Archive of Our Own

Dennis wasn't exactly impressed Jack had gone through his laptop. It was incredibly private.

He kept everything on there.

Absolutely everything. It had become something of an online diary.

The laptop was the object of his fixation. One of the few items he owned which he took delicate care of. Something that gave him consistency no matter what was happening in his life.

It contained an extensive documentation he had poured years of his life into.

There were periods of time when he posted near obsessively. There were some… consistent factors that may have had a hand in that.

Like stress.

Mostly stress. He'd get fixated when things got bad. When his family and he weren't seeing eye to eye, when he'd begun his undergrad, when he'd gotten outed, when he'd chosen to pursue medicine, when he'd lost his apartment, when his emergency med ration started.

He'd begun the blog as a teenager. Just as he'd begun to figure out he was gay. At the time, he hadn't seen the humor in the fact that everyone else seemed to know that fact well before he did. "Faggot" had practically become his nickname. It stuck to him like a brand.

He'd spent his teenage years deeply lonely, he didn't connect well with his family, only ever spending the time necessary around them, like dinners and church. He didn't have a lot of friends, he'd stopped sleeping well…

He'd needed a hobby, so he decided to learn HTML and code a website.

Wasn't like he had a lot else to do. He'd grown up in a town so small half the highschoolers would drive to the Walmart a town over just to fuck around in the store, desperate for any sort of obtainable entertainment. The Dollar General on the outskirts of town was a close second favorite spot. His school's parking lot consisted of work trucks, run down rusted to hell farm trucks and beater cars of an extensive verity, oh, the occasional tractor too; usually when something wouldn't start and someone didn't have time enough, or what was needed to fix the issues quickly.

It was better then drinking himself stupid.

He'd dabbled. He'd watch a member or two of his family succumb to the pull of addiction.

He'd rummage through the fridge or liquor cabinet and steal whatever he could; the things he knew wouldn't be missed. He'd toss em in the bed of the truck he and his brother shared, take off down the nearby roads, and get lost until he found an area that was truly in the middle of nowhere.

He'd pull over, park, and sit in the bed of the truck drinking beer and looking at the stars.

He'd tried weed too, it happened to be the other substance he was willing to ingest. Not that it was particularly hard to get his hands on. He didn't imagine most drugs were. Anyway, it just wasn't for him. It twisted his stomach into knots with grave anxiety.

No thanks.

His blog, that he'd quickly gotten attached to after creating, gave him some strange sense or purpose.

It gave him a place to express the swirl of things going on in his head.

The thing was, how he grew up you didn't talk about sex. Not really, not his family anyhow. It was seen as impolite, sex was generally something taboo. Dennis was nearly certain that had something to do with his stranger fixations he'd developed over time.

He'd ended up fixated on his pleasure. He was curious, he was finding things online that were as terrifying as they were delightful, and he didn't know what to do with himself. He couldn't talk about any of it, nobody would be willing to listen. His interest turned into something more, sex, men, need took over a large part of his mind, and a large portion of his life. He had to keep it to himself, because it wasn't the kind of thing anyone around him could be allowed to know about.

This was his sin.

It was part of the reason Jack knowing and prying into the part of his life he held closest to his chest was so… violating. Humiliating.

He knew his indulgences were extraordinarily well documented and to a certain extent; deranged.

Now he didn't have a damn clue what Jack or Robby had found out.

He just knew whatever it was, it was at the very least bizarre.

The two older men hadn't brought it up again, Dennis couldn't decide if it was merciful or cruel. He didn't know if he'd rather the horrified and disgusted reaction he'd expected over how they were actually dealing with this.

They weren't. The two men hadn't brought it up to Dennis once. It sat in the background of every moment the three spent together but went completely unspoken.

He'd prefer if it'd never happened in the first place, actually. Even if he did spend hours thinking about them fucking him stupid with his hand choking his cock since.

Even if he had posted about it to his blog, one he was fairly certain Jack hadn't known about yet, based on his laptop's search history from that day.

It had been a torturous week. Dennis half wanted to confront Jack, find out what he knew, why he was on the damn computer in the first place.

Did he want to know? Probably not. Jack and Robby might have been willing to entertain him but they'd had time to consider it now. There was still plenty of time for them to think of him as the slimy creep he was.

He prayed Jack and Robby hadn't gone through the folders he kept dedicated to them. He'd buried them in the files of his laptop as best he could. It didn't make sense to, he knew that.

But, it comforted him. To hide the things he didn't want found was a habit he had developed young. It just happened to continue through to his laptop.

Their folders, the one's he had begun not long after his first day in the Pitt, were chalked full of the kinds of things Dennis figured stalkers might keep as mementos. He was fairly certain if they had seen those, they would have left him by now. They'd have been livid.

It had started small and simple. He was just being friendly, a co-worker, with finding their social medias. It had been fairly easy, they both used their full names on all their social media.

Unsurprisingly, Jack posted a lot more frequently then Robby, who's socials were relatively sparse.

Robby's posts did span back a few years, particularly a Facebook profile that had numerous pictures from the 2010's, but had fallen off heavy use assumedly around when he and Janey had split. He'd accepted Dennis's friend request pretty quickly and without and fuss, much to Dennis's relief.

He'd scrolled back to the very beginning of Robby's Facebook and spent two nights huddled in his room saving any picture of Robby he'd liked and saving them to his laptop. He didn't want to think about how long he'd spent cropping the pictures down to just Robby, or Robby and Jack.

He'd done the same with Jack's once he'd gotten the confidence to send him a friend request around a month after Robby.

He'd moved onto their much less active, but thankfully public, Instagram accounts after. Robby's was pretty bare, it had only around 10 photos, all of which were — to Dennis's delight and surprise, were essentially thirst traps.

Robby's most recent post had been him from 2019. It was a picture of just his hairy torso, holding his mug to his chest and captioned "Good Morning."

Jack's was a little more active, though it wasn't quite as whorish, there was certainly a a good few half naked photo's of the attending sprinkled in amongst the dozens of sporadically posted life updates and day to day photos.

Dennis had felt like he'd won the damn lottery with their accounts. He'd ended up fucking himself staring at the pictures until the idea of pressing his fingers into his prostate again was physically repulsive and his cock was so spent it ached.

The social media haul only satiated his desire for so long. He only lasted a couple weeks of restraining himself before he'd begun sneaking photos of them while they were working.

He'd take pictures of Robby and Jack from behind while the two men were doing handover. He'd take picture of the men in the break room. He'd take pictures of either man standing at the nurses station. He'd take pictures through the glass of the ambulance bay doors when Robby had snuck off for a cigarette, he'd recently learned Robby had sworn up and down he'd "quit."

Dennis had plenty of evidence to the contrary. Not that he'd say anything, he'd been smoking himself since he was 12. Plus he liked the secrecy, the idea that he held something of Robby's Jack didn't have.

He'd figured out they were together at some point. Over saw a quick moment in a stairwell as he was trying to get something for a patient.

His obsession had kicked up a bit from there.

He had lost count a long time ago; the number of pictures he had of Robby tucked away in some corner around the hospital, or Jack busying himself with something, or the two of them having a moment together. Fuel for many night's spent wide awake in bed, rutting against his mattress in desperation.

Recently he'd been taken by a couple pictures he had taken of Robby smoking. He'd stare at the photo, in it Robby stood leaning against the ambulance bay with a cigarette balanced between his soft lips. It always made Dennis remember the searing pleasure of a circular burn etched in to his skin. How he wished he could get a new brand from one of them men he'd become so enthralled with.

At one point he'd gotten so desperate for something from either of the men he'd taken some of the butts from Robby's cigarettes — though it was a step further then he'd expected from himself. He had a little tin, one that used to hold mints, that he'd acquired one way or another some time ago. The tin now held six cigarette butts Robby had dropped on the ground and smothered out beneath his toe. Dennis wanted to drool thinking about getting anywhere near those gorgeous hiking boots Robby wore to work.

Sure it was a bit of a strange thing to collect, but it wasn't like Robby knew. Well. Dennis had photos of them he'd saved onto his computer, dated with the day he'd nabbed each off the pavement. So, maybe Robby did know.

Fuck, he sure hoped he didn't.

Since they'd gotten together the number of pictures, creep shots really, Dennis had continued to accumulate had skyrocketed.

He'd take pictures of Jack doing yoga while Dennis was perched on the couch, seemingly just scrolling his phone or observing. He'd take pictures while Robby was doing something in the kitchen, trying to be ready every time Robby would bend down to grab something out of a cabinet. He'd take them when the men would wake up and get dressed in the morning; a collection of the couple half dressed, pulling on scrubs or taking off last nights boxers. He'd taken quite a few of the men sleeping, covers thrown off in various directions, limbs tangled between sheets and when Dennis was not cuddled in between them, tangled in each other.

There were pictures of them stretching, stomachs poking out slightly from beneath loosing fitting old tee shirts. Photos of them kissing, taken from angles they wouldn't have noticed Dennis's leaning to get them in frame; pictures of coy smiles, quiet moments.

A couple of them in the shower, eyes closed as they washed, taken from behind the clear shower door and mostly obscured by fog. The pictures were snapped from the bathroom door that didn't shut quite right and would always be just ever so slightly cracked open.

Dennis was absolutely fucked if they ever discovered any of it. It took his enjoyment of them from beyond an infatuation into some sort of perverse obsession. Especially considering he had an entire folder linked to those for cum tributes.

How the hell Jack had even managed to get into his laptop was beyond him, he did in fact have a password on the thing. Someone had to have disabled it, unless he left it open somehow? No.

His password was Trinity's birthday, so it was possible Jack had just guessed it.

He wanted so, so badly to ask but he refused to bring it up again. The sex had been fucking fantastic, he'd dreamed about calling them his dads forever, even if it never happened again.

But to go further then that? Tell them he really did see them like father figures? That he enjoyed the attention they paid to him, how they practically raising him to be a good doctor and teaching him how to be a man like they were?

It was too much.

He couldn't bring it up, couldn't ask about the massive invasion of his privacy, because it would invite conversation.

He was a hypocrite after all.

Wasn't like they'd brought it up either. They hadn't changed how they acted around him at all, really. It was making him a little…

Antsy.

The men had clearly enjoyed it, if memory served him correctly. They had a tendency to take a leading hand in the matter of sex, so why would he, ever, be the one to bring this up again? He wasn't going to invite the conversation, but he really couldn't figure out why they were avoiding it. Unless they had seen something they couldn't process and didn't like and here trying to plan how to cut him loose.

His thoughts had been circulating like this constantly.

He kept coming back to it. What if they were about to leave him because they knew he was a creep?

He'd deserve it. Wouldn't stop the obsession, but it would fucking hurt.

They'd had sex, after that night. A couple quickies with Robby before work, once after Jack had gotten home and they had an hour free before Dennis needed to leave.

Nothing like that night though. No honorifics, no teasing. It was good, it was. But why hadn't they brought it up again?

At least… he could keep his collection some what private again. He wasn't going to stop, especially not if he felt like he was about to get left behind. He'd been kicking some of his odd habits a notch since he began to get concerned about then breaking things off with him.

His posting was near constant again, any moment he had free he was word vomiting things he observed about them, moments he had, things that crossed his mind, plans to nab a few other little tokens of the two, just in case he lost all access.

He was sick in the head, he knew it. It just… didn't matter. Cat was out of the bag now, so why bother with resisting the urges.

He'd taken a nearly empty bottle of beard oil that Robby used. Dennis adored the smell, he would spend hours pressing his nose into Robby's neck and inhaling if he could. He knew he acted like a dog trying to investigate something when presented the opportunity; his time spent pressing himself in and taking deep breaths as if he tried hard enough he could permanently embed the smell into his nose.

So he'd taken the little bottle with nearly nothing left. Robby wouldn't miss it.

He'd taken note of the deodorant they each used too. Same with their colognes, detergent, fabric softener, toothpaste, shampoo, body wash…. all of it.

He'd buy them eventually. He knew that he couldn't really afford it, not now any way; but he didn't really think he could take them without being caught and he wanted to always be able to know what they smelt like.

Plus, maybe he could switch to some of their brands for his body wash and deodorant if the price wasn't exorbitant, maybe Trinity would be willing to change their shared detergent. As for toothpaste, well that wasn't too bad, the brands were the same price from the one he used to the ones they used. Both Minty, but it just wasn't the same, not unless it was exact.

He'd probably have to try not to be hard constantly if he smelled like them all the time. It would take some serious mental effort. Even if he wasn't their boy anymore — if they were about it leave him at least he could still feel claimed, owned, close to them.

He desperately wanted that. To not have to be a man all his own anymore. To belong. To them, his Dad and Daddy.

He wanted them to care for him, spend his time as their boy, not have to always make decisions. Anything to be theirs.

He was so fucked now that they knew.

Well, they'd have probably realized sooner or later, but at least if it hadn't happened this way he'd know. He could prepare himself for the fallout he was anticipating.

They didn't have a day off together for another week, Dennis figured that must be when they planned to do it. To tell him it was all over.

In the meantime he'd been trying to satiate his anxiety. He was being clingy and he knew it.

When working with Robby he wanted to constantly be around him, if he couldn't be he'd try to watch Robby, at the very least he wanted to be aware of what the man was doing. He did just fine on cases, ever so eager to please, the attending wasn't serving as too horrible a distraction. It was the moments where every neuron wasn't firing to ensure another human being wasn't dying or suffering that he was consumed by Robby's presence.

When Robby was around Dennis could feel that he was leering. He tried not to be open about it, but Trinity had jabbed him in the ribs so many times today he knew he wasn't being subtle. Also that he'd have bruises on his ribcage later.

He just wanted to see. See how Robby's scrubs moved over his stomach, see how Robby pushed his sleeves up his arms, or pet the back of his head to sooth himself when he was nervous. He'd watch how Robby swayed back and forth as he thought or listened, tapped on the nurses station as he spoke with Dana, observed the near constant movement like he just couldn't settle.

It was hypnotic, how could anyone blame Dennis for how he adored the man's body and quirks.

When Jack would get on shift it was even better. He would watch how they interacted, their flow together. He'd watch the two men practically dance around each other, a beautiful flow of words and movement that truly showcased how well they knew each other.

It gave him filthy thoughts of how well they could handle each other. He wanted to watch their flow together until he croaked.

He found a heavy eroticism in getting to observe them; immensely grateful he could remember their movements in lonely moments, milking himself for all he was worth.

He got to really take a good look at Jack in these times too. The ripple of strong biceps under tight fitting scrubs. The wide stance he took when walking or standing still to better support his weight on his false leg. The coy smile Jack would take as he would flirt with others; patients, doctors, nurses, and staff alike.

It enthralled Dennis, for a long time he'd just been working to get Jack to talk to him like that at least once.

Now he had it, all of it. He wanted to soak everything in.

He would revel in their presence while he had it.

He tried to commit to memory the feeling of Robby's hands and back against his, as he guided the boy's movements through the withdrawal of an object embedded in warm flesh. He focused his mind, split between the task at hand and older man against him, on how his body lit up with a warm, enveloping feeling of "safe." He took instructions, teaching, from Robby like it was the highest value reward he could get. He drunk in the fleeting attention and obeyed, all for the golden bliss he would feel when praise hit his ears.

It happened less frequently with Jack. That was the nature of opposite shifts, but he still took in every moment he could. Every touch, every detail, every interaction. Anything he was privy two with either of the men was being studied.

He could write chapters upon chapters about their mannerisms, he was certain of it.

When he got to be at home with them, his obsessive behavior was so bad he was absolutely sure they could see it. Maybe it was just mercy that they didn't point it out.

He was practically attached to them at the hip, he wanted to be in the same room as them, touching them, talking to them, as much as was humanly possible.

He felt a little pathetic really, but their presence was the only real comfort he'd gotten from the constant feeling of impending doom hanging over his head.

When Jack and he were home together he'd spend the day sitting in the same room as Jack, pressed up against him if the seating would allow. In the living room he sat with his head in Jack's lap, paying attention to nothing but the feeling of Jack's thigh on his head, how the muscle would ripple as Jack adjusted. The gentle rise and fall of Jack's stomach that touched his head with each quiet breath.

He'd hover behind him at the kitchen table; arms draped over broad shoulders, nose just close enough to gray curls for the masculine scent of shampoo to linger once they had to part.

His favorite moments with Jack, by far, were when the man would enviably fall asleep and Dennis got the golden opportunity to just… be there.

He'd started to keep note as Jack would murmur in his sleep, reach out for Robby, Dennis, whoever was next to him, turn over, knock blankets off himself as he got too warm, stretch out, pull the blankets back up, and haul himself over.

Dennis could watch for hours.

He would sometimes.

Take a couple pictures, a cute video here and there.

He'd write about it. Sometimes it was "I'm so lucky I get to have this, he sleeps so sweetly. I love how cuddly he gets when he's just gotten home from work <3" other times it was, "I love it when my dad gets all sleepy. Makes me want to play with him, see if I can move him around without waking him up and bounce myself on him- wanna make him feel so good when he gets home from work :(("

Just posted to his personal blog, he was had barely updated his public blogs the entire week — which wasn't like him. He'd received a couple private messages on a couple forums he frequented, just to make sure he was alright.

He was busy he told them, that was his excuse. He'd get back to his usual scheduling eventually. He hoped so, he really did…

His time with Robby was something else.

He clung to Robby like a burr. He wanted to be touching him, smelling him, taking him in at every moment he could.

Sleeping? He hang on to that man like a backpack, or if Robby was facing him he'd practically throw himself over the man, pin him on his back and be nuzzled between chest and chin.

Cooking? He sat on the counter and watch wide eyed as Robby cut vegetables or used the stove; any moment Robby's hand was free he'd reach out to the man, indulging himself in the way Robby would reach back and hold his hand or walk toward to boy to kiss him on the head.

Watching TV? Dennis was stretched out with his feet propped on Robby's lap, gently being rubbed in a soothing fashion as Robby's casual gaze laid on the TV or his phone. Dennis's eyes never left Robby, the mans face or his calloused hands on Dennis's soft, sore feet.

Walking around? Dennis would want to follow and hold Robby's hand. His smaller hands gripping Robby's tightly, like a child scared to get lost.

He'd probably follow the men to watch them piss… or shower if he thought he could get away with it.

Robby was almost never this touchy either. Although Dennis really appreciated the reciprocation a large part of him wondered if Robby would miss him, miss this, miss the closeness of their skin melding together. Maybe that's why Robby was being so affectionate.

The week went by painfully and yet, oddly mercifully slowly. Dennis allowed himself indulgence, absolutely refusing to let himself consider for a second how their day off would go. He wouldn't think about how they'd tell him they were done, how they'd probably bring up the horrible things they'd seen and how they could barely look at him the same. How Trinity would probably have to pick him up a blubbering mess. Or worse how he might have to make the drive of shame to give them back the things he had stolen that they knew of. If they had seen it, or realized things were gone. They must have.

No, he wouldn't think about it. The anxiety was all consuming if he let that happen.

The peace ended with the gentle creek of their bedroom door opening and the sound of Jack sitting with a soft groan. He'd be sat on the chair they kept next to the door, lifting the prosthetic leg to cross over his other one as he worked it off. By now, Dennis knew Jack's routine to the second practically.

Although the room was pitch black, he knew what was happening. Dennis loved hearing Jack come home while he and Robby were still sleeping due to having the day off.

He heard the sound of clothing being shucked off, while he remained still allowing himself to listen and picture the on-goings in his mind. He tried to keep his breathing even, though he knew he took a small sharp inhale as he heard Jack's boxers hit the floor, followed by the sound of crutches moving as Jack stood to take himself to the bathroom.

He heard Jack get most of the way to the bed, then sit down on the side of it, leaning in to Dennis.

"I know you're up kiddo. Want to come shower with me?" Jack asked him, voice sounding frustratingly neutral. A low, cool tone that sent a shiver down Dennis's spine.

Dennis was quiet for a moment, before humming a small "mhm," and sliding himself free from the iron grip he had on Robby.

He took off after Jack, padding softly into the bathroom. The quiet of the house was quiet nice, interrupted only by the way Robby snored softly in the darkness of the bedroom. Jack motioned for Dennis to turn the water on as he sat himself on the shower chair. The flow of water was pointed away from them, Dennis knew he'd have to adjust it once the water was warm enough, they'd done this before.

Dennis drunk the sight of Jack stripped down and open. His legs were splayed open, residual limb swaying as Jack swayed his leg back and forth calmly. It was a gorgeous sight, one Dennis utterly in love with.

Jacks legs were strong and toned; muscled thighs leading to his meaty hips and ass. Jack's soft cock sat between his lazily spread legs, hanging underneath an assortment of mostly gray pubic hair intermixed with the occasional red that hadn't lost its color to age yet. Dennis's eyes traced up the other man's happy trail to his freckled pelvis and stomach. He felt himself begin to chub up as he stared at Jack's v-line. He eventually managed to pull his eyes away. Looking up, Jack's chest was large and freckled, not as hairy as Robby's, No where near — but it was gloriously plush. Large and soft pecs that ended up Dennis's favorite pillow.

"Dennis, You're staring at me." Jack's voice cut through the thought and Dennis blinked at him a couple times, surprised.

"Sorry, sorry. Just tired." He muttered, trying to play it off as he felt a warm flush rise to his cheeks, face going pink with embarrassment.

Jack hummed in response, glancing briefly at Dennis. "Move the water over to us and come kneel between my legs, please." It was a softly given instruction, one Dennis couldn't read the tone of. He'd never heard this calm sound of indifference from Jack. It was paired with a look that wasn't cold exactly, but was observant in a way that felt voyeuristic. He felt like Jack was looking through his ribcage, cracked open and waiting, heart fluttering in the open air. He tried not to meet the gaze of the brown eyes peering at him; the look lacked the usual sleepy warmth that Jack wore, something much more vulnerable in it's place.

Dennis swallowed and blinked down at him for a moment, hesitating to move as he felt the overwhelming ball of anxiety that had been growing in the pit of his stomach return in full force.

The boy moved the shower head, listening to the soft patter of water connecting to skin while he tried keep himself from trembling.

Dennis dropped easily between Jack's legs, shuddering at the feeling of warm water running down his back. He was silent, no quips, no compliments, he didn't even groan in mock agony as he felt his body resist the movement. No reaction at all; too focused on keeping himself grounded.

Now was not the time to have a panic attack.

"Den, what's going on with you?" Jack asked, hand going to run through the boy's soaked hair; he took his time massaging massaging the boy's scalp with soft movements as he was soaked by the downpour of warm water.

"Hm?" Dennis finally met his eyes, taking a moment to consider the question. He bit down gently on the tip of his tongue as he tried to find an answer.

Speaking felt like an impossibility, honesty in the speech he'd generate even more so.

"I don't know what you mean." Is what he settled on, finding himself unwilling to give anything away.

Jack sighed, a heavy sound as he gave a soft tug to the wet brown hair in his hand, fingers tangling through and pulling. The motion caused water that had accumulated in Dennis's hair to splash against the tile.

"Don't lie to me kid. You've been off. Is this about the laptop?" Jack asked, voice a little sharper, concern lacing through the stern but caring sound.

The anxiety building in his body was starting to boil, fear threatening to break through Dennis's tightly clenched muscles at the mention of the laptop. He couldn't help it as he felt his body physically recoiling away from Jack. A groan broke through his soft pink lips as his head was yanked roughly, making a blunt thud against Jack's thigh. Jack had pulled him in, counteracting the reaction of Dennis trying to get away.

The younger man let out a sharp yelp, them snapped his mouth shut remembering their sleeping partner a room over.

Dennis had gone bright red.

A sadistic smile slipped onto Jack's face, as he took in the reaction. He looked almost delighted and Dennis wished he could look down to see Jack's cock.

He knew the man had to be half hard just by the was he was looking at Dennis.

"Oh, so it was yeah? Come on Den, tell me."

Dennis shook his head as best he could, hissing as his hair was pulled further at the movement.

"Dennis." Jack's voice rang out, his words taking on a quiet warning.

Dennis, instead of answering made a sound close to a quiet growl, pushing his face into Jack's thigh.

It took a moment of consideration, but Dennis eventually chose to obey. What did he have to loose?

"Fine, yes." He muttered against the soft skin, trying to take in the feeling of the damp soft flesh pressed on his nose, eyes, cheeks, and lips. It was just a bonus his face being mushed against a meaty thigh was hiding his very embarrassed face.

Just in case, Dennis took a moment to really breathe in the feeling of Jack's body. He never wanted to forget how either of the men's skin felt against his. He'd treasure it while he had it.

Jack used his grip on the boy to maneuver him up, so that Dennis was held still on his knees with a straight spine, head pulled back to meet Jack's gaze.

"I want to know what's going on Dennis. Robby — sorry, your Daddy, thought it would be best to let you come to us. Clearly you're not going to, hm? Wanted to wait for Dad to come to you before you had a conversation like a big boy?"

Dennis let out a choked whimper at Jack's words, anxiety begging you melt into a pool of annoyance, frustration, and lust.

"You took my laptop and went through it without talking to me first!"

"Seems like both of us have been doing some privacy violations, huh?" Jack sounded down right mean, words pointed and sharp.

It took a small pause, but the hardness to his voice fell, and he blushed slightly. "I'm sorry I went through your computer Dennis. You've been acting like a puppy dog who thinks he's about to be left on the side of the road though, and I need to know why."

Jack gently loosened his grip of Dennis.

Dennis's eyes flickered down at the change of tone. He didn't miss the semi Jack was sporting as his eyes traveled. He felt his own cock twitch, having gotten hard from the harsh treatment.

"I uhm— I-I'm sorry." He swallowed, trying again desperately to find the words. "There's a lot… on there." Dennis gave a sharp inhale, "Are you going to leave me?" He asked, unsure if the feeling in his throat was him choking back a sob or moan as he felt Jack's grip on his hair tighten ever so slightly.

Jack had the audacity to laugh at that. The bright sound cutting through the otherwise suppressing feeling of the humid air that surround them. The pit in his stomach had returned in full force; he was worried he might vomit.

It was sending a sick pleasure down his straightedge spine, his cock filling more. He almost hoped Jack hadn't noticed.

"Not intending too. What I've seen I found… charming. Why, what's on there Den?"

Dennis felt the hand tighten once more in his hair, holding his skull in place, it sent a sharp pleasurable feeling mixed with the painful tugging. Dennis tried to suppress a whimper.

"Tell me." Jack had maintained his sadistic smile, eyes practically lighting up each time Dennis winced. It was thrilling to watch.

"Tell your dad what you've been doing hm? What have you been hiding from Daddy and I? What's so bad to have you all worked up like this kiddo?" Jack yanked his head back harshly, forcing the boy to rock in place.

Dennis was being pulled around by his hair like a puppet. At Jack's utter mercy, he felt his mind begin to slow. Dennis felt sluggish, forming words of even thoughts about what Jack was asking became more difficult each time he felt himself be maneuvered.

As he was pulled again he shuddered, a moan falling from between his pressed lips at the harsh words and violent sensation on his sensitive scalp.

Jack groaned, holding Dennis tightly. "Yeah? Come on boy, you want to act like a fucking creep, then I want to hear it from your filthy fucking mouth. What were you doing?"

Dennis felt his cock twitch, no doubt leaking precum that was being washed down the drain as he knelt on the smooth shower floor.

"Fuck, I'm sorry Dad-" He panted, giving Jack a watery eyed pleading look.

"I'm not going to ask again." Jack sounded much more stern this time, facing fall back to terrifyingly neutral.

Dennis missed the look of delight, he wanted desperately to see how far Jack could push his body, how much pain and torment he could take from Jack when he saw it.

He wanted to know the expressions Jack would hold while torturing him, wanted to map the details of his freckled face while suffering at his hands.

For a moment they were both silent, making tense eye contact.

"I have pictures?" Dennis spat out quickly, looking down and away anxiously, trying, and failing to pull his head down. "Of you and Robby-"

"Who?" Jack asked, taking his free hand to smack Dennis on the cheek. It wasn't a particularly hard slap, but it stung and surprised the boy none the less.

"What do you call him, that's not nice kiddo." Jack sounded deliciously disappointed, brows raising in mock anger.

"Sorry, I'm Sorry. Daddy— of you and Daddy." Dennis gasped, feeling himself twitch again and groaning.

This was terrifying. He felt trapped, he felt belittled, ashamed. He didn't want to share, though a small part of himself wanted to know what was next. Something within him was starting to give way, he could feel his will splintering.

Jack leaned in, dropping his voice to a lower but softer sound. A sweet low hum laced with a condescending yet sugary tone. "What pictures of us kiddo? Come on."

For the record, Dennis was not impressed by how well this was working on him. He was giving way far, far too easy to Jack. He would have to work on that.

"Fuck uhm, you- a-at work." He scrambled to get out. "And uhm from your social media, and um, um…"

"Awe, sweetheart. That's not all is it? Don't lie to me now, you're in enough trouble kid."

"God, god, um- I-" He stuttered, anxiety rushing making his stomach churn with a confusing rush of emotions, in a way the feeling was erotic.

He'd never felt quite so nervous, having to say out out loud. A deep, deeply seeded shame was gripping his pounding heart like a vice, every muscle in his body tense.

He felt any will he had to ignore Jack melting away. The part of him that clung so desperately to fear, trying to keep him safe was starting to snap completely. He felt a bit like a rabbit between a canine's sharp teeth. No longer kicking and fighting, just giving in, allowing himself to accept fate.

"You sleeping. After- after work. And you doing your morning routine." He managed to ramble out, face going a deep red color as he tried desperately to sink into himself. "You both in the shower." He got out quickly, eye's now trained to Jack's face looking for any form of reaction.

There was none, Jack was just nodding thoughtfully. "You're kind of a creep kid, you know that?"

Dennis nodded. "Y-yeah, Dad."

"Oh? Yeah, Yeah?" Jack mocked, pulling the boy's head in a bobbing motion, forcing him to nod.

Dennis gave a sweet sounding cry, arching to try and trust his hips as if fucking into nothing. His cocked bobbed between his thighs, smacking softly against the bottom of his stomach.

"That's all though, right? You wouldn't keep anything else for your Dad's, right?" Jack's voice was laced with false sympathy.

All Dennis could manage was a strained whimper.

"Your Daddy and I love that you're a little sick in the head, puppy." Jack muttered, in a way that sounded much more sincere. "But you're going to have to own up to it if you want to be a little pervert, yeah? Men own up to their behavior. You don't get to be ashamed of yourself. Tell me."

"Fuck, fuck Jack." Dennis groaned, hand digging in to his own plush thighs as he felt his cock drip, precum washed down the drain with the water still running warm against the two.

"I'm sorry?" Jack asked. "Watch your mouth." Jack's hands finally fell from his head, Dennis slumping to lean on Jack's thigh, a surprised small yelp leaving his mouth as the support left his head.

"Dad…" Dennis wined, pressing a couple kisses into Jack's thigh once he'd oriented himself. He nipped at the skin, looking up with a pleading look; met with a cruel chuckle.

"You want something? Ask for it."

Dennis was staring at Jack's cock now, red and pressed up against his lower stomach. "Dad can I please suck you off?" Dennis asked, wide eyed pleading gaze meeting Jack's.

Jack looked a little surprised, but nodded regardless. "Yeah kiddo, fuck- yeah." Jack pulled him in by a hand on the back of his neck, maneuvering Dennis's body to be closer. He grabbed the base of his cock and pressed it against Dennis' tongue, wet mouth open and waiting.

He pushed himself in, hands holding the sides of Dennis's head as he urged the boy down on his cock. Dennis closed his lips around the man, but otherwise just tried to go slack jawed and pliable. If the hold Jack had on his head said anything, it was best to let it happen. Dennis didn't try to move, just allowed his head to be used.

He relaxed as best he could, swallowing around Jack's cock as it was pushed past the back of his mouth down his throat. Jack was pulling his head towards his pelvis, pressure not letting up until Dennis's lips were wrapped around his base and his nose pressed against curly hair.

Dennis took a deep inhale through his nose, the musky smell of sweat still clung to damp skin and the slightly salty taste of Jack overwhelming his senses.

His throat was being stretched, which wasn't helping his problem with focusing. He felt a little dumb wrapped around his Dad's cock.

Dennis tried and failed not to sputter and choke, still not used to taking all of him. Jack held him there until Dennis had tears welling in his eyes, loud desperate attempts to gasp for air through his nose and drool escaping the sides of his lips going ignored.

Finally, as Dennis was beginning to go red with the effort and lack of oxygen Jack yanked his head off, allowing for the boy to gasp for air.

"Now, sweetheart, what else were you doing?"

Dennis mewled at the question, any resistance he had left was utterly gone. He took a few more moments to catch his breath.

"Writing! — writing about you and Daddy. Writing about how badly I wanted you and Daddy and how pretty you were and writing down everything about you I'd noticed…"

Jack forced his cock back into Dennis's mouth.

"Such a filthy puppy huh? Keeping track of your Daddy and I. That's so wrong, obsessive over your Dad like that, don't you think?"

Dennis moaned around Jack's cock, fighting off the desperate need to gag once Jack's cock once again hit the back of his throat.

He failed pretty miserably, sputtering and having to suppress violent coughing.

"That's not all of it though is it? Come on boy, you gonna tell your Dad what you've stolen? You already know I saw it. What have you been stealing from your Daddy and your Dad?"

Jack didn't actually let him off to answer, forcing Dennis' to continue bobbing his head up and down Jack's length. The boy wrapped around him was giving gorgeous whimpers trying to answer, though it was a possibly he was just lost in sensation.

The feeling of the warm mouth allowing Jack to use him was illiciting soft moan's from Jack. "Fuck, boy. You take my cock so well- God, I couldn't ever get rid of you. Even if you are gross. You are, aren't you? Fucking stealing your Dad's boxers so you can huff them and cum? Right? Same with Daddy?"

Jack was beginning to pant now. "You think I didn't see you stuffing my boxers in to your backpack kiddo? You think your Dad didn't notice his beard oil just magically go missing mousey? You want to smell like us so badly all you had to do was ask."

"See, mouse, I think you wanted this. I think you wanted your Dad or I to fuck a confession out of you."

Dennis was gagging more violently now, sputtering, desperate to swallow around Jack and keep from inhaling the spit that was accumulating in his mouth and dribbling down his lips and chin to be washed away.

Suddenly Dennis was pulled off again, mind having gone numb and foggy with the rough treatment. He took in needy gulps of air as he tried to reorient himself.

"Tell me what you are kiddo."

"Yours?" Dennis asked, a breathy and fast sound as he tried to catch his breath.

"My what?" Jack asked, hand wrapping around the soaked hair at the back of Dennis's neck and pulling roughly without any real aim.

"Your- um… Your pervert… Dad?" Dennis sounded small, timid, unsure. His baby blue eyes peering up at Jack for some kind of confirmation, almost begging for praise or some assurance that was the right answer.

Jack groaned, foot moving to press between Dennis's legs. He slid it as best he could under Dennis's crotch, so the boy's leaking cock made contact with his calf.

"You want to act like a disgusting dog? You wanna be a little creep and take pictures of your Daddy and I without asking? You wanna be a little thief? Then I'm going to treat you like a mutt. Hows that?" Jack said, stern but the question underneath still ringing clear in the look his gave the boy and how he scratched his head gently waiting for a response.

"Fuck, fuck-fuck.." Dennis moaned, mindlessly babbling as he tried in vain to process what was being said to him.

It took him a moment to come to his sense, eventually giving a gasped plea "Dad, yes. Yes, yes please. I want to be your mutt-"

Jack let a small pleasured groan escape at that, and moved his foot slightly to try and encourage the boy to grind his hips.

Dennis moved his hands to grasp Jack's hips tightly, nails digging in to tender flesh as he began to rut his sensitive, needy cock against his Dad's leg. Leaning his head in, Dennis opened his mouth and gave a pleading look, wanting Jack's cock back in his mouth.

Jack let out a low moan at the sight. "You want your Dad to fuck your mouth more boy? You think you've been good enough recently to cum with your dad's cock down your throat? I don't know kid, might have to ask your Daddy when he's up what he thinks."

"What? nonono- Dad, please!" Dennis cried, though he was unsure if in his sensitive, cock drunk stupor if actual tears were falling. He rut his hips harder against the man's leg, feeling his cock drool precum that he spread on the man's leg with each up and down drag of his cock.

"You look so pathetic like that, all needy and desperate." Jack spat. "Alright sweetheart, you want my cock I want you to tell me something." Jack said, hands running through Dennis's hair and holding on to the back of his head once more keeping the boy in place.

Dennis looked up with big watery eyes, "anything Dad-" He whimpered, head too full of desire to think further.

"What do you do with the pictures you take?" Dennis knew Jack was well aware of what he was doing with them. It was obvious. He couldn't be bothered to point that out.

"I- nh jerk off to them Dad. I make cum tributes to you and Daddy, fuck —fuck- I milk myself until I can't anymore- Dad!"

Dennis's voice broke off in to a sharp moan at the last word, loud and laced with beautiful desperation.

It was a miracle Robby wasn't knocking the damn door down telling them to quiet down.

"Uh-oh Kiddo, you feeling funny? You close? Gonna let go for me? Say ah, boy. Don't cum, not yet." Jack instructed, pressing his cock between willing lips once more.

As soon as Dennis's breath was suppressed by the cock down his throat he was cumming, thick ropes coating Jack's leg as he sobbed with pleasure at the release. Permission not even a thought in his foggy mind as he kept his hips moving through the after shocks of his orgasm that had his body trembling.

Jack let out a long, low moan at the sight, feeling himself leak down Dennis's throat. He was close, forcing the boy's head to move up and down his sensitive length.

"Fuck, good boy Den, good job kiddo. Gonna let me cum in your mouth? Gonna swallow me down boy?"Jack's words came out disjointed, intermixed with panting moans as he tried to keep composure surrounded by Dennis's warm, inviting mouth and throat.

It didn't take much before he was spilling down the gagging boy's throat, after shocks making Jack's thighs tremble beneath Dennis's tight grip. Dennis sputtered, or tried to, as Jack came, forced to swallow down

Jack gently pulled Dennis off, the boy having gone mostly glassy eyed and slack in his hands, just mewling softly as he panted.

Jack sat quietly with the man, waiting for him to come back to reality. Gently scratching through wet hair, letting Dennis slowly blink himself back to reality. When Dennis was sitting back on his own merit again, Jack put some shampoo on his hands and began to scrunch it in the younger mans hair, massaging his scalp as he did so.

Dennis gave a pleased groan at the sensation of fingers in his hair. He felt spent. He could tell his scalp would ache from the rough treatment tomorrow, the massage gave a nice and relaxing ease to the soreness.

"Den…" Jack quietly urged, getting Dennis to sheepishly gaze up at him. The softness in Jacks voice brought back a small wave of anxiety.

"Robby and I don't have an issue with the fact you're a little… y'know. Fucked up."

Dennis groaned, sounding a little like an irritated puppy. The tips of his ears going a shade darker then the pink that already encompassed the span of his warm skin.

He didn't try to argue, or respond really— for that matter. He gave Jack a sleepy glance and lent into the hands rubbing softly oh his tender scalp.

"I mean it kiddo. It's good for us. We find it hot too, if you ask Robby he'd say the same."

Dennis gave a curt nod, not trusting his voice. The reassurance made something well up inside him he didn't recognize. He felt himself begin to tear up.

He'd probably prefer the degradation, come to think of it. Being wanted was lovely but he had no idea how to take it.

They finished showering, returning to the bedroom once they were both adequately dry.

Dennis curled up into bed, pressing his body against Robby's- who was, somehow, still dead asleep.

Dennis wondered briefly how the man slept like a rock, even after years of on call work and early shifts.

Jack joined in beside him, sandwitching him between the two.

"We'll discuss more in the morning, yeah?" Jack said, pressing a chaste kiss to the back of Dennis's head.