J.

"Is that good?" Robby asks. He wiggles his two fingers around, and Jack's jaw clenches. "How does that feel?"

It kinda feels like he's taking a shit in Robby's hand, but that's not a very sexy thought, so he keeps it to himself. "Uh... I don't know."

Robby's fingers slip out of him. God, that did not feel sexy at all. Jack's face scrunches foolishly, and he's infinitely grateful that Robby can't see him from this angle.

"Lay on your back."

Fuck. Jack straightens out his face and looks behind him. "You said it was easier like this."

"Yeah, but I feel like I'll have a better time adjusting if I can see your face." Robby kisses the base of his spine. "I promise I won't let it hurt."

Jack sighs and turns over. His dick slaps against his stomach, and humiliatingly, has started to soften. There's more blood in his face than his cock right now. "Sorry," he mumbles.

Robby shakes his head and places a familiar around Jack's length, pumping with a practiced rhythm. He always makes everything look so simple; Jack would be jealous if he weren't so enamored.

"I think it's mostly my fault," Robby says. "I don't know what I'm doing. Never really been on this end of things."

A thin grin slides onto Jack's face. "Me neither." Robby knows that, but Jack likes when they learn things together.

The kiss Robby gives him in return starts out sweet but quickly turns to sloppy desperation. Not that it makes a difference to Jack; Robby's kiss is mind-melting no matter what.

Robby pulls away and mumbles against Jack's lips, "One more try, okay?"

Jack nods and makes himself comfortable. As much as he can anyway, his jaw clenches again as soon as his back is flat on the mattress, and he grips the pillow under his head like a lifeline.

"You have to relax."

"I am," Jack's voice strains. Robby looks at him, unimpressed. "Okay, fine. Give me a second."

He takes a few deep breaths, but they don't help much. Robby nipping at the inside of his thighs, however, is very effective. It doesn't take long before Jack is moaning and wiggling under the touch, and while he's distracted, Robby slips two wet fingers back inside.

"Shit," Jack gasps. It isn't any different from this position, but Robby working teasing licks up his dick helps.

Robby takes the tip in his mouth just as he curls his fingers causing Jack's grip on the pillow to tighten. "Oh, fuck."

Robby releases him with a smile. "That better?"

"Yeah," Jack says. Robby does it again, and Jack's shoulders roll instinctively. The full sensation is odd, but less miserable like this. "Way better."

Despite his answer, Robby frowns. "I don't think I've found it."

"Found what?"

"Your prostate."

"My what?"

"Do you not know what it is?"

"No, I do," Jack fidgets. Although he's only heard "prostate" in reference to an unfortunate unit in his Anatomy course and as something men in their 50s have to get checked for cancer. "But I don't see what that has to do with this."

A cute pout forms on Robby's face. "You hit mine all the time."

A shallow laugh ripples through Jack's chest. "My dick is bigger than yours."

Robby sticks his tongue out. It makes Jack laugh again. "You're no monster," he says. "And if you actually paid attention in class, you'd know it's not that deep inside."

"Well, it feels like you're scratching my fucking stomach," Jack groans.

A cute giggle erupts from Robby. "That's just because you're not used to it. Oh, wait." He flips his hand over, and for the first time, Jack does arch. "I didn't adjust my angle."

"Okay, well, I think I only have a couple more minutes of this left in me— Fuck!" A sharp bolt of pleasure shoots through him.

Robby perks up and presses the spot again. The pleasure is back, but more. There's a tingling running through Jack's veins; his dick throbs and spurts needy strings of pre cum onto his stomach. "Oh, fuck. Oh, Jesus."

"That's it," Robby says proudly. "I fucking got it."

Jack's can barely hear him over the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears. "I— Oh, fuck—"

"Don't fight it," Robby advises. "Just let me and your body do the work."

Jack nods for far too long. The room is swimming around him; all he knows is Robby and the electricity buzzing under his skin. Every press of Robby's fingers takes Jack farther into mindlessness. His hips jolt and purr like he's orgasming, but it's only building. He's never felt anything like this before.

A gentle kiss to the inside of his knee is all it takes for Jack to crash over the edge. He sprays so far it hits his chin, and he shudders like an earthquake for what feels like an eternity.

Robby works him through it, slowly lessening the pressure before pulling out entirely. He crawls up, pressing kisses across Jack's sternum on the way, and licks the release off his face. "Told you it was good."

Jack's nodding again. His mind is still missing for the most part, but he has enough sense to usher Robby farther upward.

"I'm fine," Robby insists. "Don't worry about me."

Trouble is, worrying about Robby has become one of Jack's favorite things. He tugs at his hips until Robby is kneeling over his head, heavy leaking cock perfectly in place for Jack to take in his mouth.

He still hasn't been able to master taking Robby's entire length, but he's getting better every day. Robby hums content above him, and that's good enough for Jack.

Swallowing what Robby gives him is still a struggle, but one Jack is happy to take on. He takes what he can and licks the edges of his mouth to make sure none of it goes to waste.

"You're getting good at that," Robby sighs. He makes himself comfortable at Jack's side, throwing his arm and leg over him completely and tucking his nose into the crook of Jack's neck.

Jack pulls him closer, pressing a gentle kiss in Robby's soft hair. "I try."

"You succeed," he sighs. "How did that feel?"

Vulnerable, terrifying, wonderful. Just like Robby.

Jack kisses him deep and slow as a thank you. "Good, we can do it again sometime, but I think I prefer taking care of you."

"Oh," Robby laughs. "I wasn't offering to give anything up."

Good point. Jack lays back on Robby’s bed, very careful not to touch him. It’s not an easy feat in this tiny bed, but Jack manages it.

That is, until Robby makes himself comfortable on his chest. He's warm and delightfully heavy. His arm wraps around to Jack's other side, and his tired fingers run the course of Jack's ribs.

It's kinda impossible not to touch someone who is lying on top of you. Jack's hand ends up resting on Robby's waist, but only because that's where it would fall naturally. Robby just happens to have put himself in the way.

After that, Jack sleeps in Robby's bed every time they fuck, which is most nights. Fine by Jack. Saves him from getting his own bed filthy, and for reasons unknown, he has been waking up more rested in Robby's bed.

It's been a long, boring day. Jack may have managed to scrape by with a passing grade on his biology exam, but he isn't overly confident. Nothing like a good fuck to take his mind off of it.

Robby is reading on his bed, wearing a pair of gorgeously tempting exercise shorts that show off the pale expanse of his inner thighs; Jack's head is already filled with fantasies of leaving purple bruises on them.

He drops his bag and beelines to Robby, who looks at him oddly. Jack has taken his usual position, holding himself on top, and is ready to latch his mouth to Robby's neck when his path is blocked by the book.

Jack groans and goes for the other side, but the hardcover smacks into his chin again. "I don't like this game," he mutters.

"Uh..." Robby lowers the book. His usual pretty blush is replaced by an almost sickly pale expression. "I don't think-- I've been thinking..." He winces. "We should put this on pause."

Jack's heart sinks. "Why?" He's been good. He's been so good. Robby always finishes their time together satisfied, and Jack eats him out like it's his fucking job. His own orgasm has become his second priority.

"Well..." Robby gnaws at his bottom lip. It isn't as cute as it usually is. "One of the guys at the bar asked me out, like for real. We've been on a couple dates now, and I don't know, it's not serious, but I feel like I shouldn't be fucking you at the same time."

"Oh," Jack says stupidly. He wants to ask who this guy is; interrogate Robby about every detail pertaining to this guy. Not that it matters. There's nothing Robby could tell him that would make this guy good enough; no one on Earth is good enough for Robby. "Good for you. Or whatever."

Jack darts to the bathroom and takes a shower as an excuse to hide. The pit in his stomach won't go away no matter how hard he scrubs. By the time he's done, his skin has been rubbed so raw that even putting his shirt on makes him feel tender. He slouches over his desk and reads six chapters of his Biochemistry textbook even though he took that class last semester.

The next few weeks are as easy as a stroll through Hell. Jack can't tell if the time is sprinting or dragging by.

Robby goes out with that guy damn near every night, and he always comes back late, if he returns at all.

The tiny dorm is too big without him. Jack ends up running from party to party, hookup to hookup, like a chicken with its head cut off. Maybe he is.

Most times, he ends up faking his orgasm and throwing the condom away before they can see that it's empty. Jerking off doesn't help either. No matter what he tries to imagine, Robby worms his way in.

He stares unblinking at the porn mag in his left hand. The woman is gorgeous, with huge tits and a belly button ring Jack knows he'd like to tug on with his teeth, but it doesn't matter. His brain makes her chest flat, and the ring becomes the starting point for a thick happy trail. He cums, but there's an unsatisfied rock sitting in his gut afterward.

Nearly a month after he last touched Robby, Jack is lying in the dark, failing to fall asleep, when he hears a soft moan come from Robby's side of the room. It's been about a week since Robby last stayed out with his boyfriend, but Jack had been too cowardly to ask about it.

Robby's moans are like music to his ears. Jack's dick is fully invested within seconds. He reaches down and strokes himself to Robby's little gasps and pictures himself being the one to make them happen.

He knows the exact moment that Robby cums. It's breathy and beautiful no matter how much he tries to muffle himself with the pillow. Jack joins him not long after, though he's successful in a silent orgasm. He wipes himself somewhat clean with a dirty shirt and sleeps more soundly than he has in ages.

Jack initially planned on leaving the events of last night alone, but when he turns the corner, Robby is already awake and studying at his desk in nothing but his panties.

"Boyfriend not treating you right?" He asks.

Robby laughs shallowly and shakes his head. "We broke up."

Jack's heart pounds against his ribs. A heavyweight relieves itself from his shoulders, but at the same time, a storm cloud brews over him. What idiot would let Robby go? "When?"

"Last week."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Robby shrugs. "We don't really talk about dating, and I thought it would be weird to announce, 'oh, hey, we can fuck again.' Don't you think?"

"Yeah," Jack lies. Fuck weird. He could've been back inside Robby a week ago. He places a hand on Robby's desk and leans in close enough that his own breath bounces back off Robby's neck. "Why'd you split?"

A shy grin worms its way onto Robby's face. "It's stupid."

"I doubt that."

"It's petty."

"Tell me anyway."

Robby taps his finger on the wood, debating, then sighs. "He wouldn't suck me off."

Jack blinks. "What?"

"I don't know. He said he didn't do that, and well..." He looks up at Jack. Pretty long lashes flutter over his hypnotic eyes. "I figured that's a mistake you only make once."

Acid fills Jack's mouth; he doesn't like being a mistake.

"Don't worry about it," Robby says. "I'm not. There are other fish in the sea."

The thought of Robby going 'fishing' makes Jack want to throw up. He pushes the thought away by planting a wet kiss under his jaw; all thoughts of other men in his position fade away with Robby's pretty moans.

It's so easy to fall back into this pattern, like no time has passed at all. No one has ever come between them, or will.

Jack sinks to his knees, leaving a wet trail behind him. He pays special attention to Robby's nipples and happy trail as an apology for being away from them for so long. With each kiss, the bulge in Robby's underwear grows. It brushes Jack's chin as he hips at the waistline.

He massages Robby's thighs. They're so soft. Jack imagines staying here forever, content to worship Robby's silky skin and do nothing but pleasure him for all eternity.

When he moves to the other side, Robby's covered hard on kisses his nose. Jack stares at it as he sucks on Robby's unblemished skin.

...It isn't very intimidating. Jack has seen it before, so he knows Robby isn't offering anything he can't handle. Carefully, Jack lowers Robby's waistband. Robby lifts his hips and kicks the underwear away. He's red and leaking already. Jack's mouth detaches from Robby's skin with a small pop.

Robby's breath hitches when he realizes what Jack is thinking. "You don't have to. I know what I said, but I wasn't trying to convince you or anything. It's fine. I like what we do."

Jack looks up, but looks away just as quickly. Robby's pretty flush is too much to bear. He swallows. He needs to bite the bullet. It's fine. Everything will be fine.

He wraps his lips tentatively around the head of Robby's cock. It's saltier than he expected, but not bad. He tried to remember everything he's ever enjoyed when on the receiving end, but he's too overwhelmed to think. Especially with Robby's shuddering breaths and blunt nails scraping his scalp.

Jack sinks farther down and chokes with about an inch left. Jesus. Robby made this look easy. His dick has barely reached Jack's molars, and he's already gagging; meanwhile, Robby takes whatever he's given with no complaints except enticing tears that fill his eyes as he stares at Jack with need.

This is no place for pride, so Jack works his tongue over what he can and rubs the rest with two fingers. He sucks hard and tries to swallow all the pre cum, but Robby's flow is hard to keep up with, and he ends up with drool spilling pitifully out the corners of his mouth. It always manages to be hot when Robby gets sloppy; Jack hopes he's providing a similar experience.

He must be, he decides, because Robby's grip tightens and his breathing becomes more desperate. "Jack. Jack, I'm gonna—" He tugs at Jack's hair, which elicits a moan. Huh. Learn something new every day.

"Jack, seriously," Robby pants. "You need to pull off now."

That just makes him suck harder. Robby has always been so good for him. It's time he repaid the favor.

Except this is more difficult than it looked, too. Fuck, he has not been appreciating Robby as much as he should have been. Cum hits the back of Jack's throat and makes him sputter on instinct. He swallows what he can, but most of it dribbles down his chin and creates a pathetic puddle on the chair.

Jack wipes his face and, without thinking, licks his fingers clean.

"Jesus," Robby chuckles, breathless. "That's a sight for sore eyes."

Lightning shoots through Jack's spine. He stands, back ramrod straight, knees aching. "Good. Glad you liked that," he croaks.

Robby reaches for his boxers, but Jack steps out of reach. "Come on, I want to help."

"I'm good." Jack's vision is hazy. "Thanks though."

"Please? I like doing it, and it's been so long."

"I have somewhere I need to be," Jack lies. "So, I'm gonna go get ready."

He stumbles his way to the bathroom and lets the shower wash him away. The taste of Robby lingers in his mouth. There's a metallic undertone to it. Jack likes it. He hates that he likes it. Hot tears sting his eyes and blend with the water as they streak down his face.