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“Is this really necessary?” Dennis holds up the light blue water bottle, sloshing it around for emphasis. “I can’t carry something this bulky during my shifts. It’s not practical.”
The older man just smiles and shakes his head sarcastically. “Less practical than… What was it Santos said? Passing out mid cast removal?”
“That was an exaggeration,” Dennis insists. “I just got a little light headed, that’s it.” He lays back against the back of Robby's leather sofa in exasperation. He gets invited to Robby's home for game night just to get scolded? Really? He doesn't even care about football or the teams playing.
The two men have been a “thing” for a while now. It started out very restrained. At work it was limited to awkward shoulder touches and long stares. It wasn’t subtle. Dana Evens and most of the day shift picked up on it almost immediately, collectively choosing to let it play out naturally without getting involved. After all, it really wasn’t that odd for Dr.Robby to be eyeing up another coworker. Another man? That raised a few brows. But when Abbot made a joke while getting off shift that he and Robby used to “experiment” in the past to Princess, it was enough to support the bi Robinavitch theory. Abbot was probably just kidding but who’s to say.
After a whole 6 months of tension though, it was getting annoying. It took a frustrated Trinity Santos to push the two pent up men to confess. She couldn’t stand Dennis blasting obnoxious outdated tragic love songs in their shared apartment any longer. Surprisingly, her plan of being incredibly blunt worked. Even more surprising was the fact that the two men ended up actually calling it a partnership rather than just friends with benefits. Robby wasn’t exactly known for his ability to commit to things.
Now, they are both 9 months into officially dating and Robby still hasn’t jumped ship. Dana claimed it was a miracle from God. Perlah claimed it was an HR violation from Hell. Either way, it’s made the dayshift at the Pitt much more interesting. Seeing Dr. (Avoidant) Robby occasionally break character and fuss over Whitaker is almost as fun as the betting pool.
Dennis just knows the crew will have a field day when they see him with this stupid bulky water bottle next shift. He sighs and unscrews the bottle cap, taking an annoyed sip of the water. One sip down, practically a whole gallon to go… he thinks bitterly.
“Atta boy.” Robby encourages playfully, not even looking in Dennis’s direction. The older man isn’t really that focused on Dennis’s moping. He’s interested in the game currently playing on his TV screen. He knows Dennis doesn’t care for it, drinking water. But when Trinity mentioned Dennis getting a dehydration fueled dizzy spell mid-shift he had to do something. A $30 water bottle with lines to track time and amount drank seemed like a reasonable solution.
***
“This was a bad idea.” Dennis mumbles and starts to sit up.
“How so?” Robby turns to face his boyfriend, eyebrow raised critically.
“I’ll be taking bathroom breaks like, constantly at work.”
Robby smirks. “Really? Let me see that.” He gestures for the water bottle. Dennis rolls his eyes and hands it over reluctantly, allowing Robby to examine it. “Dennis, you only drank 7 ounces.”
“Yes, and?” Dennis is standing by Robby now, leaning in and gesturing at the measurement markers on the bottle. “If I need to pee after just 7 ounces that means I’ll be stuck needing to pee every 10 minutes.”
“How many ounces are in a gallon, Whitaker?”
“No comment.” Dennis raises his hands and starts to turn to leave for the bathroom. “I know it’s enough to be an issue.”
Robby reaches out and gently stops him from leaving by holding his hand. “Not so fast. If anything, this just goes to show how little water your body gets on a daily basis. As a doctor you should know better. Sit down and at least make it an even 10.”
Dennis resigns himself to the scolding and concedes, sitting back down next to Robby. “I know, I know. I’ll work on it.”
“Yes you will.” Robby stretches, placing his arm around Dennis casually. “You should drink another 10 ounces before halftime.”
“Fine.” Dennis leans into Robby a little as he settles. He lets Robby return the bottle to him as well.
Dennis was never really into sports, especially not football. He always felt like it represented the kind of manhood he was long denied growing up. He remembers begging his parents to sign him up for the sport as a kid, wanting to do the same activities as his older brothers and bond with their father like they got to. He was thrilled when his parents finally said yes, but heartbroken when he was put on a separate peewee girls team. For that reason, he has avoided sports altogether since. Robby likes football though and Dennis feels comfortable enough watching with him. So comfortable that he forgets he had to pee in the first place.
***
“See that player right there? That dive he took definitely just won him a shoulder dislocation at least.” The older man shakes his head in disapproval, gesturing towards the screen. “I’ve seen countless college football players walk in with that injury over the years.” Robby looks over at Dennis, gently nudging him. “Best method of treatment?” Sometimes Robby likes to quiz Dennis even off the clock. It was just a playful thing they did, but it’s proven to be genuinely helpful for Dennis’s medical practice.
“If there haven't been repeated dislocations in the past, closed reduction is the best immediate method of treatment. Followed by splint or sling immobilization for a couple weeks paired with medication for pain management.” Dennis responds without a second thought. Shoulder dislocation is pretty basic.
“Good boy.” Robby playfully ruffles Dennis’s hair as a reward. The question was so easy, Robby knew he would get it right. The older man probably just wanted an excuse to play with Dennis’s curls.
Dennis feels his cheeks heat up at this, even if it was an easy question. He’s weak for Robby's attention in any context, but knowing he does well in his field paired with the pet name always makes him squirm a little. He can feel that subtle warmth spread through his body. Robby gets a little more touchy, the hand that was resting on Dennis’s shoulder moves down to rest on his hip.
“Are you at 20 ounces yet?”
“What?” Dennis blinks in confusion. The water bottle was left neglected for a while, he’s only drank 12 ounces so far total.
“Jeez kid, Santos was right. You really do forget to drink water.” Robby sighs, his tone slightly scolding but also affectionate.”What are you a camel?”
“The water?.. Ugh.” Dennis looks over at the bottle with disdain. How dare it ruin such a sweet flirty moment?
Robby must have noticed Dennis’s annoyance. His hand moves slowly on Dennis’s hip, his fingers creeping under the hem of his shirt. “It’s fine. It takes practice and you’re nearly there.” He reassures. Robby isn’t actually mad, just worried.
Dennis smiles, that warm feeling returning to him. “I’m working on it.” Robby's hand rests on the bare skin on Dennis’s lower abdomen, right above the band of his boxers. Dennis can feel a need growing between his thighs. That feeling though, reminds him of another kind of need down there. “I uh… I still need to pee…”
“Did you not already?” Robby looks over a bit surprised. Dennis said he had to go a while ago.
“No… I didn’t.” Dennis definitely feels the fullness of his bladder returning to him. It’s strange, feeling a bit flustered while needing to piss.
“I swore you did…” Robby hums softly with passive interest. He doesn’t remove his hand from where it’s resting on Dennis. In fact, he moves it slightly as if searching. Then, he presses gently. “Guess not.”
Dennis’s eyes widen as he feels Robby push on his full bladder with two fingers. It wasn’t rough or painful, just checking. Clinical really. The loud sounds of the game are immediately pushed into the background of the younger man's mind. Of course Robby knows exactly where Dennis’s bladder is, he is a doctor after all. It hardly even seemed like a conscious thing for him. Robby felt for Dennis’s bladder like he was simply checking his watch. A simple off-hand confirmation is all it was. Yet to Dennis, it's a bigger deal. It only lasted for a second, but it was oddly good? He didn’t mean to make a tiny gasp at the pressure, that's for sure, but Robby noticed.
“Whoops, sorry kid.” Robby laughs and starts to shift, moving his arm and allowing Dennis to get up to go to the bathroom. “I didn't even think about what I was doing there.”
Dennis stays put despite being freed. “Um…” He isn't sure how to verbalize how he feels. He's actually more horny after that than he was before.
“You okay?”
“I am…” Dennis speaks slowly. “Could… you do that again?”
Robby furrows his brow. He isn't frustrated, but he is a bit confused. “...Okay?” Robby puts his arm back over Dennis and returns his hand to the younger doctor's lower belly. “See where my hand is? Right above the pubic bone is your bladder Whitaker. I was feeling for fullness. If I press right here gently, it feels a bit firm and distended.” Robby is speaking in that tone he uses for teaching in the ER. He probably assumed Dennis just wanted to learn, which is a reasonable assumption. Far more reasonable than the reality of things, that Dennis just liked how it felt.
“Mhm…” Dennis just nods. His cheeks must be quite red by now.
“Meaning you really need to pee. Badly.”
“Yeah...”
Robby gives Dennis a look. “I know you know where the bladder is located.”
“I do.” Dennis replies sheepishly.
“Whitaker?”
“Hm?”
“Does it feel good?”
Fuck. Dennis can only manage a half hearted nod as he leans against Robby to hide his face. “A little. Sorry- That's so weird, really weird, I don't know why I-”
Robby cuts Dennis off with a more firm press against Dennis’s bladder, making Dennis squirm a little. “You don't know?”
Dennis shakes his head, now fully hiding his face in the crook of Robby's neck. This has to be a humiliation ritual.
“The bladder,” Robby begins explaining, still using that educational cadence. “Sits right next to your erogenous zones.” He doesn't stop his gentle massaging as he speaks. “A full bladder can press up against your urethra and the clitoral structures.”
“Wait seriously?” Dennis peeks up at Robby, no longer hiding his face as much. Still embarrassed for sure, but the physician in him wins for a moment. He didn't know about that, he assumed he was just being weird. He definitely has to read about this later. “I mean, I kind of knew but didn't think…”
“It's not weird.” Robby looks back at the game to see who's winning. “You ever take a leak after a long shift and it feels great? Same wheelhouse.” Robby gives Dennis a reassuring pat on the thigh with his other hand.
“That makes sense.” Dennis seriously needs to pee still, but that learning moment and Robby's touch leaves him more curious than anything else. “It feels really good actually…” Dennis experimentally shifts to give Robby more access to his abdomen, using one hand to lift his shirt. He can now see more clearly exactly what Robby is doing and where. “And… This is okay?” Dennis looks to Robby for some kind of indication of him being weirded out. He's relieved when Robby meets his eyes again and just smiles. The older man appears to be more amused than icked out.
“It's okay with me. Is this okay with you? Do you want me to keep going?”
Dennis nods. “Yes please.”
Robby leans in, giving Dennis a kiss on the forehead before turning his attention back to his hands. One rests on Dennis's thigh, rubbing where he feels the line of his boxers through his pants. The other hand is still diligently massaging Dennis’s bladder.
“8 ounces.”
“What?” Dennis is forced out of his flustered daze by the random statement from Robby.
“You still have 8 ounces left. I asked you to drink 20 and you only drank 12 so far. Think you can get there for me?”
Dennis presses his thighs together. So that's how it's going to be huh? Fine then, he'll bite. “Okay.” He leans over and grabs the stupid clunky gallon bottle. He can handle 8 ounces easy. He didn't need to chug it, but Robby knows how to rile him up and he does it anyway.
“Good work Whitaker.” Robby rewards Dennis with a few kisses to his neck.
While Dennis is glad he hit that goal and made Robby happy, he underestimated how immediate those 8 ounces would impact his pre-existing urgency to pee. The neck kisses Robby starts giving him are making him more and more worked up. What should be bladder discomfort is mixing with arousal now. Dennis moves to climb over Robby and straddle the man's lap, arms wrapping around his shoulders. “I think I might be into this.”
Robby laughs, moving his hands so one continues massaging Dennis’s full bladder and the other now toying with Dennis’s waistband. “It's a normal bodily reaction. And you're blocking the game.”
Dennis shakes his head a little before leaning in for a light kiss. “No like, I think I'm actually really into this.” Dennis presses his hips against Robby's.
“Oh,” Robby's starting to look a bit flustered too now and is giving Dennis a knowing grin. “Meaning…?”
“I want to keep holding it while you kiss me…” Dennis leans back a bit so he can properly watch Robby's reaction. “If it's fine by you I mean. I know we never really did anything like this before.”
“I don't mind. It's cute.” Robby leans in, closing the distance between them. The kiss is a bit deeper than before. “Just don’t piss on my lap, got it?”
“No?” Dennis tilts his head to the side a little, a small disappointed tone to his question. Maybe it was just Dennis fooling around and being bratty, but there seems to be a genuine pout there.
Robby pauses for a moment. He takes time to really consider it. He himself was just kidding, but Dennis... He looks let down hearing he can’t. There's logistics of course, but Robby had to do laundry anyway today.
“...No is a strong word.” Robby decides, nodding to himself and slowly warming up to the idea. He goes for another deep kiss before pulling back again. “Would you enjoy that baby?”
Dennis groans and grinds his hips down on Robby. “Mhm…” He tightens his grip on the back of Robby's shirt for support.
“Yeah you do.” Robby smirks, confident that he can really get Dennis riled up with just a little teasing. Robby leans back in for more neck kisses, starting to gently bite. Nothing painful, just a little reminder that he can be rough. “...This couch is leather though.” He reminds Dennis as he whispers into his ear.
“Ugh.” Dennis is about ready to just give up and go to the bathroom at this point. He needs to piss and bad. Robby has to make up his mind. “Robby I-”
Before Dennis can explain the urgency, Robby has already picked him up and is carrying him to the bedroom. Dennis is confused at how Robby settles them back down onto the sheets, Dennis straddling Robby's lap again just like they were on the couch.
“Wait so…”
“The bed isn't leather.”
“Got it.” That's all Dennis needs to hear. He gets right back into it, kissing and grinding down on the now obvious bulge in Robby's pants.
Dennis doesn't last much longer. After a bit more foreplay and sloppy kissing, he seriously can't keep holding it. He's panting and sweating a little. “R-Robby I can't keep…” The pressure in his bladder is getting almost painful.
“Then don't.” Robby speaks low and calm, face still buried against Dennis’s neck. His beard scruff tickling Dennis’s collarbone. He still hasn't stopped kissing while his hands explore Dennis’s back.
Dennis tenses up. It's really hot but he can't help the swell of learned shame welling up inside him. He's a grown man about to piss himself, fully clothed, on his lover's lap. “I don't know if I can…”
Robby shifts and tilts Dennis’s head to meet his eyes. “Do you want a little help or are you actually wanting to stop?” His voice is gentle. He means it when he asks, this isn't taunting anymore.
“I… I just need some help.” Dennis nods. He isn't uncomfortable, aside from the obvious pressure in his bladder. He wants to do this, he still finds this incredibly arousing.
Robby smiles. He rests one hand on Dennis's head, soothing him. The other hand presses more firmly against Dennis’s bladder. It's not rough but it's deliberate. “You can do it, it'll feel so good when you just let go.” Robby whispers softly, gently coaxing Dennis to relax his pelvic floor. “This is your reward for drinking all that water I asked you to. You're such a good boy for me.”
Dennis whimpers. It's only a little at first. A shy involuntary trickle wetting his boxers and soon forming a small damp spot on his pants. But once it starts, he can’t hold back. The trickle becomes a hot stream flowing down his pant leg and seeping into Robby's lap. Dennis has felt embarrassed before, but this probably takes the cake. His face is red and he may be tearing up slightly. If it's from shyness or how much this is making his clit throb, that's hard to say. He sits there for a minute, panting and holding Robby close. The release of the building pressure is somewhat cathartic. Once Dennis is finished, the only feeling left inside him is a deep aching arousal.
“S-sorry…” Dennis manages to mumble to Robby.
“Shh, it's okay baby.” Robby keeps petting Dennis’s hair. The hand that once was on Dennis’s bladder now rubbing Dennis’s thigh affectionately. “You did real good.”
“Fuck, Robby I need-” Dennis practically whines, pressing his body into Robby as much as he can. Robby lets out a low chuckle as Dennis pushes the older man down into a laying position.
“Jesus kid, give me a minute to get these off okay?”
Robby gives Dennis a little nudge, convincing him to temporarily sit up so Robby can be rid of his clothing. Dennis does the same, the wet and rapidly cooling fabric no longer as attractive as it is uncomfortable. Soon both men are bare and Robby's dirty clothes pile on the floor is made larger.
Dennis is able to straddle Robby again. “Please?” Dennis begs, reaching out to feel and grope Robby's chest. He wishes he could simply bury his face in Robby's chest hair, but the man is so damn attractive, having to look away from the rest of him would be a sin.
“Well, if you insist.” Robby rolls his eyes sarcastically. He can't pretend like he doesn't want Dennis to ride him though, he's stiff as a pole and already leaking pre.
Dennis huffs and angles himself so that the flushed tip of Robby's hard length makes contact with his clit. He experimentally moves his hips, causing them to rub against each other. “Oh god…” The sticky precum spreads over Dennis’s own tip, sharing the substance like a wet kiss.
Robby hums with appreciation and smiles. He looks genuinely captivated by Dennis, his hands wandering up Dennis’s sides. “More sensitive after holding it for a while right?”
Dennis nods. He wishes he could just stay like this, rocking his hips and frotting with Robby for a while longer. He feels painfully empty after reliving that pressure in his bladder though and needs to be filled again by something much better than piss. He moves to a better position for both of them, reaching out and gently holding Robby's length at the base, lining them up. This causes Robby to groan. Slowly, Dennis begins to lower himself onto Robby's cock. It used to take them a while to ease into this, but over time it's gotten easier for Dennis to adjust to his boyfriend. Robby's hands grip Dennis more firmly at the sensation of sinking into his boyfriend's pussy.
“Fuck, you're so wet…” Robby growls.
“I did just pee on you, I think we're both a little wet.” Dennis jokes between heavy breaths, winning a proper chuckle from Robby's lips.
Dennis waits a moment to let his body adjust, focusing on his breathing. The stretch is familiar, it's Robby. But even familiarity doesn't cancel out how large the man is. Dennis loves Robby no matter what, but he seriously lucked out in the size department and thanks the lord for that daily. After giving Robby a nod of approval, Dennis starts to slowly move. He uses his thighs to lift off Robby's hips slightly before relaxing down again. He starts with just a few inches before getting more ambitious. He starts to move a bit faster, using the beds bounce to his advantage. Robby assists the best he can, lifting Dennis and bucking his hips to match the pace Dennis sets. Both men are panting now and Dennis feels that building tension in his core.
“F-fuck Robby I'm… I'm almost-” Dennis grits his teeth and grabs Robby's shoulders. His legs are burning but he's so close.
“Such a good boy, you're so handsome like this…” Robby's voice is low and gritty, a sign he's getting closer too. Robby raises a hand and fists it in Dennis’s hair, just how he likes it.
Dennis moans at the dual sensation and he feels the dam break. His clit is throbbing and he grinds it against the base of Robby's cock as he peaks. He can feel his walls pulse and constrict around Robby. The older man is kind enough to move a little slower while Dennis is riding out his orgasm, he knows Dennis prefers it that way. Once Dennis’s breathing starts to even out, Robby looks up at him. “Is it okay if I…?”
Dennis nods. Robby is a little older and takes a little longer. Thankfully Dennis can keep going a bit after finishing. Robby smiles, sitting up a bit more to give Dennis an appreciative kiss. He then wastes no time rolling Dennis over onto his back, switching their positions. Robby only slips out of Dennis for a short moment before sinking back in. His thrusts are faster and rough now. Since Dennis got to finish, he gets to focus on his own release. It doesn't take much longer, soon Robby's pulling out and spilling himself over Dennis’s thighs and belly with a strained “Fuck-!”
***
“I hope I don't need to give you a lecture about UTIs, kidney damage and incontinence.”
“Robby-” Dennis warns.
He just finished tossing all their clothes and the bedsheets into the wash. Robby's offer to give Dennis a little aftercare bath sounded really sweet, but if it was just a trap for a lesson on bladder health then he isn't interested.
Robby shrugs. “I'm serious. We treat UTIs daily. I don't want to be the one filling out your care sheet.”
“I won't be making this a habit I swear. It was fun, but cleaning up is a hassle.”
“True. There's other options though.” Robby gently washes the shampoo from Dennis’s hair, rubbing his scalp slowly. There’s perks to having a rich attending boyfriend. Great sex and fancy lavender scented products.
Dennis laughs quietly. “You seem pretty well versed in all this. Are you seriosuly a golden shower kind of guy?” The comment was just meant to be teasing.
“Nah, sorry to disappoint." Robby starts to add the conditioner to Dennis’s hair. “But I did experiment.”
“Wait seriously?”
Robby chuckles and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah, you know how it is. In ‘96 my buddy Jack and I got up to some real trouble. Tried all sorts of things.”
Dennis is pretty sure his brain is about to explode.
“Jack?” Dennis turns to face Robby. “Jack as in Jack Abbot? You two..?”
“It's not a big deal, Whitaker.” Robby just shrugs Dennis off.
Dennis wastes no time splashing water at Robby. “No way. No, you are telling me all about this when we get out of the bath.”
Robby sighs. He really did it now. He would like nothing more than to just fall asleep and let his back rest. Oh well. “...Maybe I can tell you a story or two.”
Dennis smiles and relaxes again, satisfied with the arrangement. “I can’t believe the rumors spreading through the Pitt about you two were true…”
Robby stops. “Wait, what?”