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Robby had his hand on the nape of Dennis' neck while the boy talked, he savored the feeling of the boy's warm skin under his palm, the way Dennis' face flushed after every touch. It was precious, valuable.
Robby had dark thoughts before, but not this obsessive, not over a med student. Everytime Robby saw the boy he just wanted to roam his hands everywhere other his body, feel that smooth skin under his palms, twitching or trembling from embarassment or arousal, either seemed appealing to Robby.
He felt his cock slowly hardening in his pants at that thought, his fingers twitched at Dennis' nape, the boy's face was flushed pink, the tips of his ears to his cheeks. So fucking cute, Robby thought.
Fragile. Soft. All mine soon enough. He could wait. Watch him from a distance. It will all be worth it when he finally gets his hands on that sun-kissed skin. His strong muscles flexing under him.
"Dr. Robby?" The voice snapped him out of his thoughts, he looked down at Dennis' eyes. He cleared his throat.
"Yeah?" His voice was slightly rough from arousal, Dennis' face flushed when his thumb unconsiously rubs against the nape of his neck. "I-I needed your, uh, thoughts on this case." Dennis stuttered softly, trying not to focus on Robby's hand.
"You did good, Dennis, keep up the good work."
Praise. It melted into Dennis' head like honey. Fuzzy and warm. His face was flushed ears to neck. Dennis had always liked Robby as an attending, he was encouraging, soft, firm, and handsy. Trinity had always teased him about his 'old man crush', finding new ways to embarass him about his crush. He spotted Trinity smiling smugly at him from her chair near the nurse's station. Of course she saw that.
"T-thank you, Rob-Robby." Dennis said almost breathlessly, Robby's thumb slid across the skin, making him shiver slightly from the touch before he pulled away.
Robby quietly smiled to himself as he turned to walk away, he was so flustered under my touch, so shy and willing. He was proud in what state he left Dennis in, flustered, embarassed, fuzzy, and hard. He can't wait to get his hands under those damn scrubs.
Robby pushed the door open into the bathroom to pound one out.
After handoffs, Robby overheard Trinity and Dennis talking. "When will you be done?" Dennis asked in a bored tone, leaning against a wall where she was charting. "You're so impatient fuckleberry, let me finish this chart and we'll go home!" Santos gestured, annoyed by his nagging.
Robby waited a few minutes before leaving, so he could tail them in time. To watch Dennis, and his perfect fucking face.
Robby sat in his car, tapping the dashboard while he waited for them to drive off so he could tail. He spotted Trinity talking to Dennis while walking to her beat up honda, He squinted to get a better look, he should get binoculars. Maybe.
He watched carefully, his eyes tracking every movement from Dennis, he just couldn't get enough couldn't he? Dennis opened the door to the passenger's seat, huffing softly when Trinity mentioned how loud his white noise machine was.
"It's so fucking loud it turns me off." Trinity groans, turning the engine on, Dennis rolls his eyes at her unessessary comment. Yeah, sure it was loud but it was better than hearing two lesbians sounding like hyenas in heat. "You're so loud it turns me off." Dennis retorts, it's always stupid arguements that happen in the car, or just easy banter. Dennis' lips curled into a slight pout.
Robby tailed Trinity's car when she drove out the parking lot, following most of the time, stopping so she doesn't see his SUV so often to get suspicious. Robby parked 3 cars behind as he took pictures from his phone, zoomed in on Dennis while Trinity groaned impatiently about the red light, she asked Dennis a question, Robby couldn't hear from here.
Robby watched as Dennis pressed his lips together, his eyebrows furrowed as Trinity said something. He looks beautiful even when he's thinking, Robby tightened his grip on the binoculars as he tried getting a good angle of Dennis from so far, Trinity made a left turn in the black SUV.
"Fuck!"
Robby slammed his hand on the armrest of his car, he lost sight of Dennis. He needed to see him, to see the boy's face. To see that sun-kissed skin, the lean muscle, his curly hair he just wants to bury his fingers in. More explict and disturbing thoughts started creeping into Robby's head. He wanted to see him sobbing on his dick, tears streaming down from the stretch, his tight hole squeezing around his shaft. He wanted to leave marks all over that untouched skin, bruises, hickeys, bites, anything. He wanted to wrap his hands around his small neck and have him struggle for air, watch him squirm and tears prick at his eyes from lack of oxygen and pain.
Well. Shit. He lost sight of him.