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At the end of his shift, Robby ducks into an empty psychiatric room near the end of the hall, sitting down on the bed with a sigh. It had surprisingly been a pretty calm day, so he could probably get away with resting here for a moment or so. He just sits there for a moment blankly looking at the wall, running a hand through his hair. Nothing exactly exciting has happened today, but fuck, shit’s been crazy lately. Between him having to bench Langdon and Dana planning on leaving, he's a little stretched thin. He just needs to sit for a minute… only a minute.
Across the hall, Whittaker is running around like a mad man, currently chasing the daughter of a patient after he accidentally let her out of his sight. After he successfully catches up to her and returns her to her mother, he collapses against the nurse's station with a sigh. He looks up at the board, deciding to go see the man who came in with a thigh laceration.
He takes the long way to the patient's room, hoping to avoid Santos after the embarrassing catastrophe that was her catching him half naked last week, dancing like an idiot. He walks down the end of the hallway, just about to turn when something catches his eye. It's Robby, staring blankly at the wall in a… is that one of the padded rooms? He raises an eyebrow and walks over, gently knocking before popping inside.
"Hey… you doing okay in here?" Whittaker asks with slight concern, leaning against the doorframe as he folds his arms over his chest. Robby looks up at him and sighs, running another hand through his hair. "I'm fine, I just… needed a moment."
Whittaker walks over to him and sits beside him on the bed, throwing an arm over his shoulder and pulling him into his side slightly. Robby lets him pull him closer, resting his head on his shoulder.
Whittaker pauses, not because he's uncomfortable, but because he happens to be covered in blood from an unfortunate fasciotomy he had to perform earlier. "Are you sure you wanna…" He gestures at himself, his shirt and even some of his faced splashed red.
Robby looks up to see what he means, swallowing when he does. "Christ…" He mutters, not mentioning how a strange flutter appeared in his stomach at the sight of his boyfriend covered in blood. The sight of blood shouldn't affect him, he sees it everyday after all, but for some reason… "It's fine." He mumbles, scooting closer.
Whittaker raises a eyebrow, looking down at him. He smirks slightly, seemingly aware of his unusual response. Call it romantic intuition, if you will. "It's fine? You sure you don't want me to change?" He leans down slightly, whispering in Robby's ear. "Or take my shirt off entirely?"
Robby freezes, looking up at him with slightly parted lips. Fuck, that's tempting, but he remembers where they are - a literal padded room at work. He hesitates, the two of them never having actually hooked up in the pitt before. "Here, now? At work? You can't be serious…"
Whittaker interrupts with a smirk, cupping his face in his hand. "Oh come on, it's a psych room, we can barricade the door. Only if you want to…" He leans in closer, his warm breath washing over Robby's ear.
Robby's dick jumps in his pants at the tone in Whittaker's voice, the pure suggestion and thrill. He'd be lying if he said it didn't sound enticing - a good fuck would be a nice solution to his sour mood. He looks up at Whittaker, giving in far too soon. "You'll lock the door?"
Whittaker gently bites his earlobe, his hands already moving to pull off his blood stained scrub top. "Of course." He lets go of Robby for just a second to get up and lock the door, drawing the blinds to the window shut while he's at it. As mentioned earlier it's been a rather slow day, which means hopefully nobody will interrupt then.
Whittaker sits back down next to him, closer than before. He gently grabs Robby's chin to tilt his face closer to his, connecting their lips in a messy kiss. Robby contentedly sighs into the kiss, his hand coming up to rest on Whittaker's shoulder.
Whittaker knows they can't really fuck, not without lube or a condom, but he can still make Robby feel good in… other ways. He deepens the kiss , leaning over Robby slightly as he leans back. His hand snakes between his legs, cupping his growing erection over his scrub pants.
Robby groans into the kiss before remembering they need to be quiet, his legs spreading slightly to accommodate his hand. He leans back on the bed as Whittaker climbs over him, Robby realizing they're actually doing this - they're gonna hook up at work.
After a few moments Whittaker breaks the kiss to nip at Robby's neck, enjoying the hitching of his breath as he does. He lightly squeezes his cock through his pants, kneeling between his spread thighs now. He already knows what he wants to do, something quick and perfect for this situation. He leans down, whispering into Robby's ear with a smirk. "Want me to blow you?"
"Fuck…" Robby's cock throbs in response to his blunt question, showing that's exactly what he wants in this moment. "Y-Yeah, I do. Please." He lays back, biting his lip as Whittaker continues teasing him through his clothes.
Pleased, Whittaker trails a few more kisses down his body until his face is hovering over his crotch. His lips part slightly, his fingers slipping under the waistband of Robby's pants and boxers as he slides them down. He wraps his hand around his length, giving it a few strokes which pulls a quiet groan from Robby in response. Deciding he's teased him enough, he leans down and circles the tip of his cock with his tongue before taking his length into his mouth, still stroking whatever won't fit.
Robby's lips part with a silent groan as soon as he feels the warmth of Whittaker's mouth surround him, his hips automatically lifting ever so slightly off the bed. He threads his hand through his hair as he buries his head between his legs, the sight of his mouth stretching around his cock almost enough to make him cum prematurely. They've both been busy with work lately and haven't had a lot of time to get together, and the wait only makes this feel even more heavenly for Robby.
Whittaker hears the quiet sounds Robby is desperately trying to stifle, and it only spurs him on. He traces the underside of his cock with his tongue, starting to bob his head around him. He plants one of his hands on his thigh as he blows him, gently squeezing in an affectionate gesture. He looks up at him with a heated gaze, wanting to see his reaction.
"Fuck, you're so good at that…" Robby quietly rasps, his head falling back onto the mattress as Whittaker starts to bob his head. His hips mindlessly lift off the bed to meet his movements, that familiar pool of heat already forming in his stomach. He's not usually one to cum quick, but fuck, it's been too long and this feels amazing. He feels his cock throb in Whittaker's mouth as he does that damned thing with his tongue, knowing he's not gonna last much longer.
Whittaker smirks around him slightly, seeing him already getting sensitive. Wanting to make him feel as good as possible in the little time they have, he brings his other hand up to gently run up and down his stomach. It's an innocent touch compared to the much less innocent things he's currently doing with his mouth, almost worshipful. He starts to bob his head faster, sucking around his cock.
Robby gasps slightly as he starts to speed things up, his hand tightening in his hair. "I'm gonna.. I'm gonna cum soon…" He bites out, his cock leaking precum onto Whittaker's tongue. He doesn't know if it's just because he hasn't gotten off in about a week or because Whittaker is just that good - but this feels perfect. One of his legs draws up slightly, his hips just barely thrusting up into his mouth.
Whittaker suddenly pulls back and grabs his cock, looking up at him. "Cum in my mouth then." Then just as quick, he takes Robby's cock back into his mouth even deeper than before, his hand gently squeezing the base for extra stimulation. He looks back up at him, wanting to see his face when he cums.
"Dennis, I… Shit!" With a loud gasp, his hand tightens in Whittaker's hair, his hips jerking up towards his mouth as he cums down his throat. His eyes roll back up towards the ceiling slightly, a groan being pulled from his throat when Whittaker swallows around his cock. Once he's done, his hips fall back flat onto the bed, his chest rising and falling quicker than usual as he catches his breath.
Whittaker smirks around him, swallowing every last drop of his cum. I mean, it's not like he had any other choice since they'll still have to walk past people once they leave and he can't change clothes if he was to cum anywhere else… at least that's what he tells himself anyway. He finally pulls off, giving Robby's cock a few last strokes before letting go and pulling his pants and boxers back up.
He crawls up his body, reconnecting their lips in a kiss. Robby moans slightly into his mouth, tasting himself on his lips. They eventually both break away after a moment to catch their breath, Whittaker laying beside him on his side so he can face him. "Feel better now?"
Robby lazily smiles and turns his head to face him, still catching his breath. "Yeah, I do actually… can you do that every time I have a shitty shift?" Whittaker snorts softly, propping himself up on his elbow. "If I blow you every time you have a bad day, it won't be special anymore."
He looks up at the wall, seeing that it's 6:30PM now, an half hour after their shift. He stands up, pulling Robby to sit up. "Look at that, perfect timing. We don't even have to clean up." He smirks, knowing exactly why that is. He straightens his hair back out from where Robby pulled it, grabbing a clean scrub top from one of the drawers to replace his bloodied one from earlier.
Robby stands up, his hands finding Whittaker's waist from behind. "You're dangerous to my sanity, you know that?" Despite his words, he presses a kiss to the top of his head, straightening out his clothes. Now in a much better mood, he walks out behind Whittaker, going home for the day.
Around the corner, Dana and McKay sit at the nurse's station, smirking to each other as they watch the two leave. Dana discreetly points at Whittaker, turning to McKay. "Is it just me, or did that boy have a little something below his lip?" McKay quietly chuckles, nodding "No, he definitely did. Those two… shameless, I tell you."