robby’s whit

SET AFTER:

Poker Night (NSFW) - It all starts with a game of strip poker.

The Date - Jesse’s date doesn’t go quite the way he planned.

SET BEFORE:

The Seven Week Itch - Robby’s known for that seven week itch…

The Situationship (NSFWish) - On the morning of his sabbatical Robby can’t stop thinking about his situationship.

The Things You Love (NSFW) - Robby decides to make a stop on his way out of town.

The Postcard - Robby reaches out to Jesse in an unexpected way.

A Fucking Break - Jesse just wants a fucking break…

Arrivals - Robby and Jesse reacquaint for the first time in over a month.

Aficionado (NSFW) - There’s an art to blowing a guy with a pierced dick.

Blood - Jesse learns the truth about Robby’s mental state.

Just Us - Jesse and Robby start to define their relationship.

Picture Perfect - After a day at the beach Robby takes another relationship step.

Trouble - Jesse discovers how Robby spends his mornings at the campsite.

Capable - Hastings questions Jesse about his trip to Alberta.

The Homecoming - A surprise changes Jesse’s mood on an awful day.

Tom Fucking Petty - Jesse is willing to compromise for Robby and Trouble.

Robby is being ghosted.

He has been ever since Jesse went on that date with the prick from Tinder, who told him his HIV status will never result in a relationship.

It’s been three days of one-sided check ins.

Three days of being left on read.

It’s driving him absolutely crazy, because he remembers Jesse’s demeanour as he climbed into that cab, how devastated he was, how he’d withdrawn completely. It breaks Robby’s fucking heart.

Which is why he’s standing on Jesse’s doorstep right now, a six pack of his favourite IPA in his hand as he listens to the twang of the guitar through the open window. It stops when he knocks, a discordant jarring of strings being strummed before footsteps echo in the hall. The door opens and there Jesse stands, clad in his white London Calling cut off and a pair of jeans that are so worn that the frays and holes in them have been come by honestly. His silver curls are a messy clash of grey, as if he’s been running his hand through them repeatedly.

“Hey.” Robby says and the other man blinks at him as he holds up the beer. “I come bearing gifts.”

Jesse sighs as he leans against the doorframe. “I really can’t do a hook up right now.”

“What about two guys kicking back with a beer?” Robby suggests, giving the box a little shake. The bottles clink together in their cardboard confinement. “We don’t have to hook up everytime we see each other outside the hospital.”

“Alright.” Jesse concedes opening the door to grant Robby access. “In that case come on in.”

As tidy as Jesse’s house is, his mind is definitely in a state of disarray. Robby catches a glimpse into the living room as he follows Jesse through to the kitchen. The guitar he was playing is propped up alongside the couch but three more are spread out on dust sheets across the carpet, unstringed. There’s a couple of neon pink microfibre cloths littered amongst them along with an open bottle of Fretboard Oil.

“I thought I’d check in, see how you were doing after the other night.” Robby says setting the beers down on the counter as Jesse hunts in his cutlery drawer for the bottle opener.

Jesse shrugs as he takes two of the bottles out of the cardboard container, popping the caps.

“It was the wake up call I needed.” He tells Robby as he hands him the beer before leaning back against the counter and taking a pull of his own. “I had to take some time to process but yeah, he was right I shouldn’t be hedging my bets on something long term.”

“Come on… you know that’s bullshit.” Robby riles, his grip on his beer bottle tightening. “That guy is an asshole. Anyone you choose to be with would be lucky to have a partner as smart, sexy, as compassionate as you.”

“You have to say that.” Jesse reminds him pointing at him with the beer bottle. “You’re my friend.”

The term irritates Robby because since that poker game, they’ve been a hell of a lot more than friends. He’s not big on labels, and he doesn’t have a definition for what they have but it’s certainly not ‘just friends’.

“Friends don’t know how the other tastes.” Robby remarks drily, taking a swig from his beer.

“They don’t do they?” Jesse says finger hooking in Robby’s belt loop, drawing him into his proximity. Their lower bodies press together. Indigo denim on washed out blue. “They don’t fuck nasty over the kitchen table or spit beer into each other’s mouths either.”

Robby’s hand reaches up, his fingertips trailing over Jesse’s jaw over the days old stubble that lines his cheek before he grasps it making his sultry lips purse into a pout. Those blue eyes ignite with excitement, and something else. Something Robby understands in the depths of his heart because he craves it too sometimes. “Is that what you want? Someone to take care of you tonight? Who puts you first?”

“Yes.” He whispers back, his eyes never wavering from Robby’s. “I want to feel like someone loves me even if it isn’t true.”

Robby’s stare weighs heavy, he swallows hard but those words they just won’t come, the same way they haven’t every other time he’s with Jesse. His thumb runs over the other man’s lower lip, dragging it down.

“Open for me.” He says instead.

Jesse obeys and Robby takes a sip of his beer. His mouth seals over Jesse’s, his tongue delving deep inside as he spits it into his throat. Jesse swallows it down greedily, his moan vibrating like a purr through Robby’s chest as his palm slides down to his throat, squeezing lightly. His other hand glides down to Jesse’s nipple, pressing the chilled beer bottle against it. The silver piercing underneath clacks against the glass, tearing a filthy sound from deep within Jesse as he arches against him.

“You are worthy of love Jesse,” Robby murmurs, his mouth weaving a trail of heated kiss down along Jesse’s neck that sets his whole body alight.

Robby places the beer bottle down on the counter, peeling off Jesse’s shirt, tossing it onto the tiles below. His fingers trace over the vibrant tattoos, following the patterns like a map all the way to the top button of Jesse’s jeans. “Let me show you.”

The button pops, and he draws the zipper down slowly before he sinks to his knees. His hands grasp Jesse’s hips, dragging down the denim and his underwear along with it. His cock juts out, that silver stud glinting in the light filtering in through the kitchen window as Robby grasps it, planting butterfly kisses along the head, enough so he can taste Jesse’s pre-cum on his tongue.

Jesse lets out a groan as he grips the counter, his knuckles turning white when Robby swipes his tongue over the head, sucking the barbell of the piercing enough to make Jesse’s hips buck. “You’re planning on torturing me, aren’t you?”

“Only until I hear you say it.” Robby informs him, pulling away long enough to stick his fingers into his mouth, lubing them up so he can tease over Jesse’s hole. It twitches against them as he swirls around the rim, the deviant tease sending sparks through Jesse’s body.

Jesse’s teeth sink into his lower lip as he reaches into the aptly named ‘junk’ drawer and removes the lube he started stashing in there after that fateful poker night. “Don’t be a heathen.”

Robby smiles as he opens the bottle, coating his fingers before he takes Jesse’s cock in his mouth and returns to his original goal. His middle finger slips inside, brushing over that naughty little spot deep inside Jesse. His head tips back, silver curls spilling over his forehead as Robby’s mouth wraps around his cock.

He teases in time with his finger, adding another and setting a maddening pace that has Jesse clawing at his shoulders as he strokes over Jesse’s prostate. Each sweep over that bundle of nerves is electric, causing him to thrust deeper into Robby’s mouth as he clutches the fabric in his fist.

The pleasure builds, a slow, steady pulse that thrums through Jesse’s entire body until he’s right there at the edge of nirvana. Robby pulls away, his fingers stilling and Jesse whines, his skin flush as he tilts his head down to meet those whiskey-coloured eyes.

“Need to hear you say it.” Robby reminds him, his tongue chasing up along the shaft of Jesse’s cock, flicking over the silver bar at the base of his frenulum.

“Don’t be an asshole.” Jesse rasps as Robby crooks his fingers to make his point, sending another burst of ecstasy spiking through his nerve endings.

“You wanna come, it’s the only way.” Robby informs him ruthlessly, sucking the head back into his mouth, his teeth tugging the stud at the tip of his dick. “I can keep you on edge all night worshipping this cock.”

As amazing as that sounds, it isn’t what Jesse needs right now. He needs the release, that comes with someone dedicating themselves to you, of them showing you that they do actually give a shit, that you’re worth more than just sex.

“Fine.” Jesse mutters, huffing as he tilts his head back towards the ceiling, so he doesn’t have to meet Robby’s eyes. “I’m worthy of love.”

“Look at me when you say it.” Robby goads, sticking his tongue out so the head rubs over it as he languidly strokes Jesse’s shaft, his fingers still nestled right against his prostate. “I want to see that you believe it.”

Jesse swallows hard, past the well of emotion that’s settled in his chest. He tips his face down to Robby, those dark eyes swallowing him up as his fingers start to move again, a burst of sparks euphoria erupting in his lower back, signalling the impending climax.

“I am worthy of love.” Jesse says louder this time, his grip tightening in Robby’s t-shirt. He’s trembling now, his thighs shaking as he hovers on the edge of rapture.

“Good boy.” Robby praises before his mouth is back on Jesse, his tongue swirling around the head of his cock, fingers thrusting in faster, harder until the climax rises up in Jesse like the chorus to a song, until he’s coming with a shout, his release spilling down the back of Robby’s throat.

Robby removes his fingers as Jesse’s knees go out from underneath him. Robby catches him, bringing him down gently into his lap, wrapping him up in those strong arms of his, Jesse’s face settling into the curve of his throat. The scent of pine and leather floods his nostrils, that sense of reassurance and safety washing over him as Robby’s warm hands roam over his naked body, stroking, kneading, caressing.

“If I’m worthy of love…” His breath ghosts in Robby’s ear as the other man’s lips brush over his temple. “…that means you are too.”

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