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Dennis is lacking on his anatomy, apparently. Twice in the same week he had charted wrong because he just forgot which muscle was which. After completely missing an artery, Robby told him to study up on his day off. So he searched for an anatomy book. How does an apartment with two (three if you count Yolanda) doctors living in it not have an anatomy book? Or any medical book?
Dennis goes to the library and is reminded that they don't typically keep medical textbooks. So he starts going through his contacts. No from Mel. Victoria isn't allowed to touch her mom's collection. Mohan doesn't have any but she sends him Abbot's number because he "knows the body" whatever that means. Dennis is starting to get sick of the ominous way his friends text.
308-870-3578 Do you have an anatomy textbook?
308-870-3578 It's Whitaker btw
He cringes at the abbreviation. He's supposed to keep this as professional as possible, this is his boss. He is grateful that the response he gets back isn't as professional as he expected
412-260-9938 why the hell would i have an anatomy textbook
308-870-3578 Idk Samira said you could help
412-260-9938 oh
412-260-9938 shes being bad
308-870-3578 What?
412-260-9938 nothing
412-260-9938 I'll send you my address
Dennis quickly rushes to get dressed. Shit. He's meeting his boss. Is this work related? How does he dress? He settles on a polo, the only decent top he has that isn't revealing. He also decides to save Dr. Abbot as a contact. It's nice to be able to get in touch with an attending. "I'm taking the car!" He closes the door before Trinity can argue.
Abbot's house is nice. In the rich part of Pittsburgh. He almost feels underdressed. Until he knocks on the door to see Dr. Abbot wearing cargo pants and a tank top. Dennis hopes he isn't blushing, he can't seriously be turned on by such a mediocre sight.
"Come in," Jack steps out of the way. A cat rubs up against Dennis's leg as he walks into the living room. "You aren't allergic, are you? I have quite a few."
"No sir." Dennis replies quietly as he eyes the cat tower. He hears a laugh behind him and tries to keep his body from reacting as a large hand tugs at the curls above his collar. "Did you do your hair before this?"
"Oh umm... Yes. I wanted to look professional." He mutters. He is definitely blushing now. He swears he hears the man murmur "cute" as he leads Dennis into his study.
"So, what's your issue? Where did you need a refresher?" Abbot asks as he sits at his desk.
"The abdomen. And the back. So the whole torso, I guess." Dennis stops fiddling with his fingers as Abbot puts a set of markers in his hand. "Wha-"
He stops talking, his jaw practically dropped in shock, when he watches Jack take his shirt off. The attending is sat with his broad chest on display. His skin looks soft, pliable. Dennis wants to pounce on him.
"I'm not the best model for this as I used to be, but I'm fitter than most guys my age." Jack says casually. He then, finally, notices the shock on the intern's face. "I never explained, did I? You're going to mark me. You'll use the markers to map out my anatomy. Blue for muscular, red for venous. If you need to go over the skeletal system we can do that at a later date. I'll review your work after you finish. Then we can go over what you messed up."
"I... Sir. This is-" He stops. His eyes span over Abbot's bare skin again. It's so tempting. He feels a hunger laying just beneath him.
"You can ogle later. For now, start on my stomach." Jack's voice snaps him back into reality and he murmurs a small "yes sir" as he nods.
He kneels so his eyes are in line with the man's stomach. He sits up straighter so his slouching doesn't throw Dennis off. Abbot isn't fat by any means, but he certainly looks soft. Dennis has the urge to push his face into him. He's sure he'd be a wonderful pillow. "So umm.." He decides to speak before he thinks any longer. "What do I do exactly?" A sigh comes from above him and he watches as the skin in front of him comes closer before pulling back.
"Just section of the muscles with the blue marker. Then draw in the veins with red. I'll flip around and you'll do the back." He tries his best to ground himself. Right. This is fine. He's just got to remember med school. Imagine Jack is a drawing of a person he has to color in. Even now, as he feels the attending's hand reaching down and stroking his hair. Even now, when he swears he hears Abbot call it soft above him.
He leans forward and presses the marker into Jack's side. He drags up the man's skin. He can now feel Jack's breath ruffling his hair as the man asks, trying his best not to move to much, "What are you tracing?"
"Your external oblique. Well, your left one. I'll trace the right one when we get to that side." He says, trying to keep as calm as possible. He takes a breath in when Jack replies with a simple, "Good."
"Did Samira know this was going to happen?" Dennis asks with a bit of a laugh as he moves to trace the man's pec in blue.
"Probably not." Jack responds. Then, a bit quieter. "She must've had something a bit more explicit in mind."
That makes Dennis's eyes snap up to meet Jack's. Jack laughs, making some of the marker smear towards his nipple. "Not right now, intern. We have to finish your lesson. Then, if you did well enough."
"Intern." Dennis huffs out as he moves back down. Abbot all but squirms when the marker reaches skin again. "Sorry. I'm a bit sensitive. What are you tracing now?"
"Rectus abdominis." He's trying to not think about where else Abbot might be sensitive. "And you just finished up with?"
"Pectoralis major, your left one."
"Don't forget my deltoids."
"You don't count those in with the arms?"
"I'm saying they're torso. So remember them."
"Yes sir." Dennis moves on to the other side, which is fairly easier because he's just mirroring what he did on the other side. "What did you mean about Samira?"
He watches Jack blush for the first time ever in front of him. It's not the burning red that Dennis is sure he's wearing, but a faint pink. "She may have taken me for drinks. I came out to her. Then I got a bit too drunk and said some things I shouldn't have. Some things about you. What are you on?"
"Right external oblique. Said some things about me? We've barely spoke, Dr. Abbot." It sounds almost teasing.
"Yes, but I've seen you. You're a nice sight, Dr. Whitaker." Abbot whispers into his ear as Dennis traces one of his deltoids. Dennis steps away when he's finished. "Does that look good, sir?"
"Very good. Now, do you want to do the back or start on the venous?"
"Oh umm... The veins, I guess."
"Alright," Abbot tilts his head up a bit. "Start at the neck and work your way down."
Dennis does as he's told. He leans forward to start when a hand pulls him to sit on Abbot's knee. The older man keeps his hand on Dennis's lap so he doesn't try to move away. It takes a moment for him to compose himself before he traces the vein down. "What are you tracing?"
"The internal jugular. Which goes into the brachiocephalic vein."
"Mhm." Abbot is quiet for most of the rest of the tracing. He then moves to the mirror in his bathroom. "What are these?"
"Your lumbar veins."
He clicks his tongue. "They should be lower. They are too close to the renal veins. And your lines are shaky."
He turns to Dennis with narrowing eyes and a frown on his face. "Are you nervous? Because you cannot afford to be nervous in the emergency room."
"I'm sorry, sir." This softens the man's gaze. He walks over and places a hand on Dennis's shoulder. "I can't be mad, kid. Not when you look at me like that. Let's just study up a bit more, alright?"
Abbot lays down on his bed, chest down. "Muscles, then veins." He mutters before burying his face in the pillow and letting Dennis get to work. He tries his best to stay calm as he perches himself on Abbot's back and takes marker to skin once again.
He feels himself bulge growing as he leans forward to trace the man's right infraspinatus. He revels in the pressure of his dick against Abbot's ass. He leans forward before the man sternly stops, "Wait. That is for after."
So Dennis returns to the agony of marking his attending's soft skin. Now, leaving red lines trailing down the center of his back and branching off. He leans back when he's done but doesn't get off just yet. He likes this view, Abbot laying below him. Willing. Waiting. "Can I do it now, Dr. Abbot?"
"Not until I check your work." Dennis huffs but rolls off and watches the man retreat to the bathroom.
"Very good." The words come with a soft kiss on his forehead. "You'll need to work on the venous system a bit more, but you didn't make as many mistakes as I expected." Abbot has a hand once again running through his locks. "Do you want your reward?"
"Yes please," Dennis watches the man undoing his belt. "Sir, could I top?"
He gets a laugh. "Of course. It's your choice."
Dennis scrambles to undress. He folds his clothes and sets them on the ground next to Abbot's abandoned bottoms. He turns to see the larger man there with arms crossed over his chest. Dennis's eyes trail down him. He traces the smear red and blue marks to where they stop at soft, untouched skin. The man is big, which he expected, and has a set of curly silver pubes that look surprisingly well maintained. His eyes snap back up when the man speaks, "You're staring."
"Oh, right." Dennis walks closer, trying his best to keep his eyes up. "Is this going to be a one time thing?" He asks while dragging a hand up over Jack's pec, smearing more marks across it.
"I hope not." Jack replies as he looks down at the man. "I can't let you slip away that easy, now can I?"
Dennis is slowly but surely pushing Jack back onto the bed. The man let's himself fall back and watches as Whitaker kneels in front of him. "Desperate, are we?" His teasing stops the second Dennis's mouth latches onto him. "Jesus Christ."
He sits with his legs spread, one hand in Dennis's hair as the other fumbles to get his prosthetic off. He grumble as he feels the intern still eagerly bobbing his head up and down on his cock. "Chill out, kid." He pulls him off with a tug of his hair. Pathetic sky blue eyes look up at him, pleading. He sighs and gently runs his hand back through his hair. "Just give me a moment. You're topping aren't you?"
"Mhm!" Dennis watches with a desperate grin as Abbot takes his prosthetic off and scoots back so his head is against the pillow. He leans with an arm behind his head. "There's a box in the closet. Lube is in there; I'm pretty sensitive so you're gonna need it. I'll tell you if you're too rough."
"Of course, sir!" He has a pep in his step as he moves over to the closet and returns with a bottle of lube in his hand. "I'll stretch you out first, alright? To prepare you."
Jack flips on his stomach to give Dennis clear access to what he's working with. He squirms as the younger man slips two of his fingers inside of him. He doesn't kick, not even when a third enters. He barely registers Dennis telling him that he's about to start.
He digs his teeth into the pillow as he feels Dennis's dick slowly push into him. The intern is careful and gentle. He starts with a smooth, slow rhythm. He's gentle when his speed picks up. "Is this alright, sir?" Abbot can only give a thumbs up.
A worthless whimper escapes into the pillow as Dennis finally lets himself but a bit rough. Jack realizes instantly that he has not bottomed in an embarrassingly long time. He forgot this thrill, the pleasure of having all his weak points prodded at. He grumbles as he feels the wet spot beneath his crotch, how could he let himself come so quickly?
Thankfully, Whitaker quickly follows in his climax. He lands as a soft weight across Jack's back. He's still buried inside of him, cock twitching slightly as he presses his nose into Jack's hair. They lay like that for a bit. Dennis is breathing everything out of the man's hair as he slowly lets himself recover. Damn, maybe he got too old for this. That's the last thought he has as his consciousness slips away from him.