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Dennis wasn’t an idiot. Maybe a little naive, maybe terminally well-intentioned, but he knew when someone was flirting with him. It didn’t happen often, but on the rare occasions it did, he clocked it immediately, the fake smiles that lingered too long, the pointless questions about his weekend, the casual touches that weren’t actually casual at all. A hand brushing his arm. Fingers at his lower back for half a second more than necessary.
So when Robby, his attending chief, his boss, the man who signed off on his evaluations and vacations started doing those exact things, Dennis noticed right away.
At first it was small. A look held too long. Robby standing a little too close, shoulder almost touching his. Then with time it got bolder, a hand at Dennis’s elbow while correcting him, a quiet joke murmured just for him, enough that Dennis’s brain went into full alert, sirens blaring, every instinct telling him something is happening here.
It wasn’t that Dennis didn’t find him attractive. He absolutely did. He had fantasized about his boss a perfectly reasonable amount of times, which is to say: often enough that he’d had to stop himself mid-thought during rounds and stare very hard at the board until his pulse settled. Robby was hot. That wasn’t the issue.
The issue was that Dennis was almost certain Robby was involved with Jack Abbot.
Jack Abbot, the night shift attending. Jack Abbot, who shared looks with Robby that felt way too private. Jack Abbot, who knew Robby’s coffee order and when to step in without being asked. To Dennis, it read as long-term, settled, probably married in everything but paperwork. (For all he knew, anyway. There were no rings, but that didn’t mean much. Those could be tucked away in a necklace, a pocket, or a backpack until their shift was over.)
And Dennis might have been a horny med student with an overactive imagination and a fast hand, but he wasn’t a homewrecker.
Not even for a hot old boss. Or two.
His suspicions showed up early. Too early, honestly. The way both attendings kept sneaking off to the roof together. The fact that they’d known each other longer than Dennis had been alive. The shared looks across the ER floor. Sometimes they were even wearing each other’s jackets, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
To Dennis, it was obvious. Of course they were together. It made sense. It would’ve been a waste for either of them not to be. Two smart, competent, attractive men, perfectly in sync, why wouldn’t that turn into something? It almost felt like a bad romcom in a deeply annoying way.
Which only made the guilt worse.
Because now one half of that perfect, definitely-committed, probably-married relationship was flirting with a med student twenty years younger, and Dennis was standing right in the middle of it like an asshole who hadn’t done anything wrong but felt bad anyway.
“I can’t deal with this, Trin” Dennis muttered, handing the blunt over with cold fingers. They were slouched together on the cramped sofa, Cabaret playing for the fifth time because apparently neither of them knew how to pick new movies. “What the fuck am I supposed to do?”
Trinity took a drag, squinted at him, and frowned. “What do you mean, what are you supposed to do, Huckleberry?”
She exhaled slowly. “Nothing. That’s what you do. You carry on with your sad little life”
Dennis groaned and sank further into the couch
“Okay, thank you” Dennis huffed, planting his bare feet on the worn wooden floor as if standing upright might help his argument. “But I can’t just do nothing while Dr. Robby basically cheats on his husband. You know how much I fucking hate cheaters, Trin”
Trinity flicked her wrist, ash drifting down from the blunt. “Alright, drama queen. First of all, it’s innocent flirting. Everyone does it. That’s not cheating” She didn’t even blink. “And second, let’s say I agree with you. What’s the plan, farm boy? You gonna run to Dr. Abbot and say something like, ‘Oh my god, I think your supposed husband is flirting with me’?”
She acted it out with wild hand gestures, voice pitched up and scandalized. “And then what?”
Dennis took the blunt back and started pacing in front of the sofa, Trinity’s head tracking him as Two Ladies played in the background. “Okay. Maybe you’re right” he admitted.
“Duh” she shot back instantly.
“But I still have to do something” he insisted, stopping short. “It feels wrong, Trin.”
She sighed softer, like she was throwing him a bone. “Yeah, look, if Dr. Robby is actually flirting with you, and if he really is involved with Dr. Abbot, then yeah, that’s shitty.” She paused. “But you can’t just assume they’re together because they spend time alone. By that logic, people probably think we’re a thing, and i love you, but that is disgusting”
Dennis blinked. “You think?” he muttered, then shook it off. “Never mind. Just-” He dropped back onto the couch, sinking into the old cushions. “I have to shut the flirting down. That’s safer than talking to Abbot. That man is hot, but equally terrifying.”
He sighed a very long and miserable sigh, and Trinity raised an eyebrow at him.
“I don’t want him to stop because he’s, like, unfairly hot, Trin” Dennis admitted. “I’m stuck between being a decent person and letting him keep touching me like that.”
“Ew” Trin said immediately. “Can’t see what you see in him. Or Abbot.”
“Same shit you see in Garcia and Evans.”
She laughed. “Touché, Huckleberry. Okay, I’ve got a plan.”
Dennis nodded at her. Go on.
“Shut the flirting down.”
She said it straight-faced. Dennis burst out laughing.
“I just said that, asshole.” He nudged her with his hand, shoved the burnt joint into the ashtray and stood up, heading for his bedroom. “Tomorrow I’ll say something. You are gonna let me keep living here if he fires me, right?”
“You know I can’t make promises while I’m high, Huck. Night.”
She waved him off as he closed his door. Dennis lay in bed afterward, staring at the ceiling, rehearsing different versions of how to tell his boss to stop touching him without ruining his entire life.
None of them sounded good.
***
The next day shift stayed uneventful,a lmost boring, which was good. No terminal cases, no impossible saves. People lived, went home, kept existing. That alone made it a great day.
At least it was, until Robby found him.
Dennis was typing up notes on a guy with a light cut on his finger when Robby appeared beside the desk.
“What’ve you got there?” Robby asked low and rough.
He stood too close. A big hand settled at the back of Dennis’s neck, casual, and very much the problem he needed to face.
“Uh- Dr. Robby” Dennis cut in.
“Male, thirty-four. Presented with a laceration to the right index finger. Hemostasis achieved with direct pressure. Wound irrigated and explored, no foreign bodies, no tendon involvement. Closed with two simple interrupted sutures. Recommended six hundred milligrams of ibuprofen for pain. Discharged in stable condition about ten minutes ago with standard wound care instructions.”
He finished and waited, a little proud despite himself.
“Good. That’s good, Whitaker” Robby said, approval clear in his voice.
His hand squeezed at the back of Dennis’s neck, a brief, affirming pressure. His thumb traced a lazy arc, and Dennis’s skin reacted immediately, heat rushing where it shouldn’t.
“You’re getting really good” Robby added. “You’ll be an amazing doctor one day.”
“Thanks, Dr. Robby” Dennis replied softer. He tilted his head up, just enough to meet his eyes. “I- ”
Okay. Here goes nothing. God help him.
“I actually wanted to talk to you.”
“Of course” Robby said, already half-distracted, eyes sweeping the ER from central like a guardian dog. Glasses on. Focused. Unfairly attractive.
Dennis hated that he noticed.
“I just- I wanted to kn-”
The ambulance bay doors burst open. Shouts. Wheels. Blood. Paramedics rushing in and screaming stats with a woman clutching her leg, red soaking through everything.
“That’ll have to wait, Whitaker” Robby said, already moving. When his hand left Dennis’s neck, the absence felt immediate. “I’ll find you in thirty minutes. Then we’ll talk.”
“Fuck” Dennis breathed, to no one.
“Oof. That was really close, Huckleberry. Good luck next time” Trinity called as she followed Robby, snapping gloves on as she walked.
Dennis watched them disappear into the chaos.
He’d almost done it. Maybe this was the universe telling him to drop it. To stop poking at things that could ruin his life.
Thirty minutes. He could wait thirty minutes without folding.
At least, he thought he could.
***
He spent those thirty minutes rehearsing. Running through versions in his head, what to say, how to say it, which words wouldn’t get him fired.
Robby never came back.
Thirty minutes turned into an hour. Then two. Eventually the shift bled out, day staff clocking off as night shift filtered in. Dennis gave up. He wrapped his notes, closed his charts, logged everything, and changed out of his scrubs. He headed for the exit with Trinity, already halfway through complaining about his feet, when a voice stopped him.
“Kid.”
Robby called out from down the hall. He stood beside Jack Abbot.
Before Dennis could react, Robby’s hand landed on his shoulder and steered him closer, neatly slotting him between the two attendings.
“Sorry about earlier” Robby said. “End of shift got busy. You got a minute now?”
Dennis’s brain short-circuited. Fully, completely. He became acutely aware of being sandwiched between them, Robby on one side, Abbot on the other, and how unfair that felt.
He glanced at Trinity, who was still standing there, watching. He nodded at her, hoping she’d get the message to wait in the car.
“Uh. Yeah” he said. “I do.” He swallowed. “Actually- could we have a private conversation?”
He tried very hard not to make it obvious that Jack Abbot’s presence was doing something to him. That the two of them together was doing something worse.
“Whatever it is, kid” Robby said easily “Jack’s the night shift attending. Might be good if he’s in on it.”
Well. That was it. Dennis’s mouth moved before his brain caught up.
“I’m not a homewrecker.” It came out barely above a whisper.
“Sorry?” Jack said.
“I’m not a homewrecker!” Dennis repeated, louder now. Too loud. The words rushed out, pitched high with panic, and his face went hot instantly.
“Huh?” Robby frowned, confused. His glasses dangled from his shirt as his hand kept absently kneading Dennis’s shoulder. “Say that again?”
Dennis wanted the floor to open up and take him with it.
“This- ” Dennis said, stepping out of Robby’s reach “and this- ” He gestured vaguely between the two of them. “And whatever this is- ” he added, hands flying as he tried, and failed, to organize his thoughts. “I don’t want to get in the middle of a couple.”
Around them, the day team filtered out, goodbyes muttered, lockers slammed, the machines kept humming. The three of them stayed frozen in place, silence stretching thin. Robby frowned, clearly trying to decode whatever message Dennis had just thrown at them.
Then Abbot laughed. Loud.
“Oh, brother” he said, shaking his head. “He thinks we’re married or something.”
Thinks.
Oh no.
Oh, no no no.
Dennis felt himself fold in on the embarrassment. Not only had he misread everything, he’d done it publicly, dramatically, and in a way that now made him look like an idiot who didn’t understand how human interaction worked. His face burned. His mouth opened and closed like an out of water fish, words tripping over each other before they could get out.
“But- I mean, you’re always so- ” he tried. “You’re always talking, and smiling, and touching” he finished, eyes flicking between them, desperate for something that would make this make sense.
“You wouldn’t be the first one to make that mistake, Whitaker” Robby said gentler. “There’s no home to wreck. So you can relax.”
His hand found Dennis’s neck again without thinking, thumb brushing the fine hairs there in a soothing motion, an absentminded pattern that did nothing to calm the buzz on his brain.
“Though” Abbot added lightly, “we do partake in stress-relief activities from time to time.”
He rested an arm over Dennis’s other shoulder.
Being boxed in like that, between two older, unfairly attractive men, only made the heat in Dennis’s face flare brighter. He was pretty sure he was glowing.
“Jack” Robby warned softly.
“What?” Jack shot back. “You’ve had weeks, brother.” He turned his attention fully to Dennis. “So let me try now.”
Robby raised an eyebrow at him but didn’t stop him.
“What Robby’s been trying, badly, to ask” Jack said, voice low as he leaned in closer “with all the touching and the flirting straight out of the last century, is whether you’d like to join us for our next stress-relief session.”
He spoke close to Dennis’s ear. Too close. The sound of it sent a full-body shiver through him.
“I think you’d look pretty adorable on Robby’s mattress.”
Dennis was fairly sure he’d just died. Or snapped and landed himself in hell. Maybe this was karmic payback for something awful he’d done in a past life. His knees went weak at the thought alone, of the two of them, experienced, confident, knowing exactly what to do with him.
“Uh- ”
“Look at him” Jack murmured. “Already thinking about it, aren’t you?”
The breath against his ear was enough to make Dennis forget how lungs worked.
“Alright” Robby cut in, stepping forward. He gently moved Jack back, breaking the contact, the sudden cool air leaving Dennis’s skin aching for what it had just lost. “Give him some room.”
Robby looked at Dennis with a soft expression. “If you decide to accept the invitation, we’ll be at my place tomorrow.” He smiled. “I’ll send you the address and the time.”
“If not, we forget this ever happened. We stay colleagues. That’s it.”
They turned to leave.
Dennis’s brain finally tried to catch up. To remind him of dignity. Career. Long-term consequences.
Unfortunately, his body got there first.
“I’ll be there.”
Jack chuckled low. “Told you.”
Robby didn’t say anything, just gave Dennis a look before they disappeared into a trauma room already buzzing with activity.
Dennis stood there for a second, stunned, then forced his legs to move. He walked toward the exit, backpack slung over his shoulder, Trinity waiting by the car, completely unaware that he's having a full blown existential crisis.
***
“You have to be fucking kidding me. Really?” Trinity yelled, yanking the steering wheel so hard they nearly kissed the curb.
“Trinity, Jesus Christ. eyes on the road” Dennis snapped, bracing himself before sinking back into the seat. “And yes. They basically asked if I wanted to have sex with them.” He swallowed. “Them as in both, Trin. I’m so fucked.”
“Oh, you will be” she shot back instantly.
Dennis slid lower in his seat.
“And what did you say?” She turned toward him at the red light, then froze when she saw his face, red as the stop sign in front of them. “Huckleberry. What did you say?”
“I- ” His voice dropped to a whisper. “I may have said I’ll be there.”
Trinity let out a high-pitched scream that Dennis was positive the car behind them heard.
“NO YOU DIDN’T.”
She grabbed his shoulders and shook him lightly. “YOU CHEEKY SLUT.”
Dennis laughed before he could even pretend to be offended. The mix of humiliation and pride hit him all at once, telling his best friend he’d just agreed to get fucked by his two bosses was not on his bingo card. “Stop” he said still laughing. “I’m so nervous.”
A couple of impatient honks snapped Trinity back to reality as the light turned green. She let him go and pulled forward.
“Relax, babe. They asked you. They want you there.” She glanced at him. “You ever had a threesome?”
He shook his head shyly “You?”
“Please” she scoffed. “I can barely manage twosomes.”
That helped. His shoulders loosened a little.
“Just do a bit of research” she added. “Be honest from the start. They’ll get it.” She paused. “And if they don’t, I can always cut their dicks off. Just say the word.”
Dennis smiled to himself, staring out the window.
Thank God for soul sisters.
***
The next day’s time and place arrived neatly in a text from Dr. Robby’s contact.
Dennis had already spent the night and most of the morning oscillating between anxiety and low-grade nausea, but the message still felt like a nail sealing the coffin. This was happening. There it was, written proof that the interaction between the three of them hadn’t been a concussion-induced hallucination or a very vivid dream.
The proof sat right there on his screen. And he answered.
Dennis:
Great, see u
and Abbot
jack
like see u both
later
Dennis was sure he couldn’t be suave even if his life depended on it.
Three hours. In three hours he was going to be dicked down on his boss’s mattress, so preparation felt necessary. Mandatory, even. He took a long shower, scrubbed himself down like trying to wash away his sins, did a bit of fingering to avoid too much pregame, lotioned everything within reach so whatever they touched would at least be smooth.
He blow-dried his hair and sighed when the now-questionably-grown mullet refused to cooperate, sticking out in every direction except the right one.
Outfit next. Something casual, but not careless. Baggy washed jeans. A worn-out The Strokes tee. Converse that had seen too much life.
He stared at himself in the living room mirror. Turned once. Then again. Considered changing everything. Considered cutting his hair twenty minutes before he had to leave. Considered cancelling the whole thing outright.
Trinity stopped him before he could spiral any further.
“Relax man” she said from her spot on the couch, smoking. “They’ve only ever seen you in scrubs, hair a mess, probably leaking some kind of bodily fluid, and they still want to fuck you. You’d have to fight them off looking like that.”
She wasn’t wrong. She was never wrong.
Still, his brain refused to listen.
As if reading his thoughts, she added, “Here. Puff. Calm down.”
Dennis took it, inhaled, let the smoke settle in his lungs before pushing it out through his nose.
“You’ll be fine” she said easily. “I’m kind of jealous, honestly. You’re about to get boned by our two bosses while I’m home rewatching Friends and jerking off to the idea of Garcia.”
“TMI” Dennis said, handing the blunt back. “But… thank you, Trin.”
“What do you mean TMI, asshole?” she laughed. “I literally know you’re about to get dicked down.”
She pushed herself off the couch and dropped her car keys into his hand. “Go get ’em, tiger. Show them the power of youth.”
Dennis took a breath.
Heavens help him.
***
He sat in Robby’s driveway for a full ten minutes.
Hands white-knuckled around the steering wheel, leg bouncing nonstop, stomach twisted into something unpleasant. It was stupid. He was stupid. He’d chosen this. He was excited,horny even, and still his nervous system couldn’t tell the difference between being chased by a lion and willingly showing up to have sex with two men.
Eventually, with a deep breath and what little courage he had left, he got out of the car and stood at the door, pressing the bell.
“Coming!” came from inside.
A few seconds later, the door opened, and Dennis’s brain shut down completely.
He’d always thought Robby was attractive, even sleep-deprived, even in that perpetually abused hoodie, but this? This was a dream. Hair still damp from the shower, face relaxed, an old band tee Dennis didn’t recognize and was probably older than him, soft gray sweats that left absolutely nothing to the imagination, bare feet against the floor.
Dennis was suddenly very glad he hadn’t tried too hard with his outfit.
“Hi” Robby greeted jim smiling warmly. “We’ve been waiting for you. Come in.”
He stepped aside with a small nod, guiding Dennis inside.
The house was warm. It smelled like old wood and roasted vegetables. The decor screamed single man who barely spends time here, but it was comfortable enough that Dennis’s shoulders dropped without permission. His brain tried to catalog everything at once, taking in as much info as he could to pass into Trinity. She was the most chismosa person he ever met.
“There’s the little mouse” Jack said from behind the kitchen bar.
He had a spoon in one hand, a beer in the other, and a dish towel slung over his shoulder. Unfairly domestic. Unfairly hot.
“Didn’t think you had it in you” Jack added. “I’m impressed.”
“Hi” Dennis said, shy, kicking off his shoes and stepping closer. Robby followed him in. “That smells really nice. I didn’t thi- ”
“What, you thought we were just gonna fuck you?” Jack cut in, licking the spoon. “We’re gentlemen.”
“Jack” Robby warned.
“I was gonna say I didn’t think either of you could cook” Dennis laughed, nerves easing just a fraction. “But the other assumption was also valid.” He paused. “Not really a fan of fucking with a full stomach, though.” he didn’t know where that wave of confidence came from.
Jack grinned.
“Little mouse can fight, okay” Jack laughed. He set the spoon aside, leaned back against the counter, then stepped in close, boxing Dennis in, hands settling on his hips. “Eager, aren’t we?”
“Stop teasing the kid, Jack” Robby said, correcting him from the front.
Now Dennis was fully sandwiched, Jack pressed into his back, Robby right in front of him. Robby’s hands roamed slowly from Dennis’s hips up to his neck, then to his face, thumbs warm against his jaw as he held him there.
“Are you sure you don’t want to eat first?” Robby asked gently. “Drink something?”
Dennis shook his head. He was already flushed, skin burning everywhere they touched him, every bit of contact shooting straight down to his dick. He was painfully aware Robby could probably feel it through his jeans.
“I’m alright” he managed. “Thank you.”
“Oh” Jack murmured behind him amused. “What a polite little mouse.” his lips found the back of Dennis’s neck, open-mouthed, right over that spot that made his knees go weak. His hands slid under Dennis’s shirt, palms warm, fingers spreading.
A soft, involuntary sound slipped out of Dennis before Robby tipped his chin up and kissed him.
It started shy, barely a peck, but then deepened, mouths parting, tongues brushing, teeth catching. Dennis’s hands clutched at Robby’s forearms, grounding himself as much as he could.
“And so sweet” Robby said when they broke apart just long enough to breathe.
“Yeah, brother?” Jack said. “Let me taste.”
He turned Dennis’s head over his shoulder and kissed him hard, teeth grazing, lips pulling. At the same time, Robby’s mouth moved to Dennis’s exposed neck, claiming the skin there with slow, lingering kisses.
“I already want to eat him for dinner every night” Jack joked between laughs and kisses.
Robby huffed fondly. “Bed?”
Dennis didn’t trust his voice to answer.
***
The walk from the kitchen to the master bedroom was barely a walk at all. It felt more like being carried along by the current of two bigger men, hands and mouths never leaving him, switching places every few steps, tugging clothes away piece by piece as they went.
By the time Dennis’s knees bumped into the edge of the bed, he was down to nothing but thin boxers that did absolutely nothing to hide the aching boner beneath. His hair was wrecked, eyes blown wide and glassy, body already too turned on.
Robby eased him back onto the mattress, gentle , too gentle despite everything, and settled between his legs. Big hands spread over Dennis’s thighs, thumbs digging in as his beard dragged slowly across the sensitive skin there, scratchy and making Dennis jolt. Jack positioned himself by Dennis’s head, kneeling on the bed, kissing him deep and slow, stealing his breath.
“Okay?” Robby asked.
Dennis wasn’t entirely sure what he was agreeing to, but he nodded anyway.
That was all it took.
Robby’s mouth closed over the fabric, tongue hot and wet as it dragged along the length beneath, soaking it through. He sucked and pressed and nudged, mouth hollowing over the head through the cloth, nose brushing low enough to make Dennis’s back arch.
“Ah-fuck- ” Dennis broke away from Jack’s mouth, hips jerking forward without permission. “Robby, c’mon- ”
“Be patient” Robby tutted before going back to it.
By then the fabric was ruined, saliva and embarrassing amounts of precum darkening it, clinging tight. Dennis’s hands fisted in the sheets, breath coming apart as his body learned very quickly how little control he actually had.
“Let’s put that mouth to good use, yeah?” Jack said like he was suggesting a coffee break or having pizza for dinner.
His thumbs hooked into the waistband and pushed down. His cock slipped free, already hard, so thick, sitting heavy against his stomach before dropping forward. The skin was flushed, barely any hair, freckles dusting down from his stomach, disappearing where Dennis’s mouth was about to be. A slow pulse ran through the head, leaking a thin smear of precum that caught the light. Jack gave it one lazy stroke, just enough to spread it, then let go.
“C’mon” he added, flat and patient. “Say ah.”
Dennis did.
He opened his mouth and took the head in, lips sealing as his tongue traced the slit, tasting precum and the faint minty taste of Jack’s body wash. The contrast hit him hard,clean and salt and skin, and he moaned as he let it slide deeper, throat working around him, hips pressing up without thinking.
“Atta boy” Jack purred.
Dennis took more of him, tongue finding the underside even in his awkward pose, one hand coming up to cup and roll his balls while Jack watched through his lashes, breath hitching. “Fuck” Jack breathed, fingers curling into the back of Dennis’s hair. “So good.”
Dennis groaned around him just as Robby’s hands finally tugged the soaked fabric down his hips, freeing him completely. Robby made a low approving sound before leaning back in, no cloth now, nothing in the way, and Dennis nearly choked on a moan.
Robby’s beard dragged over his shaft, and then his mouth followed, lips working him slow and confidently, mustache brushing in a way that sent sparks straight up his spine. He couldn't help but whine with what little control he had left over his throat.
“Just like that, little mouse” Jack murmured. “So fucking noisy.”
His hand tightened at Dennis’s nape, guiding him and setting the rhythm. Dennis followed almost on instinct, swallowing and licking as best he could while Robby took him in deep, hands sliding up to his ribs, thumbs finding his puffy nipples and twisting just enough to make his breath break.
It was too much. It was everything at once.
They hadn’t even touched his ass yet, and Dennis was already going insane, body shaking and hips stuttering. Robby clearly knew exactly what he was doing, because it hadn’t been long at all, and Dennis was already right there, dangerously close to cuming down his boss’s throat.
“Mhm- fuck- wait- ” Dennis nearly shouted as he pulled Jack’s dick from his mouth and lifted Robby away from him. “I’ll cum.”
“That’s okay, pretty boy” Robby murmured, already trying to lower himself back down anyway.
Dennis stopped him, flushing hard. “No, I- ” He swallowed. “I want you both to fuck me before I cum.”
Jack barked a laugh, straightening as he crossed the space to Robby and clapped a hand against his back, wordlessly cueing the switch. “Shit, brother, we’re too old for this.”
“We are” Robby chuckled, trading places with him without protest.
Robby dropped to his knees in front of Dennis as Jack flipped him, guiding him onto his stomach, hips up, legs parting with minimal fuss
Jack whistled low. “What a sight.”
His palm came down in a sharp slap against Dennis’s right cheek. The skin bloomed red immediately, heat spreading fast.
Dennis sucked in a breath, more surprised than hurt. “Fuck- ” he managed.
Jack shrugged with a smile on his voice. “You looked like you could handle it.”
Robby hummed “He does look sturdy. Farm kid can probably handle a lot.”
Dennis let out a shaky laugh, still catching up with his body. “Is that supposed to be reassuring?”
“Very” Jack said. Another light pat to the same spot, not a slap this time. “Means you won’t break.”
Dennis tilted his hips without thinking, offering the ass again. The realization hit him a second too late, and Jack noticed immediately.
“Oh” Jack said, pleased. “I think he liked that.”
Robby snorted. “Told you. Mouthy and brave. Dangerous combo.”
“Little mouse’s pretty all over” Jack said after a chuckle, hands spreading his cheeks, fingers kneading slowly as one thumb drifted, teasing Dennis' rim.
“He is, isn’t he?” Robby said softly. “So pretty, so eager.”
“Can you suck my cock now, or do you need a minute?”
Jack snorted quietly from behind Dennis nearby. “He’s not gonna take the minute.”
Dennis didn’t argue. He moved on instinct, surging forward until his mouth closed around Robby, too fast to overthink it. There was no easing in, just the blunt stretch of it, the way his jaw had to open wider than was comfortable, the weight of it settling heavy against his tongue. He choked a little, eyes watering, then adjusted instead of pulling back.
Robby was big enough that Dennis had to work at it. Had to breathe through his nose, had to slow himself down, had to fight the stupid urge to rush. The taste was immediate, enough to make his thighs tense and his eyes roll back despite himself. He found a rhythm that worked, forward, hold, back just enough to breathe, cheeks hollowing as he took what he could, then pushed for more anyway.
Spit slid down his chin, messier the longer he stayed there, jaw burning in that good, stupid way. He moaned around it without meaning to, the sound vibrating through him, encouraged by the way Robby’s body reacted above him.
Behind him, Jack got to work.
Cold lube spread over his hole before a finger pushed in slowly. Deep enough to make Dennis tense, sinking to the knuckle and stopping there, holding him open just long enough to pull a needy sound out of his throat.
Dennis’s breath stuttered. His hands curled in the sheets.
Jack took his time after that. A small shift of his wrist, the finger curling, then pressing again. Each movement landed exactly where it needed to, lighting him up from the inside, making his knees threaten to buckle even with the mattress holding him up.
“You prepared yourself for this” Jack teased, punctuating the words with another open-palmed slap. “Didn’t you?”
Another finger joined the first, hooking just right, setting his skin on fire.
“Can you imagine it, brother?” Jack went on, voice low and amused. “Little mouse fingering himself, thinking about us?”
Dennis was already falling apart again, humiliation sinking deep, working far too well as his body clenched around Jack’s fingers, breath breaking around Robby’s dick
“Don’t be mean, Jack” Robby said warmly, his hand sliding under Dennis’s jaw, thumb petting the hinge with maddening care. “Look at him. Doing such a good job.” He held Dennis’s gaze. Tears tracked down Dennis’s cheeks, saliva and precum slipping messily from his lips. “So good for us, aren’t you?”
Dennis couldn’t answer. Not with pleasure flooding him from every side, not with Jack’s fingers deep inside him, pressing and prodding with every other flick while rough words followed, not with the weight of Robby’s cock resting so sweetly on his tongue, his voice low and coaxing, spilling praise that was meant only for him.
“He asked you something” Jack ordered, punctuating it with another slap to his cheek. Dennis nearly spilled right there.
“Mhm- yes, yes, please fuck me already, please.”
“So well-mannered” Jack said, planting kisses along the younger man’s spine. “How could I ever say no to that? I’ll fuck you first, make you come, leave you relaxed and open for our buddy here. Okay? Think you can come twice?”
Dennis nodded again shyly, thinking distantly that he could probably come ten times with these two men over him.
“Use your words” Jack said, kneeling behind him, massaging his hole and lining himself up. “Don’t make me say it again.”
Or what? Dennis wanted to ask, but his self-preservation instincts kicked in just in time.
“Yes. I can, sir” he said before he could stop himself.
Robby and Jack both took a slow breath, then chuckled. Dennis flushed hard at the sound, at the easy, wordless exchange between them. Did they like that?
“Good boy” Robby murmured, smoothing Dennis’s hair back from his face. “Now let Jack fuck you till you come, okay? He’ll make you feel real good.”
“Damn right I will” Jack said, already moving in. He pressed forward slowly, the heavy head of his cock catching at the tight rim before giving way. Dennis sucked in a sharp breath as it slid in, inch by inch, stretch burning just enough to make his toes curl, until there was no more room left to take. Full. Properly filled. No space left anywhere around it.
Jack stopped there, just for a beat. Long enough to feel it. Long enough to let Dennis feel it too.
Then he started to move.
Slow at first, almost curious, easing back and pushing in again, learning the shape of him from the inside. Each thrust made Dennis open a little more, his body yielding without much resistance, giving up fast once it realized there was no point fighting it.
“You are so fucking tight, little mouse” Jack said, breath rough. “You’re gonna make me cum way too fast.”
“Don’t blame the kid, old man” Robby said with a short laugh, stroking himself as he watched. Dennis tried to reach for him again, mouth seeking, but Robby clicked his tongue. “Just enjoy, baby. I’ll get my turn.”
And he did. Once Jack found his pace, he kept it there, every thrust landing in the same spot without mercy or variation. The repetition did the damage fast. Pressure built where Dennis couldn’t escape it, stacking on itself until his thoughts simply shut down, replaced by a hot, blank buzz that left him open and pliant.
His dick bounced uselessly beneath him, never touched, reacting anyway, leaking uselessly onto the sheets in uneven spurts every time Jack drove back in. The response felt wrong and overwhelming, his body giving up control completely, tightening and spilling on instinct alone.
Dennis tried to say something and couldn’t. All that came out were broken, breathless sounds, the same few syllables over and over, his face pressed into the mattress while his body stayed trapped in that exact rhythm, taking it until there was nothing left to resist with.
“Jesus fuck” Jack groaned, pushing him down harder. “He’s incredible, Mickey.” Another thrust “Can we keep him? I want him here till I die.”
Dennis moaned at that, the words sinking in even through the haze. Being talked about like that, like something they wanted, something worth keeping. If that meant this could happen again?
Yeah. He’d agree to that. No hesitation.
Robby smiled, warm and a little wrecked.
“We’ll ask him later. I don’t think his brain is not working right now, is it? Mine never is when you fuck me.”
That image alone nearly finished him.
Dennis tried to warn them. Tried to get words out before it tipped him over, breath hitching as the pressure built too fast to outrun. Jack’s hands stayed firm on his hips, fingers digging in, holding him exactly where he needed to be, and the rhythm didn’t slow.
He was only a few thrusts away, already right there, body betraying him without permission. The slap landed sharp and sudden, and that was all it took.
Pleasure ripped through him, hot and overwhelming, spilling out of him as his body locked up and shook apart. His dick pulsed untouched beneath him, the release tearing free while his muscles clenched hard around Jack, vision going white at the edges.
Jack didn’t let him fold. He held him up through it, grip tight, keeping him open, together by force alone. A few more drives and Jack followed him, emptying himself deep inside him, breath gone and low as he stayed there, pressed in, refusing to let the moment slip apart too soon.
“Fuck” Jack breathed, forehead resting between Dennis’s shoulders. “You’re something else, little mouse.” He turned his head just enough to kiss him. “You did amazing.”
Jack pulled back, and for a moment none of them moved. They took the time it required to breathe again, to remember how legs worked, how to stay upright after that.
Jack looked down at the mess he’d left behind. He used his thumbs to spread Dennis’s hole just enough to see it, the slow leak, the way his body kept pulsing, still reacting even though it was over. He watched it a beat longer than necessary, then snorted under his breath.
“You’re gonna love him, brother.”
He moved off the bed and dropped into the chair by the wall, unhooking the prosthetic with the ease of habit and setting it aside. He rubbed at the stump, letting out a tired breath, as if this part always caught up with him eventually.
Robby glanced over. “Want help?” The question was warm and automatic.
“Later” Jack said. He leaned back, eyes already back on them. “Right now I wanna watch my boys have fun.”
Robby turned back to Dennis. He was still warm, still loose, body heavy and pliant from the inside out.
Robby leaned in close. “Think you’ve got another round in you, pretty boy?”
Dennis swallowed, already pushing himself upright, knees back under him. He looked at Robby through heavy lashes, open and wrecked and still brave enough to ask.
“Yeah. Can I- can I ride you?”
Robby laughed and stretched out on the bed.
“Of course you can, baby. You sure you can handle it?”
The care in his voice was almost unfair. The way he spoke to him made Dennis want to laugh and melt at the same time.
“I was raised on a farm, Robby” he said, dry as anything. “I know how to ride.”
“Well damn” Robby grinned. “saddle up, cowboy.”
Dennis huffed a shy laugh and swung a leg over him, the movement a little unsteady but determined. He grabbed the lube, spilled it into his palm without measuring, and wrapped his hand around Robby’s cock. He worked it slow, coating him carefully, thumb dragging where Robby was already sensitive enough to make him hiss and tip his head back.
Dennis paused there, watching that reaction, then lined himself up.
The first inch made everything in him go tight. He sucked in a breath and kept going anyway, lowering himself down with painful patience, the stretch slow and insistent, pulling the air straight out of his lungs. His hands slid to Robby’s shoulders, grip turning desperate as he sank the rest of the way, finally seated, shaking where he hovered.
He stayed there, chest rising too fast, body buzzing while it adjusted around the length of him. Jack had been thick, overwhelming in a blunt, crowding way. Robby was different , long, deep, reaching places Jack hadn’t, the pressure spreading inward until Dennis’s head went light and his toes curled against the sheets without him telling them to
“Easy” Robby murmured, hands coming to his hips. “Take your time. Breathe.”
“My first time on that dick I almost landed in the ER” Jack added from the chair, amused. “You’re doing great, little mouse. You take him really well.”
Dennis closed his eyes and started to move.
Just a little at first. A careful roll of his hips, testing the angle, letting Robby’s cock shift inside him until the sensation spread hot and heavy, blooming outward and dragging a breath out of him that he hadn’t planned on making. He was hard again already, leaking, the mess of it barely registering past how full he felt.
“Yeah” Robby said quietly, hands coming up to guide him. They were big nd warm, steady on his hips, pulling him down just a fraction deeper each time. “Just like that. You’re a natural.”
“Fuck” Dennis breathed, teeth catching on his lower lip as his legs finally figured out what to do with themselves. Up, then down again. Slow at first, then a little braver, taking it every time without stopping. “Fuck- ah.”
“That’s it” Robby said low. “Don’t wear yourself out.”
He didn’t actually let him slow down. Every time Dennis lifted, Robby met him halfway, thrusting up just enough to steal the relief right out from under him. He held him there for a beat, pressed deep, unforgiving, before letting him move again.
“Oh my god” Dennis whined, the sound breaking halfway through. “Oh my god, I feel you so deep.”
“Yeah” Robby answered, his voice rough now, stripped of its calm. His feet dug into the mattress, leverage turning ruthless, hands locking on Dennis’s hips hard enough to leave marks he’d feel later. “You feel incredible, baby. You take it so well.”
Dennis shuddered at that, the praise landing right where everything was already too sensitive, his body giving up more control with every slow, dragging movement.
Dennis’s dick twitched, interest very much awake despite how close he already was to coming apart.
“Yeah?” he gasped, the sound rough, dragged out of him. “How well?”
Robby laughed under his breath. “Way too well.” His hands stayed locked on Dennis’s hips, thumbs digging in when Dennis started to shake and lose the rhythm. “You were incredible for Jack.” He guided him through another slow roll. “And now look at you. Riding me like this.” His grip tightenedm. “You’re gonna feel us for days.”
“Robby- ah- fuck- ” Dennis broke, breath shredding as the pressure climbed too fast to ride out. His body pitched forward, muscles pulling tight around Robby without permission. “I’m close. Please. Touch me. I can’t-”
“I know” Robby said soft. “Me too. Let me.”
Dennis nodded desperately, head dropping as he clung to Robby’s shoulders just to stay upright.
Robby leaned up enough to spit into his palm, wrapped his hand around Dennis’s dick and moved with the same steady timing he’d been keeping inside him. Every stroke lined up perfectly with the drag and press of Robby’s body underneath, the sensation stacking too fast to process.
Dennis came hard. There was no warning left in him, no control to grab onto. His body locked up as it spilled everywhere, hips jerking once before going boneless, muscles clenching tight around Robby as if trying to keep him there.
The reaction pushed Robby over immediately. His breath punched out of him, a broken sound as he followed, holding Dennis through it, staying deep and unmoving while the last of it tore through him. He didn’t pull away. Just stayed there, hands firm, letting Dennis shake it out until the tension finally drained and his weight sagged down, spent and pliant against him.
Dennis rested his forehead against Robby’s, breath still uneven, their noses brushing every time one of them inhaled too deep. Robby leaned in and kissed him sloppy, more breath than precision. It still worked. Dennis melted into it anyway.
“You alive?” Robby asked, brushing his curls back, thumb lingering at his temple like he was checking for something.
“Mhm” Dennis said, rough and tired. “Surprisingly.”
They stayed like that for a moment, foreheads touching, letting the shaking settle out of Dennis’s legs. When Robby finally pulled back, he did it carefully, easing out and standing like his joints hadn’t just been pushed to their limit.
He crossed the room and hooked an arm under Jack, helping him up without comment, steadying him until they both made it back to the bed.
“He’s a dream” Robby said, still a little breathless as he grabbed a towel and tossed it Jack’s way. “Clean him up. I’ll reheat dinner. We earned it.”
“Emotionally and physically” Jack said, catching the towel. He leaned in and kissed Robby, quick and familiar, before turning his attention back to Dennis. “Don’t move.”
Dennis didn’t. He didn’t need to be told twice.
***
“Is it edible?” Robby asked followed by a huff as Jack poked his ribs.
They were on the couch now. Dennis sat barefoot with a bowl in his hands, drowning in one of Robby’s old shirts. Robby had Jack’s leg across his lap, thumbs working into the sore muscle and skin with infinite care and patience. Jack made grateful sounds he didn’t bother hiding.
“Mhm” Dennis said. “You both look like men who shouldn’t be trusted near a stove, so this is impressive.”
“We contain multitudes” Jack laughed.
Dennis hesitated, then hid his face behind the bowl. “Was that true? What you said earlier?”
“What part?” Robby asked, voice low.
“About… keeping me.”
Robby didn’t hesitate. “Yeah. It was.” He glanced at Jack. “If you want us, we’d want you. Right?”
Jack nodded. “You’re welcome to the weekly stress-relief program. Attendance flexible.”
Dennis snorted. “Do I ever get to fuck either of you?”
That got a laugh out of both of them.
Jack laughed. “Bold question.”
“Eventually” Robby said. “You think you could handle that?”
Dennis shrugged and took another bite. “I grew up handling large animals with poor impulse control.” very matter-of-factly like if that explained anything.
Jack eyed him. “That explains a lot.”
Robby laughed, and Dennis felt pretty good about his odds.