Dennis walked down the familiar alleyway at the bottom of his street on the way to his trial shift. He’d made himself comfortable at the pub many times already in the last year, but rather as a regular customer and not the sexy freckled bartender he often drawled to for another pint of apple cider. It was just last week he saw a poster on the wall next to the bar stating “We’re hiring! Join our small team of bartenders at The Pitt & Pint today.”- he’d needed the money and he supposed the commute wasn’t too bad.
As Dennis stepped through the front doors he was immediately hit with the deep smell of lager that was ingrained in the building and the low-set chatter of the regulars that attended. He found himself awkwardly approaching to the bar, looking for the so-called “Jack Abbot” that had replied to his application email. In front of him was a tall, older man with round glasses who looked him up and down and asked Dennis what he’d like to drink. Under the stare of the man’s disgruntled expression, he felt himself go pink in the face and freeze up on his words. “No sorry. I don’t want a drink, are you Jack?” He says, hoping to not make an utter fool of himself in front of the man before him. The guy across the bar stared at him in confusion, stopped pulling the pint he had in his right hand to pull up his sleeve and check his watch. The realisation then clicked on his face “Oh, you must be Dennis I take it?”. A quick nod from Dennis. “Just come through the bar and put your stuff in the backroom, i’ll be with you in a minute.” He says as he nods his head to the drink in his hand and customer impatiently waiting throughout their awkward interaction.
Dennis finds himself looking at the backroom after hanging up his coat and backpack, nothing special really- just a few dishwashers, spare glasses and a calendar with scribbles with what he supposed were key events at the pub. Before he got a minute to start deciphering the pretty awful handwriting in front of him, he heard booted footsteps quickly coming in behind him.
He turns himself around to Robby, looking up at him and waiting for him to say something. Feeling himself start to heat under his gaze he lets out a quick “Hi. Thanks for having me tonight.” Robby looks him up and down again (again! why does he keep doing that??) and asks Dennis “You worked behind a bar before, kid?” and Dennis ashamedly states “No, but i’ve got plenty of customer skills experience from other hospitality jobs.” To which he can tell Robby isn’t happy to hear, but will try and put a brave face on about. “No worries, you should be fine. I’ll give you a tour of the bar now and you can serve one of the locals. Top tip for your time here: If the regulars give you shit- give it back. They’ll respect you for it more than if you don’t. Let’s get you out there.”
Trying to take everything this beautiful man in front of him is saying, he nods quickly and follows him back to the front of the bar waiting to be shown how to pull his first pint. Robby seems to already be in conversation with an old guy on the other side of the bar, and Dennis hangs back behind him. “Who’s your shadow Mikey?” the guy quips, to that Robby’s (Mikey’s?) head does a quick turn to Dennis’ face and laughs. Dennis likes the sound coming out of his mouth. “This is Dennis, Harry. Be nice to him. Do you want another?” To that, the regular nods and Robby turns to Dennis. He leans down next to his ear and whispers “Don’t worry about him, kid. He’s harmless. Come on let’s get you making his next drink.”
Before the sound of Robby’s voice in his ear can reach his stomach, he quickly moves away from Robby and turns to face to Harry and look at his drink. “What is he drinking?” and to that Robby leans over his head and grabs a glass from the shelf above passing it to him. “The glasses should be above the relevant tap, try and match them if you can. Harry drinks the cheap shit on the right.”
As Robby leads him through pouring the pint, Dennis can feel his warmth radiating behind him and he feels his stomach heat again. In his head too much about the gruff bartender he can barely make eye contact with, the beer starts spilling out of the glass and Robby quickly starts to come over Dennis’ shoulder with a “hey, hey kid okay that’s full just knock the tap off when it gets there, okay?” Mortified with himself already Dennis wipes his hand down the side of his jeans and turns to face Robby (who is definitely stood way too close to him) and presents the drink in his other hand. “That’ll do. Go give it to Harry and i’ll show you how to take a payment.”
The rest of the shift continues to be full of Dennis embarrassing himself and Robby huffing out breaths of disappointment. He swears he even hears him mumble “Fucking Jack” under his breath at some point. Dennis checks his watch and the two hours he was supposed to spend here has passed, but he won’t say anything until Robby ultimately tells him he isn’t getting the job after his awful performance tonight.
He continues another few minutes, awkwardly trying to chat to the locals about himself and make jokes before Robby comes over to him. “Alright Dennis, I won’t keep you any longer as i’m sure I can hold down the fort for the rest of the evening. Mondays don’t normally get busier than this so I will cope.” Dennis quickly smiles and says “Okay, Robby. Thanks for your help tonight.” expecting to be let down easy about his position here. He starts heading to grab his belongings, when Robby grabs his shoulder under those big hands and says “Good job tonight, kid. I’ll be in touch with you for your next shift if that’s alright? Let me know any days you can’t do.” Dennis almost laughs in his face before realising he’s already on thin ice and can’t afford to lose out on the opportunity before telling Robby “Oh! Great thank you! I think your business partner Jack has my number so you can just contact me from there. I can do any days in the week. Thanks.”
Dennis thinks he sees Robby hide a smirk when he mentioned Jack but he puts it down to the fact he’s going delirious after his horrific trial shift has somehow landed him a job. Robby has already turned around to serve someone else before Dennis can examine that thought any longer and quickly shouts over his shoulder “no worries Dennis, see you later.”
On his way out, Dennis catches a glimpse of a photo frame on the dusty walls. It looks to be an opening of The Pitt & Pint before he was even born. Two men stand in the picture, proud as can be in front of the building. A young Robby he notices, and who he assumes is Jack Abbot? Wow, he thinks. He’s fucked. They’re both gorgeous.
Jack helped Robby to his bedroom, knowing the way like it was his own home - it was at the very least his second home, with the amount of time he spent there.
He pushed Robby into the bed, helping him undress until he was left in mother but his boxers, his tight black boxers that left nothing to the imagination.
Jack would be lying if he said the way his belly and hips hung over the waist band of them didn’t distract him, the way Robby was so tall and broad but soft around the middle. Jack would be covering him in his marks the second he got the chance. His mouth watered at the thought of sinking his teeth into the flesh of his stomach and hips.
“Cmon, Mikey, on the bed on your knees, chest down, just like that, good,” he praised from behind him, gently removing his prosthetic leg before taking up residence behind him. “If you want me to stop or slow down, anything, you have to tell me, okay?”
“Mmhm,” Robby hummed into blanket below him, already shaking in anticipation, his brain almost fully off line at the meer thought of Jack behind him.
We haven’t even kissed, he thought deliriously.
“Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me,” Jack groaned as he pulled down the other man’s boxers, kneading at the flesh after the offending garment fell between his thighs.
Robby whimpered, the touch already had him dizzy with pleasure. God, Jack was going to think he was pathetic.
He always got so desperate when he bottomed, so sensitive and pliant, and he was loud.
Jack chuckled softly, placing a kiss at the base of his spine before moving lower.
Robby was thankful that he had showered as soon as his shift has finished. He had been thorough, as he usually was when he headed into a few days off. He may have an unsuccessful love life, but he had toys and desires still.
The first lick from Jack had him keening, the new sensation frying what was left of his brain, sending shock waves up his spine, back down and to his cock, which twitched helplessly between his spread legs.
“Oh fuck, Jack, what the- hnngh-“ Robby panted, feeling as Jack mouthed at his hole, was he sucking? He didn’t know, he just felt.
“Mmm, goo’boy,” Jack hummed against him before diving in.
Robby was shaking, his arms gave out when Jack speared his tongue inside him, leaving him face down and ass up on the bed, his cock twitching and throbbing. He had no doubt that he was drooling and leaking onto the bedspread below him.
“Ja-ack,” his voice cracked, high and whiny, “please- fuck s’too much, s’good, so good, please I need-“
Jack just hummed, spearing his tongue again, fucking it in and out of him. He sucked and kissed and poked and prodded, the noises obscene. Robby could distantly hear a constant whine, not realising it was come from him.
“Think you can cum on my tongue, baby?” Jack pulled away to ask, leaving Robby whimpering, his hips pushing back before he realised he was moving.
“I don’t, I don’t know, I need, more, please more,” Robby didn’t know if he was making any coherent noises, in his head he was making perfect sense. To Jack, it was all muffled moans.
Jack managed to make Robby cum hands free, for the first time in his life. He had taken pity on him, the way he was shaking and crying, begging even though he didn’t know what for.
Jack had speared his tongue into his hole once again, adding a finger next to it, his saliva easing the way. He immediately bullied his prostate, his tongue not quite long enough to reach.
Robby had been mid moan, suddenly cut off like he was choking as his muscles seized. Suddenly, he was cumming, thick white ropes hitting his stomach and chest, his hold clenching rhythmically around Jacks finger and tongue, who continued to hum, sending more and more vibrations through him.
“S’t’much!” Robby managed to cry out, his cock still twitching between his legs.
Jack pulled back with a smirk, taking a moment to appreciate the mess he had managed to turn the big bad er chief into before easing him onto his side away from the wet patches of the blanket.
He wrapped him in his arms, helped him come back down gently, whispering praise into his ear as he rubbed his back.
“Did so good for me, so good, Mikey, you’re okay, I’m here,” and so on.
“Holy fuck,” Robby managed as soon as he could speak, laughing deliriously. “We haven’t even kissed,” he added, sounding more pouty than he was hoping.
“That’s what you take away from this?” Jack chuckled, shaking his head before he pulled him into a long, soft kiss. It send shivered down Robby’s spine for a whole other reason, the butterflies in his stomach doing flips.
“Please stay?” Robby asked shyly, refusing to meet Jack’s eyes as he asked.
“Oh, I’m not going anywhere, baby. There’s so much more I can’t wait to show you.”
Jack is stunned when Robby tells him, his signature confused look painting his face. His head was tilted slightly to the side to add to the confusion.
“What do you mean, you’ve never tried it?”
Robby just shrugged in response, nursing his beer. “I mean, I’ve eaten out other people, obviously, and they liked it, I liked it,” he explained.
That still didn’t explain anything, Jack decided.
“What, did they just not reciprocate?” He pushed, like this was the biggest deal since sliced bread.
“Nah, man, they reciprocated, but I was never the bottom in any of those scenarios, and even if I was, they weren’t into it,” Robby sighed, shaking his head. “One ex said they might if I shaved, but that didn’t work out.”
“Man, that’s bullshit!” Jack practically shouted, “it’s their loss, I mean fuck, who wouldn’t want the pleasure of eating you out?”
Robby felt his cheeks burn. “You’re drunk,” he accused.
“You know me better than that, Mike.” Jack tsked, pointing at the two empty cans that sat on the coffee table in front of him. “I’m just sorry you’ve never got to experience it, with the right person, it’s fucking amazing.”
“Yeah well, some of us are shit out of luck, okay?” Robby sighed, finishing the last of his beer before standing up to get another.
He didn’t get a step away before there was a hand grabbing his wrist, halting his movements.
“Why’d you say that, hm?” Jack tilted his head again, his gaze locked on Robby, who could have sworn his pupils had not been that big a second ago.
“Oh, cause I have such a great dating history,” he rolled his eyes.
Jack licked his lips, “you just have to ask the right question, Mikey.”
Robby felt his heart rate pick up. He couldn’t even remember how they got onto the topic of eating people out or getting eaten out or whatever it was. He felt hot all over, like his blood was boiling beneath his skin as he looked down at the man he had been lusting over for half his life.
“Jack..” he rasped, shaking his head. “Don’t say what you don’t mean,”
“What if I do mean it?” The other man practically purred.
“Fuck me,” Robby whispered, running a hand down his face, overwhelmed. “I don’t believe you.”
“Let me show you, then, baby.” Jack stood suddenly, crowding Robby, one hand still holding his wrist, the other coming up to cup his jaw. “Look at me,”
Robby couldn’t help but obey, eyes lust blown, pupils wide.
“Good boy. Do you want me to show you how good it feels to be eaten out, baby?” He cooed
“Please,” the taller whimpered, feeling his knees threatening to give out. Not that that would be a bad thing, he loved to be on his knees, using his oral fixation and lack of a gag reflex to his advantage to make his partner feel good.
this was probably the horniest dennis has ever been while working i know he was SPEEDING thru his charts so he could get home to be passed back & forth like a blunt
We should normalize Huckleabbot. Listen I also started as a hucklerobby then went to hucklerabbot but I feel like there is such little JUST Jack and Dennis content. Please start making atleast some Dennis/Jack content before I get my filthy fingers on ao3 again.
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