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Robby hadn’t planned on joining his coworkers at the bar tonight. Almost everyone going to the bar was much younger than him and he couldn’t even drag Jack along this time since he was on shift tonight. He had told everyone that asked him that he was planning on going to bed early and for once it wasn’t a lame excuse. He has a meeting with Gloria that he was dreading the next morning and being hung over would just make it worse. It is hard enough for them to get along as it is, he can’t imagine throwing that into the mix.
By the end of the shift, Robby was regretting turning down all those invitations to the bar. His last few cases were brutal and a drink or two would definitely help to take the edge off. He is just getting all of his things thrown into his backpack when Dennis shows up.
“Are you sure you don’t want to join us? It will be very low-key.” Dennis looks up at Robby with those eyes that always look like they’re a few seconds away from welling up with tears.
“I think I will join you guys actually.” Robby closes his locker, his gaze focused on Dennis. There was something about the way his eyes lit up that made warmth bloom in Robby’s chest, a warmth that he hasn’t felt in a very long time.
So he shows up. He shows up and he drinks, and he drinks, and he drinks. It is only after he was more tipsy than he cared to admit that he realizes that he forgot his pack of cigarettes. He bums one off of everyone he could find smoking one, promising to buy them new packs even though he thinks it was a horrible habit. A habit that he only indulges in when he’s inebriated. The med students give in at first. He even puts up with Santos’s snark for a smoke but eventually no one is willing to share anymore. They don’t get paid that much and at the rate he’s going, Robby will smoke them out of their rent.
When he comes across Dennis smoking on the patio, it feels like a dream come true. His hand lands on Dennis’s shoulder and he leans into him just a little too heavily, the scent of his worn leather jacket invading his senses. It’s a heavy mix, Dennis’s aftershave and the leather of the jacket. Robby inhales deeply, not caring that Dennis might catch onto his attraction for him. He can hardly recognize his own voice as he asks to bum a smoke and his drunken state makes it impossible for him to hide his disappointment when Dennis explains that it’s his last one.
Feeling a sense of pity for his attending, Dennis shares the cigarette with him. Conversation flows easier between them than it ever has before as they pass it between themselves. The alcohol ensures that both of them are a little more relaxed around each other, but it also results in them being a little loose-lipped.
“You know, if you weren’t my student I’d be taking you into the bathroom.” Robby says far too casually after finishing another drink while smoking with Dennis. Dennis’s cheeks flush the prettiest shade of pink that Robby has ever seen.
“I wouldn’t stop you.” Dennis admits, his voice tight with embarrassment. Before Robby can second guess himself he’s putting out the cigarette and grabbing the back of Dennis’s neck. He steers him into the bathroom and into a stall that he locks behind them. Before Dennis can ask what exactly Robby wants from this, the taller man is on his knees and fumbling with his belt.
Dennis pushes his hands away when a string of muttered curses passes his lips and undoes the belt for Robby. The minute it’s possible Robby pulls Dennis’s cock out of his boxers. Robby salivates at the sight it and Dennis sucks in a harsh breath, staring down at his boss who dropped to his knees oh so willingly and staring at his cock like it’s going to change his life
“What are you waiting for?” Dennis asks with a sudden rush of courage. He watches in awe as Robby licks his lips and takes his cock in his mouth. One of his hands goes to the back of Robby’s head, coaxing him to take it deeper without forcing it. His other hand braces himself on the graffiti covered wall of the stall.
“Fuck-“ Dennis curses lowly, his hips rolling slowly as Robby works his tongue over his tip. “C’mon, Dr Robby, take me properly.”
Robby moans around his cock and looks up at him through his lashes. Dennis has never seen the man look so eager. He looks perfectly at peace on his knees, he looks like he never wants to be anywhere else. It makes something in Dennis snap. He grips the back of Robby’s head tighter, holding him in place as he thrusts into his mouth.
He thrusts slowly but each one hits the back of Robby’s throat, making him gag. Tears well in his eyes and Dennis thinks that he’s never seen anything prettier in his life. His hand leaves the wall and he gently caresses Robby’s cheek with his thumb, wiping away his tears.
“So pretty for me, sir.” Dennis groans. He only realizes that he’s thrusting harder when he feels Robby grasping at his thighs to brace himself. So he pauses, pulling out and leaving only the tip in Robby’s mouth so he can breathe. The most desperate sound leaves Robby and Dennis makes a mental note to get Robby into bed to see what other noises he can coax out of his usually stern boss.
“Shh. You that desperate for a cock in your mouth?” Dennis snarks, burying himself to the hilt in Robby’s mouth. He holds him there, relishing in the gags coming from Robby and the feeling of his throat spasming around him. Robby’s fingers dig into his thighs hard enough to bruise through his jeans so Dennis pulls back, letting Robby suck in some air before pushing his cock back in.
Dennis moans lowly as he thrusts. Robby’s sucking him like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do and Dennis won’t last long. His thrusts grow more desperate as he nears his orgasm and the only warning Robby gets is Dennis’s grip on him tightening before his mouth is filled with Dennis’s seed. He moans as he swallows it as best he can while Dennis works himself through his orgasm.
Robby loses track of time as Dennis’s seed leaks onto his chin while Dennis uses his mouth. Before he can make sense of anything, Dennis’s cock is back in his pants and Dennis is cleaning his face as gently as possible with the rough one ply toilet paper.
“Let’s get you home.” Dennis murmurs as he helps Robby to his feet and helps support him until he regains the feeling, that he didn’t even know he’d lost, in his legs. “Maybe I’ll return the favour if you're good in the Uber.”