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It was an eventful shift. That’s for certain. Jack didn’t remember paper charting being so stressful during Med School. But the brain is good at losing neural pathways.
The servers weren’t back up until handoff after his shift. After finishing his charting at 8:30am, the drive home was brutal. The whole time wishing his hair were longer so he could stick it in the window the way he sees Princess do after a long shift.
As he stumbled into the brownstone, the sight of Dennis on the couch was heaven on earth. He looked cozy and well rested, having barely woken up for his day off with a steaming mug in his hands.
“Morning! There’s breakfast on the counter if you’re hungry.”
Dennis stood up from his blanket pile on the couch and met Jack in the kitchen. His mouth watering over the omelette waiting in the pan. he handed Jack a plate and wrapped himself around Jack’s back. He nuzzled his nose into his hair before speaking again.
“I missed you”
“I missed you too.” Jack turned his head to leave a kiss in Dennis’s curls before plating the rest of the omelette and reaching for a fork.
Dennis let him go and headed back to the couch, opening a blanket for Jack to sit with him under. He pulled Jack into him, minding the full plate, and once again wrapping around his midsection.
“You’re cuddly this morning. You doin’ okay?” Jack questioned, leaning further into the younger man.
“Just missed you is all” Dennis spoke into his hair again. They sat in a comfortable silence before he spoke up again.
“Actually I was thinking… about earlier when you came in on our shift.”
Jack quickly turned to look back at Dennis, pointing at him with an empty fork.
“I promise I’m not trying to make a habit of showing up to day shift, it was just a coincidence.”
“No, not that. I was just… thinking about the Nasotrachial intubation you did on Howard. I’d read about them but I’d never seen one in person. It was… cool.” Dennis seemed nervous but Jack didn’t comment on it.
“Yeah? Pretty badass if I say so myself.”
“Yeah, pretty badass.” Dennis went quiet again as Jack finished his omelette and stretched to set down his plate and take off his prosthetic. Jack was already peeling off the socket and liner when Dennis started again.
“Can I ask you something? You can say no”
“It’s alright kiddo, go ahead.” Jack started to massage his leg, leaning back into Dennis.
“Would you…uhh maybe try-nevermind. I can’t do it. Just forget I said anything.”
Jack quickly turned around to look Dennis in the eye. He was quiet again, nervous, and Jack could practically hear how fast his heart was beating.
“If this is too weird we can just forget it forever and I’ll never ask again. It was just something stupid I was thinking about last night.” Jack kept his mouth shut, trying to pry out the question with his open expression.
“Would you maybe want to do that to me?” Jack was stunned for a moment hoping he understood the question.
“Do what exactly, Dennis?” He quietly questioned.
“Jack, come on.“ Dennis whined.
“I need to hear it from you. Clarity is important”
“Fuck. Uh- Would you be open to… stretching out my nostril?”
Holy shit. Jack knew the kid was kinky, but this was new territory. It was even harder to reconcile with the twitch his dick gave at the thought.
“You want me to finger your nose?”
“Jesus Christ!”
“Just Jack is fine.”
“I can’t fucking stand you.”
Dennis started to push him away but Jack flipped around and pinned him to the couch.
“Yes or no,” He brought his hand up to brush the hair out of Dennis’s face. “Do you want me to finger your nose?”
Dennis was bright red, the flush disappearing under the (stolen) t-shirt he was wearing. Jack followed the bob of his throat as he swallowed.
“Yes.”
Jack raised an eyebrow.
“Yes, sir. Please. I want you to stretch me out.”
He could’ve come just from hearing those words tumble out of Dennis’s lips. He took a deep breath before pushing himself up to really look at the boy under him.
“Under the sink in our bathroom is a box of latex gloves, grab that and the jar of vaseline from the medicine cabinet. I’m going to shower. I want you to lay the jar and the gloves out on the bed and strip down to your boxers. Okay?”
Dennis was nodding before he finished his instructions.
“Yes, sir.”
Jack pushed himself off Dennis and grabbed the crutch he left sitting next to the couch. Dennis didn’t move from where he was half-sitting, half-laying on the couch until Jack met his eyes.
The subtle quirk of his eyebrow had Dennis up and running up the stairs not even waiting for Jack to follow. He walked slowly, calculating each step to tease Dennis without him even knowing. He heard the sound of the shower turning on as he reached the bottom of the stairs. By the time he got to their bedroom Dennis was already undressed and rooting under the sink in his boxers. Jack wolf-whistled.
“Perv” Dennis yelled back as he finally found the box of gloves and began to stand up. Jack had always been a boob guy, even with Robby(pec guy?), but there was something about Dennis’s ass that never failed to get him going. Maybe it was the strong working muscles in his thighs that he could see flexing all the way up into his glutes. The firmness of the muscle, how perfectly round, how easily he could crush Jack’s head between his thighs.
As they passed each other Jack pushed him against the doorway of the bathroom.
“What did you say boy?
“I said, you’re a dirty, old perv.”
Jack launched himself at Dennis. Wrestling the boy against the wall as their lips met. He could feel the whimper Dennis let out as he nipped at the boy’s bottom lip and pulled before letting go. He spun Dennis back toward the bedroom, smacking his ass, and saying over his shoulder, “Still gotta shower” before disappearing into the bathroom.
The shower didn’t take long, Jack rushed through the motions, turning the water temp down to (ineffectively) slow his growing arousal.
Dennis was still sitting patiently on the bed when Jack got out of the shower. He quickly dried his hair before wrapping the towel around his waist and walking out to Dennis.
“We have to lay some ground rules before we start. I’m going to check in with you the whole time, each time I want a green for good, a yellow for slow down/stop, or a red for stop completely and go straight into aftercare. Ok?” He watched Dennis nod, “When I ask for color, what are your options?”
“Green for good, yellow for slow down, red for stop.” Dennis was looking up at him and he could tell he was feeling floaty already.
“Good boy. If you can’t speak, two taps on my arm tells me you’re okay. If you need me to stop, three taps on my thigh, can you do both for me?”
Dennis tapped Jack’s arm twice and then his thigh three times.
“Always such a good listener,” Jack started putting the gloves on his hands and opened the jar of vaseline, scooping with his pinky. He straddled Dennis’s lap as he positioned his hand in front of the boy’s face.
“Alright kiddo, I’m going to slowly push my finger in over the course of a few minutes. I’ll go deeper until I reach the back of my knuckle. Color?”
“Green. So green.” Dennis already had his head tilted up, hands sitting loosely on Jack’s thighs, and a flush all down his chest.
Jack’s dick twitched again, leaking onto the boy’s stomach as he lined his finger up to Dennis’s right nostril.
Dennis didn’t seem too fazed at first but by the time Jack reached his first knuckle, he could tell it was starting to affect him. Dennis looked cock drunk and his eyes were starting to flutter as Jack continued to slowly push into him. The wall around Jack’s finger got tighter and tighter the deeper he got and a sick twisted voice in his head wondered if he’d be able to fit his dick someday. He knew it was impossible but he felt like God. He felt like he could feel Dennis’s brain and he was going to finger fuck grey matter out until nothing was left.
It was sick, and his dick was the hardest it had been since him and Robby first started seeing Dennis.
“You’re doing so good my sweet boy,” Jack stopped halfway to his second knuckle, “Color please?”
Dennis spoke in a nasally tone, opening his eyes to meet Jack’s again, “Green. Please don’t stop.”
“How could I ever refuse such a polite young man?” Jack carefully wiggled his finger against the walls of Dennis’s nose before he continued to push. The sudden pressure against his sinuses caused Dennis to whimper and whisper, “Do that again. Please, do that again.” His voice was wrecked, Jack could hear how far gone he was and they’d barely even reached halfway. He gently pressed his finger against Dennis’s inner walls, ripping a loud moan from the boy’s throat as his hips started twitching up into Jack’s dick.
Jack couldn’t believe how erotic it was to have his finger halfway in the man’s nose. For a moment he thought maybe it was something he should talk about with his therapist. He happened to wiggle the tip of his finger on accident, the subsequent wail bringing him back to reality.
Dennis’s mouth was gaped open, swallowing pants as his hips continued twitching up searching for some friction on his painfully swollen dick.
When Jack finally sank his second knuckle in, Dennis had lost all sense of reality, all he could think about was the pressure of Jack’s finger against his sinuses turning his brain to mush. Jack wiggled his finger again and Dennis lost all ability of complex thought.
“Hey, can I get a color kiddo?” Jack was completely still as he waited for some of the fog to clear before Dennis was able to answer with “-reen.”
It was more of a grunt than a response but he soon followed it with two taps to Abbot’s arm to help clarify.
As Jack continued to push into Dennis he could feel the tightness slowly easing. He felt further inside Dennis than he’d ever been in anyone, and he once held a man’s beating heart in his hands.
He reached the base of his finger and let out a low growl at the fucked out looked on his boy’s face. Dennis could feel him in his throat. Jack lightly tapped his cheekbone to get his attention.
“I’m going to slowly slide out now alright?”
Dennis slowly reached up and left two distinct taps on Jack’s arm.
Jack held Dennis’s head steady as he started to pull out. The tight walls dragging over his finger caused him to leak even more onto the boy’s bare stomach. The long, low moan he let out didn’t help Jack’s predicament either.
He finished pulling out of Dennis with a soft pop and quickly took off his gloves. He flung the discarded gloves on the ground and took Dennis' face into his hands.
“Still with me Kid?”
Dennis nodded.
“Fuck me please.”
“You sure kiddo?”
“Please, Sir.”
Jack maneuvered out of Dennis’s lap and pushed him back onto the bed, discarding his long-forgotten towel.
“Just made for this, aren’t you?” He crept up onto the bed, fitting perfectly between Dennis’s open legs with a clear view of his drenched boxers. Jack pushed them to the side to look at the glistening pink hole fluttering in front of him. He rubbed his index finger through the soft pink lips, gathering slick before slowly pushing in.
“Yes, sir, made just for you.” A second finger joined and a litany of “please” and “fuck” started spilling from the boy’s lips. Jack crooked his fingers ripping a loud moan from Dennis’s throat before scissoring them. Dennis was gripping Jack tightly, leaving crescent moons all over his shoulders and biceps. When Jack decided he was stretched enough he slowly pulled his fingers out, much to Dennis’s dismay.
He reached his other hand up to card through Dennis’s hair, soothing his whines. Jack dragged himself through the boy’s folds, catching on his hole before starting to push in. The slide was slick and easy. When Jack finally bottomed out he and Dennis let out twin groans. Jack started slowly pulling back, placing his hand on Dennis’s lower stomach and pushing down before pistoning back in.
“Oh shit” Dennis cried out, “Don’t stop, please!” Jack continued to slam into the younger man, adjusting to rub his thumb over Dennis’s throbbing dick. His moans only got louder and his fingernails raked down Jack’s back as he continued his assault. The sting from his boy’s nails nearly pushed him over the edge.
“I’m not gonna last very long baby.” Jack’s thrusts started to get more sporadic, his hips working him toward his orgasm. He trailed up Dennis’s torso, leaving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses before meeting the boy’s lips. The kiss didn’t last long before they were panting into each other’s mouths, both men racing to their orgasm.
“Oh fuck, please sir- please I-” Dennis’s whole body locked up as he reached his climax, clamping down on Jack’s dick like a vice grip. His hips frantically twitched into the boy’s hole before he finished. The build-up of the scene finally hit him full force as he groaned, emptying into the condom. Pleasure shot through his whole body as Dennis’s shaking legs locked him inside.
Jack let his body flop onto Dennis’s as they came down from their shared orgasm, whispering praises into the boy’s ear as he twitched under him. They reveled in each other’s body heat, with the smell of sex permeating the room, and the feeling of Jack softening and slowly slipping out of Dennis.
“Hey sweetheart,” Dennis slowly opened his eyes as Jack spoke,”You think you’ll be able to walk to the shower?”
“Um-yeah, just-just give me a minute.” Dennis closed his eyes again and wrapped his arms around Jack’s neck, “You’re cozy.” He breathed in the smell of Jack’s still damp hair, running his fingers through the frizzy curls starting to dry.
After dozing for a few minutes, Dennis opened his eyes again and started to push Jack off him. The feeling of cooling sweat and drying cum started to make his thighs itch.
“Get off me old man, you’re all sticky.” He mumbled.
“I wonder why,” Jack hummed, tying off the condom and throwing it into the trash bin. He left a kiss on the boy’s cheek before rolling over to grab his crutch and stand up next to the bed, “Think you can walk?”
“Yeah I should be good now.” Dennis pulled himself out of the bed, his knees shaking for a moment before they stabilized.
They took a quick shower together, rinsing the sweat and cum off their bodies. Jack quickly dried Dennis off and brought him back to the bed. They avoided the obviously damp spot-luckily on Robby’s side- and curled up in each other’s arms, falling asleep to the sound of each other’s breath.