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It started with an innocent question.
“What do you think about Jack?”
Dennis shifted, turning his head in Robby’s lap away from the TV so he could look up at him. He frowned. “Dr. Abbot?”
“Yeah. You remember him? From the night shift?”
Dennis nodded. “Why?”
Robby shrugged. “Just curious.”
Dennis closed his eyes, thinking. “He's nice. Very firm. Calls you out when you’re doing something wrong, but corrects you gently.”
Robby hummed. He brought a hand down to rub his thumb across the sliver of visible skin where Dennis’ shirt had ridden up. “Anything else?”
Dennis opened his eyes, his gaze questioning. Robby bit his lip.
“Like…d’you think he’s cute?”
Now Dennis was bright red, his eyes wide. “W—What? Why are you asking—“
“Well,” Robby said, now rubbing a full hand up and down Dennis' thigh, “you told me once upon a time that you’re into older men. So I'm curious what you think of our middle-aged night shift attending.”
Dennis turned over, burying his face in Robby’s thighs. That didn't hide his embarrassment, though, as his blush spread to the back of his neck and his ears. “What the fuck,” Dennis muttered, voice muffled in Robby’s sweatpants.
“C’mon, baby. You can be honest.” Robby giggled as Dennis groaned and buried his face deeper into his lap, as if he could dig a hole and disappear.
Dennis whispered a reply, his answer lost in the fabric of Robby’s pants. “Speak up, kid. My hearing isn’t what it used to be.”
Dennis swallowed and picked his head up, finally facing Robby again. His face was somehow even redder. “Are you gonna break up with me if I say yes?”
Robby seemed so taken aback that for a moment, all he could do was stare incredulously at Dennis. Dennis felt like he was about to throw up. Before he could speak, though, Robby erupted into laughter, jostling him around in his lap.
“Oh my—God, your face—“ he gasped, tears pricked the corners of his eyes. Dennis pushed himself off his lap and curled up in the corner of the couch, pouting.
“I hate you.”
“Baby, no, c’mere—” Robby reached for Dennis, still shaking from laughter.
“I didn't mean to—okay, let’s start over. You think Jack is hot.”
Dennis set his mouth in a firm line. “Yes.”
“Great. Me too.”
Dennis’s eyes widened. “What?”
“What, you think just because I'm dating you means I don't find people my age attractive?”
“No,” Dennis huffed, "I just—you guys are friends?”
“And being friends means I can’t find him attractive?” Dennis frowned.
“No. But…why would you go for me, and not him?”
Robby shrugged. “I could ask you the same thing. and I think we’d have the same answer. It's not about choosing someone over someone else—we like each other just as much as we like him.”
Dennis was quiet as he took in Robby’s words. Robby slid over to him on the couch, and he wordlessly melted back into his side.
“So, what now? You wanna fuck him. I wanna fuck him. We already fuck each other.”
Robby tilted his head. “We…ask him to join us?”
“You're serious?”
Robby grinned. “Have you ever thought about me and Jack fucking you at the same time? One of us in your cunt, the other in your mouth?”
Dennis shivered, his mouth dropping open in an almost inaudible gasp. Robby leaned in closer, his beard grazing against Dennis’s cheek. “Or maybe both of us in your cunt at the same time. Think you could fit us both, baby?”
Dennis curled a hand in Robby’s shirt, pulling him in for a kiss. Within seconds, he was in Robby’s lap, grinding down eagerly on his erection.
“Knew you’d like that, baby,” Robby smiled into the kiss. "Have you? Thought about it before?”
Dennis pulled away from the kiss to bury his face in Robby’s neck, his hips still grinding down desperately. Robby laughed. “I'll take that as a yes. But that’s good. I have too.”
Dennis whimpered, and Robby pulled him back up so he could kiss him once more, their mouths both open and wanting.
“I’ve thought about how pretty you’d look in his lap,” Robby murmured as he slipped a hand beneath the waistband of Dennis’s boxers, fingering at his already soaked cunt. “Just like this. He’d finger you, get you nice and opened up so he could fuck you.”
Dennis scrambled to unzip Robby’s pants as he spoke, his hands eagerly reaching for his erection. Robby groaned and let his head hit the back of the couch. Dennis leaned in to kiss his neck, careful not to leave a mark.
“Would you do this for him? Jerk him off like this?” Robby whispered in Dennis ear. Dennis let out a shaky moan and nodded. “Good boy,” Robby said. He slipped a second finger in his wet heat, causing Dennis to gasp and buck his hips harder. "He'd love to use your mouth, too. God, you’d look so good with your lips around his cock.”
He could tell Dennis was close as he began to tremble in his lap. He was right behind him, his stomach muscles clenching as he felt his orgasm building. “Or we could take turns in your cunt—fuck, both of us filling you up, gonna get you pregnant—”
That image was enough for both to come almost simultaneously, gasping and shuddering as they stroked each other through their climaxes. They laid there for a moment, sweaty and panting, their sticky releases drying against their clothes.
“So. Taking that as a yes, we should invite Jack?”
Dennis nuzzled his face into Robby’s neck. “Yes, please.”
Dennis didn’t think it would happen that fast.
The next morning when he walked into work, he stumbled across Robby and Abbot deep in conversation in an empty patient room. Their hands were over their mouths, as if what they were talking about was so sensitive they could not risk anyone figuring it out.
Normally, Dennis would not think anything of the two men talking, but given the conversation that he and Robby had the night before, he felt his stomach twist. It twisted further when Robby caught his gaze and winked at him. Dennis stopped dead in his tracks, giving Abbot time to turn and also lock eyes with the younger man. Dennis could only describe Abbot's gaze as hungry. He practically ran to the locker room, heart racing and cunt throbbing.
A few minutes later, Dennis was on the floor and getting the run down on what patients were currently in the ED. He felt a hand settle on the small of his back and jumped. He turned, expecting to see Robby, but—
“Morning, Whitaker,” Abbot murmured in his ear. Dennis couldn’t help the shiver that coursed through his body. Abbot rubbed his hand slowly across his back, the contact setting Dennis’s whole body on fire. “Doing alright?”
Dennis swallowed. “Ah, good morning, Dr. Abbot. Yes, I'm doing, uh, great—”
Abbot didn’t let him finish. “Glad to hear it.” He leaned in closer, the roughness of his stubble grazing Dennis’ cheek. “I'll be seeing you Friday, hm? Dinner, you me and Robby. I'm looking forward to it, kid.”
With that, Abbot clapped a hand on his shoulder and walked off, fist bumping Robby on his way out the door. Robby shot Dennis a grin that he could only describe as shit-eating.
“See, how easy was that?” he whispered as he walked past Dennis.
Dennis swallowed. He had no idea how he was going to make it through the next three days.
Dennis could barely believe he was still breathing on Friday.
He worked his shift on Wednesday and Thursday, and they went fine. Perfectly fine. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Unless you counted Robby somehow becoming even more touchy with him at work, despite their agreement to keep their personal lives separate from their work lives.
And unless you counted Abbot coming in early for his shift both days, hovering around Dennis as he worked, lingering glances and touches. On Thursday, Abbot watched Dennis perform a suture, and murmured an impressed “good boy” when he finished. Dennis had to excuse himself to the bathroom for a few minutes to calm down.
He could see the tension between Abbot and Robby as well. Their gazes met across the ED like they were magnetized, always finding each other. When they talked or stood near each other, the air between them was charged. Just watching them interact like this, as coworkers, made Dennis wet.
Friday was supposed to be a welcome relief. He woke up in Robby’s bed at 7, his body conditioned to be up early despite having the day off. Robby was already awake, sipping a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper in the kitchen.
“Morning,” Dennis mumbled. He wrapped his arms around Robby’s waist and kissed his cheek. Robby hummed, turning to press a kiss to Dennis’s forehead.
“Jack will be over at 6,” Robby said. Dennis groaned.
“That's so long.”
He slipped a hand down to the front of Robby’s pants, groping at his crotch. But rather than buck up into his hand or turn around and crowd Dennis against the wall, Robby side-stepped out of his grasp.
“Uh-uh. No sex today. And no touching yourself, either. I want to save you for dessert.”
“Are you ser—“
“Whitaker, I will tie you up and lock you in the bedroom if I need to.” A warmth filled Dennis’ stomach as he envisioned himself bound and gagged on Robby’s bed, unable to call for help or to relieve the ache between his legs, left alone and desperate for hours on end. He opened his mouth, but Robby cut him off.
“But you'd like that, wouldn’t you? My sweet boy.”
Dennis couldn’t help the embarrassing noise that left his mouth. He stepped closer to Robby, arms outstretched, but he stepped back.
“Nope. Nothing for you today. Not until Jack gets here.”
By the time Abbot showed up at their door at 6pm, Dennis was convinced that either man could simply breathe on him and he would cum.
But by the way Robby greeted Abbot, and the way the two men chatted casually as they poured themselves drinks, and the way they seemed to treat the whole affair as if it was just an innocent dinner shared by three coworkers, Dennis felt himself being left high and dry. He tried to act normal. He engaged in conversation, sharing stories about his previous rotations in different hospital departments and anecdotes from growing up on the farm. He nursed a small glass of white wine, devoured the steak and potatoes that Robby had prepared for them.
Though, it wasn’t like there was no tension. Under the table, Abbot rubbed his foot along Dennis' leg; Robby’s hand found his thigh, squeezing and rubbing, drifting dangerously close to his cunt. Dennis was sure that he was bright red despite nothing particularly out of the ordinary having happened yet.
They stood to clear their plates and clean the kitchen, and it was as if a switch had been flipped. Dennis bent over to load the dishwasher, and instantly felt a pair of hands on his hips, a warm body pressed against his ass. He gasped, almost dropping the plate in his hand, and turned to see Abbot staring down at him, his gaze dark.
Dennis straightened and attempted to turn to face Abbot, but soapy hands found his face and pulled him in for a kiss. Dennis couldn’t help but sigh as Robby’s beard scratched his face, eagerly opening his mouth to let the older man slip his tongue inside. Behind him, Abbot leaned closer, hooking his head over Dennis’s shoulder and pressing his nose against the crease of his neck. Dennis moaned, relishing in the sensation of being sandwiched between the two men he had been fantasizing about for months.
Robby pulled away first, his lips wet and pupils blown. “I’ll finish up here,” he said, his voice already raspy with lust. “Jack, you take Dennis to the bedroom.”
Dennis felt himself being guided towards the bedroom, Abbot's hands never leaving his hips. His touch burned through the denim of his jeans, lighting his skin on fire. Once they passed the threshold, Dennis was whirled around and caged against the wall, Abbot's lips meeting his. They kissed like they had been doing it for years, eagerly licking into each other's mouths and gasping; Abbot let his hands slide up Dennis’s sides under his t-shirt, his big hands roaming across his torso, while Dennis desperately grabbed at Abbot's shoulders. Abbot pressed a leg between Dennis’s thighs, and he ground down on it without a second thought, shuddering at the friction against his throbbing clit.
“Fuck, been thinking about this all week,” Abbot muttered. His hands made quick work of Dennis’s belt and fly, letting his jeans pool around his ankles. Dennis shivered as his legs were exposed to the cool air of the bedroom. Abbot slipped a hand back under his shirt, tweaking at a nipple, and Dennis moaned, his head falling back and hitting the wall with a loud thunk.
“Pretty boy,” Abbot whispered. He moved to kiss up and down Dennis’s neck. With Abbot’s mouth on his neck and his thigh between his legs, Dennis felt like he could cum then and there.
The floor creaked, and Dennis opened his eyes to see Robby standing behind Abbot, wrapping his arms around him and pressing his lips to Abbot's neck. Abbot shuddered, leaning back into Robby’s touch. “‘Bout time you showed up, brother.”
“I was starting to think you didn’t even need me,” Robby joked. Abbot turned his head to capture Robby’s lips. The sight of his boyfriend and his crush shoving their tongues down each other's throats made Dennis whine, rutting desperately against Abbott's thigh.
When the older men separated, a string of saliva still connected their lips. It snapped as Abbot turned to Dennis. He smiled.
"Don't worry, kid. We didn't forget about you.”
Dennis was pulled away from the wall and propelled onto the bed. Abbot climbed on after him, taking Dennis’s shirt off and throwing it to the floor.
“Gorgeous,” Abbot muttered, his eyes raking up and down Dennis’s mostly bare body. He turned to look at Robby. “I can't believe you were hogging all this for yourself.”
Robby laughed. “Not anymore, brother. Go ahead. I want to see you open him up.”
Dennis shivered at the way they spoke of him as if he weren’t even in the room. Both men turned their almost predatory gazes towards him, and Abbot tugged at the hem of his boxers until they slipped down his thighs. Dennis twitched as the damp fabric clung to his legs.
“Fuck,” Abbot said. He placed one hand on each of Dennis’s thighs, forcing him to spread them open. Dennis fought the urge to cover himself, to cover his soaked cunt as Abbot leaned forward, a hand extended to stroke gently at his folds. “So wet already, baby. You want this bad, hm?”
“Yes, please—”
“Shh, baby,” Robby said. He came around the side of the bed and sat next to Dennis, placing a hand on his stomach. “Just let us take care of you.”
Dennis melted into the bed at Robby’s touch. He kept his gaze on Abbot as he knelt between his legs, still dragging a single finger across his opening, gathering the slick that had accumulated. Robby’s hand kept him from bucking his hips up desperately into Abbot’s touch.
When Abbot finally sunk a finger in, Dennis gasped, his eyes closing in pleasure. Robby hummed and rubbed his thumb across Dennis’s belly, watching Abbot with rapt attention.
“Fuckin’ soaked,” Abbot said, the wet sounds of his finger pumping in and out filling the room. He slipped in a second easily, glancing up at Robby. “You’re sure he didn’t touch himself today?”
“Nope. Kept an eye on him all day. He's just so worked up, thinking about you and me.”
As they spoke, Abbot added a third finger, spreading them inside Dennis and bringing his thumb up to press his clit. Dennis’s moans grew louder and louder, almost completely drowning out the men’s conversation. Dennis just barely caught Abbot saying “—taste him?” and his eyes shot open. Abbot was lowering himself until he was eye level with his cunt. He glanced up at Dennis and winked before diving in.
“Oh my—God, fuck!” Both Abbot and Robby had to hold Dennis’s hips down as Abbot devoured him, noisily slurping at his dripping opening and swirling his tongue around his clit. Dennis thrashed on the bed, his thighs tightening around Abbot's head as he worked.
“Fuck, yeah,” Robby sighed. He had pulled his cock out of his underwear, stroking it slowly as he watched Abbot. “Tastes good, doesn’t he?
Abbot lifted his head for a moment, the lower half of his face absolutely covered in Dennis’s slick arousal. “I could do this all night if you’d let me.”
Robby laughed. “Maybe some other time. He's close—let’s have him cum now so he’s nice and loose for your cock.”
Dennis groaned, his legs trembling. Robby knew his tells like the back of his hand, knew exactly when he was close and how much longer it would take for him to fall over the edge. And he was right here, too—just a few moments later, after Abbot resumed his efforts, Dennis’s orgasm overtook him, sweaty and intense and euphoric. Abbot's hands massaged his thighs as he came down from his high, kissing and biting the sensitive skin there.
“C’mere,” Robby said, and Dennis watched him pull Abbot up to meet his lips. Dennis’s wetness now covered both of their faces as they made out, moaning at the taste of him on their tongues. The two older men let their hands roam and undressed each other as they kissed. Dennis watched hungrily as more and more skin was revealed until both men were stripped to their boxers, their erections straining against the thin fabric.
“Mmm, you’re big,” Robby said, rubbing his hand along Abbott's clothed shaft. Abbot moaned, his head dropping against Robby’s shoulder. “That's good. Kid’s a bit of a size queen.”
Dennis wanted to protest, but more so, he wanted them to shut up and just fuck him already. He reached out and hooked a finger in Robby’s boxers, tugging him towards the bed. “Please, need you—”
“I know, baby, we’re coming. Be patient.” Robby ducked down and placed a kiss to Dennis’ forehead. Dennis whined, but his groveling was forgotten as both men slipped their boxers off and climbed onto the bed.
Dennis had seen Robby’s cock more times than he could count, but it never failed to make him throb in anticipation, eager to feel the length and girth of it in his cunt or this throat. Abbot was nothing to sneeze at, though; his cock rivaled Robby’s, thick and pink and curved slightly to the left, tip shiny with precum. Dennis needed it inside of him more than anything.
“Where do you want me?” The question was directed at Robby, not Dennis, and it made him feel lightheaded. Treating him like he was just a toy for them to use.
“You take his cunt. I'll have his mouth. We have condoms, but just letting you know…if he doesn’t end up with at least one load in his cunt, he’ll throw a fit.”
Abbot grinned. “Perfect. Didn’t want to use one anyway.”
They manhandled Dennis until he was on his knees, ass up in the air. He steadied himself on his hands, and Robby grabbed his hair, angling his head and rubbing the head of his cock against his lips. Dennis opened up willingly, allowing Robby to feed his length in inch by inch.
“Fuck, good boy, taking all of it,” Robby sighed. “Kid can deep throat like a porn star, Jack, I swear. Well, you’ll see another day.”
“By ‘another day,’ I hope you mean round two later tonight.” Abbot's hands settled on Dennis’s hips then moved to his ass, spreading him open. Dennis felt the tip of his cock press against his opening and gasped around Robby in his mouth.
Abbot pushed in slowly, allowing Dennis to feel every inch, every vein that lined his cock. When he finally bottomed out, his grip was bruising, as if letting go of Dennis would disappear if he let go.
“Holy shit, kid. Fucking—shit, you’re sucking me in—”
“It's addicting, Jack. Won’t be able to go a day without it after this.”
“Fuck,” Abbot moaned again. He drew back ever so slowly and then snapped his hips forward, sheathing himself inside Dennis’s wet heat, his balls slapping against his ass. Dennis moaned, and the vibrations around Robby’s cock caused him to grip Dennis’s hair and groan.
The two men began to establish a steady rhythm, leaving Dennis fucked full on both ends. His brain went fuzzy as he was used, as Robby and Abbots big, strong hands fondled and grabbed and pushed him, as the wet sounds of his throat and cunt being fucked filled the room. He could feel tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, and he was sore all over, but he didn’t care. He was in fucking heaven.
Suddenly, the movement stopped, with both Abbot and Robby balls deep inside him. Dennis wondered what had made them pause, but then heard the wet sounds of the men kissing and moaning over his body. Fuck, they were making out while inside him. Dennis moaned, feeling his second orgasm approaching quickly.
Robby’s sixth sense must have been activated as he started moving again, murmuring something against Abbot's lips as they kissed. Abbot brought a hand down to swirl Dennis' clit, and he whined, over sensitive and dripping.
“Fuck,” Abbot moaned, his thrusts picking up speed, “so tight, gonna—fuck, gonna fill you up—”
Abbot's nails dug into Dennis' skin as he buried himself to the hilt, his warm seed filling his cunt. Dennis gasped, just seconds away from his own climax.
“Fuck,” Robby said, “shit—here, let me—”
And suddenly Dennis was empty, no cock in his throat or his cunt. He blinked away tears, eyes too blurry to make out what was happening around him. He was flipped onto his back and could make out the shape of Robby fitting himself between his thighs. Dennis gasped as his cock breached his entrance, pushing Abbot’s cum back into him.
“Shit, baby, you look so good with Jack’s cum dripping out of you, fuck,” Robby moaned, his thrusts jerky and uncoordinated. “Gonna add mine, and you’ll be so full, dripping with us—”
Dennis was already close to the edge, but when Abbot's hand found his clit one more, he tumbled over, back arching as his orgasm ripped through his body. Robby followed, spilling his seed into Dennis’s already overflowing cunt.
Robby collapsed onto Dennis, their lips meeting in a messy, uncoordinated kiss. When they separated, Abbot took Robby’s place, hands cradling Dennis’s face, his kisses warm and gentle.
“That was—fuck,” Dennis whispered, watching Abbot turn to Robby and giving him a kiss, just as loving and passionate as the one he gave Dennis. Both men looked euphoric, both as they looked at each other and back at Dennis.
Robby grinned. “So? Good idea, right?”
Dennis rolled his eyes and weakly hit Robby’s leg. “Sure.”
Abbot laughed and tussled Dennis’s hair. “Well, I'm expecting weekly dinner invites now. Or twice a week. Or, every day.” He paused, looking between Robby and Dennis. “I mean, if that’s oka—”
“Yes,” Robby and Dennis answered in unison. Abbot smiled.
“Fuck, what a lucky guy I am, huh?”
Dennis laughed and moved to sit up, gasping as he felt both men’s cum start to slide down his thighs. Robby’s gaze fell to the mess between his legs and his eyes darkened. He licked his lips.
“You said something about round two, right, Jack?”