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Nighttime has fallen around them as the staff of the PTMC drink shitty beers in the public park across the street. Dennis is a little tipsy, but mostly he’s holding onto the high of being squished between Robby and Abbot on a park bench. His beer’s gone warm in his grip. Robby’s jacket is swimming on him from when the older man noticed his shivers as the night cooled down. Abbot’s hand rests on the back of his neck under the hood of the jacket.

The mix of alcohol in his veins, the warmth of the men beside him, and their combined scents has him feeling a lot drunker than he is. It’s not like they’re even paying much attention to him. They’re holding separate conversations with their coworkers, only glancing at him from the corner of their eyes.

It might be how public it all is that’s getting to him. After a month of flirting at work, stealing moments to make out at work too, they are just acting like they’re a thing in a different setting. Somewhere where a random stranger could see them. Could look at them and be able to tell from their body language that they’re all something to each other. 

At this point, no one is quite sure what the three of them are. Dennis knows what he wants them to be, has an idea of what they want from him. He’s more than willing to give it, but he thinks the other men are enjoying this game of cat and mouse he’s playing with them.

He takes a sip of his warm beer. Dennis thinks he’s ready to step into the mousetrap. 

Once he’d realized he was definitely into men, or rather, two specific men, he’d done his research. At this point, he was resorting to masturbating fantasizing about the hand on his dick being Robby’s and the fingers inside of him being Abbot’s or vice versa. It was coming to a head. He would die if he had to go home and masturbate to stave off his horniness at work one more time.

The others chat around him. Princess and Robby and Collins are having a discussion about some convention that’s coming to town and if they’re going to get any patients in cosplay. Dennis is squished close enough to the larger man he can feel how his voice makes his chest vibrate as he speaks. Abbot’s leg presses against him, and he feels how his body shifts as he animatedly argues with Walsh about some bullshit that happened in a training they all just left. 

Dennis lets his eyes rake over the rest of them, just watching. Trinity and Samira are attempting to show a drinking game to Mel and Victoria. Langdon’s lingering near them, like Mel’s little yappy purse dog, and pretending to pay attention to Matteo and Donnie. 

His eyes drift back to watch Robby’s side profile as he talks. The way his nose curves, how his lips curl into a smile as he laughs at one of Collins’ jokes. Warmth pools in his stomach. 

Abbot’s grip on his neck tightens, a tiny amount, but it gets him to turn and look at him. He’s raising an eyebrow at him, and nods to his drink, “You need another?”

“No, I don’t want to get drunk,” he answers, keeping his voice quiet for just Abbot to hear.

“Why’s that? Your roomie seems more than happy to get wasted in a public park,” Abbot says, pointing his own can towards Trinity across from them.

Dennis chuckles when he sees her. She’s got a can in her hand and is attempting to show Victoria how to poke a hole in the bottom to shotgun it. Mel and Samira are supervising in the loosest sense of the word, given that they have their own cans ready to join in.

He turns back to Abbot, “I want to be able to go home with you guys, can’t get sloppy drunk and still do that.”

The hand on his neck tightens again, and Abbot lets out a low growl, “God, if Michael doesn’t want to join, I’d be more than happy to grant your wish, little mouse.”

A jolt of arousal goes down his body. Dennis leans a little more into Abbot’s touch, and bats his eyes up at him, “But it will be a lot more fun to have you both, right, Jack?”

“Watch it, wouldn’t want you to get ahead of yourself,” Abbot growls at the use of his first name, “Besides, you know what I like you to call me.”

Dennis ducks his head down shyly, “Right, sir, sorry.”

Abbot sends him a grin when he looks back up, “Just wait patiently, good boys get rewarded.”

“I will,” he breathes out, and Abbot shoots him a look, and remembers to finish his sentence properly, “Sir.”

“Good boy,” Abbot says, then he turns back to his conversation with Walsh. 

Dennis takes a deep breath to attempt to calm his nerves. Then he promptly downs his beer in one go. He needs the liquid courage if he’s going to finally get to take off the pants of the two men beside him. 

A little while later, he’s left the warm cocoon of the bench to talk to Trinity. Or at least attempt to talk to Trinity.

She’s drunk, and at the sight of him she’s tugging him by Robby’s jacket to join the group. Samira shoots him a sympathetic look, but he’s focused on not letting Trinity spill her beer on him to smile back.

“Huckleberryyy, it’s so fucked you’re gonna fuck an attending before me,” Trinity whines, slurring her words, “I’d definitely be able to beat Langdon but no shot I can beat you.”

Dennis places his hands on her shoulders to steady her, “You still can if you move fast enough.”

Trinity pauses, face flushed from the alcohol, and stares at him for a moment. Then she bursts out into laughter, “Oh my god! You haven’t fucked the old guys yet?!”

“Quiet down! We are in public, Santos!” he shouts as he whips a hand to clamp over her mouth. 

Victoria and Samria are giggling at the interaction, and Mel seems to have decided that Langdon should listen into this conversation. It's a little mortifying that so many of his coworkers just heard that, but he’ll live. Especially if he gets to actually fuck the old guys.

Trinity licks his hand, but Dennis has pulled a calf out of the birth canal before so he doesn’t move his hand in disgust. Instead, he forces his face to appear serious, “If I move my hand will you behave?”

She nods, and he pulls his hand away, wiping it on his pants. Trinity looks pleased at the sight of his disgruntled face as he does so.

“Well, looks like you’ll have to fuck those weird hot pockets from that hick restaurant of yours if you wanna get any,” she teases him, all smiles now.

Dennis scoffs, “One, it’s called Runza. Two, that’s a Nebraskan delicacy you’re insulting right now.”

“Ooo, I hope all ten people in Nebraska don’t cancel me for it,” Trinity says, dramatically moving her hands as she speaks. Her can sloshes over a little as she moves. 

“I resent that, given that I am probably related to all ten of ‘em,” he jokes, stepping ever so slightly away from her.

Trinity rolls her eyes and points at him with her can, “You came over to tell me something, didn’t you, Huckleberry?”

He looks around and sees that literally everyone in the group is watching this like it's some shitty new reality tv show. The issue is that he was coming over to tell her that he wasn’t coming home with her tonight. Which he really did not need everyone knowing.

“You can’t shotgun for shit,” he says, then immediately regrets that being what he settles on.

Trinity lets out a gasp, genuinely offended, “I can shotgun, fuck you.”

In for a penny, he thinks, then he commits to arguing with her, “You had to use a key to do it. Plus, you were slow. Victoria deserves a better teacher.”

“Oh, fuck off, Huckleberry. I bet you can’t even shotgun a beer without choking,” she snaps back.

Now, Dennis is not proud to admit this, but he’s shotgun more beers than most. He was a farm kid from rural Nebraska that went to college in Lincoln. He’s shotgun beers before herding cattle. He’s shotgun beers surrounded by drunken college kids at a tailgate. He can fucking shotgun beers without choking.

He points to Langdon who is standing by the cooler, “Langdon, if you would please grab us two cans.”

“Ooo, feeling like hot shit tonight?” Trinity asks, handing off her drink to Victoria.

Samira cuts in, the angel, “Please do not do a shotgun race in public, dear God.”

“No, I think Santos needs to be taken down a peg,” Langdon says as he approaches with the cans, “It’s also a great confidence builder for our farm boy here.”

Trinity snorts as she snatches the can away, “Oh please, he’s got too much confidence as it is. Going after Robby AND Abbot? He needs to be put in his place.”

“I think he wants the old men to put him in his place, not you, Trinity,” Victoria giggles.

Dennis pauses in grabbing his drink because, well, yeah, he does want those old men to put him in his place. He shakes his head and goes to stand beside Trinity.

“Doesn’t matter, I am about to absolutely own your ass, Santos,” he snipes, petty as all hell.

“I’ll count you two dumbasses down,” Samira sighs, and goes to stand in front of them, “On three, okay?”

“You got it, baby,” Trinity flirts with a wink, “Will you give me a prize when I win?”

“No,” Samira deadpans. She’s smiling though, and Dennis isn’t sure if Trinity is about to add another fling to the betting pool or be the reason Samira refuses to drink with them anymore.

He chooses instead to lay out his own rules, “You don’t poke the hole in until she hits three, because you need to see the error of your ways.”

Trinity nods, rolling her eyes, “You’ll see, Huckleberry, I’ll absolutely destroy you.”

Dennis ignores her to look at Samira. She takes the hint, and holds up her hands, “Alright, one…two… THREE!”

Then it's all muscle memory. His thumb punches a hole in the bottom of the can with ease, and he’s downing the slightly warm beer immediately. He’d only had two beers before, so he’s not too worried about being too drunk after this. He does spare a thought to tell Samira or Mel that Santos definitely needs a ride home.

He’s crushing his can with glee all over his face before Trinity finishes. She doesn’t even notice, too focused on chugging. Dennis choses to not celebrate, waiting to ruin Trinity’s own celebration when she inevitably thinks she’s won.

Trinity finishes, then throws her arms out in joy, “Fucking killed it!”

Her hand that’s holding her can soundly hits him in the nose. Dennis staggers back, pain blooming. He goes to hold his hand to his face in reflex, and attempts to not fall on his ass.

“Whitaker beat you, dumbass,” Victoria giggles, drunken, “And now you’ve hit him. Thanks for getting the old men off my ass and onto yours, dipshit.”

Liquid wets his hand, and Dennis instinctively tips his head back. His nose throbs and his eyes water from the sting. People keep talking, but he’s mostly focused on not getting blood on Robby’s jacket. 

Suddenly, large hands are on him, holding his head. The size of them tells him that it's Robby that’s got him in his grasp, and Dennis lets himself relax in his hold. Another set grabs his shoulders from behind, and the scent lets him know it's Abbot.

“Alright, Mohan, you’re in charge of getting Santos home safe. I think we need to deal with this absolutely lovely bloody nose our poor little mouse has gotten,” Robby says, easily slipping into his authority role. 

“Do you need help?” he hears Mel ask, the absolute angel.

“Nah, but you can handle our minor in consumption ticket though,” Abbot replies, referring to Victoria.

It's a bit of a blur after that. The noise of Trinity whining to Samira about not winning the race or the betting pool, the feel of Robby’s big hands wiping the blood off his face, how Abbot maneuvers him to let them stuff tissues from Collins’ purse up his nose. 

He’s a little tipsy and feeling bold as the two men bracket him on their walk to Abbot’s car, “So, does the fact you guys are always cleaning me up turn you on or…?”

“Christ,” Abbot says, and he looks past him to speak to Robby instead, “You let him ask you questions like this when I’m not around?”

Robby laughs, deep and low on his other side, “No, mostly I just stare at him while he talks and think about which positions I’d put him in.”

Dennis lets out a whine, too close to achieving his goal to be shy, “I asked a question.”

Abbot ignores him to chuckle at Robby, “He’d be cute biting a pillow, don’t ya think?”

“Ah, yeah,” Robby sounds like he’s actively picturing it, and Dennis feels how hot his face is getting from their conversation, “But imagine him with his legs on your shoulders, I bet the blush goes down to his chest.”

A whimper escapes him at the mental image. He’s getting aroused at how they’re talking about him like he’s not even there, how they want to fuck him.

“You’re so nice, Michael. I’d have the poor thing crying into the sheets,” Abbot says like he’s discussing the weather, not how he’d wreck him.

Robby hums in agreement, “I see the appeal, but picture him trying to ride you, just a pathetic mess unable to keep going.”

“Damn,” Abbot breathes out, “That’d be good. But we’re sharing him, yeah?”

“Good point. I think we should get him on his knees first, like that time we scrubbed him down,” Robby comments, all nonchalant.

Dennis feels like his legs are about to give out. Like he’s lightheaded from the nosebleed. He bumps into Robby on purpose but his shoulder only hits him slightly above his elbow. Robby’s hand snaps to his nape, and he whimpers at the contact. Abbot's own hand shoots to the small of his back, warm and big. 

Abbot huffs a little, but responds to Robby like nothing happened, “We could put him in reverse cowgirl, so he still rides you but I can keep his mouth occupied.”

“Smart man, Jack,” Robby, “Glad I keep you around.”

“Only for that, Michael?” Abbot teases. 

The tension between them reminds Dennis about the rumors surrounding them. Samira refused to confirm or deny it, but right now, it seems obvious the two had a past. The thought of them kissing had his head spinning from arousal. 

He’s barely aware of the drive to Robby’s apartment. Mostly he sits on his hands in the backseat to stop himself from touching himself to the mental image of the two older men making out. The two of them speak in low tones in the front seat. Dennis is half-hard by the time they enter Robby’s large apartment, just from the light touches they’ve been given him on the walk up and his wild thoughts. He’s stumbling taking off his shoes, out of sorts by the whole experience.

Robby is the one to guide him to the bathroom, mostly to clean up the remaining blood. Abbot goes off, who knows where.

When Dennis gets a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he’s taken aback from how disheveled he looks. Hair askew, dried blood on his face, pupils blown, hell, his nose has a red mark where a bruise is forming. It’s like he’s on an acid trip gone wrong.

He’s sat on the edge of the bathtub, as Robby digs around under the sink. The large man looks comically oversized with half his torso in the cupboard. When he pulls out his first aid kit, which is clearly filled with supplies he’s stolen from the hospital, he sends Dennis a grin.

“Are you going to squirm the entire time I clean you up?” he asks, devastatingly handsome. 

Dennis shakes his head, mouth too dry to speak. Robby has mercy on him and doesn’t comment on it.

As the wet washcloth wipes away the blood, Dennis starts to spiral over the fact he’s actually about to fuck his attendings. He’s never been with a man. Well, he’s never done anything but one weird encounter in college involving a TA and flavored condoms. This is kinda a big deal, he’s doing something that will forever alter his life. Or at least, forever alter how he sees his attendings. And maybe older men in general. Gray hair might be a kink for him at this point.

Robby’s hands are steady and he cradles Dennis’ head. He feels a little woozy from how his hand spans almost his entire skull. Thinks about if he’s proportionate all over. 

“Okay, this is going to sting a bit,” Robby warns, “The can cut your nose bridge a little and I would really prefer you don’t get an infection, mouse.”

He fucking hates having his cuts cleaned. Irrational, he’s aware. 

“Can I do it?” he whines, being a bit of a brat.

Robby sighs and stares at him like he’s stupid, “You will not actually clean it. I can tell.”

Dennis lets out an affronted squeak, “I totally will!” 

Which is in fact a total lie. 

A knock on the door interrupts their little spat. Abbot’s leaning up against it, one pant leg hanging loose. It answers Dennis’ unasked question. He wonders if Abbot just put his prosthetic leg on the kitchen table. Seems like something he’d do.

He’s got a small smirk on his face, eyes crinkling at the corners. He raises an eyebrow and stares at Robby, “Kid being a brat about the sting?”

“We’re dealing with it,” Robby rolls his eyes at Abbot, “He’s not even realized his cut is still bleeding.”

Abbot does a little hop slash walk to get closer, relying on the wall for support. He’s clearly well practiced, because he’s almost suave when he saddles up beside Dennis on the side of the tub. 

His rough hand grabs Dennis by the chin, “Hand it over.”

“W-Wait, let me do it!” Dennis attempts to say despite how his cheeks are squished.

Abbot stares at him disappointed, and then, like a snake striking out, he’s got the cotton pad with disinfectant on his nose. Dennis lets out a yelp of shock, the sting making his eyes water. It's over and done within moments.

“See, it wasn't so bad,” Abbot teases, lightly shaking Dennis’ head with his grip, “Now, you need to let Michael clean up the new blood and put something on that cut.”

Dennis whines again because something about Abbot just makes him want to be a brat, to push back. He’s pouting as the older man releases him from his grip.

“That was mean,” he whines, bottom lip pushed out in displeasure.

Abbot huffs a laugh and grabs his cheeks, “Aw, does the little mouse want me to kiss it better? Make it up to you?”

It’s probably pathetic how quickly he nods. Seeing how amused Abbot’s face is, at least the other man is entertained by his shenanigans.

“I’m not kissing you when you still have blood on your face, filthy little brat,” he says, giving his face a squeeze, “Let Michael fix you up and then I will.”

With that, Abbot turns his head to look at Robby who’s already armed with a wipe and a small bandage. The bearded man is grinning up at him, obviously enjoying the banter between them. 

Dennis refuses to go down without a fight, “I bet you like it, old man.”

Abbot’s breath is hot on his ear when he growls his response, “Like what, brat?”

“Like it when I’m filthy,” Dennis shoots back, trying to stare at him from the corner of his eye. Abbot’s hold on his face keeps it towards Robby, and he’s not about to fight the warm hands on his skin.

Robby moves in with the wipe before Abbot can snark back, “We love it, but we’d prefer to be the ones to get you filthy in the first place.”

That shuts him up long enough for Robby to clean him up and bandage his nose. The feeling of the adhesive on his skin distracts him for just a moment as Robby gets up to put away the first aid kit, then he’s twisting in Abbot’s hold to face him. 

Jutting out his lip in a pout again, he turns up the patheticness and whines, “Do I get a kiss to feel better now, sir?”

Abbot lets out a low groan, “Gonna get a lot of them, brat.”

Then his lips are on his. Abbot kisses him roughly, fiercely. One time he’d told the older man that it felt like he was trying to eat him alive, and Abbot just winked at him. This time it feels heavenly. The taste of beer on his tongue, the passion behind it, it’s divine. Dennis gives in willingly, lets Abbot dominate the kiss. One of the hands on his face goes to tug off Robby’s jacket, and Dennis scrambles to help while keeping his mouth on Abbot’s.

The tongue inside of his mouth licks at the inside of his cheek and Dennis can’t hold back the whimper that escapes him. A noise of the jacket hitting the floor, and Abbot moves both hands to tug at the hemline of his shirt. He’s too preoccupied by the way Abbot’s lips move against him to care about the way he’s slowly getting stripped. 

It’s not until his shirt’s at his armpit and he has to raise his arms that they break the kiss. Dennis is panting, trying to catch his breath as Abbot pulls off his shirt. A shiver as the cool air hits his  bare skin has him reaching for Abbot again.

A large hand in his hair stops him, “I don’t get any?”

Dennis whimpers, trying to turn his head to Robby, desperate to get his mouth on his. Abbot laughs quietly, “Christ, he’s needy.”

Any retort he would give dies as Robby presses his mouth on his. Gentler, a softer kiss with the same passion. The scratch of Robby’s beard against his skin drives him wild. Their tongues are intertwined and it makes him think of the first time they’d kissed. Robby’s large hands move, and one holds him by his waist, and oh if the feeling of those massive hands spanning half his back doesn’t do anything to him. He wonders if Robby’s hands would touch if he held him by his waist with both of them. The reminder of just how much larger he is makes Dennis whimper. He’s outclassed by both men easily, Robby in all essentially all aspects, Abbot with his strength and height. 

He’s getting maneuvered out of the bathroom with those large hands after a minute. Maybe he is needy, because he doesn’t break the kiss with Robby as he’s moved, lets his own hands roam and tug at Robby’s clothes.

Another set of hands eventually gets on him, thumbs tucking into his waistband of his sweats. He realizes he’s been backed until Abbot’s waiting arms, his thighs bracketing his legs. The man must be sitting on the bed, and Robby has him trapped between them.

Robby pulls away, making him whine at the loss, “Let us know if anything gets too far, okay? Pinch us if you can’t speak.”

Dennis nods, a bit too overwhelmed at the thought of filling his mouth with something to stop him from being able to talk. Abbot’s hands tighten their hold on his hips.

“He asked you a question, mouse,” Abbot’s voice comes out rough and authoritative, making his knees feel weak. 

“I will, sir, promise,” Dennis breathes out. He’s squished between them, and it’s got him a little breathless.

Robby smiles down at him, brown eyes shining with desire, “Good. Face Jack and get on your knees.”

Dennis is twirling around and dropping to his knees so fast he looks desperate. Which he is. Desperate to see the man behind him, desperate to get his mouth on him.

Settled between Abbot’s thighs, he can see that the older man’s already taken the liberty of losing his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans. His eyes follow the dark happy trail on display to see the hardness straining against his navy briefs. His own cock twitches at the sight.

Abbot grabs his face, pressing his thumb on his bottom lip. Dennis parts them, letting the thumb press on his tongue for a moment before wrapping his lips around it fully. He’s swirling his tongue around it in seconds, sucking on the digit.

A groan escapes Abbot, “God, you really are a slut for us, aren’t you, baby?”

Dennis nods, keeping up his ministrations. He’s rewarded by Abbot gripping at his own cock through his underwear. He wants to touch it himself, but for some reason it felt more natural to keep his hands on his thighs. Like he’s waiting for an order.

Abbot seems to realize this, and he growls out a short, “Pull it out for me, but don’t suck it yet.”

Swiftly, Dennis is reaching for the hard length, hot and heavy in his hands. He pulls it out and admires its length and girth, larger than his own. It’s almost intimidating, but he wants it so badly he doesn’t even care if he’s not going to be able to walk. The red tip has a bead of precome on it already, and his mouth waters around Abbot’s thumb. He needs to taste it.

Abbot’s grip on his face doesn’t release, and he’s whining, desperate to get his mouth on his cock. He knows why when Robby finally sits down beside Abbot sans shirt with his pants similarly unbuttoned. His erection presses against his boxers, and Dennis wants to know what it looks and feels like too. His own cock is throbbing at this point, but he ignores it in favor of batting his eyes up at Abbot.

“Please,” he mumbles around the thumb in his mouth.

Abbot grins down at him, a little cruel, “Please, what?”

“Please, let me suck it, sir,” he whines, words all jumbled as he tries to beg.

Robby leans over to pat the top of his head, and his voice is husky from arousal when he speaks, “C’mon, Jack, he’s been so good.”

Abbot huffs, and cocks his head down at Dennis, “Well, if he’s so desperate for cock, who am I to deny him?”

Then he’s taking his thumb out of his mouth. Dennis is leaning in, mouth open and tongue out in seconds. When he gets the tip of the cock in his mouth, he looks up, making eye contact with the two men watching him. They let out dual groans as he sucks on Abbot’s thick cock. It pleases him enough that he’s diving straight into it, one hand stroking the shaft, the other gripping Abbot’s thigh to steady himself.

A hand finds its way into his hair, and tugs. He’s moaning around the tip, and closes his eyes. Pleasure and accomplishment rush through his body. His cock strains against the layers of fabric confining it, seeking friction. Dennis pushes down his own urges in favor continuing to suck, to keep having Abbot make those groans and low moans.

He’s starting to try and suck more of the length, but it’s bigger than he’s experienced before. Dennis decided to wet the rest of it with his tongue and jerk off the tip, attempting to coat the entire shaft with his saliva. Once that’s done, he uses his spit as lube to keep stroking the shaft as he swirls his tongue around the tip in a mimicry of how he’d done with Abbot’s thumb earlier.

With the hand tugging at his hair and the sensation of the cock in his mouth, Dennis falls into a bit of a floaty headspace. His knees don’t even ache from their place in the carpet. His jaw is relaxed as he sucks. The wet slurping noises fill his ears, and he has since moved his hand to get both of them wrapped around the thick cock in front of him. It makes his brain fuzzy when he notes how his hand doesn’t quite wrap all the way around.

Maybe that’s why it catches him off guard when Robby lets out a strangled moan. He flickers his eyes open, and sees Abbot has got one arm reached out and wrapped around Robby’s cock. His own dick twitches in interest. 

The other man’s cock is long and curved. It looks just as mouth watering as the one currently in his mouth. He whimpers at the sight of Abbot roughly jerking off Robby, but he’s mostly muffled by the thick length filling his mouth.

It certainly confirms the rumors he’d heard about the duo.

Abbot’s hand in his hair grips a little tighter when Robby lets out a low moan, and he groans with him, “Just look at you two. Can’t believe I get so lucky to see such messes. Whitaker’s barely able to fit my cock in his mouth but you don’t care about that do you, darling?”

“Fuck no,” Robby gasps out, staring into Abbot’s eyes, “Need his mouth on me.”

Abbot tsks, and uses his grip to pull Dennis further down his length. His cock is large enough that he gags a little and tears spring to his eyes. He forces them to stay open to watch the scene taking place in front of him, and tries to keep his throat relaxed.

“He’s so small though, we don’t need him choking on your long cock before we can fuck him, right?” Abbot says, teasing. He must do something to Robby’s dick, because the other man’s moaning again.

Dennis himself is letting out small moans and whimpers around Abbot’s thick length. His hips are thrusting mindlessly, searching for some kind of relief.

“Please, let me feel his mouth, I, uh, fuck,” Robby chokes out a moan, interrupting his begging, “I need it.”

Abbot moves Dennis' head back down again, filling the air with gagging noises and his own groans. Robby lets out a whine, desperate. It makes Dennis’ dick jump. Just knowing that the other man wants him so bad has him feeling fuzzy. He wants to please him, but he also doesn’t want Abbot to be upset. So he keeps sucking, keeps moving his hands up and down.

A groan escapes Abbot, louder this time, and he pulls Dennis off his cock with the grip he’s got on his hair. It hurts, but in a good way. Spit connects his mouth to the tip. Robby’s dark eyes watch it intensely, taking note of Dennis’ face.

He probably looks a little pathetic. Mouth hanging agape, eyes watery and large, cheeks flushed. Not even mentioning how his cock’s tenting his pants, untouched. 

“Doing good down there, baby?” Abbot asks.

It takes Dennis a second to realize that he’s speaking to him, and his voice comes out absolutely wrecked when he answers, “Y-Yes, sir.”

“Good boy,” Abbot praises him, hand his gripping at his hair tightly, “I want you to take off your pants and underwear, then I want you to go suck Michael’s cock, okay?”

Dennis nods, uncaring of how it tugs on his hair, “Yes, sir.”

Abbot chuckles as he releases his hair, his other hand slowly pumping Robby’s cock still, “So eager to please.”

Then, Dennis is fumbling his way out of his sweats and boxers. He hooks his thumb in his waistbands and tugs them down. After having to change scrubs at work so frequently, he’s developed a skill for getting his pants off as efficiently as possible. Still kneeling, he lifts one knee after another to pull off his bottoms. When they're fully off, he tosses them off to the side, too focused to care about neatly putting them away.

He whimpers a bit when the cool air hits his heated dick. It’s red and precome is beading at the tip, but he doesn’t touch it. Dennis is pretty sure he’d come just if Abbot and Robby stared at his dick too intensely at this point. 

The carpet scratches his tender knees as he shuffles over to place himself between Robby’s large thighs. His cock is still in Abbot’s grasp, long and intimidating. Dennis’ eyes flicker up to look at Robby’s face and he whimpers at the sight. The older man looks so aroused, desire burning through his dark eyes. He’s blushing, it disappearing into his beard. 

Abbot leans over to rake his eyes across Dennis’ naked body, bumping shoulders with Robby. He lets out a low growl, “Christ, you shave for us, baby?”

Dennis whimpers, “Just in case I got lucky, sir.”

Abbot lets go of Robby’s cock, and Dennis has to quickly raise his hands to catch it before it hits him in the face. It's hot and heavy in his hands, less girthy than Abbot’s but longer. Abbot’s hand returns to his hair with a tug and Dennis looks back up at him.

“Well, looks like it’s your lucky day then, baby,” he says, “Go ahead and get your prize.”

Dennis doesn’t hesitate in licking a long strip up the bottom of Robby’s length. The noise that escapes the man sends arousal down his spine. Abbot’s hand leaves his hair, and he watches as it settles on Robby’s neck. Robby’s own large hands replace Abbot’s and tangle in his hair. 

Knowing he doesn’t have a chance in hell of fitting even half of Robby’s cock in his mouth, Dennis focuses on getting it covered in his spit. He’s licking, open-mouthed kissing up and down his shaft. 

When he finally gets the tip in his mouth, he truly starts sucking. Hollowing out his cheeks and looking up into those dark eyes gets a loud moan out of Robby. Dennis hums, pleased, and closes his eyes to keep his attention on the cock in his mouth. His hands jerk him off at a slow pace, not wanting to go too fast. 

He loses himself in the motions, in the feel of Robby’s cock in his mouth. At some point, he must’ve closed his eyes, because he stops hearing the moans of Robby and starts hearing the sounds of two people kissing. It catches him unaware, and he snaps his eyes open to see what’s happening. 

And oh, what a sight it is. Abbot’s roughly kissing Robby, tongues clearly battling for dominance. Dennis lets out a moan, vibrating the tip in his mouth. It’s hot and has his hips jerking up for stimulation. His dick is so hard it might fall off.

Abbot hears his moan and pulls back, hair askew, and he smirks down at him, “Oh, little mouse likes watching us?”

Dennis nods, mouth still on Robby’s cock, and lets out another moan.

Robby groans at the feeling, and his hands tighten in his hair, “Fuck, so good.”

It’s Abbot that halts them, of course. They both seem to fall in line at his word. He places his hand atop Robby’s and stills Dennis’ movements, “Seems like it’s time to open up our sweet boy, don’t you think?”

Dennis is moaning at his words, hips bucking up. It’s what he’s been waiting for. Robby nods, and finishes the job of pulling Dennis off his cock. His jaw aches, spit’s gotten on his chin, his knees are rubbed raw, but he’s never felt more amped up and ready in his life.

He’s begging in seconds, “Please, sir. Please fuck me, I want to come on your cocks so badly, please.”

“Christ,” Abbot says as he and Robby pull him up from his place on the floor, standing up and manhandling him on top of the bed, “That mouth of yours is filthy.”

Dennis is shameless. The feeling of the comforter on his back has him squirming, spreading his legs open for the viewing pleasure of the two men crowding him. Abbot’s on his left, Robby on his right. He gives up any pretence of shyness, of playing coy.

“Please, sir, please touch me,” he pleads, eyes watering from how badly he wants their hands on him, in him.

It’s a blur of hands after that. Robby gropes at him from one side, leaning over to kiss up his neck. Abbot tweaks his nipples until he’s moaning and his hips are bucking up, his hand trailing down to ghost around his cock.

“What do you want, little mouse? Say it,” Abbot demands from him in a growl.

Dennis’ dick twitches at the rough tone, but he’s certain of what he needs, “Open me up, please, sir. I want your cocks inside of me, please, fuck me.”

Robby groans against his neck, “Jack, let me finger him, please.”

“Since you’re both being such good boys tonight, sure,” Abbot says, then he’s fiddling with something under a pillow.

Then, the men are shifting around him. Robby’s standing up and tugging off his pants and underwear, while Abbot gets the lube. Robby grabs it and positions himself between Dennis’ spread legs. Abbot joins them in their nudity, and settles himself near Dennis’ head. Their warm hands caress him as they go, lips press against his heated skin.

When Robby’s slicked fingers tease at his entrance, Dennis is moaning, lifting his hips up for more. He presses in one finger, gliding past the rim with ease.

“Fuck, you finger yourself at night, baby boy?” Robby says, voice deep, “Think about us?”

Dennis nods, hands scrambling to grab at Abbot and the blanket beneath him, “Yes, almost every night!”

Dual groans escape the men at his words. Abbot pinches one of his nipples and leans in to kiss up his neck, “Such a good boy, getting yourself all nice and open for us.”

As he speaks, Robby starts moving his finger inside of him. It’s so much bigger than his own, it feels like he’s got two up there already. His mind is all floaty, pleasure over taking him as Robby thrusts into him.

He’s moaning, arching into Abbot’s touch. The older man is nipping at his neck and chest, surely leaving behind little hickies as he goes. Robby grips at his thigh with one hand, fucking him with the other. All too soon, another finger begins to press at his rim. 

When the second finger breaches him, Dennis lets out a loud moan, “Ah, fuck, so big.”

“This is nothing, little mouse,” Robby grunts, starting to curl his fingers up inside of his ass, “We’re going to stretch you out, fuck you good.”

Dennis is a mess, moaning and baring his neck for Abbot, “Please!”

Abbot captures his mouth with his own, hands still groping him. Robby starts thrusting his fingers in him faster, and soon he hits that spot that has Dennis arching his back in pleasure. All his moans and desperate cries get swallowed by Abbot’s mouth on his. The stimulation on his prostate has him on the edge of coming, cock bouncing off his stomach. 

Robby starts to scissor his fingers, preparing him for his cock. Dennis can’t handle the sensation, and he’s coming untouched in seconds. His shout of shock is muffled with Abbot’s lips.

Abbot pulls back to give him a moment to breathe, “Look at you, baby, you’ve gotten all messy.”

Dennis whimpers, a little overwhelmed at the sensations of it all. Robby’s still fingering him, slower and gentler, but not fully stopped. He tilts his head to let Abbot kiss the sensitive skin there anyways, “More, please.”

“So polite, even after he comes,” Robby coos, and presses a third finger into him.

The stretch has him moaning again, his spent cock twitching again. Robby thrusts his fingers in and out at a leisurely pace. Abbot nips at his collarbone, the pain making Dennis whimper. It’s beautiful, a well-oiled machine that’s wrecking him with ease.

He doesn’t know how long Robby fucks him open on his fingers, just that he’s floating on cloud nine the entire time. Abbot alternates between sucking hickies on him and kissing him. His fingers expertly tease Dennis’ nipples and grope and grab at him. Dennis has his own hand balled up in the comforter, and grabs at Abbot blindly. 

Eventually, Robby pulls his fingers out, leaving him whimpering at the empty sensation. He steadies his bucking hips with his large hands. 

“He’s ready,” Robby says, speaking to Abbot.

Abbot pulls back, but keeps his hands on Dennis, “I think it might be unfair for us to use him at the same time, poor mouse is definitely a bit floaty.”

Something about how they talk about him like he’s not there has his dick twitching, half-hard already. He gropes at Abbot’s solid form, whining, “I want both of you to come inside of me, please, sir.”

“You sure, baby?” Robby asks, all gentle as he strokes his thighs, “We have condoms.”

“Yes, I need to feel it,” he gasps out, face hot at how shameless he’s being.

Abbot growls low in his throat, “Flip onto your stomach, I am going to ruin you.”

Then, he’s being manhandled onto his hands and knees as Abbot and Robby switch places. One of them shoves a pillow under his hips. Someone runs their hand down his spine and he shivers in anticipation. 

Robby grabs his face, and plants a wet kiss on his forehead, “You’re doing great, baby, remember tell us if it's getting to be too much.”

The noise of the lube getting uncapped, the feeling of Abbot’s hand on his ass, all has him whimpering, “Want you two to wreck me.”

“Oh, we will,” Abbot says from behind him.

Robby strokes his hair and keeps his eyes on his face. One of his hands sneaks down to stroke his own cock as he watches how Dennis’ face reacts to the feeling of Abbot’s thick cock press into his hole. 

Dennis can barely find purchase in the sheets as he’s stretched out by Abbot. He’s mewling and moaning, the pleasure of finally getting a cock inside of him is mindblowing. The two sets of hands on his body make it feel all the more intense.

Once Abbot is fully seated inside of him, he pauses. His hands stroke Dennis’ sides as he holds onto his waist. He’s waiting for Dennis to adjust, but all he’s doing is quivering and moaning at how full he feels.

“Oh,” he gasps out, eyes locked on Robby’s, “So big, fuck.”

Robby nods, large hand still holding Dennis’ face, “You’re taking it so well, aren’t you, baby?”

He’s unable to do much else but nod, whining at the praise. It goes straight to his hard cock that’s rubbing against the pillow under him. 

“You should see how stretched out his poor little hole is,” Abbot groans behind him, “It’s fucking obscene, Michael.”

That does it for him, and he’s attempting to push back on the thick cock splitting him open. It’s sloppy, but the message is delivered because Abbot starts thrusting in and out of him slowly.

Shallow thrusts ease the path for Abbot to start to properly fuck him. That glorious cock just bullying its way into his guts. Pretty quickly, Dennis is overwhelmed and his thrusts back are faltering. Abbot’s grip on his hips becomes bruising, and he lets out a moan.

“So tight, fuck,” he growls out.

His pace picks up, and soon Dennis is mewling as his ass is pounded by Abbot. He balls his fists up in the comforter, and lets his mouth hang open. It feels better than he’d imagined, better than any shower jerk off session.

Abbot’s cock presses on his prostate, sending little shocks of pleasure as he fucks into him. He can feel how hard the older man is, how tight he holds his hips. At a certain point, his mind falls back into the same fuzzy feeling where all he’s able to focus on is Robby’s dark eyes watching him and the sensation of Abbot’s cock inside of him.

One particularly hard thrust has his own dick rub into the fabric of the pillow below him, prostate nailed head on, and Dennis lets out a loud moan, “A-Ah, fuck, there!”

Abbot starts to aim for the spot, hard, deep thrusts. It has little whimpers and moans fucked out of him on every thrust. His eyes are watering, and the pressure in his stomach is building. 

“Take it so well,” Abbot growls, “You love spreading yourself open for us don’t you?”

“Y-Yes, sir, I love it,” he pants out, voice shot. 

Robby’s hand moves from his face to his hair, running his fingers through it. Dennis’ eyes attempt to look further down, where he’s jerking off, but he’s struggling to focus with the immense pleasure he’s feeling.

The mix of stimulation on his prostate and cock has him drooling. Tears run down his face and he can tell from Robby’s heated gaze that he must look like a pathetic mess. He lets himself fall further into the sensations, gives himself over to these men.

As Abbot’s hard thrusts continue, so does the building tension in his stomach. He’s starting to feel himself about to snap, about to come again. Soon, it becomes too much to fight back.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come,” he says in a strangled moan.

Abbot picks up his pace again, punishing thrusts hit his prostate, “Come on my cock, baby, fuck.”

He’s absolutely destroying him, molding his insides to the shape of his cock. It’s overwhelming. The drag of his dick on the pillow, Robby’s hand in his hair, the battering of his prostate. 

Dennis comes for the second time with a shout that Robby muffles by capturing his mouth with his own. Abbot fucks him through it, cock never pausing in its path of destruction. He moans into Robby’s mouth and clenches his ass around that thick cock inside of him. 

It has the desired effect, and he feels Abbot’s hips stutter in their thrusts. A groan escapes him, “God, so fucking tight.”

Then he’s pulling Dennis back by his hips to force his cock as deep as possible. Small thrusts as his hips jerk, grinding into him.

Dennis can feel how his cock throbs inside of him, how his come fills him up. It has him moaning and squirming, pushing back to get more despite him already being pulled flush to Abbot’s hips.

“Ah, fuck, taking my load so well, baby,” Abbot growls, hands still gripping tightly.

They rock for a moment longer before Robby is up and moving to take Abbot’s place. Abbot’s hands leave his hips, and slowly, he pulls out. Dennis whines at the empty feeling. He stays where he’s slumped down, he’s not sure if he could do much else. If he even wanted to.

A large hand comes to spread open one cheek, and Dennis whimpers at the sensation of come dripping out of his hole. He buries his head in his hands, face hot.

“What a sight,” Robby whistles, “Don’t mind if I add my own artistic style to it.”

Abbot huffs, “That’s a masterpiece, don’t fuck up my signature.”

“Whatever you say, Jack,” Robby says, and Dennis can hear the teasing lilt to his voice. 

His large hands move to grab him more securely, and then, Dennis is being flipped on his back. The pillow stays under his hips, propping him up for the taking. His eyes snap up to see Robby’s face, and he sees the expression on the older man. Robby looks like he might eat Dennis alive. 

Robby pulls his legs apart and settles in between them. Dennis’ lean thighs bracket his solid torse, their size difference has his hips aching at the stretch to accommodate him. It has his spent dick twitching.

Dennis watches, mouth agape as Robby strokes that long cock over him, lubing it up. Robby shoots him a grin, then presses it against his stomach, “This is how deep I’ll be inside of you, little mouse.”

He cranes his neck to get a glance, and moans at the sight. The tip of Robby’s cock, hot and red, is almost past his belly button. His dick is trying to get hard at the mere thought of taking all that inside of him. 

“Oh, fuck, please put it in,” he breathes out, desperate. 

A laugh from his side reminds him of Abbot’s presence on the bed, “We might get three orgasms out of him at the rate he’s going.”

Robby’s eyes darken, and he’s grabbing at one of Dennis’ legs to rest on his shoulder in seconds, “Oh, I’ll guarantee he’ll come again.”

Then he’s pulling up Dennis' other leg, pressing him in half. His tip teases at his stretched out entrance for a moment, then starts pushing in. Dennis scrambles to grab at the sheets, at Abbot’s rough hand beside him.  

It feels like it takes hours just to get all of Robby’s cock inside of him. Little ah’s and whimpers escape him with every inch forced inside of him. By the time Robby’s pelvis is flush with his ass, Dennis is hard and teary. His grip on Abbot's hand tightens when Robby lets out a moan when he’s fully seated. 

“Fuck, like heaven on Earth,” he groans out. Dennis moans at his words and the way his dick twitches inside of him.

Robby starts thrusting, slow and deep. It has Dennis scrambling to breathe, his insides rearranged to accommodate the older man’s length. He lets out a broken, wet moan when he sees a small bulge were Robby’s cock is fucking him through his stomach.

It takes a moment for Abbot to see it, but when he does he’s maneuvering to lean over Dennis and press on his lower abdomen. His hand leaves his own and Dennis clutches at his side instead.

Abbot’s hand pressing on the bulge gets Robby to moan louder than before, “Oh, shit, Jack, I’ll come too quick if you keep doing that.”

Dennis is pretty sure that the pressure has his prostate being rammed in a way he’ll dream about at night, so he’s not too concerned with Robby coming quickly. Abbot seems to consider his own reaction, pleasure obvious through his head thrown back and moaning, and makes a decision. 

“I got him, just keep thrusting, darling,” Abbot says, then wraps a hand around Dennis’ aching cock.

A few jerks have him wriggling away from the immense pleasure. Abbot chuckles, spits on his dick, and keeps going. With one of his hands pressing down on his stomach and the other around his dick, Dennis feels like he’s both overstimulated and understimulated at once.

He starts babbling nonsense, the pleasure overtaking any chance of coherent thought. He’s pretty sure he starts begging the older men to use him like a fleshlight, to dominate him. There’s a mention of both of them fucking him at once that gets the other men to moan. It makes Robby speed up his thrusts, so he can accept any future embarrassment about his mindless rambling.

Abbot’s hand and Robby’s cock have him unraveling far quicker than he thought possible. Dennis comes with a shout he muffles behind his hand, attempting to be courteous to Robby’s neighbors. His dick jerks, and he barely has enough sperm to coat Abbot’s hand.

Robby lets out a hiss, “Tight, oh fuck he’s so tight still.”

The hand on his dick lets go, but the one on his stomach presses harder. It has Dennis squirming from overstimulation, Abbot whispering reassurance that he’s doing great not helping.

A few more thrusts and Robby groans, warmth flooding his hole. Dennis is thoroughly fucked at this point, so he barely whines when the man pulls out. They all attempt to catch their breath, but Dennis is certain he has died on this bed. His head feels all floaty. 

Abbot and Robby speak in low tones. Dennis lets his eyes flutter shut, and basks in the afterglow. Minutes, or hours, he’s not sure, pass before a cool rag is on his heated skin.

“Cold,” he whines, weakly pushing at the hands on him.

Abbot laughs above him, “You’re filthy, let me at least wipe off the come on you.”

Dennis accepts his ministrations with a few more whines and huffs. He hears Robby whispering to Abbot, but keeps his eyes shut. He’s not a suitable conversation partner at the moment, brain turned to mush. 

There’s more movement, the rag is removed, and Dennis is being touched by two sets of hands. He’s manhandled to settle in the middle of the bed. Based on the muscular physique of the body behind him, it's Abbot that’s got his ass on his crotch. Robby slides to hold him from the front, hairy chest tickling Dennis’ nose. Someone tugs a blanket over them, and Dennis is certain he’s in a warm, soft cloud. 

Robby and Abbot murmur little praises for him, possibly thinking Dennis is asleep already. Dennis moves his hands to grab Robby’s arm, holding him closer to them.One of Robby’s large hands strokes his head, soothing motions making him sleepy. Abbot’s own hands are caressing his back and hips, calluses making his skin develop little goosebumps.

His face is squished against Robby’s chest hair when he speaks, “If I’d known getting fuck in the ass was so good, I’d have come over sooner.”

Abbot and Robby’s hands still where they are touching him. It’s Robby that responds, voice rumbling in his chest, “Whitaker, was this your first time bottoming?”

“It was my first time with a man that didn’t involve a flavored condom and a dare,” he jokes, feeling a little nervous at the sudden seriousness.

Abbot lets out a laugh, “Christ, kid, you need to tell us about us being the ones to pop your cherry like that before we take turns fucking you.”

“I wasn’t a virgin,” Dennis whines, which probably isn’t a good defense.

Robby’s hand returns to stroking his hair as he says, “You were inexperienced, we could’ve gone slower to help you be more comfortable.”

Dennis opens his eyes to stare at both men in the low light. He makes sure to turn his head to make eye contact with them both before he speaks, “That was the best sex of my life. Losing my bottoming virginity or not, I was more than comfortable.”

“Dennis,” Robby sighs, clearly a little exacerbated at his nonchalance, “We’ll lay out some more boundaries and preferences in the morning so this doesn’t happen again.”

“Will you guys make me breakfast?” Dennis asks, knowing he’ll want compensation for his emotional vulnerability.

Abbot cuts in, hands pulling him flush to his chest, growling in his ear, “You're lucky that we don’t just eat you for breakfast.”

“Yes, Jack means, we will make you breakfast,” Robby says with a sigh, “Now it’s late and I need to sleep. If you two wake me up because your horny asses needed to fuck again I will smother you with pillows.”

With that, he leans in to plant a kiss on Dennis’ lips. Abbot releases him a little so that he can twist his head around to give him a kiss too. Robby sits up and grabs Abbot by his gray curls, kissing him goodnight too.

It’s cute. Dennis is content to settle back in, sandwiched by the two men, and fall asleep. After all, he’s just accomplished his goal, had the best sex of his life, and he gets breakfast in the morning. What more could a man want?