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Part 6 of No Homo Rabbot
Jack assumed he would be enjoying a nice lunch with two of his buddies, but thirty seconds into their conversation, his blood runs cold.
“I swear to God, Greenway was looking at me weird.”
“That doesn’t mean he’s gay,” Ben argues. “Maybe he just realized how fucking ugly you are.”
Sam shakes his head. “I’m telling you man, it felt weird.”
“Who cares if he is? It’s not like he tried to kiss you.”
“I would’ve beat the shit out of him,” Sam murmurs into his drink.
“Why do you care so much? You secretly a homo?”
“You fucking wish. Maybe you are; fighting at the front lines for them.”
Jack stuffs half his burger into his mouth at once. It’s overcooked and tasteless. He’s been spending more time in his head than in the real world recently, but now they have his full attention, though he’s pretending otherwise.
“I’m just saying, they aren’t bothering anybody.”
"I wouldn't mind them if they weren't bothering anybody," Sam says. "Do what you want on your own time, but I don't need to see it."
"Whatever, man."
"What do you think, Jack?"
Jack chugs his drink, but the dryness in his mouth doesn't go away. "Don't give a fuck."
"Exactly," Ben says.
Sam rolls his eyes. "Alright, fine. You two queers like sucking dick; I guess that's your business. Just keep me out of it."
Ben laughs, and Jack forces the rest of his food down.
Later, he lies in his bed feeling queasy. He's on his stomach with his head half buried in his pillow, looking out the small window, wondering if anyone can see him from the ground. The afternoon sun streams in and bakes his naked shoulders. The door opens and closes behind him.
"That's a nice view to come home to," Robby jokes. He's wearing those tempting little shorts again; selfishly, Jack wishes he wouldn't wear them in public. Robby places a gentle hand on Jack's back and jerks his head toward him. "May I?"
They've never done anything in Jack's bed before, but he can't move and needs Robby's touch, so they'll have to. Jack nods, and Robby makes himself comfortable, barricading Jack against the mattress with his thighs.
Robby trails his lips up the length of Jack’s spine, sending tender shivers through him. The tension in his muscles leaks with each kiss, and soon a calming tingle expands through his whole body as Robby nips at the base of his curls.
"Did you ever do anything with a guy... before?" Jack asks.
Robby hums in his ear. He rests his arms on Jack's shoulders and presses his cheek into his curls. "My friend's brother kissed me once. I didn't know him that well; he was fourteen, I was twelve. He pulled away before I could kiss back and then begged me not to tell anyone. I wouldn't have; I knew better than that, but how scared he was scared me, and I didn't consider touching another guy after that."
He takes a deep breath and continues, "Until I started college. You know, everyone talks about college like it's total freedom and self-discovery, so I thought, why not try again?" Jack can feel Robby's heart pounding against his back. "I went to a few parties, but it wasn't until March that I actually got signals from another guy. He took me outside, and we were making out in this dark corner when some other people came out..."
A shallow laugh vibrates against Jack. "He beat the shit out of me," Robby says. "I don't know if he knew them, or if they even saw us before that, but it didn't matter. He was shouting that I came onto him and called me all sorts of names. I left with a black eye and a busted lip. Didn't go to class for a week afterward because I was fucking embarrassed."
He presses a soft, deliberate kiss to the crook of Jack's neck. "And then I met you."
Sharp tears prick Jack's eyes. He rolls over; it isn't easy with Robby still looming over him, but Jack doesn't want him to move for anything.
Robby's pretty face drops. "What's wrong?"
Jack pinches the bridge of his nose and forces the tears away. "I wish people wouldn't treat you like that," he croaks. As if he's not one of them. Like he isn't exactly like every other man who has ever hurt Robby, or used him for his pretty face and openness.
Robby blinks, confused. "It's okay," he says. He cups Jack's jaw with his hand and brushes his thumb over his cheek. "I'm okay."
Jack breathes in a harsh sniff. "You deserve better."
Robby leans back on his heels. Stunningly beautiful, as always. He looks around the room, as if this shitty little dorm could give him an answer, then he looks down at Jack and shrugs. "I like where I'm at."
Jack surges forward and takes Robby's mouth in his own.
His lips are soft and inviting, exactly how Jack dreamed they would be. Robby's hands retake their place on his jaw, and he sighs softly. He's so perfect, and Jack is greedily tainting him, pulling Robby closer with an arm wrapped tight around his middle and a hand tangled in his hair. Jack needs this to last forever; he might die when it's over.
But it's a good thing, so it must come to an end.
When they do separate, Jack doesn't dare open his eyes. He tries to commit every touch and tingle to memory before he has to come back to reality.
"I think," Robby whispers against his lips. "You need a nap."
Jack can't speak; hearing his own voice will break the veil, so he nods and slowly lies back against the mattress. His arm is still hooked around Robby, who follows without complaint.
They lie nose to nose on Jack's pillow. In a moment of weakness, Jack opens his eyes to check that Robby is real. He is. He's staring back with a small closed mouth smile that nearly knocks Jack out. His thundering heart threatens to leap out of his chest.
Robby presses a light kiss to between his eyebrows. "Sleep," he mumbles.
Despite his pound heart, Jack does.
When he wakes, the sun has started to set, and the room is drenched in a rich orange. Robby is propped up on one elbow, playing connect-the-dots with the freckles on Jack's chest.
"You don't have to stay," Jack says, his voice cracks pathetically.
Robby's head snaps in his direction. A funny smile slides to one half of his face. "I kinda live here, so..."
"I'm a waste of time."
Robby's eyes flicker over his face. Cautiously, he lowers himself and places a gentle kiss on Jack's lips. He pulls away and studies carefully, as Jack licks his lips in an attempt to keep anything Robby gives him. Delicate crinkles form at the corners of Robby's eyes. "Doesn't seem like a waste to me," he says and leans back down.
Jack doesn't know how long he spends kissing Robby; it could have been years, and it wouldn't be enough. They undress each other lazily, more focused on keeping their mouths within an inch of each other at all times.
Robby's tongue is silky and soothing in a way Jack didn't know was possible. He cherishes it as he opens Robby up and slips inside.
"Oh, fuck," he sighs. He's not sure why it's more intense this time compared to all the others. It's as if Jack is losing his virginity again.
"That's it," Robby whispers. He twists his fingers in Jack's curls and reconnects their mouths. "Just like that."
Jack wonders what Robby's first time was like. Has he ever fucked a woman? Did he meet a man at the club, or was it that desperate night when Jack invited himself into his bed for the first time? He can't think of a single scenario where Robby is treated with the gentleness he deserves. It makes him sick.
He wraps a tentative hand around Robby's dick and pumps it slowly in time with his thrusts. Their lips detach as Robby's head tilts back with a content moan; Jack chases him immediately. Robby is more addictive than any shitty beer.
Robby's orgasm takes them both by surprise. He shoots farther than Jack has ever seen before and arches his back with need, calling Jack's name into his own mouth.
Jack's hips slow to a stop, but Robby claws at his back. "Keep going," he says. Then they're kissing again, and Jack has no choice but to obey.
When Jack releases it's as if he's glowing from the inside out. He's too dizzy to hate himself.
"That was good," Robby mutters against his lips. "That was really good."
Jack nods foolishly and collapses with Robby in his arms, still sticky and disgusting, but neither of them care. There are a hundred places Jack should be rather than here, but there is nowhere else he wants to be.
For the second time that day, they fall asleep tangled together in Jack's bed, and for the first time since they met, Jack feels safe.
Final part
