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- The Pitt (TV) (8)
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Dennis broke the kiss, panting, his forehead resting against Robby's. "I've wanted to do this since that first day," he rasped, his voice raw with desire. "Watching you work, so in charge... all I could think about was what it would feel like to have you lose control with me."
The words sent a fresh jolt of electricity through Robby's already overloaded system. He didn't respond with words. He couldn't. Instead, he fisted his hands in Dennis's shirt, yanking him closer and crushing their mouths together again. This kiss was different. It wasn't frantic anymore; it was deliberate, deep, a claiming. He poured weeks of suppressed longing, of stolen glances at the ED of late-night fantasies into it, his tongue exploring Dennis's mouth with a hunger that bordered on violence.
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“Fuck– I mean–” She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “You babysit Harrison– isn’t it totally fucked if I–”
Victoria shook her head quickly, leaning into Cassie’s space, emboldened by the flicker of conflict in her eyes. “I’ve wanted you since, like forever. I’ve never– I feel it with you. I was sheltered, but– I know what I want now. I know what I like.”
A slow, brilliant smile spread across Cassie’s face, so infectious that Victoria couldn’t help but break into a matching grin. A little laugh escaped them both, a shared moment of sweet, absurd surrender.
The laughter died in Victoria’s throat as she closed the remaining distance, her kiss a little too eager, a little too clumsy.
(Mostly a character study the smut is like 100 words or sum)
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Robby kept the barrel trained on the center of the boy’s chest. He was acutely aware of how fast his own breath came, how it fogged between them in uneven bursts.
“You’re trespassing.”
“I know.”
Snow sifted down through a gap in the siding, dusting the boy’s shoulders. He didn’t brush it off.
“What are you doing in my barn?”
A beat. The boy swallowed.
“My name’s Dennis,” he said, as though offering it might buy him something. “Storm caught me out there. I saw this and I– I didn't know anyone lived here.”
Robby’s finger pressed just enough to feel resistance.Dennis’s eyes flicked to the gun, then back to Robby’s face. There was no defiance there. No calculation. Just fear–raw and immediate.
tldr; robby is a retired writer dealing with the death of his estranged mother and the “house” she left him. dennis is a self proclaimed runaway taking shelter in robbys barn when he gets caught. robby agrees to let dennis stay during the storm. -
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James looked like a deer caught in headlights, fiddling with the empty beer bottle in his hands. Dennis motioned for him to move, and James complied immediately, like a dog responding to a command. With James out of the way, Dennis opened the fridge and grabbed two beers, handing one to James. "Yeah. I mean- sorta, I guess." James finally managed, his voice barely audible.
Dennis leaned against the counter again, closing the distance between them. James looked like a colt trying to find its footing, all awkward angles and nervous energy.
"Yes, or sorta?" Dennis asked, letting his voice drop to that low, flirty register he knew drove people crazy. For once, he felt strong, dominant, in control. It felt damn good.
He twisted the cap off his beer. James looked down at his own bottle as if just remembering it was there, then fumbled with the cap until it popped open."Um, yes," James admitted, still not meeting Dennis's eyes.
Dennis smirked, taking a long swig from his beer, then another. James took a tentative sip, and Dennis laughed softly. The sound made James finally look up. Dennis fixed him with those eyes, the ones he knew made people crazy. "Do you wanna fuck me?" he asked abruptly.
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It would be just perfect, wouldn't it? To be fifty years old and finally have an epiphany about your own sexuality. Not gay, no, what was the word? Bisexual. And for it to be your fucking med student. Robby tried to sleep it off, but sleep offered no escape. The dreams, the memories, they couldn't be dismissed as nothing. That night, he found himself staring at his laptop, cursor hovering over search terms he never thought he'd use. He watched gay porn, but it felt clinical, distant, until a particular title caught his eye: "CUTE BLONDE TWINK AND BIG HAIRY DADDY." A wave of shame washed over him, but his finger clicked the link with a will of its own.
tldr; Robby is having a big fat bisexual midlife crisis because of a certain med student. After Dennis' graduation, they confess & fuck nasty style.