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Something something huckleabbot because Robby was too slow to make a move on Dennis so abbot did
Something about Robby needing help getting something that requires a car rather then a motorcycle so he asks abbot for help and abbot asks if he can bring Dennis along and Robby says yes so he seems totally cool and chill about his best friend dating his student/crush
Robby coming out of his house and only seeing abbot in the car and asks where Dennis is, abbot smirking in response saying Dennis is in there
Robby getting closer and seeing Dennis leaning over the center console actively blowing jack and when he tries to look up at Robby abbot just pushes Dennis head back down putting him back to work
The most uncomfortable and sexually charged car ride of Robby’s life
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I looooooooove love love when people refer to Jack’s chest as his tits. Yeah he’s got nice pecs. He’s got a lovely toned muscled chest depending on his portrayal in fan creations, but ultimately he’s just got a really nice rack. His boobs are so soft looking. His tits look so squeezable and squishy. Those are literally his tits. It’s the best word for them.
What about... Jack impulsively adopts a dog from a shelter that rescues animals from kill shelters in other states.
Its a very impulsive adoption. He's just finished five consecutive night shifts. He really shouldn't be allowed to make any important decisions while that sleep-deprived but... hey. The dog needs a home. And Jack has more than enough space.
It's a big dog - about sixty pounds of muscle and fur. A German Shepherd mix with... something else. He's not exactly the prettiest dog in the shelter but he's smart as hell. And he absolutely adores Jack. Maybe his name is Buddy. Or Punch. Or Wuzz. Something equally ridiculous.
There's just one problem. He has severe separation anxiety. He can't be left alone. Not for five minutes. And definitely not for an entire night shift.
At first Jack tries hiring dog sitters. But he never quite feels comfortable leaving his best buddy with strangers.
So Robby volunteers. Soon enough it becomes normal. During shift handovers, the dog is waiting outside with Ahmad. Or curled up in the staff lounge, looking utterly heartbroken because Jack isn't around.
Before long everyone at the Pitt knows Jacks dog.
Eventually there's an actual rota for looking after him whenever Jack is working. Someone even creates a separate group chat. "The Dog Crew" or "The Pitt - Doggy Style".
The dog becomes the most spoiled dog in the entire state.
Sometimes Dennis takes him to Amys farm for the weekend and sends pictures of him staring at cows in complete confusion or proudly trying to herd the sheep.
Whenever Trinity has him she floods the group chat with fifty selfies.
And whenever someone has him overnight everyone else keeps checking in. "Has he eaten?" "Did he settle?" "Tell him I love him." "Miss him already :("
Someone eventually nicknames him "the Pitt Bull."
He never learns how to stay home alone. But he never has to. Because somehow... he ends up with an entire second family.
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Little blurb based on this (and also thank you @sheldoncooperiscool for the extra inspo)
Jack has been staring at him the whole night.
Robby doesn't know him well; they share a few classes, but their social circles didn't cross until two of their friends started dating. Their few nights out together have been fun, though oddly intense. Something thick sits under the surface of their conversations. Robby is too cowardly to poke at it, but that hasn't stopped him from bringing Jack into his morning fantasies.
"Bust," Jack says lowly. Of course, his last throw is the one time Robby hits the bullseye. "I win."
"That you do." Robby takes his beer back from Jack. Their fingers brush over the condensation.
Behind them, their friends flurry around the dart board to set up a new game. "Start without me," Jack says. "I'm taking a smoke break."
"Do you mind sharing?" Robby asks before he can stop himself.
Jack finishes the last of his beer; a bit of it dribbles out the side of his mouth and strings a tempting trail down his neck. "Not at all."
The thin yellow light of the alleyway creates a halo around Jack's curls. Robby rocks back and forth on his feet, pretending to be interested in the crumbling bricks, as Jack digs a pack out of his pocket.
Jack places the cigarette between his lips. "We can share."
Robby laughs, but it fades as Jack lights it without breaking eye contact. "Share... a cigarette?"
Jack's sun-kissed skin is emphasized as his cheeks hollow around the drag, he nods and releases the smoke slowly. "If you want."
"Uh," Robby is hypnotized by the way Jack wets his lips. "Sure." He holds a hand out, but it's ignored. Jack flips the cigarette between his fingers and places it an inch away from Robby's mouth.
He stares at Jack for a moment, taking in the challenge behind his eyes, then delicately wraps his lips around the end, tentatively brushing calloused skin as he sucks in a breath. Jack pulls the cigarette away and steps forward; the toes of his shoes knock against Robby's.
Robby exhales. The blood in his ears matches the dull thud of the bar's music through the walls.
"There's an idea," Jack says lowly. He takes another step, crowding Robby against the rough brick. "We could actually share."
"What do you mean?"
"Open your mouth." Robby obeys embarrassingly quickly. The sharp bite of the smoke overwhelms him as Jack releases his drag into his mouth. His thoughts float away with it. "Your turn."
Jack pokes his tongue ever so slightly over his bottom teeth; his mouth looks hot and inviting. Robby blows his hit inside it.
The cigarette twitches slightly in Jack's hand. "You know, buddy of mine did a study abroad in London. He said over there they call these fags."
Ash falls to the concrete. "Why's that?"
"I don't fucking know." Jack smirks, "I prefer the fags we have here."
Robby's dick twitches. "Do you know any?"
The smirk grows. Jack nods. "Do you?" He takes a long drag; his Adam's apple bobs deliciously with it.
"Intimately," Robby answers.
Jack leans closer, holding the smoke in only centimeters away from Robby's mouth. He up with enchanting eyes, giving one last out Robby has no intention of taking.
Robby presses his lips to Jack's and takes in the smoke. Bitterness has never been so appetizing.
The next kiss is a real one. No excuses, just hungrily licking into each other's mouths with the small buzz lingering in the back of their minds. Realistically, the kiss tastes terrible, but Robby would rather die than give up the stale aftertaste of nicotine right now.
Jack rolls his hips against Robby's. Their belt buckles clack together in the quiet of the night, not that either of them can hear it. Anything that isn't Jack panting into his mouth gets washed away in Robby's mind.
Even through two sets of jeans, Jack's dick feels heavy. Robby wonders how thick it is, if he wouldn't be able to stop the drool leaking from the corners of his mouth as he buried his nose in Jack's pubic hair. He moans softly into Jack's mouth.
Jack traces Robby's teeth with his tongue one final time, then moves downward, leaving a hot, wet trail in his wake. The cigarette is still perched between two of his fingers, his wrist resting on Robby's shoulder. Robby tilts his head and takes another quick drag. He's never had a buzz like this from nicotine before.
A firm hand cups Robby's bulge and massages it. Smoke slides from Robby's lips as he lets out a weak noise, which only encourages Jack's movements. He's beginning to fiddle with the zipper when the loud, metallic screech of the door interrupts them.
Jack rips himself away, and Robby busies himself with finishing off the cigarette.
"Yo, Jack," the person says. "Can I have one?"
Jack digs the box out of his pocket and tosses it. Robby squints at him knowingly, but Jack doesn't have the sense to be ashamed. He stares Robby down and licks across the bottom of his teeth.
"Hey, man, I'm gonna head out," Jack says, never taking his eyes off Robby.
"Oh, already?"
"Yeah, I got some stuff I need to take care of at home."
"Me too," Robby says. He flicks the cigarette to the ground.
Jack crushes it under his foot. The smirk returns. "Need a ride?"
In regards to my last post, let's swing wildly to the opposite side of the spectrum! Rabbot who have a *pleasure* sharing soulmate link 👀 Except it's ROBBY who doesn't know, cause Jack hasn't been with anyone since his wife and Robby is the biggest slut in the ED.
Every other night Jack distinctly has the feeling of his dick getting sucked or buried deep in something wet and warm. It's fucking killing Jack. He works the night shift, so he has to spend like 15mins (lmao) in a bathroom stall. Hands and forehead presses against the wall.
Gasping for air as he feels like his soul is being sucked out through his dick. Finally finally he feels himself getting close, so he pulls himself out. He doesn't even have to stroke himself, the ghost-like touch doing all the work to get him off.
BETTER YET Robby during his shift. It's finally the afternoon and it's been such a long day. There's this feeling creeping up on him. The lightest tickling touches across his cock; gentle stroking of the frenulum. Robby hiding in the bathroom as he feels his dick get hard, but then...the feeling changes...
The lightest touch over his hole...a tentative press or pressure...something sliding inside...Robby leans against the stall, his head thrown back. Robby's never been fingered before, didn't know it could feel like that. He gets stretched out wider and wider.
He's never felt so full. Something bigger pushing inside so deep; it hits something that has his vision going white. He covers his mouth with his hand, unable to keep his moans contained.
It's sweet torture until he finally cums from the slow fucking, not knowing Jack's at home with his toy and imagining Robby 🤭
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Every once in a while, when Robby starts to notice Jack sinking lower and lower with seemingly no solution despite his efforts, he’ll meticulously wax, trim, and manicure the hair on his entire body. He hates the feeling of it, how smooth the skin is in some places. How pale and old it makes him look. He hasn’t seen his bare jaw in years. But it’s worth it, every time, because there’s nothing like the glow it gives Jack to relive Robby’s twink death and turn back into the big beautiful hairy man he’d aged into. It always cheers him up and snaps him back to normal, like Robby has some secret Jack Abbot reset button.
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