the fox on the wall sees all

“It’s fine,” Jack says. He nuzzles against Robby’s covered scent gland. “They’ll yell if they need us.”

“Or they’ll walk right in if they need a piss, which is why I came in here by the way, not to be groped by some alpha.”

“Some alpha isn’t in here, your mate is. And I should be able to grope you when we’re not busy.”

Robby pushes him away. “Are you crazy? Why would you say that?”

Jack looks like he’s going to argue, but decides better of it. “Slip of the tongue, okay? I’m sorry.” He bangs his knuckles against his temple. “Knock on wood.”

Robby scoffs. “I don’t think that’s where your wood is.” He positions himself in front of a urinal, but of course that doesn’t send a message of privacy to Jack.

Instead he hooks his chin over Robby’s shoulder and holds his waist. “You’d know exactly where that is.” He juts his hips into Robby’s ass, and despite it being soft Robby’s cheeks still go up in flames.

“I should report you to HR.”

Jack cackles and separates himself. “Okay, okay. Don’t threaten a good day with admin.”

The halls haven’t caught fire in their time away, so Robby counts that as a win.

“Oooo,” Santos sings when she sees them. “Having a little alone time on the clock?”

Javadi speaks and hides behind her computer. Whitaker’s mouth hangs open before he quietly berates her.

“Oh, come on. Mom and Dad can take a joke,” she grins.

Robby chuffs and Jack points a fake stern finger at her. “That’s doctor Mom and Dad to you.”

She puts her hands up in surrender, and Javadi deems it safe enough to poke her head back out.

They chat for a bit before Robby sends them off to check up on their patients. Jack leans next to him on the hub. “This is nice.”

Robby shakes his head. “You’re pushing your luck.”

“Come on—“ he’s cut off by a shriek echoing through the hall.

They both dart toward the sound. Another echoes through the hall, then more frantic voices join. Each yell creates a deeper haze around the edge of Robby’s vision. Why is this ED so goddamn big?

When they finally turn the corner, some alpha patient has Javadi’s arm tight in his fist. The room is packed with people screaming and yanking them, failing to separate them. Javadi’s large eyes house terrified tears, she pushes herself into Whitaker’s chest as he tries to pry the man’s hand off her. Santos has her own hands hooked in the man’s elbow, but no matter how hard she yanks she can’t free Javadi.

There’s a nurse trying to reach the alpha with some sedative and Jack joins in on the yelling; alpha voice booming through the ED, but for once Robby doesn’t respond to it. It’s nothing but noise.

He dives across room and sinks his fangs into the alpha’s arm. With a pained yelp, he finally frees Javadi. She and Whitaker stumble back and land in a pathetic lump on the linoleum floor.

Robby unlatches his teeth, but when he sees the alpha the instinct comes again. Before he can land another bite, Jack wraps his arms around Robby’s middle and pulls him.

“Whoa, that’s enough. You got him, omega, good job. You got him.”

Robby doesn't care. He tries to reach the man again, but his alpha is too strong. Jack twirls him around, and Robby's eyes lock on Javadi and Whitaker, who are brushing themselves off.

"They're okay. Look, they're okay."

His pups are not okay. They're shaken and trembling. They need to be in a nest. He places gentle hands on Javadi's shoulders and does a quick check. She's okay, but her arm will likely bruise. The need to rip that alpha's head off his shoulders intensifies.

"Good job, Dr. Mom," Santos says. "I've never seen anything like that before; badass."

He whips around and checks her over, too. Everyone is okay, but they're too exposed here. Need a nest. Why doesn't he have a nest here?

Robby pulls himself out of Jack's arms and rounds up his pups. They need to get somewhere safe. He guides them through the halls, head on a swivel for any threats. Thankfully, his alpha is following quickly behind.

"Uh, Dr. Robby--" Whitaker starts. Robby shushes him and crowds all of them into a supply closet.

It's a tight fit. The pups are squashed together, and Robby's frame alone is enough to block the door. Perfect.

"Uh, Robby," Jack says through the door. "Let me just—“ He starts to open the door, but Robby is quick to slam it shut again.

"You out there," Robby says. His voice is gruff.

“But—“

“Safer.”

Jack sighs. “Are you guys alright?” The pups call back assurances, and the soft thud of Jack’s back hitting the door calms Robby a bit. “You’ve got ten minutes but then we have to get doctors back with patients.”

Robby huffs. He’ll keep his pups in here as long as he has to.

He checks each one diligently. Santos is a perfect bill of health, Whitaker is going to have a sore back from the harsh landing on the floor, and he admitted to knocking his head, so they’re ordering a CT no matter how much he argues.

His poor baby Javadi already has a horrible hand shaped bruise blooming on her arm. Robby pulls her into his chest and keeps her there, her thin arms wrap around him and heartbreaking little sniffs muffle against his scrubs.

Tentatively, Whitaker reaches out and strokes a soft hand over Javadi’s shoulder. Robby pulls him into too, then looks at his last pup.

Santos shuffles back and forth on her feet before rolling her eyes and letting out an exaggerated sigh. “Well, if everyone is doing it.”

With all his pups safe in his arms, Robby’s mind begins to come back to him. When Jack opens the door, his instincts have calmed enough to let the pups go, but not enough to forget Whitaker’s CT.

“Tough luck, kid,” Jack tells him. “What Mom says goes.”

Santos salutes them. “Thanks for the break.”

And baby Javadi lingers between them. “Um, thank you… Dr. Robby.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” he says. “We all wanted you to be safe.”

“Yeah, but, the hug.” She looks at her feet and whispers, “my real mom wouldn’t have done that.”

It’s only Jack’s hand on his chest that stops Robby from snatching her up again.

“You can always come to us,” Jack tells her. “Robby always has a good hug in him.”

She nods, thanks them again, and disappears into the ED. Robby’s heart thuds at the sight.

Jack chuffs and kisses his cheek. “Everyone’s okay,” he says. “Good job, Mama.”

Jack always gets so handsy with him when he is cooking or baking. Jack will kiss his neck, his face, his lips; he’ll even slip his hands down his pants to grope him.

Robby always tries to push him away; sometimes he’ll give in and let Jack have his fun with him.

Jack knows not to distract him when he is cooking something complex, not wanting to ruin all his husband’s hard work.

Today was like the others; Jack had gone on a run in the morning, wanting to be outside before it got crowded. 

Robby had gotten up with him, wanting to get a head start on some baking he had planned to do.

He had stopped on his way home the other night to pick up all the necessities for the loaves he wanted to make.

His therapist had encouraged him to feed into this hobby he enjoyed, especially after hearing about his poor stress relief.

Robby knew he’d have to start early if he wanted to get any of it done before Jack could try and distract him. He doesn’t understand why Jack gets so horny watching him cook or bake. 

He gets so messy; there’s flour everywhere, he gets stuff all over his apron, hell sometimes he finds stuff in his beard and hair.

He was planning on making a couple different loaves, planning on freezing them and taking them out when they needed. 

He had all his ingredients laid out, the oven preheating, the TV playing from the living room, and his apron on as he got started with his baking.

He used all the fancy kitchen appliances that Jack bought him after learning that he wanted to spend more time with the hobby. Jack got him a bunch of appliances, utensils and measuring cups, you name it, Jack bought it for him. 

He had the ingredients to make a lemon blueberry loaf, a banana loaf, an apple cinnamon loaf and a pumpkin loaf.

It didn’t take long for the kitchen to become a mess: flour all over the counter and all over Robby’s apron.

Jack walked into the house to the smell of citrus and cinnamon. He could feel himself grow excited knowing what he was about to see in the kitchen

Luck being on his side, he found Robby in the kitchen wearing an apron with cupcakes all over it; he had flour all over him, mixing bowl in hand, following a recipe book.

“Hey Mikey!” Jack announced, walking into view. A huge smirk was plastered all over his face. 

“Hey! How was your run?” Robby asked, adding more ingredients and mixing them together. 

“Oh, not too bad. What are you baking?” Jack asked, walking closer to Robby.

“Oh, just baking up some loaves. We can freeze some of them.” Robby said. He looked over at Jack, seeing his husband all flustered.

Robby rolled his eyes in annoyance, pouring the batter into a baking pan. He just had one more to whip up before he could put them all in the oven.

As Robby went to grab the ingredients for the next loaf, he felt Jack’s hands on his hips. “Jack, what do you think you’re doing?”  Robby continued to set up everything, following the recipe. 

“What? Can’t a man enjoy his husband?” Jack chuckled, pressing his hard cock against Robby’s ass.

“No, Jack. Last time you made me burn the cookies,” Robby whined. He felt Jack press kisses to his neck; he grazed over his pulse, sucking on the skin. 

“Look what you do to me, Mikey,” Jack whispered between kisses, drawing out a soft moan from the baker. 

“I need to finish the loaf batter, you can wait,” Robby said, measuring out some flour. 

Jack didn’t relent, his hands wandering under Robby’s shirt, hands running up and down the man’s hairy stomach. Jack’s fingers grazed his nipples, making them harden at the touch. Robby moaned softly as Jack continued to touch him, trying to distract him from his baking.

Jack pushed his cock harder into Robby’s ass, pushing him against the counter. “Ah, Jack, I need to finish this,” Robby said breathlessly, hands gripping the bowl and spatula. 

“You look so good when you bake, it’s so sexy watching you,” Jack moaned in his ear as he rutted against his clothed ass. 

Jack moved his hands back down Robby’s stomach, inching into the waistband of his sweats and underwear. His fingertips grazed over his growing cock.

“Jackie, I need to finish this. You do this every time,” Robby whined, moaning as Jack’s hand wrapped around his half-hard cock and his free hand made it up to his nipple and pinched it. 

“You can keep baking, baby. And I can have my fun with you, hmm?” Jack was being mean, and he knew it. He loved watching and feeling Robby shake as he toyed with him. 

Jack watched over the man’s shoulder, his hands shaking as Jack continued to grope his hard cock, and twist the buds of his nipple between his fingers.

Robby bit his lip, holding back moans, not wanting to give Jack the satisfaction of hearing him crumble. “Let me hear you, baby, hmm? Don’t be like that.” Jack cooed, there was nothing sweet behind those words. He smirked as he kissed up Robby’s neck, feeling his precum on his fingers.

“Mmph,” Robby moaned as he kept his lips pressed shut, going back to add the last few ingredients. Robby can pretend that he isn’t enjoying Jack’s hands all over him, but he is not fooling Jack with the way his hips keep bucking and the soft whimpers escaping.

Jack wanted more; he wanted to fuck his husband in their kitchen while he wore his apron covered in flour.

He took his hands away from Robby’s body; Robby whined at the loss of touch. “Oh? I thought you wanted me to stop?” Jack cooed. Robby turned back, giving him a harsh glare.

Jack chuckled, watching Robby reach for a lemon. Jack took the opportunity to yank his husband’s pants down, pulling his underwear along with it. Jack heard him make a soft gasp, falling forward at the force.

“Go back to baking, baby. Don’t let me get in your way,” Jack’s hands were back on Robby. His hands kneading at his ass, fingers inching towards his hole.

Robby was grating the lemon peel into a bowl when he felt Jack’s spit-soaked finger press against his hole. “F-fuck” Robby moaned as Jack’s finger pressed inside of him. His hands fell onto the counter, gripping it from the side as Jack slid it in and out, brushing against his prostate.

“I thought you wanted to finish up? It doesn’t seem that important now? Now that I got my fingers in you,” Jack mocked in his ear, adding another finger inside.

“I need to finish, Jackie, f-fuck. I-i can’t waste all this stuff,” Robby said between moans. He tried to keep grating the lemon peel; his hands shook as Jack fucked his fingers in and out of him. 

“You can finish, baby. They aren’t even in the oven yet,” Jack’s free hand made it to Robby’s cock, gently and slowly stroking it. He could feel Robby’s cock throbbing in his hold. Robby whined and moaned at the contact, both ends being played with. He didn’t care to hold back his sounds anymore, knowing his husband was enjoying it way too much.

Robby added the lemon zest to the bowl, grabbing the spatula and mixing the ingredients together. Jack added a third finger, this time pressing against Robby’s prostate. Robby moaned, thrusting his hips forwards, stopping all his movements.

“That’s it, baby; look at you baking,” Jack kissed up Robby’s neck, placing soft kisses up to his jaw.

Robby let out soft breathy moans as he kept stirring the ingredients together, trying his best to not spill the batter on the counter. 

Jack’s hand left his cock, instead pulling down his own pants and underwear to free his hard cock. Jack spat in his hand, spreading it on his cock, pressing his tip to Robby’s hole.

Robby was pouring the batter into the pan when Jack pushed in. “Mhmm, fuck Jackie,” Robby moaned, trying to not miss the pan as the batter poured out.

Jack groaned as he bottomed out inside of Robby, paying no mind to how much his husband was struggling to stay steady. One hand went up to Robby’s nipple, twisting it as he thrusted in and out. 

“Come on baby, you just gotta add some blueberries on top and a little bit of zest,” Jack groaned in his ear when he felt Robby clench down on him. Jack squeezed his hip, freeing his hand from his nipple and grabbed his face.

He turned Robby’s face to look at him, seeing the drool that leaked from his mouth. “Look at you, my little baker. He is getting such a nice treat. Look how messy you are,” Jack teased, connecting their lips with a grunt.

Robby moaned into the kiss, pushing his hips back with every thrust to push Jack deeper inside of him. Jack’s tongue pushed inside of Robby’s mouth. Robby moaned as his husband’s tongue brushed against his. 

Jack pulled away, saliva strings attached to their lips as they broke apart. “Get back to it, baby. We can’t let all your hard work get spoiled,” Jack picked up the pace and fucked into his harder.

Robby kept dropping the blueberries on the counter, not wanting to squish them. The feeling of Jack hitting his prostate repeatedly made him tremble and moan; he kept letting go of the blueberries to grip the counter. 

“F-fuck, Jackie. I’m gonna cum soon,” Robby moaned. He fell to his elbows, pushing back into Jack. Jack’s hands held his hips as he fucked in and out. 

“You better get those blueberries on the batter first. You’re not cumming until it’s all ready for the oven,” Robby whined. “You said you had to finish them. I don’t know why you are whining when I’m doing what you asked.”

Robby kept dropping the berries as Jack roughly thrusted; he was fucking him hard. His body bouncing as Jack’s pelvic area hit his ass, making the blueberries fall all over.

Robby managed to get most of them in, covering the top of the loaf.

“Ok, fuck, Jackie, I’m done. Please.” Robby pushed the pan away from him, slumping onto the counter, letting Jack fuck him deeper and harder.

“Such a good little baker, hmm. My sweet Mikey.” Jack slapped his ass, feeling Robby tremble in his hold. 

“M gonna cum, Jackie. F-fuck” Robby moaned, his one hand reaching to touch Jack’s hand on his hip.

“Me too, baby,” Jack grunted. He held Robby’s hand as he fucked into him, Robby letting out soft pleas. “That’s it, baby, show me how bad you need l cum.”

“Inside, cum inside me. Please, please,” Robby moaned. Jack hit his prostate once more, sending him over the edge. He came with a loud moan, his cum spurting all over the inside of his apron. His knees gave out, and clenched down on Jack’s cock.

That one clench made Jack cum, filling Robby up. He held Robby up in his hold, letting him catch his breath. “Look at that baby, all your baking is good, and nothing got ruined.” Jack pressed a soft kiss to Robby’s head, slowly pulling out of him.

Robby glared at him, legs shaking as Jack helped him up. He shook his head, a smile spreading across his face, and his husband chuckled. 

“Ok ok, I’ll clean up in here, you go get cleaned up.” Jack chuckled, kissing Robby’s lips as he got him to his feet.

Robby pulled his pants and underwear back up before walking to their room.

“Don’t forget to put them in the oven! Set a timer for an hour!” Robby yelled from the room.

“Yes, master chef!” Jack yelled back. 

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Hi, please feel free to send me any prompts/request/, or asks!

But MS2 is kicking Jack’s ass, and it’s well known that Robby is at the top of their class so he asks him for help.

Robby agrees, but keeps an eye out for any ulterior motives.

To his surprise, there are none. Jack is a perfect gentleman and is constantly in awe of how good of a teacher Robby is. It makes his chest swell with pride. The more time Robby spends tutoring Jack the more he wants to spend time with him outside of that, maybe go to dinner or a movie, and Robby has this strange urge to ask for Jack’s coat. Oh, fuck. He likes this alpha.

Of course he likes the one alpha that isn’t interested.

Robby starts wearing lower cut tops that show off his neck and don’t suppress his scent, he also brings food to share to Jack’s tutoring sessions and makes sure to lean in extra close when he’s explaining something. Nothing works.

Meanwhile, Jack feels like he’s liable to combust at any moment. He’s trying so so hard to be respectful, but after every study session with Robby he has to run home and jerk off like the exact type of knotheads Robby hates. It’s getting harder to resist asking for the opportunity to court him, but Jack still isn’t willing to be met with reality.