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Dennis did some indie adult videos to help get him through med school. It's something in his past that he has long since forgotten; Until less than two weeks into his first rotation at the PTMC when Robby off-handedly tells Whitaker that he "looks familiar". Spiraling ensues.
This work is my SocMed AU that I am transferring over from Twitter. The chapters are by the day to keep things less confusing, so there's going to be A LOT of chapters but most will be short! Heavier written parts come later :)
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Dennis Whitaker is almost done with his residency at PTMC. He’s matched, he’s on nights with Dr. Abbot, and he’s finally—supposedly—over his crush on Dr. Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch.
Then Robby and Abbot get punished, shifts are swapped, and suddenly Dennis is back to work under his former mentor.
Old feelings don’t stay buried for long. Especially when it turns out Robby isn’t nearly as unaffected as Dennis thought...
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Because that’s how Robby feels. Like Whitaker’s about to take his king.
Fuck, take his bishop, he thinks, glancing in those blue eyes. My queen, my knights, all the king’s horses and all the king’s men, because nothing could put him back together again.
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Dennis might get reprimanded afterwards, but for now Robby knew when to pick his battles. So, Dennis ignores the small shiver traveling over his back at hearing those words and concentrates instead.
“I’ll assist,” Robby says quietly, already reaching for the light. “Tell me what you need.”
Dennis exhales, just a fraction. You, I just need you. “Retract. Steady.”
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“Do you actually have a place to live?”
Dennis has never been a good liar, and Jack Abbot’s unrelenting stare might as well be a polygraph test.
“I’m currently between places,” he admits.
Abbot works his jaw, head tilting to the side as he continues to assess Dennis like he’s a patient in his ED.
“Do you own a car?” He asks, his voice sounding softer to Dennis but maybe it's just dampened by the sound of his own pulse in his ears.
“Not at the moment, no, I’m actually-”
“Between cars?” Abbot finishes for him.
Shame pushes Dennis’s head down. “Yeah, something like that.”
Abbot continues to stare at him -does this guy ever blink?- before he sighs and shakes his head.
"Alright, pack your shit," He orders, clearly having heard enough.
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Jack discovers Dennis instead of Trinity. Behind closed doors, neither of them is really holding it together, and an unlikely support system is formed.
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“You know, you rode that horse better than anyone I've ever seen before,” Dennis said while glancing up at Jack's quickly bruising face. He must've caught his cheek too on the fence and it made Dennis wince a little inside when looking over it.
“Yeah?” Jack mumbled back, turning his head a little to the side to try and look at Dennis despite the neck brace. Even now, he tried to give him a smile. “I was…hoping you'd be watching.”
Dennis raised his eyebrows. “Me? Why?” Dennis asked, surprise spread all across his face. He leaned forward a little bit to hear Jack if he continued to speak, and blinked at him a few times.
Jack kept his crooked smile and gave his best wink as possible. “That's a secret.”
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Or, Dennis Whitaker is a paramedic in Broken Bow, Nebraska who ends up taking care of his sexy bronco-riding rancher neighbor, Jack Abbot, after he gets into a rodeo accident. What ensues is a lot of sweat, tears and laughter, and learning that love isn't a sin. -
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“I haven’t really been to a wedding where I’ve, uh… let loose. But, hey,” Dennis shrugged, “maybe I’m doing it wrong.”
“If I hadn’t already agreed to go to this conference, I’d offer to go with you,” Robby said casually. “Show you how it’s done. I’ve got a good track record as a plus-one, too.” Dennis had to say something. To interrupt. To shut this down. But what was he supposed to say? No, you can’t be my plus one, because I lied about my cousin, and there is no wedding, and it seems a little weird to bring a date to a fucking funeral– “Apparently parents love it when you bring home a doctor.”
And just like that, the bubble popped.
“I’m not gay,” Dennis snapped.
He had never hated the sound of his own voice as much as he did right then.
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Or, Dennis is anxiously headed home for a "wedding" in Broken Bow, Nebraska, the details of which are increasingly fuzzy. Robby's got a medical conference in Omaha that same weekend. So they carpool. Seventeen hours both ways in an enclosed space with no way out except a tuck and roll. This'll go great.