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To be fair, it’s his house.
That’s what Robby tells himself as he pulls into the driveway early on a Saturday morning. He had driven straight through the night, closing the gap between his hotel and Pittsburgh, ready to be back in his own bed. He texted Whitaker sometime late last night but the kid had never responded.
Robby doesn’t want to throw him off, but he’s bone tired. He’s missed the safety net of his home. Consistent beds and showers and food. Even if Whitaker is still here and not on his way to work, he will be soon. All Robby is going to do is go and slide into bed for the next several hours.
Either way, it’s his house. Robby can return home as early or as late from his trip as he wants to.
When he opened the front door, it was quiet. There’s no one to rush to the door to welcome him back. Which is fine. He hadn’t been expecting a welcome home party.
Still, it’s odd. If Whitaker does have work today, which Robby is fairly sure that he does, he should be up by now. Moving around and making noise. Maybe the kid is already gone. Robby wasn’t exactly sure what his form of transportation to work was. Another thing he probably should have asked.
He’s about to call out into the silent home, when the first noise greets him.
“Oh-fuck-”
Robby stopped in the hall.
The first thing he thinks is that he’s pretty sure he told Whitaker not to have the wife over. Amy, he remembered after a moment. That was a clear request he had made before he left.
The second is that he’s mildly impressed that Dennis had it in him to have a hookup in his boss’s house so early in the morning. The kid’s supposed to be at work in an hour and his first priority of the day is sex. Personally, he was half convinced the kid was the save it until marriage type. But hey, good for him. Robby can fuck off for a bit to let him have the privacy of a decent fuck.
He’s about to turn and leave, just give the kid the hour before -
“Fuck, baby, you’re taking it so well.”
That’s Jack. Robby knows that’s Jack because he’s been unfortunate enough to hear one too many of Jack’s hookups. Hotel rooms at conferences, that one time he was too drunk to leave the house party Robby threw back when they did things like that.
And it’s Jack. Robby always knows Jack’s voice.
Curiosity gets the best of him and he can’t stop himself. He peers around the corner, and is greeted with possibly the best sight in a very long time.
Jack’s got Whitaker in some stupid yoga position. Child’s pose if Robby can recall correctly from the morning he had accidentally walked in on Jack doing his morning stretches. He’s got a pillow under his stump for balance, but with the power of his thrusts, it’s clear he’s not holding back.
Whitaker’s back is arched perfectly. His knees are spread just barely to allow Jack access to his hole, and his body is dripping with sweat. But his head is dipped low, so he doesn't see Robby hovering at the edge of the living room.
Jack does. Jack does and started fucking into Dennis even harder, keeping eye contact with a clearly taken aback Robby for a few seconds before addressing him.
“Welcome home, brother,” Jack grinned. “You’re back early.”
Whitaker’s head snaps up. He finds Robby easily and his face turns bright red. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Fuck. I’m so sorry Dr. Robby-”
“He’s fine, pretty boy,” Jack reassured him. His thrusts didn't stop and he grabbed at Whitaker’s waist when he tried to pull away. “No, no. You know better than that.”
Whitaker turned an even darker shade of red if that’s even possible. “Jack, stop it!”
“Why? Don’t you want to show Robby how flexible you’ve gotten while he’s been gone?”
“No, I don’t!” He tried to pull himself up but Jack took a hold of his hips, leaving him stuck on his hands and knees. “Jack, come on!”
“Oh, this has been going on for months?” Robby asked, impressively calm. “Damn. You know, I know I said you could have guests, Whitaker, but I never expected you to bring home strays.”
Jack snorted, pushing in particularly hard to make Whitaker slip out a sinful moan. “Please. He practically begged me to come over. You should’ve seen the texts he was sending me.”
“Asshole,” Whitaker snapped. “You were here when I first came over.”
“I have a spare key. Sorry Robby didn’t tell me his boytoy was housesitting.”
“I’m not his fucking-” he yelped when Jack smacked his ass harshly before he could finish the sentence.
“Don’t lie. You know I don’t like it when you lie.”
Robby dropped his bag on the couch, watching how easy Jack was still sliding in and out of Whitaker. “From the way it’s looking, Jack, he’s your boytoy. Didn’t think you had it in you, Whitaker.”
“Is that jealousy I hear?” Jack teased.
Of course it is. Robby had been eyeing the intern for months. He was tempted to just tell Whitaker to come over the night before he left so he could fuck the kid at least once.
But Whitaker didn’t deserve that kind of treatment. He deserved consistency. Something steady to please him.
Robby just didn’t think that something was going to come in the form of Jack Abbot.
“You know,” Jack said conversationally, like he wasn’t still balls deep in the intern. The intern who looked modified and humiliated and was still making faces giving away his obvious enjoyment of his current predicament. “He did such a good job of watching over your place. You want to show him your gratitude?”
Robby raised a brow. “He did such a good job? I don’t think that would entail getting fucked by one of his superior’s in my living room.”
Whitaker whimpered and Robby’s already half cock twitched at the sound.
“True,” Jack conceded. “Maybe he’s the one that should be thanking you. For letting him play pretty little housewife for three months.”
Whitaker looked mortified at the statement and went to drop his head down, but Jack spanked his ass again. “Don’t do that. You know you’re not allowed to do that. Arch your back more. Now.”
“Your pretty little housewife is poorly trained,” Robby smirked. “You’d think three months would be enough to get him fixed to your liking.”
Jack just grinned, eyeing the bulge of Robby’s pants. “Yeah? His mouth came nearly perfect.”
Robby groaned and Whitaker let out a sound of defense. He finally closed the gap between them, stopping in front of Whitaker. He undid his belt slowly, sliding his bottoms down until it was just his swollen cock in his hand. He sat down on the couch in front of both men so Whitaker was eye level with his crotch.
The poor thing looked hungry for it.
“Come on, Den,” Jack cooed. “Show Robby how good you are at sucking cock.”
Dennis was still bright red but he leaned forward, dropping his jaw, and looked up with pleading eyes.
Robby wasn’t one to tell his favorite boytoy no.
It’s been a long few months on the road. Nothing but shitty PornHub videos and the occasional bar hookup that left Robby still slightly unsatisfied. He needed this just as much as Whitaker did.
Well. Maybe not quite as much based on his excitement.
Dennis’s mouth is heaven. He doesn’t gag once as Robby pushes into his mouth, down his throat. He’s eager for it, greedy. His tongue swirled around Robby’s length and he moaned at the taste.
“Don’t be a slut about it,” Jack chastised from behind him. “Don’t do it if you aren’t going to do it correctly.”
Robby brushed the curls back from Dennis’s forehead. “You’re fine. Ignore him. He’s too damn picky for his own good.”
“You’d be picky too if he was the one trying to jump your bones every night,” Jack said, rolling his eyes. “Little thing is too damn horny for his own good.”
Dennis whines in indignation at the insult.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Robby scolded lightly. “Show me how grateful you are I let you use my house to get fucked in.”
And show his gratitude he did.
Robby should’ve known. Dennis always had those soft, pretty lips that he nibbled at. The pout he’d give when someone was annoying him or teasing him. It makes sense that he could suck dick like a pro.
He opened his mouth wider as Robby slowly started to fuck his throat, hissing slightly at the heat of him. Dennis stayed perfectly still as Robby used him. Tears sprang into the corner of his eyes but he didn’t falter.
“See?” Jack grunted, picking up on his motions. “Almost as good as a cocksucker as you.”
Dennis’s eyes widened at the revelation and Robby just laughed. “What? You think-shit-you think you’re the only person Jack’s taken advantage of with his fucking yoga bullshit?”
“It’s not bullshit,” Jack snapped. “It’s great for mobility.”
“Yeah?” Robby challenged. “Dennnis, baby, can you arch your back a little more? Give Jack better access.”
Dennis moved easily, sliding his knees out and arching his back to practically hand himself over to Jack’s cock. Jesus, what a sight that was. Dennis’s stretched hole taking all of Jack, practically fighting to keep him deep inside.
“Fuck, fuck-” Jack muttered, grabbing Dennis’s hips to steady himself. “Such a good boy, Dennis.”
Dennis whined, high pitched and needy. Robby felt elation course across his body. He started fucking into his throat faster, harder, groaning at how good it felt.
“Yeah? You want to be a good boy?”
The poor kid could only blink up at him, mouth and ass full, blue eyes wet and desperate.
“He’s such a good boy, aren’t you Den?” Jack cooed. “Just a sweet little cock warmer. Hasn’t even come yet ‘cause he knows he’s not supposed to.”
Dennis looked up at Robby, hazy and body shivering in pleasure.
“How’s he supposed to ask when he’s so full?” Robby said, breath hitching as his cock slid over Dennis’s tongue.
“You want to hear him beg? He’s pretty when he does.”
Robby pulled his dick out, ignoring the pitiful whine Dennis made when he did. “Ask for it, Dennis. Come on.”
The pleas spilled out of the poor thing. “Please, wanna come, please, need it, daddy please-”
Both of the older men groaned at the sentiment.
“One daddy not enough?” Jack said, hands practically bruising Dennis’s hips. “Such a greedy thing.”
“Need both,” Dennis pleaded. “Daddy, daddies, let me come, please, I’ll be so good-”
Robby cut him off by sticking his cock back down his throat. “Get me off first, baby, then you can.”
It doesn’t take long. Robby’s older, he’s pent up, and Dennis sucks cock like it’s the only thing he wants to do. Within minutes, he spills down Dennis’s throat, moaning heartily, fingers gripping the back of his head. The sight must be enough for Jack because his hips finally stutter, slamming deep into Dennis as two loads of cum fill his body. Dennis swallowed everything, eager and good, just like Robby knew he was.
Someone, maybe Robby, maybe Jack, gives Dennis the confirmation he needs to come untouched, ropes of cum streaming onto his chest and hitting the bottom of Robby’s legs.
Dennis collapsed against the floor with a weak cry, leg twitching. Jack pulled out of him slowly and sighed at the sight of his cum leaking out lazily.
“You’re so wasteful with it. Gonna have to get you that plug you said you wanted.”
Somehow, the kid still blushes. Like he didn’t just get fucked by both of his bosses. “Jack. Stop.”
“Relax, kid,” Robby soothed, tucking his cock back in his pants. “He’s right. It’s a waste. Plus, you’d look pretty walking around here with just your plug in you.”
It’s hard to tell who’s most excited about that idea.