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“... What are you doing here?” Robby asked.
Dressed in his usual green zip-up over his black scrubs and with his backpack dangling loosely over his shoulder, Robby stopped by the nurses station. He must’ve shaved and regrown his beard sometime on his sabbatical. Fresh spots of salt were growing between the black. Abbot looked up from the computer, acting completely oblivious to Robby’s reaction to seeing him. He hummed a small, tuneless note as he straightened to full length, his eyes moved up and down the dayshift attending.
“Well, hello to you too, sunshine,” Abbot said. A grin was spreading from the corners of his mouth as he started to close the distance between them.
Robby froze as Abbot reached his strong arms out to hug him. From where Whitaker was watching, he could see the attending resist him for exactly half a second before folding himself forward to lean into the embrace.
“Jack,” he mumbled.
“Al-Hashimi got her proposal through. Two attendings at all times during the day, and who am I to say no to welcoming you back?” Abbot announced as he pulled back, still keeping his hands on Robby’s shoulders.
“Did she now?” Robby said with a skeptical hum.
“Yup,” Abbot confirmed, grinning mischievously from ear to ear. “She’s done a great job by the way. Daytime patient’s satisfaction scores are through the roof. Nowhere near the nightshift of course but you get the gist.”
“Always a joy to have you around,” Robby said flatly, rolling his eyes as he gave Abbot a pat on the shoulder before putting some distance between them. The dispenser on the wall groaned as he hovered his hand beneath it, depositing a frothy glob in the palm of his hand. “She here today?” he asked, looking around the busy ED that was rushing past them while he worked the disinfectant into his hands.
Abbot walked over, his shoulder brushing against Robby’s as he settled beside him. “Where do you think I got the dayshift from?” he said, winking playfully at Robby’s direction.
Robby scoffed as he started walking away, heading past Trauma 1 and 2 to reach the lockers.
“I did the handover from nightshift by the way!” Abbot called out after him. “Covered the whole board. No need to thank me…!”
A few feet away, Santos had abandoned any pretense of charting. Her stool squeaked loudly as she swiveled away from her computer in the direction of Whitaker. He stood holding with a chart Dana had just handed him from radiology that hadn’t had a chance to look it over yet. His eyes were still tracking Robby as he rounded the corner and disappeared.
“Awkward,” she said, bringing him back to Earth.
Whitaker was quiet for a moment, still looking towards the spot where the attending had been. “I should probably go talk to him,” he said.
“And say what…?” Santos asked as she turned back to the screen, clicking impatiently through the open tabs and closing them rapid fire. “That you’ve been initiated into his secret club without his expressed permission?”
A flush of pink rose in Whitaker’s cheeks. He shook his head, hoping he could fend it off. “I was thinking more in the direction of handing his keys back to him…”
“Oh.” Whitaker could hear a smile pulling at the corner of her lips as a joke started to form on her tongue. “So… He doesn’t get to keep you?” she teased.
“Very funny,” Whitaker scoffed.
“I’m sure you’re a great puppy,” she continued to tease, putting a heavy emphasis on ‘great’.
“Santos…!”
“I imagine you’re very loyal,” she grinned. “Although you do have this annoying habit of chewing on the furniture.”
“That was one time…!” Whitaker tried to argue. He gave up the second he realized he was digging himself into a hole that he was never going to get out of. His whole face felt hot as pink quickly turned into red in his cheeks.
“Sure…”
“Are you done?”
“Are you…?” she challenged, swiveling back to face him again. She was clearly asking if he was going to keep going to Robby’s apartment, or if he was planning to move back into theirs.
Needing to avoid her prying eyes, Whitaker looked down at the chart in his hands. It didn’t offer him any answers other than that the patient in West 13 had a shattered ankle that would need an express transfer to ortho. “No. No, I think I’ll come home,” he said as he flipped the paper to look at what was written underneath. “I don’t even know Dr. Robby like that. I’ll probably just hand him the keys after work and that will be the end of it.”
Santos pressed her lips together and raised her eyebrows to pretend like she didn’t care. “Okay,” she said, clearly not believing what he was saying as she returned to her endless job of charting again. “You should probably go by the store on your way home then. I threw out all of your shit yesterday.”
Whitaker looked up from the chart. “Why?”
“Because it was just one day away from sprouting legs and walking off,” she said to the computer screen. “I was scared it was going to come into my room and kill me at night.”
A small amount of guilt started to grow inside of Whitaker’s stomach. “It’s not been that long since I was home…” he tried to argue.
“The only times we’ve seen each other this month has been right here,” Santos argued, gesturing with her hand towards the board and the breathing animal that was the PTMC. “That’s why I’ve started hanging out with Mel.”
“You hang out with Mel…?”
“Hey, it’s not like I’ve replaced you if that’s what you think,” Santos said, still with her back turned to him. “She’s taking me to the ren faire next weekend. You can tag along if you want.”
“Maybe,” Whitaker shrugged.
“She’s a lot of fun once you get to know her,” Santos noted before sighing like she always did before she forced herself to show some vulnerability. “All I’m trying to say is that your shelf is going to become prime real estate for my kimchi project if you don’t come home soon.”
“I’ll be home tonight,” he promised.
“Sure.” Santos released a snort loud enough to startle one of the nurses guiding a limping man past their station. She ran a hand through the hair that had escaped her ponytail before turning back to him one last time. “Don’t worry about me, Huck,” she said as a fresh teasing grin arrived on her face. “I’m not trying to put a stop to your gay little escapade, if that’s what you think.”
★
No matter how hard Whitaker tried to catch a moment alone with Robby during the rest of the shift, he kept failing.
It almost felt like the PTMC was actively conspiring against him. Robby kept being swept away as soon as they finished stabilizing a patient. The first time Whitaker found a moment to talk to him was by the nurses’ station. Dana unknowingly whisked Robby away to check on an elderly woman with a deteriorating BP before he could even get within reach of conversational distance. When he caught Robby next, he was just about to finish up a conversation with Mohan, but then a code was called in Trauma 2. Robby ordered Mohan to join him, leaving Whitaker high and dry by Pedes as they ran past him. By late afternoon, he resorted to watching the patient board, occasionally looking over his shoulder just in case the attending happened to walk by. He didn’t. The keys sat in the pockets of his scrubs the whole time, burning hot against his thigh.
He was just about to finish patching up a wound on the eyebrow of a man that had been hit in the face with a metal baseball bat when he heard the curtain close followed by hushed voices between North 2 and 3. His CT had come back clean, leaving Whitaker with a little break where he could just focus on the nice man with blood on his face. He didn’t notice the muffled conversation coming from the other side of the curtain at first. Spending most of his time in the ED, he had gotten used to shutting out the sound of screaming and beeping machines. Not his patient, not his problem.
“How’s everything at home with you guys and Whitaker?”
The mention of his name made his ears perk up. His hands stilled on the patient's forehead as he listened, tilting his head towards the curtain. It had been Robby who asked the question.
He could hear the familiar sound of Abbot giggling a little before answering. “Jealous?”
“No,” Robby answered quickly. “Should I be…?”
Whitaker pretended like he was focusing on placing the last piece of steri-strip on the man's forehead. His attention, however, was somewhere else entirely.
“Jack,” Robby said. “Whatever happened while I was gone, that's between you guys and Whitaker. It's got nothing to do with me—”
“But if it did?” Abbot interrupted him.
The silence that followed was longer this time. Whitaker pulled back, pretending like he was counting the strips as he waited for Robby’s answer.
“I know you want to,” he heard Abbot say a little lower when Robby didn’t respond.
Whitaker tried to imagine Robby’s face. Was he actually jealous? Probably not. For all he knew, he was just caught off-guard by Abbott's sudden boldness. He certainly would’ve been if he was confronted about their relationship at work. They didn’t touch each other there. They barely exchanged anything else but professional glances. Before Whitaker could finish the thought, he heard the metallic sound of the curtain being ripped open again.
With his pulse beating in his throat, he saw his chance and took it. “Looks like we’re all done here, Mr. Palmer,” he announced a little louder than what he had intended to. Deep down, he wanted to be overheard, just to make it known that he had been right next to them this whole time.
The pair of footsteps stopped in their tracks outside of North 3.
“I’m going to place a bandage over the wound to keep bacteria from getting into it, and I’m going to need you to keep it on for at least 24 hours. No hot tubs or jumping in the pool, alright?” He continued to lecture the patient. “Your CT looks great, but if you have any confusion or dizziness, you should come back for a follow-up.”
“Thank you, doctor,” Mr. Palmer said, sliding off the edge of the bed. He reached out and took Whitaker's hand in both of his, giving it a firm shake.
Whitaker shook it, listening for movement outside. For what he could make of it, the attendings were still lingering behind the closed curtain separating them.
“I’ll get a nurse to get you your discharge papers. Take care,” Whitaker said, giving the patient a short nod before he stepped out into the wing.
Just like he had expected, he found Abbot and Robby waiting with their arms loosely crossed over their chests, both of them looking directly at him. Approximately five steps separated him from where they stood.
“Hey,” Whitaker said, because he didn’t know what else to do.
“Hi,” Abbot grinned.
Robby said nothing. He probably thought Whitaker hadn’t noticed, but he could feel it on his skin that the attending was looking him up and down. Whitaker's hand moved to his pocket before he could stop it, his fingers finding the shape of the keys through the fabric. He was just about to pull them out when Robby started walking. All Whitaker could do was to watch him go.
“Don’t mind him,” Abbot said when Robby was out of earshot.
“Did I do something wrong?” Whitaker heard himself ask.
“You?” Abbot asked, raising an eyebrow. “No. Not at all.”
“I have his keys,” Whitaker said, fishing them out of his pocket for Abbot to see.
Abbot shook his head, giggling a little. “Keep them. You could use them when you come over tonight.”
“Does he know that you’re inviting me?” Whitaker asked.
Abbot did that thing he always did when he pretended to think about something even though he knew what the right answer was already. He tilted his chin up to look at the ceiling, showing off the graying scruff on his neck as he tracked the fluorescents with his eyes. “No,” he said. “But he won’t say no.”
“I don’t wanna intrude—” Whitaker tried to say but Abbot cut him off before he could finish.
“I’ll see you around 11 maybe?” he suggested.
“Oh, uhm…” Whitaker said, thinking back to the promise he had made to Santos earlier in the day. “I said I would be home today. Santos probably wants to watch a movie or something.”
“We’ll send you on your way at a respectable hour,” Abbot promised, effectively ending the conversation there.
★
Whitaker lingered in the lobby in Robby’s building, pretending like he was taking great interest in a potted plant by the mailboxes. He had been there so many times at that point, but he was nervous anyway.
Back at his and Santos’ place, he had taken over an hour to shower and get ready. It almost felt like going on a first date. She had taken the news that he wasn’t going to stay okay enough, settling on just being happy that they could get ready together. She had made plans with Garcia anyway, not truly believing he was actually going to keep his promise. He was wearing a white t-shirt Santos had insisted on helping him steam, and a red bandana tied at his neck that Langdon had once looped his fingers into and used to pull him so close that he got his breath knocked out of him. Santos watched him with a skeptical gaze as he tied it in the way an older lesbian had taught him on Youtube.
“Nervous?” she asked from her spot on his bed.
Whitaker looked at her through his mirror. “You don’t need to jinx it.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, feigning innocence as she picked up her phone.
“I’m just going to see how the night turns out,” Whitaker said, adjusting the knot. It was clear that he was trying to convince himself as much as her. “Maybe we’ll have a few beers or something—”
“Before you fuck each others brains out…?” Santos finished the sentence for him.
“Very funny,” Whitaker said as he adjusted his bandana again.
“I just don’t understand why you have to hump each other like rabbits,” she teased.
“Like you and Garcia won’t be doing that later.”
“Hey, you won’t be here,” Santos bit back even though she was smiling, probably satisfied that she had made Whitaker flustered. “You don’t know what we do.”
“Thin walls, Trin,” he reminded her.
“Yeah, but it’s not like we’re inviting Dana or McKay to join us.”
Whitaker laughed a little at that. “Maybe you should.”
Santos dropped her phone down onto the patchwork blanket. “I just don’t get how you could fuck Langdon of all people,” she said, imitating a gag as she said his name.
Whitaker didn’t have a snappy comeback to that. Langdon was hot, but in a different way than Abbot or Robby was. He loved being surrounded by his lean and hairy body, while feeling Abbot’s strong and hairless chest against this back. Santos wouldn’t understand so he didn’t try to argue.
In his tote bag, Whitaker carried six bottles of the expensive beer Robby kept on the bottom shelf of his fridge. The glass clinked together as he started moving down the lobby. He felt bad for taking them when his stash of cheaper beer ran out, even though Robby said that he could have them and Abbot had insisted that he tried at least one. They had cost him what felt like a fortune to replace them, but maybe they could drown out the overstep he felt like he was so close to making. He still felt unsure on how Robby would take it when he came to his apartment. Maybe the beer could act like homecoming gift, helping the attendant to be okay with it.
The elevator doors opened on Robby’s floor with a mechanical exhale. The hallway leading to his place was quiet, save for the sound of a television murmuring somewhere in another unit. Whitaker drew a deep breath as he stopped on Robby’s doormat. He instinctively lifted his hand to knock, before he remembered the keys in his pocket. He fished them out, listening to the mix of keychains and spares jingle against each other as he pushed the right key into the lock. The latch released with a pop before the door swung open. Stepping inside, he was greeted by the sound of Fleetwood Mac playing on Robby’s fancy hi-fi system. Abbot was lying sprawled across the length of the couch with his strong arm thrown over the back of it. A bright smile grew on his lips as he looked up to see Whitaker come inside, closing the door behind himself.
“Look at that,” he said, giving Whitaker a quick up and down. “You look good.”
“Thanks.” Whitaker felt his cheeks flush as he looked down at the shoe rack.
“Robby got caught up with something right before I left,” Abbot explained from behind the wall, like he had x-ray vision and could see what Whitaker was looking at.
Whitaker nodded a little as he kicked off his shoes, lining them up beside the others. He had always thought that the pair of Converse Santos had bought for his birthday looked weird next to Langdon's expensive running shoes and the scuffed army boots Abbot had walked around in for maybe 15 years or more. Abbot was leaning forward to refill his glass as Whitaker walked into the living room, choosing the armchair opposite the couch. Their eyes met as he held the bottle up.
“You want one?” Abbot asked, already reaching for an empty glass from the spread in the middle of the table.
“Sure,” Whitaker said.
He looked around the room as Abbot poured a glass of whiskey for him. He picked it up, smelling the liquor even without placing the glass particularly close to his face. His gaze fell upon the framed photo of Robby, Abbot and Langdon on the bookshelf. He now knew that it was from a road trip they took together in California when Langdon was still an intern.
“Are you sure it’s alright that I’m here?” he heard himself ask.
Abbot laughed mid-sip, needing to use the back of his hand to wipe off the whiskey that was now covering the scruff on his chin. “Alright with it?” he echoed as if surprised that it was even a question. “He’s been looking at you since you started working with him. Haven’t you noticed that?”
Whitaker had, of course, noticed. Robby had this habit of grabbing his shoulders and pulling him around. Even with nurses and other residents around, Robby still insisted on tying the ribbons on Whitaker's back before asking him to do the same for him. Feeling like he was way out of his league, he had pushed it down to Robby just being Robby, even though he had never seen him manhandle anybody else in the ED except for Langdon on occasion.
“Maybe,” he offered as he tasted the expensive whiskey. It burned on his tongue but it went down smooth. He wasn't sure if it was helping with his nerves or if he was simply giving them somewhere warmer to live.
“Robby is just a grumpy old man,” Abbot explained. “Doesn’t really wear his feelings on his sleeves.”
“Right,” Whitaker said into his glass as he tried it a second time.
Abbot raised an eyebrow. “No need to be nervous, kid. He’ll be all over you in no time.”
“I'm fine,” he said.
“You're adorable,” Abbot said with a bright grin, shaking his head a little like he couldn’t handle it.
★
Somewhere between the record ending and Abbot getting up to change it, the shower in the bathroom turned off. Stevie Nicks was replaced by Billy Idol as Whitaker listened to the sound of footsteps padding towards where they were sitting.
Langdon appeared around the corner as Abbot sat back down. He was barefoot and wearing a short t-shirt, holding a can of Diet Coke in his hand. The hem rested a few inches above the waistband of his jeans, leaving a gap revealing the toned and hairy skin underneath. It rode up slightly as he took a sip of the fresh can. His hair was messy and wet from the shower, falling playfully against his face. The bright smile on his lips revealed immediately that he was enjoying the attention the outfit was bringing him. Abbot was rolling his neck like he often did when he saw something he liked. Langdon’s keen eyes moved slowly to Whitaker, dropping briefly to the bandana at his throat. Something shifted in his expression like his heart had skipped a beat, before he caught himself and reined himself back in.
Langdon dropped onto the couch, placing the Coke on the table. He watched Abbot for a moment as something mischievous started to grow on his face. When Abbot lowered his glass, he swooped in, stealing it clean out of his hand. Abbot looked mildly annoyed as he reached out to take it back, but Langdon was already shifting away. He used his legs to scramble backwards toward the edge of the couch, forcing Abbot to follow. As Abbot gave him a few choice words about being a brat, Langdon responded by arching his back over the armrest. His spine curved over it in an arch as his wet hair fell away from his face. The short hem of his t-shirt rode up to reveal a considerable stretch of stomach as he made himself as long as he could. Abbot climbed over him, planting one knee between Langdon's legs as he leaned his full weight on top of him. He pressed broad chest against Langdon’s. His fingers strained toward the glass but Langdon had no intention of giving it back.
“Langdon…” he murmured.
“Hm?” Langdon answered with the voice of someone who had never done anything wrong in his entire life. He looked like he had to fight himself not to laugh.
Whitaker felt all the blood from his head start to rush downwards as he watched them on the couch. He shifted in his chair before he took a long sip. Watching them was a good distraction for his nerves. It felt too good to watch them fight for dominance to think about anything else.
“You can just ask nicely,” Langdon said in a sing-songy voice to tease the attending even more.
“I’m too fucking old for this,” Abbot said, his face so close to the resident that Langdon must’ve felt his breath on his skin.
Langdon turned his face the remaining fraction of an inch toward Abbot's, their noses touching. “Say please,” he cooed.
Instead of doing as he was told, Abbot’s head dropped a little. His lips skimmed Langdon’s without kissing him before he moved downwards, dragging his mouth along his jaw. Whitaker watched Langdon’s eyes flutter. The bratty composure started to disolve as his head fell back when Abbot’s lips found the pulse on his neck. Langdon made an involuntary sound that did absolutely nothing to help Whitaker's arousal at the other side of the coffee table. The heat climbed on his neck as he watched Abbot’s hand abandon the plan of taking the glass, moving down until his fingers were tangled in the hem of Langdon’s shirt. Whitaker finished his whiskey in one go, grimacing a little at the burn of it. Langdon arched against Abbot, shamelessly pressing his groin against him.
It took all of Whitaker’s determination to drag his eyes away. He leaned forward, reaching for the bottle in the middle of the table. He was just straightening back up when Langdon turned his head towards him. His pale and heavy-lidded eyes found Whitaker’s.
“You okay over there?” he murmured.
Abbot lifted his head from Langdon's neck just enough to look over at Whitaker too. His thumb was moving upwards along Langdon's exposed stomach, following the trail of hair until he found what he was looking for. Langdon’s shirt bunched around Abbot’s hand as he flicked his nipple. He didn’t say anything as a moan broke from his lips.
Whitaker tried his best to hold his freshly refilled glass steady. “‘m fine,” he said.
Abbot’s mouth curved into a playful smile. “Come here,” he said.
Whitaker's breath left him in a slow exhale. A million thoughts shot through his head, trying to distract him from the blood collecting in his groin. What if Robby came home? What if he found him in the middle of Langdon or Abbot fucking him? What would he do then?
Abbot must’ve added telekinesis to his growing roster of superpowers as he watched Whitaker overthink. “He’s not going to mind,” he said, trying to soothe Whitaker’s racing mind.
Whitaker shook his head though it pained him to do so.
“Please…” Langdon sighed as Abbot placed another kiss against his throat. It was clear he was holding himself back from rubbing himself against the strong thigh the attending had placed between his legs.
Whitaker thought it over. His mind was telling him no, but his growing erection was telling him otherwise. The chair released a soft creak as he got up. Langdon’s heavy-lidded eyes followed him as he started to close the distance. He knelt down next to Langdon’s face, letting him crane his neck to find his lips. Langdon was quick to tease his tongue with his own, making the kiss taste like a jack and coke.
Muffled by the sound of Rebel Yell, Whitaker heard the latch of the door release. He was unsure if the other’s noticed or if he had just imagined it. Abbot was showing no signs of stopping as his lips had returned to teasing the soft skin on Langdon’s neck. Langdon was squirming underneath him, using his body to tell the attending how much he wanted this. The sounds coming from the hallway were overshadowed by the sound of glass meeting carpet. The glass slipped from Langdon’s grip as Abbot moved his way down, his tongue finding his nipple. The thick rim didn’t shatter but what was left of the whiskey at the bottom created a dark stain on the gray fabric. Whitaker heard what he now was sure was Robby stopping from moving. He was just about to turn his head to look when he felt Langdon’s hand in his hair. His long fingers tangled itself in his curls as he started to pull him towards where Abbot was sitting. The grip forced Whitaker to crawl on the floor until his lips found warm and bare skin.
Abbot made a low sound against Langdon’s chest as the resident started reacting to the kisses Whitaker placed against his hip bone. His hard-on was flush against his jeans, begging to be let free. Whitaker could already smell the sex as he watched Abbot’s trained hands start to relieve Langdon of the pressure of tight fabric. His dick leaked with pre-cum as it sprung free. Deep inside, Whitaker knew he should stop what he was doing before Robby could see. Had it not been for Langdon pulling him towards his cock while making soft noises under his breath, he would’ve gotten up to place some respectful distance between them.
The feeling of Abbot and potentially Robby watching him made Whitaker feel drunk with lust as he pressed his lips against the hair covering the base of Langdon’s cock. He tasted of salt as he let his tongue trail upwards. Langdon’s moan overpowered the sound of a backpack being set down in the entryway. His back arched again as his fingers tightened in Whitaker’s short curls. Out of eyesight, the footsteps resumed, moving toward them. Robby stopped before walking fully into the living room, taking in the scene unfolding in front of him.
Langdon didn't loosen his grip on Whitaker as he addressed the last piece of their puzzle watching them from the doorway. “Hey,” he moaned softly. He sounded like a slut. “There you are…”
A beat of silence followed. Whitaker was unsure of what to do, but no one had asked him to stop, and there was no way his body was going to do so voluntarily. The feeling of his dick twitching and throbbing was too strong to break away. He grabbed the base of Langdon’s cock with his hand, hearing him huff a moan as he started to circle his tongue around his cockhead. From the months of fucking Langdon and Abbot, he had gotten used to continuing, even if he wasn’t sure what was coming next. He was sure that Abbot had already planned this out for him, so who was he to ruin the fantasy? From the shifting of the cushions, he could make out that Abbot had turned around to look at Robby.
“Well?” Abbot said to the dayshift attending, sounding almost like he was challenging him. “You’re going to just stand there or…?”
Whitaker heard Robby huff a short laugh. “You couldn’t wait for me?”
“No need to thank me,” Abbot giggled.
The couch creaked as Abbot got up. Left in sole charge of Langdon’s pleasure, Whitaker opened his lips, leading with his tongue as he started to make his way down Langdon’s length. Langdon’s breathing was ragged as he picked the speed he knew he liked. The knowledge of being sure that the older men were actually watching him made pre-cum start to leak into the fabric of his pants. It was even better than when Abbot watched them alone. He wanted nothing more than to put on a good show. He felt Langdon's thighs tense and his fingers curl tighter with a desperation that was indescribably satisfying.
“God,” Langdon breathed.
Abbot hummed quietly. “Look at them.”
Whitaker could hear the floorboards creak as Robby shifted his weight. “I’m impressed,” he said to Abbot.
“Oh, like you haven’t seen me work my magic before,” Abbot pointed out, followed by a short silence.
The sound of the attendings kissing was only disturbed by the sound of Langdon’s whimpering and Steve Stevens’ guitar.
“This is my homecoming gift to you,” Abbot said against Robby’s lips.
“Thank you,” Robby breathed.
“Well, go on,” Abbot said as the kiss broke.
A long silence followed that was probably filled by some shrugging and silent insisting, but Whitaker was too busy sucking Langdon’s cock to make anything of it. He barely noticed as the floorboard near the armchair released a sigh as someone walked over them. The couch cushions shifted as new weight was added onto it. Then Whitaker heard Robby's voice up close, feeling his breath on his skin.
“Move over.”
Whitaker released Langdon’s cock with a low pop as he opened his eyes. He had never been so up-close with his attending before. They were close enough that it would’ve only taken the smallest movement for their lips to meet. Robby's eyes moved over Whitaker's face with that same quiet attention he brought to work. Whitaker could see that he was assessing him, taking him in fully. Robby's gaze dropped for a fraction of a second to Whitaker's swollen lips, before returning to his eyes again.
While Robby was away, Whitaker had spent a lot of time trying to imagine what it would be like when he returned home. From how Abbot and Langdon liked to fuck him, he had figured out that Robby was verse. He had thought about being on both sides of that more than he was comfortable admitting. How many times hadn’t he fantasized about him when Langdon and Abbot were gone, leaving Whitaker alone with his fantasies in Robby’s bed?
From his position hanging halfway off the armrest, Langdon made an impatient sound.
Robby's mouth curved at the corner. “He’s not very patient,” he murmured, still keeping eye contact with Whitaker as he leaned forward, placing a bearded kiss against Langdon’s cockhead.
Langdon responded with all of his body. He lost control of his hips for a moment as he thrusted upward, begging them to blow him. Whitaker leaned in, placing his lips against the base of his cock again as Robby opened his mouth to let Langdon enter. Behind his back, he heard Abbot move past him, stopping where Whitaker guessed Langdon’s head was. He heard the rasp of a zipper releasing, followed by the rustle of fabric as jeans were pulled down. Whitaker moved his lips down towards Langdon’s balls as Robby sucked his dick. Above them, they heard Langdon’s muffled moan around the girth of Abbot’s cock in his mouth.
Whitaker felt Robby’s beard brush against his cheek. The sensation made goosebumps grow all over his back. His erection twitched painfully against the front of his jeans as they worked around each other to get Langdon off. He followed with the flat of his tongue along the thick vein on Langdon’s cock, their noses brushing together as they met at his slit. Robby tasted of salt as his tongue left the tip to find Whitaker’s. Whitaker made a sound against his lips that he hadn't planned on making. Robby was a greedy kisser, forcing Whitaker’s mouth open as he pressed closer.
From above, Abbot made a low sound. “Easy…” he murmured.
Whether he was talking to Langdon or to them was unclear.
Robby pulled back, but not enough for their noses to lose contact. “Follow my lead,” he whispered.
Whitaker did as he was told. He tilted his head, his lips meeting with Robby’s as he wrapped them around Langdon from his side. They moved in rhythm, their tongues sometimes overlapping as they worked together to suck him off. Their lips met and parted and met again, sometimes finding Langdon between them and sometimes finding only each other, The sounds Langdon was making had stopped being coherent long ago. His whole body was trembling as he tried to keep himself from trusting against the pair of soft tongues, losing the fight as they were getting him closer and closer to climax. Langdon made a sound that was approximately the shape of a name around Abbot’s cock as his hips rolled forward again.
“Look at you,” Abbot murmured.
A full-length tremor moved through Langdon from his shoulders to his thighs. He made another sound around Abbot that was mostly just a helpless vowel. Whitaker could feel Robby hum a low laugh as he licked down the vein of Langdon’s cock.
“You’ve always liked to be the center of attention, haven’t you?” Abbot asked. “Three men on you, and your greedy body still wants more.”
Whitaker could feel Langdon’s body respond to the mix of taunting and praise. He gagged softly as Abbot pushed deeper into his mouth. Robby dragged his tongue along Langdon’s length before his lips found Whitaker's.
“He's close,” he murmured against Whitaker's mouth, not caring that it was obvious.
Abbot made a low sound of agreement. “Not yet…” he said softly to Langdon without a trace of apology. “You can be a good boy and wait a little longer for us, can’t you?”
The sound Langdon made suggested strongly that he could not.
“Yes you can,” Abbot said, his thumb tracing a slow arc along his jaw. “You're going to be so good for us.”
Langdon’s body shook with praise. Whitaker could feel it in the throbbing in his cock against his tongue that Langdon was fighting for his life. They were torturing him with pleasure, and he had nothing against undoing him. He moved downwards as Robby took Langdon in his mouth again.
“That’s it,” Abbot murmured. “Tell me how much you want it.”
Langdon made a muffled sound, but it was very clear he was begging.
“Good enough,” Abbot groaned.
Robby made a sound in the back of his throat as Langdon came in his mouth. His calloused hand held him in place as Langdon's whole body moved through the first wave and then the second. Whitaker watched Robby as he swallowed, hearing the wet pop of Abbot pulling himself out of Langdon’s mouth. Langdon slid off the armrest, landing in a pile of man at the corner of the couch. His head lolled against the back cushions as he released Whitaker’s hair from his grip.
Robby’s back protested as he straightened, still sitting between Langdon’s legs. He shifted his weight with a soft wince, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. Whitaker left a last kiss on Langdon’s hip before sitting back on his heels. From his spot on the floor, he looked up at his attendings watching him from above. It almost felt overwhelming to look at them from that particular angle, with Robby looking down on him while Abbot towered just a few feet away. In his peripheral vision, he could see that he was still hard.
“So this is my replacement,” Robby grinned as he looked over at Abbot.
“Isn’t he cute?” Abbot hummed as he walked closer.
“Very,” Robby agreed, letting his hawk-like eyes survey the young man on the floor. His eyes traveled from his face to the bandana still intact at his throat and then to his crotch. “He kinda looks like you when we were in med school, don’t you think?”
Abbot laughed as he leaned forward to get a better look of Whitaker’s face. “Huh,” he said, “Maybe a little.”
A flush of pink that wasn’t arousal flooded Whitaker’s cheeks, climbing all the way up to his ears. “I'm right here,” he said.
Both the attendings looked at him, then at each other, and then back at him again. “We know,” Abbot grinned with a playful shrug.
Whitaker's flush deepened, moving from his ears down his neck. “Are you going to keep staring,” he said, hearing the signals from his dick drown out all the more polite things he could’ve said instead, “or are you going to do something about it?”
Robby and Abbot shared another look, before they both huffed a surprised laugh.
“I was never this bratty,” Abbot noted, nodding his head in Whitaker’s direction.
★
Whitaker let himself be pulled up from the floor. He found himself surrounded by Robby and Abbot, their strong chests trapping him between them. He was acutely aware of his own want pressing against the seam of his jeans, begging to be let free as he felt Robby’s breath against his neck. Abbot’s hands rested at his waist, his fingers clawing into the soft flesh at his sides through his shirt. He leaned over him, his mouth finding Whitaker's neck. Whitaker's head fell back against Robby’s shoulder as a soft exhale left his lips. Robby's hands found his hips from behind. He could feel his calloused fingers through the fabric. His mouth dropped to the curve of Whitaker's neck on the other side from Abbot. He could feel Robby’s beginning erection start to grow against his ass. His hand found Abbot’s, wrapping around the girth of it.
“Whitaker,” Abbot said. His voice was rough around the edges.
“Mm,” Whitaker sighed.
Behind him, Robby lifted his head and laughed. His hands moved from Whitaker's hips to his waistband, his fingers finding the button.
“Yours?” Abbot asked Robby, leaning over Whitaker now.
Whitaker’s face became completely buried in his strong chest. He sighed softly as Robby slid his hand down his pants and into his underwear. He could help but grind against his grip. Around him, he could hear Abbot kiss Robby again. The feeling of their strong bodies around him made Whitaker’s dick twitch violently. He loved being trapped in their moment.
As Abbot broke the kiss, he spoke in a low tone. “He moves like he wants you,” he said as his hand moved down to cup Whitaker beneath Robby’s exploring fingers.
Whitaker couldn’t hold back the groan of pleasure. It was almost enough to make his knees buckle, but he knew he wouldn’t fall, not with their bodies holding him so close.
Abbot leaned forward again, his lips finding his ear. His scruff tickled against his skin as his lips found his ear. “How long,” he murmured against it, “have you been waiting for this?”
“Forever…” he sighed, because he had nothing left in him to offer but the truth. Robby’s hands on him felt too good.
“You can have him,” Abbot announced to Robby after placing a kiss in the corner of Whitaker’s mouth.
Whitaker let them undress him. Their hands were warm on his skin as they freed him from his clothes. His shirt was thrown on the chair, followed by his pants that he managed to kick off after they helped him out of it. He stood there naked between them, feeling their hands exploring him. Goosebumps rose on his skin as Abbot untied the knot at his throat. He never wanted to leave this moment. Behind him, he felt Robby’s semi-erect cock rub against him. He pressed closer, his warm chest flush against Whitaker’s back as he caressed his dick. Whitaker kept his eyes closed, feeling the presence of Abbot leaving his front. Before he could complain, Robby turned him around to place a hungry kiss against his lips. Whitaker moaned into it as he started undoing the attending’s pants.
He heard shuffling on the couch behind them, and the sound of clothes being pulled off followed up by Langdon’s breath growing heavy again. Still with his eyes closed, Whitaker let Robby take the lead. When it was time, his strong hands started to move him. He came willingly. The cushions were warm against his bare skin as he was placed on the couch where Abbot switched places with him. He opened his eyes as Langdon wrapped his long legs around him, pulling him closer. The skin on his thighs glistened with a thin layer of lube.
Langdon looked up at him with heavy eyes, drunk on cock and pleasure. Whitaker already knew what he wanted to do. He climbed between Langdon’s spread legs until he could reach his handsome face. His hair still somehow fell effortlessly cool in his face as he looked back up at him through his post-orgasm glow. Whitaker lowered himself until their faces were close enough to feel Langdon's uneven breath against his mouth. Langdon's hand came up and found the side of his face as he kissed him hungrily. His opening was warm and slippery as Whitaker teased his dick against it. Langdon sighed against his mouth at the contact.
Whitaker broke the kiss to look over at the two attendings. They looked just like they had when they met outside of North 3, except that they had their cocks in their hands.
Abbot grinned as he caught his eye. “Old man’s gonna need a minute,” he said, nodding his head towards Robby. “No need to wait for us.”
Whitaker nodded a little as his attention returned to the tall man beneath him. Slowly, he started to slip inside of him, feeling Langdon warm and tight around him. Langdon pressed his head back into the cushions, his jaw going slack as a sorry sound left his throat. Whitaker’s nerves roared with pleasure as he thrusted into him. Langdon’s hips rolled to meet him, unable to keep his body from begging for more. Whitaker dropped his forehead to Langdon’s chest, placing a wet kiss above his nipple. Through the pleasure, he almost didn’t feel how the cushions dipped beneath his knees, or the warm hand on his hip. He exhaled heavily against Langdon’s skin as he felt a pair of lubed fingers against his hole.
His body throbbed as he waited for Robby’s cock to enter him. He wanted it so badly but to his disappointment, it didn’t come. He could still feel his attending behind him, but further away now. His breathing had deepened. He listened as the lube popped open again, followed by gentle praise from Abbot as he started to get Robby ready. And then, he heard thrusting. Whitaker turned slowly to look over his shoulder. Robby’s face was flushed with pleasure behind him. Abbot was leaning over him, wrapping an arm around his waist as he thrusted into the attendant. Abbot caught Whitaker's eye over Robby's shoulder.
“You’ll get him soon enough,” he cooed, chasing a sorry sound from Robby’s throat.
Whitaker felt Langdon move beneath him, fucking himself greedily on his cock. The anticipation of a second form of pleasure was enough to make Whitaker bottom out. He drove himself deep into Langdon, who moaned loudly, begging for more under his breath.
After what felt like forever, Abbot made a sound telling them he was pleased. Whitaker felt the couch shift as Robby climbed towards him, pulling him up from Langdon. Still buried deep inside of him, Whitaker kissed Robby over his shoulder. Robby kept a strong hand against his chest as his other hand moved to position his still growing cock against Whitaker’s ass. As it finally reached its full potential, he started pushing inside. His largeness filled Whitaker with a blunt, warm pleasure. Robby took his time, making sure he was comfortable as he entered him further. Beneath him, Langdon's hands found his thighs to support him. Robby pressed forward, making Whitaker release a sound he had only made in this apartment specifically.
Robby fucked him gently, the force of his thrusts moving Whitaker and letting Langdon receive it all. The attending was larger than Abbot, his cock driving itself so deep that Whitaker could feel it in his stomach.
“God,” Whitaker echoed Langdon’s moans, because he had nothing else to say.
Robby pressed a kiss against his shoulder. “Good?” he whispered into his skin.
“Don’t stop,” Whitaker moaned.
Whitaker had to wait patiently as Robby stilled, waiting for Abbot to reposition himself to join in. He felt so surrounded by pleasure that the air he was breathing almost felt thick. The smell of sex was almost suffocating, but he didn’t care. It was too hot hearing Robby groan as Abbot spread himself on top of him. He moaned as he felt the shift of Abbot’s hips move Robby deeper into him, and in turn, pressing him deeper into Langdon. The sequence felt tortuously good, allowing him to lose himself in the rhythm chosen for him. Langdon made a sound in the top of his throat as his hands flew to Whitaker's back, gripping at him to keep him close. From behind, Whitaker could feel all of Robby’s weight on top of him, pushing him down until he was almost flush with Langdon’s chest. Abbot’s thrust was powerful enough to make Robby bottom out inside of him.
Robby and Whitaker were trapped together, letting themselves be fucked from all sides. Tilting his head, Whitaker found the attendings slack lips. He licked across his teeth before moving his tongue into his mouth. Robby kissed him back with everything he had. He moaned into Whitaker’s mouth as Abbot picked up speed. Whitaker echoed the sound he was making as Langdon matched it. The fullness of it all moved through him from the base of his spine and outward until all of his nerves were humming with bliss. His eyes were watering, making it almost impossible to see anything but the contours of Robby’s face when he tried opening his eyes. Robby broke the kiss with a ragged exhale. His forehead dropped over the edge of Whitaker's shoulder as Abbot pounded into him. Robby placed a sloppy kiss against Langdon’s lips as the force of the chain drove through them. Langdon's arms tightened around Whitaker's back as Robby's hands tightened on his hips.
The building orgasm was roaring through Whitaker’s body as Robby buried himself deep inside of him again. He had to fight it back, not wanting the moment to end. Thinking about something else was impossible. All his thoughts were drowning in the sensation of a moment he had longed for ever since the first night in the apartment. He loved being with them. His body craved it.
“Whitaker—” Robby’s voice was shaking as he placed his warm lips against his cheek.
“Not yet…” Whitaker whimpered, already knowing that Robby was close, but wanting him to continue anyway. “More…”
Unable to stop himself, Robby’s head dropped to his shoulder as a low moan escaped his throat. It was both hot and devastating as he felt the attending come apart inside of him. Whitaker felt cum shoot molten against his wall as he rutted against him, making desperate sounds against his skin. It was enough. His own pleasure exploded as he reached climax, pushing himself as deep into Langdon as physically possible. Langdon received him with his whole body. His back arched clean off the cushions, pressing himself against Whitaker as tightly as possible. Whitaker felt Robby’s strong arms wrap themselves around both of them, pulling them towards him as the last string of come released from Whitaker’s cock. He felt Langdon’s heartbeat against his chest as Abbot continued to pound into Robby from behind. He didn’t care that Whitaker was starting to go soft, or that Robby’s girth was receding. Not that it mattered to Whitaker. It still felt so good to be fucked into that he didn’t want to move.
Abbot forced a deep moan out of Robby’s throat as he drove the final thrust into him. Whitaker felt the shuddering through Robby’s body as Abbot pulled him up, pressing his whole body against Robby as he came inside of him. When Abbot was finished, Whitaker’s whole body shook as he fought himself up to kiss Robby. Behind their backs, he felt Abbot pull out, letting Robby do the same to him. Langdon made a small sound as Whitaker withdrew. The four of them separated back to their separate entities, all of them breathing hard and glistening with sweat from their spots on the crowded couch.
“Robby,” Abbot said after a long moment spent catching their breaths.
“Mm...?”
“I told you so.”
Robby let out a huff of a laugh. “Is this your gotcha moment?” he asked, tilting his head in Abbot’s direction.
“You’re welcome,” Abbot grinned, looking over at the mess that was Whitaker and Langdon. “Look at them.”
Robby turned his head. His dark eyes found Whitaker's and then Langdon’s, taking in their relaxed and naked bodies resting against each other. Langdon smiled sleepily back up at him.
“You were right. It’s a good fit,” Robby affirmed as he turned his head back towards Abbot, leaning in to kiss him again.