wasn't by any means the largest dildo he'd ever taken. No, that title belonged to his dragon dildo over on the shelf to his right. But ever the entertainer, Dennis scrunched up his face and gave a small whimper.
JxckRabbxt: C'mon kid, give us a show
Dennis huffed and adjusted his angle, pulling out the dildo, then shoving it back in with considerable force. He let out a small moan and proceeded to do it a couple more times, bringing his free hand to his dick.
MRDoc: *gifted 100 tokens*
Suddenly the dildo buzzed to life inside of him. Surprised, Dennis squealed and scrambled into an upright position, bracing his arms on either side of him.
JxckRabbxt: *gifted 150 tokens*
The dildo buzzed to life again, this time for longer. Dennis moaned again, closing his eyes and biting his lip.
MRDoc: Good boy, Denny
JxckRabbxt: *gifted 200 tokens*
This time the dildo buzzed with a new pattern. "OH fuuuuuck mmmmph" Dennis moaned out. He leaned back and started playing with his dick again, riding the vibrations until they came to a stop again. He pulled it out and held it up to the camera.
"I don't know how y'all fucking programed this thing to work with the tokens system but fuck, this is amazing!"
He gave the camera a big grin and plunged it back inside himself, eagerly awaiting the next round.
MRDoc: *gifted 300 tokens*
Dennis swept his feet out from under him, falling completely back against the mattress. His moans were no longer for show. He was genuinely enjoying this. It was like his subs were taking control and fucking him how they wanted. His orgasm was entirely at their mercy.
JxckRabbxt: *gifted 500 tokens*
The dildo, still vibrating, starting undulating within him. Dennis snapped his eyes wide as his back arched at the new sensation. This dildo was actually curving and thrusting itself into him like a real cock.
"Fuuuuuuck" Dennis moaned out, a spurt of precum dotting his tummy. The undulating stopped and was followed by a rapid pulsing. Dennis whimpered and gripped the sheets. Then it all stopped.
Dennis whined and looked directly at the camera with pleading eyes. "Please, please do that again."
MRDoc: Since you asked so nicely.
MRDoc: *gifted 500 tokens*
Dennis crashed backwards into the sheets again, pleasure sweeping though his body. He moaned and humped his hips in the air when the vibrating started pulsing though him. His dick bobbed with the movement, slapping back down on his lower belly.
JxckRabbxt: *gifted 1,000 tokens*
The dildo started rapidly wiggling, vibrating, and pulsing all at once. It worked it's way directly against his prostate, causing Dennis to cry out in pleasure. His breath came out in soft pants as he writhed on the bed.
MRDoc: *gifted 2,000 tokens*
"OH FUCK nnnhhhhhgggg mmmmph ohhh mmm AH!" Dennis cried out as he came all over himself. His hips bucked in the air, hands gripping the sheets. He hadn't orgasmed this hard in a long time.
JxckRabbxt: Good boy.
The vibrating continued long after he'd gone limp on the bed. His subs got a great view of his hole clenching around the device as his cock twitched in a puddle of his own cum. He laid like that, unable to move for another minute or two before saying a breathy goodbye to his subs and clicking off the camera.
From across the city, hundreds of men sat still with loads busted all over themselves, watching as the cute little camboy wished them a good night. Two of those men, Dr. Robby and Dr. Abbot, leaned back in their seats, feeling like Gods--entirely responsible for this boy's pleasure tonight.
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The best brainworms come at 2 AM when you have work tomorrow and know you're only gonna get about 3 hours of sleep. Thanks @eggcompany for getting me on this brainwave!
Heavily inspired by the camboy art on X by petyrithoe. I couldn't find their Tumblr, but they have some amazing fanart!!! If anyone knows their Tumblr handle, let me know!
so convinced that he deserves an unhappy and lonely life devoid of pleasure that he decides to use his prized possession as a means to kill himself because even in death he cannot have nice things for long;
a guy who genuinely seems to believe that his lack of wife/kids/pond is a moral failing on his part and some indication of deep rot inside himself that makes himself inherently unloved (despite the fact that he is clearly loved by his coworkers, by duke, and even by janey & jake even if the pittfest shooting has damaged that);
broken down so totally by his job that he's been rendered incapable of recognizing his triumphs and can only see the blood on his hands from all the people he's failed to save
Jack had always wanted a puppy, he liked dogs enough and even had his favorites when he was deployed in the military but he never really got to adopt one. Now that his wife is not around the puppy will just be lonely when he's out of the house during his shift.
That was until he had discovered one of the newer interns living in the abandoned floor in the hospital. Taking Dennis Whitaker home was like adopting a new puppy, he had convinced himself that he's only doing the right thing by providing the kid with a safe place to sleep in especially after that whole mass casualty incident.
The rules were simple, Dennis can stay for as long as he likes and he can do things like chores but that wasn't mandatory. As long as he's not stealing things from his house and not make a big mess Jack is more than happy to keep him here. Dennis' big blue eyes held nothing but confusion as he tilted his head like a puppy does and Jack can't help but to reach his hand and pet his head.
Dennis was quick to lean on his touch unconsciously and blushed a cute shade of red as he realized what he was doing. Jack only gave him a smile as he patted his back, wanting to run his fingers through his hair, he cannot be normal about him, about his new puppy.
"Get some rest, pup. You had a long day." The nickname easily slipped out before Jack could help it.
It's been a year. A long ass year for them. It was August 5, 2027 now, as he looked at the calendar on the desk.
Jack Abbot has been on the shift since 7:00 am and now it is 12:00 midnight. It wasn't like he had anything planned. It wasn't like they had anything planned.
But he didn't push himself too much; he knew his limits. So when he retyped laceration for the 5th time now, he knew that it was time to go.
He slowly turned to the man occupying the seat beside him, also charting—he assumed— the last one today.
"Hey, Whit. Time to go home?" He said, looking at Dennis.
Dennis didn't look up from the computer, delaying his reply for a few clicks. Then, the computer went to its default screen; he finally turned to Jack and said,
"Yeah, alright."
Jack nodded at him before standing up and stretching his arms up. He saw in his periphery that Dennis did the same. He looked around the department, looking for a particular attending. Once he spotted Shen, he just nodded, to which the man waved at him. They'd done handovers a few hours ago, the actual end of Jack's shift.
He worked days and nights for 10 months now, covering any shift had a gap. He didn't overdo it; he's sure about that, making sure that he actually had two consecutive days off every week or two.
Dennis, on the other hand, volunteered for swing shifts every now and then; today had been one of those days which he was grateful for.
His body worked on autopilot at this point: locker, change, bag, and car. Trusting Dennis to follow, he did just that.
Jack was not proven wrong with that trust because as he got to the passenger side of the door, it was already open and Dennis was grabbing the bag he was carrying. He begrudgingly let the younger man take it as he hopped in.
When he settled down, he closed the door and bent over to massage his leg and carefully release his prosthetic. He also opened the built-in compartment below the dashboard, grabbing the familiar cream.
As soon as he finished rubbing the soothing cream on his stump, he leaned back to the backrest and pulled his seatbelt down, locking it. Just in time as the car shifted to the new addition of a weight beside him.
Dennis turned the key, turning on the ignition. Another turn and the car's engine cracked into life.
"Seatbelt?" The younger man checked.
"Yep. Seatbelt." He said as he looked at himself from the side mirror, seeing the strap over his chest.
"Leg?" Dennis didn't look at him as the man double-checked the mirrors and surroundings.
"Partially gone." He says dryly.
"Jack." The younger man snapped his head, turning to him.
Jack rolled his eyes. "Fine. You know that."
Dennis shrugged as he put his hands on the wheel. "No harm in double-checking."
The way to their house had been a blur for Jack. It was familiar. Too familiar. It didn't help that it started to rain around 5 minutes from home.
By the time Dennis had parked, the rain was pouring down hard. The two men, too frustrated and exhausted, just said, "Fuck it. They'll shower, anyway," and ran towards their porch absolutely soaked.
When they entered the house, they immediately started to strip off their soaked shoes and clothes.
They had a routine for times like these: Jack would go shower, Dennis would put the soaking clothes in the dryer and cook whatever dinner he came up with.
That's what exactly happens. Jack grabs his crutches beside the shoe rack as soon as he finished (neatly, mind you) stripping before beelining for the bathroom.
The shower was great. He felt his muscles slowly relax. The hot water was pleasant, calming. When he finished his shower, he saw clean clothes on the sink, which he changed into after drying himself.
When he came out of the bathroom, he saw Dennis with a towel around his neck, who had already changed into a dry and comfortable t-shirt and sweatpants, in the kitchen, humming and cooking something in a pan.
He smiled at the sight and went over to him and hugged him from behind. "Done. Your turn. I can take over that," he said as he slowly let Dennis go and grip the handle of the pan.
"Finally. It's cold out here, you know?" Dennis groans playfully as he slid out of Jack's hug and let go of the pan.
Jack chuckles at his response, turning his shift to cooking as he heard Dennis shuffle out of the kitchen.
Somewhere around 1:10 am, Jack had already had plates ready on the small coffee table in the center of their surrounding couches, and Dennis had already re-emerged from the bathroom, hair still damp from the shower, making his way to the couch, where Jack was.
Dennis plopped down beside the man, TV remote already in hand and turning it on. He immediately clicked on BHO, a streaming service they frequently used. He frowned when a prompt message popped up instead of the usual loading screen; it read:
' Sorry. You have not renewed your subscription. Please try again later or check your account.
[ Retry ] [ Check Acc ]'
"You really can't have anything good after a shift, can't you?" Dennis grumbled at the same time he heard Jack groan beside him.
"I swear this is automatically subscribing. It's literally connected to my bank account." Jack said irritably.
"Well, maybe you ran out." Dennis chuckles, teasing Jack. Dennis clicked the 'Check Account' option.
They were not prepared for what they saw next.
Robby's face with a circular frame stared back at them.
Jack tried to swallow when he heard Dennis' voice.
They both looked at each other slowly, seeing both of their watery eyes.
Dennis broke first, slowly smiling at Jack.
Then before they knew it, they were both laughing.
Not laughing softly. No. It was genuinely loud laughs from the both of them.
"Oh my fucking god! We're both idiots!" Dennis says as he tries to catch his breath.
"I can't believe we forgot," Jack says as he holds onto the couch and tries to control his own breathing.
"Fuck—" Dennis says as he wipes a tear from his eyes. He leaned back onto the couch, his hand wiping his eye.
Suddenly, the tears didn't stop. His hand kept wiping and wiping, and yet, his vision remained blurry.
Someone was sniffling. Someone was hiccupping. He didn't notice that someone was him.
Somewhere in-between his tears, he saw Jack. Jack also had tears running through his face. He also saw that the smile Jack had was slowly faltering as he looked at him.
Dennis gently got closer to him. Fighting his own crying back. He put his hand on his shoulder, making the older man focus on him.
That's what broke Jack. He was now sniffling and softly whimpering. As soon as he saw Dennis' own wet and blotched face, he pulled the younger man into a hug. And Dennis? He just hugged tighter.
Michael "Robby" Robinavitch has been dead for a year.
Michael "Robby" Robinavitch had left Jack and Dennis alone for a year now.
Michael had killed himself a year ago. In the third month of his sabbatical. In this house. Slitting his wrists and overdosing. Dennis had been the one to find him.
And he had the nerve to leave them a year of automatic paying subscription of a TV streaming service? What a fucking joke.
It wasn't a joke, though. Jack and Dennis both knew that.
That's what hurts more.
It was just so like him.
It was him. It was the Michael Robinavitch they knew, know. The one that loves watching whatever cheesy romcom or reality TV on BHO. The one that came home to them two weeks before the end of his sabbatical. The one that got them into the habit of watching TV while eating dinner. The one that got them watching whatever sport they weren't into. The one that they missed so fucking much.
What do you do with this much love left over?
Dennis and Jack were left there. In the house they were too attached to. In the house where they had no one but each other to understand now. In the house that they both knew didn't take Michael's life away, but reignited it. Just not enough for him to stay.
They were left dealing with the love that had nowhere to go. They were crying and hugging on the couch, where Michael had laughed and opened up to them the first time.
The dinner was cold now. The TV was off. The two men were together, limbs entangled, as if letting go meant one of them would disappear. Both with red-rimmed eyes and tear tracks on their faces.
It was 2:30 am now. Dennis glanced at the clock on top of the TV.
Jack noticed too. 2:00 am. An hour since that prompt.
Dennis lifted his head from Jack's chest and looked at him.
"Grief just hits us randomly, huh?" Dennis chuckles.
Jack chuckled back, sitting up slightly, "Yeah."
It was silent for a few minutes before Dennis sat fully up. Jack raised his eyebrow at him before sitting up too.
Dennis looked down at the food, then at the TV, then down again, "Do you think... he'll want a renewal?"
Jack could hear the hesitation. He didn't reply immediately; instead, he looked down at the food. He sighs as he picks both of the plates off the table and puts one on his lap and offers the other one to Dennis.
"Yeah." He says softly.
Dennis nodded at him. He exhaled and silently accepted the plate from Jack.
And if they both started to cry again while eating? That was only for them to know.
And if they both held each other as they tried to sleep? That was only for them to know.
And if Jack transferred some of his money to Robby's linked bank account to BHO? That was only for him to know.
virgin dennis being into cnc becase he feels like he's too old to be a virgin and too awkward about sex and is putting way too much pressure on his first time being perfect. so it's just easier for him to imagine someone else taking that choice away from him.
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