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July 7th, 4pm.
It had been a busy couple days, but today was finally a quieter one in the Pitt. Dennis knocked against a door frame quickly as he walked past. 'These probably aren't made of wood.' He thought to himself fleetingly, he needed to focus on the task at hand.
Dennis remembered seeing a box of ballpoint pens in one of the smaller storage closets, he just needed to remember which one it was. His last pen was about to finally run dry. Dennis checked his third closet so far in the search, ducking his head in, he scanned the shelves. No luck. He ducked back out, walked a few more feet, then noticed another closet.
He ducked his head in once again, scanning the shelves. While it was a smaller closet, this one's shelves were a lot more packed, he'd have to take a closer look. He stepped in, leaving the door open a crack behind him. He looked through the shelves, pushing items aside, then finally on his tippy toes he checked the highest shelf.
'Aha. There they are.' Dennis sighed in relief. Reaching up he just barely grasped the pen box, coming back down on the flats of his feet. He flipped open the lid of the box, took 2 out, then flipped it shut once again. Back on his tippy toes he set the box on the shelf, pressing it back from the edge with his pointer finger.
-click-
Dennis startled, coming down on the flats of his feet quicker this time. He swirled around and looked at the door. It was shut now. Confused, Dennis reached for the handle.
He jiggled it once. Twice. Then a third time, harder, a bit desperate.
God. Why him.
Dennis was now locked in the closet. An immediate punishment for the sin of stealing supplies he was allowed to take, perhaps. Dennis sighed, maybe just bad luck. He leaned against the shelves, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
He could just text Trinity, she'd laugh at him sure, but she'd let him out quick enough. Definitely less embarrassing than if he wasn't found for however long it took someone to look in this closet again. That could only be a couple minutes or it could be a couple hours. He groaned in frustration.
-click-
Dennis looked up as the door was once again, suddenly open, only to see Robby looking down at him, his stride into the closet interrupted. A surprised look on his face to match.
"Whitaker, lovely seeing you here." Robby chuckled lightly, then stepped in to reach behind Whitaker, the door cracked behind him.
Dennis hesitated a moment, Robby suddenly being in such close proximity, his heart beating fast. A familiar heat in his face. He looked up, Robby's head above him, so close, close enough Dennis could see a few freckles. A small smattering of light little dots on the high parts of Robby's cheeks, on the tip of his ear, a couple on his neck. This close he could smell Robby too, whatever shampoo or detergent he used leaving a pine-like odor behind. But it was muted under the smell of hospital, reminiscent of hand sanitizer and bleach. Was there a hint of campfire smoke too?
He was forgetting something.
"Wait!" Dennis startled suddenly, the action stopping Robby mid-reach.
-click-
Just a moment too late. Robby's eyebrows raised expectantly at Dennis, looking down at him. His reach interrupted, he had instead settled a hand on Whitaker's shoulder.
"Uhm, I was kinda locked in here, Dr. Robby." Dennis said, still looking up at him, a familiar thrill began to climb up his spine.
"Oh." Robby wasn't sure what he had expected Dennis to say, but it wasn't that. Somewhere in the back of his mind he vaguely remembered something, Dana warning him about a closet that's lock kept jamming. Robby reached his other arm behind him, at an awkward angle because of the lack of space, and he tried the door knob.
He jiggled it once, then sighed.
Robby raised both hands up on the back of his neck, fingers interlaced. He squinted, thinking.
"So what do we do here kid? Because I don't know about you, but I don't have my phone on me." Robby said, looking down at Dennis. Strange, the shorter man's face was red, and was he shaking a bit? Robby's eyebrows knitted together in concern.
Dennis thought for a second. At some point his phone had ended up back in his pocket, unnoticed by Robby apparently. He should just say he has his phone, it's all fine, he was about to text Santos anyways. That's what he was about to say at least, then one of Robby's large hands gently pressed against his forehead.
"You alright huckleberry? You feel hot." Robby said, his hand coming down from Whitaker's forehead to his neck, fingers seeking a spot to check his pulse. His other hand rested on the shelf behind the young man's head, giving him a sense of deja vu.
Dennis squeaked, stiffening under Robby's touch. The pool of heat in his stomach began to build. God no, this can't happen twice in one week, right?
"I-i'm fine! Really, Dr. Robby, you don't need to worry about me!" Dennis pleaded, backing up just barely before hitting the shelves once again.
"Oh c'mon, Whitaker, it's no big deal really, everyone gets sick sometimes. It's better to be viligant." Robby replied, seemingly oblivious to Whitaker's struggle.
He had stepped forward just slightly, barely moving his foot really, but somehow Robby had caught on something. He stumbled a bit, the hand on Dennis' shoulder quickly shooting up onto the shelf behind him, catching himself. Both arms boxing Dennis in, Robby's body was pressed against him lightly before he caught himself, and he began to push himself back off of Dennis. Apology already on the tip of his tongue.
The warm pressure of Robby's tall form against him, Dennis' heart thumped in his chest. His hips suddenly jerked a bit, he couldn't control it. Robby startled, freezing in place. He looked down at Dennis, feeling a hard on now pressed into him, and his own body was beginning to respond.
"I am so so sorry." Dennis muttered quietly, face burning more now than ever.
Robby's thoughts raced as to how he could potentially respond to this awkward situation. He could pull away from Whitaker, and reassure him he understood that must've been an involuntary movement, nothing to worry about. But then he thought about how Dennis looked at him lately, how he responded to Robby's touches.
Robby hadn't been touched intimately in about 10 months now, a short lived but passionate affair with Langdon, after his newly finalized divorce, cut short by his sudden betrayal. He knew the way he treated Dennis was probably a lot of redirected focus from Frank, missing that connection, and he knew it wasn't right.
Shaking his head, putting away his thoughts he looked back down at Dennis again. His hands tightly grasped on the shelf behind him, his eyes clenched shut, and his hips just barely moving under the press of Robby's own. A quiet moan from the shorter man's lips.
Maybe he'd regret this later, but fuck it.
Robby took a hand from the shelf and cupped Whitaker's face, who jumped a bit and opened his eyes again, looking up. Then Robby pressed his mouth against Dennis' lips. Dennis gasped and Robby licked into his mouth. Hands shaking, Dennis set them softly on Robby's hips, squirming harder as the older man's length slowly began to harden against Whitaker's own.
Robby moaned quietly, mouth barely leaving Whitaker's. Whitaker's head felt like it stuffed with cotton, the fact that the usual constant noises of the Pitt were muffled in the small space, only compounded the feeling. His mind drifted a bit to another thought, what about Langdon?
Robby's mouth moved down to his neck, leaving a trail of small kisses as he headed down further. Robby lifted a hand and with one finger, gently pulled down a corner of Dennis' collar, and began pressing more light kisses to the pale skin underneath.
"Ah! Dr. Robby, please-" Dennis began to plead, for what? He wasn't sure. He wanted. He wanted something. The thought of a strong hand yanking on the small curls at the base of his neck, niggling in the back of his mind. A hard mouth against him, not kind and gentle the way Robby was being now. He didn't think he wanted Robby to treat him like that, he wasn't sure. He wondered how he would've felt if this incident had happened before the one with Frank. If he thought Frank was mad before, imagine his anger if he knew about this.
"Tell me what you want, Dennis." Robby murmured into Whitaker's collar. His other hand had snaked down at some point, resting on Whitaker's hip. The hand at his collar had moved up, now holding the back of Dennis' neck, the tips of Robby's fingers fiddling with the short curls there. Robby began to suck on a spot on his neck, just above where it could be covered by the collar of his scrubs, just high enough to be painfully visible, Dennis would realize later.
God. Hopefully Frank would understand.
"Fuck me Robby please, please." Dennis panted, head leaning back, Robby still on his neck.
Robby huffed out a laugh, Dennis could feel the quick puff of breath on his skin, jumping a bit as it hit him. Cold feeling against the sensitive, damp skin.
"I'm not sure I could pull that off in here, plus I doubt you want some poor nurse to catch me defiling you among the medical supplies, kid." Robby said, lifting his head to look at Dennis once again. Robby's hand on his hip had slowly begun to move under the edge of his top, he felt them brush against bare skin before tugging softly at the waistband of his bottoms.
"I'm sure they'd get over it" Dennis whined, his own hands on Robby's hips, tightening their grasp.
"Oh?" Robby's eyebrows raised, his hand finally moving under the waistband. Robby's face reddened a bit at the hands at his sides, thumbs pressed firmly into his hip bones.
Dennis moaned as Robby's hand reached its destination, squirming in his grasp, realizing now he'd have to be strong enough to not finish in less than a couple minutes. Although when that happened last time, Frank really didn't seem to mind, a smug smile he could still imagine under his eyelids.
Robby's hand on the back his neck made itself known once again, tugging and twisting the small curls. Robby's forehead softly thumping against his as he looked back down at him again, a smile on his face, not smug but something else. Something Dennis couldn't recognize yet. Robby's hand was moving, torturously slow, as Dennis' hips bucked slightly.
"Hey." Robby muttered quietly, a pause before Dennis opened and flicked his eyes back at him, "Anyone tell you how cute these are yet?" He said, tugging again on a curl.
Dennis shuddered, his head leaning back, subconsciously baring his neck.
"It was Trinity's idea to grow it out." Dennis mumbled, in a daze, Robby's hand still torturously slow in its movements.
One of Whitaker's hands had slowly been working it's way under the tucked in top, fingers just now finally meeting skin.
Robby gasped, before bending down again to kiss and suck at Dennis' neck. One of his hands was grasping the back of his neck, the other on his cock, moving faster now.
Dennis moaned quietly, still ever aware of the small hums of noise leaking from the locked door. He hesitated, before taking the hand from Robby's waist and drifting it to his front, fingers lightly grazing Robby's bare stomach.
'Oh, hot.' Dennis thought, fingers brushing the happy trail there as his hand furthered it's descent.
Robby's hand on his member moved less smoothly now, stilted and hitched when Dennis had begun to move his own hands. Then pausing completely as the slightly cold fingers brushed against his stomach, curious fingertips dancing along the trail. Then finally pushing firmer on the skin, sliding under the waistband, at the same time Whitaker had took the hand outside Robby's shirt and tugged at it, leaving the shirt almost fully untucked now.
Robby's breath hitched. The hands stopped suddenly, frozen.
"Is this alright?" Dennis asked quietly, a bit
unsure now.
Robby's face flushed at the tone, careful almost. As if Robby was something delicate and innocent. Not his middle-aged boss who had pounced the second he was trapped somewhere alone with him. Robby should be the one worried about Whitaker's virtue here.
"Yeah." Robby found himself replying softly, regardless. Tucking his face into the crook of Dennis' neck, he moved his hand faster, precum leaking freely to fasten his pace even more.
"Oh my god" Dennis whined, before finally making contact with the older man's cock. Circling his hand around the already hard member, he began to slowly build up to Robby's pace.
The hand on his neck moved to the shelves, Robby shuddering and sighing, trying to keep himself from pressing all his weight against Dennis. Robby lifted his head once more, resting his forehead against the hand on the shelves.
Dennis cracked open an eye and looked up at him, sight having long adjusted to the dark. Robby huffed, hips moving slightly in time with Dennis' movements. Dennis thought about it for a second, before putting his mouth on Robby's neck, imitating the soft kisses. Then suddenly clamping down tight as he began to suck, incicsors pressing into the skin. He tried to angle it low, somehow clear headed enough to keep hickey visibility in mind. (Unlike someone).
A breathy moan left Robby's lips, his hand on Dennis twitching and stuttering it's pace once again, suddenly a soft whine came from him as well. Dennis' released his mouth and licked softly at the now reddened and sensitive skin.
"Ahh! Hhhn" Another soft high pitched noise escaped from him, hand twitching on Whitaker, barely able to keep a steady pace.
"Wow, you moan like a girl." Dennis meant to just think it, but it had come out the second the thought had formed, amazed by the older man's surprisingly vocal nature.
"Ah!-" Robby shuddered harder this time, hips jerking in place for a moment or two as he spilled into Dennis' hand, then relaxed.
It was quiet for a moment, just Robby's soft panting into his hand. Whitaker's face burning as he thought on his last comment.
Then it felt like Robby was finally going to say something once again.
-click-
"Robby?"
Robby tensed above him, Dennis shrinked back into the shelves, hiding behind the taller man's form. Robby slowly straightened before turning his head towards the man behind him, body just barely turning to continue in its concealment of Dennis.
"Yes, Dr. Abbot?" Robby said, impressively even-sounding if you knew what had just occurred.
"I was looking for you, we're ready for hand off." Dr. Abbot said, hesitantly.
"I'll be out in just a moment." Robby said, his hand tantalizingly frozen on Whitaker's still hard member.
"..Alright, I'll see you out there, brother." Dr. Abbot replied after a moment. Then thankfully, he left.
Just as the door was about to close once again, Robby stuck out a foot behind him, just barely wedging into the door.
Silence again, but now with the Pitt background noise clearer from the cracked door, one small beam of light leaking in. Beeping, shoes pattering and squeaking on the floor, the chatter of different conversations. The reality of where they were felt extremely clear all of a sudden.
"Do you think he saw me?" Dennis asked quietly.
"I'm not sure honestly, guess we'll find out." Robby sighed, hand now slowly leaving Whitaker's pants, then rising as Robby stretched. Dennis pulled back his own hands, careful not to get the mess on Robby's clothes. He reached behind him for an open bag of paper towels.
"Sorry, maybe we can re-visit this later, huh?" Robby said, now reaching for a hand sanitizer on the shelf to his right.
There were a couple more beats of silence as the two men cleaned their hands, exchanging the towels and sanitizer between them.
"I'd like that." Dennis quietly replied then, looking up at him.
Robby smiled, then turned to leave the room.
"Do me a favor, wait a couple minutes to leave." He said, looking back down at him, "And uh, don't forget to wedge something in the door this time, kid." Then he looked away, leaving the small closet.
As the door slowly swung shut, Dennis quickly bent down and sat a small hand sanitizer bottle in the crack. Then he stepped back, sagging against the shelves and sighing in relief.
He looked down, willing his erection to go down. He put his hand on his neck and felt the damp feeling of saliva still, grabbing the towels once again. He pulled his phone out his pocket to see one missed text from Trinity, ignoring it to tap on his camera.
Three half-dollar sized red marks blossoming on his neck, the beginning stages of soon to be obvious purple blotches. Dennis sighed, wondering if he had his hoodie in his locker still.
...
Jack Abbot crossed his arms, leaning back against the nursing station desk. Watching the door to the closet he had just left, waiting.
Robby left, face red, scrubs top wrinkled and halfway untucked. His hands already working fast on fixing it, he sped walked away towards the stairwell.
Jack waited.
A few moments later, the door opened again. Dennis Whitaker left, face red, hands shaking as he closed the door behind him. Looking down at his feet as he walked towards the nursing station, quickly taking a seat and scanning his badge.
Jack cleared his throat.
Dennis jumped before looking at Jack, quickly turning back to the computer.
"Oh, hi Dr. Abbot, I just needed to uhm, finish up a couple things before I leave. Sorry." Dennis said stiffly, beginning to type quickly.
"Uh huh, oh hey, cute hickies by the way." Jack replied casually.
Dennis looked back up at him again, ashen expression on his face.
Jack just winked at him before turning and pushing off the desk, walking away.
Dennis turned back and slumped in his seat.
Great.