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Dennis Whitaker had learned about Dr Frank Langdon’s return to the ED like the majority of the other staff on the late shift, by a loud groan and an even louder “Fuck!” from Doctor Robinavich.

The story of Langdon’s sudden departure from the emergency room on the day of the Pittfest shooting had been an intense subject of conversation in the months following. When he left during the middle of his shift it had been assumed that it was a family matter, then when he somehow reappeared during the mass casualty and failed to show for the next day, it was announced that Langdon would be taking a leave of absence due to personal matters.

Perlah and Princess had almost immediately started sniffing around for gossip, and after a month Whitaker had heard at least a dozen stories of why Langdon had left.

Of course by this point he knew the real reason. Drugs. He didn’t know all of the details but Santos had let it slip one night after a particularly gruesome shift in the Pitt.

- 9 months earlier -

“I will never understand the appeal of taking a bunch of pills that’ll just make you forget the reason you went out in the first place.” She’d said as they entered her apartment.

Kicking off his shoes behind her, a habit he’d kept from his time at the farm in Nebraska, Dennis only shrugged.

“I guess some people need to feel something other than reality.”

Trintiy turned to look at him as if he’d grown a second head while she’d been heading to the kitchen.

“I know that you’re all peace and love Huckleberry, but seriously? You of all people should get this. Two of them died on your watch. How can it not get to you?”

That was the real kicker. It had gotten to him. Every loss got to him. The people that he lost seemed to hold a place in his heart and his mind, and every night he went to sleep they came out and asked him why he couldn’t help them when they needed him.

“It does get to me Trinity, of course it does, but that’s doesn’t mean that I don’t understand them. People make fucked up choices all the time, and for some of them it’s the only choice.” He didn’t want this to turn into an argument, not after only living in her spare room for a month, but at the same time he knew that there was some reason for what she was saying.

“No it’s not, it’s not the only choice, because the other choice of getting help is right there. They all made the choice to get into that car fucked up on coke and it ended their lives. And it ended a kid’s life.” Trinity paused as she reached for the coffee pot, then moved to the refrigerator and grabbed a can of the cherry coke she kept for rough days. She didn’t offer him one.

The child she mentioned had been fourteen, heading home from a late night study session. He’d come in with four broken ribs and a punctured lung. Even with Santos, Abbot, and McKay, there’d been nothing that could have been done to save him.

“It’s one thing to get a little high at home, but to put yourself in a position to hurt someone else, without even thinking about what you could do and the pain you could cause. Look at Langdon!” As soon as the words came out of her mouth her hand came up to cover it.

Dennis looked at her carefully, considering what she’d said and what he remembered from their first day at PTMC. “He was high? That’s why he left isn’t it?”

He moved to the couch and placed his bag down. He quickly ran through his memories of Langdon. He had never seemed like he was high, but even as a med student he knew that different meds produced different results.

Trinity took a gulp of her can before walking towards the chair in the corner of the room. She was fiddling with the tab and couldn’t seem to meet his eyes.

“I shouldn’t have said anything. I can’t say anything. If Robby found out I’d talked about it I’d probably be fired. Garcia already thinks I’m trouble.”

“Then we don’t have to talk about it. I won’t say anything. I’m good at keeping a secret.”

That got her to meet his eyes.

“No offence Huckleberry but with the whole doe-eyed and innocent look I wouldn’t peg you as the secret keeper.”

“I kept quiet about liking guys until my second year of med school so I have that going for me.”

Much like Trinity had done only minutes ago, Dennis’s hand came up to cover his mouth. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of being gay, he just didn’t think it was something worth telling everyone he met.

Trinity only chuckled.

“Well my gaydar needs an upgrade because I didn’t even suspect. Welcome to the club. Now, Robby or Abbott, which one is hotter?”

—

In the time since that conversation Whitaker had finished his trauma rotation, graduated med school, came back to PTMC as an intern, and settled on an answer for the question. Definitely Robby. While Dr Abbot was hot, in that smouldering daddy way, Robby was that calm in the storm sort of hot, even if he did have his moments of anger or sadness.

One of those moments was when the ED found out that Langdon was back the next day. Dennis was just finishing his stitches on a woman’s leg. Apparently a bike ride and a conversation about college admissions didn’t mix. Just as he cut the last stitch he heard the unmistakable sound of Michael Robinavich letting out the anger he’d been building up for several months.

“Is everything ok out there?” The woman, April, asked.

“I’m sure it’s fine, probably just a patient finding out they’re gonna have to stay the night.”

April looked at him like she knew he was lying. “Is that going to be what I sound like?”

It took a second for Dennis to realise the question. “Oh no you are almost good to go, I’ll just need to get your discharge paperwork and get an attending to sign off. That IV has about ten minutes left in it so I’ll find my boss now and we’ll be back for that.” He said as he stood up and pushed the stool to the side of the room. Unfortunately he knew that Abbot was in trauma 1 with a GSW, and Shen was working with Mel on an intestinal blockage somewhere in South. That only left Robby.

Exiting the room he caught a glimpse of his boss taking strides toward the main entrance, and he was pretty sure that as soon as the door opened he saw a flame come from the lighter in his hand. One thing Whitaker had learned in his time in the Pitt, was that if Robby was in a mood you needed to know what it was about before you went to him. The other thing he’d learned was that if anyone knew what was going on in Robby’s head, it was Dana.

The charge nurse was looking at the board with the focus of someone trying to move something with their mind. Without even turning she addressed him.

“If you’re gonna ask me what that was about kid. Don’t.”

That was how Whitaker knew it was bad. After his conversation with Robby in Peds during the mass casualty, and a few other conversations that had been overheard in the past ten months, Whitaker had been awarded the new nickname of ‘Robby whisperer: the second coming’. The original Robby Whisperer had been Heather Collins, Robby’s ex. The senior resident had finished her training and taken a job in Boston only a few weeks ago.

“Just a discharge order, I need it signed.”

Dana turned to him.

“Well you can try, he might turn you over to someone else, but then you always do seem to get through to him don’t you?” She said with the hint of a smirk.

As he walked towards the ambulance bay, Dennis thought about that smirk. It was no secret that Robby seemed to have a soft spot for Dennis. Not to the point that there were any worries about favouritism, but enough that Dennis knew that if he needed help, Robby would be there for him. Not quite in the way he wanted but still. About two weeks after Trinity’s question, and after multiple shifts where Robby had seemed to look for reasons to place hands on him, Dennis knew that he definitely had a thing for his attending. Despite being a farm boy without much access to television in his youth, it wasn’t lost on him that he was falling very dangerously into the ‘pick me’ stereotype.

Walking out into the bay, Dennis did a quick look to his left and to his right, before noticing Dr Robby leaning against one of the walls with his head up, and a look of pleasure on his face that Dennis could only describe as pornographic. It reminded him of the look he’d seen on several of the guys he’d hooked up with since coming to Pitsburgh and, nope. He didn’t let his thoughts continue because despite his tendency to get bodily fluids on his scrubs, he was standing firm on his decision that it would only ever be patients that caused him to head to the scrub machine.

Pausing before approaching, he cleared his throat and stepped next to his attending.

“Doctor Robinavich, I have a discharge I need approved, I know you’re on a break but Doctor Abbot and Doctor Shen are busy. It’s not urgent, I mean we could use the bed, but it’s not super urgent. Like when you finish your break or whatever it’s fine it can wait…”

“Whitaker, stop talking.” That gravelly voice stopped Dennis immediately. The things he’d imagined that voice saying.

“Yes sir, sorry.”

“Present the case doctor.”

This was something all interns and junior residents did. Going over the case aloud helped them to make sure that they didn’t miss anything, and gave one of the senior physicians a chance to ask questions.

Whitaker held the chart with both hands, but didn’t look at it.

“Patient is April Nelson, 34 years old. Came in with a laceration to the left leg after she fell off of her bike. I’ve stitched up the laceration using a 3-0 Nylon in a mattress suture. As she wasn’t wearing a helmet and did report that she hit her head I did order a CT which showed clean. The wound was cleaned and we did an X-ray, no break. I’ve had her on a Tylenol drip that is just finishing up. It’ll be done by the time we finish here so she’ll be ready for your evaluation and discharge.” Whitaker smiled as he finished. He’d grown more confident since his first shift, and while he knew that he’d never be as confident as someone like Trinity, he trusted himself, and he knew that Robby trusted him.

Robby took a moment, and then asked him a few questions about his choice of suture, the technique he used, as well as a few basic questions about the patients history.

Dennis was able to answer all questions with ease. These were all the standard questions that every attending asked, and were more about his training rather than questioning his treatment. Normally this would mean that everything was ok and the discharge was approved, but Robby sometimes threw in a curveball.

“Who checked the CT?”

There it was, and Dennis was ready.

“I reviewed it initially and found no concerns, but Doctor Walsh consulted to confirm my decision and signed off that Nuerosurgery had no concerns about the patient.” Internally Dennis did a little dance as he knew that by the way Robby stayed silent for a moment that there would be no further questions, but externally he just waited for his boss to make his decision.

“Ok, discharge approved. I’ll be back in a few minutes. I just need some air.”

Dennis knew that this was the point where anyone else would go back inside, but he was the Robby whisperer.

“Doctor Robby, is everything ok? You sounded like you were having a rough day in there?”

Robby took a long drag of his cigarette, almost as if he was contemplating his existance, then sighed. “It’s complicated kid. It just feels like there’s a lot going on and I’m struggling to keep up with it.”

Wow. Robby was opening up to him. Dennis took a moment to think and then said “When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you. Isaiah 43:2.”

It had become common between the two of them to quote scripture. Usually it was something about being at peace with what was happening around them, but sometimes it crossed to a more personal situation.

“I’m not sure God being with me will get me through tomorrow.”

Ahh. Today was July 3rd. Which would make tomorrow Independence Day. And that would cause all sorts of issues. The break room had already been set up with two large boards. One with a large table of all the doctors so that they could put their craziest cases. The second was a betting pool. Each member of staff had chosen five scenarios that they expected to see come in as an emergency, alongside ten bucks. The person who got all of theirs won.

“I think that one was less about God and more about me.” As soon as he said it he wished he could take it back. They were attending and intern, nothing more. They weren’t friends, Dennis wasn’t meant to be there for Robby.

Robby’s eyes met Dennis’s with a heat that he hadn’t seen before, and Dennis was struck with the urge to run back inside, but also to push forward and press his lips against his mentor’s.

“Langdon is back tomorrow, I thought it was the fifth that he was back. So I’ve got to do his return to work.”

Ahh. Langdon. In the time that he’d been off Dennis had heard a lot about what Langdon was like. He was good, and at one point he’d probably been Robby’s favourite. Not anymore. Dennis also knew that Robby had scheduled some personal time coming up. About three months of personal time starting on the fifth. Which suddenly made sense if he wanted to avoid Langdon.

As if tomorrow wasn’t going to be bad enough with all of the stupid people, now there was this.

Robby let the cigarette drop from his hand and pressed his foot down on top of it. “Anyway, that discharge. Let’s go.”

—

By the end of the shift the news of Langdon’s return had spread like wildfire. Even Myrna knew about it.

The news also meant that several bets had been added to the board. After grabbing his lunch box from the break room refrigerator, Dennis noticed that Antoine’s bet had been amended to bet ‘prodigal son mauled by Robinavich.’ Which certainly put an image into Dennis’ head.

Mateo’s head poked into the room as Dennis looked over his bets for the day.

“Yo Whitaker, no park tonight, O’sullivans?”

He’d been invited to the park after his fourth shift. Still reeling from Pittfest, the majority of the staff had found moments of peace there. While not an excessive drinker, he did find it nice to be able to relax with the people he trusted to help him save a life.

“Yeah that sounds good.” He said, hoping that a few others had already agreed.

“I’ve got to take one more upstairs then I’ll be there. Princess is gonna be late. But she’ll get there when she can.” Mateo’s head retreated as quickly as it had arrived.

Deciding not to wait for anyone, Dennis slipped out of the main doors and walked across the park. Despite the lateness, the sun was still out, hanging low in the sky. Looking over the usual spot the Pitt crew normally took over after shift, he carried on before crossing the road to the door of O’sullivans. Squeezing through the people who seemed ready to start their celebrations early, Dennis eyed only one person sat at the table in the corner. Doctor Robinavich.

Well shit.

It was one thing to talk medicine on the clock, but after work, and considering that look the ambulance bay, his mind was in no state to make small talk.

He moved to the bar to order a vodka soda, his usual for nights like this. After paying the woman behind the bar he stepped over to the table.

Sitting on the opposite side of the table he gave a simple “Doctor Robby” before pulling his phone out of his pocket and pretending to scroll Instagram.

“We’re off the clock Whitaker, you can call me Michael.”

“Then by that logic you can call me Dennis.”

Ten months to get on a first name basis. Wow this was moving fast.

“Well then, Dennis.” Robby smirked in that way that made it look like he’d had the funniest thought. “What made you decide to join me over here?”

Dennis looked at him for a moment, this was a game.

“Well I couldn’t let you drink alone, it’d be sad.”

“Kid, I have scrubs older than you. You drinking with me makes it look like I’m going through a mid-life crisis. No offence.”

Damn what Dennis wouldn’t give to be Robby’s mid-life crisis.

“I’m here, I’m here, sorry I’m late.” Princess broke the boiling tension between them. “Where’s everyone else?”

It took all of his strength to move his eyes away from Robby. “On their way.”

Princess shoved her bag in next to Robby and sat. “Well then it’s just be and two boys, reminds me of the good times.”

Dennis chuckled. “Unfortunately one of those boys likes men.”

Robby, who’d just raised his beer to his lips, brought it back down as he said “It’s called bisexual, I like both.”

Dennis blinked twice before he stuttered out “I was talking about me.”

—

The rest of the night seemed like a blur, only for the fact that Dennis spent most of it reflecting on the fact that the man he was crushing on was also into men, and so the inappropriate thoughts he’d had of being taken over the nurse’s station were no longer classed as impossible, just highly unlikely. That in itself made all the difference.

At one point Trinity had elbowed him and told him that she would not be home for the next several hours, before quietly sneaking out with Garcia.

As it got later, others started to drift away. Princess was half led, half carried away by her boyfriend. Mohan left almost as quickly as she’d arrived, stating that she’d fulfilled her social time for the day. When Mateo left it signalled that the night was at an end.

While it was still relatively early for the bar, Dennis had eyed the clock at roughly ten, the air at the table was still. Only he and Robby were left. It was a nice but also charged silence. Both were happy to stay like that, but he knew that as soon as someone spoke, things would change. So he stayed quiet for another few minutes.

Robby broke the silence.

“I’m surprised you didn’t join in with everyone else and find someone to head home with.”

Oh. Well that was a conversation starter. Dennis struggled to answer for a moment, before replying with a simple “none of these guys are my type.”

Robby leaned in, almost whispering. “So what’s your type Dennis?”

He could feel the tension between them. Suddenly he was full of confidence. This wasn’t just Robby keeping the conversation going, there was something here. Leaning forward so that their faces were only inches apart.

“A mid-life crisis.”

—

Things had escalated quickly from there. A few more suggestive comments, a proposition and a cab ride had all lead to Dennis being pressed against a wall with his legs wrapped around Robby, all while their tongues danced a duet.

Breaking the kiss, Robby gripped the hem of Dennis’s shirt, before roughly pulling it up and over his head. As soon as the shirt landed on the floor Robby was moving, his mouth moving towards Dennis’s bare neck. His lips brushed the pale skin before hit bit down, drawing a cry from the younger man.

“Oh, Doctor Robby, like that.”

Robby slowly withdrew his lips and moved away from the wall, Dennis’s legs still wrapped around his waist. As he slowly moved over towards the bedroom he asked?, “Doctor Robby? You got a kink I should know about Whitaker?”

Despite his cheeks already being flushed and raw from his boss’s beard, Dennis blushed slightly.

“Well it seemed a bit weird to have the first time I call you Michael be when you have me pinned against a wall with your dick pressing into my ass. And maybe I do have a kink.”

Stepping into the bedroom, Robby lowered himself to deposit Dennis on the bed, before rising and taking off his own shirt.

Propping himself up on his elbows, Dennis let his eyes roam over the man in front of him. The hair on his face continued down to a chest full of hair, and a trail leading down below his tented jeans. His arms were a thing of beauty, muscular but not overly so, with tattoos on each bicep. He didn’t recognise them, and he didn’t have time to ask their significance as Robby had just started to unbutton his trousers.

“You just gonna lay there kid, or are you getting naked?”

With a speed matching his trauma response, Dennis was pulling his trousers of and getting onto his knees in front of Robby.

“New rule,” he said as Robby stepped out of his trousers, leaving both men in their underwear. “If I can’t call you Doctor Robby then you can’t call me kid.”

Robby leaned down to kiss him once more. “Then it’s Dennis and Michael for tonight.”

“I like that.”

“Good,” Robby’s voice shifted, suddenly back in his attending voice, “now how about you suck my dick Dennis?”

—

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“Oh fuck, Michael yes!”

While Dennis Whitaker had always enjoyed his boss’s hands on his shoulders and the small of his back, he now knew that those pleasures were nothing compared to this.

Currently on his hands and knees on his mentor’s bed, Robby’s hands were on his ass cheeks, spreading them open while his tongue penetrated him. While he couldn’t see what Robby was doing due to his face being buried in the pillow in front of him, he could only imagine how good Robby looked on his knees behind him.

Suddenly the tongue pulled back, and as Dennis pushed back to chase that lost feeling, one of the hands holding him open came up and quickly fell back down, the sharp smack echoing in the room.

He should not be this turned on by spanking. He’d been spanked as a child by his father, who was probably around the same age as the man spanking him now, in a very different way.

“Patience baby, we’ve got time.” Robby’s voice interrupted Dennis’s train of thought and grounded him in the present as he heard the click of a bottle and a wet finger press against his hole.

Slowly, far too slowly for his liking, Robby pressed a single finger past his sphincter, and deep into him. He knew that he was pretty tight back there, he’d been experiencing a bit of a dry patch since he started as an intern. Not that he was overly active sexually before that. Nebraska hadn’t exactly been homo central, and even through college and med school, the pickings had been slim. A few hookups late at night had defined his sex life. None of it compared to his.

Slowly bringing his finger back out of Dennis, Robby lubed up a second finger before pressing back in. “Push out Dennis. That’s it. Good boy. A few minutes and then when you’re ready we can move on to the real thing.”

Robby’s fingers brushed that sweet spot inside of him and Dennis instinctively arched his back and moaned out a feeble “Yes sir.”

Hiding a chuckle, Robby raised himself up towards Dennis, keeping his fingers working on stretching the 26 year old open, and leaned forward so that his mouth was only inches from Dennis’s ear.

“I thought that it was Michael and Dennis tonight? If you want to call me sir then we should probably take a break and talk about limits.”

There was the Michael Robinavitch he knew. Even completely naked with two fingers pressing against his prostate as if trying to measure its pulse, he was always trying to ensure that he was ok.

“You called me a good boy.” Dennis panted as Robby moved down and pressed his mouth against the bite mark he’d left against his collar bone less than an hour earlier. God that would leave a mark that was definitely going to show under his scrubs. Somehow he couldn’t find it in him to care.

While his right hand was occupied, Robby brought his left arm up and under Dennis’s, wrapping it around his chest and moving back so that Dennis was lifted off of his arms, and suddenly both men were kneeling on the bed, Dennis’s back to Robby’s chest, and all he could think was how he wanted this to happen a lot more.

Pulling his fingers out of the 26 year old, Robby moved to take his mouth off of the intern and brought his fingers up to Dennis’s mouth. Somehow he knew that this was ok. While a lot of guys wouldn’t like this, from the twitch in Whitaker’s neck, he knew his student wouldn’t say no.

Dennis saw the fingers that had been inside him moments ago and let out a moan, opening his mouth a little more, just to let Robby rest those fingers on his tongue. Closing his mouth around them, Dennis sucked them like they were a cock he’d been craving. Moaning around them, he could taste the lube, himself, and a faint trace of Robby’s spit, which he’d become quite accustomed to in a very short space of time.

“How’d you want it baby? You want me to fuck you like a good boy, or you can ride me like a bad boy?” Robby emphasised the ‘bad’ by pushing his fingers further into Dennis’s mouth, making the smaller man gag slightly.

As the fingers were removed from his throat, Dennis let out a slight choke and pushed his ass back, feeling Robby’s cock slide between his cheeks.

“I wanna be good for you sir.”

So he had a bit of a power kink. As proven when he’d let his boss pin him against a wall and dry hump him until there was a noticeable wet spot in his jeans.

“Well then let’s get to it.” Robby pushed him down onto the sheets, then flipped him like he weighed nothing.

At this point Dennis knew what to do. He gave his dick a few slow strokes before lifting his legs and hooking his wrists behind his knees. Staring at the older man in front of him, he decided that while being a good boy would be fun, being bad might be better.

“You gonna fuck me hard daddy? Fuck me hard until I can’t do anything but moan your name.”

Robby looked down at him with barely contained lust and as his eyes flicked up and down his body, Dennis knew that the man he’d just called daddy was torn between the sight of his clean shaven asshole, and the pleading look in his eyes.

With a small chuckle Robby leaned down and crawled so that his face was inches from Dennis’s. “You know I never pegged you as a slut Whitaker.”

Being called a slut shouldn’t have turned him on as much as it did, especially when his legs were extended towards the ceiling. But Dennis was feeling confident.

“Well I’d prefer you fucked me rather than pegged me, and I contain multitudes.”

Releasing his hold of his legs, Dennis let them drop so that they now rested on Robby’s back, his heels just grazing the top of his ass. His hands came up and locked behind Robby’s neck and he whispered “you like when I called you daddy?”

“I want to say no but I know that if you call me Doctor Robby while I’m inside you then I will never be able to work without a hard on again.”

Dennis smirked, and his right hand left Robby’s neck to trail down the space between them, before wrapping around Robby’s dick. Slowly stroking it he looked into the other man’s eyes.

“I promise never to call you daddy on the job.”

“I appreciate that kid.”

“Now fuck me like I asked.”

Robby leant back. Positioning himself so that the head of his dick rested against Dennis’s hole. He could already tell that this was going to be a very tight fit. While he wasn’t one to boast, Michael Robinavitch knew that he was blessed in that department. He’d won all but one of the dick measuring contests in college, and the medal he’d been given as a prank during his senior year with the engraving ‘Mighty Mike, hung like a trike’ still sat at the bottom of one of his drawers.

While they both knew that he should be wearing a condom, neither cared. Dennis wanted to be bred by his mentor, and Robby knew that this intern was one that he couldn’t get pregnant.

Pulling his hand back so that he was only guiding it, Robby slowly pushed his 10 inches into the hungry bottom beneath him.

Dennis’s breath hitched, and then he let out a long moan as he felt Robby press into him. While he wasn’t exactly a virgin, this was his first time taking a dick that measured in the double digits.

Robby moved his hands to take a hold of Dennis’s legs, and slowly unwrapped them from his waist. Pushing his knees up towards his chest, Robby whispered “Breathe kid, just breathe and push out for me like a good boy. You know how to take this, and you know how bad you want it.”

Feeling the dick inside him bottom out, Dennis released his grip of the sheets and opened his eyes to look into those staring at him. A few beads of sweat glistened at Robby’s temples, and all Dennis wanted to do was lean up and lick them clean.

“I can take it daddy. Fuck me like I’m yours.”

His. That’s what he wanted now more than ever. To be Robby’s. To belong to him. To be owned by him. His thoughts painted pictures of the next morning, waking up naked and entangled, and suddenly his room at Trinity’s no longer was home. Here, beneath Robby, that was home.

Pulling back slowly, Robby surged forward, burying his length in Dennis. As he bottomed out, his chain moved forward and hung slightly over Dennis’s mouth. Taking a chance, Dennis parted his lips and sucked the Star of David pendant in between his teeth, then tugged his head bag, dragging Robby down so that their chests were pressed against each other. Spitting out the pendant, he moved his arms up under Robby’s and grabbed at his back, digging his nails into the soft skin.

Taking that as stamp of approval, Robby repeated the motion, pulling back so that just his head was inside, before pushing back and slamming home. Feeling Whitaker’s nails leaving marks on his back, Robby moved his head down and latched his teeth onto Dennis’s collar bone, very close to his earlier and mark which was already starting to bruise.

And on they went, for a good twenty minutes they stayed like that, changing from a fast pounding to slow strokes. Robby’s lips moved from Dennis’s neck to his face, peppering kisses to his forehead before moving down and locking to his own lips. Their tongues reunited, but they no longer battled for dominance. Instead Dennis let himself submit to the kiss, to Robby.

Feeling his balls tightening as the slammed against his student’s ass, Robby broke the kiss and asked, “Daddy’s gonna come kid, where’d you want it?”

Overwhelmed with the pleasure being drawn from his prostate, Dennis nearly screamed his response.

“In me daddy, breed me like a good slut for you!” As he shouted he pulled himself up against Robby, burying his face into the other man’s neck.

Robby’s breath hitched as he came harder than he had in a long time, the load that had been building up for several days shooting into the 26 year old beneath him.

Feeling Robby empty into him was enough to set Dennis off, as he dug his nails into Robby’s back he came, shooting his seed between the two of them.

Feeling himself start to soften Robby gently released his hold on Whitaker’s legs and moved back to pull out, but he was stopped by Dennis’s legs moving to intertwine with his own.

“Stay.”

It wasn’t an order, it was a pleading request. Moving to look Whitaker in the eyes, he could see a single tear start to fall.

“It’s ok baby, Daddy isn’t going anywhere. Except maybe the bathroom to take a piss.”

Dennis let out a light chuckle.

“No one ever lets you go to the bathroom when you need to do they?”

Rolling himself over so that he was now laying across from the younger man, still inside him, Robby brought up a hand to drag through Dennis’s hair. Since growing it out he’d had a tendency to let it drop over his eyes, and right now Robby wanted to see all of him.

“In this case I think I’ve got a compelling reason to hold it in.”

“So romantic.”

But romance wasn’t part of it. This wasn’t making love. They’d fucked, hard and dirty, with no expectations or thought of consequences. When the sun rose in the morning they’d be back to teacher and student.

Another few minutes were spent led like that before Dennis let his legs untangle and pull himself away.

“I should get home, I need to get ready for tomorrow.”

Robby looked at him with an expression that could only be described as ‘come back to bed so I can pound you again’ and said “you know you can stay the night, if you want?”

He wanted to, but that would only make things a lot more complicated. So instead Dennis swung his legs off the bed, and rose up on shaky feet.

“As much as I would love to, Trinity might call the cops if she gets back and I’m not there. I still owe her rent. Besides, I’ve got stuff there and if I come in with you tomorrow it’ll be very obvious what just happened.”

“Will it though?”

“Considering I’m gonna be limping? And the fact that I’m definitely going to need to wear a shirt under my scrubs to hide the marks you left, extremely obvious. It’d be the talk of the ER. I’ll see you tomorrow Doctor… Michael.”

Robby shifted to get off the bed himself before crossing over to wrap his arms around the younger man’s waist.

“A few minutes ago it was daddy.”

Dennis flushed at the recollection of what he’d said, and pressed his hands against the naked chest in front of him. “A few minutes ago you hadn’t dumped a load in me raw. Now how about you help me find my underwear so that I don’t stain your carpet?”

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—

The Uber from Robby’s apartment to Trinity’s hadn’t taken long, and had actually been pretty cheap for midnight in Pittsburgh.

Taking a glance at his phone to check the time, Dennis noticed that he had roughly six hours before he needed to be in work, and that he had a text from Robby.

‘Let me know when you get in. See you in the morning kid.’

He hadn’t called him boy, so texting him back and calling him daddy was definitely off the table. He hadn’t even called him Dennis, so maybe they were only Dennis and Michael in that apartment. To the rest of the world it was Whitaker and Doctor Robby.

He sent a quick ‘home safe, see you tomorrow 😊’ before turning the key in the lock.

On the way home he’d seen three messages from Trinity.

‘Where are you?”
“OMG did you meet a guy?”
“Huckleberry, if you’re dead in a ditch and not getting your back blown out then I’m gonna be sad but also pissed at you.”

So she would definitely be waiting for him. Stepping into the apartment he didn’t bother being overly quiet. The walls in the apartment were thin so he didn’t want to wake the neighbours, but it was now officially the Fourth of July, so a lot of people were probably heading out to start the celebration. He never understood the appeal.

Poking his head into the living room he saw Trinity asleep on the couch, a blanket pulled over her and her phone on the floor next to her. Probably dropped it after falling asleep.

It was sweet of her to wait up for him. He’d occasionally done the same thing. Only he didn’t fall asleep while waiting. Considering his options, Dennis knew that he could go in and wake her, where he would surely get interrogated about his whereabouts, or he could go and shower and come back to her awake with a murderous look on her face for not waking her immediately. Two bad options.

But one of them would mean a conversation without cum dripping from him, so option B it was.

Crossing the hall to his room, he stripped off his jacket and his top before stepping into the bathroom to turn on the shower. Before lowering his trousers he took a look at himself in the mirror. Damn. There were at least three very visible marks on his neck, currently a range of purples very prominent against his cream skin. His lower face and chin were also rather red, scratched from the beard he’d spent so much time rubbing against. He dreaded taking off his trousers and examining his ass.

Deciding that the shower was warm enough he stepped in and positioned himself under the water, letting in cover him and wash away the sweat from the day.

As he soaped himself up he realised that he’d worked a full shift in the ER before everything that had happened with Robby. Even if it had been a relatively stress free shift, he was struggling to even remember the cases he’d seen mere hours before. Apparently he’d really had his brains fucked out.

Lowering his left hand to spread his ass cheeks, his right hand detached the shower from its clip and moved it so that the head was spraying directly over his hole. Scooping a small drop of his shower gel from the sponge on the shelf, he inserted one finger into himself, wincing slightly at the penetration. While he knew Robby wouldn’t intentionally hurt him, he definitely need to check himself out once he was done here.

Moving his finger about and with the pressure of the water entering him, he quickly cleaned himself out. A pang of remorse hit him as he watched the last of the cum slip down the drain, a reminder of some of the best sex he’d had.

Giving himself one more rinse he turned off the shower and stepped out to grab a towel. Quickly drying himself he picked up his phone from beside the sink and opened the camera. He lifted his right leg onto the toilet seat and moved his arm into an awkward position to take a quick picture of his ass. A quick picture turned into four, just to make sure that he got a good one to check for damage. Moving back to a standing position, he opened the door back into his room to get dressed as he checked the pictures.

The first one was blurry. The second one had been obscured by his balls. The third one was relatively clear, but there was a bit of a shadow.

The fourth picture showed his hole in all of its glory. The inside of his cheeks were red from the scratches of the beard that had been between them. His rim was slightly distended, rather puffy, and slightly open. Instinctively he made an effort to clench his hole and immediately a sharp sensation shot up his spine.

He grabbed a pair of boxers and a ratty T-shirt from a drawer, and pulled them on before stepping back out into the hall and down to the living room.

Just as he suspected, Trinity was awake and waiting for him.

“Huckleberry, whe….at the hell happened to you? You look like you got mauled by a bear.” She let out a slight chuckle as she finished.

“I wouldn’t say that he was a bear. Maybe an otter.” Dennis was very careful as he sat down on the couch.

Trinity pulled the collar of his shirt down to look at the marks that had been left.

“Fucking kinky otter I’d say,” she whistled as she ran a finger along the small indents left by Robby’s teeth. “I’m hoping you gave as good as you got.”

Thinking about the way his nails had definitively broken the skin on Robby’s back, Dennis smirked. “I think we were about equal in terms of bodily marking.”

Trinity’s already raised eyebrows seemed to shoot up even more.

“Well score one for the huckster. Who was he?”

Ahh. Robby had seemed pretty open about his sexuality back at the bar, but this wasn’t just two guys hooking up, this had been a violation of Robby’s position as a mentor to young doctors.

“I didn’t catch his name.” He replied.

One of her eyebrows dropped, the other remained raised. “You let a guy do that to you and you didn’t even get his name? Did you get his number?”

“As can be evidenced his mouth was busy, and his fingers weren’t focused on putting his number in my phone.”

“Wow that’s gross,” she looked vaguely disgusted. “Tell me you were at least safe? And sober, this wasn’t some guy taking advantage of you was it?”

Was it? While technically consensual, was mind blowing sex with your intern considered taking advantage?

He chose his next words carefully.

“I gave full consent, and as for the other thing, no.”

He hadn’t wanted to be safe.

“Did they not teach you about AIDS in Nebraska med school? You fucked a guy without protection or any of his details, what if you got something? What if you gave him something? Jesus you’re a doctor so you should know better than that. Scratch that, I’m a doctor and a lesbian and I know better than that.”

In all fairness AIDS wasn’t a huge topic in a right wing state school. But he still knew the symptoms.

“I highly doubt that R… he has AIDS. Or anything else.”

“You paused. You did get a name didn’t you?” Trinity paused. “It’s someone we know isn’t it? Was it Jesse? He’s more a retired twink than an otter but still?”

“No it wasn’t Jesse. Look, you don’t know him. And it wouldn’t matter even if you did because it was a one time thing and it won’t happen again.” Dennis knew that he needed to accept that, but he still held out hope that it wasn’t the case.

“Ok,” Trinity patted her legs. “If you say so Fuckleberry. Now come on, I need sleep and after getting pounded into the mattress for god knows how long I’m sure you do too. Just do me a favour and get a test from central supply tomorrow. And make sure not to mix the laundry before you get the result. I’ll make sure Robby doesn’t see you grab it.”

He agreed, only to satisfy her and end the conversation. He knew that it wasn’t a bad idea. Even though he trusted that Robby wouldn’t give him something, he was in a career where blind faith in words cost lives.

—

As he settled into bed, he quickly ran through the events of the day. What would tomorrow bring. As he drifted off to sleep he realised that there would be no way he wouldn’t be able to look at Robby without picturing him naked, he sent a silent blessing and a curse to Frank Langdon for somehow putting him in this position.

—

On the other side of Pittsburgh, lying alone on his couch while his family slept upstairs, a shiver ran down Frank Langdon’s spine, as if someone had just taken a rather large step onto his grave. Tomorrow was his first day back after ten months. Ten months of sobriety would be put to the test. And somehow his only thought was how he would cope with no longer being the favourite resident.