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The bar is loud and crowded, the air sticky and the music thumping in Dennis’ ribcage. He lost track of just how much liquor he had somewhere after his third shot. He has a drink in front of him on the table, maybe his second or third. He doesn’t need to know how much he drank to know that he is wasted. He has his elbows resting on the table, his unfocused gaze resting lazily on Abbot and Robby. They are sitting with Dana, laughing about whatever she was saying. Dennis isn’t subtle, but anyone who cares enough to make fun of him are busy doing whatever else. Trinity and Victoria are making out in the seat across from him. Samira is getting helped home by Mel, if he heard what Mel shouted over the music correctly.
Dennis sips his drink, his eyes drifting over Abbot’s body. He’s in good shape, his band shirt a bit tight, his jeans well-fitted. He has a sharp amusement in his eyes, his silver curls a bit messy. Dennis watches as he takes a sip of his water (he stopped drinking hours ago), watching his Adam's apple bob up and down. Dennis bites his lip lightly, every movement from the older man driving him crazy.
Dennis’ gaze shifts to Robby. Robby has one leg over the other, one of his arms resting around the empty chair on his right. His eyes trail down Robby’s beard, down his chest and to his crotch. He wonders what’s behind those jeans, would it be big enough to choke on?
“Denniss!” Trinity calls out to him. She always used his real name when she was drunk.
Dennis forces his eyes off of the older men, turning his head way too quickly and making himself dizzy. He focuses on Trinity, who has Victoria in her lap, “Hm?”
“D’you think that one’f them’ll pay for’n Uber for us?” She asks, jabbing a thumb at the doctors and Dana.
“Oh, yeah, ‘m sure.” Dennis nods along.
“Go ask.” Trinity says.
“What? ’s your idea.” Dennis protests, crossing his arms clumsily.
“Yeah, but they wanna- they’ll- they- fuck.” Trinity shakes her head, like how one would hit a remote to get it to work, “They’ll listen to you more.”
Dennis rolls his eyes, “Whatever.” He downs the rest of his drink, maybe not a great idea but he doesn’t want it to go to waste.
“And Dennis.” Trinity starts.
“Hm?”
“Me ‘n Vic have plans when we get to there, so you, whatever you get it.” Trinity waves him away, she has a bit of trouble with her words when she’s drunk but Dennis can understand her regardless. Her and Victoria are going to have sex, so he might as well find another place to stay if he doesn’t want to hear that.
He nods and gets up, feeling instantly dizzy. He takes a breath, slowly stepping out of the booth and towards the table.
“Hey, kid.” Abbot says as Dennis approaches, “What’s up.”
If Dennis whines a bit at that nickname that’s between him and God as the sound is lost in the music, “I was wonderin’ if maybe one’f you could do me a favor?”
“Of course.” Abbot purrs, his voice sending a shiver down Dennis’ spine.
“Ah, well, Trin and I spent a bit too much’n drinks and need an Uber home?” Dennis cocks his head to the side.
“I'll get an Uber for you.” Abbot says without hesitation.
“Thank you sso much, Dr. Abbot.” Dennis bites his lip.
Robby speaks up, “I can pay your tab.”
“Really? Thank you Dr. Robby, you're too kind.” Dennis smiles, showing off his tooth gap.
Robby gets his wallet, pulling out a couple hundred bills and handing them to Dennis, “Keep the change.”
“Oh, thank you.” Dennis is too drunk to argue with him about the amount.
“Your address?” Abbot asks as he's ordering an Uber.
Dennis recites his apartment building address, only stumbling on it slightly.
“And is Javadi good with transport?” Abbot asks.
“Oh, she's coming back to ours.” Dennis says, shifting slightly on his feet.
“Y'know I've got a guest room if you don’t want to hear… that.” Abbot says, gesturing to Trinity and Victoria who are making out again.
Dennis’ heart skips a beat, he didn’t even have to ask, “Wow. That would be lovely. Thank you, sir.”
Jack smirks, “Course.” He says. He watches as Whitaker walks back to Santos and Javadi.
“Your house?” Robby asks, crossing his arms.
“Don't get jealous, old man.” Jack says. He knows that'll make Robby angry because-
“I'm only three years older than you.” Robby scoffs.
“You two are both ridiculous.” Dana pipes up.
“Thank you.” Jack smiles sarcastically.
“Not a compliment.” Dana rolls her eyes, “Don’t do something you'll regret, Jack.”
“Course I won’t.” Jack says, following Dana's gaze to Whitaker. Jack swears he hears Santos say sugar daddies when Whitaker presents Santos with the cash.
Everyone knows Whitaker is crushing on Jack and Robby. That kid is really obvious but for his sake everyone, besides Santos, pretends not to notice. Jack has, of course, noticed Robby’s own feelings for the young man, and maybe Jack enjoys challenging it, making Robby jealous. He always gets extra flirty in front of Robby so he can see Robby's eyes darken when Whitaker gets all flustered and squirmy from Jack. Jack would be a fool to deny his own feelings for the boy, although he's much less obvious, the only ones to really figure it out were Robby and Dana.
It's simple, Robby isn’t bold enough to make the moves, so Jack does it instead. And it only makes it better that Robby gets so jealous. In fact, Robby might be the only one oblivious to the kid’s feelings.
Jack’s eyes trace Whitaker’s body, he’s wearing a crop top, probably Santos’, and some jeans that fit around his ass perfectly. Jack often has a hard time keeping his thoughts PG when around Whitaker. He can’t help but think about how pretty the boy would be nude on his bed or what beautiful sounds he would make when being fucked. Unprofessional? Yes, but it’s not like he was harassing him.
Javadi and Santos get up, Santos paying their tab with the money Robby supplied. Then the two girls go to head outside, Whitaker pausing to gesture to Jack to come along before following them out.
“See ya later.” Jack says to Robby and Dana before getting up to follow the boy.
The evening air hits Jack, it feels much better than the stuffy bar air. The girls and Whitaker are standing out front. Whitaker looks like he can barely stand, so Jack slides up behind him, putting a steadying arm around his waist. Whitaker seems a bit surprised, but melts into the touch when he realizes it was Jack.
“Get home safe, you two.” Jack says to the girls.
Javadi, who is holding up Santos, nods. She seems sober enough to let Jack not feel bad about leaving the two.
“Ready to go?” Jack asks Whitaker.
He nods enthusiastically, “Bye Trin! Bye Vic! Love ya!”
“Byee Dennis. Don't be too sslutty.” Santos says.
Jack smirks softly at that as he leads Whitaker away from the girls and to his truck. He helps the boy into the passenger seat before getting into the driver seat himself.
“Ready, kid?” Jack asks.
Whitaker lets out a half-whimper half-hum of agreement.
Jack bites his lip as he starts the truck, pulling out of the parking lot.
“You're really hot, ya know?” Whitaker says as he watches Jack.
“Thanks, kid.” Jack smirks.
Whitaker whimpers, “I like it when you call me that.”
Jack’s smirk only widens, “Oh, yeah?”
“Mhm.” Whitaker hums.
This kid is clearly wasted, and probably won't remember much in the morning. Jack focuses on the drive as much as he can with a pretty boy in his passenger seat. Once they pull into his driveway, Whitaker is squirming in his seat.
“You alright, kid?” Jack asks. Maybe he was teasing him a bit too much, but he is having too much fun to stop.
Whitaker bites his lip and nods.
“Let's get you to bed.” Jack says, unhooking himself and getting out of his truck. He crosses over to the passenger side, helping Whitaker get out. Maybe it was just the odd shadows of the overhead car light, but Jack thought he saw a bulge in the boy's jeans.
The younger man leans on Jack the whole way up the driveway, swaying lightly with each step. Jack unlocks the door, helping Whitaker inside. He helps Whitaker take off his shoes, then he leads him down the hallway.
“Guest room,” Jack opens the door, gesturing to a second door inside the room, "with a bathroom."
Whitaker pouts slightly, “You’re gonna leave me here?”
“You need sleep.” Jack responds.
The blonde wraps his arms around Jack’s neck, pressing himself close. Jack holds him steady with hands on his hips. Whitaker rolls his hips. He’s hard.
“Sleep with me?” Whitaker whines.
“You’re wasted.” Jack says, gently pushing him off.
“So?”
Jack’s partners being drunk has never stopped him before, but only when they’ve already had sex before. He doesn’t want to have drunk sex be their first experience, Whitaker could very easily regret it.
“Touch me, please.” He whines.
“Whitaker-”
He cuts Jack off, “Dennis.”
Jack nods slightly, “Dennis, I’m not going to do anything to you while you’re wasted.”
Dennis huffs, “Fine, watch me then.”
Jack blinks, “What-”
“Watch.” Dennis is already stumbling over to the bed, sitting down with his knees under him, legs spread apart. He hovers his hand over the bulge in his jeans.
Jack tracks his movements, he should stop him or leave the room. That would be the professional response, chalk it up to one or three to many drinks and never think about it again. But he doesn’t move. He can’t even bring himself to look away.
Dennis starts rubbing himself over his jeans, his eyes full of lust as he keeps eye contact with Jack. Jack gulps, his throat going dry. Dennis uses the heel of his palm to rub his bulge, biting his lip to stifle a moan.
“Come closer, please.” Dennis begs.
“This is a bad idea, kid.” Jack mutters, but comes closer anyway, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Dennis whimpers softly, pausing his rubbing to unzip his jeans. He fumbles around for a moment, but is able to fish his erection out.
Jack bites his lip, watching as Dennis starts stroking himself, “Fuck, kid.”
“Do you like this, Jack?” Dennis breathes out.
Jack nods. He can feel himself getting aroused by the show. He wishes he could save this moment forever. Well, he can, in a way. “Can I film?” He asks.
Dennis smirks widely, nodding, “Yeah. Fuck, that’s hot.”
Jack pulls his phone out from his pocket, clumsily navigating to start filming. He points the camera at Dennis and starts the video, watching from above the screen. Dennis continues stroking himself, switching between looking into the camera and looking at Jack every couple of seconds.
Dennis soon closes his eyes, his thighs tensing, and his movements becoming more erratic, “Jack- I’m gonna cum.” He moans out.
“Cum for me.” Jack breathes out.
Dennis groans, his body tensing as he finishes, spilling over his hand and pants.
“Wow.” Jack mutters as he stops the video.
Dennis pants heavily, his mouth feels too wet. He tucks himself back into his stained jeans. He's a bit too wasted to realize truly what he had just done. But he does feel a bit nauseous, probably from the last drink he downed. He can feel it building up in his stomach- “Fuck, I’m gonna throw up.”
“Bathroom.” Jack offers, pointing to the door.
Dennis gets up, he gets really dizzy, slamming his shoulder into the door as he loses his balance. He manages to get the door open and his knees connect painfully with the tile as he kneels near the toilet and vomits into it.
Jack comes in after him, hovering in the doorway.
Dennis finishes emptying the liquor into the toilet, his throat burning. He looks down at himself, “Fuck. Shit.”
“You alright?” Jack asks.
“These are Trinity’s clothes.” He gestures to his stained pants and his crop top that now has some vomit on it.
“I'll wash them for you.” Jack offers.
“Please.” Dennis says, lifting his shirt up over his head, struggling slightly as he pulls it off. Jack takes it from him. Dennis unzips his jeans, wiggling out of them while still on the floor. Jack takes those too.
“I'll get you new clothes.” Jack says as he leaves the bathroom.
Dennis leans on the toilet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His vision is blurry and he feels dizzy. He sniffles, his eyes stinging with tears. He isn’t sure why he's crying. Maybe because Trinity would be mad he got her clothes dirty. Or maybe because his knees and shoulder hurt. Or maybe because he just embarrassed himself by jerking off for one of his bosses then throwing up.
Jack returns soon, holding some clean clothes for Dennis. He helps Dennis up, then hands him the clothes. Dennis puts on the shirt, and Jack helps hold him steady while he bends down to put on the shorts. They are Jack's and Dennis enjoys that they smell like him.
“You should brush your teeth.” Jack says.
“But I'm so tired.” Dennis whines.
“Vomit's bad for the teeth. C'mon.” Jack says as he grabs a spare toothbrush from the drawer.
Dennis sighs, “Finee.” He grabs the toothbrush and Jack fishes out some toothpaste. Jack watches as Dennis brushes his teeth. Jack’s phone feels heavy in his pocket, he probably shouldn’t have filmed that, but he knows he isn’t going to be able to bring himself to delete it.
Once Dennis finishes Jack walks out of the bathroom, Dennis follows.
“Okay. Bed time, yeah?” Jack says.
“Mhm.” Dennis says, flopping down onto the bed, then spreads out, blinking up at Jack.
“You’re trouble, you know?” Jack looks down at Dennis.
“Yeah.”
“Alright. Go to sleep.” Jack starts to walk out of the room, “Goodnight, Dennis.”
“Goodnight, Jack.” Dennis says.
Jack leaves the room, going to the living room. He isn’t tired, plus he needs to wait for Dennis’ clothes to be done washing so he can dry them. He sits on the couch, taking off his prosthesis and massaging his stump. He sighs softly.
--
Dennis wakes the next day with a throbbing pain in several points over his body. He quickly realizes he isn’t at home, and he sits up, groaning at the pain. He looks around. He’s in a room he doesn’t recognize in clothes that aren't his. He sees a bottle of pain meds and a glass of water on the bedside table. He grabs the bottle, shaking out two pills and taking them, then downing the water. His heart is pounding in his chest as he tries to remember last night.
He remembers drinking a lot, dancing around with Trinity, Mel taking Samira home, Vic and Trinity making out… and vaguely getting into Jack’s truck. He lets out a sigh of relief as he realizes that he isn’t in a stranger's home, he’s in Jack’s. He pulls back the covers, wincing as he sees pretty fresh large bruises on both his knees. What the hell happened? He strains his brain to try and remember but his twisting headache is acting like a shroud of mist around anything that happened after he got into Jack’s truck.
He sighs and notices his phone next to the now empty glass. He picks it up, it’s nearly noon.
“Shit.” He gets up, stumbling slightly as he heads to the door of the room.
Dennis finds Jack in the living room, asleep sitting on the couch, his crutches leaning against the side of the couch.
“Shit.” Dennis mutters, although even the quiet noise was enough to wake Jack.
“What’s wrong?” Jack asks, his voice thick with sleep.
“I’m late!” He says.
“It’s your day off.” Jack says, yawning.
Dennis blinks, then looks a bit embarrassed, “Oh, right.”
Jack smirks lightly, looking up at Dennis, “Did you sleep okay?”
“Yeah.” He fidgets lightly with his hands. God, Jack’s morning voice was insanely hot.
Jack’s eyes trace over Dennis’ body, stopping on his bruised knees, “I’ve got some bruise cream.”
“That would be great.” Dennis shifts his weight from one foot to the other, “Do you, uh, know what happened?”
Jack knew that he wouldn’t remember last night, and it makes him feel a bit worse for filming, even just watching that. “You went to throw up in the toilet and your knees hit the floor pretty hard.”
Dennis nods once, “I see.”
“You might have a bruise on your shoulder, too.” Jack says.
Dennis rolled up his sleeve, and sure enough there was a bruise, it wasn’t as bad as the ones on his knees, though.
Jack retrieves the crutches, lifting himself up, “Come on, I’ll get you the cream.”
Jack leads Dennis to a hallway closet where he has several first aid kits and just about every over the counter medicine he could find. He likes to feel prepared and this helps him feel in control, and when he’s in control he has no reason to panic. He has it sorted so he can find what he needs quickly. He grabs the tube of bruise cream and offers it to Dennis.
“Need help?” Jack asks.
Dennis’ cheeks dust with pink, “No, I’m good. Thank you.”
Jack nods and the two head back to the living room, settling back on the couch. Dennis applies the cream to his knees. There's silence for a moment before Dennis speaks again.
“Sorry if I was… too weird last night. I really don’t remember last night but I was probably weird.” Dennis says nervously. He has a crush on Jack and he doesn’t have a filter when he’s drunk so he’s pretty confident that he must’ve said something.
“No, you weren't too weird.” Jack says with, surprisingly, no hesitation. He isn’t quite sure of the moral implications of deciding not to let Dennis know that he jerked off in front of him and that Jack had filmed it, and maybe he doesn’t really want to unpack his decision to not tell him.
Dennis was relieved, although Jack didn’t say he wasn’t weird at all, which was slightly worrying but clearly whatever Dennis did wasn’t bad enough for Jack to be uncomfortable.
“You probably want to get home soon, huh?” Jack asks.
Dennis nods absentmindedly as he rubs the cream into his shoulder, staring at the floor in front of his feet.
“D’you want some food first?” Jack asks.
Dennis looks up to him, “Uh, no, that’s alright.”
“You sure?” Jack tits his head.
Dennis gulps softly as his eyes meet Jack’s, “Yeah, I’m sure.” He finishes with the cream and goes to hand the tube back to Jack.
He holds up his hand, shaking his head, “Keep it, I’ve got extras.”
“Oh, okay.”
Jack nods then gets up, “I’ll be back.” He says before heading off down the hallway with his crutches.
Dennis turns the tube around in his hands as he sits in silence. He gets a notification on his phone and he pulls it out, his head protesting slightly as he looks at the screen.
Trin
r u alive ?
Huckleberry
yes, coming home soon
Trin
bring back food
im hunrgy af
Huckleberry
🙄
Trin
is that a yes ??
Huckleberry
i guess
“You ready?” Jack asks, making Dennis jump slightly.
Dennis looks up, Jack is now in different clothes with his prosthetic leg on and is holding some folded clothes, Dennis stands, pocketing his phone and the bruise cream, “Yeah. Uh, Trinity wants me to bring back food if we could stop somewhere?”
Jack nods, “No problem. What are you thinking?”
“Probably just pizza.” He shrugs.
“Copy that.” Jack holds out the clothes, “Here, I washed them.”
Dennis blinks before realizing those were Trinity’s clothes he was wearing last night. Of course Jack would have them, he woke up in different clothes. He takes them from Jack.
He must have seemed confused, because Jack offers clarification, “You got vomit on them.”
Dennis flushes with embarrassment as a vague memory resurfaces of him crying because Trinity would be mad he got them messy, “Right. Thanks.”
“Let’s go.” Jack says, turning to walk to the door.
Dennis follows behind, throwing on his shoes that sit by the door. He expected Jack to have him change out of his clothes first, but Jack doesn’t seem to care as they both head outside, back to Jack’s truck. Dennis gets into the passenger seat, laying the clothes on his lap and buckling in. Jack gets into the driver seat, bucking himself in as well. He starts the truck and backs out of the driveway.
Neither of them speak, Dennis fidgeting with his hands. Jack is keeping his eyes on the road. He didn’t ask from what place Dennis wanted the pizza from, so he just heads to his favorite pizza place, hoping it'll be okay.
Dennis furrows his eyebrows once they pull into the parking lot, “This place is way too expensive.”
Right, Dennis is still a med student and Santos is still an intern, Jack shrugs, “I’ll pay.”
“Wha- no, you don’t have to.” Dennis protests.
“I want to.” Jack says.
“But-”
“Kid.” Jack interrupts. Dennis shuts his mouth and his cheeks turn pink. It’s satisfying to have this effect on him even when he’s sober, “I have an attending’s salary and I live alone. It’s really no issue.”
“Are you sure?” Dennis asks, giving Jack his sad puppy-dog eyes.
Jack sighs softly, “I wouldn’t be offering if I wasn’t sure.”
“...Okay. Thanks.” Dennis fidgets with his hands. He seemed to do that a lot, rubbing his palms together, pulling at his fingers, picking at the skin near his nails.
They head inside and order the pizza, waiting in silence. Dennis again tries his best to remember the events of the previous night. He remembers Jack paying for Trinity and Victoria’s uber and Robby paying their tab. He bounces his leg absentmindedly.
“You alright?” Jack leans in.
“Just thinking.” Dennis replies.
“What about?”
“Last night.”
Jack tilts his head.
Dennis takes a breath, “I feel like I’m forgetting something important that happened.” He rubs the back of his neck.
Jack shrugs, “Nothing important happened.”
“But something did happen?” Dennis asks.
“You kinda came onto me.” Jack smirks.
Dennis blushes intensely, “Oh my God. I’m so sorry.”
Jack laughs softly, “Don’t worry about it, kid. I liked it.”
Dennis lets out a small whimper, then covers his mouth, his face turning even redder. The pizza is ready and Jack goes up to the counter to retrieve it.
“Let's go.” He nods to Dennis.
Dennis gets up and follows Jack out the door, still flustered, embarrassed, and confused. They get back into Jack’s truck, the smell of the pizza filling the truck. Jack is smirking to himself as he starts the engine and pulls out of the parking lot.
“Did- did we like… have sex?” Dennis asks nervously.
Jack chuckles slightly, a bit taken aback by his directness, “No. No, you were too drunk. You think that wouldn't be important enough for me to tell you?”
“Uh- I was just making sure.” Dennis says. He holds the pizza boxes on his lap, tapping the top of them with his fingers.
“But, I could… make arrangements if you wanted to.” Jack says, glancing at Dennis.
Dennis’ face is red, again, and he coughs, “Wow. You would want to? With me?”
“Of course.” Jack says, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Dennis just blinks. One of the crushes that he’s had since basically the start of his rotation, a man nearly twice his age and his superior, wants to have sex… with him?
Jack taps his fingers on the steering wheel, “You can say no, I just thought-”
Dennis cuts him off, “I’d love to.”
Jack smirks softly, “Great. I’ll make some plans, then.”
Dennis nods, still stunned, as they pull into the parking lot of his apartment building.
“I’ll text you later, yeah?” Jack says.
Dennis nods, “Yeah. See you later.” Dennis gets out of the car, pizza boxes and clothes in hand as he shuts the truck door with his hip and heads to the apartment building. He looks back as Jack waves and starts to drive away. Dennis heads into the building, up the elevator to the third floor, and heads into the apartment.
Trinity is laying on the couch, her head in Victoria’s lap, some show playing on the TV. Trinity looks over once he steps in.
“Jeez, finally.” She says, sitting up, then raising an eyebrow when she sees the boxes he’s holding.
“Abbot paid.” Dennis offers as an explanation. He still feels like his cheeks are tinted pink as he steps further into the apartment, setting the boxes on the coffee table.
“Wow, he’s really becoming your sugar daddy, huh?” Trinity grins as she opens a box.
“What’s up with those bruises?” Victoria asks.
Trinity pauses with a slice of pizza halfway to her mouth, “Jeez, suck a lot of dick?”
Dennis scoffs, “No.” He sits next to her.
“You were wasted last night, how would you have remembered?” Victoria jokes as she grabs a slice for herself.
“Because he said we didn’t have sex.” Dennis says, taking a slice as well.
“You had to ask?” Trinity asks, her mouth full.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Dennis rolls his eyes.
“Are you wearing his clothes?” Victoria asks, amused.
“The ones I was wearing got dirty.” Dennis says, then takes a bite.
Trinity speaks again, “Did you wake up naked?”
Dennis chews and swallows, “No, I woke up in his clothes.”
Usually, Dennis would think that Trinity would be teasing him about this situation, but she seems more serious somehow.
“Do you have any other bruises?” She asks.
“On my shoulder?” He says, raising an eyebrow.
“And none of this is a red flag to you?”
“Trin, what are you talking about?” Dennis puts down his slice and turns to her. Victoria just watches, intrigued.
Trinity runs a hand down her face, “You went home with him wasted as fuck and you woke up with bruises and different clothes…?”
Dennis furrows his eyebrows, “Trin. Are you saying that he assaulted me?”
Trinity hesitates, “No. I’m just saying… it’s a possibility.”
Dennis shakes his head, “No, he- he didn’t do anything to me.”
“Do you remember last night?” She asks, her voice uncharacteristically soft.
Dennis lets out a half-scoff and half-chuckle, “You’re not serious, right?”
Trinity just looks at him, her eyebrows slightly upturned.
“I trust him. I was drunk and ran into a wall, then when I went to throw up, which is why my clothes were dirty, I kneeled too hard.” Dennis says.
“You threw up?” Trinity asks.
“I was drunk! It was from the liquor." Dennis takes a breath, “Trinity, I’m glad you are concerned for me, but I trust him. He didn’t hurt me. He wouldn’t hurt me.”
Trinity nods reluctantly, “Okay. I trust you. You would tell me if he, or anyone else, did, right?”
“Yes, I- of course.” Dennis says.
The mood is a bit more tense now as they continue eating. Dennis doesn’t know the details, but he knows that Trinity is a sexual assault survivor, so he doesn’t blame her for getting suspicious at a situation that, admiralty, has a few red flags.
--
Jack gets home, his mind racing. He offered to make a plan with Dennis to hook up, and Dennis said yes. He knew that Dennis was into him, obviously, but he still feels some victory in getting him to actually agree to that.
He starts down the hallway to get to his bedroom, but as he passes by the guest room, noticing the sheets still disheveled from Dennis sleeping there. He walks into the room, picking up the top sheets to fold them. He notices Dennis’ smell lingering on the sheets and he brings it up to his nose, inhaling the scent. He doesn’t care if it’s weird, who’s around to judge him?
He thinks back to the events of last night, Dennis pressing up against him, his breath smelled of liquor as he rolled his hips against Jack. It took a lot of restraint for Jack not to pounce on him right there, but it was definitely worth it for having Dennis agree when he was sober instead.
But, God, the boy making him watch as he jerked off was incredibly hot. He didn’t think Dennis had it in him to act like that, even if it was just the alcohol giving him confidence. He sits on the edge of the bed, fishing his phone out of his pocket. He opens his gallery, clicking on the video he took last night.
Dennis beautifully spread out, his skin flushed deep, soft whimpers coming from his pretty pink lips. God, Dennis is intoxicating. Jack watches the video a couple times, and he hasn’t been able to get hard from watching videos in quite some time, but watching this he can feel himself getting more worked up with each time he watches Dennis finish.
Soon, he notices a bulge in his pants that he decides to fish out. He rubs the tip of his cock with his thumb, his eyes focused on the looping video. He spits on his hand, slowly stroking himself. Dennis’ whimpers and moans are like music to his ears, each one sending a jolt down his spine. He matches Dennis’ pace, his breathing getting heavier. Dennis moaning Jack- I’m gonna cum through the speakers is like heaven. His thoughts stop wandering, just the need to cum replacing them as he works himself harder. His hips start bucking up slightly, chasing his orgasm. His thighs tense up, his hand moving more erratically. He groans as he’s pushed over the limit, cumming onto his own hand. He pants heavily, as he comes down from his high.
Damn, he’s a pervert, isn’t he? Jerking off to a video of a boy half his age that he filmed while the kid was too drunk to properly consent. Maybe he is a pervert but that was the easiest he’d came in ages, so he can’t really bring himself to feel that bad about it. He turns off his phone, tucking himself back into his pants. He goes over to the bathroom to clean himself off.
A thought crosses his mind, one that definitely proves that he isn’t a great man. He thinks about Robby seeing this, and how jealous he would be. He would probably freak out a bit. That would be satisfying to watch. Jack doesn’t quite get it, but something about Robby being jealous just makes him satisfied. He loves watching Robby’s eyes narrow whenever he flirts with Dennis, how he obviously tries to interrupt. Seeing the look on Robby’s face that Jack got to see Dennis like this first, that Dennis is his now… that would be so satisfying.
--
Jack’s shift was long and stressful. Aggressive drunk guys, a lethal overdose, a case of abuse, a failed suicide attempt. But, he has a plan that’ll make him feel better.
“Hey.” Jack nods at Dana as she comes in.
“Rough night?” Dana asks, looking over her glasses as she sips her coffee.
“Yup.” Jack sighs, stretching his arms behind his back, “Gonna get some air before Robby gets here.”
Dana nods, “Don’t go jumpin’ off.”
“Yeah, wouldn’t dream of it.” Jack says as he leaves, making his way to the elevator. He can see her shake her head as the elevator starts to close.
Robby arrives just a couple minutes later, making his way through the waiting room and out onto the floor.
“Hello, hello.” Robby greets Dana.
“Hey.” Dana says, “Nightshift was a shitshow.”
“Jack?” Robby asks, looking around as he leans on the counter in front of Dana.
“Gettin’ air.” Dana sighs.
Robby nods, tapping his hand on the counter as he straightens up, “I'll go get him.”
When Robby opens the door to the roof, his eyes going to Jack’s usual spot, he notices, miraculously, Jack is on the correct side of the railing. He's looking at something on his phone, Robby hears a little bit of something coming from the speakers, but it's too far away to properly hear.
Robby walks closer, as the noises become clearer they sound suspiciously like moans. Robby raises an eyebrow and clears his throat slightly, but Jack makes no move to hide whatever he's watching. Robby comes up behind Jack and, curiosity getting the best of him, glances over his shoulder.
Robby’s eyes widen, his jaw drops. What he sees on Jack’s screen is a recording of Whitaker touching himself, spread out on a bed, wearing the clothes he wore to the bar the other night.
“Jack.” Robby’s voice is horse, “What the fuck is that?”
Jack looks back at Robby, a smug smirk on his face, “Exactly what it looks like, brother.” He turns the screen off, slipping his phone into his pocket.
Robby’s mind is a jumbled mess of different thoughts and emotions, arousal, anger, disgust, concern, guilt, and, admittedly, even jealousy. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing really comes out.
Jack just looks infuriatingly amused. He wanted Robby to see that. Robby finally is able to form some words, “Why do you have that?”
“He put on a show for me. I just decided to film it to keep it longer.” Jack shrugs like this is just a casual situation.
“That's highly unprofessional, not to mention inappropriate.” Robby says.
“You're only saying that because you wish he did this to you, huh?” Jack gives a wolfish grin.
“Jesus Christ, Jack.” Robby runs a hand down his face, trying to keep his anger, and arousal, in check.
Jack pats Robby on the back and heads off without another word. Robby doesn’t know what he would even say if he stopped him, so he just let him go. Robby leans against the railing, hanging his head. He isn't sure he'll be able to get that out of his head, the image of Whitaker’s face flushed red as he strokes his cock… the sound of his moans. Robby growls, annoyed and angry.
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“So… you're going to have sex with him?” Trinity asks, breaking the silence of the car ride.
Dennis absentmindedly rubs the healing bruises on his knees, “Uh. Yeah. That's the plan.”
“And you're sure you, like, want to?” Trinity asks.
“Trin.” Dennis looks at her.
“Just making sure.” She mumbles, combing the hair out of her face with one hand while the other rests on the steering wheel.
“You know, I could've driven myself.” Dennis says.
“No way, Huckleberry, I don’t trust you with my car. You drive like a maniac.” Trinity shakes her head.
“I do not!” Dennis protests.
“Yes you do.” Trinity says, “Plus, Rogerina doesn't like men.”
Dennis rolls his eyes, “Yeah, whatever.”
The rest of the drive is just Trinity talking about something that Dennis only half listens to. His heart is pounding in his chest as they get closer to Jack's place. He fidgets with his hands, watching the city pass by as they get into a more urban part of town. Dennis really can’t believe that this is actually happening. It feels so unbelievable that Jack wanted to have sex with him, and now that it’s about to happen is crazy.
Trinity pulls into Jack’s driveway, “Okay, uh, use a condom. Don’t be stupid, I guess.”
“Jeez, you’re not my mom, Trin.” Dennis groans.
“Good.” Trinity rolls her eyes but shoots him a playful smirk.
Dennis gets out of the car, shooing her away before he walks up the driveway. He takes a deep breath and knocks on the front door. He fidgets with the sleeve of his jacket as he waits by the door. It feels like forever before it opens (although it was only really a couple seconds), and Jack is standing on the other side, in a tight t-shirt and shorts, holding onto his crutches.
“C’mon in.” Jack says with a smile, stepping aside.
Dennis steps inside, his heart pounding behind his ribcage. It's not like it's his first time, but he's still incredibly nervous. In fact, the last time he was this nervous was his first time. It was an older man back in Nebraska who invited him to a motel, he had to bribe one of his brothers to help him sneak out that night.
“How are you feeling?” Jack asks as he closes the door.
“Nervous.” Dennis says.
“Do you wanna watch a movie or something? Ease into it?” Jack asks.
“Yeah, sure.”
They head inside, settling next to each other on the couch. Jack turns on some random light-hearted movie that Dennis has never heard of. Jack has his arm around Dennis, his thumb rubbing back and forth on Dennis’ shoulder. The repetitive motion is calming, and about halfway through the movie Dennis feels he's finally built up enough confidence.
He moves before he can psych himself out, straddling Jack's lap with a swift move. Jack lets out a surprised grunt, but quickly smirks up at Dennis.
“Ready?” Jack asks.
Dennis nods, his lips finding Jack’s. Jack’s hands find Dennis' lower back, slipping under his shirt to rest on the bare skin as he pulls him closer. Their lips clash messily, one of Dennis’ hands slipping up Jack’s shirt, moving up to his chest. The sounds of the movie play, although neither of them pay attention to that now, just focusing on the heavy breathing and the sound of lips against lips.
Dennis rolls his hips, earning a small groan from Jack, who then bites Dennis’ lower lip, stopping the kiss, then moves his kisses down to Dennis’ neck. The boy arches his back beautifully, pressing harder into Jack. Jack drinks up every little reaction, every caught breath, every twitch of the hips, every small whimper and whine for more.
Jack pulls back, faced with the younger man's beautiful flushed face with his pupils blown in his blue eyes. “Bedroom?” Jack asks through his own heavy breaths.
Dennis nods, getting off of Jack’s lap and retrieving the nearby crutches. Jack takes them with a nod, lifting himself off the couch. They don't even bother to turn off the movie as they head to Jack's bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, Jack takes a seat on the edge of the bed, leaning his crutches against the bedside table. Dennis quickly pounces back onto Jack, straddling him again and attacking his neck with kisses. Jack takes care of Dennis’ jacket, tossing it onto the floor behind them. Dennis pauses his kisses for a moment, helping Jack to remove his shirt.
“Beautiful.” Jack mutters, tracing his hands down Dennis’ flushed body.
“Your turn.” Dennis breathes out, his hands going to the hem of Jack's shirt. Jack lets the boy remove his shirt and it joins the growing pile on the floor. Dennis groans appreciatively, dipping his head to take a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it as he grinds into Jack’s lap.
“Eager, huh kid?” Jack teases.
Dennis responds with a bite.
“Ow, okay, fair enough.” Jack laughs.
Dennis pulls off with a small smirk and those big blue pleading eyes, “I want you to fuck me.”
Jack groans, “Mm, of course I'll fuck you.”
Dennis smiles victoriously, getting off of Jack's lap. He strips the rest of his clothes, exposing his pretty cock, erect and leaking. Jack tosses his phone out of his pocket and onto the bed, then strips himself as well. Dennis’ eyes trace his body, his expression full of lust.
“Lay down.” Jack says, nodding to the bed. Dennis obeys, laying in the middle of the bed and spreading out. Jack retrieves lube and condoms, setting them on the bed as he kneels in between Dennis’ legs, hovering over him and pressing kisses to his collarbones. He gets the lube, squirting a bit on his fingers.
Dennis squirms slightly as Jack presses a finger on his hole, the cold lube making him shiver. Jack eases his finger in, leaning over Dennis and sucking on his collarbone. Dennis breathes slowly and deeply as Jack adds another finger.
“Good?” Jack asks, his voice gravely yet soft.
“Yeah.” Dennis breathes out.
Jack hums and continues to work Dennis open.
Dennis whines softly, “More, please.”
“Patience, baby.” Jack purrs as he strokes Dennis’ prostate.
Dennis moans softly and his cock twitches. He can feel every little bit of Jack’s fingers inside him and he needs more. He needs Jack’s cock to fuck him right now, fuck him until he can’t feel anything else. Jack adds a third finger, Dennis arches his back slightly as he feels the stretch.
“How’s that? You think you’re ready?” Jack asks.
Dennis nods desperately, “Yes, yeah.”
Jack smirks, “Mm, I don’t know, you could use a bit more prep.”
“Jack.” Dennis whines, “Please. I’m ready.”
Jack shakes his head, continuing to finger Dennis. Dennis moans pitifully.
After what feels like forever of Jack teasing him (less than three minutes), Jack finally pulls his fingers out of Dennis, “Flip over.”
Dennis quickly obeys, getting on his hands and knees. Jack opens a condom, rolling it over his cock, then he places a hand on Dennis’ upper back, pushing him into the mattress. Dennis doesn’t fight it. Jack presses his tip into Dennis, who moans softly. Jack slowly inches further into Dennis, groaning as he’s enveloped by the heat. His thrusts start off slow and deep, each one earning him a beautiful moan from Dennis.
“More.” Dennis pleads, panting heavily.
Jack obliges, thrusting quicker, his hand pressing further into Dennis’ back. The room is filled with grunts, moans, heavy breathing, and skin against skin. The air is getting thick and sticky, sweat starting to coat both men.
A sharp ringing from Jack’s phone cuts through the thick air, and he would’ve just ignored it if he didn’t see the caller ID. Robby. How would Robby react to him answering while fucking Dennis?
Jack smirks as he picks up the phone and answers, “Whaddya callin’ for, brother? I’m a bit busy?” He asks, grunting and panting into the phone, Dennis’ moans can probably be heard on the other end.
“The fuck are you doing?” Robby asks over the phone.
“Dennis, say hi.” Jack says, turning the phone on speaker and placing it on the mattress.
Dennis only moans in response.
“What. The. Fuck.” Jack can hear the jealousy and anger in Robby’s voice. A bit of arousal too.
“Did you need something?” Jack asks, thrusting harder into Dennis, making his moans louder.
“I- no? Yes? It can wait.” Robby says.
“Alright.” Jack says, although he makes no effort to hang up, instead he grabs Dennis’ hair and pulls it, continuing to thrust.
“Ah- fuck!” Dennis moans.
Robby has gone quiet, but Jack knows that Robby hasn’t hung up, he’s just listening to the show. Jack chuckles to himself. Calling Robby a pervert would be probably hypocritical, but hey, Jack’s the one in bed with Dennis right now.
“I’m- I’m close.” Dennis pants.
“Cum for me, baby.” Jack smirks widely as he leans down, wrapping his arms around Dennis as he thrusts, biting Dennis’ shoulder. A few more thrusts has Dennis crying out delightfully, cumming over the bedsheets.
“Good, good boy.” Jack murmurs, kissing the bite mark he left. His thrusts returned to the slow pace when they started. Dennis’ walls squeezing around him and each little whine as his cock brushes past Dennis’ prostate tip Jack over the edge as well, and he spills into the condom with a groan.
Jack can hear Robby’s heavy breathing through the phone before Dennis hangs up the call.
“Was that alright?” Jack asks through heavy pants, nodding towards the phone.
“Yes. That was hot.” Dennis says with a fucked-out smirk.
“Good.” Jack says, pressing his lips to Dennis’, a lazy kiss as they both come down from their highs.