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Sometimes Dennis didn’t know how he ended up in these situations. But he was a broke med student if he saw a chance for extra cash. And so that is how he found himself in an art studio with almost nothing but a cardigan in a cool studio reminiscent of the hospital with white walls and lighting. And people waiting to see his almost naked body be displayed before them for the next few hours.
Robby didn’t take much time to himself these days. Not many people knew what exactly he did outside of work when he had the chance. Generally that was how he liked it. It was nice being able to get away sometimes. Away from the same familiar faces. People who didn’t know who he was and didn’t care. He did art study nights sometimes when he had time off, everyone was focused on their own work and not him. And he didn’t have to stress about someone dying under his watch, just pen on paper.
The studio was doing a live model night. It wasn’t like Robby needed a model to note the anatomy of the human body but that wasn’t the point. He was here to just clear his head. Just mindlessly scrawl across the page of whoever they were about to have come in. They’d drink and their sketch and some people made small talk. He was chatting to Collins who insisted on seeing proof of Robby actually having a life, wine glasses at their sides.
Their model was being led to the room and he didn’t look up immediately. He’d taken a space closer to the back, figuring he’d let others have the better view. He was here for leisure not trying to hone a needed technique. When he did look up to see what model they’d have for them today he promptly choked on his wine, spitting some up on his thankfully black shirt. Collins gave him a side eye but he was distracted. Was that fucking Whitaker? He must be seeing things. This boy that’s been haunting frankly too much of his thoughts lately he must have made a mistake.
And then he looked again. And their eyes met. And he was utterly fucked
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Dennis was fucked. This wasn’t his first time doing this admittedly; he’d volunteered in college to arts students who needed a model. Apparently something about him having a “farm boy physique” that brought a change in their usual models.
But this was more formal. Not coordinated by the school but an art studio. Where most people probably had more confidence in their art than Dennis had about his whole life. So it wasn’t much more anxiety than usual, being walked in nothing but a sheet and his underwear and directed into a comfortable pose he’d be able to hold for a while. He didn’t think about the eyes on him.
Until he met his eyes. And god those were eyes he knew. Eyes he looked into for way too long when they were together in the ER. He barely caught the fact that Dr. Robby literally choked, seeing it was him at the front of the room. And suddenly his face felt bright red with the attention.
“Don’t worry these professionals here wont be anything but. They’re no strangers to live models and will treat you with respect you deserve.” A woman was talking but Dennis didn’t hear her. It wasn’t being ogled he was concerned about. For most people here it was a matter of professional or personal interest in the art of well, art. He wouldn’t have any problem with it if it wasn’t for the fact his attending is there and will be staring at his mostly naked body. He had to force his eyes away. He had to breathe. He had to get himself under control. That was easier said than done.
Robby felt like he was having a stroke. Dennis. Dennis Whitaker. Huckleberry. Was here of all places. And the model of all people. And Robby, well, Robby suddenly forgot how a pen worked. He could see why Dennis was hired. Staring at the open expanses of his chest, the strong muscles that were up until now, hidden by mostly scrubs. Of course he heard of the farm boy remarks but god he certainly had the physique for it.
Heather eventually cleared her throat and he realized he’d been staring. Shit he’d been caught staring like an animal at Whitaker. He couldn’t meet her eyes either. “Just draw.” He muttered.
“Think I need to be reminding you.” She muttered back, giving a slight shake of her head. She noticed the look. Of course she noticed that look.
Robby spent the next hour trying to just resort to plan A. Pretend nothing was wrong. He was just here, he was here as an artist, nothing more, just an exercise in anatomy. Hell he purposefully sat a little further back because he didn’t need the anatomy refresh and now here he is truing to steal glances in a mostly naked Whitaker with silk sheets draped around his shoulders looking like- like perfection.
And Dennis? Poor Dennis was just trying to get out of here without popping a boner. The eyes of strangers, he could handle. The eyes of Robby? That was something else. Something about the way his eyes danced over his body. Maybe he was delusional but he could’ve sworn he could see heat in Robby’s eyes whenever they happened to meet. And when they’d linger. They were saying nothing but maybe they were saying everything they had to.
When the session was over Dennis fled as fast as he could out of the room and away from prying eyes. He had to get dressed he had to get out of here before he did something stupid. But as he started to collect his things he felt a hand clasp him on the back and a familiar voice. “Hey.”
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Robby was so fucked up. He knew he shouldn’t. He should’ve left with Collins and called it a night. Went to a bar, maybe found someone to make him forget about those damn blue eyes and the curves of his torso and Goddamnit who was he kidding. It was a bad idea. He was making a bad idea. But still he found himself packing up his things, eyeing the room Dennis had went off to and once most of the others had cleared, he went in a different direction.
“Hey,” He tried not to startle Dennis but he jumped at the touch anyway. And now they were close and goddamn this was really a bad idea. His mouth felt dry all of a sudden. “I ah, I didn’t expect to see you here.” He chuckled. It sounded a little forced.
Dennis pressed his lips together and gave a tight smile and a nod. “Likewise. I ah, I didn’t know you were an artist.” He gestured to the satchel Robby had with him. “And I’m- well- it’s not bad pay that’s all and well they needed someone and I needed money and I-“
“Whitaker?”
“Yes sir?” He stilled, looking at the other for a moment.
Robby simply smiled, just a small smile but there. “You don’t have to explain yourself Dennis, can I call you Dennis?”
Dennis was almost too stunned to speak for a moment but he managed to nod. “Yes, of course you can Dr-“
“If I do that then I’m going to have to get you to just call me Michael.” The smile quirked up a little more at the sides.
Dennis paused a moment but nodded. “Yes, M-Michael,” he tested it out. It felt good on his lips. And hearing Dr- Michael call him just Dennis made something stir inside of him.
They should talk about this. Should they talk about this? It wasn’t really a big deal they just happened to run into each other on a day off. Doing things they had hoped to do in peace without the prying eyes of your attendings – yes, attendings because he did notice Collins was there but he didn’t care as much about her presence. It wasn’t the same as Michael.
“You feel like a drink?” The words came out of Robby’s mouth easy enough, his hands shoved in his pockets as he glanced around at any eyes that might be lingering on them for too long. Then he looked back at Dennis.
“A drink”
“Yes.” He nodded
“With you?”
“Yes.” He nodded again. “If you’re up for it, of course.” He left the offer open
Dennis only hesitated a split second before “I’d love to.” He blurt out and then smiled a little. “I mean that’d be nice, Michael.” Like they hadn’t been basically eyefucking for the last hour. But is that what that was? Maybe Dennis is reading this wrong. Maybe he’s way wrong.
But somehow they find the two of them walking side by side down a sidewalk in a part of town Dennis had admittedly never really been. He let Michael lead the way, assuming the man had a place in mind. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence but there was… tension. He could feel it. Sitting under the collar of his sweater and making him feel like he can’t breathe. Maybe this is a bad idea.
But then there was a door being held open, and Michael looking at him with those eyes. Those soft eyes with a bit of concern about how Dennis was doing. He always wanted to see how Dennis was doing. He managed to get out a “thank you” before they went in and got situated at the bar.
Dennis sipped a rum and coke and Robby got bourbon. They sipped their drinks in silence for a few moments before Dennis got his voice back. He cleared his throat. “So, you’re an artist?” He said that already didn’t he? Damnit.
Robby nodded his head and gave a small, almost shy smile. “Well, not professionally it’s just a hobby. The Pitt is my life but my books keep me sane.” He hummed. “You make a habit of being a model?”
Dennis choked on his drink a bit, colour flooding to his face. “Well- Um- n-no not often. I get opportunities sometimes, I’ve done it before, you know. Med school is expensive so… money is money, right?” he chuckles, feeling a little more loose from the drink in his hand but still on edge.
Michael tipped his glass in recognition. “Been there done that.” He chuckled. God medschool felt like an eon away… he was feeling dated at this current topic. Which wasn’t great when he was also admiring how this particular student doctor looked under the bar lighting. He looked amazing. He was amazing. He was- ok he needs to stop himself there.
Meanwhile Dennis still hadn’t stopped staring himself. Dr. Robby was a force to be reckoned with in The Pitt. He’d never seen him this casual before ever. Neither of them are in scrubs. They’re out of the hospital. No one else they know is around. Its just him, and Michael, sitting in a bar. “Did I do a good job?” He hummed, testing the waters.
Michael cocked his head to the side a little like he was trying to figure the kid out. He was. The tone in his voice. The way he looked at him. He wasn’t stupid. And he knew Dennis wasn’t either. “You’re very good.”
The words came out in a tone that made a shiver run down Whitaker’s spine. He quickly downed the rest of his glass and set it on the table, letting his fingers dance along the rim. Anxiety was prickling under his skin and he was trying to ignore it. To fight it down and out of the equation.
Robby gave a strangled sound beside him. “Jesus kid, what are you doing to me-“ He muttered, rubbing his palm down his face, head shaking a little.
“I think the question should be what do you want to do to me?” A moment of bold confidence shot from him before he could have time to regret it.
Those words broke Michael. They both surely knew what they were talking about right now. They’ve had one drink each. All the staring and the touching at work in the days leading up to this. All that tension was bound to break eventually. And it broke.
Robby tossed enough bills on the bar to cover both their drinks and took Dennis’s hand and all but dragged him out of the bar.
Dennis only felt the cool night hair for a few moments before he was being crowded back against a wall beside the bar. Michael was there, pushed up in front of him, faces inches apart. He could feel the breath on his face and he licked his lips. “So help me god Michael-“
Maybe it was hearing that desperate way Dennis said his name but that was enough. Enough to lose all inhibition and kiss the boy. His lips were soft, much softer than he was used to. He didn’t usually go for the young ones. Dennis was…. Well he was just Dennis in a way that made him weak.
Dennis was pretty sure he’d gone to heaven at the moment felling the lips of Dr. Rabinovitch on his after all those looks he’d gotten it was about damn time. Was he aware of how bad of an idea this was? Yeah. But he had to admit it felt like a long time coming.
He didn’t know how long they stood there swapping spit before they finally broke away, panting. “Take me home, Michael.”
And that was all Dennis needed to say for Michael to start leading him to his car.
Chapter 2
Summary:
Here you go you heathens here's the smut chapter!
Note I haven't written smut in years I am pretty sure I am rusty but here we go lol
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
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It was quick work getting to Michael’s place. Truthfully, Dennis wasn’t even paying that much attention to the inside of his boss’s house. He had other priorities. Mainly pushing Robby against the door as soon as they were inside and claiming his lips again.
Michael, on his part, was a little surprised by the move but quickly recovered, hands falling easily onto Dennis’s hips and pulling him close. Their kiss was deep and messy and full of pent-up want. Sue him, it was hot seeing Dennis take what he wanted.
Dennis’s lips left the other’s, instead opting to trail kisses down the side of his neck, fingers wrapped tight at the front of Michael’s shirt. He heard the man curse, and it made him grin, pulling away enough to see the look on his face. And it was a sight. His face was flushed red, his lips wet and parted, breathing heavily as he stared at the boy in front of him. “What do you want, Dr. Robby?” Dennis teased, a small grin settled on his face.
Michael had to curse again. How the hell was he ever going to keep a straight face at work after hearing Whitaker say his title like that? “You,” he spoke. “Only you.” And it was sincere. He didn’t even care how this went tonight; even if this is as far as anything went, he could die a happy man. “What do you want?”
Dennis gave a small smirk, quirking his head to the side a little bit. “You.” He spoke simply. It was the truth.
Robby let out a groan, head dropping just slightly before he started pushing Dennis back. He didn’t let the space between them grow too much, following eagerly as he guided Dennis through the house and to the bedroom.
Dennis kept kissing everywhere he could reach. When he wasn’t satisfied, he pulled Michael’s shirt up over his head, leaving it carelessly in the hallway. And then he stared. He’d spent a lot of time fantasizing about this moment. Nothing compared to the reality of it all, though. He didn’t even notice where they were until the back of his knees hit something and he went stumbling back onto the bed.
Now this was a sight he wanted to commit to memory. Robby stranding over him, shirt gone, face flushed, unbuckling his belt, looming over Dennis. The boy was pretty sure he’d never been so hard in his life. And so what else was he going to do besides reach out and pull the man down on top of him?
Michael chuckled softly, and Dennis almost whined when he leaned back on his knees instead of kissing him again. But then there were hands under the hem of his shirt, and he took the hint, sitting up enough to toss the unwanted clothing away.
Dennis wasn’t as scrawny as he looked by any means. He grew up working on a farm. He wasn’t jacked, but he had muscles on his bones. He decided to show that fact off just a little bit. His arms came snaking around Michael’s waist, using his core and legs to flip them over so he was leaning over top of a once again, flustered-looking Dr. Robby. It made him smile. The man clearly hadn’t been expecting that.
Dennis hummed and ran a hand down Robby’s chest, admiring this sight too. “You’re gorgeous.” He hummed, leaning down to capture the other man’s lips, deciding to give him a little grace and pressing his hips down. He felt Michael groan against his lips.
Dennis could’ve gotten off just like this, but he wasn’t done yet. He pulled back as much as the arms around his waist would let him and grinned. “I’m going to ride you.” He said simply.
Michael let out a puff of disbelief. “God, please.” His voice sounded rough, and Dennis felt pride knowing that it was because of him.
Dennis didn’t need to hear him ask twice. They made quick work of getting each other’s pants off. Michael had reached into his bedside table to grab a bottle of lube and a condom. Dennis took it upon himself to give the older man a show, taking the lube and prepping himself while the other watched.
And Michael was sure as hell watching. He couldn’t look away if he tried to. It was a sight seeing Dennis there, on top of him, naked, fingers deep inside himself. He dug his fingers into the boy’s hips like he’d disappear at any second.
When Dennis stopped and looked at the other, his expression went soft. Like he could see exactly what Robby was thinking. Using his still clean hand, he cupped the other’s face and kissed him deeply. “You’re amazing.” He hummed.
“I should be telling you that,” Michael muttered back, pulling Dennis closer and grinding his hips up. He felt the boy shudder against him. “You look so good preparing yourself for me.”
“Only for you.” Dennis smiled, kissing down his neck and sucking a mark by his collarbone. Low enough that it would only be seen by the two of them. But they’d both know it was there, just as sure on the marks on Dennis’s hips.
Robby was absolutely losing his mind; he was going to lose his load before they even got down to business. But since he still had a grip on the boy above him, he pulled him closer, rubbing his dick against Whitaker’s ass
Dennis took the hint and lifted himself up a little, lining the other up with himself before sinking down slowly with a groan.
Michael’s head tipped back slightly, but only for a moment because he decided he wanted to see the sight in front of him. He needed to document all of this to memory as soon as possible. Hopefully, they’d have more than just tonight to commit, but he was sure as hell going to remember this. “Fuck Dennis-“
Dennis grinned, hands on the other’s chest as he settled down completely. Hearing his name on Michael’s tongue made a shudder run through him. He took a moment to get used to things before he started rocking his hips. “Oh fuck…” He muttered.
He was in bliss. He wasn’t exactly as inexperienced as people tended to expect him to be, but it had been a while, he’d admit. And this was fulfilling so many fantasies of his right now; he couldn’t believe it.
Dennis was being a tease, and Robby was going insane. He needed Dennis to go faster. Harder. Literally anything besides the torturously slow pace he was going at now. He used his hands to drag Dennis down onto him more, thrusting his hips at the same time. He heard the other gasp, and he grinned a little, knowing he struck the right spot.
His glee didn’t last long, though, when Dennis grabbed his wrists and forced his arms beside his head. He opened his mouth to protest, but it died on his tongue when he saw the look on Dennis’s face. He had this hardened, determined look that Robby had seen when they were working together. But seeing it now? Like this? It sent a shudder down his spine.
“No.”
“No?”
“We’re doing this my way,” Dennis grinned. “Which means I’m going to take my time with you.” He ran his hands down Michael’s arms, over his chest as he leaned back on top of him. “And you’re going to take it.”
Michael groaned under the touch. “Dennis…”
“What?” He hummed, head tilting to the side as he rocked his hips again. “Something to say?”
Robby kept his hands where Dennis had put them. He hadn’t technically been told to, but he felt like that’s what he should be doing. His fingers twitched to grab at every part of the boy in front of him, though. He swallowed thickly. “Please…”
“Please, what?” Oh, Dennis was certainly enjoying himself. He was willing to sacrifice his own pleasure to prolong this. Besides, he wasn’t really delaying anything for himself; no one said he couldn’t stroke himself while sitting there on top of the other.
Michael whined. He was too old to be making that kind of sound, but it happened anyway. “Please give me more, I need more, more of you, anything, anything you want,” the words spilled from his lips. Whatever he said seemed to please the other because he grinned and suddenly started moving with much more force.
Sue him, the fact that he was making his boss literally beg to fuck him was beyond hot, and he could only pretend it wasn’t for so long. He kept up a fast pace, letting his head fall back. He let Robby’s hands wander his body again, letting him help him along on top of him
Eventually, Dennis could feel the familiar coil start in his abdomen. “Fuck Michael-“ he groaned, hands gripping at the other’s arms to help keep him stable.
“Fuck I’m so close, please Dennis…” Robby moaned his name, and it didn’t take much longer after that for him to cum. He could’ve sworn he blacked out for a minute with how hard he came. But then Dennis was still moving, using him to get himself off. And Michael watched as the other jerked himself off until he came all over his chest. He was practically seeing stars when he stopped and, ignoring the mess between them, he heaved forward, head tucking easily against the other’s neck.
“Fuck-“ Robby’s arms came to settle around Dennis, pulling him close as they both came down from their highs.
“Ditto,” Dennis muttered, entirely fucked out.
Michael chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to Dennis’s damp hair. God, this boy was perfect. In so many ways, he was perfect. And he was here with him. “We should get cleaned up, we’re all sticky.”
“We can shower later. I don’t think I can move.” Dennis chuckled a little.
“Mmm, what if I carry you and we have a bath?” He offered. Honestly, that sounded like a very great idea right about now. He was bound to be sore tomorrow, but hell, it was worth every ache.
“You carrying me around, I might need a round two.” The boy snickered, already pressing open-mouthed kisses at Robby’s neck. He tasted salty from sweat, but he didn’t even care.
Michael snorted and carded his fingers through Dennis’s hair. “I’m old, remember, you’re going to have to give me some time,” he laughed softly. The younger libido was a little riveting. Of course, he remembered those days himself when he could get off and be ready again in a short amount of time. Dennis was exactly the type of reason that would do that, too.
“Just cause you can’t get hard again doesn’t mean I can’t.” He chuckled. “Maybe you’ll have to just watch me jerk off. Or maybe you can give me a hand and suck me-“
“Ok that’s enough from you,” Michael shoved his head playfully, feeling a stir in his stomach despite being thoroughly exhausted.
“You love it,” the boy teased.
Yes, he absolutely did love it.
“Maybe next time I’ll fuck you…” He continued to talk about the things he wanted to do
Robby, instead of listening, just hauled him up into a slow kiss. “There will be plenty of next times, let's just go get cleaned up for now.” He chuckled.
“Alright, deal. Maybe I’ll even let you draw me naked.” Dennis winked, pressing a kiss to the other’s lips before pushing himself up off of the other, testing his legs out on the floor.
Michael fulfilled his promise to carry Dennis to the bathroom anyway, and for the first time in a long time, they both slept better than they had in ages.
Notes:
So who wants part 3 of Robby getting fucked? I make no promises but there may be an option for it.