Hi! I’m Katie. 30s. I use she/her/they pronouns. I’m queer/bi/pan whatever, basically I do not discriminate. (Although I prefer my men fictional, queer and/or written by women). I’ve been on here way too long for my own good. I’m a mom, boss and social worker. Still that emo kid from 2006. Always impatiently waiting for spooky season.
I am a genuine tag yapper and serial reblogger. I tend to just tag whatever random thought I have at the moment. Most of it is pure nonsense and horny ramblings (it’s all I have to contribute 🤣)
Noah Wyle and Shawn Hatosy have got me by the throat. Most of the shit on here is dedicated to them and the beautiful women of The Pitt and ER (I’m currently rewatching). I am a Michael Robinavitch, Andrew Cody and Kerry Weaver apologist.
You can also follow me on my main @mspennylane (mclennon is real) or on my other SVU side blog @barisibabe
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day shift and night shift uniting in shared misery just waiting for robby to come back—not only because they missed robby themselves, but also because jack has been in full-blown grieving husband mode and a miserable mess ever since robby left
Rabbot are so intense about each other that there is literally no way that they’re getting any of their clothes off the first time they hook up btw. All those years of tension? They just end up dry humping on the sofa until they both come in their cargo pants.
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sometimes I forget how mainstream the pitt is and I end up making "robby's coming back from his sabbatical revealing he's pregnant with abbot's baby" comment under a tiktok and I get flamed for it because apparently that's messed up and I'm making everything gay
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Robby waited on the roof for twenty minutes before he finally acknowledged Jack wasn’t coming. He can’t blame him, if Jack had pulled any of this shit he’d probably be acting the same. He’d hoped though. He’d spent all morning going over and over what he had to say. Had mentally practised their conversation from every angle.
He’s tried to tell himself Jack didn’t know he was up there but he knows it’s a load of shit. Jack knows him better than he knows himself. Knows the parts of Robby that no one else could ever look at directly. Jack chose not to come to the roof, might choose never to come up there again, and Robby has no one to blame but himself.
When he drags himself back downstairs and walks into the ED he feels everyone’s eyes on him. His are searching for Jack. They find him at the nurses station already looking at him, scanning the wet hair and shoulders, the new hoodie. He makes a point to turn back to the computer and Robby feels an awful lot like he could cry, again, right there surrounded by colleagues.
People want to greet him, want to wish him well and ask about his trip. Robby keeps his eyes low and keeps moving, determined to be where Jack is.
“You’re late.” Jack tells him, hasn’t even turned around.
“Still five minutes until my shift starts.” Robby tries for light but doesn’t manage it. He sounds terrified, which is about right.
“You’re a month and some fucking change late by my count.” Jack hisses as he whips around in the chair, eyes blazing and absolutely furious. God he’s gorgeous like this, though Robby would do anything to have that rage directed at someone else.
“Jack, I-” a hand in front of his face halts him.
“I really, abso-fucking-lutely cannot hear this right now Mike. Dr Al-Hashimi will conduct your handover.” And Jack walks away then, not another word or a look back.
Robby almost misses it, can’t hear much over the ringing in his ears: when Jack had held up his hand his ring had been gone.
The shift is, predictably, fucking awful. Just a complete horror show from start to finish. Robby hates that it’s a relief that he feels okay, like maybe the crushing weight of the world isn’t all resting on his shoulders. He hates that his time away actually worked and he is healing, slowly, in fits and starts.
He goes back to the roof anyway. He’s barely seen Jack all shift, except for the twice they ended up working a patient together. Hands deep in a chest cavity is not the time to hash things out. It had been pure joy that shot through him to find they still worked just as well together; just as smooth, hands working simply as an extension of one another, seamless and utterly as one.
Jack is waiting for him and relief rushes through Robby so hard he has to brace himself against the door frame. It’s still raining and Jack is a little too near the edge, a little too light on his feet.
“Will you let me explain?” Robby asks, stepping into the deluge.
“What is there to explain?” Jack asks, looking at the city like it might be able to give him the answers. “You left me. All of us. You promised me, Michael. You promised and I-“ he cuts himself off, takes one, two shuddering breaths. “I didn’t know if you were lying in pieces on the side of the fucking road somewhere just like Nora.”
Robby’s breath catches in his chest, all the wind sucked out of him.
Oh Jack.
He hadn’t even thought. She’d been cycling, liked to start the day with a few miles. A tired driver had taken a corner too wide on a remote stretch of road and. She was gone. Just like that.
“I’m sorry. God I’m so, so, sorry Jack. I had to go I had to or I was going to- well. You know what I was going to do.”
“You didn’t.” Jack says and Robby hears the question there.
Why didn’t you? What changed? Why did you leave me? Why couldn’t you speak to me?
“I was going to.” Robby tells him, though it takes everything he has. “I would have. But then I just. Kept driving. Every day I’d tell myself that ‘today’s the day’. But then Dana would send me a picture of her stupid, ugly dog. Caleb would check in. One of the group chats would blow up for someone’s birthday. And you. Every single day you would talk to me. Two months in you told me, shit you probably don’t even remember, you said ‘every year I swear the kids get younger’.”
Jack is leaning against the railing now, still the wrong side but it’s something. He’s frowning, trying to remember, trying to parse out what Robby is getting at.
“And I thought ‘no, we’ve just both got older’. We’ve got older together and through all of the fucking awful rest of it that has never changed. Me wanting to grow old with you has never changed. A week later I checked into a facility. I got some help, I’m seeing someone. A therapist, real hardass, you’d love him.”
Startled and dazed Robby realises that not all of the drops on his face are rain. He’s crying, silently, which is just like him. Robby takes two steps closer to the railing, within reaching distance now. Jack climbs under to lean back against it.
“You got help?”
“Shocking, I know.”
“You’re still going to therapy, you’re doing the work?”
“I hate it, so much, but yes.”
“Jesus.” Jack says, and then his shoulders are shaking and his face is crumpling up and he’s sobbing, right there on the roof. Slumping back against the railing and heaving breaths. Robby has never seen this, not since Nora had died and even then Jack and mostly favoured the silent, hollowed out sort of grief.
Robby steps forward, tentative, but Jack reaches for him and Robby would never deny him a damn thing like this. He steps forward to close the gap and Jack’s hands ball into fists in the fabric of Robby’s soaked hoodie. His face buried hard against his chest. Robby just holds him, for long enough that the rain eases off.
“You stopped wearing your ring.” He says, he can’t hold it in anymore.
“Yes.” Jack agrees quietly. “I took it off the day you left. I didn’t have space to grieve the both of you, and if I was about to lose you as well then it wasn’t fair to carry Nora’s memory along for the ride. She wouldn’t want that, she loved you. Not like I love you.” Jack breathes. “I love you.”
Robby lets his body wrap Jack tighter, his head coming down to rest on top of Jack’s, press a kiss to his hair.
“I love you. I want to grow old with you. I want to retire and sneak cigarettes with Dana that you know about but let us get away with anyway. I’ve spent the last twenty years by your side and I want to spend every single one I have left there too. I want to teach more kids and save more lives and I want to live, even if it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”
“Fucking hell.” Jack looks up at him, chin on Robby’s chest. “That was so romantic and also your therapist is going to hate you.”
“Was it worth it?” Robby asks, though he thinks he knows.
“It was worth it.” Jack agrees, and stands up properly so he can finally kiss him.
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8/23 - day 1 - 1980 - boldness // “i made this for you. listen to track three first.” // city lights
Prompt by @comingaback !!!
Read it also on AO3: Rabbot Decades Week. Day 1. "1980 - boldness // "i made this for you. listen to track three first." // city lights" (1798 words)
Michael Robinavitch didn’t know what he was going to do if his roommate, Jack Abbot, kept making those eyes across the room from him. He didn’t know what he was going to do once he was alone with his thoughts, why his heart fluttered every time their hands grazed while sharing their living space, or why he hated seeing a little note on the door, “Guests over, sorry Mikey.” Surely it meant nothing; he was just stressed and confused. That had to be it, right?
Undergrad was allegedly a time for self-discovery and trying new things, but he’s so busy trying to make sure his grades were perfect, that he had internships and nailed interviews, he had no time for self-discovery! It seemed to him that Jack had all the time to discover half the people on campus, if not everyone in their building. It was like a bubble kept rising in his throat, begging to burst free. But what would he say? He wasn’t sure he wanted to find out; it would just make things more complicated.
Jack, on the other hand, doesn’t know how much more obvious he could get. He had tried everything: standing too close to Michael, allowing their contact to linger a beat too long, gazing at him openly with fuck me eyes, all the jealousy tactics he could think of, and yet, nothing. Not even a sign that Michael was aware of his advances. It pissed him off, no, more than that. It made him burn; he wanted Michael the first time he saw him at the small gay bar across town (far enough that no one from school could accidentally see them). The way he had glowed under the fluorescent neon lights, the sweat on his skin making him look like an angel. Jack wanted to hear his prayers, begged every night silently that Michael would break first, and that he wouldn’t have to feel like he was pressuring him. Jack always knew that he liked guys and girls; it wasn’t a big deal to him. It wasn’t until he saw Michael that he realized it was more than just liking them; it was a desire that had the predisposition to ruin any chance at friendship. But he wanted him. Jack made sure to stay clear of him at the gay bar, but he watched him leave and followed him back inconspicuously, and his heart begged him to run and to kiss Michael Robinavitch underneath the glow of the city lights. He wanted it more than he knew how to put words to. But who needs words in this time of expression and music?
He decided after another month of nothing but “friendly” accidental touches that he had to make a move, be bold and honest about his feelings, without having to say a word.
“So, you like music, right?” Jack asked one night, avoiding the homework he desperately needed to do.
Michael looked up at him, buried under his own pile of stuff, and tipped his head, confused, “Well, yeah, I guess.” Jack had more tapes than him, a nice Walkman that didn’t constantly destroy precious tunes, and posters across their tiny 12’ by 14’ space that ranged from ACDC to George Michael.
“Got any favorites?” Jack was trying to figure out which love song to use to confess his feelings; he wanted to make sure it was just right.
“I don’t know, man, I don’t really-” Michael sighed and rubbed his face incredulously, the lack of sleep making his brain feel slower than normal. “Fine, um…Don’t laugh.”
Jack immediately perked up at that. He wanted to dissect Michael’s brain so badly; he wanted to know what he was always humming in the shower, what embarrassing song always came to him when he tried to focus, what song made him cry like no other.
“My grandmother didn’t really play a lot of music in the house, so I mostly just…listen to the radio? I like, um, what’s her name? The, um,” He hummed a tune that Jack barely recognized, “That one. She’s great.” Jack had basically nothing to work off of, but schoolwork be damned, his life was now devoted to figuring out what the hell his roommate had just hummed.
“Okay, okay, how’s this? “I will make you a tape of some music from this decade.” Michael rolled his eyes. “You’ll like it!” I promise, and if you don’t, then you never have to listen to any of my music again. Deal?” Jack tented his fingers as if this were very serious business, and, secretly, Michael wanted this to be very serious.
“Deal, Abbot, deal. Now, can I please go back to studying for Anatomy?” He wished that Jack would study his anatomy- Goddamnit, Michael, not right now.
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Jack spent the next week and a half replaying that moment over and over in his head. What song was it? Of course, Michael couldn’t make this easy on him; of course, he had to go into every record shop and check the trending section and listen for hours in the booths to see if any of the melodies fit the one in his head. He stayed true to his promise, though, working up the courage one day to leave the tape on Michael’s desk. It was full of some of Jack’s favorites, Whip It by Devo, Another Brick in the Wall, Pt. 2 by Pink Floyd, and a handful of Queen songs he hoped Michael would recognize, but track 3 was the most important. The only one that came with a little message before the song played.
Michael found the tape and a note on his desk that night after a particularly grueling late-night study session. His roommate was nowhere to be found; maybe he wanted him to experience this alone? No, no, they are friends. Just roommates. Normal guy stuff.
‘Mike, I made it for you. I hope you like it. Listen to track 3 first. - Jack’
He didn’t know why his heart started beating harder, or why his palms were sweating, “It’s just a song, it’s just music, calm the fuck down.” He clicked the cassette into his beat-up boombox and skipped around to find the track.
“Hey Mike,” Jack’s voice floated through the speaker softly, “I just, um, fuck it. I think this is the right song? If it’s not, then this is gonna be awkward, but I feel it. I guess. Maybe you didn’t mean to pick it, or maybe you did. But if you do, I feel the same way. Everyone else, they don’t matter, not like…well, not like you matter. Okay, I’m going to just, okay…yeah.” He sounded nervous, Jack? Of all people? Confident, arrogant at times, cocky and sly, with a smile that could melt a cold day-
The slow piano drifted through the speakers,
“A few stolen moments, is all that we share
You’ve got your family, and they need you there
Though I try to resist, being last on your list
But no other man’s gonna do
So I’m saving all my love for you.”
Yes, this was it. How could he forget? Whitney Houston had a voice that Michael was instantly soothed by, perfect and smooth, and then belting the next moment. Her music felt like a current dragging him down and pushing him up all the same time, and this song, this tragically beautiful song-
Wait.
He jammed the pause button and rewinded to the beginning.
“But if you do, I feel the same way. Everyone else, they don’t matter, not like…well, not like you matter. Okay, I’m just, okay…yeah.”
Oh. Oh. Oh my god. Bold. Very bold, and he didn’t know what to do. He let the song play in the background as he leaned back against the wall, thinking it over. But he couldn’t really, couldn’t think about anything except the fact that this song felt like their song. It shouldn’t be, he knows that, he isn’t blind to the lyrics. But this song was the one playing when he saw Jack at the gay bar across town. Michael did his best to remain out of sight, slipped out of the side entrance once he realized he might be a little too tipsy not to do something stupid. But this song hammered in his head every time he looked at his roommate, no other man’s gonna do. Michael knew what to do. He grabbed his coat, clicked off the tape, and went to where he hoped Jack would be.
-
Stupid, stupid, stupid. That’s all that Jack could think as he made his way back into the city, back to the place he knew Michael would probably be, listening to a fucking love mix that he made for him, without ever actually expressing his feelings before now.
“He’s already heard it,” He mumbled to himself, “He’s going to hate me, and move out, and I will be alone, and he will just say-”
“Jack!” His heart hammered in his chest as he stopped, looking up at the voice that he had learned to know so well. Michael was staring at him, chest heaving like he had been running, face flushed and sweet. So sweet. “Jack, I, I didn’t know where you were, but I’m glad I found you! I listened to the tape.” Michael didn’t look like he was going to kick him in the face, but Jack knew how to play this.
“I- I know you don’t feel the same, and I get that.” Jack is not the type to feel like this, like he’s done something wrong for feeling how he does, but he likes him so much.
“No, Jack, wait, I wanted to say-”
“You don’t have to say it! I know!” He all but yells at the other boy, finally getting the courage to look dead in his eyes, his beautiful eyes.
“You…you know? Wait, why are you yelling at me?”
“You’re a nice guy, Mike, and I’m sorry,” Jack tried to get more words out, but Michael had closed the distance between them quickly, pressing his mouth to Jack’s. It was the first time in months that Jack felt speechless, unsure of what to do. He let himself be kissed in the streetlights, in the fading spring evening where everything felt good and right. He melted into Michael’s arms, hooking his own around the other boy's waist.
They finally pulled apart after a beat, both of them desperately needing air.
“I love Whitney Houston.” That's all that Michael could say, all he could say to make the bubble in his throat not vomit something romantic and cheesy and out of place.
Jack just laughed and let himself be held. “Yeah, man, I love Whitney Houston too.”
I wrote a lil snippet inspired by this photo. I think I’m gonna try and write some tender loving first time sex too, if y’all like this!!!
Robby felt his heart in his throat as he approached Jack for the first time in months. If his time away taught him anything, it’s that he can no longer deny how much he is stupidly in love with Jack Abbot. Those silver curls and endearing smirk. The effortless way he carries himself. His bright hazel eyes and sharp mind. Robby had been in love with him for years. It just took some time away to realize how much he needed Jack in his life.
“Hi.” He said quietly, not wanting to startle Jack.
“Hi.” Jack replied curtly. “So you do know how to communicate then, huh?” Jack says, without moving. His gaze still focused on the screen in front of him.
“Yeah— I probably deserved that.” Robby admits, while rubbing the back of his neck in discomfort. He doesn’t know how he got here and fucked this up so badly. All he knows is the one person he wants to talk to about it more than anything is sitting right in front of him and refuses to turn around.
“Yeah, you probably do.” Jack retorts while pushing his chair back and standing. He turns around quickly and before Robby can process what’s happening, he is being pulled into a tight bear hug.
“When I said I didn’t want to be contacted Robby, I meant I didn’t want some stranger calling me in the middle of the night to tell me that they had to scrape you off the pavement.” Jack retorts, his arms tightening around Robby instinctively. Holding Robby felt like coming home for Jack. He was afraid if he loosened his grip that Robby would disappear entirely. He spent the last three months imagining never seeing him again. He’s still expecting to wake up alone and sad all over again.
“I’m so sorry. I wanted to call. I did. I picked up that damn phone so many times. I wrote out so many texts and deleted them. I just thought it would be easier for everyone if I stayed away.”
Jack huffed. “Easier for everyone or easier for you?” He wants so badly to just tell Robby it doesn’t matter and that he’s here and he forgives him. But that stubborn part of his brain is still stuck on the fact that he has spent countless days lately lying in bed trying to survive the overwhelming grief he never thought he’d have to experience again.
Robby tensed at the comment. Yeah it was easier for him. He knew that. Just another thing he’s done to hurt the people he cares about without even trying. He wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole. Maybe he wasn’t ready to be back here. Maybe he didn’t deserve the happy ending he’s been longing for all these years. He doesn’t deserve good things.
“Stop that.” Jack said, pulling Robby back into the present moment. “I can feel you pulling back, Robby. Stop. Stay. Please.” Jack was all but pleading now.
“I’m here, Jack.” Robby replied, while bringing their foreheads together and his hand to the back of Jack’s neck, squeezing. Neither one of them able to pull away from each other despite the myriad of eyes on them from around the room.
“I just missed you.” Jack whispered, holding back tears.
Part two as promised!!! Tender, loving, first time sex below the cut!!!
“Ok shows over people. Don’t y’all have work to do?” Dana’s voice carried loud throughout the ED.
That was all it took to snap them both out of their tender moment.
“I’m so sorry boys but multiple MVAs incoming. ETA 5 minutes.” She said, while placing a hand on Robby’s shoulder.
“Right back to it then I guess.” Robby replied. “This isn’t over.” He tells Jack as he drops his arms reluctantly. He ached to be back in Jacks arms instantly.
“My place. After your shift. Promise me, Mike.” Jack looked back at Robby with such longing in his eyes that there’s not a thing that Robby could think of that would be more important than being back in Jack’s warm embrace as soon as possible. It felt healing in a way that no sabbatical could ever give him.
“I promise.” Was all Robby could get out before being swept back into the chaos.
———
To say he was ansty and uncomfortable would be an understatement. Jack felt like he was crawling out of his skin by the time 7pm rolled around.
He got a few hours of anxious tossing and turning before giving up on sleep entirely. He worked out. Cleaned his house. Went grocery shopping. Anything to get his mind off of the clock, waiting for the evening to come.
Jack couldn’t stop thinking about Robby’s hand on his neck and how it felt to be so close to him. Everywhere Robby had touched earlier felt like it was on fire. The places Robby hadn’t touched felt different. As if those untouched parts were somehow lacking color, like every where Robby’s touch had been was now alive for the first time in a long time.
The opening of the front door brought Jack out of his thoughts. He had given Robby a key years ago and was glad to see that he was still comfortable using it.
Robby dropped his bag and kicked off his shoes in the foyer and went searching for Jack. As he rounded the corner into the kitchen, Jack felt his heart began to race. There he was. Robby. His Robby. He came back like he said he would.
“Hi.” Robby said to him for the second time that day, his hands shoved deep into his pockets, unsure of how to proceed.
“Hi.” Jack replied. He had spent most of the day trying to sort his feelings and right now, all he knows is that Robby is here. Robby is alive. And Jack can’t stand another second of not touching him. He crossed the room quickly.
Robby figured out Jack’s intentions and met him half way. Immediately their hands flew to each other, just needing to be close. There were no more words needed. Years and years of loving each other leading up to this moment. Jack looked into Robby’s eyes and saw nothing but desire reflected back at him. The same desire Jack has been carrying since they met back in med school. Before Jack lost his leg and his wife. Before Robby lost his Bubbe and Adamson. Their eyes told them everything they need to know. Their lips met and a sigh of pure relief escaped both of them.
Robby kissed like a man starved and Jack moaned when he felt Robby’s eager tongue on his lips, already wanting to push its way inside his mouth. Jack opened for him and swirled his tongue around Robby’s fighting for dominance. The kiss went on like this for several minutes until Jack reluctantly pulled away to catch his breath.
“Fuck—Mike. I can’t believe you’re here. I have so much to ask you. To tell you. I—“
“Shhh. It’s okay, Jack. I’m here. I’m here. Please, take me to bed. Please. We can talk after I promise you. I just need you now, Jack. Please.” Robby begged.
He needed to feel everything Jack could give him. Years of repressed feelings were beginning to pour out of him the more Jack touched him.
“Okay. Yes. Anything, Robby. I’d do anything for you.” Jack whispered into Robby’s mouth before taking him by the hand and into his bedroom.
They stumbled into the room, hands and mouths all over each other, everywhere they could reach.
“Shirt off. Now.” Robby demanded, his hands already reaching for the hem of Jack’s t-shirt. He ripped it upwards and off of Jack’s body in a frenzy, his hands groping every inch of skin he could reach. Robby lips moved down Jack’s jaw and onto his neck. He inhaled Jack’s scent and bit down at the junction of his neck and shoulder hard.
Jack winced at the sudden pain of Robby’s teeth on his skin, but he instantly wanted more. He would happily let Robby torture him all night if he meant he was touching him. His hands made their way down Robby’s still clothed torso and Robby whined at the contact.
“Wanna feel you too, Mike.” Jack told Robby as he began taking his shirt off for him. Once Robby’s shirt hit the floor, the sudden chest to chest contact had Jack moaning before he even realized it. Robby was warm and soft and god he looked like a masterpiece. Jack had seen him without a shirt several times over the years but this time felt like the first time all over again.
“You’re beautiful, Mike.” Jack was looking into Robby’s eyes again. He wanted him to know how much he truly meant it. Robby Blushed heavily at the compliment.
He took Jack’s mouth again with his own and poured every ounce of love and adoration he had for the man before him into the kiss. His hands reached for Jack’s sweatpants. He wanted to feel Jack come undone on his tongue.
“Give me one second, love. Gotta take the leg off.” The pet name falling off of his lips effortlessly.
“Oh, right.” Robby replied. “Let me.”
Robby sank to his knees carefully, tucked his fingers into Jack’s waistband and tugged his pants down gently. Once they hit the floor Jack stepped out of them and sat down on the bed. There was no denying how hard he was. Robby tried to focus on the task at hand, rather than the tightness of Jack’s briefs. He released the mechanism on Jack’s prosthesis and rolled down the gel sleeve. Jack gave out a small moan of appreciation once the fresh air hit his heated skin. Robby rubbed at the skin on Jack’s stump so tenderly, that Jack felt like crying again. Robby’s thick fingers worked into the muscle with the skill and precision of a man who knew exactly what he was doing. Once he was satisfied, Robby gave a small kiss to the tender skin and kissed his way up Jack’s now exposed leg.
“Can I suck you off?” Robby asked, peering up Jack through his lashes.
“Fuck—yeah. Of course you can, Mike.”
That was all Robby needed to hear. He began mouthing at Jack’s clothed cock through the fabric of his briefs and Jack let out a high pitched whine at the unexpected contact.
“Off.” Robby stated as he began pulling on Jack’s briefs, practically pawing at him needing to get to the real thing.
Jack lifted his hips and let Robby slide his briefs down his legs. Robby licked his lips at the sight of Jack’s thick and hard cock. His mouth began to water as he took Jack into his hand. He licked at the bead of precum oozing from Jack’s tip and Jack hissed at the contact. It didn’t take long for Robby to take Jack all the way back into his throat as he worked him over expertly.
“Fucking hell. Robby. Oh my god.” Jack managed to cry out between bobs of Robby’s head in his lap. “If you keep it up brother I’m going to fucking come way too soon.”
Robby pulled off reluctantly with an obscene pop. As much as he wanted Jack’s come flooding his throat, he needed to be split open on his cock before the night was over.
“Have you ever been with a man before?” Robby asked him as he kissed his way up his stomach and chest.
“Brother, I was a bisexual man in the Army. I’ve had my fair share.” Jack replied giggling.
“Oh good. Then you know what to do. I want you to fuck me, Jack. I want to feel it in my throat. I want to not be able to sit down for days without thinking of this moment. Please?” Robby gazed into Jack’s eyes with immense vulnerability. Like he was admitting a very long kept secret.
“Wow, ok. Yeah. Just give me a second.” Jack replied as he reached over to his bedside table and to grab condoms and lube.
“No condom. Please?” Robby asked. “Want to feel all of you. I’m clean, it’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone else.”
“Fuck ok, yeah me too.” Jack replied, and tossed the condoms back into the drawer.
“How do you want me?” Jack asked, hoping Robby would want it on his back so Jack can see him while he falls apart.
Robby removed his own pants and underwear before grabbing onto Jack’s biceps and flipping them over, his back now flat on the mattress. He pulled Jack down on top of him, wanting to feel all of him like a weighted blanket.
“Like this.” Robby pulled Jack down for a kiss with his hands tangled in his silver curls. They kissed and kissed and kissed for what seemed like hours before Jack pulled away to popped open the lube.
“I’ll go slow.” He told Robby as he circled his rim with a slick finger.
“I don’t want you to.” Robby replied earnestly.
“I won’t hurt you, Robby.”
“I can take it, Jack. Please. Make me feel it.”
Robby hissed as two of Jack’s thick fingers entered his tight hole. “Fuck—Jack. Yes. Just like that. That feels so good.”
“So fucking tight, Mike.” Was all Jack managed to say in reply.
“Ok. Ok. I got you.” Jack inserted a third finger and began scissoring them, stretching Robby open as much as he could.
“I’m ready. Please. Please fuck me.”
Jack removed his fingers, slicked up his cock and lined up with Robby’s eager hole. He pushed his way inside, while white hot pleasure exploded behind his eyelids. Robby was hot and tight and perfect. Jack has never felt anything like this before during his 50 years on this earth. He is so beyond fucked if he thinks he can ever live without this now.
Both men moaned loudly as Jack began to move. Every nerve ending in their bodies felt like a live wire as Jack pounded Robby into the mattress.
“Yes. Fuck. Jack. Oh my god. So good.” Robby repeated like a broken record, already cock drunk and so far gone that he barely knew what he was saying.
“Look at me, Mike. I want to see you when you come.” Jack pleaded, as he grabbed Robby’s chin hard to force the eye contact.
Robby’s pupils were blown wide, his hair an absolute mess, tears flowed from his eyes freely. He looked wrecked and Jack had never seen something more beautiful in all his life.
“Fuck, I’m close. Please come for me, baby.” Jack whined as he grabbed onto Robby’s hard and leaking cock and began stoking him in time with his own thrusts.
Something in Robby shattered as he erupted all over his stomach and Jack’s hand. He clenched down on Jack’s cock like a vice which sent Jack pummeling over the edge with him.
Jack collapsed on top of Robby, not caring about the mess between them. Just needing to wrap his arms around this incredible man before him and never let him go.
The sound of heavy breathing filled the room as both men slowly came down from the rush of adrenaline.
“I love you. I’ve always loved you. I just need you to know that.” Jack whispered into Robby’s chest, terrified that his confession will send Robby running.
Robby took Jack’s face in his hands gently. “I love you too, Jack.” He confessed.
After they managed to clean themselves up, they fell into each other’s, both knowing that there is much more to be discussed but for now, for tonight, they have each other and that’s all that matters.
