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It was supposed to be Robby’s day off. He’d ignored the group chat (that he didn’t ask to be in) for twelve hours after somebody floated the idea of a community car wash fundraiser in the parking lot of the park across the street from PTMC. He had fully intended to spend his Saturday unconscious on his couch. Instead, just after nine in the morning, he found himself standing at the curb with a coffee in one hand and his sunglasses perched on his nose to hide the fact he was already regretting this. Across the street, music blasted from a cheap speaker while volunteers darted between buckets and hoses, waving handmade signs at passing cars. He sighed and pressed the walk button at the crosswalk before making his way to the lot.
“Robby!” Santos cheered, “I didn’t think you’d make it.” She grinned, waving a hose in one hand.
He winced and kept his distance. If there was a list of people he didn’t trust with a hose: Santos was close to the top of it. “Who all is here?” He cocked an eyebrow, cautiously stepping closer.
It seemed like she noticed his carefulness, so she dropped the hose to the ground. Santos crossed her arms over her chest. “Mm, Emma is running the cash box with Sami— Dr. Mohan. Lena made some time to organize the volunteer groups. We’ve got some kids from a youth group, very eager.” She gestured at a gaggle of teens spraying down a red Honda.
“Wow, everyone really showed up.” Robby hummed.
“Yeah. Well, people need hospitals.” Santos shrugged. “Dennis is here. Somewhere. I can let him know you’re around.” A smirk crept onto her face as she side-eyed Robby.
Robby furrowed his eyebrows, “You and Whitaker are both here?” He ignored her insinuation that Robby would want to see Dennis. He did. But that wasn’t her business. It was rare that the two young doctors got a day off together. He now recalled that Dennis had asked for this day off about two weeks ago. That wasn’t especially responsible of him to call off a shift for a car wash, of all things. It was hard to get annoyed with him though, so Robby brushed it off.
“Saint Huckleberry. He wanted to help.” Santos shrugged before pointing. “Oh, there he is.”
Robby squinted, lifting his sunglasses to rest on top of his head. He scanned the parking lot until his eyes landed on Dennis. He nearly choked and felt like his eyes were bulging out of his skull. There he was, in a faded gray muscle tee and a pair of thigh length red shorts. He was bent over the hood of a truck, pushed up on his tiptoes as he scrubbed the windshield. He was drenched in soapy water. Suds dripped down his tanned skin, and Robby could see the faintest hint of a farmer's tan. The curls on the nape of his neck twirled up while his bangs stuck to his forehead. His shorts had darker wet spots splattered around, clinging to his legs and the curve of his ass.
“Earth to Robby?” Santos waved a hand in front of his face.
“Sorry,” Robby muttered a little too quickly, dragging his sunglasses back down over his eyes like they might hide the fact he’d just spent thirty seconds ogling at Dennis’ ass.
Santos snorted a laugh.
Across the lot, someone yelled Dennis’ name and a second later a spray of water arched through the air. Dennis jerked back with a startled shout as Javadi nailed him in the middle of his chest with the hose. The muscle tee darkened instantly, plastering itself to his torso.
Robby made a choking sound.
“Oh my god,” Santos said, delighted, “You are down bad.”
“I am not—” Robby cut himself off when Dennis laughed. Full head tipped back, eyes squeezed shut as water dripped down his face. Fuck, she was right.
“Ooookay. Well, I have shit to do so, since you’re here, find a way to help.” Santos waved him off.
He stood there for a moment, contemplating his options. He could leave; pretend he’d never even been here. Or he could stay and help out. He scrubbed a hand over his face.
“Dr. Robby!”
Robby flinched, turning his head over his shoulder to lock eyes with Dennis. He was dripping, cold water running down his neck from his wet blond curls. He smiled brightly at the older man, “I thought you said you weren’t coming!”
“I did say that,” Robby sighed as he brought a hand up to scratch through his beard.
“And yet,” Dennis hummed and rocked back on his heels, “here you are.”
“Here I am.” Robby put his hands up in playful defense. He looked back toward the line of cars before he brought his eyes back to Dennis. He eyed him up and down, the red shorts clinging to his pale legs in a way his scrubs never did. “Do you need a towel?”
“Oh, no. I’m probably going to get wetter anyway so there’s no point.” Dennis shrugged.
Jesus fucking Christ.
“Come on!” Dennis beckoned him closer with two fingers, “we could use some help with that line.”
He started walking, and for some unknown reason, Robby followed without a second thought. They made their way back to where the cars were lined up; puddles of water and suds stained the ground. It really was endearing to see people come together like this for the good cause of raising some extra money for the hospital. Be it: staffing, supplies, or general care for patients.
A bucket was shoved toward his chest, and he flinched. Cold water splashed on him, making a dark patch form in the center of his navy-blue t-shirt. Dennis laughed and looked up through his eyelashes. “My bad…”
Robby sighed and shook his head, “No big deal.”
He took the bucket and swallowed his pride as he scrubbed the side of someone’s blue Prius. His focus was drawn to Dennis, running around on all sides of the vehicle and somehow juggling washing three cars at a time. He was always efficient with patients, of course that would apply anywhere else.
Maybe he was moving a bit too fast. Robby heard a thump and turned his head. Dennis was on the ground, sitting with his legs splayed out in front of him. The older man quickly rushed over and kneeled at the blond’s side.
“Jeez, kid. You okay?” He asked, slightly panicked.
Dennis nodded and reached a hand around to rub at his lower back, “I’m okay. Just slipped.” He assured him and looked up with a grimace.
“Mm-mm, that’s no good.” Robby shook his head, pushing himself back up to his feet and offering Dennis his hand. “Come on, I’ll check you over.”
“Dr. Robby…” Dennis laughed and took his hand to help pull himself up.
“Nope. Doctor’s orders.”
He looked fine; he’d probably just walk it off and have a gnarly bruise. But sue him for wanting to get a little closer to Dennis when he looked like this.
Robby led him through the parking lot, dipping into the single stall bathroom near the entrance of the park. He clicked the lock and glanced around the room.
“Where does it hurt?” He questioned.
“This really isn’t necessary, Dr. Robby,” Dennis laughed but still tugged the back of his shirt up. It peeled off his skin and left a wet sheen against his back. “Hurts right above my tailbone, I guess.” He rubbed over the sore area.
Robby stepped forward and placed a steady hand on Dennis’ lower back. He smoothed his thumb over the damp skin and pressed on a certain spot gently. “Here?”
A whimper slipped from Dennis’ lips before he could stop it. He cleared his throat, hoping to mask the sound. “T-There. Yeah.”
“Well, I’d like to get you into an actual observation room. If you feel like it might be fractured.” Robby knew he should step back, take his hand off from Dennis, but he didn’t.
“No, no. It’s fine.” Dennis waved his hand up and turned around, the two men were closer than he’d thought. He glanced up at Robby before dragging his eyes back down to the wet patch on the front of his shirt. He lightly tapped his pointer finger against it. “Sorry ‘bout that.”
“It’ll dry.” Robby chuckled as he tilted his head down to look at where Dennis’ finger pressed against his chest. He watched it slowly trail down and he felt his face heat up. Robby’s hands smoothed up Dennis’ arms, and one pushed around to the back of his neck, twirling a damp curl around his finger. He noticed a pink flush had begun to spread across Dennis’ face.
A silence fell between them, only the quiet buzz of the bathroom light above them, and their breaths mingling together in the few inches between them could be heard.
“We should…” Dennis started, his eyes darting away from Robby’s deep brown eyes, “Get back out there.”
“Uh huh,” Robby said without moving or making any effort to leave, “I just wouldn’t want it to be fractured. Can I look at it again?”
Dennis nodded slowly as his hands hooked over the hem of his wet shirt. Big blue eyes stared up at Robby one more time before looking down as he tugged his shirt off over his head. He let it slip out of his hand and onto the floor. Robby’s breath caught in his throat as his eyes skimmed down Dennis’ chest. He was shiny from all the water, Robby wanted to touch him so bad. He put his hands on Dennis’ waist and turned him around toward the counter. Dennis leaned forward, bracing himself with two hands on the sink.
“You said it hurt right about here?” Robby murmured, feeling up and down Dennis’ back and letting his hand rest in the slight dip of his lower back. He smoothed his thumb over the skin again, watching it bloom red under his touch. “It’s definitely gonna bruise.”
“Y-Yeah, I uh… figured.” Dennis bit down on his bottom lip, looking at himself in the mirror and back at Robby. The older man looked focused, but also like he was fighting back something. Dennis reached his hand behind him and wrapped his fingers around Robby’s wrist. He guided the man’s larger hand down lower.
“Dennis...” Robby said, his tone warning as he looked at his face in the mirror. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Their eyes met in the mirror, the look on Dennis’ face made Robby’s head spin. All of his resolve fell at the sight of him. The grip on his hips firmed, and he turned Dennis back around.
“God, kid,” he shook his head in disbelief, raking his eyes down Dennis’ body again.
His chest had a beautiful faint tan; his pink nipples pebbled from the air hitting his wet skin. His stomach looked soft, a little pudgy over the waistband of his shorts. His arms had surely gotten more toned since all the farm work, but Robby supposed the rest of him stayed fairly soft.
“You’re so fucking pretty.” Robby’s hand tugged at the waistband of the shorts. “These shorts are killing me,” he murmured.
“You can take them off.” Dennis breathed out.
He looked down, whimpering softly as he noticed the damp fabric hugging against his growing erection. His shorts were slowly tugged off, showing off a wet patch on the front of his boxers that definitely wasn’t just from the water.
Robby hummed, pulling Dennis’ boxers down enough for his dick to spring free against his stomach.
“So hard from me barely touching you,” he mumbled as he pulled his hands away from Dennis to undo his own belt. He let his pants drop to the floor and bunch at his ankles while he pulled his own cock out of his boxers. He was significantly larger than Dennis.
Robby took a step forward and wrapped his hand around both of their cocks, “Look at that.”
Dennis swallowed hard; his eyes glazed over with desire as he stared down. He couldn’t help the way his hips bucked up twice. He smacked his hand over his mouth as his head knocked back with a whine, and he spilled over Robby’s hand.
“Oh wow.” Robby blinked down at him in surprise. He hadn’t even moved his hand.
“Sorry— Ohmygod, I’m sorry. I haven’t been…oh god,” Dennis sputtered out, his face bright red with embarrassment. “I’m so sorry.”
Robby looked at Dennis’ twitching cock in his hand and noticed it wasn’t softening as much as he thought it would. He started to move his hand, stroking their dicks against each other with Dennis’ cum as a lubricant making it an easy slide.
Dennis keened forward with a choked-out moan. “Sh-Shit.” He brought a hand up to grab Robby’s shoulder. “Fuck, Robby, oh god.”
“You can handle it, I know you can.” Robby leaned down, kissing the side of Dennis’ face. He moved his fist up and down slowly, twisting on the upstroke every few seconds. Dennis made the prettiest sounds, sweet moans catching in his throat, and whines pulled from his chest.
“I-I can’t—“ Dennis sniffled. He leaned his head forward against Robby’s chest and looked down to where Robby’s strong hand was wrapped around the both of them. He grasped at the older man’s shirt and tugged, “I need you. Please. Please, Robby.”
Robby could give him what he asked for, but he was nothing if not a little mean. His free hand lifted Dennis’ chin up, deep brown meeting watery blues. “You need what?” He pouted his bottom lip out.
Dennis narrowed his watery eyes and bit the inside of his cheek. His hand dropped down to Robby’s wrist and tugged, pulling it away from where it held them both. Robby’s brain buffered, “Wha—“
“I need you to fuck me,” Dennis said, firm and demanding.
Robby raised his eyebrows but wasted no time turning his subordinate back around and bending him forward over the edge of the sink. Dennis, obedient as ever, went wherever Robby’s hands moved him. His hips were pulled back with a firm grip, Robby’s hands roamed down to his ass and spread him apart. He swished some saliva around in his mouth before spitting it down onto Dennis’ hole.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Dennis breathed out. Two of Robby’s fingers circled his rim before one pushed in slowly to the first knuckle. Dennis’ legs shook under him, but he successfully kept himself up with a hard grip on the sink. It pumped in and out of him slowly until Robby got impatient and added a second finger at a quicker pace.
“Hnnh, Robby—“
“Shh, I’ve got you.” Robby leaned down over his back, kissing across his shoulder as his fingers scissored and stretched him out, “Such a good boy, but fuck, you’re a tease, aren’t you.” He smirked against the younger man’s skin, “You know what you’re doing, huh? In your shorts and that fucking tank. Bending over those cars, fuck Dennis, I should’ve taken you right there.”
Dennis was gone; a panting and moaning mess had replaced him. He pushed back against Robby’s fingers while his head fell forward, pushing his face into the crook of his arm.
“Ah, ah.” Robby pushed his hand up into Dennis’ damp curls and tugged his head back up, “Don’t hide from me, pretty boy. Come on, look at yourself.” He turned Dennis’ head toward the bathroom mirror, forcing the blond to see his fucked-out expression. Robby’s fingers still ruthlessly moved in and out of him, rough enough to where the attending’s arm was starting to cramp. “Fuck, Dennis. Do you think you can take me?” He breathed out.
“Uh huh.” Dennis nodded immediately, “I can. I can take it.”
“So eager,” Robby mused. The hand in Dennis’ hair moved around to under his chin, he tapped his pointer lightly against his skin. “Spit.”
Dennis dipped his head, drooling and licking into the palm of Robby’s hand.
“Jesus Christ,” Robby murmured, “Always such a good listener.”
He slicked up his cock with the provided spit, quietly hissing at finally feeling some friction on his aching erection. He pulled Dennis back again, the head of his cock prodded against the younger man’s hole.
Dennis groaned and tried to push back, but the hard grip on his hips halted him.
Robby tsked, shaking his head.
“Impatient,” he scolded as he pushed into him.
He relished in the way Dennis’ legs trembled and the beautiful moan that was pulled from his mouth.
“See? It’s so easy to get what you want when you’re good,” He murmured, sliding his hands down and squeezing the pliable skin of his ass as he bottomed out.
“Fuck— God, Robby.” Dennis sputtered out, lifting his head to watch the older man’s face with heavy blue eyes. “You can move, please move.” He pleaded, his voice dripping with want.
Robby couldn’t argue with that. He pulled back before snapping his hips forward. A loud moan punched out of Dennis that made him repeat the same motion. He was still so tight, a warm velvet heat that wrapped around Robby so perfectly. “Take it so good, Dennis. This is what you wanted, yeah?”
“Yeah— Yes, yes, yes.” Dennis’ hands white knuckled the sink to try and keep himself up. Robby’s hands on his hips were practically lifting his feet off the ground. “Mmf— So good, so close.”
A shocked laugh rumbled up from Robby’s chest, “Already?” Oh, to be young again.
Dennis whined, his cock twitching desperately and dripping precum onto the floor below him. His whole body trembled until he really couldn’t prop himself up anymore and went limp over the sink. “Robby, cuhh— cumming.” He moaned weakly with a string of breathy sounds tacked onto the end of his words.
The sudden tightness made Robby hunch over him as he rocked his hips back and forth, “Fuck, so tight, baby. I know you can handle a little more, okay? I’m right behind you.” He groaned. His eyebrows knit together with the focus of chasing his own high. When he lifted his head to look at Dennis in the mirror again, so pretty and flushed, the knot in his lower stomach went taut and he was finishing inside the younger man with a shaky moan. Robby fucked him slowly through his own orgasm, muttering quiet curses under his breath while his hands rubbed up to Dennis’ sides. His voice instantly softened, “I’m gonna pull out, okay?” He pressed a kiss between Dennis’ shoulder blades when he nodded slowly.
Robby huffed as he pulled out, his spend leaking out from Dennis’ used hole. “Shit.” He moved his hand down to Dennis’ cheek and pushed some back in with his thumb. The blond let out a whine of protest, shooting a glare over his shoulder.
“Are you gonna clean me up?” He puffed his cheeks out, and fuck, he was adorable.
Robby chuckled and bent down to tug Dennis’ boxers and shorts back up. He fixed the waistband and shrugged his shoulders, “You’re just going to get wetter, so there’s no point.” He lightly patted Dennis’ ass.
“You’re— Ugh.” Dennis rolled his eyes, but a smile was pulling at the corners of his mouth. Robby dipped his head down to kiss the left side of it, and Dennis gently batted at his chest.
“So, is it fractured, Doc?” Dennis smirked.
Robby rolled his eyes, “Get back out there.” He ruffled Dennis’ now dry hair. “Don’t fall again, or I’ll have to drag you back in here.”
Dennis beamed up at him, “Promise?”
“Don’t push it.” Robby clapped him on the shoulder and gently pushed him toward the door.
He looked over his shoulder at Robby one more time before clicking the lock and leaving the bathroom. Robby stood there and looked at himself in the mirror, his face was flushed and sweaty. He shook his head with a quiet laugh and adjusted himself back into his pants, buckled his belt, and followed Dennis out the door.
Maybe the car wash was a good idea after all.