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“Dr. Whitaker-”
Dennis slowly took Dr. Robinavitch’s length in his mouth, filling him in places he had ever reached before. He looked up at him from his knees, admiring his strong figure. Corse grey speckled hair touched the tip of his nose as Dennis took him in completely, before bobbing his head up Dr. Robhinavitch’s most sensitive parts.
“Fuck Huckleberry, you have quite the mouth.” Robby said, his hand leaching into the younger's hair, taking subtle control of Dennis’s inexperienced motions. Dennis had never taken such a big cock, and startled by the sudden changes, Dennis moaned around the dick in his mouth, erupting a groan from the older man.
Dr. Robinavitch began to truly take over, fucking into the farm boy’s mouth, increasing his pace by the second.
“Whitaker-” He began to trip over his words “I’m gonna- fuck.” Then suddenly-
The loud blaring of Dennis’s phone woke him from his deep slumber.
“Oh fuck me.” He said to himself, clicking the *STOP* button and throwing his phone next to him on the mattress.
That's when the panic started to settle into the crevices of his mind, and his damp briefs. No seriously, fuck me. He thought to himself. Dennis had now been officially Dr. Whitaker for 6 months, and he felt an overwhelming sense of joy after matching at PTMC, the place he had learned to call home (at one point that was very literal.). He had made friends, people he genuinely enjoyed the company of. Mel and Dennis often went to lunch together; they had found a favorite Mexican restaurant around the corner that specifically catered to the very low spice tolerance of the both of them. Sometimes Santos joined too, if she wasn't skipping lunch or going out with her girlfriend. He wouldn’t have roomed with Trinity for this long if he didn’t like her. Even if he had to turn his bedroom tv on full volume when Yolanda came over. She was a good roommate, and an even better friend. Dr. Robinavitch had gotten especially close to Dennis during his time in the emergency center. It was painfully obvious to everyone else that Dennis was the older man's favorite. They spent nearly every hour of every day together, and Dennis wouldn't admit it, but he was kind of a kiss ass to the man. However, after tonight he had no idea how he was going to look his boss in the eyes today. It was shameful. He was committed to another. He recited a prayer to himself.
“We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.”
Not even his prayer could distract himself, and the thought of Dr. Robby having possession over him made him want to fall right back to sleep into his fantasy, and just before he drifted back to sleep he got a ping on his phone.
LINCOLN: good morning handsome ;)
His boyfriend. Triple fuck. Does God truly hate me? Surely not.
"But a man who commits adultery has no sense; whoever does so destroys himself." Keep yourself on track, Dennis.
Dennis had been officially “out” for about as long as he had the “Dr.” surname before Whitaker. It took a very long time, as his overall guilt was very overwhelming. But about three months later he met Lincoln in a coffee shop. He was the barista, and wrote his number on the side of Dennis’s latte. Lincoln was nice when he wanted to be. He was conventionally attractive, and best of all, gave Dennis great sex.
However, about a week after committing to Lincoln, the barista lost his job, and though he said he was searching, it’s a huge turnoff to Dennis for a 32 year old man with no degree to be choosing between McDonalds or Subway as a career choice. Lincoln was a slob, smacking when he ate, leaving dishes to rot in his sink, three week old laundry stayed in the hamper, and worst of all in Dennis’s medical driven mind, he never washed his hands. Before he cooks? Nope. After he cooks? Absolutely not. Picks his nose? Shits? Cleans up dog shit? Not once. Dennis wasn’t sure he even had hand soap in his apartment. He gagged just thinking about it. I need to break up with him immediately.
“Huckleberry! Hurry up or you are taking the bus!” Dennis heard Trinity’s voice echo through the walls of the bathroom, drawing him from his thoughts about his deadbeat boyfriend.
“Coming!” He yelled back, spitting out the last of his mouthwash before rushing to follow Santos out the door.
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“What is with you today, farm boy?” Santos said, placing her car keys in her locker, slamming the door obnoxiously loud.
Oh come on. “Nothing, just uh-” He glanced around the room coming up with an answer. “Just a rough sleep. That's all!” He gave Trinity a soft smile and rearranged the stethoscope around his neck.
“Wow, you are a really bad liar.” She said, her body leaning against her locker.
“If I tell you, you have to promise you won’t tell anyone.” He replied.
“Fine.”
“Not even Garcia.” He said, leaning closer to her ear.
“This is going to be awful, isn’t it?”
“I had a sex dream about Robby.” He whispered.
“Oh my God it is awful.” Her mouth dropped from a sly smirk to an exaggerated shock.
“You. Tell. Nobody.” Dennis pointed a finger in her face.
“Tell nobody what?” The flat voice of Mel interrupted.
“Dennis was just telling me all the gruelly details of his and Lincoln’s sex lives.” Santos said, Melissa’s face crinkling up into an unflattering expression.
“Uh- yep! Just talking about how amazing having sex is!” Dennis gave an awkward laugh, immediately regretting what he had just said.
“Well uhm… Good for you?” It wasn’t a question, but the way it came out of Mel’s mouth was one entirely confused.
“Thanks Mel.” He gave a soft smile to Mel, and then hung his head down, exiting the locker room with Trinity behind him.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Dennis said to Santos, who couldn’t help but laugh.
“What’s wrong with me? I’m not the one having sex dreams about our boss.” She let out a snort just before everyone circled by the nurse station, preparing for the night shift hand off.
Dr. Robinavitch stood at the head of the circle, one hand tucked comfortably in his pocket, the other holding an iPad, leaning against the edge of the desk, and his glasses perched on the edge of his nose as he analyzed the tablet in his hands. Dennis couldn’t help but stare. His eyes were fixated on the soft biceps that laid visibly tense. The way he gripped the iPad so casually with one hand and how his navy zip up gave a delicate outline of his stomach was so fucking distracting.
“Whitaker! Paying attention?” Dennis didn’t even realize that Robby was talking.
Immediately flushed, he responded with a soft “Yes sir. Sorry.” and uncrossed his arms, stuffing them in his pockets to make him appear smaller. God, if you are real, you will strike me with lightning at this very moment and put me out of my misery.
“Alright well, do your thing everyone. Keep patients comfortable.” He lightly slapped his free hand against the iPad, and everyone broke off from the circle.
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The farm boy was finishing up charting a patient from the night before when Dana stepped behind him, hovering over his shoulder.
“You are mighty slow today, kid. Seems like those rats are eating you alive.”
“I’m sorry, I’m just a little uh-” He looked at the blonde behind him, “distracted.”
“Roommate troubles?” She said, putting her hands on her hips, making her more intimidating than normal. “Because if Santos is bitching then you know-”
“No, no, no, not Santos. She’s good. Great actually.” He gave a soft laugh to Dana.
“It’s boyfriend problems isn’t it.” She cocked an eyebrow at the boy below her.
“Yeah, ya pretty much hit the nail on the head.” He straightened his lips.
“You’ll get through it, kiddo. If it’s bothering you so much, just dump the guy! He eats like a raccoon anyway. So grabby with his food.” That got a laugh out of Dennis, remembering the Christmas party a week before, where Lincoln had practically done all but hump the refreshment table.
“Very handsy with the company cookies.” Princess said, leaning over the counter that Dennis sat at.
“Like uncomfortably touchy.” Dr. Mohan chimed in. “But it’s time to get the same with a patient! Painful testicles in room 4.” Samira handed Dennis a patient chart, allowing him to get up and head to the assigned room.
He entered and saw a middle aged man sitting upright in bed, his hair brown with a shading grey coming in over his scalp.
“Hello, I am Dr. Whitaker, this behind me is student Dr. Javadi, do you mind walking me through why you are in today?” He said. The man in the bed had a hand resting on his balls, a painful expression laid on his face.
“Is it not in my chart?” The man had an agitated tone.
“We just want to better understand your…” Javadi started, directing a hand out at the patient. “Predicament.”
“My predicament happened playing basketball. Some dude elbowed me trying to block me from a stupid fucking rebound that he didn’t even get.” His voice quickly shifted from agitated to mockery.
“We are very sorry to hear that.” Dennis gave a stare that essentially said do not say another word to the student. “Do you mind walking me through a few of your symptoms while I check your vitals?”
“No I don’t mind, I just want to know why the hell I've been hurting for four days. My piss is practically beet red, my balls are the size of Texas, and I can’t hold anything down.” The man in the bed had now removed his hands from the outside of his pants, and was now resting his hands in them. Gross.
The symptoms circled through Dennis’s mind. Swelling of the testicles, bloody urine, vomiting, severe pain? Oh my God. Testicular rupture.
“Alright, I need uh-” He looked at Javadi. “Need to check with my colleagues, but while we wait please put on the patient gown. You are going to be here for a while.” He pointed at the gown sitting beside the bed.
“And sit around with my ass out? No thanks. Just give me some pain meds and I’ll be fine.”
“Sir, this is serious. Please just-” Dennis was interrupted by the door opening to the room. Robby.
“What’s goin’ on in here Dr. Whitaker?” He leaned against the doorway, his broad arms crossed against his chest, head cocked with a stern look. Again, so distracting.
“Testicular pain, bloody urine, vomiting. I’m thinking testicular rupture.” The young man ran his fingers around either side of his stethoscope.
“Good catch. Run an MRI and an ultrasound just to make sure. Javadi, call the OR and make sure they have space. Oh and uh Whitaker, meet me outside after, okay?” Robinavitch was unreadable. Most of the time, he had a comfortable facade, like he knew exactly what he was doing, but today seemed different.
“Yep! On it.” Dennis gave a straight smile, allowing his eyes to grace for a little too long as Robby left the room.
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