Work Text:
“Fuck,” Dennis whined as the vibrations of the toy buzzed, causing his hole to contract around it. It was a rare day that Trinity had been scheduled for a shift and he hadn’t—an occurrence so rare, in fact, that Dennis, for the first time today, had been able to rip open the packaging that his new vibrator had come in, nearly two months after he had ordered it.
It wasn’t like the ordering process had been easy either—he had spent days refreshing his email for confirmation of the delivery, rushing up the steps to the apartment every day in the hopes that he would intercept the box on the front step before Trinity could quirk an eyebrow at him, interrogating him about his special package or whatever she would have called it.
By some stroke of luck from a god that Dennis rarely prayed to, the toy had been delivered one early morning before a shift. The doorbell rang, Dennis grabbed the package from the stoop, and Trinity, taking her time in the shower, had been none the wiser.
With the excruciatingly thin walls in their apartment, Dennis hadn’t dared to try out the toy when he knew Trinity was at home, or even when he knew she had stepped out for a date with Garcia or to the grocery store. He was too paranoid about these things, after growing up with three older tormentors—brothers—he could practically hear his mom scolding him in his head. No privacy in a farm house to explore jerking off meant that Dennis had grown accustomed to a quick session in the shower and only when he really needed it. The toy was… well, it was simultaneously a gift and a torture device.
Graduating from medical school meant that Dennis was no longer afraid of repercussions if his… thing for Robby ever manifested. Not that he ever even let himself think for more than ten seconds about it manifesting into anything. But… Robby’s hands had been all over Dennis since the day he stepped foot in the Pitt and, the virginal, previously repressed, gay boy that he was, it had been downhill for Dennis ever since.
So, the vibrator was a gift that he had splurged on after graduating, figuring that the demands of residency would warrant more frequent masturbation. The vibrator was also torture because the only thing Dennis found he could think of, even the first time he was using the toy, was Robby pressing into him instead.
Dennis let his legs spread wider as he readjusted his grip on the vibrator, trying desperately to find his prostate. Not that Dennis had ever been particularly successful finding his prostate without a vibrator, but… virgin that he was, he had still watched his fair share of porn. He had also watched or assisted with his fair share of prostate exams and the number of people turned on, even involuntarily, made him eager to experience the feeling himself. Imagining someone else fingering him, finding his prostate, massaging it slowly… imagining calloused hands instead of his own and a beard against his throat…
“R…” Dennis felt his lips forming the first letter of his name and shook himself out of his reverie and back into his own body. Even if Dennis didn’t care about repercussions anymore, he still felt a pit in his stomach at the thought of moaning his boss’s name while a vibrator was shoved inside of him.
Dennis kicked the sheets out of the way as he refocused his energy into trying to find his prostate. Although the vibrator itself had been a splurge, that didn’t mean it was fancy. Dennis was still well aware of his financial situation and had only allowed himself to spend a meager thirty dollars on his own graduation gift. The vibrator was a glossy silver and slim enough that Dennis had felt he could get it inside of him on the first try—he was too antsy to get one that he had to adjust to.
His fingers were grazing his hole as he rotated the vibrator inside of himself, searching what felt like endlessly, for his mysterious prostate. It wasn’t that it didn’t still feel fucking incredible; his hard cock leaking against his stomach was proof of that. Dennis was getting frustrated with himself; he had studied this, he had practiced it in the field, he knew where his prostate was. And yet, it felt so different from the other way around, trying (and, apparently, failing) to find it inside of himself.
He sighed, readjusting his grip on the vibrator as he turned over slightly, reaching with his other hand to grab the lube that rested on his nightstand (luckily, a free gift with purchase of the vibrator) when he felt his fingers grasping only air and the vibrator slipped out of his hand. Dennis tried to get a grip on the small portion of the vibrator still reachable but the slight tinge of panic rising in his body caused his hole to clench and the vibrator to slip fully inside of him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Dennis chanted as he abandoned the lube, spreading his ass with one hand, reaching fingers inside of himself until they cramped, able to touch the vibrator, but unable to get a grip on it. He flipped over until he was on all fours, spreading his hips as wide as they could go. He tried desperately to use all of the muscles in his body to push it out of him, but could feel it slipping further and further inside, resting fully against his prostate now. Dennis knew that if it got any further inside of him, it could cause real damage.
The panic, combined with the fact that he was harder than he had ever been in his life, clouded his thoughts. His judgment was nonexistent. The only thing that Dennis could focus on was getting this vibrator out of him. That was how he found himself walking through the ambulance bay of the Pitt.
On the Uber ride over that he had decided was worth sparing the money, he had had a chance to decide that this was his best option. Every bump on the road caused the vibrator to shift further inside him, his prostate aching with how sensitive it was. Dennis crossed his legs, hoping beyond hope that the Uber driver could not see his very much noticeable erection beneath the loosest pair of pants he owned. The fog that was clouding his brain had been able to break for a minute to let his doctor brain supply him with a list as to why going to his place of work in this case was the best option.
One, PTMC was the closest emergency room to the apartment. On nice days, he and Trinity could walk home and debrief their shift. The Uber was going to take all of five minutes to get there. Dennis knew those five minutes were going to be agony, but they would have been anyway.
Two, after the “no phones” policy that had been recently implemented by Gloria, there was no way he could call Trinity and ask for her advice or, god forbid, help. Not that he would have wanted to, of course. It was just—well, Trinity was the best friend he had. And she was a doctor, after all. He would have been humiliated and teased for the rest of his life, but he trusted her. However, without calling straight into the central hub and having to talk to a nurse first, raising all kinds of suspicion, there was no way for him to get in contact with Trin.
Three (and related), Dennis didn’t really have other friends outside of the Pitt. Sure, there were a few people who he had met in med school who he would have happily picked up the phone to if he had a suspicious mole or an ingrown toenail. This? There was no way.
Four (and maybe most importantly), Dennis knew that if he did not get this vibrator out of him, and soon, it could cause permanent damage. He didn’t even want to know what kind of damage could be caused. He was sure that, somewhere in his doctor brain, he had the answer, but the only thing he could think about was getting it out.
Five, if he did not get the vibrator out soon, he was going to come. Hard.
So, Dennis found himself asking the Uber driver to drop him off around the corner. He steeled himself, and walked purposefully and quickly towards the ambulance bay, desperate to attract as little attention as possible. And, as the double doors opened, promptly stumbled straight into Robby.
“Whoa, hey man, sorry, this is the ambulance bay, you need to go around to the front to the waiting… Whitaker?” Robby spit out quickly, clearly a routine sentiment, surprise spilling across his features as he realized who had walked right into him. He grabbed Dennis’ biceps, gently massaging them, clearly without thought. Dennis gasped at the touch, a small moan slipping out before he could stop it. “Are you okay?” Robby stepped back, ducking his head to get a look at Dennis’ face. The movement caused the vibrator to press hard against Dennis and, as he met Robby’s eyes, a much louder moan tore its way out of his throat.
Robby’s eyebrows shot up his forehead and Dennis felt his cheeks flame as Robby’s eyes swept his body, looking for signs of obvious injury, before landing on his crotch. As much as Dennis could try to hide it, to a trained medical professional (to anybody really), it was clear something was going on. Dennis could only squeak out a response. “I, umm… Dr. Robby, there’s… I have a, uh…”
The heat of Robby’s hands on his biceps left and Dennis immediately wanted them back on him. It was as if Robby could read his mind, as he slung an arm around Dennis’ shoulders and leaned down to whisper, “we’ll find you a room.” Dennis walked tentatively in step with Robby, trying desperately not to shift more than necessary.
The normal day shift, minus Dennis, were working today, and Dennis thanked whoever was watching over him that Robby was so well-versed in the layout of the Pitt that he was able to avoid contact with anyone he knew. Robby showed him to South 14, a room relatively quiet and out of the way, all things considered.
Dennis stood in the middle of the room, his back to Robby, wanting more than anything to not have to turn around and face the object of his desires. He heard Robby shut the door behind them and pull the curtain in front of the window, blocking out any potentially questioning looks. Dennis could feel Robby staring at his back and Dennis slowly turned around. Robby was pointedly not looking at his crotch as he motioned with his head towards the bed. “Sit,” he commanded, taking his place on the stool. When Dennis didn’t move, Robby slowly rolled forward, backing Dennis up until he felt the backs of his thighs bump against the bed. “What did you take?” Robby asked, a hint of curiosity and… something else lilting in his voice.
“I didn’t, umm. I didn’t take anything,” Dennis said, gasping as Robby rolled a few inches closer, until Dennis had no choice but to fall backwards onto the bed, the vibrator pushing impossibly deeper inside of him. How had the damn thing not run out of battery life yet? Dennis let out a moan and covered his mouth, refusing to look at Robby. He clutched his hand in the fabric of his pants. This was by far the closest he had been to actually coming.
After a silent moment, when the overwhelming sensation had passed, Dennis glanced up through his lashes at Robby. Robby’s mouth was agape and Dennis couldn’t help but notice the slight flush that was spotting high on his cheekbones as Robby cleared his throat and turned towards the computer. Was he looking for a distraction? “I see,” Robby murmured. “Tell me, Dr. Whitaker,” Dennis nearly came at the use of his title from Robby in this situation, “what happened?”
As embarrassing as this was going to be, Dennis knew he would have to tell someone eventually. As he regaled the story as quickly as possible to Robby, he ran through the list of every other doctor working in the Pitt today and came to the conclusion, crush aside, that Robby really was his best option. Trinity was second best, but… as he had already thought about, it would have been humiliating. Dr. McKay, Dr. Mohan, Dr. King, god forbid Dr. Langdon… Robby was the best choice by far.
“And I knew that if it stayed in any longer, there could be permanent damage and I don’t want to give myself a perforation by trying to do it myself, so…” Dennis finished quickly, staring at the floor. After Robby was silent for a moment, Dennis asked, “Dr. Robby?”
Robby was nodding and looked towards the door. It almost seemed like he was muttering to himself, before he finally stood and said, “wait here. I’ll go get what I need to… umm… yeah. And I’ll tell Dana that I’ll be in here for a bit and to have everyone go to Dr. Mohan with questions. Stay… stay here and undress your lower half. Please.” Robby seemed to say everything in one breath and before Dennis could even open his mouth to respond, Robby had opened and shut both the curtain and the door.
Surely, of course, Robby was embarrassed on Dennis’ behalf. Embarrassed that he was going to have pull a vibrator out of the ass of his first-year resident. That had to be a new one, even for Dr. Robby. Dennis groaned as he pushed himself off of the table and pulled a blanket out from the cupboard he knew they were stashed in. He shucked off his shoes and removed his pants and underwear, folding them neatly and placing them on the counter. He steeled himself to climb back up onto the bed and gasped when his bare ass met the cold bed, the vibrator once again pulsing against his prostate.
The door opened and Dennis quickly covered himself with the blanket. Not that it mattered, considering what was about to happen, but… he wanted to save his last shred of dignity before the object of every one of his sexual fantasies for the past year had to pull a vibrator out of his ass.
Robby looked a bit more composed as he sat back on the stool, snapping on a pair of gloves and coating his fingers in lube. Dennis nearly came on the spot. Robby cocked an eyebrow at the blanket. “I appreciate the sentiment, Whitaker, but you can lose the blanket, I think.” Robby stood and rounded the bed until he was standing at the bottom, Dennis rotating until he faced Robby. He gasped at their positions—he was positive he had had a sex dream identical to this once. Not wanting to waste any more time, he dropped the blanket to the floor.
All he wanted was to avoid Robby’s eyes, but… if this was the only time (and of course it would be the only time) that Robby’s fingers were going to be touching Dennis like this, he was damn sure going to enjoy it, even if it was under fraught circumstances. Dennis watched Robby swallow hard as Dennis exposed his lower half. It was silent for a moment. Dennis could feel tension in the air, thick and loud in the quiet room. “You’ll, uh…” Robby’s voice cracked slightly as he finally spoke. “You’ll have to scoot forward some. This bed doesn’t have stirrups.”
Dennis obeyed quickly and couldn’t help but notice how Robby’s eyes flashed at the quick movement. “Since we don’t have stirrups, the best position is going to have to be opening your legs as wide as you can, as close to the end of the bed as possible,” Robby said. Dennis gasped at the instruction but, of course, as with anything coming from Robby, did as he was told. He scooted forward until he felt like he might fall off the bed and spread his legs as wide as he could, moaning as the vibrator rubbed against his prostate at the shift in position. He clamped his lips shut, trying not to make noise.
Dennis looked through his spread legs at Robby and flushed as Robby let out a shallow breath. Was he…? Dennis didn’t have time to think anything further because Robby’s fingers were pressing against his hole. He moaned, clamping a hand over his mouth. Nobody had ever touched him there before and even through the latex glove, underneath it all was Robby.
Robby cleared his throat and Dennis chanced a glance towards the end of the bed. Out of his periphery, he saw his cock, still hard against his stomach, leaking dribbles of precome. He also saw Robby shake his head slightly before letting the moment pass and looking up at Dennis. “Whitaker, I’m going to need you to relax for me,” Robby said.
“Easier said than done, Captain,” Dennis managed to let out a breath. His stomach clenched at Robby’s smirk at his joke. He focused all of his energy on relaxing all of the muscles in his body.
“Good, Whitaker,” Robby praised, carefully dragging the tips of his fingers around and around Dennis’ rim, probably in some attempt to help relax him. Really, it was just causing Dennis to have to clench his leg muscles so that he didn’t press forward into the touch. “That’s right, that’s good.” The praise sang through Dennis’ body, goosebumps rising on his bare legs.
Dennis let out a shaky breath as Robby kept making circles around his hole. He knew he needed to relax, he knew that the vibrator needed to get out, but… this was going to be the only time Robby ever touched him like this. Dennis needed masturbation material for the rest of his residency because after this, he was pretty sure nothing else was ever going to get him hard again. Just the memory of this, the memory of…
“Robby,” Dennis moaned involuntarily as Robby began to press a finger inside of him. Dennis felt the movement stop and squeezed his eyes shut. He was never going to be able to look at Robby again. He was never going to be able to face his boss again. He was going to have to apply to transfer residencies, could he realistically stay in Pittsburgh? Or would he have to…
“Whitaker.” The low timbre of Robby’s voice startled Dennis out of his spiral and his eyes slipped open, locking immediately on Robby’s.
“Dr. Robby, I am so sorry, this whole situation is just making my mind go all over the place and that was so inappropriate, please don’t report me, I really didn’t mean to, it was ju—” Dennis was cut off by an involuntary gasp that left his mouth as Robby began pressing his finger deeper again.
“It’s okay, Whitaker,” Robby murmured lowly. “Let’s just focus on getting this thing out of you, yeah?”
Dennis nodded, relief that he wasn’t going to have to retreat to Nebraska, tail between his legs, coursing through his body. He focused on his breaths, making sure to relax his hole as Robby pushed deeper inside, finally letting out a hum of approval. Dennis arched, involuntarily clenching around Robby’s finger when Robby nudged the vibrator, causing it to press against Dennis’ prostate. Dennis grabbed the base of his cock, the only thought running through his mind: “don’t come, don’t come, don’t come.” He squeezed until he felt his imminent orgasm subside.
Nervous (again), Dennis chanced a glance at Robby and nearly fell sideways off of the bed. Dennis may have been a virgin, but he had spent enough time around teenage boys in his life to know that the look on Robby’s face was one of barely controlled lust as his eyes darted between Dennis’ clenching hole and his hand tightly gripping his cock. Dennis felt his mouth fall open. He couldn’t… Robby couldn’t feel… the same? Could he?
“Inserting another finger to attempt removal, Dr. Whitaker,” Robby refocused his attention, pulling his index finger almost all the way out and pushing it, along with his middle finger, back inside. Dennis re-tightened the hold on the base of his cock, his eyes fluttering closed, as Robby explained, slightly breathlessly, “I’m going to attempt to hook my fingers around the top of the vibrator and pull it out. This will hopefully prevent perforation, further muscle tension, and any other associated issues.” Robby recited his medical spiel, lost on Dennis’ ears. Even as Dennis caught the end of it, it caused his heart to thump dangerously. It was as if Robby was… distracting himself.
Robby’s fingers scissored inside of Dennis, opening him up, and Dennis’ hand not gripping his cock shot up to muffle the whine that escaped. “Robby,” Dennis moaned again. Involuntarily, of course. Maybe the reptilian part of Dennis’ brain wanted to see what would happen. Maybe he just wanted to moan the name of the man who currently had two fingers inside of him.
Dennis’ eyes flew open as Robby’s free hand suddenly gripped Dennis’ thigh. Was Robby grounding Dennis? Himself? The two locked eyes and Dennis watched Robby’s sharp intake of air. He tightened his grip on Dennis’ thigh, pushing outward slightly so Dennis widened his hips. At the movement, the vibrator pressed further against Dennis’ prostate and Dennis whimpered, his hand still catching most of the sound.
“Want to… can you… your hand,” Dennis stumbled through his fingers, glancing down at Robby’s hand on his thigh, still sheathed by a glove. Robby’s eyes darkened and he released Dennis’ leg, bringing the glove to his mouth. He clasped the end near his wrist in his teeth, his tattoo peeking out, and shucked it off, spitting it on the floor at his feet, his gaze never leaving Dennis’.
“Holy shit,” Dennis choked at the sight in front of him as Robby gripped his thigh again, massaging the fat and muscle. Dennis was seeing heaven; he was sure of it. This was his time to go and this was his eternal reward. Robby’s fingers were soft yet calloused, kneading yet gentle. Even with the vice grip on his cock, a spurt of precome still shot out of the head of Dennis’ cock, landing on his stomach. Robby watched it with hooded eyes.
“Need you to keep relaxing for me, Whitaker,” Robby said quietly. Dennis had momentarily forgotten that Robby’s fingers were still inside of him, opening him up, in an attempt to get out the vibrator. His fingers began pushing inside further until they were pressed against the vibrator again, Dennis’ prostate raw as the vibrator once again rubbed against him.
Dennis was so close, he was so close. Yet, even after everything, even after Robby’s bare hand on him, his fingers inside of him, he still couldn’t come in front of Robby. Those were all one thing—orgasming was another. Dennis forced himself to stave off his orgasm once again as he felt Robby’s fingers press impossibly deeper. He wasn’t sure how Robby managed it, and he really didn’t care, but he could feel the vibrator traveling lower and lower, getting louder the closer it came to his entrance. Suddenly, with a wet pop and a plop on the bed, the vibrator was out and Robby was removing his fingers.
Dennis gasped. He could feel the initial panic fleeing his body while a different kind of anxiety set in. He could certainly tuck this all away under the guise of lust. Even what Robby had done, the looks, the praise, the hand on his thigh… it was all to make sure that Robby could get the vibrator out. It wasn’t anything more.
Releasing the hold on his cock was a relief. Though he was still harder than he had ever been, Dennis didn’t feel like he was any longer in imminent danger of coming. “You’re still hard,” were the first words Robby spoke after more than a minute. Dennis raised his head, locking eyes with Robby. They both glanced at Dennis’ cock, then back up at each other.
“I’m so sorry, Dr. Robby, this was one hundred percent the most embarrassing moment of my entire life, please forget this ever happened, I will go and take care of this right now and then I will get out of here and you can go back to your shift and taking care of actual patients and—” As Dennis tried to sit up, Robby ran his hands over the tops of Dennis’ thighs. Without Dennis even noticing, Robby had removed the other glove and his warm skin was rubbing against Dennis’ own.
“I can help,” Robby said quietly. Dennis’ mouth fell open. He waited for Robby to look back up at him and Dennis’ heart fluttered that it almost seemed like he was nervous. “If you…”
“Yes,” Dennis spluttered immediately. “Please, Robby, fuck,” he whined. Robby grinned and pressed a kiss to his knee and Dennis’ heart nearly stopped. Robby stood slightly, looming over Dennis, pressing kiss after kiss to his knees, his thighs, pushing at Dennis’ shirt until Dennis had the forethought to ruck it up to his armpits, Robby continuing to kiss up his stomach, his chest. Robby took a nipple in his mouth at the same time that he brushed his hand lightly over Dennis’ cock. Dennis whined, Robby suckling at his nipple, biting gently, before kissing his way up, up, up Dennis’ neck, until Robby hovered over him, one knee on the bed in between Dennis’ spread thighs.
“Since the first day I saw you,” Robby murmured against Dennis’ lips before he devoured him. Dennis’ hands flew to Robby’s hair, scratching at his scalp, as Robby kissed him and kissed him. Robby’s beard rubbed against Dennis’ cheeks and lips and neck and he knew he would have beard burn later. The press and release of lips never stopped, Dennis opening his mouth on a moan and Robby taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into Dennis’ mouth, curling it against Dennis’, exploring the roof of his mouth and the backs of his teeth until Dennis was a whining, moaning mess, mere seconds away from coming.
“Robby,” Dennis whined into his mouth and Robby pulled back slightly, the crow’s feet next to his eyes creasing as he smiled. “I didn’t think that you…”
“That I what, kid?”
The use of “kid” sent a shiver down Dennis’ spine. “Wanted me,” he admitted quietly. “I’m just a… a repressed gay kid from Nebraska. You’re… you’re you, Dr. Robby.”
“Didn’t I say? Since the first day I saw you,” Robby reiterated. “How could I ever think that a beautiful young boy like yourself would look at… me like that?”
Dennis’ eyes softened and he ran his fingertips over the wrinkle between Robby’s eyebrows. “I think you are the fantasy of many, not just me,” Dennis said, smiling when Robby leaned down to kiss him again. He gasped out a moan when Robby shifted, his stomach grazing Dennis’ leaking cock.
“Almost forgot,” Robby grinned. “Didn’t you say you wanted some help with that, Whitaker?”
“Dennis,” he whined as Robby grabbed the bottle of lube he had placed on the counter next to Dennis. “If you’re going to make me come, please at least call me Dennis,” he begged. He could barely believe the words coming out of his mouth, but his head was so full of Robby, Robby, Robby, it was as if he had no control over what he said.
“Dennis,” Robby repeated quietly, reverently, pressing a kiss to the base of Dennis’ throat. Dennis whined at the loss of heat as Robby readjusted, kneeling on the end of the bed and pushing Dennis’ legs apart. Dennis watched, breathless, as Robby squeezed lube onto his fingers and rubbed them together.
“I’m clean,” Dennis sputtered before he could stop himself. Robby cocked an eyebrow at him, quirking his lip at the comment. “I mean, I’m… I’ve never…”
Robby’s expression turned to one of surprise. “With anyone?” he asked.
Dennis shook his head—it was if shame no longer existed, the only thoughts in his head lustful and what he would have previously labeled sinful. “Never,” Dennis whispered. “Only you.”
Dennis watched, eyes wide, as Robby squeezed his eyes shut and pushed down hard on his own crotch. Dennis hadn’t even noticed, but Robby was… “hard,” Dennis whined as he let himself ogle the outline of Robby’s erection straining the front of his scrubs.
Without warning, two fingers were suddenly inside of Dennis. Dennis arched off the bed and only barely avoided a scream that would have been heard ‘round the whole Pitt by Robby swallowing it with his tongue, pressing their mouths together as he leaned forward, letting the momentum force his fingers further inside Dennis. Robby planted his free hand on the bed next to Dennis’ head, bracing himself as he fucked his fingers deeply inside Dennis’ hole.
“Have you ever come from your prostate?” Robby asked into Dennis’ mouth, his teeth biting Dennis’ bottom lip. Dennis only shook his head.
“Was trying to… with the vibrator…” he managed to gasp.
Robby kissed his way towards Dennis’ ear, whispering, “we’re going to have to have a serious talk about the appropriate sex toys to use when attempting to stimulate the prostate, Dr. Whitaker.”
The experienced doctor (and, Dennis assumed, lover) that Robby was, it took him no time at all to find Dennis’ prostate and begin massaging it in deep circles. “Right there,” he moaned. “Right there, Robby, please.”
“You beg so well, Dennis. I know you’re a good boy. And I’m the only one who gets to see it. Lucky me, hm?” Robby teased as he readjusted his hand, his fingers still teasing Dennis’ prostate, his thumb now rubbing Dennis’ perineum. The stimulation from the inside and the outside, it was…
“Too much,” Dennis whined. “Robby, it’s too much.” Dennis had never been on the edge for so long. Hell, he didn’t even know if he could have a prostate orgasm.
Robby kissed Dennis again, Dennis panting into his mouth. “I know you can come for me, baby. You wouldn’t want to disappoint me, would you?”
Dennis didn’t know if it was the “baby,” the mere idea of disappointing Robby, the fact that Robby was aggressively stimulating his prostate, or a combination of all three, but suddenly, he felt his orgasm crest and could only moan, “I’m coming, Robby, I’m coming,” as his cock erupted. Robby pulled back from Dennis’ mouth, watching Dennis’ cock spurt out burst after burst of come, seemingly unending. Dennis gasped for air, arching his back up into Robby, almost certainly getting come on Robby’s scrubs as the never-ending prostate orgasm continued to wring come out of Dennis.
“Jesus Christ, Dennis, you’re definitely virile,” Robby laughed as Dennis’ orgasm finally slowed, his cock still dribbling the last remaining bits of come. Robby kissed Dennis softly as he slowly pulled his fingers out. Dennis cracked one eye open, not even sure when he’d closed them, not even sure this wasn’t really a dream.
“You’re still…” Dennis managed, glancing down at Robby’s crotch. It was as if Robby suddenly remembered he was hard too, joining Dennis’ gaze and startling at his still-clothed erection.
“It’s okay,” Robby affirmed. “I’ll be…”
Without thinking, still in his post-orgasmic haze, Dennis sat up on his elbows, forcing Robby to lean away a bit so they didn’t crash into each other, shoving Robby’s scrubs down his thighs until his cock was freed, as hard and leaking as Dennis’ when he had arrived at the Pitt.
In this newfound confidence of knowing that Robby wanted him, Dennis gathered some of the come from his stomach and reached a hand towards Robby, stroking his cock with his own come as lube, looking up through his eyelashes at a wide-eyed, speechless Robby, a silent “is this okay?” passing between them, a nod from Robby the only response.
“Dennis,” Robby whimpered as he leaned forward to kiss Dennis. It was Dennis’ turn to lead the kiss this time, finally. Shifting so he was able to sit up more fully, Dennis held the side of Robby’s face as he licked along the seam of Robby’s lips, circling their tongues, nibbling at his lips. Dennis stroked Robby’s beard and Robby’s cock in equal rhythm, Robby collapsing forward on top of Dennis, his knees shakily holding him up as Dennis continued to stroke his cock.
“Gonna come,” Robby moaned into Dennis’ mouth.
“Come for me, Robby,” Dennis returned and felt Robby’s cock swell and spurt long ropes of come onto Dennis’ stomach, joining his own drying come. Dennis slowly stroked Robby through his orgasm, kissing him deeply, before Robby pulled back slightly and Dennis brought his own hand up to his mouth, licking off the residual come.
Robby groaned. “I can’t get hard again that fast at my old age, kid,” he knocked his forehead against Dennis and Dennis laughed.
“I can’t believe this,” Dennis said after they had taken several slow breaths together. “Not in my wildest fantasies…”
Robby pressed a kiss to Dennis’ lips, cutting him off. “I have to get back out there,” he said quietly. “And you need to get home and rest, take advantage of your day off.” Robby pulled back and off the bed, tucking his softening cock back into his scrubs and rearranging the room as it had been before. He set to work with a paper towel and soap, scrubbing off any remaining traces of come.
Dennis’ heart jumped uncomfortably as he sat up. This had been too much, hadn’t it? Even with what Robby had said, it had all been in the throes of lust… Robby turned back towards Dennis and picked up the vibrator from where it had rolled onto the floor, handing it back to Dennis. “This is not a good toy for anal play,” Robby said matter-of-factly. Dennis’ head spun. Had all of that just happened or…? “I’ll make sure to get you one with a flared base. We can try prostate orgasm with a toy next time. The right toy.”
Dennis’ chin fell to his chest as he let out a shaky breath. “Next time,” he breathed, relief flooding through him.
Robby reached forward, tilting Dennis’ chin up with his hands. “I meant what I said. Since the first day I saw you. You’re not getting rid of this old man anytime soon now.” Robby ducked down, kissing Dennis, a small groan passing between them as Dennis couldn’t help but deepen the kiss.
“What time do you get off?” Dennis whispered after they parted, carding a hand through Robby’s hair, smoothing the wrinkles around his eyes.
“Six,” Robby whispered back.
“Do you think…” Dennis started, before Robby cut him off.
“I’ll text you my address. Tell Dr. Santos you’ll see her at the beginning of shift tomorrow morning.” Robby kissed Dennis again quickly before peeking around the curtain and through the glass door. “Go back out the way we came, it’s not that busy today, nobody will see you,” Robby said over his shoulder. “See you tonight, Dennis.”
“See you tonight, Robby,” Dennis couldn’t help but grin as Robby ducked out of the room, shutting the curtain again on his way out, leaving Dennis to clean and redress himself in a giddy daze, unaware of his surroundings, so that he walked right into Trinity as he stepped out.
“Whoa, thought that room was empty… Whitaker?” The same surprised look spread across Trinity’s face that Dennis had watched appear on Robby’s face not even half an hour before. He was thankful that his orgasm had been so intense or, at the thought of Robby and all that had transpired, he might have gotten hard again. “Here on your day off? What are you, a work junkie?”
“Something like that,” Dennis ducked out of Trinity’s attempt at a grasp to keep him there. “I won’t be back tonight, Trin. See you at shift tomorrow!”
“Wait, what?” Trinity called down the hall as Dennis rounded the halls with quickness, head down (though anyone would have been able to clock the face-splitting grin), and out through the ambulance bay. He checked his phone to see that he had a text from Robby: “27 Sheffield Street. xx” This might be the single best day off from work Dennis had ever had.
—
And if, for the next several months, Dennis couldn’t help but feel a tingle of arousal when he had to see a patient in South 14, a smirk on Robby’s lips when he oversaw Dennis’ cases there, their pinkies secretly linking as Dennis presented a patient, well, nobody but the two of them had to know.