Saint

He's almost completely naked, save for his boxers, and has had Jack Abbot's lips pressed up against every square inch of bare skin that's been revealed to him. The man in question has also given both of them the liberty of not doing this on the couch like they initially were going to.

The heat between them took no time to build. Hands and lips were everywhere. Jack pushed him away from the doorway until the back of his knees hit the cushions and he fell down to be eye level with his dick and he looked up at him with a desperation he didn't even know he was capable of.

Here's the thing, if you were going to accuse Robby of using Grindr as not only an outlet to scratch an itch, but to distract himself from the hopelessness that he had that this current situation he's in would happen at all, you wouldn't be wrong. Ever since they met, with Jack fresh out the Army and even fresher out of med school, Robby knew he was going to be an issue for him.

Between losing his wife and the PTSD from his military days, Robby has been there for Jack every time he could possibly need him, and Jack has far too often done the same for him. This commitment, this closeness, this care from the only person in his life that hasn't gotten tired of him yet or cut and run completely took root in chest and for years he's been taking gardening scissors to it when it got too tall. But now he doesn't have to. Not after this shocking realization, found out in the arguably most demented way possible, that he feels the same way

So again, Robby should be infuriated, he should. But he's already had Jack's dick in his mouth and he's on his queen bed in his apartment being torn apart by his touch and his words. No frustration to be found here.

"God, fuck, you look even better in person", Jack states between kisses.

"Jack-"

"No I'm savoring this. You're so fucking gorgeous, I'm not letting tonight go to waste."

"You'll have me for more than tonight if you want." Robby immediately regretted saying that as soon as he finished speaking. This isn't about his fear that Jack would get up tomorrow morning and feel like he's made the worst mistake of his life, this is about them fucking now and dealing with the honesty of it later. Or never.

But of course, it's too late. And Jack is his number one bullshit detector.

"I do. I really do. But this is a first, and you're something I'm gonna cherish."

Tears probably would've sprung if it wasn't for the sudden, overwhelming sensation of his hand on his hard bulge that's been screaming to be touched this whole time. He immediately lets out an embarrassing sound and arches his back in a way he'll probably regret in the morning.

Cold air hits his dick as Jack fully strips him. "Oh, look at you", his hands run up and down his torso, "I'm so excited to make a mess of you."

"Fuck, Jack-"

"I'm planning on it baby", he says right before he meets him in another long, heated kiss.

"This is crazy", Robby pants, "You do realize how crazy this is."

"Unfortunately, yeah. And it's my fault. But here we are."

"Here we are. And my patience in running thin."

At that, Jack smirks and leans over Robby to open his nightstand, "You do have lube in here don't you?"

He blushes a bright red

Jack just huffs out a laugh, "You touch yourself before Rob? Or am I gonna be the first person to work you open?"

"No, I have."

"Ever been fucked before?", he asks with the audacity of a man actively lubing up his wide fingers.

"Long time ago."

"Well, I may not be the first, but I sure as hell hope I'll be the last."

Robby has no idea what to say to that. No idea how to feel about it besides the building emotion threatening to choke him, which isn't a bad way to go given the view. Instead of responding with something he may never recover from, he deflects, "Take your leg off. Don't want you getting some nasty ache from it."

Jack just looks at him with a newfound softness and sits down on the edge of the bed and listens. The prosthesis gets laid against his dresser and then he's suddenly being stretched by hands he's dreamt about way too many times.

He groans and pushes into the touch.

"That good baby?"

"Fuck, fuck yes."

"Good."

Jack actually surprisingly stays quiet for the rest of the ordeal. Robby, not so much. He's groaning and sighing and moaning through becoming more and more stuffed. And then Jack is on his knees.

"You ready?"

He just nods breathlessly and leans forward to grip Jack's waist.

Feeling the man sink into him is something he'll never be able to explain and also something he really wishes he'll be able to replicate. Especially the words continuously coming out of Jack.

"Goddamn, you're so tight."

"Yeah, c'mon, give it to me."

"I could do this all night, look at you."

"You feel so good Mike, holy shit."

Yeah, he could afford to do this again.

∆

The post-coital air of his master has him feeling more serene than he has in ages. He feels completely fucked out and calm when Jack slings an arm over his torso and plants his chin on his shoulder.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"Do you want to talk now or later?"

He's not even surprised the question was asked, "Now, probably."

"Woah, did you actually go to that therapist I told you about?"

"Shut the hell up before I change my mind."

Jack chuckles, "This a one time thing?"

"I thought I already made it clear it wasn't."

"Well you did text me for sex."

"Yeah, well I didn't know it was you, you maniac. And you were the one who started it."

"I guess I did. But fortunately for me, the guy I met turned out to be the most captivating person I know and I would really like to treat him right."

Robby stares at the ceiling. "Seriously?"

And in typical Jack fashion, he sits up to put himself right in Robby's line of view, "Seriously. Will you let me?"

"I don't think I could stop you even if I wanted to. And I don't want to."

A smile, and another kiss that's slow and soft and lasts long enough to warm him up again. "Don't you have work in the morning?"

"I do."

"Better get to sleeping then, don't want everybody to be subject to you sleep deprived."

"I usually am" he says far too casual for Jack's liking.

"Hmm, now you've got me on your ass more than ever so that's gonna change."

Robby just settles comfortably, runs a hand through his curls, and says "Okay", very softly.

"Healthy habits are coming your way big guy, better prepare yourself."

"That's rich coming from you."

"This isn't about me", he says as he runs a hand over Robby's eyes and shushes him.