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summary: robby, in a phase of what he considers insanity, downloads grindr and ends up meeting a man that is everything his dreams are made of. turns out the man in question means more to him than he thinks, and the "stranger" knew the whole time.
warnings: mature content
pt.1
Robby has spent the last 10 minutes trying to wrap his head around the experience he's having right now, trying to find the right word to describe it. And, so far, he's only come up with one.
Bliss.
He's almost completely naked, save for his boxers, and has had Jack Abbot's lips pressed up against every square inch of bare skin that's been revealed to him. The man in question has also given both of them the liberty of not doing this on the couch like they initially were going to.
The heat between them took no time to build. Hands and lips were everywhere. Jack pushed him away from the doorway until the back of his knees hit the cushions and he fell down to be eye level with his dick and he looked up at him with a desperation he didn't even know he was capable of.
Here's the thing, if you were going to accuse Robby of using Grindr as not only an outlet to scratch an itch, but to distract himself from the hopelessness that he had that this current situation he's in would happen at all, you wouldn't be wrong. Ever since they met, with Jack fresh out the Army and even fresher out of med school, Robby knew he was going to be an issue for him.
Between losing his wife and the PTSD from his military days, Robby has been there for Jack every time he could possibly need him, and Jack has far too often done the same for him. This commitment, this closeness, this care from the only person in his life that hasn't gotten tired of him yet or cut and run completely took root in chest and for years he's been taking gardening scissors to it when it got too tall. But now he doesn't have to. Not after this shocking realization, found out in the arguably most demented way possible, that he feels the same way
So again, Robby should be infuriated, he should. But he's already had Jack's dick in his mouth and he's on his queen bed in his apartment being torn apart by his touch and his words. No frustration to be found here.
"God, fuck, you look even better in person", Jack states between kisses.
"Jack-"
"No I'm savoring this. You're so fucking gorgeous, I'm not letting tonight go to waste."
"You'll have me for more than tonight if you want." Robby immediately regretted saying that as soon as he finished speaking. This isn't about his fear that Jack would get up tomorrow morning and feel like he's made the worst mistake of his life, this is about them fucking now and dealing with the honesty of it later. Or never.
But of course, it's too late. And Jack is his number one bullshit detector.
"I do. I really do. But this is a first, and you're something I'm gonna cherish."
Tears probably would've sprung if it wasn't for the sudden, overwhelming sensation of his hand on his hard bulge that's been screaming to be touched this whole time. He immediately lets out an embarrassing sound and arches his back in a way he'll probably regret in the morning.
Cold air hits his dick as Jack fully strips him. "Oh, look at you", his hands run up and down his torso, "I'm so excited to make a mess of you."
"Fuck, Jack-"
"I'm planning on it baby", he says right before he meets him in another long, heated kiss.
"This is crazy", Robby pants, "You do realize how crazy this is."
"Unfortunately, yeah. And it's my fault. But here we are."
"Here we are. And my patience in running thin."
At that, Jack smirks and leans over Robby to open his nightstand, "You do have lube in here don't you?"
He blushes a bright red
Jack just huffs out a laugh, "You touch yourself before Rob? Or am I gonna be the first person to work you open?"
"No, I have."
"Ever been fucked before?", he asks with the audacity of a man actively lubing up his wide fingers.
"Long time ago."
"Well, I may not be the first, but I sure as hell hope I'll be the last."
Robby has no idea what to say to that. No idea how to feel about it besides the building emotion threatening to choke him, which isn't a bad way to go given the view. Instead of responding with something he may never recover from, he deflects, "Take your leg off. Don't want you getting some nasty ache from it."
Jack just looks at him with a newfound softness and sits down on the edge of the bed and listens. The prosthesis gets laid against his dresser and then he's suddenly being stretched by hands he's dreamt about way too many times.
He groans and pushes into the touch.
"That good baby?"
"Fuck, fuck yes."
"Good."
Jack actually surprisingly stays quiet for the rest of the ordeal. Robby, not so much. He's groaning and sighing and moaning through becoming more and more stuffed. And then Jack is on his knees.
"You ready?"
He just nods breathlessly and leans forward to grip Jack's waist.
Feeling the man sink into him is something he'll never be able to explain and also something he really wishes he'll be able to replicate. Especially the words continuously coming out of Jack.
"Goddamn, you're so tight."
"Yeah, c'mon, give it to me."
"I could do this all night, look at you."
"You feel so good Mike, holy shit."
Yeah, he could afford to do this again.
∆
The post-coital air of his master has him feeling more serene than he has in ages. He feels completely fucked out and calm when Jack slings an arm over his torso and plants his chin on his shoulder.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Do you want to talk now or later?"
He's not even surprised the question was asked, "Now, probably."
"Woah, did you actually go to that therapist I told you about?"
"Shut the hell up before I change my mind."
Jack chuckles, "This a one time thing?"
"I thought I already made it clear it wasn't."
"Well you did text me for sex."
"Yeah, well I didn't know it was you, you maniac. And you were the one who started it."
"I guess I did. But fortunately for me, the guy I met turned out to be the most captivating person I know and I would really like to treat him right."
Robby stares at the ceiling. "Seriously?"
And in typical Jack fashion, he sits up to put himself right in Robby's line of view, "Seriously. Will you let me?"
"I don't think I could stop you even if I wanted to. And I don't want to."
A smile, and another kiss that's slow and soft and lasts long enough to warm him up again. "Don't you have work in the morning?"
"I do."
"Better get to sleeping then, don't want everybody to be subject to you sleep deprived."
"I usually am" he says far too casual for Jack's liking.
"Hmm, now you've got me on your ass more than ever so that's gonna change."
Robby just settles comfortably, runs a hand through his curls, and says "Okay", very softly.
"Healthy habits are coming your way big guy, better prepare yourself."
"That's rich coming from you."
"This isn't about me", he says as he runs a hand over Robby's eyes and shushes him.
The night ends with laughter, much like many in the future do.
rabbot grindr au - inspired by @roobydoos 's post :)) (pt.1)
summary: robby, in a phase of what he considers insanity, downloads grindr and ends up meeting a man that is everything his dreams are made of. turns out the man in question means more to him than he thinks, and the "stranger" knew the whole time.
warnings: mature content
pt.2
If you asked Robby how he got here, he'd tell you he has no fucking clue, which he really doesn't.
Maybe it's due to middle aged desperation, loneliness, many years of struggling with commitment, what have you. But here he is, staring at the Grindr logo on his phone, and he can already feel the regret seeping into his bones.
It somehow got even more embarrassing when he had to make a profile and input his information.
Michael Robinavitch
Male (He/Him/His)
55 years old
6'1"
195 Ibs
White
Then it asked for his preferred position, which again made it glaringly obvious that this app is for hookups. He grimaced and put it in.
Switch
He can't remember the last time he's been fucked, but if he was against it, he would've gone to the local strip club and picked up a woman instead.
He put himself in as negative for HIV, thank you very much. He knew he was far too committed to this whenever he got an STD panel done on himself a week ago. The amount of time it's been since he's gotten laid is so long you may as well consider him abstinent. His patience has worn thin, clearly.
The description was very short and sweet "Looking for a good time."
He pressed post on his account and waited.
∆
The first week was interesting. Most of his messages were from men almost half his age and very "manhandle-able" as they liked to describe themselves to him as if that was some type of unavoidable temptation. Good for them, but not exactly what he's interested in.
One night when he was incredibly bored and needed a distraction, he opened up the app just to look. And the men he actually wanted pulled up more than once. The muscular ones, the life-worn ones with bodies he could lose himself in. But he would never be the first one to say something, which is probably a major failure on his part. Something about this still makes him feel avoidant, nervous. Like if he put himself in it too much it would wound his pride. So he turned off his phone and rolled over.
In the next few days, a miracle was bestowed upon him.
He was putting together a quick dinner after a fucking exhausting shift. He felt like a little bit of his soul was forcefully tugged out of him and he was way too tired to try to fight for it back. So when he felt his phone vibrate in his scrub pocket, he was more irritated than anything else.
He pulled the device out with a sigh and glanced at the description of notification he received.
Jonathan messaged you.
The one night he's not interested in reading some DM from a 30 year old wanting to get their dick sucked. Of course. But he felt called to look at it anyways, so he did.
Hey handsome.
He presses on the profile and holy fuck. 50 years old, 5'9", 215 lbs, and every corner of him made up of muscles. Broad shoulders, large biceps, a temptingly large chest (the something he could lose himself in), abs, and a smattering of freckles everywhere. The dusting of a gray happy trail made his mouth water like a teenager. This might be what he needs to wash himself clean of tonight's nightmare.
Hello
First time someone not young enough to be my child has messaged me.
Ha
We might be the only old dudes in all of pittsburgh on this godforsaken app.
Lucky us.
He didn't even check how far he was. Now looking back at it, 6 miles away, a blush starts heating up at his ears.
What's brought you here tonight?
Boredom
Now you
Right to the point huh
If that was the case, l'd be asking you for nudes already
But l'm a gentleman
Is that what this app attracts?
For men as compelling as you, I'll be anything you want
Don't know if l've ever been described as compelling before
I can call you a lot more if you're willing
God, he's run into a smooth talker. He should not be as thrown off as he is by a random man with no face on his profile on the internet; he could be getting cat fished right now. But the idea that he actually exists is enough to get him hot under the collar.
Too much?
He now realizes he's been quiet for too long
No
Long shift, that's all
Understood
What do you do for work?
I think that'll have to wait until at least the second date
He does not like the sound of that
Don't tell me you re a murderer or some other crazy shit
And if I was?
Funny.
∆
The next day he goes into work a little bleary-eyed. And the reason why is shocking.
He stayed up talking to Jonathan. A man. On a sex app that's fronted as a dating app to straight people. He also unfortunately does not regret it as much as he should. Especially as he makes a run to the bathroom after hand off with Jack and receives a message.
Thought you could use a pick me up for your shift doctor 😉
(see attachment)
Fuck him sideways. Actually, please. He almost forgot he told him what he does for work, regardless of his reluctance to share his own profession, in light of the very tasteful nude he's received.
His dick isn't fully in the picture, he may have shared too much about his affinity for the man's muscles earlier so they are the focus, but he can see how full it is in between his legs and he hasn't wanted to blow someone this bad since med school. He finds himself wanting to lick a line between every sun kissed centimeter of his skin. Wanting to get a hand on every bulging part of him.
God man
You make me feel tempted to reciprocate
I wouldn't be mad
Actually l'd beg, I'm sure that body of yours is insane.
Insane is definitely a word for it. But it almost makes him feel bad if he just walks away now. So he's getting half nude in a PTMC single bathroom. What is happening to him?
(see attachment)
Fuck look at you
All that hair
And that stomach
I could eat you fucking whole
He cannot be getting hard at work. He can't. Point blank. He needs to collect himself, this is already getting out of hand.
-
He should be ashamed. Embarrassed. A "I need to kill myself" kind of sinfully guilty. But he's not, not even a little bit.
Seeing Robby's face pull up on his feed was a shocker to say the least. But the underlying pining he's had for his best friend for the past few years came roaring into his brain...and his dick, and he was messaging the man before he knew it.
Jack almost told him it was himself, he honestly did. He intentionally has his full legal name and a photo of himself with no face in it because he was worried about this exact thing - a person he knows seeing him on this app. But then Robby kept responding to his texts. And he couldn't do it. He knew with astounding confidence that he would cut the whole ordeal off if he knew it was his long time best friend at the other end. So he stayed in the shadows like the disgusting pervert he is.
But this pervert is having way too much fun. He is trying to quell his now boner in the parking lot of both of their jobs at the picture that Robby just sent him.
The image itself is knee weakening alone, don't get him wrong. But just the idea of Robby in the bathroom, pulling his scrubs up, and snapping a picture to send to Jack is enough to get him groaning in the not so privacy of his car.
He is not letting the possibilities of this opportunity slip through his fingers now.
∆
The first time he sent Jonathan a full nude, he felt awkward and misplaced. He was laying on his bed, post shift, in the dim light of his lamp, talking to this man like he's a virgin or something, feeling weird as all hell trying to get a picture of himself that didn't make him seeth, it was bad. But he did it. The send button was already pressed. No going back.
(see attachment)
for your generosity
Lord knows he's gotten a plethora of variously angled photos from this hunk of a man in this past week. The one who seems perfectly content to not have fucked, or be fucked by, him yet. A fact that is getting increasingly harder to ignore. This is turning into a lot less "let's have sex once and move on" and a lot more "I like you as a person, can I have your phone number?"
He didn't get a response until the next morning this time. Which admittedly made him a little suspicious. But the response he got was enough to quell his anxiety this one time, especially with a long shift ahead of him.
I think I just came
Or I'm about to
What the fuck
You're everything
I need to see you lose your mind with pleasure and I need to be the one to do it.
What a way to start his day.
What a way to also remind him, as aforementioned, that he hasn't had this man yet. Not like he's desperate to end this nice back and forth they have, but he did download this app for a very specific reason.
I don't think I can play this game anymore
You're driving me insane
Don't like me anymore?
Like you too much
Too much pent up energy
Me too baby
But nothing was sent after that. Interesting. He's not interested in fighting for him. He's not a chaser for random men on apps, never ever. But he might lose his mind if they don't fuck. Cause at this point, who the hell else can capture his attention like this motherfucking silver fox has?
...He knows the answer
Nobody.
∆
Jack was not reluctant because of a lack of interest. He's been wanting to get in that man's pants for a long time. But the moment he pulls up at his apartment, which he already has the address for, or vice versa, this perfectly built fantasy world will collapse like a tower of cards. And he can't have that quite yet. It's going to take a little bit more of a push on his restraint first.
He unfortunately did get that sooner than he'd like.
Robby came into work early one day after a night of borderline sexting. If Jack got off from just that conversation alone in a bathroom when he should be out working, that's between him, his dick, and the walls. But that's besides the point, the point is that he sent him a message of appreciation when he finally had the time to after a long stint spent in a trauma room working on an MVA patient.
just wanted to let you know how much this shit is affecting me
how much you're affecting me
Too much vulnerability? Maybe. But it's too late to regret it now. Too late to find the regret when he finished hand off with the same man he sent that to, stayed overtime to chat with Dana a bit, and thus watches the exact moment Robby finally reads the DM.
The man smiles softly, and Jack can feel the vibration of his phone whenever he sends his response.
Tell me about it
(see video)
Shit, he's never gotten a video before. But Robby's dick is full and leaking in just the preview, and he needs to go home immediately.
His eyes track the man as he follows one of the students to South and he knows he also needs to get the truth out because he just watched his unknowing coworker/long time friend send him a personal porno at the beginning of his shift.
He has the night off, he's doing this.
-
Right as soon as his shift ends, he gets a response from Jonathan.
what if I come over tonight
finally
you absolutely can
I'll send you my address
don't need it.
what?
He gets no response after that. It leaves him on edge, much like some of the other things this man does that he couldn't explain. What is this guy really on about, what is he about?
The questions spiral and the annoyance increases until he gets a knock on his door. Here goes nothing. He walks up, opens it, and. And it's Jack.
"Oh, hey brother, you didn't tell me you wanted to come over today."
"Yes I did."
With significant effort, he has to quell the way Jack's tone pisses him off. It's not his fault he's in a bad mood.
"What are you talking about?", he says with an incredulous laugh.
He pulls out his phone, scrolls a bit, and faces the screen towards him.
And his stomach fucking drops.
"Wha-"
"I know. It's horrible of me and I'm a horrible person and you can hate my fucking guts all you want. But I couldn't be honest with you because I knew that you never would want me like this-"
"-Jack"
"I will leave right know if you want me to, in fact I should've never come-"
"-Jack"
"Dude I'm really so-"
"Jack! Shut the fuck up."
He does. Okay.
"It's been you the whole time?"
He just nods.
Robby stands there and grapples with that information. The pictures. The videos. The very inappropriate texts. Those have all been to Jack. And he's readily returned it all. His incredibly attractive best friend he's been trying to ignore his feelings for has been pretending like they don't know each other so he can sext him on a gay hook up app.
"Do you need me to go."
"No. I need you to get your ass in here and do exactly what you DM'ed for."
Jack's heart stopped. But his brain went into overdrive. And he's never been a man to hesitate.
“Dr. Abbot,” Javadi asks, clearing her throat behind him. He’s just about to leave, eyes still tracking Robby where he’s chatting with Dana.
“Javadi,” he says, finally tearing his eyes away from his husband to look at her. “What can I do for you?”
“Um,” she starts, shifting awkwardly. “I just - do you have a second? I was hoping I could talk to you.”
Jack nods, gesturing for her to lead the way somewhere quieter.
She leads them to the break room, closing the door behind her.
“Everything okay?” He asks, leaning against the counter. He and Javadi have struck up what Robby calls an ‘unlikely bond’ - it’s gotten especially strong after the alley debacle on their night out.
She’s a good kid - desperate for approval and hating that she’s desperate for approval, wanting a role model and only ever getting marching orders from her own parents. She’s come to Jack a few times for advice, and he’s flattered that she trusts him.
“Um, yeah,” she swallows. “Yeah, I just. I don’t know if this is - if I’m like allowed to do this -“
“Javadi,” Jack says patiently.
“- or if it’s like, a problem or a workplace thing or-“
“Javadi.”
“ - but I don’t know what else to do, and I think - I mean I know we joke but you’re obviously not my dad but -“
“Victoria,” Jack says, stepping forward and putting his hands gently on her shoulders, squeezing. “Talk to me, kid. It’s all okay.”
She looks up at him, her eyes wide and scared.
“I think I might be gay,” she blurts, immediately covering her mouth with her hands. Her eyes well.
Jack feels his heart break a little for her, because he knows how scary it is to say those words out loud for the first time.
“Hey,” he says gently, ducking his head to meet her eyes. “Hey, look at me. Is it okay if I give you a hug?”
She nods, immediately pushing forward against his chest. He wraps his arms around her, chuckling softly as he rubs her back.
“Oh kid,” he says softly. “I’ve got you. Thank you for telling me. Have you told anyone else?”
“Just Trin,” she sniffs, hands curled tight in the back of his scrub top. “I was gonna tell Robby first but I didn’t think I’d be able to handle it without crying because he’d give me those big ‘I’m proud of you’ eyes, but turns out I can’t do it without crying no matter who it is.”
Jack laughs, knowing exactly what eyes she’s talking about. Robby is also a sympathy crier - if Javadi had started, Robby would’ve too.
He rubs her arms, gently pushing her back so he can look at her.
“Well, I’m really proud of you too,” he says, smiling softly. “And I’m glad you felt like you could tell me.”
She shrugs, smiling a little as wipes her eyes.
“I just - I wanted to tell like, my parents but I don’t - it’s not… like that, with us.”
Jack nods, sympathetic. He remembers how badly he’d wanted that parental support, that approval from a trusted elder. He never got it.
“Well,” he says, voice gentle but firm. “That’s their loss. And Robby and I are more than happy to stand in, if you want us.”
She gives him a watery smile, hugging him again.
“Thanks,” she whispers, voice muffled against his scrubs.
“Any time, kiddo,” he says, blinking away the burning in his own eyes as she pats her back. “And go easy on Robby if he gets misty eyed, he’s a big softy.”
She laughs, wiping her eyes. “Yeah, world’s worst kept secret.”
Jack laughs. “Hey, you’re the one that picked emotional middle aged gay dads.”
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the zendaya thing isnt even a new phenomenon by any means!! the article mentions margot robbie wearing the taj mahal diamond as well, and in addition to that i also want to remind people that diljit dosanjh's request to wear the patiala necklace for the 2025 met gala was denied by cartier because they said it was in a museum and could not be loaned. however they had no issues at all loaning it to emma chamberlain, a white woman, for the 2022 met gala, while they turned down the request of a punjabi man who wanted it to honor his heritage.
this behavior is nothing new. the global south and everything in it - the people, the culture, our heritage - is seen as nothing more than a decoration or commodity to colonizers. i don't even need to bring up the koh i noor or the entire british museum; these examples are recent and egregious enough on their own.
of course this is not to imply that any of the people involved here - zendaya, margot robbie, or emma chamberlain - had any sort of malicious intentions. but the ignorance is just as bad in my opinion. the ignorance is just as harmful, if not more. because it means we are not even an afterthought. it means that the real people and histories and heritages of the global south do not even register when these people are putting together looks for their movie premiers and met gala appearances. everything is just reduced down to a shiny piece of jewelry whose history they need not bother with. it's just a continued reminder of the way colonization affects us all even long after independence, of how barely-healed wounds keep being reopened even decades later. even now, we are being denied connections to our histories and heritages while they are freely being given out to those that have nothing to do with it and don't care for it. and i'm sick of it.
also CACKLING about the way this looks on the outside.
like. no one else on the team understands Hollander Illness Behavior yet, so they're teasing ilya about being overprotective because shane is SO underplaying it and meanwhile ilya is just, "no, i am so fucking serious. get a medic and then call an ambulance."
and shane who is barely on this realm of existence and about 0.2 seconds from having Involuntary Floor Time is just, "don't worry :) i'll just take an advil or something :)"
WHICH IS NOT HELPING EVERYONE ELSE UNDERSTAND THE MOTHERFUCKING GRAVITY OF THE SITUATION, SHANE, NO MORE CONTRIBUTIONS AT THIS TIME FROM YOU, THANK YOU
robby will not let his boyfriend take care of him when he’s sick, he could have a fever of 105°F and still be up shuffling around the house, insisting he’s fine
so dennis had to get creative. that’s where the sexy nurse outfit comes in. he felt so stupid putting it on the first time but it actually fucking worked
as soon as robby saw him, he stopped dead in his tracks. he was cleaning around the house while sniffling and coughing, until his red, wet eyes landed on dennis. his skin was already flushed from the fever, but dennis swears robby’s cheeks became redder.
his obviously flustered boyfriend made dennis feel more confident. he stepped close, took the dustpan and broom away from robby and set them on the wall, and robby just let him, speechless.
‘dennis… what-‘ he coughs, ‘what is this?’
dennis bit back a smirk. his boyfriend could be adorable sometimes, trying to act like the short skirt of the dress and the red lace peaking out isn’t affecting him. dennis doesn’t have the volume to fill out the cleavage, but it doesn’t seem to matter to robby, as his eyes are clearly fixated on dennis’ chest area.
‘i just wanna take care of you, same way you always take care of me,’ dennis say, voice as soft as he could muster. he didn’t try make his voice breathy and porn like, as his costume would suggest, because his main concern was still his boyfriend’s well being.
‘are you gonna let me,’ dennis adds, taking robby’s hand.
robby just nods and lets dennis lead him to their bed.
‘if you’re good and let yourself recover from your illness, you’ll get a treat, mmh ?’
‘okay,’ robby breathes out. and he is good, the rest of the day. lets dennis spoon feed him soup, naps when dennis tells him too, accept medication, stops lying about his pain levels…
turns out having a boyfriend who’s default setting us horny is easier than dennis previously thought
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