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Dennis sat on the edge of his bed, shuffling to tuck his legs beneath his bottom. He gave a small turn of his torso, posing to show off his outfit… of lack thereof.
He wore a black, lacy set with some ankle socks, preparing to snap the photo as a gift to Robby. He knew Robby had been exhausted, getting called in after working 12 hours already. This picture was gonna cheer him up.
He tousled his hair, sweeping his curls aside to make himself all prettied up. Tilting his hips to the mirror in front of him, he took a sultry photo.
‘Hard at work, Doctor?’ Whitaker typed, smirking at his own pun. He hit send, leaving his phone on the mattress while we stepped away to grab a drink.
At the ED, Jack's phone pinged. Hungry for attention, he peeked at his notifications.
‘Hard at w…’ [Dennis Whitaker sent 1 attachment]
Dr. Abbot squinted at the screen, trying to make out the cutoff sentence. In an accidental tap of his screen, the text opened. His eyebrows raised, quickly pocketing the device. He gave a quick glimpse around the bay before excusing himself to the restroom.
Once he clicked the lock shut, he opened the message again. ‘Hard at work, Doctor?’ He was about to be. He tapped the image to enlarge it, trailing his eyes intently over Dennis’ body. Fuck. He didn't know that was how he looked under those scrubs. He zoomed in, god, his thighs looked strikingly similar to his late wife's in those panties.
He smoothed a sweaty palm over his pants, typing back, ‘is this your way of requesting we page you in?’
Planting back onto his mattress, Whitaker heard his phone ping. Oh god. Oh no. He read Jack’s reply, ears burning in realization of his mistake. He hurriedly typed back.
‘SO sorry Dr. Abbot!!! That was clearly not meant for you.’
Jack read the prompt reply with a slight pout.
‘“clearly”, huh? Ouch. I guess I should tell that to my dick then.’ He types running his tongue over his teeth, trying to walk the line of humor and evident arousal.
Whitaker blushed fully now. Shit. He didn't expect his fuck up to snowball like this.
‘I didn't mean it like that. I just meant that it was intended for someone else.’
Jack smirks, gliding his hand over his groin again. He considers sending a photo back… but decides to wait. Another time.
‘Should I start guessing? You only give ‘fuck me’ eyes to every man in this ED.’ Jack smiles to himself, hoping he can apply enough pressure for Whitaker to confess.
‘do Not guess.’ Whitaker writes, sighing as he bites at the bait. ‘It was for Dr. Robby. We've been.. seeing each other. I figured it would get him through his shift.’
Jack bites back a laugh, now holding a mentally bargaining chip with Robby. ‘I see. Well, you have a good night.’ Jack repockets his phone, heading back onto the floor.
Dennis doesn't know whether he is relieved or panicked. What was he gonna tell Robby? What was JACK gonna tell Robby?
Moments later, Jack walked over to Robby, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder. “How's your shift going, brother?”
“You mean hour 15? It's going swimmingly, Jack.” Robby scowls, exhausted and ready to clock out as soon as possible.
Jack continues smirking at Robby, leaning over to mutter, “I can make it better.”
Robby gives him a suspicious glance, “I'm not letting you blow me on the clock.”
Jack laughs, elbowing him playfully. “I meant I have something to show you.”
Robby scoffs, “I'm not blowing you, either.”
Jack shakes his head at the stupid implication, “seriously-” he pulls Robby aside, taking his phone out.
Robby watches Jack unlock his screen, then, his eyes go wide. “What- how did you get that photo-” he stammers, wheels turning in his head in real time.
“Told ya. Isn't he pretty?”
Robby sighs, trying not to let jealousy best him. “We aren't talking about this.”
“My wife used to wear a get-up just like that.” Jack speaks lower, whispering so that only Robby can hear. “Did it for me Everytime. It's been so long, man.”
Robby studies his face, trying to determine where he was going with his reminiscing. He gives a frustrated huff. “What are you getting at, Jack?”
Jack throws an arm around Robby, leaning in. “Well, I'm hoping to get at your boy. The little birdy told me you've been going steady.”
Robby's angry expression turns confused, “he told you-?”
Jack smiles, giving a comfortable nod. “Don't worry, I'm not running to HR. I will say… I want in. I'm not just some stepping-stone fuck buddy.”
Robby rubs his face, feeling stress pour in. Jack taps him. “Hey- I know that look. Don't overthink it.”
He flashes the image Whitaker sent again, like jingling keys. “Look, he would love it. Us. You know he would. Do it for your dear old buddy.” Jack continues to pile on, almost snide in tone.
Robby looks at the clock, giving another sigh. “Fine… Come with me after work and we'll ask what he wants.”
Jack nods, “of course.” He returns to his rounds, giving an arrogant smirk as he finishes out his shift.
Once the two clock out, they ride to Whitaker's place, letting the radio kill the silence. Opening the door, Robby calls out, “You've got company.”
Down the hall, Whitaker sits up. His heart is thumping out of his chest- why were there two sets of footsteps creeping toward the room? He pulled the overs up over himself.
Walking in, Robby approached Dennis with a quick kiss. Jack stood in the doorway, leaned on the frame smirking at the two. Once Whitaker spotted him, he went pink.
“Dr. Abbot-”
Robby interjects quickly. “Jack showed me your special photo.”
Dennis feels his heart sink. “I told him it was meant for you.”
Robby nods, “I know.” He places a hand on Whitaker's hair, brushing his curls back. “I told him he could come back. We figured… maybe… you'd want to try something new?”
Jack walks closer, “like me.”
Whitaker darts his eyes between the two. Was this a test?
Jack slings an arm around Robby’s shoulders again. “Kinda like ‘good cop/bad cop’, eh?” He beams, confident in his offer.
Looking over at Robby, Whitaker realizes this is a legitimate proposal. They BOTH want to fuck him. He loosens his nervous hold on the covers. “Oh.”
“You can say no,” Robby mutters, “it's just an offer.”
Dennis shakes his head, “no- I think.. I'm willing to try.. this.. out.”
He scans over Jack, slowly peeling the comforter off his form. “This is what you liked earlier, yeah?”
Jack stares with broad pupils. He nods, taking a step closer, “yeah. Such a nice view.”
Robby sits beside Whitaker, “When did you buy this?” He thumbs at the straps stretched over his shoulders, tucking in a finger by his collarbone to give a gentle snap.
“Last week,” Whitaker mumbles, “supposed to be a surprise.”
“Oh it sure is,” Jack grins, “it's a vintage style, y'know that?”
Whitaker shakes his head again. Jack climbs around, placing a hand on Whitaker's leg, sliding up his thigh. “You model it real nice. All dolled up.”
Whitaker gets bashful, turning his head only to see Robby now leaned closer. “He's right, Dennis. You look beautiful.” Robby rubs across Whitaker's stomach, planting a kiss on his neck.
Whitaker sighs a pleased noise, making Robby continue mouthing at the soft area of skin. Jack lets out a quiet “hmm”, feeling up Whitaker over the thin fabric. “This must be a lot for you.”
Dennis nods, neither of the men let up on their roaming hands. “But you like it, don't you?” Jack mutters closer, breathing onto Whitaker's neck.
“Mmhm-” Dennis moans slightly, both men working on opposite sides of his neck. Where Robby gives a soft kiss, Jack gives a sharp bite. Where Jack softly caresses, Robby squeezes. They make a mesmerizing balance.
“You gonna let us take it off?” Robby mutters against his skin.
“Or should we keep it on?” Jack tacks on with a low purr.
Dennis huffs, holding Robby by the jaw and Jack by his hair, keeping them close. “Off… don't wanna rip it on its first wear.”
“Smart boy,” Robby growled, peeling down the fragile waistband. Jack hummed in acknowledgement, reaching to unhook the bra. He had never seen a guy dress like this.. but it was working for Whitaker.
Spanning his hand over Whitaker's ass, Robby rubbed smooth circles. Jack placed kisses up Whitaker's arm, leaving longer presses on his shoulder.
Dennis felt himself grow more bashful at the attention, peeking at both attendings with fluttering eyes. “What should I do? I don't know who to.. focus on..” he looks at Robby.
Jack adjusts Whitaker's jaw, directing him to look his way, “I'll make it easy. Focus on me.”
Robby's hands wrap on Whitaker's hips, lifting him onto his lap. Jack takes a knee between their legs, pressing onto Whitaker. Whitaker is snug between the two, with Jack overwhelming him in heavy kisses. Robby's hands smooth inside Dennis’ thighs.
“Mmnhh- I can't-”
“You can.” Robby mutters down Whitaker's neck, deciding for him before Dennis can even share his concern. Jack presses more kisses to Dennis’ throat, “We've got you, baby.”
Whitaker melts back against Robby, letting Jack work on his neck more. He feels teeth tug at the fragile area, stinging as they clamp firmer toward his chest.
“How much can you take, sweetheart?” Jack asks, tone almost condescending. He runs a hand down Whitaker's front, landing at rest over his erection. “Is one enough? You think you could take two? Do us a little favor?” He rubs the sensitive area, making Dennis moan and squirm.
“Two… two dicks? D’you mean you'd both- hff- ffuck me?”
“Unless Jack's got a surprise appendage, yes, you'd take both of us,” Robby rumbles into his shoulder. “Can you do that?”
Whitaker licks over his lips, already getting more rosy. “If we go slow… I might be able to.”
Jack rubs Whitaker's hip, “we’ll go as slow as you like, beautiful. No rush here.”
Robby slides his hand over Whitaker's ass, rubbing near his entrance. “Just say the word, Dennis. We'll follow your lead.”
Dennis’ breathing hitches, the stakes rising every passing moment. “Go… go ahead.”
Robby spits into his palm, letting it run down his fingers before pressing one in. “Easy does it.”
Whitaker tucks his chin to his chest, wanting to hide his expression, but left with no space to shift away. Jack recenters his gaze again, pulling Dennis’ jaw straight on.
“Where you goin’ buddy?” Jack tweaks his head playfully at Whitaker, giving a friendly smile despite his mind reeling with ways to put that boy through the mattress.
Dennis blushes, meeting Jack's thorough eye contact. “It's embarrassing.”
“Oh? What makes it embarrassing?” Jack reaches up one hand, brushing over Dennis’ cheek.
“It's- nnh-” Dennis’ thoughts are interrupted by another finger inserted, Robby still focused on preparing him for their big plans.
“It's what? Speak up.” Jack pats his cheek gently.
“Just.. so mmuch. Robby and I usually- nnh..”
Jack grabs Dennis by the dick, earning a sharp inhale. “Focus. Use your words. Stop droning off on me,” he leans closer, speaking sternly through his teeth, “Did I ask what you and Robby do? Or did I ask what was embarrassing about his fingers in your ass?”
Dennis is worried about giving another wrong answer. “I just feel like a piece of meat. It's weird having my body bit and squeezed and stretched open-”
Jack interrupts him again, this time sliding the hand that was on his dick lower between his legs. “Maybe you are. You're a piece of meat for us hungry dogs.” Jack takes his finger in his mouth, giving a slow lick while he glares at Dennis like he's the sacrificial lamb. He slides two fingers in beside Robby’s, making Dennis jolt at the sudden size up.
“Agh- ahh-” Dennis gasps out a noise. Jack presses around inside the cavity, “well fuck me, you seem more than ready.”
Robby places a few kisses to Whitaker's neck. “What'll it be, Whitaker?”
Dennis, still struggling with the four fingers working him open, gives a weak noise. Not a clear ‘yes’ or ‘no’.
Jack curls his fingers against a wall, “it's rude not to answer him, Dennis.”
Whitaker moans another noise, “uuhnf- ffine- hhf- I'm ready”
Jack grins sharply. Robby slides his fingers out. “Good answer.”
Jack works inside of Dennis a little longer, giving Robby time to get his dick out. Jack had already begun undoing his bottoms with his free hand.
“You wanna see your boyfriend, hm?” Jack gives Whitaker one more kiss before withdrawing his fingers and patting his side. “Face him.”
Whitaker turns around, his thighs tingling from holding the previous position so long. Jack reaches around, rubbing them. “Fell asleep or something? I know that look.”
Dennis feels warmth in his chest, feeling less intimidated for the first time in this hookup. Jack was being considerate.. he really did care for him.
Robby scooped Dennis in by the neck for an eager kiss, relieved to finally get a turn facing him. He crawled closer, grinding his cock against Whitaker's thigh.
“My angel.”
Whitaker gave an earnest kiss in return, his heart thumping harder at the sweet title.
Not long after, Jack shifted behind Whitaker, sliding lower to let his hips end up beneath him. “Ease back on it, pretty boy. You don't gotta stop kissin’ him, but you sure as hell gotta start doin’ something for me.”
Whitaker continued kissing Robby, letting his hips sink back. With a few ragged breaths, he lowered onto Jack's dick.
Jack groaned, rubbing Dennis' hips. “Good boy.”
Robby planted heavier kisses on Whitaker, reaching to let his hands wrap over Jack's on Whitaker's hips. “Mmhhm….”
Whitaker started moaning into the kisses, feeling Jack pump his hips up into him with eager energy. He had no problem demanding attention.
Robby tangled his hands in Whitaker's hair, keeping their lips connected.
“Mmfh- hhfn- nnh-” Whitaker whined, short noises escaping him each thrust.
Robby guided his dick toward the occupied area, pressing gently. “You- hff- you want it?” He struggles to ask, his forehead resting against Whitaker’s.
“Sso bad.” Dennis pants in return, chest rising and falling with excited breaths.
“Get in there, handsome.” Jack mutters over Dennis' shoulder, his hands grasping to lift Whitaker's thighs up.
Robby looks down, Whitaker's legs open to him. His ass is already stuffed with his best friend's cock. Fuck.. he's glad he went for this.
He pushes his hips forward, meeting resistance. “C'mon, baby.” Robby whispers quietly, giving a few more pushes. “Let me in.”
Dennis huffs, feeling the stretch burn between his legs. “Ffuck- gghh-”
“I know, baby. I know.” Robby finally breaks in, making a small breach into him. The pressure is enough to make him see stars.
“F-uuck” Robby groans. Jack stills, trying to ease the entrance. “Keep going, he can take it.”
Whitaker grits his teeth, pained by the fullness, but still trying to see it through. “Just ghh- go for it.”
Robby gives a firm push, forcing the rest of his length in. Dennis cries out. Jack and Robby let out lower moans, bound together inside of the smaller boy.
“Holy shit, Whitaker-” Jack pants, “you make a pretty good cock sleeve. I was totally fuckin' bluffing about you- nnh- being able to take us both- mmmh- I'm impressed.”
Whitaker leaks onto his stomach, finding pleasure in his role despite the discomfort.
Robby breathes onto his lips, “can I m-move? Please? Hhhf-”
Whitaker takes a shaky breath before nodding. He hopes he won't regret it.
Robby moves, thrusting his dick along Jack's, making Jack let out a small laugh that quickly turns to a moan. “Ffucking hell.”
Jack bucks his hips, sliding back along Robby's dick. Whitaker chokes out a pleasured noise of shock, feeling both men moving in and out of him.
“Ff-hahh- ff-uuck-” he gasps, “oh mmy god-”
Jack tuts at him, giving a smug smirk, “not my name.”
Whitaker keeps whining out more explicit comments, grasping at both men wherever he can reach.
Robby grunts, moving with more force. “Uhhmf- hhf- ffuck-” he stares at Whitaker, letting his eyes flick to Jack every few pumps.
Jack speeds up, seeing Robby's effort as a challenge. Whitaker leaks more, his cock oozing a puddle onto his belly now.
“Awwh. You're like a stuffed donut. Can't stop things from pouring out of you,” Jack mouths at the back of Whitaker's neck. “You want more filling? Hm?”
Robby gives an irritated huff, “can you not make your dirty talk pastry-centric?”
Jack laughs slightly, “I'm hungry. I'm usually eating dinner by now.” He continues pumping into Whitaker, sucking marks onto his back.
Whitaker moans, “uhnn- I can tell- hff-” he rolls his hips, unintentionally shifting the two inside him roughly.
Jack groans as Robby lets out a choked noise. “Oh ffuck-”
Jack thrusts faster. His skin colliding louder with Dennis’ backside.
Jack changes his expression, “shit. I'm gonna-”
Robby pulls Dennis' hips, making the friction stir again. Jack spills into him with a moan, letting his hips chase into the pull. Robby gives a few more rocks of his hips before letting himself let go.
Dennis throbs, the rest of the cum he has left spurts onto himself. Jack and Robby duck back in to kiss at his neck like at the start.
“Mmh-.. mmf”
“Mmhm.. hhff”
Jack pulls out first, Robby follows after, slowly. Dennis is… a mess. Their loads leak from his ass, glazing a trail down his skin.
Jack snickers, “told ya. Stuffed.”
Robby rolls his eyes, rubbing Whitaker's side comfortingly. “You're an idiot.”
Dennis gives Jack a nudge with his foot, wordlessly pushing back at the goofy association.
Jack walks toward the bathroom, muttering, “I know you are but what am I”
Robby leans over, whispering to Whitaker, “thank you baby. You did so good.”
He plants a soft kiss, “and.. keep that little outfit.”