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It’s not a date per se, because they’re grabbing drinks with some of their coworkers, but Dennis and Michael haven’t gone out on a date in god-knows-how-long —perks of being second year residents, the legend was true, after all, R2 year kicked everyone’s asses— and they’re taking advantage of the more appropriate civvies they’re wearing —they’re both wearing clean jeans, for a change, Dennis stole one of Michael’s charcoal grey henleys that make his shoulders look even broader and Michael is wearing a forest green sweatshirt because he always runs cold— and the fact that their shift was just on that edge of exhausting but not too gruesome, to have some alone time in one of the booths that line the wall of the bar, while the rest of the staff sits scattered around the floor in high tables and the bar.
They’re pleasantly buzzed, —two tequila shots right before they even sat down and five beers would do that to guys like them— holding hands, chatting about their next two days off and laughing while sipping on their respective sixth beer when a guy approaches their table.
Michael notices him first; notices the sharp edges of his jaw, the warm green eyes and the reddish-brownish hair that falls in purposefully disheveled pieces on his forehead, he’s wearing a jean jacket and black jeans and he might be as tall as him.
“Hey, Dennis!” the guy says, taking Dennis out of their conversation, Michael feels Den stiffen next to him.
“Charlie,” Dennis lets out, shifting slightly closer to Michael, the guy —Charlie, as Michael’s mind now provides— smiles sheepishly and shoves his hands in the pockets of his jeans, “saw you from across the bar,” he says, balancing himself in the balls of his feet, Michael frowns, “how you been?”
Dennis doesn’t answer right away, Michael looks back at him to see him stare at Charlie, his gaze almost unreadable, making something hard and hot settle in the middle of Michael’s gut.
He’s no longer used to not having a read of Dennis, they’ve been together for almost two years, living together almost the same amount of time, Michael is comfortable in the knowledge that he can take a glance at Dennis face —at the way he holds his eyes or the slight shift of the blue when he looks at something, or the way he curves his lip, either up or down, or the movement of his eyebrows, if he raises them or furrows them— and know almost exactly what he’s going to say or what he’s thinking.
But now, sitting in the sticky booth of a dive bar, twenty five minutes away from home, he’s looking at Dennis and coming up blank, and he doesn’t like that, doesn’t like that one bit.
“Been great,” Dennis smiles softly, then places their intertwined hands on the table “this is my boyfriend, Michael.”
“Ah,” Charlie finally looks at him, Dennis doesn’t, Michael turns to give the guy standing in front of them a tight lip smile, “that’s nice,” he nods, Michael tilts his head, feels Dennis tighten the grip on his hand, “good to meet the man who finally tied this guy down.” he says, chin nodding at Dennis.
Dennis’ breath hitches next to Michael.
Michael feels his blood heat up, looking back at Dennis, “happy to be him.” he mutters.
Dennis sips his beer and clears his throat, and goes to put another little smile on his face, he says something to the guy but Michael doesn’t hear it, he’s focused on his face as he looks at the man standing in front of them, on the smile he’s giving the other man as he listens to whatever he says, on the little twinkle in his blue eyes when he replies to whatever question he’s been asked, on the way he slides out his hand from Michael’s to shake Charlie’s once they conversation dies out.
Before Charlie leaves, though, he looks back at Michael with a smirk on his face as he tells him “take care of this one,” he nods at Dennis, “a lotta people care ‘bout him.”
Dennis chuckles next to Michael.
Michael can’t even bring himself to politely smile.
And they stay quiet as Charlie nods at them again and turns around to leave.
Michael hates everything about it.
He knows why and he hates that too.
He just can’t help it.
Dennis turns back at him with a tight smile and without looking him in the eyes and Michael feels his blood boiling, he itches for a cigarette.
Michael stands and slides off the booth, “going for a smoke.” he mutters, Dennis stutters behind him as he rushes towards the door and out to the parking lot in long strides.
The night air is chilly enough for Michael to shiver, he feels hot all over, the back of his neck is flushed and he feels a sheen of sweat on his brow. He pulls out the carton from the pocket of his jeans and takes a cigarette quite too roughly, almost tearing it in half, and struggles lighting it up with his bubbe’s lighter, his hands trembling.
He hears the door opening behind him and feels Dennis’ presence before he finishes taking the first drag.
“Don’t wanna talk, Den.” he bites out.
“‘Gimme a smoke.” Dennis raises his palm flat up, Robby puts the carton and the lighter on his hand and turns to face the parking lot. The soft noises of Dennis taking the cigarette, lighting it and sucking from the filter don’t help Michael feel any better.
They orbit each other for a few minutes, each taking drags of their cigarettes, Dennis trying and failing to make eye contact with Michael, sort of waiting for the other shoe to drop.
The door opens again, the wave of sudden sound coming out and claiming their attention, they both turn at the same time to look at Charlie walking out of the bar with a few other guys behind him, they’re laughing when Charlie notices them standing there and waves at Dennis, “those things could kill you, y’know?” he points his lanky finger at his own mouth.
“I know,” Dennis replies, Michael doesn’t turn to look at his boyfriend to know he’s fucking smiling, “I’m a doctor.”
“Don’t I know it.” Charlie lets out as the group steps on the sidewalk and walks away, the chuckles still floating around the air.
Michael’s so fucking angry.
“‘m a doctor,” he mocks, tossing his half-smoked cigarette on the ground and stomping on it hard with the tip of his boot, Dennis snorts next to him, “seriously?”
“What?” Dennis looks at him at the same time Michael turns to see him, Dennis’ expression is almost impassible, unaffected, it makes Michael madder.
“You’re insufferable,” he mutters, Dennis rolls his eyes at him, cigarette dangling from his lips as he leans back on the bricked wall of the bar. Michael pulls out his phone and starts tapping almost frantically, “callin’ a cab.”
“Oh c’mon, Mike,” Dennis sighs, he folds his knee and places his foot on the wall, takes the cigarette from his lips and flicks the ash off, “wanted tonight to be nice.”
“It was nice,” Michael mutters, crossing his arms, “was nice until that asshole showed up,” Dennis scoffs, “and you flirted with him in front of me.”
Dennis looks at him, blue eyes fixed into brown, narrows them a bit, “flirted.”
“Don’t fucking dare denying it, Dennis.” Michael sighs, pressing his thumb against his brow.
“You think I was flirting?” Dennis almost sounds amused when he asks the question and the sound of it makes Michael’s chest feel strung out.
“I know you were.” Michael grits out.
“That’s so cute.” Dennis takes a last drag of his smoke and lets it fall from his fingers, Michael’s eyes follow it until it hits the floor near Dennis’ blundstone, the tip still ablaze, yet rapidly consumed by the wind, until it dies out, and the orange of it dissipates on the concrete.
The opposite happens inside Michael’s chest, what started as a heat that made his skin flush and his brow sweat; it’s now a bright fire fueled by Dennis’ plain disinterest in what he alleges.
Michael doesn’t like it, doesn’t like the way it feels, hates what that rage is turning him into.
But he can’t stop himself from feeling it. Dennis looks at him, his blue eyes almost cold and calculating, hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans as he leans back on the wall, teasing smile on that pretty mouth of his, and Michael feels the blinding heat of his anger build and build.
He steps closer to Dennis, leaning down just enough to get his face on the same height as Dennis’, “I’m gonna kill him and then you,” he mutters “just you wait, Whitaker.”
Dennis snorts again, “oh, you look so serious, baby,” he murmurs, stepping away from the wall and closer to him, and raising his hand to cup Michael’s jaw, his fingers are warm, they smell like nicotine and antiseptic, Michael grits his teeth, “it’s adorable.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Robby slaps his hand away and grabs him by the shoulders, the grip is tight, it’s almost on the verge of too strong, and Dennis is so pleasantly buzzed the sting goes directly to his cock, “you were provocking him.”
“I was just being nice,” Dennis lifts his chin up to look him in the eye, one of his hands wrapping Michael’s wrist, “you like nice me, remember?”
Robby shoves him, hard.
Dennis scrambles to support himself on the brick wall of the bar as they both see a white car coming to a stop near them on the curb, Robby glances at his phone and opens the backdoor without looking at Dennis, but holds the door open for Dennis to climb in before him.
The uber ride home is lingered with quietness and some tension neither one of them dares to address.
Michael’s rage doesn’t dim out, and there’s still this ugly wave of what he knows is insecurity coming and going into his mind, combined with the buzz of his partial drunkenness turning his brain in a scrambled mess; he knows it’s not Dennis’ fault, his mind knows, it’s certain about it, but his mind is also a huge asshole that makes Michael feel the worst jealousy he’s felt in years when he sees Dennis dedicating a smile or a laugh at someone that is not him.
Besides, that fucking Charlie guy was looking at Dennis like he knew what Dennis looks like naked, and Michael can’t, won’t grasp that.
Because Dennis has been with men before, he has told Michael this, he’s had sex, good sex with men and Michael hasn’t, he was male-inexperienced when they started their relationship and while Dennis has taught him a lot and their sex life is great, there’s this cave man part of Michael’s brain that tells him he’s not enough for Dennis, that tells him Dennis will figure it all out in no time and he’s going to leave him because he knows he will find someone better than Michael in no time because maybe he’s had better already.
And Michael knows he can’t live with that, he loves Dennis too much to live without him.
He looks at Dennis beside him, he’s looking out the window as they drive through the bridge, his hands resting on his lap, he looks relaxed, too relaxed.
Michael knows what that means.
He doesn’t know if he’s allowed to feel thrilled about it.
“You’re gonna tell me what was that about or what?” Dennis mutters out as they step into the house, the darkness welcomes them home, and for a moment the only noise heard is that of their shoes being taken off and dropped unceremoniously onto the rug near the door, and pockets being emptied on the side table, Michael huffs air and pads past Dennis, “you seriously gonna ice me out?”
“I’ve nothing to say…” he shrugs, eyes going in every direction except Dennis’.
“You’re angry for no fucking reason,” Dennis tells him, his voice calm, his words almost expository, the tone makes Michael shiver, “I didn’t do anything, man,” Michael scoffs and rolls his eyes, “did you just scoff at me?”
“I’m going to bed.” Michael aims to walk away towards the basement stairs.
“Michael,” Dennis grabs him by the forearm, Michael roughly takes himself out of the hold and pushes Dennis away, Dennis frowns, again with the fucking shoving, he won’t take that shit, “stop being an asshole.”
It’s both an order and a plea and Michael knows it, but he’s so fucking angry right now, hot, blind rage invading his bloodstream, so he pushes Dennis again with one hand on the chest, making him grunt.
Dennis strides to him and grabs him by the shoulders, pushing him against the wall of the foyer, Michael groans, tries to scramble away from the hold but Dennis is pressing almost his entire weight against him.
Michael’s hands wrap around Dennis’ wrists, he digs his nails on the soft skin, trying to free himself, Dennis hisses, he lets out a pant when one of Dennis’ hands finds the back of his neck and scruffs him.
“This is how you wanna do things?” he asks, hold firm, Michael huffs and Dennis leans closer to his face, “tell me,” he whispers at him, Michael feels the warm breath clashing against his mouth, Dennis smells like cigarettes and beer and him and it’s a bit dizzying, “do I have to remind you again who I belong to?”
Dennis doesn’t wait for Michael to reply, he smashes his lips together, dry, warm mouth against his, the kiss is rough, uncoordinated, Michael grunts at the contact, his nails still digging at Dennis’ wrists as his inebriated brain tries to catch up with the program, he melts against Dennis, but he’s still angry, and he bites Dennis’ lower lip, hard.
Dennis let’s out a sharp grunt, pulling away, Michael licks his lips like the cat who got the cream, Dennis is frowning, the tip of his tongue prodding at the swollen corner of his lip.
Michael notices the way Dennis’ blue eyes darken when he tastes the blood.
Dennis leans into him again, leaving the softest, gentlest peck on Michael’s lips.
It confuses him, takes him out of it for a second, then Dennis manhandles him to turn him around until half his body is pressed against the wall; his abdomen, his chest, his cheek; there’s a clatter next to them, the force of the struggle made one of the picture frames fall to the carpet, Michael groans as Dennis uses one forearm to keep him in place.
“You’re being mean and a fucking brat, Michael,” Dennis murmurs into his ear, “again,” Michael feels his other hand snaking down his body, groping him, sliding around his waist, finding the buckle of his belt, “so damn jealous, like a kid,” Michael grunts when Dennis dextrously unbuckles his belt and undoes the button of his jeans, “and for what?” Dennis rushedly unzips him and Michael hisses when Dennis tugs his jeans along with his briefs down just enough for the fabric to bunch around his thighs, “tell me, for what?”
Dennis doesn’t touch him, his hand rests on the swell of his ass, and Michael struggles again to free himself from Dennis hold but his body is not responding and Dennis presses him further against the wall with his own body, Michael can feel the warmth of Dennis’ chest and the roughness of the drywall, it scratches on his cheek just enough for him to be present.
Michael closes his eyes, he breathes in and out, “‘idunno.” he whispers.
Dennis nips at the skin of his nape, his hand leaves his ass and then Michael feels Dennis’ fingers prod at his mouth, “suck.”
Michael opens his mouth as Dennis presses index and middle finger against his tongue, it lights him ablaze, his head, that was already a mess of scrambled emotions, suddenly fills with cotton as his tongue swirls around Dennis’ fingers, his mouth waters even more at the thought of what’s to come, and he wets the digits nice and good like they like it.
Dennis takes his fingers out without warning, and Michael mourns the loss of them, then he feels Dennis using his palm to spread him open just enough for both wet fingers to tease his entrance.
“Shit,” Michael all but melts against the wall, he tries to find purchase to keep himself standing, and presses both hands on the drywall as well, pushing his ass closer to Dennis’ hand, “please.”
“Please…” Dennis mocks him, one of his fingers sliding into Michael’s hole, making him whine, “you get jealous,” he starts fucking Michael with his finger, from the tip to the back of the knuckle in swift motions that turns Michael immediately boneless, “you mock me,” he curls his finger and finds Michael’s prostate and presses, making him moan out loud, “you fuckin’ threaten me.”
Michael gasps when Dennis pushes a second finger in and keeps fucking his ass fast and hard with his hand, he can’t talk, he can’t formulate a single thought, his cock is rock hard and the movement of Dennis’ hand is making the underside rub against the wall, it hurts, but it’s delicious, it makes Michael lose his mind.
Dennis starts pressing the tip of his fingers against Michael’s prostate with each thrust of his hand, over and over again, his movements are rough, just on the verge of too hard, but Michael is moaning and whining and letting out strangled noises that signal the building of his orgasm.
It’s maddening, it’s insane, they haven’t even stepped into further into the house, Michael mindlessly smiles at that fact when he opens his eyes to look back at Dennis, —it’s a strain on his neck but he can make him out of the corner of his eye, he cans see Dennis’ face of concentration, the slight burrow of his brow, the way his lips are slightly parted, the tip of his tongue prodding out and pressed against the bitten corner, his face flushed as he looks down at where his fingers bury inside Michael—, and realizes they’re still in the foyer, that the door hasn’t been locked, that he still is wearing his clothes, and Dennis is pushing and pushing and pushing his fingers into his body and prodding at his prostate until he’s coming against the fucking wall of their entrance with a strangled, choking moan.
Dennis slowly slides his fingers out and wipes them clean on Michael’s sweatshirt, “you don’t get to make me jealous and then get jealous too,” he whispers into his ear, then takes the lobe between his teeth, Michael is gasping, he feels unmoored, “I won’t let you.”
Michael has no time to try to formulate a thought when Dennis starts guiding him downstairs by the hand, Michael’s legs are jelly, but he supports half his weight on Dennis’ body as they climb down the stairs in the darkness.
Dennis makes him sit on the edge of the bed, as he turns on the lamp, Michael’s jeans are still bunched around his thighs, and Dennis then gets on one knee to tug at the garment from the cuffs of the legs and off Michael, then the briefs, the socks, then stands to rid him of the sweatshirt and the undershirt, leaving him naked and vulnerable in front of him.
Michael looks up at Dennis, his eyes are glassy, reddened, pupils dilated, “please,” he whispers, sliding off the bed and down to his knees, Dennis cups his jaw, scratches at his beard softly with his blunt nails, “‘m sorry,” his face falls on Dennis’ crotch, his cock is hard against the denim of his jeans, and lets out a heavy hiss as he feels Michael nuzzling his erection.
“Sorry for what?” Dennis murmurs, his hand still gently scratching at Michael’s jaw as Michael’s tongue laps at the denim of his jeans, wetting it, Michael wraps his hands around Dennis’ thighs and presses himself as close as he can to Dennis’ legs, face buried into his lap while stroking himself to hardness.
“Bein’ mean,” Michael lets out against Dennis’ crotch, “‘m sorry.”
“Oh, baby,” Dennis’ hand gently slides to the back of Michael’s neck, he fists his hand around his hair and tugs him away from him, hard, making him moan, Dennis leans down and kisses him on the forehead, “I’ll forgive you, don’t worry,” his voice is low, sickenly sweet, he then kisses the tip of his nose, “but you’ve to earn it.” he then leaves a soft kiss on Michael’s spit wet lips.
“Plea—se, Den,” Michael babbles, looking up at Dennis, “‘m sorry, please, make me yours,” Robby pulls Dennis closer by the sides of his hips, he leans to bury his face in Dennis lap, “I wanna be yours all the time,” he whispers, nuzzling Dennis’ erection despite the two layers of clothing that separates them and stroking himself to hardness again, “I love you, please.”
Dennis groans when Michael opens his mouth and nips with his lips the tip of his clothed cock, looking up at him, he slowly unbuttons his pants and unzips the fly, and then raises his eyebrows, and Michael rushes to take him out of his jeans and then stares up at him.
Dennis’ cock is hard and weeping through the hood, Dennis pulls down his foreskin to uncover his tip reddened with lust and glistening with precome, “hands off,” he whispers, Michael drops his hands to his own lap, “get on the bed, on your knees,” it takes him a minute, but Michael does, he crawls onto the mattress, knees tucked in, “lean down on your hands,” Michael does, sighing when he feels his ass up in the air, he can feel his hole clenching around nothing, the spit drying and cooling, he looks up at Dennis, who’s looking down at him with that warmth behind the blue of his eyes that gets him going everytime, “good,” he grumbles and Michael almost whines, he loves when Dennis gets all bossy, “you’re gonna open your mouth and let me fuck it for as long as I want,” Michael nods, “eyes on me at all times, don’t even think about coming, understood?”
“Yes.” Michael nods again and leans down on his elbows, arching down his back as he looks up at Dennis and drops his mouth open.
“Fuck,” Dennis cradles his face with one hand and takes his own cock with he other, Michael moans when Dennis glides his tip across his lips, smearing the precome all over them, “y’know I love you, right?” Dennis whispers, his breath ragged already, his voice hoarse, Michael hums in affirmation, “say it.”
“You love me.” Michael sighs out, sticking out his tongue to taste the head of Dennis’ cock, making him hiss.
“Yes I fucking do.” Dennis grits out, sliding the tip of his dick inside of Michael’s mouth and then out a few times at a slow pace.
Michael feels already a mess, he tries to wrap his mouth around the tip yet Dennis pulls out before he can, the taste is salty, musky and familiar and he loves it, and he’s hardening again.
Dennis rests his tip on his tongue, Michael unashamedly tries to wrap his tongue around it, he’s drooling, he knows what that does to Dennis, what that does to him, and he takes it in his mouth, hollows his cheeks, all while staring up at his boyfriend.
“So hungry for my dick, huh?” Dennis smirks, pushing himself into Michael’s mouth until his tip grazes the back of it, Michael doesn’t gag, he breathes in slowly and tries to swallow, takes work but Dennis can slide into his throat until Michael’s nose is brushing Dennis’ pelvis and Dennis holds him there.
Michael breathes in again slowly, he feels the prickle of tears on the corners of his eyes as Dennis sighs above him, his mind being wiped of all thought as Dennis pulls out half of his dick and then pushes in, starting to thrust agonizingly slowly. Michael just takes it.
His jaw hurts already and his arms are starting to tingle with the imminence of numbness, Dennis has both hands buried in his hair as he narrowly thrusts his cock inside Michael’s throat and he just opens his mouth wider, impossibly so, while Dennis makes a mess out of him.
“Fuck,” Dennis gasps, Michael can feel Dennis’ balls brushing against his chin, spit has dribbled down his beard, he feels empty and full at the same time, his blood is boiling but now from desire and not rage, “you take it so good, baby.”
Michael moans through his throat, Dennis gives him a hard thrust and then pulls out, Michael gasps as his lungs fill better with air without the intrusion, and Dennis slaps his cheek with his dick to make him open his eyes, a teasing smile on his perfect, bit-swollen lips.
“Harder,” Michael begs, tongue out and pathetically chasing Dennis’ cock as Dennis teases and slaps his cheeks, Dennis hums and does, slapping Michael a few times with his wet cock, “with your hand.”
Dennis falters above him.
“Mike?” he whispers, Michael looks up at him and tries his best to focus his eyes on his boyfriend.
“Please,” Michael slurs, his jaw is sore, he feels absolutely lost in his own lust and looks at Dennis as his teasing grin turns into an unsure frown, “I wan’ it.”
Dennis looks at him, the hand that still grips his hair slides to cup his jaw, thumb rubbing small circles on the wiry hair of his beard soothingly, “you sure?”
“Yes,” Michael can’t nod, his body feels tight, like someone connected him directly to the house electrical system, like there’s this energy that doesn’t know how to come out, “trust you.”
Dennis leans down and kisses him softly, Michael hums at it, at the contrasting touch, at the way he feels Dennis’ soft skin getting soiled with his spit combined with precome.
Michael mourns the loss of Dennis’ lips when he leans away, and feels the way Dennis’ hand caresses his cheek, almost like he’s both testing the ground and apologizing in advance for what he’s going to do.
Michael nods and lets his eyes fall closed again, his body vibrating with anticipation.
Dennis’s hand leaves his face and then Michael feels a soft strike against his cheek that makes him whimper, “more.”
“Baby…” the tone of Dennis’ voice is precautionary, Michael nods again.
“Please, Den,” Michael all but begs, “wan’ it,” he feels it again on his other cheek, he moans, “harder.”
“Michael.”
“Dennis, please,” Michael tries his best to open his eyes, a part of his mind knows he needs to explain this sudden urge, that Dennis won’t hurt him like that, but he feels like his body is going to burst open in any second, and he; “I need it.”
Dennis looks at him both in awe and bewilderment, like he lost his fucking mind entirely; he knows they’ll have to talk about this when they’re done, probably at breakfast if Michael’s state of mind has anything to say about it.
“Just one.”
“Two.”
Dennis shakes his head once resolutely, “one.”
“Hard.” Michael whines about it but closes his eyes, raising his body just slightly on his hands for Dennis to reach.
Michael hears Dennis’ sigh and feels his hand gently petting his cheek before Dennis takes it away and Michael braces himself for it, then…
“Fuck!” The sharpness of the slap echoes around the room, the force of it made Michael’s head turn to the side and made him almost lose balance on the bed, he lets out a shaky laugh as he opens his eyes, half his face stings deliciously, he reaches to his cheek and feels the skin hot and he’s sure it’s red, then he brushes his fingers on the corner of his lips, a new wetness that wasn’t there before, he looks at his hand and smiles at the sight of a few droplets of blood smeared against his fingers, Dennis looks down at him both absolutely flabbergasted and astonished, and Michael looks down at his cock, even harder than it was before, “thank you.”
“Shit,” Dennis pants out, “you’re crazy,” Michael doesn’t reply, he licks at the corner of his busted lip and then reaches for Dennis’ cock, “forget this,” Dennis tugs him up by the shoulders until Michael is sitting on his feet, legs numb already, and he doesn’t care about it, and Dennis brings him towards himself, attacking his lips.
It stings, it hurts; Dennis’ own torn lip clashing against Michael’s and he can taste blood on their messy kiss, it’s nasty, it’s delicious.
Dennis licks and laps at Michael’s mouth as his hands grope him all over, Michael just takes it.
“Get on your back, I’m gonna fuck you.”
Michael’s needy moan reverberates around the room as he scrambles on the mattress and lies on his back in the middle of the bed, his limbs scream with the relief his body feels after spending the good part of twenty minutes in one single position, and Michael opens his legs wantonly, presenting his already open hole to Dennis as he takes off his clothes.
“You’re so fucking handsome,” Dennis mutters as he finishes undressing, Michael sighs contentedly, one hand gripping the sheets, the other still feeling up the redness on his cheek, Dennis kneels on the bed between Michael’s legs but doesn’t touch him, “look at me.”
Michael does.
He always does.
Dennis’ hair is so disheveled he looks like a cow chewed and spit him, his face is sweaty and flushed and the pinkness of his skin creeps down to the middle of his chest where it contrasts with the silver cross that hangs around his neck and rests between his pectorals, he’s languidly fisting his cock as he looks down at him and Michael keens, trying to push himself onto Dennis’ space.
“Want me to fuck you?” Dennis whispers, using one hand to support his weight as he leans to hover over Michael, who can only nod, “how bad?”
“So, so bad,” Michael whispers back, the heat of Dennis’ body mixing with his own, the combination of their smells is driving Michael crazy and there’s a part of him that already forgot what started all this, “please, baby.”
Dennis smirks down at him and Michael feels his hand gripping his thigh, “have a better idea,” Dennis mutters and leans down to kiss him under the jaw, his lips trail down Michael’s sternum, his nose brushing against the reddened skin of his chest, his navel, over his abdomen down the trail of coarse brown hair that litters his pelvis until Dennis mouth finds Michael’s cock and he leaves a kiss on the underside, pulling a soft moan out of him, “you’ll come like this, first,” his voice is low and deep and the sight of him licking his lips brings the heat inside Michael to an all time high, “think you can do that for me?” he asks before taking Michael’s cock in his mouth, bobbing his head twice before hollowing his cheeks and finishing with a flat-tongue lick of the tip, Michael groans gutturally as he nods, “come in my mouth then again on my cock?”
“Ah,” Michael throws his head back on the bed and his body keens, curving up as Dennis glides his tongue up and down his shaft, “I’ll try.” Michael gasps.
“You’re gonna,” Dennis takes him into the heat of his mouth, making him pant open mouthed, “God, baby,” Dennis hands slide up Michael’s chest, blunt nails scratching down his already sensitive skin, “you look so pretty like this,” he whispers against Michael’s hard cock, the vibration of it making him let out a sob, his eyes flooding from the stimulation, Dennis takes him almost entirely in and Michael whines when his tip grazes the back of Dennis mouth, making himself gag on his dick, it makes his body tighten at the feeling of Dennis’ mouth around him, Dennis pulls up, “you really think I could let all this go?” Dennis licks him at the slit as he asks, Michael feels the fall coming and chokes on his own air as his mouth goes slack, Dennis doesn’t stop, he just looks at him as his hand starts jerking off the bottom half of his cock and and Michael starts to fall apart, “it’s like you can’t grasp how much I fucking love you.”
Dennis takes him in again, bobbing his head, swirling his tongue inside, drooling around it, the squelching sound and the performative moans are deliciously dirty and Michael squeezes his eyes shut as the orgasm builds and builds and two tears stream down the sides of his face, Michael can feel Dennis’ drool trickling down his cock, the wet heat of his mouth engulfing him like he’s the only source of sustenance is making his chest flutter and he feels his body completely lit up with the feeling, it’s like he’s being stretched out until there’s no more left in him and he snaps in half, and he comes with a long moan that turns into sobs as Dennis keeps bobbing his head, swallowing around him, drinking him in, almost milking him until Michael can’t breath and he has to weakly push Dennis away from him.
“You’re being so good, Mike,” Dennis crawls back up the bed above him and peppers slowly kisses all over his face, Michael lets out a heavy sigh at the feeling, his skin is warm and his body is so strung out already he doesn’t think he can come again, but won’t stop Dennis from trying to get him there, “love taking you apart like this.”
“I love you.” Michael lets out between gasps, Dennis kisses him again, he tastes like him, and it’s soft for a minute, it’s gentle for just a moment, until Dennis leans back and reaches to the nightstand for the bottle of lube, Michael shivers, there’s a sheen of sweat covering his entire body, and he should feel gross, but he doesn’t, he loves this, loves being under the man he loves, the man that no matter what, still shows him how much he loves him back.
Dennis spreads him open with one hand, pushes his legs wider with a gentleness that makes Michael feel like crying, and with the other he uncaps the bottle and lets the lube drip directly on Michael’s hole, making him hiss at the coldness of it, Dennis smiles almost angelically at him as he caps the bottle again and lets it fall on the bed unceremoniously, as he settles better and takes his cock in hand, Michael can’t even make a face at the action, he just spreads himself further so Dennis can slide in easily.
And he does, Dennis slips in and in a swift motion bottoms up inside him, Michael moans and wraps his legs around Dennis waist, he needs to feel the closeness, he wants to feel the weight of him, and Dennis leans over him to kiss him again.
Dennis stays like that, unmoving, for a moment, breathing heavily as their bodies get used to being this close; it’s almost always like this, they tease each other until their bodies are vibrating with need, then when one of them thrusts home it’s heady and dizzying and on the verge of too much, but they love it, they wouldn’t have it any other way.
Dennis kisses down Michael’s cheek, then his jaw, until he reaches his neck, and buries his face in the crook, his hands slide under him until he’s grabbing Michael by the shoulders from behind and their chests are flushed against the other, sweats mixing, Michael’s soft cock trapped between their bodies, and Dennis agonizingly slowly pulls out until only his tip is inside then swiftly thrusts in.
They moan in unison, and Dennis starts giving listless but hard thrusts, he wants this to last.
“Den…” Michael’s hands find purchase on Dennis’ back, “ple—please,” a hiccup escapes his chest as Dennis all but growls against the skin of his neck, tongue lapping at the salty sweat that Michael’s exuding, “harder, harder.”
“You beg so pretty,” Dennis voice is muffled, and Michael can feel the vibrations against his throat and it makes him moan, “love you so much, fuck.”
Michael’s head is completely empty, he feels his body so full; of Dennis, of pleasure, of love, makes him feel crazy, all the sensation that his body gets to feel, all provoked by one man, by his man, his person.
It’s almost too much, he’s come twice already and he feels like his flesh is melting under Dennis, like he’s becoming a puddle of man between Dennis and the bed and he will filter down the mattress at any point and completely disappear.
Dennis thrusts into him harder, letting the entire weight of his lower body fall and clash against Michael, he’s letting out little grunts with the effort and Michael loves to take it like that, loves to take him, wouldn’t take anybody else, ever.
“You really think I—shit,” Dennis gasps, fastening his pace, Michael moans, “you think I wo—would leave this?” Dennis leans back just enough for him to face Michael, “leave you?” his thrusts are hard and fast, almost punishing, making Michael moan and grunt at the same pace, “for the fir—first asshole that walks across?”
“Den—” Michael throws back his head, exposing his neck, gasping for air, clawing at Dennis’ back as Dennis keeps thrusting and driving into him faster and faster, his cock is half-hard again, but that’s as much as it will go anyway after two orgasms and Michael thinks his limbs are going to fall off his body at any moment.
“Don’t think so—so low of me, baby,” Dennis nips at the skin under his chin, he’s sweaty, and thrusting into him like he needs it to breathe, Michael can barely catch his breath, “of yourself.”
Michael whimpers under him, his hands finding Dennis head and bringing him to his lips, the kiss is uncoordinated, messy, all tongue and saliva and the mixing of their alcohol-tasting breaths as they pant into each other’s mouths while Dennis keeps fucking into Michael and driving himself with long and fast thrusts.
Dennis leans back as he changes the angle of his hips, Michael moans, open mouthed, lips glossy with drool and Dennis gathers all the saliva from his mouth and with his lips pursed and slightly opened, he lets it all dribble into Michael’s mouth.
Michael lets out a whine as he opens his mouth wider, Dennis leans down again once he’s done and kisses Michael as he swallows.
“‘m sorry,” Michael gasps, his voice has turned hoarse and low and makes Dennis growl as he fucks harder into Michael’s abused hole, “‘m sorry.”
“I know.” Dennis whispers into his mouth, Michael’s fingers are buried now into Dennis’ hair and tugging slightly, the pain brings him closer to the edge and he digs his nails into the soft flesh of Michael’s shoulders, making him wail.
“Slap me,” Michael begs, Dennis grunts, “ple—ase, slap me.”
Dennis gasps when he unwraps his arms from Michael’s back and supports his weight on one hand, the other grabbing Michael by the chin, “sure?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Michael lets his eyes fall close as Dennis positions him by the chin and his hand leaves Michael’s face, Dennis doesn’t stop driving into his hole, pushing the head of his cock against Michael’s prostate with abandon, his skin feels like someone poured gasoline all over him and then lit a match, every single brush of skin against the sheets or point of contact with Dennis body feels like molten lava, and it all goes crawling into his lower abdomen where his orgasm has been building for a third time, and Michael can barely hold himself still for enough time before Dennis’ hand falls again on his cheek, the sound of the slap reverberates against the walls of their room, Michael lets out a whine and the knot in his belly snaps, “yes!” he cries out as he comes again.
“Holy shit,” Dennis gasps above him, Michael’s third orgasm was more a thing of feeling than anything else, he shot out just a single spurt of come through his soft cock, but his legs keep trembling and his hands fell down his sides on the mattress and his eyes are closed, tears streaming down his temples and he’s panting as Dennis keeps pumping into him, “you’re so fucking hot.” Dennis grunts, forehead pressing against Michael’s cheek, his eyes closed tightly as Michael’s hole greedily grips him in and makes him fall over his own precipice, coming inside Michael with a long, guttural groan.
Dennis drops down to lie on top of Michael’s chest, their bodies are slick with sweat, they’re both panting and gross and deliciously close, muscles trembling, their middles spasming after the effort.
Michael’s floating listlessly, he can faintly hear Dennis’ heavy breaths as he recovers; his body is numb and warm and he’s only able to feel Dennis’ cock softening and slipping out of his body, making him shiver, he can’t hear or see Dennis leaving the bed after an undisclosed amount of time, but he feels the short peck Dennis gives him on the cheek and feels the warm cloth he uses to clean him all over.
Michael stays like that, his body is soft and pliant and spent, and he just lets himself drift as Dennis finishes up whatever he’s doing in the bathroom and then comes back to move him gently until his head is resting on their pillows and his body covered by the duvet.
Dennis climbs next to Michael and wraps his arms around his body, leaving soft kisses on the crown of his head, his temple and his forehead, just waiting for him to come down, or up, from whatever place he left to.
Michael doesn’t know how long it takes him, but eventually he opens his eyes, Dennis resting his face on the side of his head, eyes closed, “you sleepin’?” he asks.
“No,” Dennis answers, not opening his eyes, “you okay?”
“Yeah,” Michael sighs, turning on the bed to hold Dennis back by his middle, “you?”
“Great,” he lets out, Michael snorts, “your cheeks hurt?”
“A little.”
“I’m sorr—”
“Don’t even,” Michael cuts him off, “that was the hottest shit ever.” he kisses Dennis’ clavicle.
“Still,” Dennis tightens his hold around Michael, “that was way different than me slapping your ass.”
“I liked it,” Michael reassures him, “a lot.”
“I noticed.” Dennis teases, Michael buries his face in his chest.
“‘m sorry,” Michael whispers, “for getting angry earlier.”
Dennis lets out a heavy sigh, “can I tell you the truth?” Michael nods, “there’s a part of me that likes it,” he whispers, “and I understand why you used to do it on purpose,” Michael stiffens in his arms, “I know,” Dennis huffs a reluctant smile, “it’s not healthy.”
“It’s really not,” Michael murmurs, “it feels like shit.”
A beat. Dennis kisses Michael’s head again, Michael replies by kissing the hollow of Dennis’ neck.
“Maybe we should try therapy.” Dennis whispers.
Michael hums, “maybe.”
They hold each other like that for a while, just basking in each other’s warmth, relaxing after all that strenuous activity.
“Did you think Charlie was my ex?” Dennis asks, his voice lower than a whisper, falling directly into Michael’s ears, who hums in affirmation, Dennis snorts, “he certainly tried.”
“Huh?” Michael leans back to look at him.
“We were in med school together, ms2 year,” he explains, “he asked me out and we went on a date but nothing clicked,” Dennis shrugs, “he kissed me and I gagged.”
“You what?” Michael shoots up his eyebrows, his mouth open in an almost perfect ‘o’, Dennis chuckles with a nod.
“It grossed me out, made me gag,” he buries half his face in the pillow, “told him I’d rather be friends but he blocked me and tonight was the first time I saw him since graduation.”
“Jeez…” Michael mutters, lying back next to Dennis and wrapping him in his arms again.
“You shouldn’t’ve assumed anything.” Dennis lets out through a yawn.
“I know.” Michael sighs.
“It’s you and me, baby,” Dennis hums, bringing Michael closer to me, “just us.”
“Just us.”
They fall asleep tangled with each other, exhausted and spent; in the morning, the sight that will welcome them in the bathroom mirror will make them laugh like little kids, and Dennis will call Trinity to ask how to hide the redness of the cuts in their lips.
Trinity will facetime them and give them shit for looking like they bitch slapped each other in a Wendy’s parking lot, but will try to help them cover the bruises with concealer in the locker hallway nonetheless before their shift.
But still, people will notice, Jack will ask Michael if Dennis hit him before Michael assures him it was a consensual bedroom activity, which won’t help the mocking at all.
And Dennis will make the smoke signal to Michael at noon, and while they’re smoking together they will make fun of each other because the concealer has fallen off, and they will kiss and hiss because it hurts, and after their shift they’ll grab take out and negotiate the slapping thing and try to figure out why they like pain so much.
And Michael is going to apologize again for getting jealous, and Dennis will repeat that there’s nothing on God’s green earth that would make him stop loving him, that he will repeat that over and over until Michael’s hard head stops making him think that, even if it takes him their entire lives.