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Noah Wyle + Robert Horry 🏀✨

i found these in my folders i think the theme was simply just robby standing there

Jack’s breath evens out sometime between the second and third act of the movie, and Robby tries to stay as still as he can until the end credits start rolling; his leg went numb at least fifteen minutes ago, pinned in place by the weight of Jack’s head—the base of his curls glint burnished bronze in the diffused glow of the lamplight, rich warmth hidden underneath solid streaks of grey, and Robby’s fingers twitch with the urge to sink deep into the strands, but he doesn’t dare.

His heart thumps like a kickdrum in his chest, heavy reverberating pulses that pound up against each and every rib; he doesn’t know why he feels so nervous—because there’s no other word to describe the tightness in his throat, or the way he feels like a balloon that’s about to burst. Jack had mentioned he’d been having trouble falling asleep lately, and Robby knew it had to be worse than he wanted to let on if it was bad enough that he brought it up and all, so Robby doesn’t want to risk stirring him from even the briefest snapshot of stolen rest.

“Eyeline” - Digital Oil Painting

My idea of what goes through Dean’s little bi heart as he stares at Cas’s lips. ^_^

Yes, I named this. there will be snippets later

Anyway, more ideas for the de aged duo

Older Robby is a flirt but he's appropriate. Younger Robby is a walking HR violation. He's young, hot, confident. He's just charming everyone around him. And when he learns people don't care if you're gay? Oh he's flirting with every nurse, intern and resident regardless of gender

Young Jack is still learning to control his temper. Several lockers are sacrificed to his need to hit something after Robby teases him again.

Robby is so excited to learn he owns a fucking motorcycle. He has to swear to Dana that he will wear his helmet at all times before she will turn over the keys.

Al-Hashimi decides they need to be kept together so Jack is moved to day shift. Langdon moves to night shift and is kinda glad because it is too weird to see Robby like this. (he might be a little jealous at how people flirt so hard with young Robby)

Robby is a casual smoker. He stopped after he got with Janey because he dodnt want Jake to be around second hand smoke. But 29 uear old Robby is still a smoker

Robby is both more and less sympathetic in this form. Hes less likely to have an outburst because of a panic attack but hes also more likely to listen to men over their female colleagues and do it more obviously

Both Jack and Robby have to unlearn some problematic language. I don't know who all remembers the late 90's/early 2000's but we were still using gay as an insult.

THey also get to learn fun, new language. Like pansexual and kink and non binary. The world has become a wonderful rainbow the boys are excited to explore

Trinity and Parker take them to drag night at a local gay bar and Robby lights up like a kid at Christmas. He becomes a regular

Because Robby's still got all his medical knowledge intact, he's still sort of in charge. Like yes, he looks thirty but knows what he's doing better than just about anyone.

More werewolf Popecarter

parts 1-8 linked here

It looks like it takes John a while to get there this time, which is a shift from before. The chat is impatient, and Andrew’s trying really hard not to get himself banned from the site by engaging with the other viewers (and by engaging, he means telling them to fuck off with how rude they’re being to John, and also, maybe, thinking about if there’s a way to find out where they live).

Andrew is pretty sure that John is not enjoying this. Last time, he’d been bright-eyed, leaning into the camera, laughing—this time, he’s almost wary. Andrew knows the look of someone performing. John is performing.

(And yeah, he’d probably been performing for Andrew, too. Andrew knows plenty of sex workers, has used their services on occasion, but. There’s a difference between working and enjoying your job, and gritting your teeth to get through it with a smile on your face. Andrew’s never been good at that last part, the smile part, but he’s not unaware of it.)

The sound of John’s hand is slick and wet around his cock, and he’s stretched out on his side, one knee canted up. His mouth hangs open, and his eyes are squeezed shut, so he can’t see the chat, but Andrew can tell he’s close, can tell he’s hovering right there on the edge.

He wishes he could say something, could lean in close, could lick that bead of sweat that’s trailing down the side of John’s neck. He can see the green sweater by John’s elbow where he’s propped up, still neatly folded, fabric tipping into John’s weight. It’s brushing his skin. Andrew hopes it feels nice against his arm.

Andrew presses a hand to his crotch, pants not even unzipped, but he’s mostly hard in his jeans.

He wishes he could do something, anything, to make John feel good, to push him over that edge—wishes he could do anything besides type messages in this awful cesspool of a chat. Wishes he could say something John could hear, anything that could get through to him as he fucks his hips into his fist.

John drops his face down, cheek pressed against the sweater, Andrew’s sweater, and Andrew gasps aloud at the way it makes his whole body go tight and hot.

look at you, he types one-handed, tipping with each message.

you deserve so many nice things

such a good boy

He’s rubbing over his cock now, through his jeans, groaning with the feel of the too-rough friction, but he’s moving his hand in time to John’s pace and it almost feels like John can see him, too.

There are other messages rolling in but he ignores them, focused on John.

can you come for me? he types, and hits the tip button a dozen times, quick, because he can’t be bothered to use the keyboard to change the amount. please, show me how good it feels

John’s eyes open, focus on the camera, and go wide—and his mouth moves, a little blurry on the screen, but it looks almost like he’s saying Andrew’s name as he comes all over himself.

#

John pants, falls back against the blanket on his back, stares at the ceiling for a long moment. He can hear the dings of tips coming through, but he’s already decided—yeah, this probably covered his rent for the month (maybe the next couple months), but he doesn’t think it’s for him, because all he wants is to cover himself up and maybe take a shower, get all those eyes off him.

He almost hadn’t been able to come, which would have been really embarrassing and maybe against the terms and conditions of the website? But then he’d looked at the screen and his porn stream guardian angel had been there, sweet against the backdrop of utter filth—although to call somebody telling him a good boy and asking him to come sweet is. Maybe a sign his standards are a little off—and he’d tipped John over the edge with his messages and his, well, tips.

He wishes there were a way to talk to him, to thank him, but he can’t, not in front of all these other people, and there’s no private messaging on the site (which is probably good, generally speaking, because even this level of interaction was pretty overwhelming and he can’t imagine an inbox of these guys without eyes on them).

John sits up, smiles at the camera. “Wow, thanks everybody,” he says. “Subscribe and I’ll maybe see you next time?”

always, Andrew says, and John can feel his blush.

He moves his mouse, cursor caressing Andrew’s icon because John’s sentimental and feeling a little bit of a post-orgasmic rush, and—

There’s a popup with a menu when he clicks.

INVITE SUBSCRIBER TO PRIVATE STREAM.

The stream times out all of a sudden, but the menu remains.

boy. there are a lot of you.

I'm Lis, a 1980s-vintage postal worker in Massachusetts who's been in fandom since the late 90s! I’m a parent of two and a union steward and a poll worker. Currently deep in the pitt, animal kingdom, ER, and project hail mary (with a bit of heated rivalry thrown in there). I'm on bsky under the same name!

If you are here for my camboy carter ER/animal kingdom crossover series, all the parts posted so far are on ao3 with a slight delay, and on tumblr here: part 1 part 2 part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11

If you like weird Wylosyverse crossovers, you will probably enjoy...

-my 50k popecarter series on ao3, where john carter and andrew cody show up for each other on their worst days

-Siria and my flynn carsen/sammy bryant librarian/southland crossover, where sammy gets tapped to be flynn's guardian right after the movies

I tag things that make me hoot aloud with laughter as #this kills the man (i am the man) and i recommend scrolling the tag if you need joy.