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it’s over something minor, and they’re not full-on yelling at each other or anything like that, but whitaker is obviously frustrated, face red. and then, robby gets this smirk on his face, just for a moment, thinking about the last time he saw whitaker with a red face like that.

seconds later, they are furiously making out, robby backing whitaker against a wall if they were standing, or whitaker in robby’s lap if they were sitting. neither of them have relented to their side of the argument yet, and whitaker’s even bringing it up as robby’s hand is teasing at the button of his pants. robby’s kissing his neck and muttering “mhm, whatever you say” just to piss him off more.

when robby’s fingering his resident twink, he’s got that smirk again, asking “are you still mad at me?” in a teasing voice. whitaker is struggling to keep his point straight, struggling to get anything out besides pants and whimpers. robby is teasing more: “moan if I’m right”, and whitaker’s trying to keep his mouth closed, a tight line where he’s sucked his bottom lip in.

when they start fucking, robby is again at whitaker’s neck, but he’s nipping this time, stroking whitaker’s cock/tcock while he absolutely pounds him into the mattress/wall/couch. he’s being annoying as hell about it too—“so hard/wet, do you get off on this or something?” and “come if I’m right. c’mon, you know you want to.” whitaker tries to hold it off as long as he can, but soon, that all-encompassing heat comes over him, and robby’s muttering “that’s what I thought” before choking out a moan of his own and coming as deeply inside as he can.

“I’m glad you see my side” is what robby says when he’s bringing a towel, and whitaker huffs out “we’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

and they do talk about it the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that, until they’ve both gained a pavlovian response to seeing each others’ eyebrows pinch. of course, whitaker doesn’t always lose their “arguments”—sometimes getting robby to relent with a blowjob juuuust the way robby likes it, including intense eye contact as tears spring to whitaker’s eyes. then, sometimes, sometimes, robby will relent, but just as often, he’s prideful, pulling whitaker up from kneeling to pound him doggystyle into the nearest flat surface.

as w some of my previous yappings, I like a trans whitaker headcanon for this, because it’s interesting to me for a repressed robby to see his attraction towards whitaker as…not quite gay. (in this hc, whitaker hasn’t changed his name or shows up as F or smth in the system, so robby knows from the get.) yes, this is a very transphobic sentiment, but I do think it’s realistic to robby’s character—I believe he has biases that he doesn’t fully accept. so, I don’t think he’d ever say it aloud, but he’s not having an identity crisis…before whitaker becomes fully lodged under his wing. it quickly becomes apparent to robby that this is a man, not just for lipservice, but in the way whitaker carries himself, moves through the world. whitaker has full confidence in his manhood—and it makes him all the more attractive to robby. oops. maybe robby’s identity crisis happens on his own, but maybe his identity crisis becomes apparent to whitaker eventually. because robby can’t stop asking questions, the type of questions that would typically annoy a trans person.

“what’s it like being trans?” is the overarching one, asked multiple times (and meant to be neutral, like “what’s it like living in [neighborhood]” “oh there’s this great coffee shop…”). whitaker doesn’t know how exactly to answer, saying something vague about the state of the world, so robby has to get more specific. “what’s your dating life like?” (“oh, hah, I’m not really…seeing anyone. too busy.”) “is it any different being trans?” (“yeah, I guess? I wouldn’t know the, uhm, other way around?”) “how long have you been on hormones?” (“a few years now. on and off. money’s tight, y’know?”)

but the kicker is: whitaker gets self-conscious about a loud, squeaky voice crack in the middle of a particularly-challenging intubation, and even more self conscious when garcia/park (take your pick) tease him. he complains later about it to robby, and robby says, “well, you’re still early in your transition; the voice cracks will let up”.

whitaker wasn’t early in his transition—he passed 99.9% of the time, save for one particularly drunk femme at a lesbian bar santos dragged him to—and for a few days, it really made him even more self-conscious. he even complained about it to santos, and though she and robby also have a good relationship themselves, santos is quick to a pshhh sound and “what does he know? he’s so fuckin gay for hoorah semper fi soldier that he doesn’t know twinks exist”

whitaker hadn’t seriously considered robby being gay before that point, maybe besides some guilty jerk-off fantasies. suddenly, the questions from before click into focus. robby’s having an identity crisis over his attraction to whitaker. when whitaker realizes, he’s standing, and he feels his knees wobble just a bit at the weight of the realization settling on his shoulders.

when they finally have a sexual encounter after months of mutual crushing, robby’s still in the stage of [whitaker is a man + I’m attracted to whitaker = gay????], and he’s trying so hard to deny it, but whitaker is just as much a man in bed as in life. he’s got initiative, frankly, pushing robby onto his back and holding down one of robby’s wrists as he rides him and leans down to kiss him.

but instead of the doubt and worrying that’d plagued robby before, he feels that deep pride that comes from self-discovery, especially of this kind. and when whitaker teases him by calling him a fag, he comes early and harder than he ever has in his life.

both of them continue to use the word to their advantage, the pulse in their intimate areas whenever it’s used. “you like it, you fuckin fag?” is muttered by robby as he shoves whitaker’s head into a pillow, AND by whitaker as he palms robby’s package through his pants, whispered in the older man’s ear.