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Dr. Michael Robinavitch is used to having a continuous rotation of med students and residents swing through his emergency room.
He's been dedicated to teaching each student who comes through those doors to the best of his ability. He's seen plenty of different people come through but none have caught his attention as much as one Dennis Whittaker.
At first, he just wanted to encourage his young student. A few firm pats here and there, steering him out of the way, instinctual touches nothing with intent. Robby felt drawn to the year four med student.
Something about the kid made him want to keep an eye on him. And maybe a firm hand. More for his own peace of mind then his students if he was being honest with himself.
Which is why he finds himself pawing at Whittaker's shoulder, hand brushing over his nape as he leans over to look at the chart in his hands. "What we got Whittaker?"
The younger man inhales deeply before responding, shoulders tense as he reads off the chart. Robby listens to the explanation and suggested treatment for the patient before he's squeezing the back of Whittaker's neck in approval.
"Good catch, usually we'd discharge with follow up but with the spike in blood pressure there's a high risk for a stroke. Good job, Kid"
Whittaker clears his throat and nods, turning slightly to face Robby as he thumbs the tablet in his hands, shoes almost touching his with how close they stand. "You touch me a lot… you know that?"
Robby feels his cheeks heat up at the med students words. He rubs the back of his neck, suddenly aware of the amount of times he's manhandled the student doctor. And how close they're standing now.
"Jesus, Sorry kid…" he trails off, feeling not quite embarrassed but more so exposed than anything. Its something that he feels often around the kid. His eyes tend to linger on Robby and it makes him feel like he's being hunted.
Dennis slides past him, hand purposefully brushing over his stomach and rucking up his scrub top. Robby shivers at the touch as Whittaker moves around him, leaning in to murmur into his ear before walking away.
"Just be careful Dr. Robby, Next time I might misunderstand. Keep it in mind"
Robby can't move, the words branding themselves into his brain. His face warms and he knows without a doubt his entire face is bright red. Robby swallows before clearing his throat, unable to shake the phantom feeling of Whittaker's hand splayed over his belly.
He can't stop the thought of that hand pressing into his skin in a different scenario.
The ER waits for no one though and he brushes off the encounter after a few seconds. "Fucking hell... kids these days" he mutters to himself, quickly heading for the nurses station to find a case to distract himself with.
He staunchly ignores Dana's amused figure looming in his peripheral, scrolling through records on the computer in front of him.
"Not a word Dana" he growls, trying his best to pretend his face isn't on fire. He hears her snort "I haven't even said anything yet" she responds, the amused lilt to her voice clear as day.
Robby lifts his gaze from the chart under him and glares. "I know what you're thinking and I want it to stay in your head got it?" he orders, giving her a stern look.
Dana leers at him and bites back a laugh, turning back to her station and shaking her head. It takes less than a minute before she's circling him again, grin wide on her face. "So the farm boy huh? Didn't think he had it in him if I'm honest, you think he could pick you up?"
Robby groans and lets his head hit the desk in front of him. He's regretting not throwing himself off the roof just a little bit.
Dennis makes his rounds around the ER, assisting on a few cases here and there with his fellow med students. He can tell he's staring but its hard not to after his encounter with Robby. His eyes trail the older doctor's frame wherever he moves.
"Damn you either have no shame or are have it bad Huckleberry" Santos voice startles him out of his watchful vigil and he turns to face her.
"What? I don't have anything bad. I was just thinking about a case, not everyone is obsessed with their bosses Trinity." He bites back, maybe a touch too defensive he thinks too late.
Trinity raises her eyebrow and grins, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall as she eyes him. "Oh? The lady doth protests too much methinks. You wanna fuck him don't you?" she sing-songs, leaning closer to him.
Dennis scowls before shooting her a confused look "Was that hamlet? Anyway he's my attending, end of story so it doesn't matter" he replies.
Trinity flops against his shoulder and caws, a shit eating grin stretching across her face. "Yeah I know Shakespeare, you're one to talk minor in theology. You also didn't deny it! So what he's your attending? I mean it isn't stopping me with Garcia and I don't think he's the type of guy to make it an issue" she chimed.
"Besides he sure seems interested in you too, handsy much? Like damn any more and I'd think he was gonna bend you over a gurney and have his way with you" she taunts, poking him in the side.
Dennis blinks for a long moment and shakes his head "Don't you have patients to treat?" He nudges her with his shoulder, shooting her a conspiratorial look as he walks away "Besides, I wouldn't be the one bending over"
Trinity's delighted gasp sends a few stares her way but she ignores them blurting out at Dennis's retreating back. "Damn Huckleberry!"
The shift drags on the last few hours, a thick tension has been building between him and Whittaker since their conversation from earlier. Robby can't help but look around for the younger man whenever there's a lull, only to find his students heavy gaze already on him.
It makes him swallow, throat dry as if he can feel the weight of the look directed at him. He does his best to keep busy, he's not actively avoiding his student but there's always things to do around the ER is what he tells himself.
He steals a moment to break away from the Pitt though, heading for one of the vending machines down the hall. Robby grabs his wallet out of his hoodie pocket and fumbles when it catches the edge of his sleeve.
Accidentally swatting it as he tries to catch it, Robby watches as he flings it down the hall a few feet away from himself. He closes his eyes and lets his head hit the glass of the vending machine in defeat.
A quiet chuckle breaks him from his sulking and he looks up to see Whittaker holding out his wallet, appearing out of nowhere.
The roof is sounding better and better Robby thinks to himself.
He sighs and takes the offered wallet sheepishly and quickly feeds a few bills into the slot. Robby glances at Whittaker and gestures to the machine, awkwardly rubbing his arm. "Thanks, Do you uh, want anything?" he questions.
Robby can't help the shiver that goes through him as the med student's dark gaze sweeps up him. His eyes dark as they meet his own.
"Yes" Whittaker takes a step closer, voice low as he responds.
Robby has a feeling that what he wants isn't a cheap snack from the machine. He swallows, heart beating quickly at the change in his student. Its a similar energy from when he caught the rat a few shifts ago but now it's focused entirely on him.
He can't help the step he takes back, glancing over his shoulder for anyone. He's not sure if he wants an interruption or for them not to have any witnesses.
Whittaker makes the decision for him as he crowds Robby against the window of the vending machine. Robby inhales sharply and glances down at him, cheeks
flushing.
"I'm your attending Whittaker, this can't happen" he blurts.
The med student narrows his eyes and tilts his head, looking down his nose as Robby. He can't help the wave of heat the look sends through him. "So you've thought about it though? It's hard for me not to Dr. Robby when you're hands are always on me. You don't touch anyone else like that" he trails off.
Robby looks away, unable to meet the heavy gaze. "I didn't realize I was doing it that much, you just…"
Whittaker presses closer, hands ghosting over Robby's hips as his knee slips between his legs. "I just what Dr. Robby?" he murmurs, tone questioning as a the corners of his lips curl.
Robby covers his mouth with one hand and bites down on the meat of his thumb, muffling a groan. "Fucking hell Whittaker, what do you want me to say? That I can't keep my hands off you?" he can't help the whine in his voice as he responds.
The fourth year med student grins at the admission and rewards it with a firm press of his knee to Robby's crotch, hands pressing against his chest. "Yes, cause I can't stop thinking about you touching me either" he pants.
Robby fights against every instinct telling him to let the younger man take him against vending machine. He scruffs Whittaker and leans in close, lips brushing as he speaks. "Find me after your shift ends" he growls before shoving the younger man away from him.
Robby rushes from the hallway, forgetting his change in the vending machine entirely. He adjusts himself in his pants quickly before he slinks back into the Pitt.
Dana shoots him a concerned look at his flustered state and he shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. If the energy between him and Whittaker was tense before, its a roaring wildfire now.
They circle each other the rest of the shift, Whittaker brushing against Robby every chance he gets. Robby is about one more touch away from just saying to hell with it and dragging the student doctor into a storage closet, consequences be damned.
The only thing stopping him is seeing how much Whittaker is also affected, the younger man's knee bouncing anytime he sits down, gaze locked onto him.
Robby stares at the clock as the night shift slowly start to trickle in, chewing on his lip as he will the hands to move faster.
"It's not going to go any faster just because you're mean mugging it brother" Abbot calls out as he strolls in, clapping Robby on the shoulder. He glances curiously around and turns back to the other doctor. "What are you so wound up for?" He questions.
Robby shakes his head, biting his lip harder. He knows if he meets Jack's eyes it's over for him, the other man knowing him for so long he'd clock it instantly. He clears his throat, hiding the shiver down his spine as he feels Whittaker's eyes on him again. "Nothing just a long day, you know how it is"
fuck. Robby winces at the crack in his voice and grabs a chart just to have something to look at. Abbot grabs the tablet from his hands and sets it back in the holder interrupting Robby's half-hearted protest.
Abbot stares at him for a moment, tilting his head as he scans his face. Dana snickers as she passes them, bag thrown over her shoulder "Huckleberry finally said something to Robby about the touching" she informs much to Robby's horror.
Robby splutters and shoots a glare at the charge nurse "I swear you just like to create issues. There's more than enough going around the ER without making some!" he scoffs. "And I don't touch him that much" Robby mutters.
Abbot chuckles and adjusts his bag over his shoulder "Yes but this is more entertaining Michael. Between you and me its about time you got some action" he winks before heading off to the lockers.
Robby rubs at his face and wonders if this is some form of divine punishment. Luckily for him Dana kicks the leg of his chair and gestures to the clock. "Go on get, most of the night shift's here anyway. They'll be fine without you 'sides the kid's waiting for you" she teases, turning the rolling chair to face the exit doors.
Robby looks up and meets Whittaker's eyes, watching the younger man wet his lips with his tongue. He struggles to tear his gaze away and nods to Dana. "You're right, I'm leaving now. Thanks Dana"
She rolls her eyes and claps him on the back "I'm always right, now go get him tiger!" She cajoles as he stands. Robby rolls his eyes but can't help the blush or anticipation fluttering in his stomach.
He does his last minute checks and hands off the remaining patients over to Abbot before clocking out. It takes everything in him to walk normally as he strolls over to Whittaker, the younger man quickly following him as they head into the parking lot.
It's tense between them, neither speaking at first. Robby finds his gaze returning to the younger man without really thinking about it. He clears his throat and adjusts his backpack again. "We don't have to do anything you know, I don't want to pressure you into anything Whittaker. Say the word and we stop" he babbles.
Whittaker stops him, hand reaching out to grab his bicep. "You're not pressuring me into anything Dr. Robby"
Robby swallows and turns to face him "Michael. You can call me Michael when we're not on shift" he blurts.
Whittaker raises an eyebrow and grins "Okay… Michael~" he purrs running the syllables over his tongue. Michael feels his knees go weak at the way he says his name. He wants to hear it again.
"Call me Dennis then" Dennis replies as he begins to walk again. Michael nods and continues to his truck, heart thundering in his chest. He can't help but remember that Santos and his student usually leave together since they're roommates and he voices the thought out loud.
"So you and Santos?" He questions, looking over at Dennis for clarification.
"Trinity? Oh yeah I let her know not to wait up for me. She kinda knows but I mean she's not going to tell anyone if that's what you're worried about" Whittaker reassures.
Michael shakes his head and breaths out "It's fine, besides I know her and Garcia have something going on anyway"
Dennis huffs and they continue in silence, finally reaching the truck. Michael throws his backpack in the back seat before sliding into the drivers seat.
He waits for Dennis to finish buckling his seatbelt before pulling out of the lot and starting the drive back to his apartment. He taps nervously against the steering wheel as he drives, unable to help the nerves slowly creeping up.
A warm hand rests on his thigh and he can't help the quiet gasp that leaves him. He manages a quick glance at the passenger seat before he leans into the touch, spreading his legs a little wider.
He sighs as the hand slowly trails up his inner thigh before cupping him through his pants. Michael bites back a groan and shakes his head "Fuck me" he murmurs, knuckles turning white from his grip on the wheel.
Dennis snorts and squeezes his hand over his bulge "That's the plan Michael" he purrs, continuing to stroke over the denim.
Michael cusses under his breath and wills the red light to change faster.
He slams into the door as he shuts it behind him, Dennis on him the second they get inside the building. Michael groans into his mouth as the other man scrapes his teeth over his lips.
Its a filthy kiss, deep and claiming and Michael lets him take the lead. He rolls his hips against his, the both of them breaking apart from the kiss as they moan in unison. Michael hisses as Dennis nips at the column of his throat, the sting soothed by his tongue.
"Fuck baby" He groans out, reaching a hand out to run through Dennis's curls. Dennis hums and presses kisses up his throat. "You like that?"
Michael grunts in response before he attempts to walks Dennis back down the hall. The younger man stops him and grins, hands reaching down to grab at his thighs. "I overheard someone wondering if I could pick you up" he teases and Michael's eyes widen at the realization.
Dennis prods him and the older man relents, trusting him as he jumps. He groans as the younger man easily carries him down the hall, acting like Michael weighs nothing. He kisses him deeply as he's carried into his room.
They trip over themselves as they scramble onto the bed, laughing at each other's eagerness. Michael resumes the kiss, closing his eyes as Dennis cups his jaw, bringing him closer.
They trade kisses, Robby lapping into his mouth as he shifts into his lap. He can feel the press of Dennis's erection against his ass and he grinds down, swallowing his groan. As good as the grinding feels, Michael wants more.
He shifts up onto his knees over Dennis's lap, hands tugging at his shirt. "Off now" he grumbles, yanking on the fabric. Dennis lifts his arms and helps him slide it off over his head. He didn't expect the lean muscle under the shirt and he can't help but squeeze his pecs. Michael's hands press over his chest, sliding down to his stomach and slight happy trail.
Dennis lets him explore for a moment before his hands are tugging on Michael's shirt "Your turn, let me see you" he murmurs, chasing Michael's mouth for a quick press of their lips together.
Michael reluctantly separates from him and throws his own shirt off somewhere behind them. Dennis groans and leans forward, attacking his hairy chest with bites as he nibbles up to Michael's nipples, taking one into his mouth and rolling it with his tongue.
Michael chokes out a gasp and bites his lip as Dennis sucks on the bud, his hand reaching up to play with the other one. He takes his time, nipping lightly and sucking each nipple while he plays with the other. Michael groans at the attention to his chest and can't help but buck into Dennis's lap, bulge rutting against his stomach.
"Fuck, kid enough. If you keep going like that I'm gonna go off in my pants and that'll be it" he admits, gently pulling him away from his sensitive chest.
Dennis glares and bites harder over his pec, leaving a hickey as he sucks on it. "Stop calling me kid" he growls, hands smoothing down Michael's sides until they rest on his hips. He leans back and meets his heated gaze, panting slightly. He slips his hands into the waistband of his jeans, fingers digging into his ass as he helps shuffle the denim down his legs.
Michael grunts, kicking his leg to shake off his jeans and underwear stuck around his ankle. He shifts back onto his knees and watches as Dennis slowly drags his own pants down.
Michael stops him before he can pull them down under his ass, hands bracing on his thighs as he lowers himself between his legs. "Shit, how do you hide that in your scrubs?" he lilts teasingly as his hands brush over Dennis's cock.
He's uncut and thick, shaft curving up slightly. While not the biggest he's ever seen, Michael knows the stretch will be intense. He can't wait to get it inside him but first? He wants him in his mouth.
Dennis gasps as the wet warmth of Michael's mouth envelopes his head, tongue lapping up the precum welling from his tip. He fists his hand into his hair, not pushing but just needing to hold onto something. His other hand grips the sheets, knuckles turning white as Michael starts to bob his head.
"Shit, just like that. So good Michael" he pants, doing his best to not shove dick down the older man's throat. Michael hums, the vibration sending a shock through Dennis as he takes him deeper. He continues until his nose is pressing into Dennis's pubic bone and swallows around him.
Dennis groans at the sight as Michael looks up from under his lashes. He reaches down shakily to cup his face, thumb rubbing under his eye. "Fuck, you're so pretty" he murmurs, watching Michael's cheeks redden.
The older man quickly picks up the pace, head moving up and down his shaft. He gags slightly every time Dennis hits the back of his throat but he keeps going. Dennis moans, eyes squeezing shut as he rolls his hips.
"I'm close, fuck I'm gonna cum" he warns, tugging on his attendings hair. Michael cracks open one eye and hums, closing it soon after and taking him all the way to the hilt.
His orgasm is electric, the tight band in his stomach snapping as he curls over Michael's head. He gasps for breath feeling the older man swallowing around him as he empties down his throat.
Michael pulls off, licking his lips as Dennis flops backwards onto the bed. He grins, petting over his thigh as he watches the younger man catch his breath.
Dennis opens his eyes, hair stuck to his forehead with sweat as he takes in the sight of Michael in front of him, disheveled and face red. "C'mere" he murmurs, pulling the man up so he can kiss him.
He can taste himself in Michael's mouth and it turns him on just a little bit more, his spent dick twitching valiantly in response. He sits up and presses Michael down onto the bed, one hand enough to keep him pinned. Michael pretends that doesn't make him dizzy with arousal.
"I should've said before you gave me head but I'm clean, tested recently. Um do you have any condoms though? I'm not sure what you're okay with" Dennis asks, hands sliding over Michael's legs.
The older man nods and reaches over to the bedside table next to him, pulling open the drawer. "I'm clean too, If you want to go without I'm game. There's lube in there too" he motions.
Dennis swallows and nods, reaching into the drawer and pulling out a half used bottle of lube. He shut the drawer and levels his gaze on Michael as he cracks open the cap and pours it into his hand.
Michael inhales and watches Dennis warm the lube before trailing a finger down his perineum until he reaches his hole. He bites his lip as a finger circles his entrance before gently sliding in. Dennis pumps his finger a few times before crooking it, adjusting his hand until Micheal cries out.
He perks up at the moan and presses his finger into the spot watching Michael jerk underneath him. Dennis watches his cock bob against his stomach, precum beading across his belly hair. He leans down to lick it up before continuing to actually stretch Michael out instead of teasing.
It doesn't take long until he's three fingers deep and Michael is tugging on his wrist. "Okay enough please, I need you inside me now" he groans, the flush having spread down his chest.
Dennis nods and pulls his fingers out, coating them with another glob of lube as he strokes himself. He hisses at the cold gel on his skin but it warms up quickly. He shifts closer to Michael, hands pulling his hips up. Michael grunts, furrowing his brows at the position and opens his mouth to object, back already protesting the position.
Dennis grabs a pillow from beside himself and quickly wedges it under his hips. He glances down at Michael and lazily ruts against him. Michael shakes his head fondly at the consideration and tugs him down.
Dennis follows easily enough and meets him halfway, kissing him softly. He pulls away after a moment and lines himself up with Michael's hole. "Ready? I'll go slow"
Michael scoffs and hooks a leg over Dennis's back "I'm not going to break just fucking do it already" He grumbles, heel pressing into his ass to hurry him up. Dennis huffs and grabs his other leg, lifting it over his shoulder and nipping the meat of his thigh.
"Bossy" he huffs affectionately before sliding in. Both men groan at the feeling, Dennis bites his lip until it bleeds at the feeling of Michael tight around him. He bottoms out, Michael feeling the slight sting of the stretch but blessedly full.
He shivers, sweat dripping down his forehead as he flutters around Dennis. "Fuuuccck" he drawls out, head dropping back against his pillows.
Dennis waits a until the older man gives him the go ahead, starting off slow. He pulls out, almost all the way before thrusting back inside in one slow but firm stroke. Michael chokes on his moan as Dennis knocks the air out of his lungs.
He scrabbles for purchase at the deep thrusts, bed hitting the wall with the force. Michael hears himself mewl, the sound high pitched and raw. He'd be more embarrassed if Dennis wasn't grunting into his ear, the breathy sound making his cock jump against his belly.
Dennis tilts his hips and drops Michael's leg, leaning down further until they're pressed chest to chest. Michael tangles his hand into Dennis's hair and pulls him into a bruising kiss.
Dennis speeds up, groaning into the older mans mouth as he chases his second orgasm. He reaches down to stroke Michael's cock in time with his sped up thrusts. He aims for his prostate with every thrust of his hips, punching a loud wail from Michael's chest.
Dennis grits his teeth and presses his forehead into his shoulder, biting the skin there as he feels himself getting close. "Baby I'm close, where do you want me?" He asks desperately, driving into Micheal with a wet slap.
The other man sobs and tugs him closer, hand tangled in his hair and the other clawing into his shoulder. "Fuck! Inside, please Dennis, cum inside me" he keens.
Dennis chokes on his breath as Michael's words slam into him, he grunts eyes screwing shut as his second orgasm hits him like a train.
White light burst across his vision as he cums deep into Michael, thrusts stuttering as the other man clenches around him like a vice. They cum together, Michael's load getting caught between both men as they collapse together.
Dennis pants as his vision comes back to him, nuzzling into Michael's throat and against his jaw. He gently pulls out and lays back down, catching his breath as he spoons against the other man.
Michael's eyes flutter shut as he remembers how to breath, more so hearing and feeling Dennis get up from the bed then seeing it. He returns with a cup of water and warm washcloth, setting the cup down on the bedside table before he reaches over to wipe down Michael first.
Michael cracks open his eyes and smiles gently at the younger man and accepts the water. He leans over to eye the clock on his nightstand and looks over at Dennis.
"You can stay the night, I can drop you off in the morning at your place" he murmurs softly.
Dennis nods his head and clambers into bed behind him, throwing an arm over his torso and pulling him close against his chest.
Michael sighs and tangles their legs together. He knows they should definitely talk about this but he's got a good feeling that they're on the same page regardless. It can wait until the morning, but right now? He was going to enjoy the feeling of Dennis's warmth against his back.