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After whitaker moved in with Santos she started taking him out to gay clubs. She encourage him to go full out and lets him borrow her clothes. He was shy at first but as the night goes on he gets more comfortable and started dancing with an older man him next to him. He had salt and pepper hair and square jaw.
He ended up making out with the guy in a corner of the bar. He saw Trinity from the corner of his eye, flirting with a girl. He caught her eye and he smiled before turning back to the man infront of him.
Around 3 the bar closed and they were kicked out, in the crowd of people the man was nowhere to be seen so they decided to go home.
He however forgot that he had a 7am shift the day after. He reluctantly draged himself to work, already exhausted. When he sees the look on Robbys face it's clear he looks as horrible as he feels. Robby puts a hand on his back. "How are you feeling kid?"
Whitaker gives a tired smile. "fine, just tired." Robby hums but doesn't remove his hand from his back till his briefing. Robby doesn't say anything more about it but Whitaker can feel himself being watched for the rest of the day.
He finaly drags himself to his locker at the end of his shift he's ready to fall into bed and sleep forever. Until Robby stops him with a hand on his shoulder. "You alright Whitaker?" Whitaker nodded and tried to give a smile. "Long day, I'll be alright" Robby nodded, hand sliding down his arm "Get some rest alright?" Whitaker swallowed hard. "Yes boss" He muttered before speedwalking to his locker. A flush spreading on his cheeks.
A few weeks later, after making sure they both had the day after of, they headed out to the club again. Whitaker borrowing Santos's clothes again and Santos doing his makeup. He looked even better than the last time.
After pre-gaming with shots they left for the club. The lights were bright and it was already packed with people. They got a drink and talked for a bit until Santos dissapeared into the crowd. Whitaker looked around before downing the rest of his drink and deciding to have some fun as he got sweped up into the crowd.
He ended up dancing against a man who had his hands all over him. He was just slightly too tall to comfortably kiss but Whitaker didn't mind. After too many drinks and a rough make out sessions in the middle of the dancefloor he took Whitaker home and fucked him into the mattress so hard he knew it was going to hurt the next day. He pulled his hair and kissed his roughly inbetween thrusts. He took care of him after, cleaned him up and held him until he fell asleep.
The next afternoon Whitaker woke up with a pounding headache. Fuck he shouldn't have drunk so much. He looked around and realized this wasn't his room. Thoughts of last night came back to him and he groaned quietly.
The other side of the bed was empty but it was clear someone slept there. He reached out for his phone to find messages from Santos. "I just woke up, Where are you?" Whitaker smiled "I went home with someone, I'm alive. Don't worry." The reply came almost immeadiatly "Lucky you, need to know the all details when you get home." Whitaker rolled his eyes and put his phone back down.
He sat up slowly, trying to ignore his headache. He looked around, clothes were strewn across the room. But he didn't see his own. He looked down and saw that he was in an overzised shirt and his boxers. He also saw an paracetamol and a glasd of water on the nightstand next to him. Whitaker smiled and quickly took in.
After 20 minutes he got up and stumbeled around till he found the kitchen. Where he found none other than Doctor Robby. "Good morning Dennis." He said with a smile.
Dennis's eyes went wide as memories from last night came back to him. Robbys hands on his waist, his tongue in his mouth, his smile as he laughed at something Dennis had said, his hand around his neck pushing him into the mattress, the groans that fell from his lips, the care Robby held him with afterwards.
"Holy shit, It’s you." He leaned against the counter, whitekuckeling the edge as it slowly started to sink in. He just fucked his boss. A man he met four months ago, the same man who he has been enamored by for weeks. But most imporantly was his boss. “Oh fuck” He said louder than intended.
Robby laughed at that and walked over to him. Placing a cup of coffee in his hands "Take a breath kid." Dennis quickly places the mug to his lips to keep himself from saying anything more and he turned away from Robby.
After a while he calmed down enough to trust himself to say anything more. They have moved to the table. He cleared his troath “Won’t we get in trouble?” He asked. Robby furrowed his brows. “Why would we get in trouble?” “HR and all. I don’t think this is very workplace appropriate.” Robby laughed. “I won’t tell if you won’t.” He said, half serious. Dennis swallowed “Oh uhm okay.” He smiled and they went back to eating in silence.
When they finished their breakfast Dennis stood up. Before remebering that he was wearing basicly nothing "Uh- Where are my clothes?" Robby blinked at him "Oh right." He walked out and returned with a neatly folded pile of Dennis's clothes. "Here you go, you know where the bedroom is" Dennis nodded, and walked of.
He came back in the same clothes as yesterday night, it wasn't much and he was feeling slightly exposed. "I- uhm - I'm gonna go." He said softly. "Santos is waiting for me" Robby smiled and put a hand on his back, leading his to the door. "Alright."
He leaned against a wall and watched Dennis put his shoes on and stand up, reaching for the door. Robby frowned. "Do not you have a jacket with you." Dennis shook his head. "I'll be fine."
Robby shook his head, took of his sweater and handed it to Dennis. "Don't want you freezing to death" Dennis blushed and quickly pulled it on, he practically drowned in it. "Thank you" He said softly.
Robby stepped forward and cupped his face, angeling it upwards. "You look so pretty in that." A soft smile on his face. Dennis ‘s face flushed and he quickly pulled the older man down in a kiss. It wasn't long but enough to make Robby breath heavy when he pulled away.
He swallowed hard and with a quick goodbye he practicly ran out of the house. Leaving a stunned and flushed Robby watch him go.
He pulled out his phone and texted Trinity. "I'm coming home, be ready."