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Dennis sat in his room, practically curled up into a ball on his bed. His eyes glanced to the clock. 1am. And, from the very loud sound of it, Garcia and Santos were still going at it in the other room. His hand absent-mindedly drifted down to his own crotch, but he pulled it away when he realised what he was doing, and placed a pillow in between his legs instead. His mind was still racing as he picked up his phone and typed a message to Javadi.
You: Pls help me I can hear Trinity and Garcia through the wall and it’s got me thinking about stuff
You: I’m so horny I think I might hump pillows until I die
He sent both texts then threw his phone to the end of the bed. A minute passed. Then two. Then five. Vic was taking her sweet time. She had been long enough, he had to take this into his own hands. Literally.
Gently, he glided his fingers over his crotch again, not yet taking off his underwear, but his pants had long been on the floor. He bit back a whimper as his fingers grazed over his clit. Just as he had had enough of his underwear, and was about to pull them off, his phone rang loudly, piercing the silence. He whipped his hand away and scrambled over to the end of his bed, not even looking at the screen before he picked up and began talking.
“Oh my god, Vic!” he hissed, ”I’ve been-” he immediately stopped talking when he was interrupted by a voice that was most definitely not Javadi’s.
“Dennis,” Robby’s deep voice left the phone and Dennis felt his soul leave his body, “you should check who you sent that message to.”
Dennis instantly pulled the phone away from his ear, and sure enough, the message had been sent to his attending.
“Sir, I’m so sorry. That wasn’t meant for you and i understand that-”
“It’s ok, Whitaker,” he grumbled, evidently tired and about to hang up.
“Don’t go” Dennis whined, before he could think.
“Whitaker,” Robby sighed and the younger man felt his face flush an ungodly shade of red, “do you know how much trouble this call could put me in?”
Dennis nodded, before remembering that Robby couldn’t see him, and whispered out a small, “yeah.”
Robby sighed again, and Dennis just waited for the beep that would signal that he had hung up. But they never came. Instead, he heard the older man’s voice again. “Are you touching yourself?”
Dennis immediately whimpered, rushing to push off his boxers. “Yeah- yeah I am,” he sighed. The apartment was silent for a while, apart from his roommate’s noises from the room next door.
“Go slower,” Robby demanded, sounding surprisingly indifferent about the situation. Dennis whined once again as he brought his hand away, stroking a finger across his hole gently instead.
“Don’t touch your dick,” Robby spoke again and Dennis gulped. He had to tell him.
“Dr Robby,” he whispered and the attending hummed in response, “I don’t- uhh..”
“Your clit then,” Robby said in his sultry voice, “don’t touch it.”
Dennis was shocked that Robby had caught on so fast that he almost thought about thanking him, before remembering that, in this current moment, his boss was practically edging him.
“Please, sir-” he whimpered, sliding his fingers through his wetness.
“Tell me what you were thinking of, then you can finish,” Dennis made a confused noise, “You said that Dr Garcia and Santos were making you ‘think about stuff’”. Dennis groaned as he realised what Robby was talking about. When he had sent the message, presumably to Javadi, he was totally implying that he was thinking about the attending. Which he was. But now that he had read it, Robby was almost certainly assuming what was true.
“Do I have to tell you?” he whined.
“If you want to touc-”
“You!” Dennis blurted in desperation, “I was imagining us fucking instead of them.”
Silence filled the call, and Dennis’ heart raced when he heard Robby sigh. “Fuck, kid,” he groaned, and Dennis felt his hole clench, “I didn’t realise you were so… dirty”
“I can be worse,” Dennis muttered before he could stop himself, almost forgetting that Robby could hear him.
“Jesus,” Robby groaned again, “you don’t mind if I get off to this, right kid?”
“God no, go ahead,” Dennis moaned, drifting his fingers closer to his throbbing clit, “can you.. uhh”
“Speak up, Den,” at that point, Dennis’ mind completely shut down, leaving him speechless for a solid minute.
“Can you send me a photo?” Dennis finally breathed, saying everything in one hurried exhale. Robby was silent, and Dennis was convinced that he had overstepped, until the phone in his hand pinged and his entire body jolted. ‘Robby (BOSS) has sent you an image’. Dennis was begging before he even opened it.
“Please can I touch myself? Please Robby I need it! Please sir!” He whined desperately.
“Of course, kid.” and then Dennis was.
He stroked over his clit fast as he opened the picture, and his mouth immediately started to water. He obviously considered the fact that Robby could have a big dick - he wanted that, in fact - but he definitely hadn’t prepared for the absolute monster that he had. He was at least 9 inches, thick as all hell - or from what he could tell, from the attending’s hand just barely fitting around it entirely. He didn’t look trimmed at all, and Dennis desperately wanted to bury his face in the man’s bush.
“You like what you see?” Robby asked after a few moments of silence. Dennis gulped.
“Yeah…yeah I do.”
“Finger yourself.” Robby commanded, “pretend you’re stretching yourself on my cock.”
“Jesus- oh god, Robby” he whined, plunging his fingers into himself, immediately being able to push two in from how wet he was. “I need you, Robby. I need you!” he practically screamed, grinding down onto his fingers.
“Come for me, Dennis” he spoke gently, but somehow it was the most erotic thing that he had ever heard. He threw his head back as he came; his vision went blurry and he could only feel himself clench around his fingers.
“Fuck, Robby. I-” he almost threw his phone across the room when he looked up and saw Trinity peeking past his door. “I’ll call you back!” he squeaked as he hung up and did throw his phone, right at his roommate’s head as he quickly covered himself up.
“Ow!” Trinity yelled, even though the phone missed her. She sauntered into the room, smug look on her face. She was even less covered than Dennis, stood in his room only in her bra and what seemed to be Garcia’s pyjama pants.
“I know you like them older, but Robby?!” she teased.
“Oh my god, shut up.” Dennis buried his face into a pillow.
“Hey, hey! I’m not here to judge,” she was totally there to judge, “I’m just saying, be careful, Huckleberry… and be quiet, me and Yoyo want to sleep now.”
Dennis rolled his eyes and smiled, “Oh I’m sure you do”
“Shut up, Huckleberry,” She smiled back, closing the door on her way out.
Dennis made a mental note to text Robby later, before he fell back onto his bed and almost instantly fell asleep.