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• They always spend NYE together. If Jack has to work, Robby hangs out until he gets his midnight kiss then he sleeps in the break room until his shift starts

• Jack’s mom bothered them for years about not getting a holiday card because all his siblings send one, so now he and Robby make one every year. Matching sweaters and everything.

• Jack calls Robby “sweetheart”

• Twice Robby has had to go to conferences without Jack and both times he sent his dozens of selfies exploring whatever city

• Jack sends pictures of him in the ED back

• Jack doesn’t read much, but he loves for Robby to read aloud to him (he always falls asleep within five minutes)

• Robby sheepishly admitted to not sleeping as well when Jack has to work because they can’t cuddle. Jack busy him a pregnancy pillow to help

• He loves to come home to see Robby wrapped around it, but he’s learned the hard way it isn’t possible to take it from him without disturbing his sleep. Jack ends up spooning Robby on the “wrong side” of the bed instead

• Every time Jack says he’s going to shower, Robby ruffles his hair just to see the curls fluff up

• In the winter, Robby bundles up tight because he still prefers to walk to work and Jack loves how cute he looks with his rosy cheeks peeking out from under his scarf

• Anytime Jack gets to show off his strength (lift something moderate heavy, open a stick jar) he makes a big show of flexing after because it’s a guaranteed way to make Robby laugh

• They love singing loud as fuck to the radio. The cars next to them can hear them jamming out

• Jack is ticklish. If he has phantom pains in his leg, Robby mirror touches tickling the bottom of his feet to take his mind off it.

• Robby is the main chef of the household; Jack clings to his back, watching over his shoulder and muttering “smells good” every thirty seconds

• That said, Jack makes an excellent cheesecake. He learned the recipe for his wife, he used to make it for her birthday, and now he gets to share it with the other love of his life

• After they get married, Robby wears a three ring stack. Engagement, wedding, and eternity ring.

• Jack let Robby cut his hair once during quarantine, and just… thank god he wasn’t going out into the world like that (he had to get the ole Pope Cody s1 look after to fix it)

• They have one shared wardrobe for anything other than formal attire. The fit changes a little from their body types, but they both wear a large so why not

• Jack likes to sit in Robby’s lap, chest to chest. They feel more rested after that type of cuddle session than sleep sometimes

• Their favorite date night is at home playing board games and chatting

bodies are done, background is gonna be loosely based on my own room

question:

NOAH WYLE as JOHN CARTER

Pictures of him sucking Jack’s dick, face covered in cum, bent over, holding himself open, leaking Jack’s cum, eyes red from the flash but still clearly fucked brainless. Every position they did, Jack has a photo of it.

Developed photos. Jack remained a member of the University’s photography club all the way through med school, solely so he could use the darkroom for personal use.

The riskiest (and stupidest) thing Jack ever did was sneak a couple of his favorites onto base with him so he could jerk off to them.

Over the years, they’ve slowly stopped taking dirty pictures, save for a few through text. Jack is especially proud of the time he got Robby to send him a photo of his ass while he was on shift. It’s blurry and at an awkward angle since Robby can’t see his own backside without the help of a mirror, but Jack cherishes it. He got off immediately after he received it and sent Robby a picture of the mess he made as a token of his appreciation.

One day, while digging through their closet, Jack finds the haphazard album they’d created all those years ago and excitedly shows Robby, who laughs and says, “Thank God we took pictures then. Imagine now.”

Jack hates Robby’s self-deprecating humor, but he loves his ideas. Yes, Jack can imagine it now. “Let me take some photos tonight.”

Robby is reluctant, but agrees.

It was never really gonna be the one night; Jack spends the next few months recreating his favorites. Including one that’s Robby’s beautiful nude body covered in hickeys. (For that, Jack pulls out the blindfold and handcuffs so Robby doesn’t see him referencing the photo)

Once Jack has a proper collection of his husband looking as delicious as ever, he prints them out and attaches them around the frame of their bedroom mirror.

When Robby sees them, he blooms a radiant shade of red. But that’s just the beginning.

Jack fucks him in front of the mirror and makes him look at every version of himself while Jack sings his praises and puts that pretty, brainless look on Robby’s face.

(Tw: body image stuff)