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When Robby handed over his apartment keys to Whitaker, he forgot to mention one tiny detail.
Security cameras.
Back when he first got the place, Janey had a cat that didn't know how to behave. The cameras were her idea, but he kept them up even after the breakup and the horrible cat moved out with her and Jake. Now, the cameras just kept an eye on him and his random collections of things, trinkets, and books.
Robby honestly forgot about the cameras until he was sitting in a motel on the first night of his trip. A notification sounded on his phone with an unfamiliar chime. He pulled it out of his jacket pocket and raised an eyebrow.
"Movement detected in doorway."
Robby clicked on it before he could really think about what it was. A video popped up on his phone screen, grainy and black and white. Although, of course, he could make out the figure of his most trusted year one resident.
Whitaker stood in the doorway awkwardly. He slipped off his shoes and coat at the door, padding around on the hardwood floor as if he was waiting for something to pop out at him.
Robby was too busy watching him give himself a little tour of the place to realize that this was…creepy. He was spying on some poor guy right now, someone below him in the staff hierarchy, at that. This was a blatant invasion of privacy.
Whitaker moved between rooms curiously. He wasn't a snoop, thank god, and merely poked his head in various rooms before closing the doors.
Dennis found his way to the bedroom and tossed down a backpack on the bed. He curled up under the sheets and…oh. He was sleeping there. Robby didn't tell him to do that. He figured Dennis would just pop in here and there, not, y'know, move in.
Still, he figured it was late, anyhow. Maybe Dennis just didn't feel like heading home. Robby decided that he wasn't creepy enough to watch his intern sleep, and turned off his phone before laying back in his motel bed.
Originally, he wouldn't have cared. However, now that his trip plans had changed and he intended on coming back after all, he was a little unsure about the situation.
Oh well, at least it was his place and not Amy's.
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Robby was trying not to be a creep but…look, there's a reason that cat was so fucking curious, ok?
It became a bit of a routine, checking in on Dennis. He liked watching him shed his doctor persona at the door and become a normal human for a bit. He liked seeing if he had friends over, what he ate for dinner, if he watched any TV.
However, he was getting a little…worried. Dennis started coming back later and later. He started sleeping on the couch, too exhausted to drag himself to bed. Robby kept hearing phone calls that went like, "Yeah, I can cover your shift tomorrow. I mean, I am a little busy, but I'll figure it out. No, don't worry."
God, if Robby didn't feel protective over the boy before, he sure did now.
One night, he watched Dennis come home, stare at the wall, silently eat half a pack of crackers, stare more, and pass out on the couch. All without changing out of his scrubs.
So, that was the night that he texted Jack.
"Hey, is Whitaker working a few night shifts now?"
Jack answered quickly, which gave Robby way too much of an ego boost. Look, he liked being Jack's favorite…lover? He wasn't really sure what to call what they did. He felt a little too old to use the term situationship, and friend's aren't supposed to have sex, so lover would just have to do, he supposed.
"Yeah, he's covering some shifts. Why?"
"I'm worried about him. I think he's been working too hard?"
"How do you know? Have you two been texting or something?"
Robby chewed his necklace as he thought. He really didn't wanna answer that.
Not-so-thankfully, Jack did it for him.
"Ohhh, the cameras. You old pervert."
"It's not like that, I was just checking on the house. Don't make it weird."
"You're the one who wants to jump his young bones."
"God, you're gross. Just check on him, please?"
"Will do."
They texted a little longer before Jack had to get back to work. Robby always forgot how filthy of a mouth Jack had until everything was in text. Then, he found his face flushing at comments he could usually just ignore from him.
Suggesting that he wanted to fuck his resident was the most shocking. Not because it was untrue, though. Robby didn't hide it well.
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"Movement detected in bedroom."
"Movement detected in hallway."
"Loud noise detected in bedroom."
"Movement detected in bedroom."
Robby was getting really sick of swiping away notifications. Jack had called him the other night to tell him that Dennis was okay and he was making sure of it, so Robby quit checking the cameras for a few day. He didn't want to intrude in case there was something wrong and he only wanted Jack to know, as much as that would sting Robby.
He just opened the app to turn off the notifications.
Instead, on his grainy, black and white screen, he watched in abject horror as his bed shook and his resident laughed out a moan to some mystery guy that Robby couldn't fully make out in the video. He quickly slammed his phone on his lap, immediately regretting it when the pain of hitting his quickly tightening pants registered.
He dialed Jack, because hook up culture did not seem like Dennis's thing.
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Jack grinned at Dennis, currently sitting back on his thighs, bottomed out.
"Why'd you stop?" Dennis muttered, brain too slush to understand what was happening.
Jack rubbed his hip fondly. "Robby's calling," he said, wiggling his phone.
Dennis's face flushed. He started to get off Jack, but the older man pushed him back down gently.
"Nuh uh," Jack hummed. "You're okay."
"Abbot-"
"Shhh. I want you where you are."
Dennis quit arguing. Jack answered on the fifth ring.
"Hey," he grinned, giving Dennis's hip a little pat.
"Hey. What're you doing?"
Jack really considered saying "not what, but who." For Dennis's sake, he didn't. Yet.
"Why?" He smirked. He patted Dennis's hip a little more insistently and mouthed "keep going."
"I dunno, I'm just worried about him. I think he has a guy over or something…as in, I think he's hooking up right now."
"Why's that worrisome?"
"I guess, just…it doesn't seem like something he'd usually do."
Jack was fucking beaming. Dennis still didn't move his hips, looking nervously between Jack and his phone. Jack stroked Dennis's hair comfortingly and moved his hips for him, listening as the bed frame started creaking again.
"I think you'd be surprised," Jack said.
"I guess it could be- wait. What's that sound? On your end?"
"What sound?"
"That creaking. It sounds just like my…holy fuck."
Jack dissolved into laughter. Robby yelled at him down the line.
"Oh, you're just mad you didn't get to him first," Jack chuckled, pinching Dennis's cheek as he talked about him.
"You fucking bet I am."
"What're you gonna do about it?"
"I'm coming home early."
Before Jack could ready another snide remark, Robby hung up.
Dennis looked at him with his huge, doe eyes. Robby really should be jealous. "What'd he say?"
Jack shook his head and chuckled. "Oh, nothing. He's just coming home early."
"Does he…does he know?"
Jack pointed to the camera, half hidden on the top of the dresser.
"Yeah, baby. He knows."
Dennis squirmed. "Oh my god-"
Jack tugged him back down.
"Nope. Let him watch. C'mon, you said you wanted to fuck him. Give him a preview."
Dennis looked at the camera, eyes as big as saucers and face beet red. He nodded slowly, and did as told.