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"Hey, can you keep a secret?" Dennis said, whispering.
"Why the fuck are you whispering? We are the only ones here." Trinity looked at the blue eyed boy in front of her, drawing her eyebrows together.
They were having lunch while sitting in the break room. It was awfully quiet that day. The patients came and went from time to time but it was nothing serious. When they decided to have a quick meal, Dennis swallowed his embarrassment and decided that it was time to talk about his little crush to his beloved roommate. However, there was something he missed. A tiny, little detail.
His roommate was Trinity Santos.
"Are you serious?" She said wide eyed. Her mouth was open and there was a hint of smile that he found very irritating. "Do you have daddy issues or something Huckleberry?"
"Keep your voice down!" He said, still whispering but this time, it was a bit more louder. It was meant to warn her in some ways.
"Man, you are one horny motherfucker aren't you?" her smile was now more visible.
"He is the one touching me! I swear to god, one time I think I felt his thumb caress my neck. I am not lying." He was getting redder and redder as he kept talking. "I know it's dumb or whatever but it felt nice, okay? And now this stupid crush happened and I have no idea what to do."
Their first day at the PTMC was a hectic day for sure. They were expecting a lot of people in the ER of course, but the events that happened that day were so much more than just dead or injured people. Dennis was grateful, however. He learned a lot that day, and it was not just about saving people's lives. It was about learning what kept people alive. And he learned this from everybody who worked their ass off at the Pittfest. Especially Dr.Robby.
He was a kind person whose soul was scattered all over the place. When Dennis saw him, sitting on the PEDS' cold floor, surrounded by dead bodies, crying and praying, something ached in his body, right in the middle. His heartbeat fastened and his hands started to shake but he kept it professional. He learned that from Robby, too. He sat beside him and talked to him. And when he got up and reached his hand to the man, the face he saw was a piece of heaven. He didn't realize he fell for the doctor. He always thought that the feeling inside of him was just a little bond that happened when they talked about their feelings, their faith and a little quote that he heard from the attending. He thought it was just a small thing.
Unfortunately, it was not.
"So you are telling me that you fell for your old, tall, handsome, mind you, old attending." She was having fun for sure by the sound of her amused voice.
"You didn’t have to say 'old' twice." Dennis said with a straight face, or at least he tried. "I know it's weird. But I can't choose who I am going to crush on. Also, before you ask again, no," he pointed out to her, "I don't have daddy issues."
She raised her hands as in surrendering. Her meal was finished and she was getting up to wash her hands and leave.
"I just want you to be okay, Huckleberry." She said while throwing her trash. Her voice sounded a bit more serious now. "This stuff with older man, is not for me. But if you say you're hooked, it's not my place to tell you it's stupid or wrong. Just, be safe."
He heard the difference in her voice. Dennis nodded and smiled, making eye contact.
"Yeah, um, I understand. You don't have to worry about me. I am not planning to do anything about it anyways so, it's fine." He sounded relieved. "You are the closest friend I have here. I just wanted you to know."
"Yeah, yeah." She said, smiling back. She turned around slowly right before opening the door and leaving the room. "Also, did you talk about this with anybody else?"
"Ah, yeah. I had to tell Mel about it because she was worried how red I got this morning while we were with Dr.Robby and Dr.Mohan." He laughed nervously. "I told her it was not something medical but she kept asking so I had to tell her."
"Oh, so you call me your best friend but I am the second person you come to talk about your old man fantasies? Unbelievable."
His smile dropped.
"Old man fa- What, no?!" Oh, he was red now. "It's not- Hey wait! Trin-"
He had to come back for his apple juice that he left behind, while running after his friend, before their shift ended.
//
"Okay, so..." Dennis stared at the box in front of him with a skeptical look on his face. "You have a present for me. On Halloween?"
"Yeah." She said with a weird smile.
Well, Dennis thought, if Trinity has a 'weird' looking smile that means it must be something ridiculous. And he was right.
"Trin, oh my god, are you serious?" He lifted the shirt in his hands. It wasn't even a shirt, it was a crop top. And it said 'I ♡ Older Men' in front of it. "I'm burning it."
"No!" Trinity said while jumping on his feet from the comfortable couch. She was laughing her ass off and Dennis was as red as a tomato.
"I am not wearing this." Dennis said, holding the shirt with one hand now. He holds it as far as he can.
He couldn't believe that Trinity did something like this. Well, he could but after all the things he said to her about forgetting what happened in the brake room, she still bought something like this. Yeah, it was Halloween and everything is a joke but still. Even though he thought the shirt was cute.
Well, he was never going to say that out loud.
"Look you don't have to wear it if you don't want to, okay? It's just a joke, don't take it seriously." She said, her laugh slowing down. She put a cute expression on her face, pouted her lips and lifted her pointer finger in the air before she said the next lines. "But I wanna see it on you just one time, please?"
"Absolutely not." Dennis said, almost shouting. "You're going to take photos and will show it to everybody. I know you will."
She gasped audibly after hearing what he said. "I can't believe you, Huckleberry. After all the things we've been through, you don't trust me?"
"Can you blame me?"
"I mean yeah, you're right, I can't." She said sitting back down. "But I promise you, I will not take photos. You can take my phone if you want."
Dennis looked at the phone she was handing him. It wouldn't hurt to try it one time, right? He was just going to wear it and he would take it off just as quickly. It will be fine. It shouldn't go to waste. She paid for it, after all.
"Well, fine. Okay, I will wear it." He had to roll his eyes after hearing her claps and shouting. "Just once though."
"Just once." She repeated, smiling. Holding her finger up in the air, she gave her phone to her roommate and got comfortable on the couch.
Dennis held the phone and the shirt in his hands and walked to his room. When he got in front of his mirror, he put the phone on his bed and started to take his shirt off. The crop top was obviously made with quality material. It was soft to touch and was pure white. Except the print in front of it. He looked at the words while trying to hold his laugh. He was not particularly into old men, he was just into Dr.Robby. He put the shirt on without thinking too much.
He was going to forget this little crush anyways. At least that's what he told Trinity in the car, when they were coming back home after their shift. That's also where he told her to forget what he said, but he had no idea how to leave his feelings behind. He was going to see Robby all the time, at least the next 3 months. Even after that, he was going to work in the same hospital, so the chances of seeing him were never going to be zero.
He exhaled all the air in his lungs. Just as he thought, the shirt was cute. And it was really soft.
“Whatever.” He shook his head to clear his mind and took the phone on the bed. As he approached the living room he could hear Trinity's impatient huffs.
"C'mon dude, it can't take you that lon- Oh my god!" She smiled so hard that you couldn't see her eyes behind her nearly closed eyelids. "You look so fucking cute."
Dennis rolled his eyes at her again. He gave her a small spin as she 'woo hoo'ed. He was actually starting to have fun.
"Thank you." He said while bowing dramatically. Then he stopped to give her the phone back. "I trust you."
"Aww, thank you." Trinity said while putting her hands on her heart. "I will totally break your trust at one point but this one can stay a little secret between us."
Then she stopped and thought about something.
"Well, I know you said you don't want me to show this to anybody, but since Mel knows about it, you should send her a little selfie."
"I don't think that's necessary." Dennis said, sitting next to her on the couch.
"Come on man, it's funny." She elbowed him. "She could use some laugh. You probably trust her more than me."
"Yeah, definitely." He said smiling.
Dennis thought that his night couldn't be more embarrassing, so he took his phone out and opened his camera. He held the phone up in the air and took a photo of his torso. His face was not visible, only the shirt, his tummy and the band of his sweatpants were showing. He stared at it for a minute and decided that it was okay to send. He pressed the share button and his screen showed him his contact list. He pressed the name Melanie King and typed 'Trinity got this for me. She says it's for Halloween. I'm never gonna tell her any of my secrets again.' and he pressed the send button.
"Okay, done." He opened his chats and found Mel's name and pressed on the screen. But there wasn't anything. He reloaded the chat screen but his photo was not there. He could've sworn that he pressed the send button. Weird. "Did I not send it?"
"What's that?" Trinity said while scanning the TV screen and trying to find something to watch.
"I thought I sent the picture to Mel but..." He slowly trailed off as he went back to his chats and found Michael Robinovich's chat had a photo in it. "Oh fuck."
He quickly pressed on his name and his chat opened. There was his photo, gloriously showing off his new shirt. And he checked the bottom of the photo.
9:36, read.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-" Dennis got up from the couch so fast that he was about to fall face first. "I am so fucked! Why did he read it so fast? What the hell was he doing? I can't delete it now. Can I?"
"Hey, hey. What the fuck is going on Whitaker?" She watched him as he started to pace back and forth. "Who did you send it to?"
"I accidentally sent it to Dr.Robby! Their names are back to back, I probably didn't see it." He took his head between his hands and squeezed it. "I'm gonna lose my fucking job, oh my god."
"Dude, calm down. It's fine, let me see." He nearly threw his phone to her. When she took it, Trinity scanned the screen and typed something.
"It's not fine. I literally just sent that ridiculous shirt to my attending! He is going to learn that I have a fucking crush on him. Oh my god, just ki-" He kept pacing until he caught his roommate's fingers moving on the screen. "What are you doing?"
"Here." She gave him his phone back. "You already told him it's for a joke. I don't think he is going to take it seriously."
He looked at the screen with widened eyes. There was a new text under the photo that said 'oh sorry dr.robby, it was meant for Mel. have a good night and happy halloween!'
"Happy Halloween? You might have made it worse actually."
She rolled her eyes at his words as she sat back on the couch and took the remote in her hand again.
"Fuck off, Huckleberry. Maybe he will think you are flirting with him and ask you out?"
He gaspes and starts stuttering.
"Wh-what are you talking about? He will not.” He said, his voice high. “Also, I thought you were against my crush on him, what changed?"
"I will still keep an eye on him." She said, sounding more serious now. "But you're a grown ass man. You need to get out there. Even if it's your attending."
"Well, thank you for your concern. But I don't think he is interested in me in that wa-" He was interrupted by the sound of his notification. He quickly held the phone to his face. "He replied."
Trinity stopped what she was doing and straightened her back a little. “What does it say?”
Dennis opened his chat screen and read the text out loud. “Nothing to worry about. Happy Halloween to you too, Whitaker.”
“See? Told you he wouldn't make a fuss about it.” She said, getting up again. “Gonna get something to drink, you want some?”
“Ah, no. Thank you.” He said, quiet.
So Trinity left the room, leaving her friend looking at the screen of his phone, definitely not disappointed.
//
The next day was a disaster.
Dennis thought that everything was going to be the same. He was going to work like he always did. The car ride went well, that's what made him think that this was going to be a normal day. But the moment they stepped foot in the ER, Trinity turned into a giggling mess.
Dr.Robby greeted them like usual, giving a subtle nod. His eyes lingered on Dennis just a second, looking at his torso. He thought that it might be his imagination but that idea died in a flash as Trinity slightly elbowed him. He didn't even have to turn around to know that she had an irritating smile on her face.
The day went on and every time he made eye contact with Dr.Robby, Trinity was there. One time he saw from the corner of his eye that she was talking to Mel and he was sure that from now on, his life was over. Either he was going to quit, or scream his crush in the middle of the ER and die because of the embarrassment. Both of them seemed better than what he dealt with now.
It's not like he never imagined that everything went well. The world where he confessed his love for his much older attending and him actually had a mutual feeling. Them going on dates, holding hands, maybe kissing. Kissing would be fine. More than fine actually. Maybe he would hold his face while kissing, his big hands would feel like fire caressing his warm cheeks. And maybe he would go downwards, Robby's hand on his hip, squeezing the tender flesh. He can go lower, if he wants to. Lower, in his pants…
“Whitaker?” Robby calls from the other side of the bed. Holding the patient's chart. He was looking directly at his eyes and Dennis was sure he looked so stupid.
“Uh… yeah. Yes.” He looked back with wide eyes. “Sorry, Dr.Robby. I am listening.”
Robby lifted his left brow but didn't probe it any further. He continued explaining to the patient what the procedure is going to be. Dennis looked at Trinity who was next to Dr.Robby.
She was almost going to burst out laughing.
Almost.
And he was about to cry.
The day finally ended without any type of ‘I would rather die to live like this’ situation. Robby held his shoulders less, though. Well, what could he make out of less manhandling anyways.
He got his bag from his locker. Trinity was waiting for him, leaning to the locker next to his.
“Oh my god, Huckleberry. Stop sulking. It was not that embarrassing.” She said, rolling her eyes. “I think he thinks about it too, if you ask me.”
“That’s why I’m not asking you.” He said without looking at her. He put his hoodie and backpack on before closing and locking his locker. Trinity opened her mouth to say something but her eyes caught on to something behind his head for a second and her expression changed.
“Hey, um… I forgot to tell you something.” Dennis finally looked at her with a straight face. He just wasn't having it at the moment. His eyebrows drew together when he saw her walking backwards. “I have to meet up with a friend. You have to walk home. Sorry.”
She said loudly and nearly sprinted to the double doors of the ER.
Dennis was in the process of understanding everything she said while he heard some shuffling behind him. He turned his head around for a quick peek, but when he saw Robby opening his locker, he stumbled even though he was just standing.
“It's raining. Do you have an umbrella with you?” His deep voice grumbled in his chest while talking without looking at Dennis. He was so lost, Dennis didn't even understand what he meant by that.
“Umbrella?” He asked, almost whispering. You could have seen the question marks dancing around his head.
“You have to walk right? I can give you a ride if you don't have one.” Robby said. He wore his jacket and put his bag on his back in a swift move. He looked down at Dennis, his lips slightly turning upwards because of how lost the boy looked. Dennis’ brain finally started to work.
“Oh, no, I can't ask you for that.” Dennis felt his heart starting to beat faster when he saw the older man start laughing.
“You're not. I am.” He said passing Dennis, their shoulders brushing, and signaling with his head in the direction of the doors. “C'mon, I will give you a lift.”
Dennis opened his mouth to protest but Robby was already three steps ahead. He took a sharp breath and followed him quickly. He was going to ride with Robby. In his car. The car that smells like him.
His head started to spin even before getting in the vehicle.
Robby was right after all. It was raining a lot. They had to jog to the car, but even that didn't protect them from the rain drops. His shoulders were wet by the time they got into the car. He was breathless but it was not because they jogged, but it was because he was excited. And just like he thought, Robby's car smelled exactly like him. A blush came up to his neck while he adjusted his backpack on his lap. He tried to keep it together but when he saw Robby, everything fell apart.
He was breathing heavily. And his hair was a little wet, sticking to his forehead. His beard was not so different. Dennis watched his face while his beard looked shiny from the wetness. There was a pink tint on his cheeks. His lips were apart, and the strong breathing made his mustache hair move. He gave his lips a quick lick to moisturize them. And his glasses were fogged up from all that breathing. Robby took them off and put them on the dashboard. He took his jacket off to dry it and lay it out on the backseat. Dennis could see his arm muscles tense by the movement. He put on his seat belt quickly. When they finally locked eyes, Dennis licked his own lips as a reflex.
He could feel his blush creeping up to his face from his neck. And he was sure Robby could see it too.
“You are wet,” Robby said. And yes, he was. “You're going to get a cold.”
Oh, that kind of wet.
Well, he sure didn't care about it after all of the things he just watched. His body was a furnace. He will dry in no time.
“It's fine, really. Our apartment is really close by. I will hang it to dry later.” He said, turning his head to look in front of him. He felt like he was caught watching something obscene. He heard Robby hum and start the car. Dennis hugged his bag for emotional support but all he got was loud shuffling. He told him his address in a hushed tone and kept his mouth shut for the rest of the ride. Robby didn't.
“Hey, uh, look kid.” Dennis was listening to his voice intently. “What happened yesterday was not a big deal, okay? I don't want you to be embarrassed about it.”
They were going at a low speed. Traffic was not that bad but still, he was just being careful. Dennis could hear the rain drops falling onto the roof of the car after Robby stopped speaking.
“I am not.” He said, trying to sound confident. “Embarrassed, I mean.”
Robby made an amused sound. He huffed a short laugh which made Dennis look at his face again.
“I watched you, Whitaker. I saw you.” He said, looking at the road. “I don't want to make you feel bad but you're not that good at hiding your feelings.”
“You do though.” Dennis tried to smile. “I am really sorry again, Dr.Robby. It was a joke. Trinity and her dumb jokes.”
Robby made a weird sound again. “I was young once too, kid. I understand.”
“So, you're not going to tell it to the HR?” Now he made Robby laugh for real. He gave him a big, belly laugh.
“No, god, no.” He said. Then bite his lip to stop his laughing. Dennis’ eyes lingered there for a second.
“Good.” He whispered. He was feeling confident. Maybe it was because he made Robby laugh or because he was getting light headed from his scent and his warmth, he didn't know. “I thought you’d never gonna talk to me again.”
Robby looked at him for a second. “Why would I do that?”
“I literally sent you a photo of me wearing a crop top that said ‘I love older man’.” It was more embarrassing when he said it out loud. He smiled awkwardly. “I thought I was going to get fired.”
It was Robby's turn to blush now. He definitely saw the photo. More than once. He cleared his throat.
“I told you it's fine, Whitaker.” His voice was hoarse. They stopped at the red light. “It is, really.”
"So that means you liked it? The photo, I mean." Dennis asked while fumbling with the strap of his bag. He just couldn't keep his mouth shut. The seat belt felt tighter. He kept his gaze on his hands as he tried to laugh. He was using all of his strength to push his embarrassment away by making jokes about it but it was not working at all. He eventually lifted his head and looked at Robby's hands on the steering wheel before turning his gaze to his face.
Well, he also had a feeling, a curious feeling that needed to hear Robby's answer.
A beat. Robby took a deep breath, and stared at the road in front of him. His knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. There was a red hue coming from his side of the window due to traffic lights. Rain was coating the windshield, making it hard to see. Occasionally, the wiper came into view, clearing his vision.
He was doing so good. He was. He kept it so well. But everything has a breaking point.
If he fucks this up, there is no going back. He knew that. Dennis is still a student, way too much younger than him and has a great life in front of him. If he fucks this up, it's not just him that is going to be ruined. Both of them will have to face the consequences of their actions. His actions. And Robby be damned, he just couldn't hold his tongue, even if it'll definitely be going to burn them both.
"Yeah, I did." He said quickly. So his brain couldn't reach his mouth and keep it shut. "I really liked it."
Oh.
Oh.
Dennis didn't speak for a second. What did he just say? Was he joking? Dennis was joking, at first, but Robby? He sounded very serious.
The car started to move again while he was trying to analyze his words.
He liked it. He liked the photo. He really liked it.
They were on his apartment's doorstep by the time he opened his mouth to ask him what he meant by that. But when the car stopped his thoughts also did the same thing.
"Thank you, Dr.Robby." He said instead. For the ride and the compliment (he thought it was a compliment). Robby kept his gaze on the front, nodding. Clearly regretting what he just said.
Dennis was about to open the car door as Trinity's words came into his mind. Go out there, huh? Well, he just said he liked the picture. So he took his chance.
"Um, Dr.Robby. Can I ask you something?" Robby was looking at him now. His ears were a bit red, but Dennis thought that it could be from the cold. He hoped it wasn't.
"Look, kid. Forget about what I just said, okay? It was not appropriate." He started, cutting Dennis. His brown eyes looked as if apologizing. Dennis leaned in just a little.
"Do you want to come upstairs?" He looked at him, expecting a quick answer. But Robby stayed still. "For a drink maybe, or to watch a movie. I don't know. Anything?"
Robby froze. It was not the answer he was expecting. The rain got louder every second that they were staring at each other. Robby wanted to hear his voice again.
"Anything?" Robby repeated smiling, almost laughing. Regret thrown into oblivion. He could see himself in the boy's eyes. So he focused on the pale blue color instead.
Dennis nodded. He knew his face was trying out every shade of red right this moment. But he tried to keep it as serious as possible. Robby had to know what he was implying.
Robby's eyes slowly got softer. Maybe a little heated.
"You go first. I will park the car." Dennis smiled immediately. He nodded quickly and got out of the car. Leaving a cackling Robby behind.
He shielded his face with his hands until he reached the apartment door. The weather was not that cold but since he was burning inside it definitely felt like it.
He fumbled with the keys, his hands shaking. He got inside the building and ran to the stairs. Their apartment was on the second floor and Dennis didn't even feel it was that long, going at the speed of light. When he finally reached the door he prayed that Trinity was not lying and plotting just so Dennis and Robby could get into the same car, and she had to meet with her friends for real. He opened the door and yelled her name inside. When there was no sound answering back, he thanked god and closed the door behind him.
He immediately took off his wet hoodie and hung it on the hanger right next to the door. His shoes were flying in the air as he went to the living room and cleaned the evidence of their movie night with Trin from the couch and the coffee table. He jumped with chips in his hand when the doorbell rang. He threw them over to the kitchen counter and fixed his scrubs.
Robby was standing there awkwardly when he finally opened the door. His pink cheeks and nose made Dennis’ heart ache. He welcomed Robby in with a small smile.
Robby took off his jacket (he probably thought that it was not going to dry properly in the car and took it with him) and hung it right next to Dennis’ hoodie. Dennis wished his scent would cling to his hoodie for later moments.
“So, this is where we live.” He gestured with his hands. But Robby wasn't looking around. He was looking right at him. “U-Um… so… You want to watch something? We have beer, I think. If Trinity hadn't drunk all of them. I ca-”
“Why am I here, Dennis?” Robby asked. His staring started to make the boy's knees buckle. Dennis stilled, like a deer who saw the headlights. “I don't reckon you invited me just to watch movies.”
“No, I mean…” He fumbled with his words. What was he supposed to say? That he has a crush on him? Or that he wants to feel his hands all over his body? He didn't know how to initiate these types of conversations.
“You're doing it again.” Robby said, coming closer to Dennis. He held one of his smaller hands and squeezed. “You have something to say, something on your mind. Tell me what it is.”
Dennis swallowed. Robby's hand felt really good. Better than feeling it on his neck. It was warmer than his hand and engulfed all of his fingers easily. He tried to look up to his brown eyes. Felt his breath catching in his throat.
“I like you.” He said finally. “I like you a lot. I have a crush on you Dr.Robby. I am sorry if it sounds weird but-”
This time Robby cut his words with his own mouth. He couldn't bear it. Watching his pink lips saying that he likes him. Moving, like inviting him. He just couldn't. He backed off after a few seconds. Dennis was almost going to fall. Robby held on to his waist like he felt it.
“I can't believe we are doing this.” Dennis said, breathless. His heart was beating so fast he was afraid that it was going to crack his ribs. His eyes were closed.
Robby looked at him. His eyes lingered on every part of his face. He made a grunting sound. “Where is your bedroom?”
Dennis opened his eyes in a flash. They were really doing it.
“D-down the hall. The door on the right.”
Robby squeezed the hand he was already holding and ran to the door as fast as he could. Dennis was struggling to keep up but as soon as his back hit the mattress his mind went blank.
“Are you sure about this?” Robby said, barely holding himself. “I will stop if you change your mind, so just tell me.”
Dennis shivered at his words. “Please, Dr.Robby. Keep going, please…”
Robby settled between his legs, knees silently cracking. He reached down to kiss him properly this time. Their mouths moving in sync, tongues wrapping around each other. Dennis breathes sharply through his nose. Teeth crashing each other making silent noises. Robby could hear it. He could hear every sound that they made. Dennis’ breathing, their wet mouths, tongues moving in them, shuffling of their scrubs. He could hear every little thing. His hand was holding Dennis’ waist so hard that it was most likely going to get bruised. His stomach clenched at the thought.
Dennis separated their lips to moan. His head was spinning. He couldn't even open his eyes. His whole body was burning with something he never felt before. It was too much.
“Dr.Robby…” He whined. It was like he was dreaming. He called for the man in his dreams, still can't comprehend that the man was right here.
“It's Robby. When we are like this.” Robby said, his voice deeper. It got like this whenever he wanted to speak in a hushed tone. But this time there was also lust somewhere in there.
Dennis didn't need to open his eyes to find the man’s lips again. He couldn't get enough of it. He could kiss Robby till the end of time. It was making him crazy that the way their lips matched each other like a key to a lock. Robby opened his mouth with his tongue to reach further and the tip of the muscle touched somewhere that made Dennis grind his hips to Robby's crotch, making both of them groan loudly.
“Oh my god.” Dennis said, breathless. He finally opened his eyes to look at the picture right in front of him.
Robby was so close to his face that it was his breath that Dennis filled his lungs with. His cheeks were red. His whole face was red. Dennis wanted to bite the flesh of it. The man’s eyes were half lidded and were looking right at his blue ones. Then they lowered to his lips for a second before turning to his eyes again.
“Can I take your top off?” Robby asked. His eyes looked like a puppy's, making it impossible to say no. Dennis was not going to, anyways.
He nodded slowly, sure that his blush was visible on his chest too. They straightened up. Robby lifted himself from on top of Dennis, his hands on his hips now holding the ends of his scrubs, taking it off. He held the scrubs and the grey shirt that Dennis was wearing underneath at the same time and took it off from his head.
The first thing he noticed was the milky skin. He threw the clothes on the floor and stood there, taking it all in. The second thing he noticed was his dark pink nipples. And the brownish red scars under them.
Dennis saw that Robby was staring at his chest, so he attempted to cover up while holding one of his arms in front of himself. “Sorry, I haven't told you about it.”
Robby realized that he was acting like an idiot, like it's the first time he was about to have sex, or the first time he's seeing a naked body.
“No, no. I-I am sorry.” He apologized, stuttering. “I don't care about it, if that's what you're concerned about. I was just admiring. You look really good.”
Dennis flushed at the compliment. He never saw himself as looking good. He was average, in his eyes. But hearing Robby calling him that was definitely something else.
“Can I touch you?” Robby asked, barely holding himself from grabbing the soft waist that he thought about since yesterday. That photo was the best thing in his gallery.
Dennis dropped his arm from in front of him and lay on his back, arching a little, inviting Robby in. “Yes, please.”
The older man took a deep breath and put his warm hand on Dennis’ chest. His fingers digging into his skin, squeezing a little. His hand was big, big enough to engulf Dennis’ entire torso. The boy closed his eyes and felt the fingers slide from his chest to his stomach. He could feel the touch better when his eyes were closed. His other senses increased their sensitivity, resulting in him hearing the rain and the heavy breathing coming from the man who was looking at him like he was about to eat him whole. He heard thunder when a shiver went down from his spine, by the way Robby caught his soft hips in his palms and he opened his eyes. Robby was trying to be slow, to make it last, but the image of Dennis open and waiting for him caused his brain to malfunction. He couldn't think straight. He held his hips and pulled him in so their bodies were as close as they could be.
“Gonna take this off baby, is that okay?” He asked, quietly and Dennis nodded hastily. Robby shook his head. “Talk to me Dennis.”
“Yes, it’s okay.” He could feel his face burning up, spreading down to his chest. He whined not so loudly. “Fuck… Please, Robby, hurry up.”
Robby reached down to kiss his lips one more time and then lifted himself and got down from the bed. He hooked his fingers and took the rest of Dennis’ scrubs off, then threw them on the floor next to the bed. He licked his lips at the sight. Dennis wore grey boxers and the dark patch of wetness was slowly spreading under the gaze of the older man. Robby could feel the warmth radiating from between his legs and he found himself gravitating to it. He held Dennis’ ankles and was about to spread them apart as far as they go when he heard a soft voice filling his ears.
“Take your shirt off.” Dennis said. His voice was kind of muffled by the arm covering half of his face. “I am the only one naked. I want to see you too.”
Robby huffed a laugh. “I am not that much of a sight, sweetheart.”
“I don’t care.” His voice was getting more serious. He got up halfway to look him in the eye. “Take your shirt off, now.”
“Alright, alright…” Robby said in defeat. He wasn’t insecure or anything, he just wanted to focus on what was in front of him. He took off his scrub top first. Then the green, long sleeved shirt. The star of David shone among the course of dark chest hair. Dennis took in the sight. Robby watched his eyes until they stopped at the waistband of his pants.
“Take your pants off too, please.” Dennis said, looking Robby under his eyelashes. The older man exhaled and his hands got a hold of his belt. The sound of the belt taken off made Dennis’ stomach clutch. He, again, laid himself on the bed and waited for Robby to finish the act.
Robby left the pants right at his feet and he slowly got on to his knees in front of Dennis’ crotch before letting him see the bulge in his black boxers.
“Can I continue now?” He asked playfully and gave a kiss to the ankle next to his head.
Dennis gave out a shaky breath, thinking about what was about to happen. He opened his thighs and lifted his head a little to see half lidded brown eyes staring at him between his legs. Just the sight was enough to make him moan but he kept his mouth closed for now.
Robby got his fist tightened up on the top of the boxers Dennis was wearing and he pulled it up. The seam went right between his pussy lips and Dennis felt a delicious pressure on his clit. He had to bite his lip to silence himself but a small whimper made its way to Robby’s ear. His chest was heaving by the force of his lungs and when he felt Robby’s tongue on his clothed pussy, he made no effort to hide his noises any longer. A long, high moan passed his throat. Robby was lapping at the part where his clitoris was and he soaked the fabric a little bit more with his own saliva. “Look how fucking wet you are, jesus christ.”
Dennis was holding the sheets for support when he had enough of the teasing and reached for the salt and pepper hair to get a hold on it. Robby was having the time of his life, smelling that sweet arousal right under his nose, teasing the hardened clit with the tip of his tongue. He made a surprised sound when his head was lifted by his hair and he met the heated gaze of the blue irises.
“Stop teasing me.” Dennis was at his limit. Robby grinned at his eagerness.
“Just taking it easy, sweetheart.” He lifted his head so Dennis had the space to move his legs. “Help me take it off. Lift your hips.”
Dennis positioned himself on his elbows and lifted his hips so the boxers could slide off easily. Robby threw the clothing on the floor with the other ones and got on his knees again.
“Oh fuck, look at you…” He silently trailed off at the sight of a wet, dripping pussy. His mouth was on it the second he heard Dennis whimper by the loss of touch. The slurping sounds and the tongue that was teasing his hole was too much for Dennis. His mind went blank when Robby sucked on the hardened clit. He absent mindedly caught the older man’s hair again and pushed his head to himself more. Robby growled at the enthusiasm. His tongue was exploring every inch of the pussy, and he was eating it like a man starved. At some point, his pointer finger found itself stroking the edges of Dennis’ hole.
“Gonna put one finger in, okay?” He asked, voice hoarse.
“Yeah.” Dennis answered, breathless. His head was spinning and his mouth was dry. He tried to keep his eyes open but the way he was getting closer and closer to cumming caused his eyes to flutter shut.
Robby felt his finger surrounded by a warm and wet embrace. Dennis was tight so he had to open him up for the actual deal. His cock jumped at the thought of being inside the tight hole, gripped and milked till the last drop. He added another finger and focused on the bud that was achingly hard. He could feel Dennis twitching when he flicked his tongue on it. Every time he pushed his fingers, the juices just kept flowing out and the sounds they made were getting more obscene. He could feel himself getting painfully harder and closer to the edge as he tasted the younger man in his mouth and heard his sweet moans in his ears. He lifted his head and separated himself from him with a wet sound after he decided that he was stretched enough.
“I don’t think I can hold myself any longer, baby.” The only answer he got was a silent, happy ‘yes’. Dennis opened his eyes to watch Robby taking his boxers off and freeing his cock from the tight prison. He was so close but he wanted to feel Robby inside him fully. He knew he was going to cum the moment he was filled to the brim by his dick so he made no sound to stop Robby from taking his fingers out of him.
And he was big. Bigger than he expected. The dark hairs on his chest continued its course, down to his stomach and a happy trail that made Dennis’ mouth water. Robby spread his fingers over his pelvic hair and held the base of his cock before giving it a few tugs. Dennis felt himself getting impossibly wet at the sight and he licked his lips and swallowed the saliva threatening to spill from his mouth.
“I want you to take a pillow and get yourself comfortable honey, alright?” Robby said while climbing up on the bed, between Dennis’ thighs.
Dennis reached for a pillow to put it under his head and Robby took the other one to position it under his hips. He felt so exposed like this, for some reason but seeing Robby’s twitching cock right above his pussy made him squeeze the fabric of the pillow under his head. His mind went to the day before this, when he sent that massage to him. How he ended up in this situation right now was a question he didn’t have the answer to, but he knew that he wouldn’t change a thing if he had to choose it again.
Robby reached down, closer to his face and kissed him passionately. He opened his legs a little bit more so his dick could touch the clit and spread its wetness on himself. He moved his hips, humping Dennis’ pussy without putting it in. Then he stopped, and separated himself from the reddened lips of the younger man, breathing heavily.
“Do you have any condoms?” He asked, barely holding himself from putting his dick in that wet hole raw.
“N-No, I don’t.” Dennis said with hazy eyes. He didn’t care about that right now. He needed to feel Robby. Inside him. Right now. “Just fuck me, please. I can’t wait anymore.”
“Shit.” Robby tried to hide that he felt happy with the lack of protection and cursed himself for it. But his dick twitching like crazy definitely gave it away.
He got up and held the base of his cock, leading it to the waiting entrance. His tip found its way in and Dennis unconsciously backed away after feeling the pressure.
“Fuck, its not going to fit.” He talked to himself but Robby heard him pretty clear.
“I’ll make it fit, baby. Just tell me if it gets too much.” Dennis nodded and his hands snaked down to hold his lips apart. Robby tried again and the head of his cock slid inside without much resistance. Dennis was so wet that it made the act way more easier.
Robby pushed himself a little bit more in and then out to stretch him out properly. Dennis could feel himself getting fuller and fuller, and when he felt Robby’s dick kiss his cervix he let out a silent cry. Robby closed the space between them and held the boy from his hip with one hand while the other braced himself on the bed. He waited a little bit so Dennis could get used to the feeling of it.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” He whispered to Dennis. He could feel the clenching wet walls pulling him deeper inside which made his head fuzzy. “Shit, I am not gonna last long.”
“Me too, ah…” Dennis grabbed Robby from his back and pulled him closer to hug him. Robby’s pelvis bone was grinding deliciously on his clit by laying on top of him. “Keep going, I am fine. You can move.”
Robby groaned when pulling himself back but it was so much better to push it back, where it belongs. He started out slow, moving only his hips, pulling back a little and then pushing it in back. His pelvic hair was brushing Dennis’ clit every time he did it and it sent shivers up the younger man’s back. Robby pushed himself up to put both his hands on Dennis’ hips. He held the place right where his legs met with his ass and gripped the flesh with a bruising force. He pulled his cock back out, just leaving the tip inside and pushed it back with one deep motion.
“Oh fuc-” The air inside Dennis’ lungs left with the force. His orgasm hitting him like a brick, leaving him senseless. His body started to shiver and twitch. Robby could feel the cum gushing out around his dick when he set a slow but deep pace.
“You liked my cock that much, baby?” Robby could feel himself getting closer. The walls of Dennis’ pussy pulling and squeezing him, wanting him to spill his cum inside. He started to fuck him faster now, filling the room with sounds of skin slapping skin. Dennis felt his throat dry up from all the moaning and whimpering. His insides were opening up, Robby’s cock carving a place just for him. His body moving up and down with the older man’s fastening rhythm. The pillow under his hips angling his body so good, making Robby hit just the right place. The lips of his pussy were gonna be red as hell when they were done and Dennis knew he was going to walk funny when they will head to work tomorrow. But it was definitely worth the wait and the humiliation. He never felt anything like this and he was damn sure no one else besides Robby could make him feel it again and again.
“I am gonna cum…” Robby said with a strained voice. His breathing was getting heavier and he knew that one more push was going to be enough to tip him over the edge, he was just happy that he didn’t cum when he was eating Dennis out. That would have been very unfortunate. “Dennis, fuck…”
“Cum inside me, please, please…” Dennis was babbling and begging for his cum and Robby was done when he heard the pleas of the man in front of him, the man he was inside. He couldn’t hold it in. How was he supposed to? The warm embrace of slick walls begged him to cum, so he did. Robby’s deep moan echoed from the walls and hit Dennis’ ears and he felt a sudden rush of orgasm right under his belly. His last drop was feeling hot, white cum pooling inside him and he came again. His legs wrapped themselves around Robby’s hips and he dug his heels to his skin, to keep him inside. Robby groaned with the feeling of overstimulation when he felt the hot walls squeezed him again a few more times.
“Shit, baby, you okay?” Robby sighed. He calmed his breathing while trying to lift himself up from on top of Dennis.
“Yeah, more than okay.” Dennis’ voice came out hoarse from all the abuse.
Robby laid his spent body next to Dennis and wrapped his arm around his shoulders. He slowly pulled the boy closer while turning to face him. Denis could feel the warm cum seeping out from his hole so he crossed his thighs as much as he could to keep them inside. He felt soft lips right at his temple and looked up to meet Robby’s eyes with his glossy ones.
“I might send you more photos like that if we’re gonna end up like this.” Robby’s belly laugh filled his ears as he started to have a grin on his own.
“If you ever hear me saying no to that, throw me off a cliff would you?” He closed his eyes and let himself relax by putting his face under Dennis’ chin, kissing along the skin.
Dennis wrapped one arm around as far as it goes and pouted his lips. “Does this mean you like me back?”
Robby smiled, Dennis could feel his lips on his skin stretching. “Yes, Dennis, it means that I like you back. Very much.”