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Shift rotation was finally here. Robby knew he was finally geting a break when the nighttime staff arrived, punching in and changing into their PPE. He caught Abbott's familiar gaze as he strode up to the nurse's station, smiling, to say goodbye to Dana before she took off for the evening. Med counts were almost done, narcotics always takes a while to count since extra precautions had been taken a few months back. Charts were handed off, good mornings and goodnights were exchanged, keys rattled. It was time to finally go home.
Except... Robby sighed. He was expecting Dennis to come find him any moment now. He'd been carefully avoiding him all afternoon, lest he make a mistake and everyone found out why he'd really changed his shirt after disappearing with him. It's not that he didnt want him. To talk to him, to touch him, to be buried in him... but he was his boss, and if anyone in this hospital even had time to obssess over a staff coupling, it should be anyone else, not himself and a student. Robby waved goodbye to the night staff and headed off toward the parking garage, keys in hand. He still hadn't seen Dennis. Maybe he wouldn't come, he thought.
He'd probably gotten what he wanted, a one night stand with his boss in a private area at work. That's what the younger ones crave anyway, right? A dramatic gesture leading to a sexy encounter with someone more experienced than them, just to see what it's like and get the idea out of their head? He will probably spend less time trying to get Robby's attention and more time turning beds.
Yet, longing for Dennis made his stomach turn inside him and tighten painfully at the thought of never touching him that way again. Should he wait by his car for him? He thought he'd made his intentions clear.
He was about to take the rattling elevator up to the 4th floor of the garage when he heard a sigh coming from behind him. Dennis was standing by one of the bus signs, looking confused and upset.
"I... was wondering when you were going to come looking for me," Robby said, testing the energy. He seemed a bit lost. "Trinity leave you behind?" Dennis turned to look at him.
"N-no, I told her to go on because she wanted to go to the grocery store, but I left my bus pass in my other pants." Oh, no. He's completely alone.
"B-but don't worry, everything's cool, I was about to text her and let her know I was still here. Or I can just walk, it's only 9 blocks from here." Robby shook his head as he said this, twirling his keyfob in his hand.
"Come on, I'll give you a ride." Was he waiting for him to notice he was still here? Did Santos really need to go to the store?
"Really, it's no big deal. I don't want to put you out..." There was so much unsaid here, Robby thought. He didn't think they needed to talk about what happened in the closet earlier, but if Dennis brought it up he wouldn't shy away from it. He definitely wanted to get him alone, away from work, wanted him to approach after their shift was over. He just didn't quite know yet if Dennis wanted the same thing.
"I'm afraid I have to insist. My place is on the way. I don't know about you, but I need a bourbon after today." Dennis opened his mouth as if he were about to argue again, but closed it and followed Robby into the loud elevator.
When they got to his car, a black Toyota CH-R, he briskly walked to the passenger side door and tossed a few empty coffee cups in the backseat.
"Need to load up on caffeine before coming in sometimes," he said, unnecessarily, before leaving the door open for Dennis and walking around to the driver's side.
When they reached the road, he noticed Dennis had his arms crossed. He looked cold. Robby turned the passenger side knob to 70 degrees, hoping it helped.
"Nice car," Dennis commented, running a finger around the edge of the touch screen radio.
"Thanks. It's, uh, a 2021. First brand new car I've ever had." He fumbled around for something else to say, but fell short.
"Definitely nicer than mine," Dennis cracked a half smile. He didn't have a car. Robby used to feel very sorry for his shortcomings. They weren't his fault. However, he was rooming with Trinity now and they were making it work. He worked twice as hard as most med students and one day it would pay off in a big, big way. He took the familiar ramp toward the interstate and looked out the corner of his eye at Dennis. He was watching the road, and appeared to be relaxed at first glance but then he realized he was sitting very, very still.
In the dark car, on a dark highway, Robby let himself think about what they did in the closet. Dennis, naked from the waist down, his fingers clutching at his shirt, his pale stomach heaving with the throes of his big finish. His warm neck and how his breath caught when he bit into him. He could still taste him.
Robby shifted uncomfortably in the car, flipping the turn signal to exit off the highway. He was grateful for the darkness and black scrub pants that hid his half erection. He wondered if Dennis was thinking about it as well. Sneaking another peak at him, he noticed he had shifted partially away from Robby, knees closed tightly and faced the door. He was leaning over and resting his chin in his hand.
When they finally got to Robby's neighborhood, Dennis sat up, gazing around at the houses and nice apartment buildings. He realized he was actually a little bit nervous for him to see his apartment. He didn't remember the last time he'd cleaned. It shouldn't be a mess, maybe there were papers all over the desk in his office, one or two empty beer bottles on the coffee table, etc. Robby wasn't a slob, but keeping things tidy wasn't his top priority. Sometimes, he'd walk into his place after finishing a shift and barely had time to lock the door behind him before he crashed into the couch, not even bothering to make it to the bed. The bed. Did he want Dennis to see his bedroom? Share his bed with him? He definitely wanted something to come out of tonight, but at this point, going off the energy in this car, he did not know what.
"Let me guess. Top floor apartment, bachelor pad?" Dennis' question roused Robby from his thoughts. He chuckled.
"I think you'll find it a little cozier than that. I'm kind of... old fashioned. Plus, I did think about starting a family, once upon a time." Dennis stiffened slightly. "So I have a lot of space," he added, then amended quickly, "That was a long time ago."
After pulling up to the building, they got out of the car and waited for the beep that signified the lock was engaged, and Robby gestured to one of the ground floor apartment's front doors.
"Being old and having been here longer than anyone does have its perks, though. I live on the ground floor."
"You're not that old." Dennis commented, as if he barely heard his acknowledgement of their age gap.
Robby shrugged, a bewildered smile crossing his face as he flipped through his keys and unlocked the door. He walked in and tossed his jacket on the recliner, then braced his hands on his lower back and stretched. He was about to pour himself a glass of whiskey when he caught Dennis standing in the threshold, door still wide open. He tapped his shoes against one another and looked around the living room.
It was just a normal living room, he thought, maybe a little indignant. Recliner, couch, loveseat all in a U-shape. 60 inch flat-screen, photos on the walls. Fleece and cotton blankets draped over an antique blanket rack. Cherry wood finish coffee table. It seemed normal to him, familiar and comfortable. But he guessed Dennis felt like he was in the home of his superior, invited under the guise of having a drink like they were old friends.
"You can come in, you know. I don't bite." Dennis opened his mouth to say something with a snarky expression, but thought better of it and closed the door behind him. Well, that's not what you implied earlier, he might've said. He probably imagined the look on his face. He stood awkwardly next to the couch, hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels. He still looked around the room like a deer caught in headlights, clearly not sure what to do. Robby walked around the couch to his dining room, where a bar cart on wheels stood next to the dining table and pulled the top off a bottle of Pendleton. He held up a clean whiskey glass and poured the amber liquid, then took a long sip. When he looked up, Dennis was staring at him, his throat bobbing.
"Want one?"
"No, I'm okay. I'd prefer to stay sober." He still stood by the couch, but he'd relaxed a bit at least, standing at a comfortable angle rather than stick straight. His arms were crossed, elbow resting on the hip that was leaning slightly to the side.
"All right, so let's talk, then." Robby walked back to the living room and sat on the side of the couch next to the armrest, gesturing around the room for Dennis to sit wherever he liked. He hesitated for a moment, then obliged, picking the loveseat, sitting on the side closest to him.
"You don't want to be here," Robby observed, feeling self conscious for making it seem like he made him come over.
"I never said that. Your place is nice." Dennis clasped his hands together and put them between his knees, locking his elbows to stretch his upper arms. "I just didn't think you'd invite me here."
"Did I imply that I didn't want you to seek me out after work today?"
"No. Maybe, I don't know. You're not like anyone I've met before. You're hard to read so, I wasn't sure I was going to. I didn't want to seem desperate."
"Ditto," Robby admitted. He took another sip of his whiskey. "It's not like I'm not... interested in you. Everything happened so fast today, and I needed something. Anything. I felt like you needed it, too. Confirmation, or something. I've had the urge for a long time to get you alone somewhere." He pinched the bridge of his nose for a second. "I left you in pretty rough shape, yeah?"
"Well, yeah. You did. I thought maybe you got off on it or something, leaving me to sit with what I started. Then I'd come looking for you after rotation, and you'd be gone, or say no and then laugh. I'm still not sure if what happened was a dream. I don't like looking stupid."
"Or desperate," Robby added. Dennis looked down at his hands.
"Yeah."
He had to cheer this kid up. He'd spent all day thinking Robby wasn't going to be into this, into him. Thinking the entire time it was just to relieve stress and the whole thing was laughable to him. He did get off on leaving him to clean up his little mess, but he never wanted him to feel like this. He sat his whiskey on the table and leaned closer to Dennis, putting a hand on his chin to tilt his head and look into his eyes.
"Do you remember being pushed against the wall?"
Dennis swallowed, Robby could feel it going down through the hand on his chin.
"Yes."
"Do you remember me kissing your neck?"
"Yes." Robby dropped his voice to a low, husky sound.
"Do you remember me making you feel so fucking good you said 'don't stop' and made a mess all over my shirt?"
Dennis' voice was hardly more than a whisper when he said "yes" again.
"Well, if we remember the same thing, then it must not have been a dream, yeah?" Dennis nodded, and flushed bright red. Abruptly he made an attempt to hide himself by crossing his legs, but Robby held one of his knees back.
"No, let me see." Gently, he pushed his legs open to see the evidence of their conversation tenting the front of his pants.
"Fuck, is it always this easy to get you going, kid?"
"Fuck you."
That was his undoing. He held Dennis' face and kissed him. Dennis put his hands on Robby's waist, pulling him closer. He dropped to his knees at once and hiked Dennis' legs around his middle. Sure of himself this time, Dennis pushed the hem of Robby's shirt up, only stopping the kiss to pull it over his head. He let go of Robby to pull his own shirt off, tossing it on the couch next to them. Robby stopped kissing his lips to wander down his jaw, his neck, and stop at his sternum, pressing a kiss right on the bone. It was warm, his pale skin flushed with an inviting shade of pink.
"Am I paying you back?" Dennis' voice was low, spoken between breaths.
Robby stopped circling his tongue around his nipple.
"What?"
"For... for earlier," Dennis said. "Do you want me to return the favor?"
"And a hell of a lot more."
Robby opened the drawer to the coffee table behind him and pulled out a familiar tube, already partially slick from previous use, and a sleeve of condoms. He didn't bother tearing one off just yet, but he knew they'd get to that point eventually. He set them both on the table and raised his eyebrows pointedly at Dennis, looking for any indication that he didnt want this to go any further. Dennis instead held out his hand for Robby and pulled him on to the loveseat next to him, pressed a kiss to the spot below his ear.
Dennis' fingers, slightly trembling, pulled at the waistband of Robby's pants. Robby helped him pull them off, and his full erection was free. Making Dennis blush was the highlight of his day, his year. He put a hand around it and pumped himself once.
"What's the next step, kid?" Robby prompted him like they were back at the ER, half-expecting him to start rattling off vitals and 10ccs of this or that. But Dennis only sat next to him for a moment, then slid off the couch and positioned himself between Robby's knees.
"Before this happens, I just need you to know, I-I've never..." Robby threw his head back and laughed. Not at him, never at him, but at this bizarre situation.
"Don't worry," he said around his chuckling. "I'll let you know what feels good."
Dennis replaced Robby's hand on his cock and gave it a small, timid stroke. His hand was warm and felt good around him. He'd be fine.
He let his head fall back against the couch as Dennis put his mouth over the tip, let his tongue swipe away a bead of pre that had begun to leak from him.
"Use your tongue more," he instructed him. Dennis immediately obliged, taking more of him into his mouth and running his tongue over the length of him.
"Close your mouth around it."
The cold air that was piercing the skin of his now-wet cock ceased as Dennis did as asked, taking him deeper. He wanted to be in control so badly. He wanted to touch the back of his throat, to fuck his wet mouth until he cried but he reined it in. Letting Dennis explore his cock with his mouth was just as hot as his imagination.
As his mouth moved up and down, sucking and licking, he began stroking with his hand at the base in time with his lips. Robby was almost undone. He placed his hand, almost involuntarily on Dennis' head and pulled up a fistful of hair, used his other hand to grip the edge of the couch, knuckles turning white. He was going to do it. He was going to cum down his throat. He didnt want this yet. He had to stop or he would burst. He wanted to be inside of him first. Wanted to know what it was like with him.
"Enough," he gritted out through his teeth. "That's enough, kid."
Dennis halted, and pulled his mouth slowly, wetly off of him and wiped his chin.
"W-was that..."
"Hard to believe you've never done that before," Robby panted.
"Did you want to fuck me first?" Dennis asked, eyeing the lube and condoms on the coffee table.
He was fucked. So completely, royally fucked.
"Come here, take your pants off." Dennis did as asked once again, sending a wave of heat through Robby's body at how quickly he followed his direction. That would be important for next time.
He held out Dennis' hand, palm up and squirted some of the lube on the tips of his fingers.
"You need to make yourself wet, or it might be painful. Spread this around, slip a finger or two inside yourself to make sure it's extra slick. I dont want to feel any dry friction. I'll know if you didn't do it right."
"Yes, sir." As Dennis followed his task, Robby leaned forward to tear one of the condoms off the sleeve. He had just began to tear the foil in half when Dennis said, "Oh, that's not really necessary."
"You don't think protection is necessary?"
"I-I mean, you can if you want, you'd be protecting yourself from nothing." At Robby's confused expression, he explained, "I poked myself with a .22 pulling it out of the package about 3 weeks ago. I'm a bit of a paranoid person, so I got tested just in case. Everything's good. I can pull up the record on my phone if you need to see it." When he finished, he looked proud of himself, maybe even a bit devilish. Robby tossed the half-opened condom back on the table and leaned over Dennis, bracing his hands on either side of him.
"Thank god you are such a fucking klutz."
He leaned back, putting his head on the armrest and pulled Dennis with him by the waist. He straddled Robby, hands on his shoulders while Robby's hands guided him by the hips to position him over his aching cock.
"Lower on to it. Go as slow as you need. Then, ride it."
Dennis swallowed a gulp of air. Fingers gripping Robby's shoulders tightly, he began to lower himself.
Fuck, he was as slick and tight as he needed him to be. He'd taken little more than the tip by this point, eyes squeezed shut, teeth gritted.
"Good?"
"Good."
"More?"
"Yes, sir." He sank further. Robby gripped Dennis' hips so tightly he thought he might leave bruises. Dennis' fingernails began to dig into his shoulders. This was ecstasy. He watched cock slowly disappear as Dennis took more and more of it. Robby's eyes rolled back.
"Jesus fucking christ, kid. You're doing so good."
"I wanted this so bad," Dennis said through ragged breaths.
"For so long."
"You got it, then." He was at the base. Fully seated, breathing hard and wet. He was so completely full of him it took great restraint to not bust then and there.
"Still good?"
"Fuck, yes it's good."
Robby guided his hips back and forth, slowly at first, then Dennis picked up the pace, to the point where he stopped guiding him and just held on. He wanted a full ride. Robby would grant him one. Whatever he wanted. A choked moan escaped his lips.
"Oh, my god, Whitaker, you want it so bad, don't you? Not even going to take your time?" Robby exclaimed as he felt release building inside of him. He was hot and wet and perfect. He let go of Dennis, reached down with one hand and began to stroke him while he continued moving atop him. He didn't know who would last longer. Robby, buried deep inside of him while the lube made delicious sounding friction, or Dennis, getting it from both sides for the first time.
Robby let loose a long, guttural moan from deep in his throat. He was close, he felt his other hand leave Dennis' hip and roam over the couch, looking for any sort of purchase. He settled on Dennis' knee and gripped it hard, his other hand never stopping his rhythm. He gave a twitch.
"I'm almost there, you might want to-"
"No, I want it!" Dennis interrupted him, throwing his request to the ceiling as he threw his head back, mouth open, taking everything Robby had and not stopping.
He just needed to hear him say it. Stars burst behind his eyes as he felt himself spill into him. It leaked from him, dripping down the two of them and making them more slippery. Dennis slowed down into a slower, more sensual pace as he rode Robby through his orgasm. Robby never stopped his rhythmic stroking on Dennis before he too was gasping for air and spilling his own load all over Robby's bare chest, just like he had earlier that day. He tightened uncontrollably around Robby's still-twitching cock, which made him suck in air through his teeth at the feeling. When it was over, Dennis' hands relaxed, nails no longer embedding into his skin.
"Fuck. Oh, my god," Dennis said quietly. He slumped forward, too exhausted by the effort to even unimpale himself from Robby, who laughed.
"Takes a lot out of you, huh?"
"Your couch is a disaster."
"It definitely is."
Carefully, gently, he leaned up to wrap his arms around Dennis and slowly, so slowly lifted him off, careful to go as slow as he needed and tried not to fixate on the feeling that passed through him. More friction, definitely not what was needed. He pulled Dennis to his chest and kissed him.
"Let's go clean you up."