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It was a mess. Jack could see that with absolute certainty.
He had only just arrived, early for his night shift, and he was already overwhelmed. He could see Santos and Javadi fighting over which symbol to use on the analogue board. Dana was shouting instructions at the nurses like a drill sergeant from hell. Mel and Langdon were practically attached at the hip and sprinting around the ER floor.
Even Robby was adding to the chaos, shouting at one of the new med students. Most likely for messing up with a patient. One thing that was clear from across the Pitt - the forced look of apathy that had already begun to crumble under the weight of emotion. Abbot sometimes forgot how much of a hardass Robby could be, until he saw interactions like this.
Jack continued to scan faces, but he still hadn’t spotted him. His eyes had still yet to meet the golden hair he had run his fingers through countless times. The way it was always perfectly styled in the way that made Jack desperate for him. He remembered the day when Santos had convinced Dennis to get a mullet; Jack made sure to give her special treatment for a week after to show his appreciation.
It was then, a soft laugh hit his ears. It was a sound that was often reserved for their late night conversations, when they were both exhausted, but couldn’t yet sleep. When Dennis would pretend he didn’t find Jack’s jokes funny. That laugh belonged to him. At that moment, it felt like he was a lone ship, guided by a lighthouse from the shore. He bobbed and weaved through the din of various nurses and RNs, making his way towards the sound. That was, until he froze. The sight in front of him made his blood boil.
Dennis, his boy, talking to some man. He was probably a few years older than Dennis. Dark hair with a thick stubble coated his jaw. He was laughing, and leaning towards Dennis in a way that could only be considered flirty. But even worse was the way Dennis laughed back, reciprocated jokes. It did something to Jack that he couldn’t say he was proud of. He was jealous.
He began walking with more intent than he had been previously, his boots colliding heavily with the ground below him. Jack moved like a wolf, stalking towards a threat. Hearing his footsteps, Dennis turned and made eye contact with him, taking a step back from the man sitting in front of him. Before Abbot even knew it, he was standing next to the younger man, placing a hand on his neck and rooting him to the spot, a sharp, ‘Ah, ah’ exiting his mouth. By the gaunt expression on Dennis’ face, and the way his pupils grew, Jack could tell he had remembered what that sound meant - he fucked up.
He had been training Whitaker for a while, starting a couple of months after they first started their relationship. The boy seemed to love the idea, and it became useful in the ER - especially on a busy day like today. A click was praise, an easy way to convey his satisfaction of approval. Whereas a sound like the ‘Ah, Ah’ that had just left his mouth, meant he was in trouble.
“Not so fast, Doctor Whitaker,” He spoke slowly, levelling him with a gaze that only the two of them knew. He could tell from Dennis’ expression that the younger man knew there was no escaping the punishment that was coming. He turned his attention to the man sitting by the radiology machine. Up close, Jack could admit the man was attractive. But, at this moment, that meant nothing.
He was on a warpath.
“You. What’s your name?” He asked, finding a sense of amusement in the way the man seemed to shrink in on himself.
“Dr Barker. Nick.” The man spoke, holding his hand out for a few moments for a handshake. After receiving only a glare in response, he slowly retracted the hand without another word.
“And why, Dr Barker, are you in the Pitt today?” He asked, his tone was careful, slow, as if talking to a child. He didn’t try to hide the annoyance in his tone, even despite the stares and whispers from Princess and Perlah.
“The code gray. With everything going analogue, Dr Al-Hashimi thought it would improve efficiency to have wet-read prints of X-ray films.” Nick explained. If Jack wasn’t actively apoplectic, he would probably commend the man - he had managed to get through a sentence while only stuttering twice under his gaze.
“Oh, you’re here to improve efficiency? Can I ask you another question?” He asked, smirking slightly at the enthusiastic nod he received from Barker. It was clear the man was less than apt at identifying sarcasm. Jack took a step closer before speaking, “If you’re here to improve efficiency, then why do you think it’s acceptable to distract my doctors when they’re trying to do their jobs?”
Out of the corner of his eye, Jack could see the way Dennis flushed. Abbot saw the younger man step forward to speak, but he cut him off with the wave of a hand.
“Not now, Whitaker. I’ll get to you soon.” He disregarded Dennis immediately, as well as all of the thoughts of how he would put him back into his place. He could focus on that later. “This is a very bad first impression, Doctor Barker. I hope I don’t need to have this conversation with you again.”
Without another word, Abbot turned from the man and nodded his head towards the hallway for Dennis to begin walking. When he obeyed, Jack made a soft click sound with his tongue that caused Dennis to flush across his entire face. He herded the man through the hallways of the ER, returning his hand to squeeze the nape of his neck. Eventually, they made it to a rarely used storage cupboard in the far corner of the ER. It was a spot that he had scoped out back when he and Dennis began their relationship. He swung the door open and manhandled the boy inside.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t use it at work…” He watched Dennis whisper hurriedly as Jack backed him into the supply closet.
“Use what, Pup?” Jack asked, as he shut the door behind him. The lock resounded with a deafening click in the dark room. “I thought we’d worked on you using your words properly.”
“The… the clicking.” Dennis elaborated, the words coming out almost like a whine as Jack began to close him against the wall. The older man took that as an opportunity to place his knee against his boy’s crotch, applying a firm pressure that he knew would make Dennis melt.
“Oh I see. Are you scared, pup?” The lilt of his voice was sickly sweet in a way that he knew Dennis loved. He’d become familiar with all the ways to get his boy worked up in the past few months, “Are you scared that everyone will find out I’ve got you clicker trained like the pup you are?”
Dennis nodded, whimpering softly and earning a sharp, ‘use your words’, from Jack. “Yes, Sir.”
“Oh, baby. It’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with showing everyone how well trained you are.” Jack whispered, leaning in to leave a long kiss against the shell of Dennis’ ear. “Since you’re so well trained - how about you tell Sir why you think he might be upset? Hm?” He cooed softly in a way that left Dennis’ body reeling.
“Because I was talking to Nick–” He paused, seeing the hunger and fury begin to spike behind Abbot’s eyes once again, “Dr Barker. And he was probably flirting with me but I didn’t stop him.” He admitted, earning a satisfied hum from Jack.
“Exactly, baby. I think you might have forgotten your place. Just cause you’re a star doctor around here now, doesn’t mean you can go around flirting with whoever you want. There are still rules.” Jack explained simply. It was like he was explaining a simple concept that Dennis just couldn’t quite grasp. “Or did you do it on purpose? You knew that I’d see and you wanted to make me jealous. Is that it?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to–” Dennis began to apologise, shaking his head profusely, before the words were lost into a mess of moans and whimpers as Jack’s knee began to press firmer against him.
“Shhh, pup. It’s okay. You don’t need to apologise.” Jack reassured the boy, wiping one of the, now sweat-slicked, curls from his forehead, “You’re still good for me. I think you just need a little bit of a reminder.”
He leaned down to pepper a trail of kisses across and down his exposed throat. He would bite down a little harder, occasionally, just to hear the moans it would draw from Dennis’ throat.
Once he was happy with the sounds he was teasing out of his boy, he drew back enough to look down on him. His eyes were mostly pupils as Jack looked down into them. He gripped Dennis’ chin firmly, “I think we should remind you what your mouth is for, pup. It’s definitely not for flirting with other men.”
He raised his thumb to Whitaker’s mouth and held it against his lips. “Is this okay? Be honest with me, Dennis.”
The younger man nodded.
“Do you remember your safe word?”
Another nod. Church. It had made Jack laugh when Dennis chose it.
“Good boy,” Abbot whispered, before pushing the thick pad of his thumb against Dennis’ throat, rubbing it backwards and forwards as the younger man seemed to suck in sync instinctively. He allowed the movements to settle into a comfortable rhythm until he began to notice Dennis steadily begin to move faster and with more vigor.
“Needy boy,” Jack muttered softly, pulling his thumb back and swapping it for his finger, “I’m going to start at the tip and work my way all the way back to the knuckle, okay?” He watched as Dennis just stared at him with a vacant expression - one that typically meant he was in pure bliss.
“You listening, pup?” He reiterated, receiving a firm and self-assured nod from Dennis. He knew the boy would be able to do this with no problem. But he also knew that Dennis loved the foreplay.
He had also seen the way Dennis was ogling him when he said the same thing to a patient just a few hours earlier. The instant effect of the words was no surprise.
He started slowly, as promised, pressing his finger into the boy’s mouth, feeling the heat around his fingers. By the time he reached the back of his knuckle, he could only hear a slight gag from Dennis’ throat. He made a satisfied hum in his throat at the younger man’s performance. That was one of the first things he had worked to train out of his boy.
“That’s it. Well done, you’re doing such a good job for me.” Jack whispered, leaning down to kiss Dennis’ forehead, savouring the desperate look he received in return. He repeated the process with another finger - slowly entering, until he reached the back of his knuckle.
Pleased with Dennis’ performance, Jack quickly removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, kissing him deeply. He received an impassioned moan in return and a soft tongue entwining itself with his own in kind. He reached into his pocket and found a small, round plastic object. He pressed the button and a loud click sound rang out into the room, causing Dennis to jolt and moan helplessly against his mouth.
Abbot forced himself to pull back, kissing up Dennis’ neck as he spoke, “Somehow, I knew I would need this today. It’s like I had a feeling you’d need reminding of your training.” He migrated his kisses further down, dipping just slightly below the collar line of Whitaker’s scrubs, and began to bite and suck at the spot incessantly. This caused Dennis to only double in volume, his nails digging into Jack’s biceps with a pressure that could draw blood.
He stopped when he pulled back to see a small dark bruise beginning to form, in a spot that the scrubs would only partially conceal. Anyone who was looking at him close enough, who was focused solely on him, would be able to spot it immediately.
“That’s much better,” He whispered, “Now everyone knows you’re not available.”
“Thank you, sir.” Dennis whispered, gazing up at Jack through glassy eyes, earning a sharp click from the device still resting in Jack’s pocket. In response, Jack slipped his thigh between Dennis’ crotch, feeling the pressure of the younger man’s erection through his scrubs.
“That’s a good boy. Remembering your place already,” Jack affirmed, maintaining the quiet, but firm tone that he always knew would have Dennis melting beneath him, “How about you show me how good you can be? Go ahead, hump my leg, like a good boy.”
Without hesitation, Dennis started the quick and irregular movement of his hips to hump against Jack’s thigh. Each moan or whimper that escaped his mouth earned him a good boy and a click. Jack just remained still, one hand pressed against the white wall of the storage room, allowing himself to be used by Dennis for pleasure. He watched for what felt like years as his boy’s expression became glassier and more hedonistic. The soft curls became matted with sweat the longer he rocked against Jack’s leg. It was only when Dennis’ movements became staggered and less rapid that Jack removed the pressure. At the loss, Dennis let out a deep groan, attempting to move forward to seek any form of contact.
“Ah ah,” Jack muttered, causing Dennis to move back against the wall and hang his head immediately, “I didn’t give you permission yet, did I?”
Jack used his fingers to lift Dennis’ chin and watch the flurry of feelings that flickered through his sweet, wide eyes - pleasure, shame, need. He cooed softly, pressing a gentle kiss against Dennis’ mouth.
“Tell you what,” Abbot whispered, “Since you’ve worked so hard. If you can make me come in the next five minutes, I’ll give you a reward when we get home.”
He couldn’t stop the wide grin that split his face as Dennis eagerly began to descend to his knees with no prompting, “That’s it. You know just what I want. No hands, only your mouth. I need to see you’ve learned your lesson, boy.”
With that, Dennis wasted no time in unbuckling Jack’s pants and slipping the waistband down his legs. He used his hands to gain leverage on the older man’s thighs, but reserved only his head to bob dutifully up and down Jack’s thick shaft.
Jack didn’t move. He knew that Dennis tended to push himself deeper and deeper without any input from him; He had ascribed it to a deep seated need to please that matched every other action the boy had ever taken around him. Occasionally, he would thrust his hips to test the boy’s gag reflex, or rest a hand in the golden curls that sat so perfectly atop Dennis’ head. Not to force him deeper, or guide his movements - but to reassure the boy of his presence and approval.
“You’re so good at this, baby. You shouldn’t use this mouth for anything else ever again,” Jack began to speak. He got verbal when he was close to the edge, but he’d never received any complaints. “I bet you wish everyone knew how good of a cocksucker you are. I know how much you imagine getting to serve Robby.”
At the mention of the other attending, a deep moan ripped from Dennis’ filled throat. Abbot knew it was unfair, but he couldn’t resist it. Robby had become a constant source of dirty talk within their relationship. It was clear how much Dennis looked up to him - Jack could sense it within only a few hours of meeting the kid. And he knew the feeling was reciprocated.
Robby’s lingering touches.
The way he seeked out Dennis to show him a new procedure, or an interesting case.
Stares after the boy that he couldn’t hide, with clear desire in his eyes.
Jack was just lucky to have got there first - before Robby could stake his claim - though he hadn’t disclosed his relationship to the other man. To his best friend. But he would deal with that soon. He had to. There were only so many times he could tease Dennis until it became inevitable.
“Maybe I can get him to join us sometime. I’m sure he’d love to see how well you behave for me. He might even let you suck him. Would you like that, boy?” Jack asked, beginning to slowly move his hips as he chased orgasm in the boy’s mouth. At the suggestion Dennis moaned, nodding eagerly, as he continued his relentless service of Jack’s dick. That settled it. He’d definitely need to tell Robby. Soon.
After only a few more seconds, the movement of Jack’s hips was becoming unsteady and unpredictable. He only had time to press the clicker, releasing a sharp click sound, before he was unloading his load down Dennis’ throat. As expected, his boy drank down the thick liquid without hesitation. Once Dennis had finished his soft sucking, he removed his head from Jack’s dick with a pop.
“Good boy, You must be hungry,” Jack whispered gruffly, still recovering from the sensations of his pleasure, as he leaned down to give Dennis a long, passionate kiss. Their tongues intertwined one last time before he pulled away. He pulled up the waistband of his scrubs and brushed back the grey curls that had fallen into his face. Once he was done, he looked down at Whitaker yet again, placing his hands on either side of Dennis' head - caging him in. “Go get some water. You need some fluids, then come find me to present your patients.” He explained softly and slowly, aware of how Dennis typically favoured clear instruction, especially when he was overwhelmed.
Jack waited until Dennis gave an affirmative nod before leaving the storage closet, leaving one last click. He made his way to the locker room, depositing his bag, then walked to the nurse’s station. Once he arrived, he quickly grabbed Dana before she could get pulled away to another job. While they discussed the status of the board and incoming traumas, he caught the sight of Dennis emerging from the supply closet. He had managed to fix up his appearance, leaving no traces of their furtive rendezvous.
He continued to watch from the corner of his eye as Dennis tried to move past where Dr Barker was still sitting. Nick stood, greeting Dennis again with a smile, seemingly making a joke about the earlier encounter. Instead of engaging with the conversation, Jack watched as Dennis seemed to feign an excuse, quickly running in the opposite direction.
Lesson learned.
“Hey, brother?” Jack looked up from his patient’s chart to see Robby hovering by the door, “A word?”
Jack excused himself from his patient with a quick apology, and slipped through the door after Robby. The man’s usual stoic expression was off-kilter. Jack could make out a faint sweat breaking out on the edges of his friend’s forehead - one he could assume wasn’t from the summer heat. “Everything okay, Mikey? You look spooked.”
Robby just nodded, rubbing a hand through his beard as he looked around. If Jack didn’t know any better, he’d think the man was nervous. “Yeah, Everything’s fine. Its just…”
Robby paused for a second, as if speechless before continuing, “I was working a case with Whitaker and I clicked a pen to write on a patient’s chart. He turns around, straight away, with a blush on his cheeks and a thousand yard stare like he’d just seen a ghost.”
Jack forced himself to stifle his smile, scratching his head as he looked down at the floor, “Okay? I’m not sure what this has to do with me…”
“Don’t bullshit me, Jack” Robby cut back immediately, taking a step closer and lowering his voice, “Did you fucking clicker train my resident?”