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Dr Robby’s house is not what Dennis expected. When he pictured where Robby would live, he imagined maybe a stylish apartment overlooking the city or a modern artistic house in some fancy neighbourhood. Instead, Robby lived in a three-bedroom craftsman house in a nice quiet cul-de-sac. All brick and mortar and elderly neighbours like Robby had described.
Upon unlocking the door for the first time, Dennis was met with an open plan living and dining with a refurbished kitchen and a sliding back door that led to a large back deck. Upstairs were the bedrooms and bathroom. Dennis took his time marvelling at the home where his boss called home. The fireplace mantle had all kinds of clutter and knickknacks while the walls held photos of Robby’s family and paintings he’d collected over the years. An entire lifetime on display, and everything Dennis held dear could fit into two duffle bags. Clothes included. In his defence, he left most of his things behind when he moved out for college.
Robby had given him the passcode and keys before they parted after his last shift. Robby had probably already hit the highway on his motorcycle by then. Off to enjoy his well deserved sabbatical. At least, that’s what Dennis hoped would happen. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Robby might be deciding on whether he wanted to come back to the Pitt. Something in the older man’s words had settled wrong in Dennis’s stomach. He’d talked to Abbot about it and the other doctor had promised he’d see to it.
After locking up behind him, Dennis had a quick meal from the leftovers still in the fridge. It turned out Robby could cook on top of everything else. Soon enough, Dennis was carrying his bags upstairs to find the guest room. Robby had said his room was the last door on the right. Dennis swore to himself he wouldn’t go in there but couldn’t help but take a peek. He wouldn’t get another chance after all.
Inside the bedroom was decorated sparsely yet somehow cosy at the same time. Robby had a California king bed with dark blue sheets and a memory foam topper. The room held a heady scent that could only be Robby. Dennis hated to admit the scent was addicting.
He knew as soon as he agreed to housesit that he was making a horrible mistake. Only Santos knew of his crippling, desperate crush on Dr Robby. He’d never intended to develop a crush on his attending, but it was hard when Robby would constantly touch his shoulders or manhandle him to come with him during work. And the way he spoke to Dennis, like his opinion mattered, who wouldn’t fall for Michael Robinavitch?
That night, Dennis couldn’t sleep. The guest bed was comfy enough but it just didn’t feel right. The street outside was too quiet. There was no roommate across the hall complaining about him using her toothbrush.
After over an hour of tossing and turning, Dennis ended up breaking his promise again and wound up trying to sleep in Robby’s bed. Thinking the familiar scent would help ease himself to sleep.
Instead, being surrounded by the lingering scent of Robby’s aftershave and sweat, Dennis just became incredibly turned on. His cunt clenching around nothing when he burried his nose into the pillow. As a trans man, Dennis had gotten top surgery but not bottom surgery. He could feel his boxers start to grow damp as he pressed his legs together underneath the covers.
Dennis sniffed the pillow once more “Robby... shit” it was too much. He hated himself for giving in so easily. Dennis almost began touching himself but stopped himself at the last moment. He couldn’t. Not here. Not in Robby’s bed.
He had to leave the room. Get out while he still had some sense left in his brain. But as he started to get out of bed, the pillow slid off the bed and landed onto the floor.
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Across the city, Robby had stopped at a 24-hour diner to grab a bite to eat before he continued on his bike.
“What’ll it be, Hun?” the waitress asked with a pen and pad at the ready
Robby glanced at the menu “I’ll take a coffee and breakfast special”
She wrote down his order “You just get off work or something?”
“You could say that. Going on a trip after this”
The waitress smiled “Looks like you need one. I’ll add a slice of cherry pie to the order. On the house” she winked
“Well, I’ll never say no to free pie. Thanks"
As she left, Robby pulled out his phone and automatically went to the app for his security system. He’d had it installed back last year when his neighbourhood had a string of petty robberies. It turned out to be the teens down the street looking for things to sell for drug money. Robby had kept the system mostly because it was the sensible thing to do. Every room had a camera installed, including his own.
He methodically swiped through the feeds, expecting Dennis to appear in frame soon enough. He looked up from his phone when the waitress came back with his coffee. Robby grabbed the cup, sipped it, then turned back to his phone.
Thank god he had his phone on silent.
Coffee spluttered down his chin and shirt. On his phone screen was Dennis. On his bed. Humping one of Robby’s pillows like his life depended on it.
Before he knew it, Robby was heading for the diner bathroom with his phone clutched tight in his hand. He locked himself inside one of the two stalls breathing shakily. On screen, Dennis was none the wiser. Taking his pleasure without restraint. His mouth forming words Robby couldn’t hear. He swallowed the lump in his throat before pressing the volume. Dennis’s soft whimpered moans reached his ears along with a whispered name.
His name.
“Robby...” the younger doctor moaned quietly, dragging his soaking pussy back and forth on Robby’s pillow “Robby... Robby, ah...”
Robby silenced the phone once more. Unable to comprehend what he was seeing let alone hearing. Oblivious, Dennis carried on. His hips were rocking faster as his face scrunched with pleasure. Robby could see everything. Every freckle, every muscle, the scars on Dennis’s chest. Robby pressed record.
His food was probably growing cold on the table but he couldn’t care less. He was fixated on the screen, on the vision Dennis was. His deepest desires brought to life. Abbot had mocked him for his soft spot for Dennis, but Abbot hadn’t known the half of it. Robby was, to put it bluntly, obsessed with Dennis Whittaker.
Had been for longer than he cared to admit. The main reason he wanted Dennis to house-sit for him was so he’d spend less time with Amy and her baby.
Now he was watching the younger man get himself off in Robby’s bed.
He watched as Dennis’s movements grew frantic till his body stilled. Back arching. Thighs clenching. Mouth hanging open. Robby was completely enraptured.
When Robby finally emerged from the bathroom, he asked that his food be put in a to-go bag.
The ride back home would take an hour after all.