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☆ Alberta, Canada ☆
Alberta, as it turns out, is not all that exciting.
At least not in the way Robby had built it up in his head. It was wide. Quiet. Clean in an aggressively outdoorsy way. The air was thinner. Sharper. The sky felt bigger somehow, like it was trying to compete with Nebraska.
The Rockies, though?
The Rockies were ridiculous.
Robby had to admit they were something else, jagged and dramatic and somehow smug about it. Dennis had gone completely silent the first time they came into view, hands tightening just slightly around Robby’s middle as they rode.
Dennis would never admit it, but Robby could tell that he loved being on the bike.
After the first hour, after Robby got over his initial, paralyzing fear of killing them both, he realized he still loved it too. He kept it slower than he needed to. Deliberately. Carefully.
Both of them wore helmets.
Dennis had rolled his eyes about the slow roll at first. “You’ve ridden faster than this in Pittsburgh traffic.”
“That’s different. Pittsburgh traffic doesn’t have moose.” Robby had shot back. “And you weren’t on with me.”
He went slower than the open road demanded, just to feel it longer, Dennis’s strong arms wrapped around his waist, chest pressed to his back, the occasional squeeze when they leaned into a curve. Every time Dennis laughed into the wind, Robby felt it vibrate through him.
It had taken over a full twenty-four hours in the truck to get there, but both men agreed the journey was worth it. They drove straight, minimal stops, but plenty of memories.
Giggling when they flipped off Nebraska as they crossed state lines, cutting through both Dakotas, taking silly pictures along the way, calling Jack and Trinity to give and receive updates, waiting out a period of down pouring rain in the truck, letting Phoebe roam around inside, locking her back in the carrier they picked up while they engaged in heavy petting sessions, taking turns driving and sleeping, taking turns keeping each other awake.
More heavy petting… sometimes in the truck, other times out in an open field. Just a few minutes of enjoying the other's touch, but not letting it get too far.
So yes, even with the Rockies in front of them, Robby knew that the journey had been better than the destination. He amended that later. The best destination, he decided beyond a shadow of a doubt, was being in bed together.
Robby decided that the best place in all of Alberta was the hotel room, particularly the bed, which he had Dennis Whitaker spread across. It was a prettier sight than any waterfall, beach, monument, or mountain he’d seen since leaving Pittsburgh.
The younger man beneath him had messy hair from the helmet, cheeks pink from the wind, one eye still faintly shadowed from healing bruises, and he was smiling up at him like he’d won something. Robby hovered over him, taking it all in.
Dennis stretched, arms above his head, becoming all the more flustered under his gaze. “You just going to stare at me like that all night?”
Robby kicked off his boots, settling carefully between his legs. “Maybe.” He hummed.
Robby took his time, letting himself explore Dennis’s exposed chest, mapping each freckle like they’d been mapping the stars at night. He finally leaned in to press a short kiss to his lips before moving to pepper some down his neck. Dennis gave him more room, humming a small tune.
Robby huffed at him, pulling away briefly. His boy looked distracted. “What’s on your mind, Denny?”
Dennis blinked up at him, called out, lips curling. “I still need to tell Trinity that I’m bringing home a cat.”
The cat in question had been banished from the bedroom to give them some privacy. Robby was fond of Santos, she was great, but he’d really rather not think of her while having Dennis pinned underneath him. Annoyingly, he could already hear her teasing them the minute they got back. “Am I boring you so badly that you’d rather think about your roommate?”
Dennis rolled his eyes. “Yes, I’m very bored. Fix it and kiss me for real.”
“Where is my shy little Dennis, and what did you do with him?” He leaned down, a smile on his lips, but stopped short of a kiss. Their noses brushed, and Robby looked deep into his eyes. “I still can’t believe you’re here with me.”
“Is it still a good thing?” Dennis breathed out.
“The best.”
Dennis lifted his chin to kiss him, his hands starting to reciprocate, wandering over Robby’s waist and back to pull him closer. They rocked gently against each other for a while before Dennis grew antsy. “Please get undressed.” He practically begged.
Robby couldn’t deny him, letting him help in getting his shirt off. He pulled himself off the bed to unbuckle his pants. He placed his Star of David next to Dennis’s cross on the nightstand. “Hey.” He scolded, making Dennis pause his efforts to take his own pants off. “That’s my job.”
He pulled Dennis’s jeans off, pausing as they were both left in just their underwear. “You okay to keep going?” He chuckled at Dennis’s deadpanned look. “I’m just making sure you still want this.”
Dennis glanced down at himself, at the erection tenting in his briefs. “You’re kidding, right?”
Robby palmed him through the fabric in response, climbing back over him to swallow the noises he made. He felt Dennis’s hand slide down the thick hair of his chest towards his own underwear.
After a while of exploring each other's mouths thoroughly, they broke apart for air. “Will you let me use my mouth?” Dennis asked shyly, letting his fingers dip below the waistband.
“Jesus Christ. Yes, but not now.” Robby grunted. “I’m already worried that I won’t last long.”
“But another time, you’ll let me?”
“Yes, Den.” He smiled at his eagerness. “Now stop tempting me.”
He grit his teeth when Dennis finally slid his hand beneath the fabric, pulling Robby from his confinement. “Did it get bigger?”
Robby choked out a laugh, his hips twitching. “Flatterer.”
He teased his hand over the tent in Dennis’s briefs again, a whine shooting out of him. He circled his fingers tight in Robby’s hair, his other hand stalling around the older man’s hardened length for a moment before beginning to stroke him. “Robby, oh. Touch me. Please.”
Robby shushed him gently before pressing a hard kiss to his lips. They pumped each other for a while, tongues dancing. “I want you inside me.” Dennis sputtered, his face flushed a pretty pink. “It’s just… been a while.”
Robby groaned at the debauched sight of him. “Of course, sweetheart. I’ll get you feeling good.” He pressed a much more gentle kiss to his lips. “I’ll take care of you.”
“I know.” Dennis beamed up at him. “You always take good care of me.”
“Fuck, yeah.” It was a low growl out of Robby’s mouth before Dennis swallowed it with his lips, pushing their tongues back together. Unable to delay himself any longer, Robby pulled away to dig through his bag. He picked up lube and condoms on their way to Alberta, just to be safe. If Dennis knew about it at the time, he didn’t call him out.
“Lift up a little bit for me.” Robby instructed softly. They locked eyes for a moment after Dennis’s briefs were discarded to the floor, Robby searching for any hint of regret. But he found none, so he carefully spread his legs a little wider for him. He squirted a dollop of lube onto his fingers, coating them generously and rubbing them together to warm it up.
“Hey.” He tilted Dennis’s chin away from the hand snaking between his legs. “Look at me. I want you to tell me if you want me to slow down or stop, okay?”
Dennis nodded frantically, going silent as Robby’s finger circled his hole. Robby dipped his head to kiss him, trying his best to distract him while he slowly pressed into him.
“This feel okay?” He whispered against his lips.
“Yes. Need more.” He hissed as Robby wiggled his finger inside of him. “I’m not going to break, Robby. I can take it.”
“I know, baby.” He cooed, adding a second. “You’re still so tight, you need to relax.”
“I’m relaxed.” His voice was clipped, breathing deeply as Robby worked him open diligently.
“Okay.” He huffed out a laugh. “Almost there, Den.” He took more time than Dennis probably needed, wanting to make sure he was prepped properly. It had been a while for Robby too, since he’d been with a man. But he’d been on both ends of this, and the last thing he wanted was for Dennis to feel uncomfortable.
Robby rolled the condom on, giving Dennis one last questioning look before starting to sink into him. He grit his teeth, losing his mind at the tight and wet squeeze as their hips eventually rested flush together. “Fuck, how do you feel?” All of his focus was on not moving, which was driving him crazy.
“Full.” Dennis mewled, moving his hips to test the water. “Okay, keep going. Just start slow.”
He pulled out slightly, only a bit, before pushing back in. The slide felt amazing, and Dennis twisted in the sheets underneath him. “More Robby, more.” He drew in a harsh breath as Robby complied, repeating his movements. “More, more.”
It was falling out of his mouth like a mantra, eyes screwed shut, rocking his hips to meet his shallow thrusts. The slight lift of his hips gave Robby the perfect angle, ripping a yelp from Dennis. “ Holy shit- I forgot that I had a prostate. Right there, oh yes— ”
“You’re so damn soft. But strong. These muscles, Denny, what the hell?” Robby pulled out a little more, pushing in deeper. “You’re perfect, you’re taking me so well.”
He pressed his arms against the mattress for better leverage, looking down at the work of art beneath him. Dennis’s eyes were still shut tightly, his jaw slack and small breaths getting knocked out of him with each thrust, a string of ah ah ah’s pouring out of his mouth, which only spurred him on. His skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat, a puddle of precum pooling on his stomach, leaking a little more with every hard thrust to his prostate.
“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart.” Robby grinned at the smile spreading on his blissed out face, his eyes fluttering open slightly. “Fucking gorgeous.”
Robby could feel the warmth in his stomach building quickly, so he slowed down slightly, much to Dennis’s frustration. “I know, but I want this to last a little longer.” He pressed a hard kiss to his lips, letting Dennis hook his arms around his neck to hold him there. He sucked on his tongue, panting into each other’s mouths as Robby built back up to a fast, hard pace. He felt somewhat guilty because he wanted so badly to be tender and considerate, but he was being anything but gentle now.
But Dennis was also doing anything but complaining. Robby dipped his head to rest in the crook of his neck, cheek to cheek as he fucked into him. He was completely lost in the feeling of being enveloped by the tight heat until he felt droplets hitting his face. He tilted his head back, expecting to wipe away the buildup of sweat, instantly halting his movements at the broken noise leaving Dennis’s mouth. A few tears were running down his flushed cheeks, squirming underneath him.
“Shit. Dennis, are you okay? Am I hurting you?”
“No, no.” He whimpered, raising his hips. “Please don’t stop.”
“Dennis—”
“They are good tears, promise.” He choked out a laugh, smiling widely. “Please, I’m so close. So close, need more.” He pulled Robby down for another feverish kiss, pushing desperately against him to get him moving again. Robby obliged. He picked up his pace, the loud sounds of slapping skin mixing with their moans.
“I just need a little more, please touch me— ah!” Dennis moaned brokenly, bucking his hips up into Robby’s fist, where he stroked the younger man quick and hard, in sync with his deep thrusts.
Robby lowered his head back to his neck, puffing ragged breaths. He nipped at the sensitive skin there, dragging his beard across the freshly bruised skin. “You close?”
“Yes, yes.” Dennis nodded frantically, his body trembling. “Your beard feels so good. Right there—”
“Let go, sweetheart. I’ve got you. You know I’ve always got you.”
He came hard over Robby’s hand and his stomach, making desperate sounds as he stroked him through it. Robby slowed inside of him, making him twitch and tug roughly on his hair. “Don't stop, please keep going.”
“You sure?”
“Please.”
Robby pushed back in, seeming to catch his prostate almost immediately and making Dennis nearly convulse under him. His thrusts became more erratic. He felt the creep of release make its way up his spine. “Oh, Den.” He shuddered, his body tensing hard as he emptied into the condom. It took all of his effort to avoid collapsing on the man beneath him.
They gasped for air, the room around them thick and hot. Sweat clung to them, slightly cooling as neither of them moved. Robby eventually forced himself to his feet to toss the condom and grab a hand towel from the ensuite bathroom. He ran it briefly under warm water before returning to the bed to wipe down Dennis. His eyes watched warmly as Robby cleaned him up as best as he could, his breathing evening out. Robby dropped the soiled towel among their discarded clothes, climbing back into the bed. The sheets smelled like sweat and sex, and they would have to be changed before they settled in for the night, but that was for later.
Robby tucked him close, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Good?”
“Great.” Dennis hummed, curling further into him. It was all Robby could have asked for, with so many prayers answered.
There were still so many questions to be answered.
What would the future look like?
Who could they tell, should they tell?
What was Robby going to do after this?
How could he keep Dennis with him?
Alberta was kind of a bust, and Dennis was the best part of the entire trip, but he would eventually have to return to work in The Pitt. What did that mean for the rest of Robby’s? He decided that it didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was the present. And for the first time in forever, Robby was excited about the future. The quiet around them felt peaceful.