all of them empty but mine

I... I haven't had to deal with peds cases since Afghanistan.

He was always very close with his mother, but of course he always thought it was just because he was her baby. His brothers always resented him for being coddled and getting away with anything, much like most youngest siblings do… but as he gets older things shift.

His mom and dad don’t really love each other as much as their pastor says parents are supposed to love each other. Dad is sleeping on the couch more and more. And every so often, Dennis will wake up to his mother pulling him from bed. “Come get in the big bed with mommy. You’ll sleep better.”

He’s only 11. Its normal to find comfort in your mom. And he assumes that its ok for her to find comfort in him too. They just love each other so much. She tells him about how much she loves him, and how she sometimes wishes they could leave Dad and Trent and Elijah and Connor here on the farm. They could live by themselves and he could be her sweet little Dennis forever. And that sounds okay… he doesn’t like how aggressive his dad and brothers are anyway.

And when mom says that he’s the only reason she hasn’t killed herself… thats just how much she loves him right? So he should keep being her sweet boy. He needs to take care of his mom. He’ll go to church with her. He’ll think about being a pastor, like his dad always wanted to be. He’ll listen to his mother cry and scream about how hard life is… and he’ll hold her while she cries, even though he’s only 15– and 15 year olds shouldn’t have to be the ones comforting their mothers.

But Dennis isn’t perfect. He can’t be exactly what she needs. She needs a husband. One who will take care of her. And for a while, Dennis could do that. He could listen to all her problems, and tell her that it would all be okay. But he can’t fill that hole forever. Especially because he’s not the kind of man his mommy needs. He’s not that happy pursuing religion. He wants to help people and go into medicine, but she thinks that emergency medicine is the work of the devil… And he hates to disappoint her. And he hates to take away the only thing thats keeping her here on the planet. But maybe since he’s done so much for her, she’ll finally be able to return the favor and try to understand him a little?

But she doesn’t.

—

Now, he’s in the condo of his boyfriend who’s twice his age. A man in his 50’s who is actively working on his mental health, but never asks Dennis to deal with his depressive episodes. A man who is good at keeping clear boundaries, yet makes him feel more loved than any person ever has.

A man who takes care of him as well. Who lets him cry, and act childish without telling him he’s wrong for that. A man who holds him and tells him how he’s so brave for doing anything remotely scary or overwhelming.

There are definitely a few wires crossed in his brain. Mainly the ones that connect the way he receives love and affection, and the feeling of being babied and coddled. But now he lives with Robby— who’s loves that about him.

Robby puts him to bed in his crib every night, even though he knows he’s going to wake up to that soft voice an hour later over the baby monitor. The poor boy who needs someone to cuddle up to.

But when Robby picks him up and takes him to the big bed, its different than his mom. For one, Dennis always wants to go cuddle with him. And secondly, Robby is his companion. His partner, who is going to love him no matter what happens. If he makes a mistake or responds to something wrong, Robby is still going to be there telling him that he loves him. And its not because Dennis the only thing keeping him alive.

Jack barely leans closer to whisper, "you can either walk into the bathroom on your own will, or I can pull you in there. Either way, you're not leaving my ER with a full bladder."

Robby picks the easy route; shuffles his way non-too slowly into what is supposed to be a single occupant restroom. Doesn't have to wait long for Jack to slip in behind him and herd him towards the single urinal in the corner, thick fingers unbuckling and opening Robby's fly with practiced ease. Abbot hooks his chin over Robby's shoulder when he helpfully widens his stance enough for Abbot to reach, slips his hand down the front of the older man's boxers.

If asked, Jack will freely admit to taking his time with his hand down Robby's boxers. He knows he's taking his sweet time pulling him out, cupping and fondling the soft shaft until he's satisfied with the amount of wiggle in Robby's hips before he holds him properly- pushes the worn waistband down and hooks it behind his balls for better clearance.

And Robby won't freely admit to the fact that he is a bit pee shy. No matter how bad he has to go, it always takes him a good minute for his body to let go, finally relax enough to participate in a basic bodily function. Jack is happy to wait. Happier to gently rub at Robby's belly to help him relax. Up and down. Up and down. Fingers scraping through the thick, coarse, deliciously graying layer of belly hair. Eyes focused on the exposed tip of Robby's thick cock. Just until the first dribble makes its appearance, when Robby sags back against his chest and lets out that soft sigh, then Jack is firmly rubbing low on his belly. Transverse, hip to hip with a bit of added pressure on the notable firmness of his full bladder.

Robby lets out a longer relieved sigh as his stream finally gets strong enough to hit the back wall of the porcelain dish in front of him, and Jack takes that as the tell that it is: Robby wouldn't be able to stop if he wanted to, he can't escape Jack's coming lecture.

"You know I hate that you hold it so long," softly murmured in his ear, drawing goosebumps to the surface of his skin. "Gonna give yourself BPH- actually, I'm sure you already have it. Last time I was feeling around in there, your prostate was much easier to find. And I know I can't chalk it up to knowing your body so well," Jack nips at the thin, freckled skin of Robby's nape, sinks his teeth in just hard enough to leave a faint bruise that should be gone by morning. Eyes still focused on the now steady stream, Jack makes a mental note of the color. Four- No, probably five. Jack huffs. Idiot.

With no sign of Robby being anywhere near done, Jack knows he has a little more time to maybe-possibly-hopefully get through his husband's thick skull about taking care of his bladder and surrounding organs.

"Holding it for long periods does the same thing as pushing. You're just weakening the muscles, which leads to what?"

"I think I'd know if I was going inco-"

"Shut up. Don't talk back to me when you're the one vulnerable. You'll got fucking incontinence by the end of the year if you keep this up," Jack applies pressure with his fingertips into the softening bulb of Robby's bladder through the layer of middle-aged weight, really digs them in to make Robby whimper. His stream strengthens with the added pressure, Robby shuffles his feet on the tiles in pain. Jack lets up after only a second. "I don't think you want to be walking around dribbling piss into your pants all day, and I know you're too proud to wear incontinence underwear, so how about you listen to me for one on this and- Stop. Fucking. Holding. It."

Each word earns Robby an increasingly incessant roll of Abbot's hips against his ass and a harsh bite to scold the statement into his brain. Driving the point home.

Eyes still focused on the steady stream; Jack makes a mental note of the color. Four- No, probably five. Jack huffs. Idiot.

"You need to either slow down on the coffee or up your water intake to outweigh the acid."

There's a long beat of silence as Robby's stream slowly pitters out; drawing a close to Abbot's impromptu Urology lecture. Before the last of his business if through, Robby tips his head back against Jack's shoulder and groans, happy and sated, comfortable without the thorn in his abdomen shoot pain into his nerves. Taken care of like he so desperately craves-

you in the dark you in the pain you on the run

I swear he’s human he’s just going through something

Inspired by @robbys-hairy-tummy

And jack sitting there, drinking something while he listens and just sort of going "Mikey these are all just..normal things people thing wdym"