#afab

“you still breathing?”

his arm fell from his face. the harsh white hospital lights made her look like an angel in his bleary vision. jack grumbled and pulled his arms over his head, stretching himself taunt. “oh good i thought you finally croaked,” she quipped.

as he lifted his arms his black tee drew up his stomach. his stomach was defined, but not to an unnatural extent. she wanted to sink her teeth into that bit of pudge around his hips. she caught a glimpse of the silver hair dusted along his abdomen, trailing up his navel and disappearing beneath the black cotton of his shirt. he was impossibly thick. he nearly filled the space of the hospital bed.

“you’d miss me too much,” he groaned. her eyes flew back up to his face. an undeniable heat slowly seeped down her spine and settled in her tummy. he crossed his large arms against his chest. she would happily spend hours kissing every one of the freckles there.

“it’s my nap time, old man,” she smiled, fidgeting with her fingers. the physician scowled, “i’m pulling a double.”

“yeah i know because so am i,” she pulled the railing down on the side of the cot. it snapped with a shrill squeak. he flinched sleepily at the noise.

jack sat up. her knees brushed the edge of the limp mattress. “you’re not getting my bed,” he insisted, pink knuckle roughly rubbing at his eye.

it was childish. but it worked like a charm. she puffed out her cheeks and pouted, “do you hate me?”

“what?” jack laughed. the crows feet at the edge of his eyes deepened. that smile. prodding against his cheeks like her personal vice. he shook his head, running a broad hand through his hair. he suddenly looked much more awake.

she shrugged helplessly, “you want me to go sleep in my freezing car in the snow,” she whined. jack stared at for a moment, just grinning. it was like she put him on pause and the gears in his head were working double time to keep him from doing something. what that something was, she wasn’t sure.

he huffed, “okay. c’mon.” he sat up a bit in an attempt to make space for her but his thighs nearly filled the entirety of the seat of the bed. her heart pattered a bit in her throat. an invitation to be as close as professionally possible. or maybe they were breaking a few rules. she grinned and leaned in, “you wanna cuddle?”

jack scoffed, “go sleep in your car.” she shook her head, “scoot over, asshole,” she giggled.

he listened. he pressed himself against the opposite rail, but there still wasn’t much room for her. she sat down and pulled her legs to her chest, reaching down and pulling up the rail. he was turned on his side, arms still crossed, legs crowding her own.

“you look real comfortable,” he muttered. when she looked to him his eyes were flitting about her face. he was so close. he had been this close before - leaning over her shoulder or whispering a dirty joke in her ear - but he had never looked at her like that. she teased, “oh so you do wanna cuddle?” her voice came out an octave too high. she bit her lip.

jack gently tapped her folded leg. “relax,” he whispered, tone husky and low, “i don’t bite.” her stomach was flipping with nerves. he had that catlike smirk on his lips and for once she couldn’t read his mind. he was so warm. so close. it made her brain fuzzy.

she sighed shakily. he licked his lips. she sunk into the bed, shifting awkwardly to ease the aching of her overworked joints. she turned her back towards him and her legs mirrored the curl of his own. she placed an arm under her head. she could feel the material of his scrub bottoms brushing against her ass. if she just backed up-

“you smell good,” he muttered. she looked over her shoulder to him with a knotted brow. it was like he was trying to kill her.

jack frowned, “what? go to sleep.”

“you’re cruel,” she huffed as she shimmied her shoulders to reposition her head. he laughed suddenly, “what did i do? i’m sharing my bed with you -“ his lips brushed her ear as he whispered, “you should be grateful.”

she turned her head a bit. the warmth of his breath tickled her cheek. his eyes had a bit of brown in them. “see. you’re mean,” but she was smiling because there was a wetness flooding the space between her thighs.

jack’s head reared back a bit. his brows ticked and eyes narrowed. he was offended by her disobedience. “c’mon, say thank you, doctor abbot.”

her heart dropped. she chuckled dryly, “shut up,” and turned her gaze back toward the wall.

jack grabbed her by the jaw, fingers digging in to her plump cheeks and forcing her lips to pucker. her eyes widened and heat flooded over her body. he made her look at him. half his body weight rested on her side. blazing like a sun. something snapped in her. it wasn’t a joke.

he looked scorned or maybe aroused. she couldn’t tell what lived behind his cheshire grin. “be a good girl. say thank you, jack, for being so kind to me.”

her cunt was throbbing now. “th - thank you, jack,” she managed to choke out. his grip tightened. jack shook his head lightly, “no, no. i know you’re a good listener. that’s not what i said.”

“thank you for being so - so kind to me, jack,” she mumbled. he smiled once more, nodding, “good girl. so smart.” his hand fell from her jaw to her throat. his calloused fingers slowly ghosted over the column of her neck before trailing down between her breasts, then over her stomach, and sliding beneath the waistband of her scrubs. his hand froze there. hot and oddly heavy against her abdomen.

“you want this?” he whispered. she nearly laughed. like she hadn’t shown him just how much she wanted him the past few months of their working relationship. she nodded enthusiastically, lip caught between her teeth.

the older man straightened up a bit. he slinked his other arm around her shoulders and she followed his lead - scooting up the bed flat on her back to make her body more accessible to him.

head resting against his bicep, she looked at him through her eyelashes. though his eyes were on her’s his gaze was heady and his mouth was just slightly agape in focus. the flat of his palm slid down her abdomen and cupped her mound. she whimpered, “jack.”

she was practically dripping. his fingers prodded at the patch of slick seeping through her panties. “fuck. you’re so wet,” he groaned. jack pressed his forehead against her temple, lashes fluttering against her skin as he closed them in ecstasy. he pressed one big, fat finger between her clothed folds. his fingertip began to ever so slightly dip in and out of her wet cunt.

she was whining, rolling her hips against his big hand. he pressed a chaste peck into the apple of her cheek. “d’you know how long i’ve wanted to get my hands on you? hm?” she screwed her eyes shut, holding back a squeal.

the calloused pads of his fingers dragged along her skin as he pushed her panties to the side. the heel of his palm pressed into her clit. two fingers swirled around her entrance then up and down her sensitive folds, collecting her arousal and using it as lubricant to play with her sex. “little pussy’s so wet and puffy,” he was all gravelly. “feel like velvet, pretty girl. s’this pussy just as pretty as you?”

she hummed. her mind was static. stuffed full of jack. jack’s musky cologne. jack’s breath against her. jack’s big bicep curling against her side. the outline of jack’s big hand completely, impossibly covering her lap through her bottoms. the freckles on his skin. the weight of his body against her.

“i could play with your cunt forever. but that would be mean, huh?” his voice dripped with faux sympathy. his touch stalled against her slick hole. she held her breath. “‘m not that mean. no,” he cooed. she could feel a bit of spittle on his lips. he was drooling. “‘ll fuck you with my fingers. how about that, kid?”

he was gross and perverted and decades her senior and she moaned like a whore, hips jutting instinctually. jack hummed against her hair. he pressed a wet kiss against her head and whispered a yeah before he slipped his finger in.

the digit curled against her gummy walls over and over. just one but it made her cunt ache. she was whimpering, panting, and he was shushing her.

“sh, sh, sh, babygirl. someone’ll hear.”

she opened her mouth to argue but euphoria scrambled her brains, “but i - feels g - s’good, jack. good, jack.” her words were airy. it made him laugh. he pressed his cheek against her and watched his hand as he slipped in another finger. she gasped at the stretch.

“i know, baby,” he cooed. lust was knotting a tight band in her tummy. the meaty heel of his palm was grazing her clit in tandem with the rhythmic thrusts of his wrist and curls of his knuckles. she was edging on release in such little time and jack knew. and he was losing his mind.

jack’s fat bulge was pressed against her hip. he ached with need. all that blood in his cock made him lightheaded.

she turned her head to him, watery eyes meeting his glassy ones. “jack m’gonna cum if - if -“ she cut herself off with a small moan. he was moving faster, brushing against that perfect spot in her pussy with his perfect fingers.

“want you to cum. make a mess on my hand, baby. i’ll clean it up, c’mon. jack’ll clean it up for you, baby.” his perverse encouragement had her on the edge.

then he pressed his lips to hers and everything felt hot. his tongue swiped against her own lazily. her hips stuttered and a sweet rhapsody of release trickled through her body. they moaned into each other’s mouths, jack lightly humping her leg, soiling the layers between them with ropes of sticky cum.

she rode his hand through her high. their lips finally parted with a wet tch. for a moment they passed back and forth the same hot breath. jack finally pulled out of her ruined pants.

he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on the two digits. his eyes fluttered shut. he moaned like a teenage boy. she lightly giggled, still trying to catch her breath. jack pulled them out and pressed them to her smiling lips. she opened to taste the mix of his spit and her cum on his fingertips.