Robby’s Scrubs

He works out a schedule, informs his staff, and even wrangles Dana into letting him bring Princess to describe the nursing aspect of the ER. 

Hell, he makes post-it cards. Good ones, too. 

By the weekend before his first lecture he's ready. Prepared. Spent valuable alone time with Jack practicing his speech, answering hypothetical questions, the whole enchilada. 

Except for his outfits. 

He has a tux or two. From weddings or hospital events he’s been forced to attend, but they're — impersonal. 

Perlah says he needs to look inviting, comfortable, but not like he just rolled off the ED floor. 

Meaning no scrubs, no hiking boots, no worn out hoodies with questionable barbeque stains. Robby isn't happy about it but he goes shopping.

He has no idea what he's doing, Robby's idea of a fun outfit is soft sweats and a cardigan, maybe a loose tee with some comfortable jeans. He has no need to dress up, okay. If he’s not at work, he’s at home and there isn’t anyone he needs to impress. Not since he and Jack finally broke their two decades worth of will they- won’t they. Basically, he hasn't bought nice, new clothes in years. 

Given this hiccup Robby asks for help — readily letting Princess tug him to the nearest men's clothing store with his credit card and an absurd amount of trepidation. 

It takes them two hours to find him three outfits he's comfortable with that pass whatever "aesthetic" Princess (and Perlah) have dreamed up for him.  

After paying for it all, he takes his friend and coworker out for lunch, a haircut he didn’t think he needed but Princess insisted was necessary, then goes home and ignores the clothes until the day comes. 

When Monday morning comes in, bright, early and much too soon he lays them all out and rifles through the bunch. Simple outfits, each harboring a "professor chic" style and they all fit him better than anything he’s owned before. 

Three nice button up, fitted slim slacks with comfortable loafers that don't make his feet itch. One forest green cardigan and two suit jackets. He called it on the ties – already has an absurd amount from decades of birthdays and hanukkahs. 

After a scary amount of time he finally grabs his selection of clothes, trudges in the bathroom to shower then ends up standing in front of the steam covered mirror while fiddling with his tie, half expecting someone to jump out of it and shout, “Boo.” 

He went for the maroon button up, collar ironed flat, gold underline hidden from view with buttons that disappear into fabric. He felt ridiculous wearing the suit jacket, leaving it draped over the back of the toilet, opting for just the tie instead.

A simple one, soft grey with maroon pinstripes woven in. 

He runs his hand over it then fiddles with his belt, then sliding his hands down his thighs, fingers tingling with nervous energy.

His slacks are charcoal with black subtle plaid running through, fabric folded neatly at the waist. They match his tie thankfully, leading him to the illusion that he knows what he’s doing. 

Robby comes back up to his neck, catching the hanging fabric, smoothing a thumb over the gordian knot. Should he wear the tie? Maybe it's too much. It is constricting, pushing against his Adam’s apple. Maybe if he just- 

He tugs it, loosening his collar until it hangs from his neck. It exposes the hollow of his throat, creases of wrinkles and red skin. 

He looks ridiculous.

“This is stupid.” Robby drops his head, tapping his fingers on the counter before grabbing his glasses. He shoves them onto his face, forces himself to make eye contact and glares at himself. 

“Stop stressing over this. You look fine. You look professional. You look-” 

“So fucking hot.” 

Robby yelps, jumping back from the bathroom mirror. He whips around to see Jack slouching in the doorway, work bag dangling from his arm. His curls in disarray, eyes heavy from a long shift. He has a red mark along his cheek, probably from an unruly patient. 

Jack's hazel eyes trace him from his head to his foot and back again. A trail of heated embarrassment following the path his gaze makes. 

Robby squeezes his fist, “Don’t-.” 

“Shush.” His boyfriend holds up a finger, “I'm savoring this.” 

Robby's nerves trickle away, skin still a live wire even as his shoulders loosen, “You're being ridiculous.” 

“No.” He drops his bag then steps forward until he's crowding Robby against the sink, "What's ridiculous is how good you look.” Jack smells like the hospital, antiseptic with a faintly sweet smell of nitrile gloves. It's devastating how good it makes Robby feel. His lips part with a sharp inhale to keep himself calm in face of Jack’s — everything. 

Robby's heart stutters, heat rushing to his cheeks, “I have the lecture.” 

Jack hums, “I bet everyone in that class won't be paying attention to a word you say.” He leans closer, ghosting his nose over Robby’s cheek, trailing along his jaw, before tucking into the curve of his neck. 

“God, if I was there I'd be fucked. I’d have to sit in the back of the class to keep myself from touching you.” Jack’s lips tickle his skin, breath hot, burning Robby from the outside in. 

His hands jump to Jack's waist, pulling him flush until their bodies align, chest to pelvis. Jack's left knee sliding between Robby's thighs. He’s damn near breathless, tongue thick in his mouth. 

“I doubt they'll have that problem you perv.” 

Jack huffs a laugh, licking Robby's pulse until he groans and shivers. Jack's hands have found their way to his hips, one sliding further to cup his ass. He squeezes, once, twice, before tracing the seam between his cheeks.  

“They'll be thinking about you bending them over your desk-” 

“I don't have a desk-” 

He bites him, sharp and quick,  Robby gasps. Head falling back, eyes sliding shut as he groans. He's shaking, fine tremors running through his frame. He pushes into Jack, slotting their hips together in a faint attempt at friction. Jack rolls his tongue over his flesh, nibbling until Robby’s panting like a dog. 

His pulse is in his ears, a haze overcoming his senses as Jack lavishes his neck and collar with attention. Soft kisses, scraping teeth, and soothing tongue all making his head spin. He fights whether to pull Jack closer, bring their mouths together and forget about the damn lecture, or push him away and muster up some decorum. 

He opens his mouth to say as much but Jack latches onto the bolt of his jaw and sucks, hard and deep, Robby's knees nearly giving out. 

“I think, shit, I think I’ll be lucky if they pay attention at all.” He’s breathless, fumbling his words.

His boyfriend nuzzles him, kissing back up his throat. When Jack’s other hand moves to his ass, spreading his cheeks before digging into the muscles, Robby knows he needs to put an end to this. 

He keens. Jack ruts against him, cock a heated line through his scrub pants. Robby’s mind is mush. 

“Jack.” He pulls himself together enough to surge upright and shove Jack's chest until he backs away. 

Jack's pupils are blown, mouth red and slick, a conniving smirk curling his cheeks. 

“That'll have them paying attention.” He lifts a hand to drag his thumb across the area he abused. 

Robby flushes, pulse tachy as he flips around to see what's been done. A dark reddening mark hides along the edge of his beard. Visible enough you know what it is when you see it but tucked away enough it could be mistaken as a shadow from his collar. 

He prods it, glaring at a chuckling Jack who comes forward to wrap his arms around Robby's waist. 

“You're an asshole.” 

“Probably.” He kisses Robby’s cheek, “But now you'll have something to look forward to. A reward if you will. ” 

“Yeah?” Robby turns his head to examine the mark better, “What is that?” 

Jack catches his eye in the mirror, “Me. Stripping you out of these clothes, leaving marks anywhere I want, having my way with you.” 

Robby hums, “Sounds more like a reward for you.” 

“Mutually beneficial.” 

Robby laughs, shattering his anxiety, slipping back around to capture Jack's mouth in a kiss. It's steadying, inviting, anchoring him in place. Interrupted only by his alarm going off. 

Jack kisses his forehead when they separate, walks Robby to the door. He gives encouragement, reminds Robby about his talking points and why doing this is an inspiring thing. 

“Give them a lasting impression. Give them a reason to consider emergency medicine.” Jack says lastly, holding Robby's pack out for him,

“Sure, why not. Hey folks, come to the ED, where we got blood, guts and sluts.” He waves to his newly acquired hickey, slinging his bag over his shoulder. 

Jack winks at him, "That's what got me there. Now go, Professor Robinavitch, before I start asking for extra credit.” 

He swats Robby on the ass as he turns out of the door. 

-

The lecture went great, students asked all sorts of questions. They were truly impressed with the stories he provided and he got to experience the excitement of medicine from fresh eyes in a way he hasn't in decades. 

He will not be telling Jack about the student who batted his eyes at him, saying “I could use a good tutor.” while slipping him his phone number. 

Jack does most of his jerking off in the shower; not that he does much of that anymore between getting laid at parties and whatever mutual understanding he's come to with Robby.

He figures Robby is in a similar situation, except he's probably not having as much real sex as Jack is, considering he hardly leaves their dorm for anything other than class.

Until one night, the lights are out, and Jack is lying in bed trying to ignore the impending doom of an exam he didn't study enough for when a little noise rolls over to his side of the room.

Jack knows that sound. He's had the privilege of hearing it only centimeters from his ear, and for the past four months, it's made frequent appearances in his shower-time fantasies.

He hears it again, then a third time, more strangled, desperate.

Jack leaps out of bed and turns the overhead light on. When he turns the short corner of the half-wall, Robby is stuffed under his covers with wide eyes.

"Uh..."

"What're you doing?" Jack asks. As if he doesn't know exactly what Robby was doing, and even if he didn't, that pitiful tent under the bedding would tell him.

"Well, I..."

"Am I no good or something?"

Robby's eyebrows knit together. "What?"

"Looked like you were having a good time when I made you cum your panties before," Jack taunts.

The pretty glow on Robby's cheeks brightens. "They're not panties."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night. You don't want me to get off or something? You want me to lose sleep and fail that fucking test because you're too selfish to help me out?"

Robby's eyes get impossibly wider. He sputters and shifts. "I thought you were already asleep."

Jack hums. Sure, he did. "Do you want help?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure. Just let me--" He reaches for his discarded panties on the floor, but before he can grab them, Jack yanks the duvet back.

The sharp gasp Robby lets out is almost like a bark. He tries to cover himself, but Jack has already taken everything in.

One, Robby is not impressive. It isn't laughably small, but he's on the lower end of average. Two, his dick is dry. There's a bottle of lube lying on the mattress by Robby's hip, and from what Jack was hearing, it's been used.

"Jack—"

He hooks a hand under one of Robby's knees and lifts. Robby yelps and grabs at the mattress. He tries to close his legs, but Jack is too strong and enamored with the sight he's met with.

Robby's wet, winking asshole. Jack has the disgusting impulse to eat it like a pussy. He pushes the thought away and drops Robby's leg. "I didn't know you were gay for real."

"I'm not— It's—"

"I don't care," Jack shrugs. He doesn't have anything against homosexuals, no matter what the anger festering in his chest is trying to tell him. Does Robby fuck other guys? Does he bring random losers back to their room while Jack is out and let them hear his pretty whines? He better fucking not. "Just didn't realize."

"This is just a private thing," Robby insists. "I won't do it when you're here, okay? Sorry."

He starts to recover himself, but Jack grabs the hem of the duvet. "I'll still help you."

Robby blinks up at him. "You... what?"

"Girls have asses. It's not a big deal."

"You've... fucked girls in the ass?"

"No." Jack shifts his weight to his other foot. "But they have them."

"But I'm not a girl."

"I'm not gonna suck your fucking dick, am I? I'm going to fuck you."

Robby's jaw drops, and Jack can't help but picture what those pink lips would look like wrapped around his dick. "Okay." He nods slowly. "Yeah, okay."

Jack snatches the lube off the bed and pours some in his hand. Once he's done, he tosses the bottle onto Robby's chest. He wraps his hand around his dick and starts stroking. Robby watches like the giant homo he is. "Well, get on with it."

That shocks Robby back into his body. He re-lubricates his fingers and worms them between his gorgeous, long legs.

Jack drags his hand over himself slowly, enjoying the show. Robby is so tight, twitching and keening around each finger. The knot in Jack's gut unfurls; he must not be getting dicked down too often.

"Okay, I— I think I'm ready," Robby gasps. He's got three fingers inside himself, stretching and curling, sending that wonderful blush down his chest.

Jack settles on his knees, admiring the slight gape of Robby's hole. He's so wet and loose; the terrible thought of kissing him there comes back. No. Never. Jack doesn't kiss guys. He's not gay; he just doesn't turn down orgasms.

"Sure you're ready?"

Robby's enchanting brown eyes have sunken into blackness. "Yes," he says, so breathless it's almost a whistle.

A low groan escapes Jack as he sinks inside. Fuck, it's so good. Hot and wet and tight. Tighter than anything he's had before. He digs his nails into the soft flesh of Robby's thighs as his eyes roll back.

"So good," he pants. "So good, baby."

Robby releases his own moan at that. His hands flail in desperation before landing on the wall behind him, grabbing at nothing. "Keep going."

Don't have to tell Jack twice. This part is easy. He's fucked before, and he fucks well. Not only that, but his and Robby's previously clothed escapades have given him insight into how Robby likes it; now is his chance to show what he's learned.

Jack pounds into Robby like it's his job. His grip on Robby's legs gets firmer and firmer to the point that Jack is certain he'll leave behind purple bruises on his pale, lithe thighs.

His posture curls in on itself with each thrust, getting closer to the tempting sounds being punched out of Robby. It'd be so easy to fit his mouth around those lips and swallow each noise whole.

He's only a few inches from Robby's face now; their noses occasionally brushing. Delicate hands trace his shoulder blades. Fuck. Jack was too wound up in the pleasure of Robby around him to notice him moving. It feels good. A nice contrast from his own brutal pace.

The lack of acknowledgement makes Robby bolder, and soon he's dragging sharp lines along the muscles of Jack's back. The thought of seeing them in the mirror, or feeling them when he leans back in a chair, makes Jack's dick twitch.

"I'm— I'm close," Robby whimpers.

Jack nods. He doubts he has two more minutes left. His orgasm creeps closer. Hot and mounting in his gut. He looks down. Robby's pretty fucked out face is too much to resist.

He slaps a hand on Robby's mouth and kisses his own knuckles, hard and greedy.

One of Robby's pretty sounds sends vibrations through his hand. A soft, needy tongue pushes against his palm, threatening to peek through the gaps in Jack's fingers.

The thought of Robby's tongue accidentally slipping inside his mouth sends Jack over the edge. He releases deep inside Robby, jutting his hips all the way through his own and Robby's too.

Once they're both finished, Jack detaches his hand from Robby's mouth. It's swollen, red, and wet as if they've actually been kissing.

Jack pulls out ungracefully and stumbles away.

"That was good," he rasps. "Thanks, man."

Robby nods. "You're welcome... and thanks, too." He's breathless and gorgeous, laid flat out on the mattress, covered in cum and a deep red pigment coloring his face.

The thing that surprised Jack the most about his relationship with Robby is how possessive he has become since he and Robby confessed their long kept feelings for each other. He knows Robby is a catch outside of the baggage he carries around with him. He’s tall, smart, handsome, and has the prettiest brown eyes. Dr. Sexy, Dr. Daddy, hot Chief of the ED. Jack has heard it all. But his favorite part is that, all those things about Robby are true AND Robby is Jack’s. His husband, his lover and his soulmate. That tall, beardy, hunk of a man belongs to Jack Abbot in mind, body and soul.

Despite being married for years, Jack’s heart still swells when he thinks about it. He’s not sure how he got so fucking lucky twice in one lifetime but he knows he will do absolutely anything to protect what’s his. Jack is a flirty man by nature, but for reasons yet uncovered, Jack goes absolutely feral when Robby gets flirted with by anyone but himself. Which is a lot considering how handsome he is. Robby on the other hand knows about Jack’s possessiveness and tries not to exploit it (for the most part—he’s a brat at heart). But since Robby is walking sex on (very long) legs and doesn’t know it, he often gets himself into trouble without even trying.

Jack was on a rare swing shift when it happened. Robby was walking towards the hub with a very handsome gentleman at his side, walking a little too close together for Jack’s liking. He was taller than Robby which was a feat in itself and dark skinned with piercing eyes and gorgeous hair. He looked like a model. He was younger than the two Attending’s by at least 10 years and still had a pep in his step.

Must be nice, Jack thought to himself as he felt his blood pressure rising by the second.

He watched Robby genuinely laugh at something the guy had said and the man handed Robby a small piece of paper (which Jack presumed could only be this guys number) and gave him a fucking honest-to-god wink before he sauntered away.

This woke something animalistic inside Jack.

He darted towards Robby and wrapped a tight arm around his shoulder and directed him towards an empty patient room. Jack had Robby pinned to the nearest wall before the door even fully closed.

“What. The. Fuck. Was. That?!,” He asked between kisses and nips at Robby’s throat.

“What was wha—aaahhh,” Robby replied as he hissed through his teeth.

“Doesn’t everyone here already know that you’re mine?” Jack asked again, not really expecting an answer.

He was so full of adrenaline, he was trying not to think about fucking Robby at the hub so no one ever even looks at him again. He’s managing to contain himself, but barely.

“Jack—,” was all Robby was able to squeak out before Jack’s hot mouth engulfed his. Their tongues met and wrapped around each other with fervor, tasting and enjoying their stolen moment. Robby was just as good at kissing as he was at most things. A true natural. It still drove Jack mad after all these years and Robby couldn’t help but moan at Jack’s unexpected ferocity. Jack was kissing him senseless.

“Shhh…baby, they’ll hear us….or maybe I should let them, huh?” Jack teased. “No one gets what’s mine, Michael.”

Robby could only shiver in response.

Jack continued his attack on Robby down to where his neck meets his shoulder. He pulled Robby’s scrub top to the side and inhaled.

“Fuck, you smell so good, Mike.” Jack traced his lips a few inches to the side and latched on. He sucked hard, feeling Robby tense at the sudden onslaught of delicious pain Jack was inflicting on him.

“Fuck, Jack. I love when you mark me. Makes me feel claimed. Makes me feel like I’m yours,” Robby confessed. His hands flew to Jack’s hair to ground himself.

“You are claimed, baby. And I’ll mark you again and again until everyone knows it.” Jack replied between sucks, licks and nips on Robby’s exposed skin.

All Robby could do was whine and moan and take what Jack was giving him. He was pinned by Jack’s strong body, it’s his favorite place to be so he wasn’t about to complain. He gasped as Jack cupped his obviously hard cock through his cargoes.

“This cock is mine especially, isn’t it, Michael?” He asks Robby, his voice dripping with lust. “Tell me.” He demands, squeezing.

“It’s yours, Jack. All of me. Everything. There was never anyone else for me. There is no world for me where I don’t belong to you,” Robby manages to choke out. Jack removes his hand and grabs Robby’s face and kisses him hard once more.

“Such a fucking sap. I’m trying to stake my claim and you’re not being fair.” Robby knows just how easily Jack gives in when he’s being romantic.

“You started it.” Robby says with a soft chuckle.

“And when we get home, I’m gonna end it by marking you up so good, Michael Robinavitch, that it’ll be weeks until the bruises fade. No one will have the audacity to fucking wink at you in my presence ever again.”

Robby smiled and kissed Jack once more.

“Deal.”

That night, Jack kept his promise. He made Robby come on his tongue, fingers and cock while he littered Robby’s chest and torso with purple bruises. He whispered praises along Robby’s body and created his own masterpiece of blown capillaries and red bite marks. It wasn’t until the next morning that Robby looked in the mirror and gasped when he was met with a slightly crooked but clear enough “J” sucked into his chest and stomach.

Jack hugged him from behind and rested his head on gently on Robby’s bitten shoulder, admiring his handiwork.

“Fuck…. I look like I got the shit kicked out of me.” Robby chuckled, he was transfixed on the mirror, pupils blown.

“Nah, brother. I think people will get the message when they see it.” Jack replied with a smirk. His love for this incredible man in his arms knows no bounds.

Jack slowly tracked his fingers around the marks, pressing in just enough to make Robby hiss.

“You’re the most beautiful work of art, I’ve ever seen, Mike. And you’re all mine babe.” Robby met Jack’s eyes in the mirror and smiled fondly.

“All yours, Jack. Forever.”

He’s hard. Jack’s hard, and his dick is pressed right between Robby’s ass cheeks. When he realizes, he freezes. His brain finally catches up with reality, but before he can apologize and move away, Robby rolls his hips backwards.

A low moan rumbles through Jack. Cautiously, he pushes forward. It feels so good. The scrape of his boxers and Robby’s pajama pants provides a soft friction, but the materials are thin enough that he can still feel the heat of Robby through their clothes.

Robby pushes back again; Jack pushes forward.

This slow back and forth goes on for a few minutes before Jack snaps. He places a firm hand on the floor next to Robby’s head, and the other tight on his hip, keeping Robby’s hips tilted up just right for Jack to hump against like a wild animal.

Robby lies there and takes it. Biting his lip to muffle his needy whines and looking back at Jack with glazed-over eyes and beautiful pink cheeks smashed into the floor.

It doesn’t take long for Jack to cum, leaving what should be a humiliatingly large stain in his underwear, but he doesn’t care. He leans back on his knees, trying to catch his breath and bring his consciousness back inside his body.

In that time, Robby rolls over onto his back, exposing the large tent that’s formed in his pants. He moves to wiggle out from under Jack, presumably to take care of his own obvious problem, but Jack pins him down again with a heavy hand on his shoulder.

Robby looks up at him with those gorgeous brown eyes. Jack’s own trace the desperate bob of Robby’s Adam’s Apple before darting back down to his covered hard-on.

Jack places a flat palm on Robby’s clothed dick. A small, pitiful sound breaks through Robby.

“Do it,” Jack demands.

Robby’s breath stutters, a little confused, but he catches on quickly. He plants his feet for leverage and bucks his hips, rubbing his hard dick against Jack’s unmoving, flat hand.

With each thrust, Robby loses more and more of his composure. Soon his face blooms into a radiant red, and the hold on his lip slips, releasing wanton moans into the air.

Jack is too recently spent to go again, but that doesn’t stop his dick from twitching in interest.

Robby orgasms so prettily. His moans echo through the room, and his blush has descended past the collar of his shirt. Jack resists the temptation to lift the hem and check how far down it goes.

“We good?” Jack asks. His palm is still hot from all Robby’s rubbing.

“Yeah.” Robby swallows. “We’re good.”

After that, they enter a silent agreement to get each other off. It starts slow, with little brushes here and there that turn into more humping and the occasional hand.

But they also have unspoken rules. No purposeful skin-to-skin, no getting naked, and no kissing.

They get close sometimes. Fingers brushing under lifted shift hems and heavy panting into each other’s mouths, but they never cross the line.

That is, until Jack gets home from class, pent up beyond belief.

It’s been a long week, and all Jack could think about during that dull-ass lecture was Robby’s pretty blissed-out face. And then when he walks into their dorm, there he is in nothing but his underwear, waiting for his leftovers to finish in the microwave.

Jack snaps. Before he can think, he’s shoving his jeans down to his knees, and Robby is bent over the counter, letting himself be humped in the middle of their kitchen with Jack’s hands enveloping his thin waist. Jack figures it’s not really breaking the rules, more bending, since he wouldn’t be touching Robby’s bare torso if he was properly dressed.

“I didn’t know you wore panties,” Jack huffs.

“I— I don’t.” Robby's arguing is undercut by his soft whimpers and the fact that Jack can see the tiny briefs cupping his ass. His cheeks bounce under the material with each of Jack’s thrusts.

Jack’s grip on Robby’s waist tightens, and is pace increases. It’s not long before a familiar wet puddle forms in his boxers.

The microwave is beeping somewhere far away, but Jack doesn’t give a shit. He’s too focused on placing Robby against the fridge. Jack cups his hands under Robby’s thighs and helps him grind against his stomach.

The briefs give Jack a nice outline of Robby’s dick. It’s nothing special. Jack could probably cover the whole thing with one fist; he imagines it leaving a trail over Robby’s thin stomach while Jack fucks him until he cries.

Robby’s little whines turn to moans, and for the first time, Jack is able to see that pretty pink blush crawl all the way down to his nipples. Fuck. Jack’s mouth waters; he wants to bite them so bad, but he can’t. That would definitely be against the rules.

Although… the way Robby is looking at him is already pushing it. Jack knows Robby wants to kiss him. If he did, Jack would shove his tongue so far down his throat that he’d be able to feel all of Robby’s pretty noises. But he doesn’t, and Jack isn’t about to be the one to knock down that barrier.

Robby cums in his little panties with his head tilted back, and goddamn it takes every bit of strength in Jack not to latch onto his neck.

Delicately, he places Robby’s shaking feet back on the ground.

“Thanks,” Jack says.

It takes Robby a moment to comprehend what Jack said. “Oh, yeah,” he says eventually. “Thank you too…”

Robby looks so dizzy. Jack wants to wrap him in his arms and hold him until his balance returns; he wants to bury them both beneath a blanket and pretend nothing else exists.

But MS2 is kicking Jack’s ass, and it’s well known that Robby is at the top of their class so he asks him for help.

Robby agrees, but keeps an eye out for any ulterior motives.

To his surprise, there are none. Jack is a perfect gentleman and is constantly in awe of how good of a teacher Robby is. It makes his chest swell with pride. The more time Robby spends tutoring Jack the more he wants to spend time with him outside of that, maybe go to dinner or a movie, and Robby has this strange urge to ask for Jack’s coat. Oh, fuck. He likes this alpha.

Of course he likes the one alpha that isn’t interested.

Robby starts wearing lower cut tops that show off his neck and don’t suppress his scent, he also brings food to share to Jack’s tutoring sessions and makes sure to lean in extra close when he’s explaining something. Nothing works.

Meanwhile, Jack feels like he’s liable to combust at any moment. He’s trying so so hard to be respectful, but after every study session with Robby he has to run home and jerk off like the exact type of knotheads Robby hates. It’s getting harder to resist asking for the opportunity to court him, but Jack still isn’t willing to be met with reality.