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It's the end of an unremarkable day. The shift left them exhausted, but they both have tomorrow off, so they allow the night to drag on longer. Sprawled across the couch, Dennis has his feet up against Robby's thighs, who is rubbing small circles over the soft skin of his soles. Every now and then his hand would abandon Dennis' feet to pick up a pen, scribble a few notes in the documents Gloria has been bugging him to get trough for days now, then find it's way back to run through the smooth hair adorning his boyfriend's legs.
Boyfriend… It's still sort of strange and new for both of them, it just happened without much planning. When Robby finally got back from his sabbatical and begrudgingly attended his "surprise" welcome-home party, they couldn't keep their eyes off each other. It was just drinks at a bar with colleagues, catching up on the last three months, but after every story, Robby would find Dennis' eyes glued to him, not even looking away with shyness after a few drinks. Most people already left when the two of them were still chatting in a corner booth. It was only once Robby found out that Dennis had a shift the following day, that he insisted on driving him home (since Trinity seemed to have left unnoticed a while ago). They barely made it to his car before Dennis' lips were all over his, only pulling away to beg him to drive them to Robby's place instead. That's how they got to the same couch where now, almost 2 months later, they can share a moment like this.
Dennis looks up from his book every time Robby's idle hand leaves his body, or when he subconsciously reads out a sentence mumbling, easily distracting Dennis, someone who's so used to spending time alone. He's watching Robby's face, glasses hanging low on his nose and brows furrowed, as his big, calloused hand leave his feet once again to scratch at the bit of gray in his beard. Dennis drops his book in a dramatic fashion and by the time Robby looks over surprised, he has already made his way over to the older man, pushing him into the cushions with both hands over his shoulders. Before Robby can even say something, he's leaving little kisses all over his face, moving from one ear to the other, only stopping a bit longer when their lips meet. Once his kisses move down to Robby's neck, he finally speaks up, a bit hoarse after their long time sitting in silence.
"What's all this for?"
"Hmm…" another deep kiss against the left side of his neck, vibrating with Dennis' humming. "You're just really fucking hot."
A short laugh escapes Robby's mouth and he lifts up Dennis' head with a gently tug against the curls at the back of his neck. He takes this as an invitation to start kissing his lips again, which Robby entertains for a moment, his grip tightening around Dennis' neck, the kiss deepening and their bodies pushing closer against each other. Finally he pulls back again, just enough to free his lips.
"You know I really need to finish this…" he looks down at the open binder full of his paperwork, still in his lap. "And I don't want to spend our entire day off tomorrow reading through all that."
He finds it difficult to read Dennis' expression, who's just smiling at him, with his lower lip between his teeth, fingers slowly caressing Robby's beard. The older man huffs in defeat and reaches up to take off his glasses, when Dennis' hands suddenly grab on to his, a sort of warning look in his eyes.
"Don't you dare take off your slutty little glasses!"
Once again, Robby can't help but laugh and look up at Dennis with confusion who pushes his glasses back up for him. He leaves another quick kiss on the corner of his mouth and then whispers into his ear, "I'll let you get back to work, Doctor." then slips off the couch, landing right between Robby's legs, face resting against his thighs, hands smoothing across the bulge appearing in his jeans.
Robby, with his hand still buried in Dennis' hair, looks into those hungry eyes, not leaving his own even for a second. Nimble hands make quick work of his belt and tug his pants down just enough to reach into the fly of his boxers, leaving him breathless as they grab onto his almost fully hard cock and eagerly pull it out. The blue eyes are still looking up at him as he feels the length of his cock slicked up by the warm tongue, now drawing circles around his tip. It's slow, he would almost call it lazy, if it wasn't for the undeniable lust behind those eyes he can't stop looking away from. Slowly he drags up his hand, leaving a small pat on the top of his boy's head, and looks for his pen, and then with more difficulty, for the paragraph he abandoned before he got distracted by such a heavenly interruption.
For a few minutes he tries his best flipping through his pages, only occasionally glancing down at Dennis' unrelenting eyes, when a sudden change of pace or angle steals a moan out of him. Once the teasing licks and kisses progress into warm lips wrapping around his pulsing cock, it becomes increasingly more difficult to keep his mind focused. The sweetest sounds imaginable coming from behind the binder make him look at the remaining pages with even more disdain. When he feels a gentle tug at his balls, covered in sweat and saliva, the pen falls out from between his shaking fingers, clinking against the wooden floorboards. Dennis picks it up without losing the rhythmic pace of his head bobbing up and down, and holds it up with a mischievous look on his face. Robby reaches out for it, but changes course midway, finding his hand back in the messy curls of Dennis, who suddenly drops the pen and returns his hand to repeat the motion that earned him this victory. Robby tosses the binder to the side, accepting defeat in that regard, but embracing the triumph of having Dennis' face now fully buried in his lap.
His grip eases on Dennis' neck when he notices the tears appearing like drops from the ocean of those blue eyes. After a moment Dennis pulls his head up with a sharp inhale, lips connected with a thin bridge of precum and saliva to Robby's aching dick. A few deep breaths and a cheeky grin later, his mouth returns, now hungrier than ever, determined to finish what he started. Robby barely registers his own moans and filthy words escaping him. Everything is a blur; Dennis' fluttering eyelashes as his head moves at an increasing pace, the pair of hands clinging to blonde curls, and the other two rubbing up and down the shaky thighs of a man barely able to whisper.
"Dennis, baby- I… Fffuck!" A moan turning into a growl escapes him. "I'm gonna-"
He tries to pull gently at the strands of hair between his fingers, but Dennis fights it, embracing the slight ache against his scalp and swallowing even deeper. Robby, defeated once again, drops his head back, peering out from behind his glasses, and lets a trembling moan out as his cock fills the mouth that has put him in this state of ecstasy. His hands push down on Dennis' head, halting it's movement, slowly breathing through the waves of pleasure finally leaving his body. Dennis swallows against him and with a choked cough lifts his head once again, that victorious grin back on his face. Robby smiles down at him softly, and pulls his hand back, cupping Dennis' jaw with still slightly trembling fingers.
"You're an angel."
Dennis tilts his head to the side, leaning into Robby's touch, who moves his thumb upwards, smudging a bit of cum that dribbled out of Dennis' mouth. Those same lips wrap around the slick finger, nibbling and sucking all the way down to the bottom of it.
"God… Come here baby!"
He starts to slowly lift Dennis' head, finger still in his mouth, only pulling it out once they are face to face. He lets his wet thumb slide down Dennis' flushed cheek, all the way to his Adam's apple, palm settling against his neck and pulling him in for a messy kiss. He pushes his tongue in, savoring his own taste still lingering in Dennis' mouth, and melts as Dennis' tongue thrusts against his own.
Slowly, they start to pull apart, Dennis' once again leaving little kisses all over Robby's face, finishing his mischievous quest the same way as he started.
"I'm gonna go take a shower." He leaves another soft kiss on the bridge of Robby's nose. "And then I'll head to bed. Please don't stay up too late. Okay?"
Robby can only nod, still dazed, his breathing only now returning to a somewhat normal pace. Dennis gives him a sweet smile and stands, already turning around to leave.
"Dennis?" Robby whispers in a low voice. Dennis spins back, smile still on his face, eyebrows lifted. "I love you." Somehow it's even more hushed, almost like a sigh, and for a moment Robby thinks that Dennis didn't even hear him the way he tilts his head to the side. Then suddenly his smile turns into a grin, teeth showing, eyes almost closed. He jumps back into Robby's lap, getting a surprised huff out of him, and then he's all over him again. Lips still crashing against lips, Dennis mumbles out an "I love you too!" and then giggles through more kisses.
Those words they were so afraid to speak before, uncertain how it would affect this roughly defined connection between them, now slip out so easily and naturally without much planning, just like that first kiss all those weeks ago. Dennis' laughs subside, he lifts up, adjusts the glasses on Robby's face, and starts to stand to leave once again. This time Robby doesn't wait for him to turn around, his hands wrap around Dennis' wrist.
"Can I join you?" He looks up with pleading eyes.
Dennis just giggles again, "C'mon you silly man!" and pulls him up, wrapping their fingers together. Robby almost stumbles when his pants slide down, belt still unbuckled, which turns Dennis' giggles into hysterical laughter. He helps Robby step out of his pants, drags him all the way to the bathroom where he finally starts peeling off his own clothes.
Both of them now fully naked, Robby starts to kiss his way across Dennis' chest, leaving little bites as he reaches his shoulder; all the while slowly guiding the two of them backwards, until Dennis' back hits the cold tiled wall of the shower. Robby reaches back to close the glass door behind them and starts up the water, feeling little droplets against his back as he's still all over Dennis, now licking loving circles around the sensitive nipples he has grown so accustomed to. He feels Dennis' fingers wrap up around him, nails gently pressing and scratching down his back, becoming more erratic and stinging as he bites down on sensitive flesh. Dennis' moans are slightly muffled by the water running behind them, but a loud whine escapes him as his hips are suddenly lifted, pushed up higher against the wall. Robby moves them to the side, placing Dennis on the little indent in the wall, scattering various bottles of soap and shampoo with a loud clatter.
"Tsk tsk… You're making such a mess!" Dennis chuckles as Robby's mouth reaches his bellybutton, hands rubbing slowly up and down his sides. "And you know that tickles."
"I do." Robby murmurs against soft skin, following down the light patch of hair, until his face is poked by Dennis' hardening cock, twitching slightly with every shallow breath he takes. Robby rubs his beard against it gently and smiles up at Dennis who leans back into the wall. His heated body pressed against the cold tiles makes him shiver, then tense up as suddenly Robby swallows down along his full length, wasting no time.
"Shit! Robby… That's so-" He trails off with a sigh as Robby pulls up, tongue now running circles around his slit, licking up the sweet pearls squeezing out with every new wave of bliss. Trembling moans mix with the sound of sloppy kisses and the pitter-patter of warm waterdrops behind them. Robby's hand moves at a steady beat, while his lips stay wrapped around Dennis' tip. His old man knees start to ache from kneeling after a while, so he picks up the pace, squeezing tighter as he pulls his hand upwards. His free hand races up Dennis' thigh, grabbing onto his hips, steadying it's twitchy movements as Dennis tries to adjust the new speed.
"Ah, Robby! I can't... Fuck!" He breaths heavier, his words barely intelligible. "Wait! You don't have to-hmph…" He can't hold back his moans as Robby's mouth starts following the movement of his hand, tongue dancing across the veins on Dennis' pulsing cock. He feels his release from the bottom of his dangling feet, all the way to the crown of his head, pressed back against the damp wall of the shower. He can't fight the urge to push back against Robby's grip on his thigh, and trusts his hip forward a few times, slouching back in the end, all the energy leaving his body with a heavy exhale. He can barely lift his arm up to put a halting hand on Robby's, who's still lazily stroking him and tries to conceal the discomfort on his face, as he swallows down the rest of Dennis' cum.
"Fuck, you really didn't need to." Dennis breathes out once his panting finally slows down. "I know you don't like the taste of it."
"That's okay, I wanted to." Robby blinks up at him, beard soaked and hair tousled. Dennis reaches down to smooth it down.
"Still, I told you before that I don't mind. You don't have to do it just for me."
"Maybe I did it for myself?" Robby smiles and starts to stand, with a loud clicking sound. "Oof! I probably did more damage to my knees than the slight bitter taste did to me." He tries to lighten the mood with humor and reaches out a hand to help Dennis down from his position. His legs almost give out upon landing, but Robby is quick to wrap a hand around him, pulling him close, and back into the warm embrace of the water pouring down. Dennis brushes up against the smooth curls on Robby's chest and mumbles into the soft skin. "Well, it felt fucking amazing. So thank you."
"Anything for my boy." Robby leans down to leave a kiss on Dennis' head and starts to run his fingers through the darkening curls gracing it.
They get through the actual showering swiftly, following their familiar routine; Robby enjoys the eager and lithe fingers scrubbing over his back, and on some occasions like today, even his feet revel in their finesse; Dennis gets to soften into the hands of a surgeon massaging his scalp while he washes the rest of his body. Robby is still in a state of awe when the two of them get to share a moment like this, away from prying eyes, freely guiding his hands all over that angelic body in front of him, without the guise of a reassuring pat on the back. And Dennis loves being touched; ever since that day when his attending's hands found their way to his shoulders for the first time, he ached for more; and now he gets to appreciate every second of it.
They dry off and prepare for bed in front of the mirror; Robby leaving first, with a kiss to Dennis' temple, careful not to get shaving cream on himself. By the time Dennis leaves the bathroom, face silky and glowing, Robby is already in bed, his "slutty" glasses propped on his nose, and that damned binder in his lap. He looks up at Dennis with an apologetic smile, who simply crawls in next to him wordlessly and snuggles up against his thigh, hands wrapping around it. Robby's hand finds it's way to Dennis' ear, playfully rubbing circles on it. Dennis lazily bites into the soft skin in front him, earning himself a tender tug against the ear.
"You know how I hate it when you stay up so late… You should really try for those 7 hours of sleep we talked about, especially on a day off!"
Robby snorts, his thumb resuming it's movement around Dennis' blushing ear.
"We also talked about how I simply can't stay asleep for that long."
"Well you're not trying very hard."
Robby doesn't answer, just snickers and lets his hand wander down Dennis's neck, reaching under the collar of his shirt.
"I'm serious! I don't want to wake up again at 3am to find you still flipping through that." Dennis grumbles into the bite mark he left, and places a lingering kiss on it.
"I told you I didn't stay up that long, I just woke up and decided to spend my time wisely."
Dennis rolls his eyes, obscured from Robby's view, but his mind still associates it with the sigh coming from Dennis. They spend a few minutes in silence, then Dennis speaks up again.
"Just promise me at least that you wont get out of bed before i wake up?"
"That's kind of a hard promise. Besides, you always sleep in so late."
The response comes in the form of another bite, which makes him suck in a sharp and surprised breath.
"Hey!" Robby's hand climbs back up to Dennis' jaw, lifting his face slightly and looking into his sleepy eyes. "Okay, fine… I promise." He pats the face resting against his palm. "Happy?" He tilts his head, like a puppy, much to Dennis' delight who smiles and nods, turning to place a kiss to the hand guiding him, too tired to lift all the way to Robby's face. He settles back down, flushed against the thigh he ravaged, and for another few minutes listens to the rustling papers in silence. When he speaks up again, he can feel sleep creeping up to him already, barely aware if he's only thinking, or talking out loud.
"If you break your promise, i might have to tie you to the bed from now on."
Robby chuckles and marks something on the page in front of him.
"Is that so?" He says with an amused inflection.
Dennis hums in agreement.
"What else would you do? Once I'm tied up…" Robby decides to entertain the comment, clearly bored with the half page long paragraph he's been struggling with for the past few minutes.
"Hmm…" Dennis ponders for a moment, not having expected Robby to actually respond. "Maybe I'd put you in some more sexy underwear…" He reaches up and tugs at the striped boxer shorts, a shade of faded blue, with a loose thread hanging off at the seams.
"What's wrong with these?" Robby mimics an offended tone. "They are comfortable, and besides, you wear similar ones too."
"I'm just saying, I'd make you wear something… nicer." Dennis' fingers trek down Robby's leg, drawing lines in the coarse hair. "Perhaps some fancy socks too…" His hands squeeze around Robby's calf. "and garters?"
"Sounds like that would just make sleeping even more difficult." Robby chuckles.
"Oh, are we still talking about sleeping?" Dennis blinks up from behind heavy eyelids and grins at Robby, who reflects a smirk on his own face.
"Maybe we should go shopping tomorrow then. How does that sound?"
Dennis laughs and mumbles, "Perfect." as he settles back into his marked territory. Robby's soothing hand guides him back towards the daze of slumber as it caresses his hair slowly. When he thinks that Dennis finally fell asleep, he hears a low murmur, shy and uncertain.
"I love you."
Robby can't help but smile and smooth down the curls under his palm. "I love you too darling." He whispers, but makes sure that Dennis hears the confidence in his voice. He wants him to know that it's okay, that it wasn't just something they blurted out in the heat of the moment. It's true, even more so, in the quiet of their bedroom, with Dennis resting against him, and Robby deciding that the next page would be his last for the night.