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Robby was woken up by some kind of distant distress noise.
First he thought he’d imagined it, but then it came again.
Maybe Jack had fallen or Whitaker - Dennis, he should really get used to calling him Dennis, considering the younger man was living with him now - maybe Dennis had hurt himself somehow…
He got out of bed, ignoring the way his earlier tears had left some residue around his eyes, his lashes feeling a little sticky.
When he opened the door to his room the noise became clearer, it was coming from the bathroom at the end of the hallway.
Halfway down the hallway Robby froze, because what he had heard now did not at all sound distressed.
Was Dennis jerking off in the bathroom?
The image that conjured up for Robby made him feel uncomfortably hot.
The younger man, movements tired from a day in the Pitt, shirt pulled up, pants tucked down, touching himself in his, Robby's, bathroom…
He needed to stop thinking about that, right fucking now.
A quieter, lower noise pulled Robby out of the process of reprimanding himself.
He closed his eyes as a shiver ran down his back.
He definitely recognized that voice.
His feet moved forward, careful not to step on any of the creakier floorboards, even if the noises were probably too loud in that bathroom for them to notice anything else.
Part of him was screaming to go back to bed, to stop being a fucking creep, but another part of him just…couldn’t.
He only stopped when he could understand what was being said.
“Beg for me”
Robby felt his own cheeks start to get hot at the thought of Jack saying something like that to him.
When they had been fooling around with each other they had basically still been kids, awkward, inexperienced and terrified of being attracted to the same gender as themselves. There had been no confident dirty talk like this, of course not…
““Please Jack, please fuck me, I need it, need you inside me…”
That voice on the other hand Robby didn’t feel in his cheeks.
No, that voice stirred his body a lot lower and shockingly immediately.
He felt like he could see Dennis’ face, the way he’d look while pleading in this open and vulnerable way he had about him.
Like he trusted Robby so fully…Robby hadn’t seen that look in a while, he knew why, but he still hated it.
He liked having that trust, wished Dennis had never seen him break like that…the situation in pedes had been a glimpse, but seemed minor enough for that trust to hold, but the situation two weeks ago…that had probably broken that trust for good…
There was grunting from Jack and low noises of physical strain from Dennis until after a few moments Dennis’ voice came again, sounding somewhere between irritated and desperate.
“Fucking move already!”
Jack laughed, like frustrating Dennis was something he enjoyed.
Robby felt almost protective over the boy in that moment, how could Jack be mean to him? Dennis deserved to be treated soft and kindly, he deserved the gentleness Jack had displayed with Robby today when he had held him and kissed the back of his neck…
“You really are such a fucking brat…”
Dennis? A brat?
The boy looked like he wanted to hide when Robby chided him.
He was so eager to be good, to do everything right.
He soaked up praise like he was starving for it…
The rhythmic noises of two bodies colliding made Robby feel dizzy.
It just made the fact Jack and Dennis were actually having full on sex in his bathroom become very real.
He wanted to leave, but just felt incapable, stuck between feeling aroused and horrified.
Jack was telling Dennis to touch himself and said something else that was too low and raspy for Robby to make out.
He did however make out another sentence.
“Come on, cum for me, all over Robby’s bathroom sink.”
Robby could hardly believe it, even harder to believe though was that Dennis wasn’t put off by the mention of Robby’s name in that moment, instead apparently he’d reached his climax right then.
Presumably actually into Robby’s bathroom sink…
The realisation this interaction was probably going to draw to a close soon hit Robby like he got injected with adrenalin.
He turned on his heels and made his way back to his own room, hiding inside, leaving his door just a crack open, just enough to barely see his bathroom door.
When he concentrated he could still hear low grunting from Jack, but no noises from Dennis anymore.
Eventually he saw both men leave the bathroom, Dennis fully naked but entirely focused on Jack, who was limping a little.
They moved to the guest room, which was across from Robby’s bedroom, talking to each other in calm voices, there was chuckling and yawning but none of it sounded like either of them was unhappy about what they had just done.
Robby stayed behind his door for a while longer, his heart rate slowly settling.
The emotions within him were…very confused.
There was concern of course, and a certain amount of annoyance that Jack had not taken Robby’s warning to heart. He felt protective of Dennis and angry at how Jack had talked to the boy. He didn’t remember Jack ever talking about having a mean streak in bed, he certainly hadn’t been like that back in their day, Jack had been sweet and careful, shy even at times, cheeky now and then maybe…
But that also had been such a long time ago.
Was this a side of his friend he simply wasn’t aware of because sex wasn’t something they had shared for decades?
But Eileen also had not at all been the kind of woman to put up with that kind of treatment…
And then there was the part Robby felt deeply ashamed of.
As much as he didn’t like the idea of Jack teasing Dennis in that way, making him beg, laughing at him, calling him a brat…Robby would want that for himself, could imagine it fitting perfectly for them. He gave Jack attitude all the time, he’d absolutely deserve this, would probably feel freed in a way if he got some punishment for what a crappy friend he was sometimes…
And Dennis’ pleading, the desperation…Robby would be so good to him, would make sure he got exactly what he wanted and needed, he would not make him beg, he would treat Dennis like the sweet, soft thing he was…
Those thoughts made him almost sick and the guilt made him feel close to crying again.
Because clearly Jack and Dennis wanted each other, no matter if their interactions sounded unhealthy to him, if they made each other happy, like they had sounded afterwards, Robby was making that more difficult as well.
In the last two weeks today had been the first time both men had been home at the same time, and with their current schedules they’d be lucky if their days off overlapped, meaning they might only see glimpses of each other for weeks at a time…
Because they took care of Robby, because they couldn’t trust that he could be left alone in his house for more than maybe an hour or two.
If he had been alone he’d probably poured himself some of his scotch, sat down in his study, put on a record and just tried to settle his thoughts.
Maybe he should do that anyway.
Both men had sounded tired and had clearly gone to bed.
Maybe if he just didn’t play his music too loudly it’d be fine.
~*~
When Robby had snuck out of his room he had been able to look into the guest room. Jack had his arms wrapped around Dennis, their faces towards each other, dim light from outside illuminating the lines of their entangled bodies. It almost looked like the poster to a gay indie drama that’d do numbers at sundance or something.
They were beautiful.
They were beautiful together and Robby was in their way.
But he also wasn’t allowed to leave.
What the fuck was he supposed to do?
With a glass of scotch poured, only one finger, because he actually usually didn’t over-indulge and did prefer to savour the liquor he spent good money on, he had put on some Ella Fitzgerald and slumped down in his comfortable leather office chair while the opening notes of ‘Summertime’ started to float around the room.
“Do you think maybe you cling to this need of being essential in other people’s lives because you struggle to see value in your existence by itself?”
The therapist had asked that in his third session and Robby had rolled his eyes, because yes, obviously that was the case, water is wet, fork found in kitchen, all of that.
He hadn’t even needed to say it out loud, Dr. Spencer just smiling, nodding and moving on to the next question.
“Do you think the way you sacrifice yourself for others is what they most appreciate about you?”
Probably not.
Not the ones that mattered.
Gloria and the higher ups probably appreciated that most about him, considering he doubted they appreciated much else about his personality…
But Jack, Dana, Dennis…he was pretty sure none of them would count that under his better qualities.
Though he had no real grasp on what else there might be to appreciate.
“You really are such a fucking Brat.”
Jack hadn’t actually sounded annoyed, he’d sounded fond, appreciative.
Maybe to Jack Dennis was a brat.
Maybe Dennis had picked Jack because with him he could be a brat.
Maybe it was Robby who made Dennis stay sweet and soft, because he felt like Robby wouldn’t be able to handle him otherwise.
Not like Jack could.
And maybe he had no idea Jack could be mean in that way because Jack too thought Robby wouldn’t be able to take it.
“How am I supposed to deal with your shit when I can’t even joke about killing you…”
Maybe Robby forced them to hold back in ways they didn’t have to with each other…
He sipped his drink.
‘Summertime’ shifted to ‘A ship without a sail’ and his mood turned even more melancholic.
Ella’s voice speaking his feelings.
“My head is just a hat place, my breast an empty shell, and I’ve a faded dream to sell.”
Although at least he did have people who cared for him, so not quite the same, he supposed it had been easier to let the song flow through him before Jack and Dennis had yanked him back.
‘It’s only a paper moon’ was next.
“Oof brother…you only listen to Ella Fitzgerald when you want to brood…”
Robby looked up from where he had been staring at his calloused hands.
Jack, wearing a shirt and boxers, leaned in the door frame to Robby’s study, arms crossed but not looking upset, just openly worried.
Always worried lately.
Robby just gave a ‘what can I say’ shrug and took another sip.
Jack walked into the room, pulled up the ottoman Dennis had lately been sitting on whenever he and Robby listened to music together.
The boy knew a surprising amount of 70s and 80s rock for his age.
Apparently his father had occasionally indulged in ‘wordly music’.
“What are you brooding about then?”
He didn’t want to talk about it, not about what he overheard, or what he saw, not about how he felt, how he ached, for the man in front of him, or the man presumably still asleep upstairs…
“I’m sorry if I woke you up,” was what Robby said instead.
Jack shook his head.
“You didn’t, I wasn’t asleep when you got up, I was just…dozing.”
Something like anger tried to boil up within Robby, but it got doused with cold water almost immediately.
So Jack had been aware of Robby looking at them, probably aware that the timing of Robby leaving his room meant he had waited just long enough to assume they were asleep.
“Then you should know why I am brooding…”
Jack’s face twisted with something that wasn’t quite guilt, maybe displeasure at the topic Robby alluded to.
“How much did you hear?”
A dry chuckle escaped Robby’s throat thinking about that.
Jack surely wouldn’t judge him, at least not for long, he hoped.
“I think it was ‘beg for me’...”
His friend did look a little surprised at that.
“Damn, okay…should I apologize for it happening in your bathroom?”
Robby couldn’t help but laugh.
“Well I certainly won’t look at my sink the same after this…knowing he…you know…”
That smug asshole bit his lower lip while grinning, his eyebrows twitching up, clearly remembering how that had happened, no sense of shame.
“Yeah, when he asked me to do it there I hadn’t yet thought about the implications of it being a space all three of us share…though I’m pretty sure he did.”
“He asked you to fuck him in the bathroom?”
Robby had assumed Jack had surprised Dennis with it after a shower, considering the way he had been the one dominating the situation.
Jack let out a deep sigh.
“Yeah, he felt a little bad afterwards because he hadn’t thought of my leg, the boy scout he is, he had it planned pretty well, had made sure to have lube on hand and be all naked and vulnerable when he asked me…told me he knew what his brain needed after a really bad shift…”
Robby started to feel bad about the assumptions he had made regarding the way Jack had talked to Dennis.
“Is that why you were…rough with him? I must admit that somewhat shocked me.”
This time Jack blushed, pushing one hand through his hair.
“I don’t…I guess if we are going by kink terms I’d call myself a service-dom. But I definitely didn’t plan for the first time to be a scene where he asks me to be mean to him and fuck him without any prep…Dennis can be quite…”
“A brat?” Robby supplied, smiling knowingly as his friend blushed deeper.
“Yes, and very confident and forward…”
“Hard to believe…” Robby admitted, again thinking about the way Dennis was mostly with him.
Not just at work, but also when they would spend time together the last few weeks.
Shyly asking Robby to show him more of his music, to tell him about his time in med school, about how life had been with his grandmother, how he and Jack had become friends and then more…how he first had met Dana…
He thought about the content but slightly timid smiles Dennis would give Robby whenever he praised his cooking, so similar to the way he would react when being praised at work.
There had been so many moments where Robby had wanted to put his hands on the younger man again, his shoulders, his arms, his nape…his hips…no, not that, touching him at all had already been more than he should have ever done…
“Wait, this was your guys’ first time? But it wasn’t like…his first time, right?”
Jack’s face blanched.
“What the fuck Mikey?! You can’t really believe I’d pop someone’s cherry like that, holy shit man…”
Robby lifted his hands in apology, the liquid in the glass in his hand sloshing a little.
“Sorry, okay? Sorry…I didn’t think that far…”
He set the scotch down on his desk and glanced at his friend.
“Are you sure it wasn’t? I mean, do you know if he…”
Jack wiped a hand over his face.
“Yes. Michael.”
His stare was daring Robby to question it further.
“Dennis likely has been with more people, and almost definitely with more men than either of us.”
What?
“Seriously?”
Jack shrugged and nodded.
“I was surprised too, but it isn’t hard to believe once you experience his seduction first hand. He knows how to use that body and face of his to get exactly what he wants…”
That stung.
“Well, it’s not like I’ll ever find out.”
Instead of being sympathetic or anything, Jack just snorted in clear amusement, making Robby stare at him indignantly.
“Oh don’t look at me like you don’t know he’d be on his knees for you the moment you asked him to.”
Robby blinked in disbelief, “Bullshit, he’s with you.”
Jack shrugged, “He has made it very clear that he doesn’t mind the concept of sharing. Even if I think he assumes it’d be you and him sharing me…but that’s beside the point.”
That was too much for Robby’s brain.
“I…what? Wait…no, what? I’m…confused…wait…why would he think…I mean I know people apparently think we are more than friends, but…but he knows…he knows the truth…”
Jack reached out for Robby’s drink and downed the rest that had been in the glass.
“Yeah well…he thinks if the choice was between him and me you’d pick me.”
There was something in Jack’s eyes, in his voice too actually…something like hurt?
Robby was so confused.
“Are you okay, Jack?”
Jack looked up at Robby, and the hurt that had been a hint before was now barely concealed.
“Yeah man…” his voice sounded wrong.
“Or at least I will be, I just want to see you happy, alright? That’s what matters to me. I love you, brother.”
Jack’s voice had cracked on that last sentence, that last word to be specific.
A sentence they had told each other so many times.
And suddenly Robby wasn’t sure he fully believed it.
He did believe Jack when he said he wanted to see him happy, he even believed that Jack loved him in a way…why then did that sentence feel like a lie?
Why did it feel like Jack was almost as far from okay as he himself felt?
When Robby came to the conclusion that he couldn’t just brush this off, something like a cold calm settled over him.
“Why are you lying, Jack?” he asked, voice neutral, not cruel, but not gentle either.
He just needed to know, for more reasons than he could count.
Jack squeezed his eyes shut, rubbed them with his free hand.
“Mikey…this is real bad timing for that kind of conversation…”
“I don’t care. If you are suffering, I need to know that just as much as you needed to know it from me.”
“Fuck…” Jack muttered, his hand slipping from his eyes to cover his mouth instead, looking at Robby, like he was physically trying to keep himself from speaking.
He pushed the empty glass back onto Robby’s desk and buried his face in his hands, groaning.
Eventually he dropped his hands, resting his elbows on his knees, looking down at the floor but nodding, like he had come to a grave decision.
“Okay…just…you have to promise me that you will keep letting me help you, alright?”
Robby raised an eyebrow.
“Without knowing what you are hiding from me?”
Jack nodded vehemently, desperately.
“Yes, I swear it’s nothing…horrible or reprehensible, but I need you to promise it.”
That was so much more ominous than Robby had been prepared for.
But this was Jack, his best friend Jack.
The first person he’d ever fallen in love with. And the only person he’d never fallen out of love with ever since.
So he nodded, even though the idea Jack might be hiding something that could make Robby want to push him away felt like fire ants in his guts.
“Alright,” he almost more breathed than spoke, “I promise. I won’t push you away.”
Jack nodded too, breath going a little heavy, like he was psyching himself up to do it.
He looked up at Robby again, eyes so full of pain Robby thought he could feel it like his own.
“I still love you. Romantically. I…never stopped. Michael…I’m so sorry, believe me, I know how bad the timing for something like this is, I understand if you don’t want me around you now…but that’s why I needed you to promise, okay? I…I can’t lose you, man…not you too, I need to know you’ll be okay…I need…”
Jack’s voice had become shakier with every word and after sucking in a deep breath tears spilled over and he dropped his head in his hands again.
“I’m so sorry…I never…I’m…fuck…shit…I’m sorry…”
Robby was stunned.
His mind struggled to catch up with the words.
When Jack started to seriously break down though his shock was pushed to the back of his mind in favour of emergency-mode.
He slumped from his chair into kneeling in front of Jack and wrapped his arms around the man, pulling him close.
“Sh…Jack…I’m not…I’m not pushing you away. I promise it’s okay, please believe me. Please Jack, stop apologizing, it’s okay, come on man, it’s okay, I promise. I love you, okay? Please stop, are you listening? I love you too, okay? Please listen to me…please…please Jack…”
Jack shook his head, but his shaking was calming down.
He sniffed loudly, “Don’t say that…don’t say you love me too, unless you mean it in the same way…please don’t do that…not right now…”
Robby felt his heart beating like it hadn’t in years, like this was life and death, but his life and his death. The only thing close he had felt had been riding his motorcycle, just on another extreme of that spectrum.
He pulled Jack’s hands from his face to replace them with his own, pulling Jack's head up until their eyes met.
“Jack, look at me. I love you. Okay?”
He leaned their foreheads together, “I love you, Jack. I love you so much. It never changed and it probably never will. Do you get that? Please tell me you believe me. I need you to believe me.”
Jack nodded, jerkily but without saying anything.
Robby pressed the man’s head harder against his own, like he could somehow will the truth into his brain.
“Say it. Say you believe me.”
More nodding, another sniff, “I…I believe you…I believe you…I do. I just…need to come down from the…adrenaline I think…”
Robby loosened his grip, stroking a thumb over Jack’s cheek and on impulse gave the man a kiss on the forehead.
“Alright…me too I think…I didn’t exactly expect this…”
Jack made a noise between a laugh and a hiccup.
“Man, we are such a mess…I think I could go for a cigarette…”
“Okay,” Robby agreed, “Let’s go have a cigarette.”
~*~
They were sitting on Robby’s back porch.
They hadn’t bothered with any chairs, just backs leaned against the railing, legs tangled like they used to do back in high school, handing a cigarette back and forth.
“All this time?” Robby asked eventually.
Jack hummed in confirmation.
“Leaving for the army was the hardest choice I ever made, but the Tyrant found my drawings of you…he told me if I didn’t break up with you he’d have you arrested for statutory rape. And then he gave me the choice to either marry some girl he and my mother had picked for me, or enlist the moment I turned 18…”
Something like ice crawled through Robby’s veins.
“We broke up when you were 17 and I was 18, how would that have been statutory rape?”
Jack let out a deep, agonized sigh.
“I used to date my drawings…”
Robby remembered that.
“Some of them were hard to misinterpret and when he did the math he realized some of them were from when I was 15 and you were 16.”
“Fucking bastard…” Robby muttered and handed the cigarette back to Jack.
“Yeah…” Jack agreed, taking a drag, “At this point of course I know it likely wouldn’t have held up in court, especially because drawings aren’t photographs…but back then I was terrified.”
“Of course, I’d have been too.”
Jack stubbed out the rest of the cigarette and lit a new one.
“What about you? I always assumed breaking up and then disappearing without a word had broken the spell for you…you were so bitter when we first met each other again.”
Robby almost choked on the smoke he was inhaling as an involuntary laugh bubbled up.
“Oh yes, I was fucking livid with you. Mr. Purple-Heart war hero, strolling in, fully realized bisexual, flirting with anything on two legs, trying to be friends again after breaking my heart twice in one summer…I hated you. Doesn’t mean I didn’t also still love you. I don’t think I’d have forgiven you, if I didn’t. But I was still conflicted about my own sexuality, you had been the only man…well, not a man back then I guess, but the only same sex partner I had been with…and I thought it had just been experimenting for you. So when you kept putting in the effort to be friends again I eventually decided I’d rather prefer to have you in my life in that way than not at all and tried to move on.”
Jack handed the cigarette over, blowing out a few smoke rings.
“Show-off…” Robby muttered.
“When you met Eileen it was both the worst and best thing that ever happened up to that point in my life. She was so perfect for you, I’d never seen you happier.”
Jack was quiet at the mention of his late wife.
“She was amazing. And I loved her so much. You and her, you were never in competition in my mind, it wasn’t even a question, I always loved both of you in your own individual ways. And she knew that.”
Robby looked at Jack in surprise.
“She knew?”
Jack chuckled wistfully, “Oh yeah, she knew. The day she met you for the first time she sat me down and asked if I was in love with you.”
“Of course…she was always too smart for you.”
“Yeah…” Jack sighed, “Dennis reminds me of her in that way sometimes. Fourth of July he just stated it, like a fact, like there was no question that I still loved you. All he needed was one evening with my guard down…”
“Huh…” was all Robby knew to say to that, making Jack chuckle again.
“Yeah…not that they are much alike otherwise.”
Robby snorted out a full laugh at that statement.
“Absolutely not. She was an amazing woman, but she’d have driven me crazy within a week if she would have moved in with me.”
He stared into the living room, thinking about a barely awake Dennis lounging on the couch while Robby was reading. Silence felt so easy and comfortable with him.
“Dennis calms something inside me…like one of those big hamster-like things from Japan…”
Jack looked at Robby in confusion.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
Robby rolled his eyes.
“Fuck man, I don’t know, I saw part of a doku about them, alright? There are like dog-sized rodents that live in springs in Japan and apparently they are so fucking serene their mere presence calms other animals down, like even crocodiles and shit…”
Jack barked out a laugh, “Mikey, I don’t think crocodiles are native to Japan…are you sure you weren’t dreaming?”
Robby huffed in annoyance and pulled his phone out, trying to figure out what animal he was thinking of.
When he typed in ‘big calm rodent japan’ he pretty immediately found what he had been looking for.
“They are called capybaras. They apparently aren’t native to Japan, but there are several hundred of them there at this point.”
He pulled up a video of a bunch of capybaras relaxing in a hot spring, surrounded by what looked like some kind of citrus fruits and showed it to Jack, who watched it with the cigarette hanging from his mouth.
“I guess I can see the resemblance, a little bit…maybe…” Jack said, clearly trying to humor him.
Robby turned off the screen and put his phone away again.
“I was more thinking about how their presence is apparently calming, not really a visual similarity.”
“If you say so, brother.”
Robby scrunched up his nose a little at the term.
“Maybe don’t call me that anymore…”
Jack grinned “What should I call you?”
Robby shrugged, “I’m sure something will establish itself. I just think calling each other ‘brother’ during sex for example would be somewhat of a mood-killer…”
“Is that something you want?” Jack asked, making Robby suddenly more aware than before how close their faces were.
“Do you want us to have sex again?”
Robby licked his lips and met Jack’s gaze.
“Of course…if you want that as well. If not, I suppose I can work with that too…”
Jack shook his head, grinning.
“No Michael, I definitely want to have sex with you. In fact, I still imagine your cock when I use a toy on myself. Took me a while to find one that had the right size and shape to make it feel close enough…”
“Holy shit Jack” Robby muttered, trying to steady himself “You can’t just say stuff like that…”
Jack kept grinning, “Clearly I can. And I can say even dirtier things.”
Robby swallowed hard, eyes fixated on the devious twist of Jack’s mouth.
“Like what?”
Jack leaned in closer, his nose brushing Robby’s bearded cheek.
“I bet Den would love to bounce on that cock of yours as well. He’d make the most beautiful noises riding you while I suck him off.”
Robby felt his sweatpants tent and let out a helpless groan.
“Jack…you shouldn’t bring him into this before we even know if he’d want to be with both of us…”
“Oh he does…” Jack assured, “Your name on my lips is what made him cum earlier tonight. I told you, he picked a place all three of us use on purpose. That man has wanted to climb into your lap from day one. And who can blame him. And I’m pretty sure he’s vers, so just imagine stuffing him, getting him hard and leaking and then having him fill you up while both our cum is still dripping out of his tight, greedy hole…”
Robby was weak, too weak to fight the images Jack was painting.
He moaned into the cold night air at the thought and then again, louder as Jack’s hand grabbed his cock through the fabric of his sweatpants.
“Fuck…”
Jack hummed in delight.
“There he is, has he gotten even bigger since back in the day? Man I want to choke on that cock, maybe while Den fucks me, being spitroasted by you two would probably feel like fucking heaven…just imagine fucking my throat while you watch him fuck me.”
Robby could barely think, his brain filled up with Jack’s words, his touch, the fantasies he was conjuring.
Jack discarded the cigarette he had still been holding and grabbed Robby’s hand to place it over his own cock.
It was like no time had passed since they had jerked each other off in the garden shed behind Robby’s grandmother’s house, and at the same time he felt the decades between those moments. They sounded different and when Jack found his way into Robby’s pants his hands were bigger, rougher, calloused and a lot more practiced.
Their faces were towards each other, their foreheads touching, their mouths hanging slightly open, breathing each other’s air.
Robby’s hand found its way into Jack’s pants as well, his brain singing at the sensation of hot, silky skin and the slick of precum leaking from Jack’s tip.
“We’d fuck him so good Mikey…” Jack mumbled and Robby whined in agreement.
“Make him feel so full, so loved…” Another whine.
“And I wanna make you feel full and loved…”
“Jack…”
“Fuck you until you’re a drooling mess…”
“Jack I’m…”
“Me too, Love…don’t stop, let’s make a mess…”
Robby felt his ears ringing as he came, his movements on Jack’s cock getting uncoordinated.
But then Jack’s hand wrapped around Robby’s fingers and kept them moving.
“Fuck Michael, I’ve missed your hands on me, I’ve missed your noises…your smell…I’ve missed you so much…”
Jack came over both their hands and closed their mouths for a messy, greedy kiss.
After a few moments Robby had to pull away for air, leaning his head against the railing behind him, breathing heavily.
“Holy shit Jack…you’re a demon or something…”
Jack was gasping himself but laughed wheezingly.
“Anything to make dear old dad turn in his grave…”
Robby laughed and shook his head in disbelief.
“I love you so much…but you got some issues…”
Jack grinned “I love you too.”
Robby felt his body calming down slowly, his head not spinning as badly anymore.
Which meant he also was able to take in more of their surroundings again.
In particular the living room they were facing.
A living room that wasn’t empty.
Hips leaned against the back of Robby’s couch, wearing nothing but a shirt, which Robby was relatively certain was one of his, and a pair of boxer briefs, stood Dennis, looking at them and calmly sipping a mug that probably contained tea.
“Jack…” Robby said and his alarmed tone made Jack follow his eyes.
“Well shit…” Jack said, still laughing a little.
“We should probably go inside and talk with him…”
Robby closed his eyes for a moment and let his head thunk back again.
“Yeah…”