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It wasn't his first choice, but his parents cut him off when he came out, and he refused to join the army like his Dad kept pressuring him, too.

He's good at it, though, and there's this one viewer who might be his favorite. He's the sweetest in the comments, tips the highest, and always pays for private chats even if Jack is too tired to do more than jerk off.

Robby is chief of emergency medicine at PTMC.

He works too much, has very little free time, and every relationship he's ever had ends before it even begins.

So, on nights when he can't sleep or is is wired tight — he goes online.

Live cams are new to him, a little odd but he enjoys the interaction.

Finding JockRabbit was just a stroke of luck (pun intended)

Does he feel pervy watching this kid who can't be any older than 21 making doe eyes at the camera with his dick in his hand? Kind of.

But those eyes? Curls? That mouth?

Robby's never come harder than when JockRabbit winks at camera and thanks him for the tip.

So twice a week, Robby settles into his favorite pastime. Watches JockRabbit get off for an hour, then pays for a private show until the boy is sleepy and saying good night.

Then cleans off and goes to sleep.

Its a steady routine.

A little fucked up

But a routine none the less

One morning, Dana wrangles him before he slips into a trauma to remind him of the new set of med students.

"They’re a little late today, but they'll be here soon."

"Great. Lemme know when they are." He gives her a thumbs up then dives right in.

He's elbows deep in a trauma, ordering the room at large what to do.

An eager shadow slides next to him, hovering as he explains how to intubate.

"Then pull." He leans back, letting the patient head drop, "Thats how you intubate."

"That was amazing."

Robby's heart stops. His blood runs cold.

Standing beside him in a pair of black scrubs, gloved hands clasped together, hazel eyes bright with wonder is the star of everyone of Robby's filthy fantasies.

"Uh-"

"Hi, Jack Abbot. MS-3. Nurse Evans sent me in here. I'm excited to be working with you, Dr. Robinavitch."

He's even more beautiful in person.

"Robby." He snaps.

Jack's eyes widen, "Uh-"

Robby clears his throat, "Sorry, Robby. You can call me Dr. Robby "

Jack's weary expression shifts into glee, he holds his gloved hand out and grins, "Pleasure to meet you Dr. Robby."

Oh he is so fucked.

jack is fully clothed and Robby fully naked, the stark contrast between them making jack more turned on by the second,

Robby's cock is already red and achingly hard, the urge to whine and plead for any sort of stimulation extremely hard to resist

Robby's been given strict orders: do not speak unless spoken to and do not make any noise. he doesn't dare obey, knowing how serious jack is about the orders.

Jack begins to undo his pants, just pushing them down his thighs enough to let his cock free. he's going to work himself up slowly, making sure to keep intense eye contact with Robby the whole time. he gets off on seeing how needy the other man becomes, his eyes portraying all the want and need he's feeling.

Slow and steady 💕

This Isn’t Back to the Future // Explicit // 15,556 words

Robby wakes up to a Jack Abbot that’s twenty years younger than the version he went to sleep with. An existential crisis (and sex) ensues.

And hear me out here...

Michael Robinavitch was The Librarian and Jack Abbot was his Guardian?

Listen listen I know I know Flynn Carson is a precious bean and all but let's AU this fuckery up. Nerdy Robby goes for an interview armed with all his intelligence and curiosity and love of books and lands the job. And bad ass combat vet turned doctor Jack gets a white envelope telling him he's got to protect this geeky fool.

Don't fall in love, dummies. Don't fall in lo-

They fell in love.

GOTdamn it.

But also ALSO imagine the banter between Charlene and Robby. I mean Robby would probably HATE her at first but then THEN he would adore her. And Judson would be all quiet whimsy against Robby's dry wit? And Robby and Excalibur sparring and becoming friends?