hi !! welcome to my blog :) i'm in my 20s, use she/her pronouns, and am new to writing! definitely not new to fanfic, though (shoutout ff.net and wattpad ill never forget you)
lowkey this is all julie's doing so i might kick off with some of my prev ramblings in her asks but after that this is our mojo dojo casa house ok?
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need to flesh this out more but enjoy one of my pre-bedtime pitt self-insert scenarios
hucklerobby and (separately) jack/fem!reader - you and dennis help eachother lock your man down. what happens at the bar, stays at the bar, right?
you and dennis are pining for jack and robby respectively
unfortunately the attendings are being stubborn about "abusing their position of power" and "inappropriate age gaps"
so you hatch a plan for the next pitt team outing - a get together at a nearby bar that gets a pretty solid dance floor going later in the evening
the first part of the evening goes just like always - the team that could make it taking up a few tables in the back just shooting the shit, some people playing increasingly competitive darts (mostly dayshift, but jack is there too not at allll bc he heard youd be there)
yes yes it's night time jack should be at work but pretend shen owes him one bc he spilled one of his coffees all over his scrubs and jack helped him replace them b4 anyone noticed
it's when they dim the lights and turn up the music that you begin to rope dennis into your scheme
"c'mon denny, it'll be fun!!" "are you sure 🧍♂️? robby and abbot know im gay, it's not like they'll be jealous" "that's the beauty of it, my humble berry boy - we can get both of them riled up without the hassle of leading someone on !! it's just a bit of dancing.."
a couple drinks later: "yeah, okay. let's do this" "i knew you'd see the light !!! they won't know what hit them"
you drag dennis onto the dancefloor
trinity has already done you the favor of requesting the appropriate music ("that boy needs to stop sulking about our literal boss all the time. either get some or get off my case !!")
you ease into it, jumping and dancing around with the others, mindful of most of your coworkers still at the bar with you
soon enough most of the more senior staff have bid their goodbyes - families, pets, and bedtimes awaiting them at home. robby and jack, however, are still around. they're in a smaller booth now, quietly talking over a few glasses of whiskey. there are many other glasses on the table - drinks theyre keeping safe for the crew out on the dance floor.
nows your time to shine: as the dance floor fills up further, you make sure that you and dennis are still in full view of the booth. your jumping slows down as the music does. you guide dennis his hands to your hips, plastering yourself to his front "time to show them what we're made out of, cowboy. you learn anything new going to trin's bars?"
despite your dancing being relatively tame compared to some of the other couples on the floor, you know youve caught jack and robby's attention - you can almost feel jacks stare as a caress of your body. dennis seems similarly affected - being the one to actually face the booth, he makes the occasional eye contact with robby. you know exactly when it happens since his hands squeeze and his hips stutter every time
OPTIONAL: you and dennis eventually end up face to face, panting into each other's mouths - lips not quite touching. "are they looking?" dennis peeks over your shoulder, hands suddenly tightening on your waist, voice low "yeah, i-" he clears his throat "theyre looking." you whisper into his ear "want to give them a bit of a show?" cue a messy make-out that leaves both of you giggling. you have dennis spin you both around at some point so you can also take a good look at jack and robby in their little corner. theyre not even pretending to look anywhere else anymore. you lock eyes with jack for a long moment. his eyes are dark, and you can see the white knuckled grip he has on his drink from here. you grin - you both know youve won.
as robby gets up to get him and jack another round (glasses of water to cool the fuck down), you tell dennis this is where your masterplan truly unfolds: it's time to pounce.
you saunter up to jack under the guise of taking a quick dance break - you look him straight in the eye as you bend down to take a sip from your drink, the one you dont even bother to pick up so as to provide jack with some more.. inspiration, as it were.
"you having fun out there, sweetheart?" his voice sounds rough. you pretend you dont notice. "oh yeah! i havent had this much fun dancing with my friends since college!"
"friends, huh? that what you call whatever youve got going on with whitaker?" he's still speaking lowly, but he doesnt sound angry; he seems almost intrigued, instead
"i think you and i both know his affections lie elsewhere." you glance over at the bar. robby, despite having two full glasses sitting next to him on the bartop, is deep in conversation with dennis. one of his hands is resting on the bar stool just behind his resident, effectively trapping him in. dennis doesnt seem to mind - his hand is idly playing with one of robbys belt loops.
turning back to jack, you go in for the kill. "doesnt look like either of them are coming back anytime soon. mind if i keep you company? i could use a friend."
mission success: you and dennis lock eyes across the parking lot and smile as your attendings take you home
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wondering what to write about now that gender swap curse is done
might venture into the world of self-insert - there's some of my asks in julie's inbox i could still expand on..
my mind is still kind of stuck on magical realism, though. could do some worldbuilding for musical soulmatism (e.g., hearing whatever music your soulmate is listening to in your mind. potential for yummy angst when there's bigger age gaps)
this is the homestretch guys. these idiots are FINALLY getting their shit together !!
mild smut under the cut (yes. again. super brief tho !)
robby let out a deep breath and broke their silence, "well. if that doesn't do the trick, i don't know what will."
jack played it cool. "you think so? might need a long nap and some chow, but i could go again."
"very funny, jack. i've taken up enough of your time as is. if it weren't for me, you'd have been long asleep by now."
"my sleep schedule is messed up anyway. besides, i'd do anything for you. you're my best friend," he said lightly. it was hard to concentrate on anything when he had robby naked in front of him.
something flashed behind robby's eyes, but it was gone before he could catch it. he must have misstepped somewhere. jack could practically see robby retreating back into his shell. but why?
robby looked away from him. "right," he swallowed audibly. "you've done me a real big favor, jack. let me know how i can make it up to you."
"oh come on, robby. don't be like that." getting robby to open up to him was like pulling teeth. "talk to me, mike."
robby sat up and glared down at him. "what, you want me to give you the play-by-play? trying to keep up your press ganey scores?"
jack barely kept from rolling his eyes. "i'm trying to connect with you here. i know they're unusual circumstances, but i would never want to leave my partner unsatisfied."
"oh yeah? and what about when i'm back to normal, brother?" robby bit out.
it struck jack suddenly - robby might look a little different at the moment, yes, but his eyes were still the same. and those eyes weren't looking at jack with frustration. they were afraid. all of robby's bitching had just been a front. his mind had been too clouded by his own desire and his need to prove himself to see it before.
jack was plenty familiar with robby's insecurities. knew that his 'seven week itch' was him tending to his need for connection while not letting anyone get close enough to actually get to know him. robby also struggled asking for help when he needed it, let alone asking for something he simply wanted.
jack was realizing that maybe he could be something robby wanted. and if robby wanted him as much as jack did in return, he'd be afraid to mess things up too. hell, he'd had to do one of the breathing exercises his therapist taught him after he hung up the phone with robby earlier. jack figured he could be brave for the both of them in this moment.
ducking his head to catch robby's gaze, jack spoke. "it's you and me, michael. curse or no curse," he took a deep breath, "i'd like to stay. today, tomorrow, any time you'll let me, really."
robby looked at him wide-eyed. his eyes roved over jack's face, as if trying to find the truth of his words in the set of his mouth or the quirk of his eyebrows. jack simply let him. he had nothing to hide anymore.
"you're sure," robby eventually said, voice still tinged with disbelief but eyes filling with burgeoning hope.
jack felt almost dizzy with happiness. "i'm sure." they would have to talk things through properly at some point, but, for now, this would do.
"you don't want to wait to do this until i turn back? just in case?"
jack raised an unimpressed eyebrow at robby.
"i'm just saying it's a big change," robby argued. "the guest room is still made up for you - you don't have to stay in here with me if you don't want to."
"nowhere else i'd rather be. i mean it. now go take a leak so you can come back to bed - i'm fucking beat."
jack did his best to rearrange the covers somewhat neatly while robby was in the bathroom. robby, upon his return, gently cleaned jack off with a warm washcloth and then conked out near immediately. he couldn't have been up for more than an hour or two, but it had been an eventful morning, to say the least. robby didn't always sleep that well, anyway. not that jack could blame him - he was the same.
it was far from the first time they'd shared a bed, but it wasn't something they did often. robby had stayed over at his place almost every night in the weeks following liz's death. jack just couldn't sleep without someone in the bed next to him. there was also that time in colorado when a medical conference they were attending got snowed out. they were lucky enough to snag one of the last remaining rooms, even if it did only come with the one bed. these days, they still crashed at each other's places from time to time, albeit in their respective guest rooms.
he much preferred having robby next to him like this; sated, softly snoring, face relaxing in his sleep. jack could spend the rest of his life just watching robby breathe and he still wouldn't get tired of it.
he couldn't wait to see it all on his robby. unfortunately, it would likely have to wait until robby's next day off. not a problem, jack thought - they had time.
robby woke to the sensation of someone gently pawing at his chest. he was so comfortable that the touch didn't fully register at first. it was simply a part of the warm and hazy world around him.
the day's events came back to him slowly. waking up disoriented, nearly tripping all over himself in search of his reflection. calling jack. having sex with jack - it seemed surreal. it was even stranger to still have jack in bed with him now. judging from their conversation earlier, he had better get used to it - he couldn't wait.
jack noticed robby's return to wakefulness when his breath hitched slightly upon the careful brush of jack's thumb across his nipple.
"you back with me mikey?" jack cooed, the nickname reigniting the embers of robby's need.
jack barely waited for robby to hum in affirmation before sliding down to where he was warm and waiting. jack certainly didn't relent this time - he seemed almost on a mission, laser-focused on robby's pleasure. by the time jack came back up for air, both of them were a mess. robby was red and panting while jack's hair was sticking up every which way from robby's hands gripping onto his curls.
"i can't believe you've gone down on me twice now without ever having kissed me. a guy might start to think you only want him for his magically obtained vagina," robby joked. there was some truth to his statement, though.
he'd spent so long thinking jack was straight. there'd been liz for a long time, of course, but there had been other women, too. none of them had looked even slightly like robby. polar opposites, even. it didn't help that it would likely take until tomorrow morning for the curse to reverse. even after everything that had happened today, robby felt he could only truly be sure how jack felt once they met again. it's not as if he would be able to do so much as to kiss jack, though - they'd be meeting each other for hand-off.
"we can fix that," jack said, interrupting robby's train of thought and looking up at him through his eyelashes. he almost looked like he wanted to eat robby alive.
"fix what?" he hummed, distracted by the way jack licked his lips clean.
"me not kissing you," jack replied, staring him down. jack went subdued as he shrugged his shoulders,"wasn't sure it was something you wanted, before."
"i wanted it," robby replied, face heating up at the speed of his response.
"yeah?" prowling over robby's body, jack reached for him.
"wait," robby said, jack's hands freezing in mid-air, a look of trepidation on his face. "pass me my glasses - i want to be able to see you properly."
jack's eyes softened, "of course. where are they?"
"should be in the top drawer - i kept knocking them off my nightstand when they were next to my phone."
he watched the muscles in jack's back ripple as he stretched out towards the nightstand.
"you dog." jack turned back to robby, holding up a strip of condoms with a glint in his eye.
"please," he grumbled, "like you didn't pull that medical study out of your ass." not one to be easily deterred, robby gently plucked his glasses out of jack's other hand and pulled him close.
"hi," said jack, cupping robby's face in his hands.
robby's response got swallowed as jack brought his mouth down to his.
robby tried to keep things chaste, truly. jack (and his tongue) were simply very persuasive. it was only as jack's hands started traveling down his sides that robby stopped him.
"now that you mention it, i think i remember a follow-up study about the effects of repeated intervention," jack panted into his mouth.
robby lightly jostled jack's shoulder, "i've created a monster," he whined. "refractory period or no, there's only so much i can take."
"you saying i wore you out? i think i could get another one out of ya" jack gave robby a lopsided grin.
"enough, jack, don't you have a shift tonight? you're insatiable," he complained, trying to hide a smile.
jack let out a put-upon sigh. "fine. i'll need to go home and shower at some point, but i should have time to put something together before i go - you must be starving."
"me? what about you?" he highly doubted jack had had time for anything but a protein bar or two after leaving the hospital. "and you can just shower here. the bathrooms are all accessible, you know that." he wasn't ready to let jack go just yet.
"now who's the insatiable one?"
"by yourself, jack, you know what i meant"
"next time, then," jack kissed his teeth. exasperated as robby may be, the teasing atmosphere soothed some of his nerves. he committed jack's pleased face to memory for his inevitable freak out once he was left home alone.
he ended up ordering takeout as jack took his shower. his fridge had nothing resembling 'real food', according to jack. conversation was light once they finally sat down on the couch - a stark contrast to their discussion that morning. it served to further reassure robby that there was nothing out of the ordinary.
well. maybe not nothing, he thought, catching jack's staring at his legs. he'd only bothered to pull on a fresh set of boxers and one of his hoodies when they got up. jack probably thought he was being subtle. robby chuckled, taking a sip of his drink and taking the opportunity to steal a glance himself.
the shrill ringing of jack's phone burst their bubble of contentment.
jack flashed robby his screen as he silenced his phone - it was only an alarm telling him to start heading to the hospital. even so, the reminder of the reality waiting for both of them beyond robby's front door sent a shiver down his spine.
"do you have to go?" shen could handle one night by himself - robby was already flipping through his mental calendar to see what holiday was coming up next.
"where's this coming from, rob? you were so quick to remind me of my shift earlier."
"i just want to have you to myself for a bit longer," he sighed. "i feel like the minute you walk out that door i'm going to wake up and this will all just have been a dream."
he voiced his biggest fear to jack, "even if it isn't a dream, what if this doesn't work out? what if i fuck this up before it even has a chance to start?" he didn't think he could handle losing jack.
"i hear you, mike," jack clapped a hand to his shoulder. "and yeah, maybe you'll fuck up. maybe i will. but so what? no other relationship of mine has stood both the test of time and this many bodily fluids - you are never getting rid of me." jack's stare was intense as always, and he waited until robby nodded back at him to break eye contact.
jack glanced at his watch. "except right now i do have to leave," he grimaced. "lena will have my head if i don't make it to handover on time."
robby smiled back at jack reassuringly; if there was anyone who could understand, it was him. "it's alright, jack. we'll catch up soon."
"maybe i can get tomorrow night off - the guy who does the schedule owes me a favor," jack said, winking at him before turning to step out the door.
the next morning, robby felt surprisingly well-rested as he woke. the first thing he did was drag a hand across his chin. upon feeling his overgrown scruff, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief. one less thing to worry about, he supposed.
he idly ruminated on the previous day's events as he got ready for his shift. if it weren't for the crutches he could still see leaning against the bathroom counter, he'd have almost said it had truly all been a dream.
robby stopped dead in his tracks as he ventured to the kitchen to go start his coffeemaker.
"good morning, handsome," jack smiled at him beatifically. he was standing by the counter, the smell of breakfast permeating the air. "i see you've finally got your beard back. i've got to say, the rugged look is kind of growing on me."
robby would give up shaving forever if it meant jack would keep smiling at him like this. he took three big strides towards jack and crashed their lips together.
jack responded enthusiastically - his hands were everywhere, as if they were checking that every part of robby was accounted for. he couldn't be happier.
jack gave him one last peck and turned back to his coffeemaker, "can't get too distracted now, mike. you have a shift to get to."
he realized with a start that jack must have left work very early to be able to do all this for robby. "how did they even let you leave yours so soon? don't tell me you left everyone stranded just to make me breakfast."
"shen owed me a favor," jack replied easily, handing him his favorite travel mug. it didn't keep his coffee warm for more than an hour or two, but he had gotten it from jake years ago, back when robby was still with janey.
"thanks, jack" he smiled, turning his gaze to the kitchen counter. his smile dropped, "did you already eat? there's only one plate."
"i already packed yours up - i know you don't like to eat right after you've woken up," he explained. "did you know half of your tupperware don't even have a matching lid? that's no way to live, brother", jack continued as he walked robby to the door, hand warm on his back.
robby felt slightly stunned. he accepted his bag with a small nod of thanks, noting that it felt heavier than usual. more than he would expect from a quick breakfast alone.
jack left him no chance to investigate as he ushered him out the door. "i'll see you at hand-off, yeah? just like always."
just like always, robby thought, taking a sip from his perfectly prepared coffee with a smile.
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part two of three now, actually. i really wanted to keep it all as one part but the doc is currently almost 4k (not including pt 1 !!)
smut under the cut :)
"well, fuck," jack finally spoke, a light flush making itself known on his cheeks as his gaze roved over robby's body.
"exactly." robby shifted on his feet but managed to keep a straight face. "now are you going to come in or what?"
jack walked past robby into the living room, plopping down onto the couch with a small thud. the drive over to robby's place had gone past in a daze. he felt like something had been knocked loose inside his head since he'd heard the words 'i need you to fuck me' come out of robby's mouth.
as robby made his way over from the doorway, jack took the opportunity to take a closer look at him. he clearly hadn't done his morning routine yet. robby was still in his pajamas and his hair was even messier than usual. not that any of it mattered; robby was always beautiful to him. still, he felt endeared by the way robby had clearly called him first thing, judging by the pillow creases still visible on his cheek. he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen robby without a beard - the jarring lack of facial hair kicked jack back into gear.
"so. you got cursed?" jack asked as robby sat down on the opposite end of the couch.
"very astute observation, doctor abbot," robby replied, voice pitched slightly higher than normal, but tone as bitchy as ever.
"c'mon man, i'm just trying to make sense of things. this is quite the thing to spring on a guy after a 12 hour shift"
"you're right," robby sighed, "i'm already asking enough of you as is. wouldn't want you to miss out on your beauty sleep."
"you think i'm pretty, brother?" jack batted his eyelashes. "sister, now, i suppose," he chuckled.
robby rolled his eyes. "this is exactly why i couldn't just wait it out. do you have any hard no's you want to discuss before we get this over with?"
jack definitely noticed the way robby didn't mention any of his boundaries. he decided to put it in his back pocket for the moment - he had more pressing matters to get to.
"get this over with?" he scoffed. "this can't just be a pump and dump, mike."
"why not?" robby huffed. "what do you suggest instead, hmm?"
"let me make you feel good, please?" jack had clearly caught robby off guard with that one. he suddenly found himself grateful for robby's predicament - he wouldn't have been able to see the blush creeping up his neck otherwise.
"what would-" robby coughed, "what would be the point of that? the end product is the same."
"the point is that i care about you. i'm not going to treat you like some random one night stand." jack would rather die than debase robby like that. this was his one chance to show robby how good jack could be to him, how good they could be together. if only robby could stop being so stubborn.
as predicted, robby was still giving him grief. "it's fine, i can take it. no need to worry about me." robby stopped meeting his eyes, a clear sign that he was close to done with the conversation.
time to bring out the big guns. "what if it's a boundary for me? what if i'm saying no to you just using me to get back to normal?"
robby laughed. "oh, you're good, abbot"
"yeah, i am," jack smirked, "let me show you?"
as they walked into robby's room, jack quirked an eyebrow at the state of the bed. robby didn't exactly keep his covers to military standards, but jack knew that he preferred to step into a neatly made bed at night.
robby gave a sheepish shrug, "wasn't exactly my first priority this morning."
"we'd only have messed it up again anyway," jack smirked. robby gave a long-suffering sigh, but jack caught the corner of his mouth ticking up.
he had to act quickly if he wanted to preserve the lighthearted mood he'd worked so hard for earlier. he gently directed robby to the bed, making sure he was settled before sitting down on the edge of the mattress to take his shoes off.
"what about your leg?" robby asked, "you've been standing on it all night."
"in a minute," said jack, getting back up to take a good look at robby. jack was overwhelmed by all the possibilities of having robby laid out for him like this. what if he never got to have this again? he'd been wanting to get his mouth on robby for a long time - might as well start there.
"take your pants off for me," he rumbled, looking down at robby in a way that never failed to make his patients blush. robby gave jack a wide-eyed look in return, though he complied easily. his gaze stuck on his arms, which pleased jack enormously. he'd felt a bit silly digging out his black compression shirt when he wouldn't be wearing it long at all, but he knew it worked for him. liz had always thought so, anyway.
he settled in between robby's legs, leaning over him slightly to briefly cup a hand to his face. robby was just looking at him so sweetly. robby seemed almost locked in a trance as jack rubbed a thumb across his shoulder. "we'll be okay, mikey. i promise."
making his way down robby's torso, jack accidentally brushed one of robby's nipples. robby shivered in response, though he was clearly trying to hide his reaction. interesting.
jack decided to tease him a little, "sensitive, huh? must be new."
the tips of robby's ears went bright red.
"not new then. good to know," jack grinned from ear to ear. robby flushed even more, pushing down on jack's shoulder as if telling him to just get on with it.
jack went happily - still, he couldn't resist teasing robby one last time. he moved his hands to robby's boxers, "can i take these off, sweetheart?"
that seemed to bring robby back down to earth. "stop it," he grumbled, "you're doing that on purpose."
"doing what?" jack asked, putting an innocent look on his face, "pretty hard for me to help you out if you keep all your clothes on."
robby glared at him in return. "you know exactly what i mean, jack. but fine," he sighed, "only if you take some off too."
jack sat up to quickly take his shirt off and took great satisfaction in seeing robby track the movement with hungry eyes. he finally hooked his fingers in the waistband of robby's underwear, delighted to find a curly thatch of hair hiding underneath as he dragged them down.
robby suddenly seemed shy again, trying to close his legs when jack moved them to drag his boxers over his ankles. "i guess the curse didn't take all of my body hair. i'm sorry if that's a problem for you."
jack snorted. "i was a married man, robby. you think i'm afraid of a little hair? you should be worrying about my stubble, if anything."
"oh, that won't be an issue," robby mentioned offhandedly.
jack looked up sharply. he wanted to unpack that statement immediately.
before he could even open his mouth, robby distracted him. "well? this is what you wanted, right?" he spread his knees out further, " i'm all yours, dr. abbot."
jack abbot was a weak, weak man.
he reached out to touch robby, lightly dragging a finger through his slit and collecting the wetness that had already gathered there.
"jack," robby whined, "get on with it, please."
"patience," he murmured, now rubbing slow circles on robby's clit. robby's hips started jerking up at him, but jack put a stop to that immediately by holding him down with one of his arms.
"alright, alright," jack reassured robby. "i've got you," he said, before diving face first into robby's pussy.
robby moaned so prettily as jack lapped at him. jack couldn't resist peeking up at him to see his face - robby's head was thrown back, hands twitching at his sides as his chest heaved. jack rutted his own hips into the mattress at the sight of him. jack eventually put his mouth back on robby from where he'd replaced it with his fingers as he looked his fill. he'd have to get that shirt off of him before jack fucked him, he thought idly.
jack had just gotten robby to start clenching around his tongue when he suddenly started pushing him away.
"that's enough," he said, "i'm ready for you now."
jack immediately shook his head in response, as much as he couldn't wait to sheathe himself inside of robby. how was he supposed to prove himself if robby kept pulling away?
"no way," he protested. he tried a different angle from before,"this is probably the only time you'll be able to come several times in one sitting, robby. you really want to waste that? and for what, self-restraint? live a little, brother"
"several times, huh? you have that much faith in your own abilities?" robby snarked.
"stop dodging the question. why won't you let me make you come?"
"you can do whatever you want with me, jack," robby bit out. "but can we please just move on to the main event?"
"fine. have it your way. but i will be keeping score later." jack planned to wring at least two orgasms out of robby. or even three, if robby finally started seeing sense.
"christ, jack, it's not a football game. i don't need to come for this to work," robby said, refusing to meet his eyes.
"call me crazy but i want both of us to have a good time, brother. i'm not a dick"
"no," robby deadpanned, "you're just helping me get back mine."
despite their bickering, robby still offered to help jack with taking off his prosthesis. it had been easier to leave it on at first, not wanting to allow robby to spiral by making him wait. that said, robby had been right earlier - it'd been a long night, and putting his leg back on after his shower had only made things worse.
robby pulled down jack's gray sweatpants as he knelt in front of him. meanwhile, jack thought about how the last person to do this for him before robby had been his wife. robby's current condition didn't help matters any. for a moment, the twin images of liz and robby on their knees for him overlapped. he shook his head, focusing back on robby. robby, who had since moved on to pawing at the waistband of his underwear.
"in the spirit of living a little, do you need any… help?" robby joked. "might as well while i'm down here, you know?"
it was jack's turn to blush now. "that, uh, that won't be necessary," he confessed. jack had been hard as a rock ever since he got his first taste of robby.
"no?" robby eyes twinkled. "a real shame, that." jack wondered how much he actually meant that. it was yet another point of conversation he forced himself to pocket.
after some careful rearranging - including the removal of the last of their clothes - jack and robby laid close together in bed. jack made sure they were face to face; if this was the only time he'd get to have robby like this, he wanted to be able to see him properly.
"condom?" jack forced himself to ask. he wanted to be as close to robby as humanly possible - it's not like he could get pregnant.
"you know, i'm not actually sure if i have any," robby admitted. "i don't think i bothered replacing them last time i ran out."
jack thanked his lucky stars for robby's indifference. "i actually read an article the other day about the efficacy of semen during interpersonal curse reversal," he lied through his teeth, "they reported a significant positive effect."
"interpersonal curse reversal?" robby asked, smile on his face, "is that what they're calling it these days?"
"don't look at me," he shrugged. "i didn't choose to call it that." except for the part where he definitely did.
"no matter what you call it," robby said, "i'd really like to get started on my own curse reversal right now. last chance to back out, brother."
"get started?" he huffed, "what do you think we've been doing?" robby tipped his head in acknowledgement.
"in any case, in for a penny, in for a pound, right?" robby groaned at the pun, though it drew out into a moan as jack rubbed his tip through robby's folds. his erection had flagged a little while they had gotten settled, but the feeling of robby's warmth encasing him had him ready and weeping in no time at all.
jack kept his eyes on robby's face as he slid into him for the first time. robby's eyes were closed, but he didn't appear to be in any pain. good.
jack hissed through his teeth as he slowly buried himself to the hilt.
"fuck," he said, "you doing okay over there? talk to me."
"i'm alright," robby replied, finally opening his eyes, allowing jack to see his pupils blown wide open.
jack slowly picked up the pace, praising robby the whole way. "you feel so good, robby. michael." he could feel robby clench around him. "yeah? you like it when i call you by your first name?" robby blushed and looked away.
"now, now, none of that. don't you want to be good for me? eyes on me, mikey."
robby met his gaze once more. he seemed to be slightly overwhelmed; tears were starting to collect on his lower lash line. jack lovingly swiped them away with his thumb. he kept his hand on robby's face for a moment - robby appeared to unconsciously nuzzle into his palm.
true to his word, jack did everything in his power to make robby feel good. he shifted his hips until he found an angle that punched a long moan out of robby. he also moved one hand to robby's hair to soothe him while the other gently plucked at his nipples.
as jack felt the bottom of his spine begin to tingle, he moved a hand down to rub tight little circles over robby's clit. robby reacted beautifully.
"fuck, jack, it's too much," robby hiccuped.
"you can do it, ba- robby" jack cooed, slamming into robby over and over. "remember, keep your eyes on me."
robby was fully crying now - he let out a little sob with each thrust, until he suddenly went taut.
feeling robby's release around him, jack couldn't hold back any longer. he buried himself deep inside robby, letting him milk jack for all he was worth.
jack carefully pulled out, rolling onto his back but making sure he could keep an eye on where his come was starting to slowly drip out of robby. he resisted the urge to reach over and push it back in.
neither of them spoke as they composed themselves. where would they go from here? jack kind of wanted to see if robby would let him eat him out again.
robby let out a deep breath and broke their silence, "well. if that doesn't do the trick, i don't know what will."
Rabbot time travel au // E // Use of the F-slur // Jack is 50 Robby is 22 and Jack is 50 and Robby is 52 // nerdy little bubbe’s boy robby //
9.04am. Jack's face hits his pillow. His back aches. His leg aches. His temples behind his eyes ache. With no effort at all, he slips into unconsciousness.
4.27 pm. Jack blinks awake to his face pressed up against a matted foisty carpet. His back aches. His leg aches. His temples behind his eyes still ache.
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with the whole pregnancy thing it'd make sense to make it abo, y'know?
this ended up being longer than i intended so uh. more under the cut. cw: (very) brief consideration of abortion
maybe that's how dennis got stuck in this situation. he wanted to be a doctor but his family would have never let him study medicine, especially not after he presented.
he'd married one of his friends from school, earl, who never made fun of dennis for being different from his older brothers. dennis simply preferred reading a good book or going to swim in the creek over attending the big football game and there was nothing wrong with that.
after dennis presented, earl had told him he and dennis could start a new life away from broken bow - that their dreams were too big for small town life. he made good on his promise to take him away, but wasn't successful enough to get very far. the truck broke down not even a 100 miles into their journey. there's no point in calling home for help - his parents had told him not to show his face at the farm ever again. they stopped at a nearby diner to decide what to do next, which somehow ended up with dennis being offered a job as a waitress.
anything was better than staying at home, though, waiting for his parents to change their mind on college, or even worse, for them to find an alpha they could sell him off to. at least dennis made this choice himself.
it's not even like he was dating earl - they simply had to get married to be able to rent an apartment together. no local realtor would let an unmated omega live with anyone other than family. since earl was a beta, they could get away with only a simple marriage license.
they stayed in the area longer than expected. they were saving up to fix the truck, but with earl unable to find a job, it was slow-going. earl grew increasingly frustrated the more time passed. he was bitter that their plan had failed, that he never presented as the alpha he clearly should have been, and even worse, that an omega was now paying the bills.
keeping up the pretense of their marriage wasn't very difficult. they shared the same room, shared a bed, and that seemed to be enough for most. dennis's lack of a mating mark did get him a lot of unwanted attention, yet another way his designation was holding him back.
working at the diner helped. his own scent was often mistaken for the aromas coming from the pies he baked fresh every morning. occasionally alphas got a little too close for his liking, but a quick flash of his wedding ring was usually enough to scare them away. when it wasn't, he could count on cal to kick them out.
recently, earl had seemed more agitated than normal. he complained that his status as a married man was keeping him from 'living life to the fullest', and that dennis should help him out, that he should be grateful to his husband. dennis wasn't too sure about starting anything with earl - they had always been just friends, only friends, but it had been a while for dennis, too. he definitely wasn't going to fall in love with earl, so maybe something casual wouldn't hurt? he'd have to be careful, though - without a registered alpha there was no way dennis would be able to get any birth control in the state of nebraska.
a drunken night out with dawn and becky ultimately forced the issue - dennis was pregnant. as with the birth control, it would not be possible for dennis to get an abortion at his local clinic. would he even want to, though? dennis didn't want to raise a baby with earl, but a pup wouldn't be so bad. it's not like he would be able to afford med school any time soon.
maybe it was a sign for him to finally leave nebraska. but how? rent took up most of his wages, and earl had a bad habit of using his tips for "emergencies". he still had plenty of time to think about it, dennis decided, turning his attention back to the ketchups he was marrying.
enter doctor michael robinavitch, a month into his sabbatical and looking for a soft place to land. he'd seen a sign advertising fresh pies as he made his way through nebraska and decided it was as good a place as any to stop.
swinging open the diner doors, robby was met with the sweetest scent he'd ever encountered. not seeing a menu, robby went up to the counter. "is that blueberry pie i smell?"
"huckleberries, actually, but, ah, it's not the pies," dennis replied, wide eyes taking in robby's burly frame and blushing slightly. (he had never met an alpha whose scent he liked this much before).
robby understood immediately, ducking his head in embarrassment. "i see. sorry about that," he glanced at the kid's name tag, "dennis. what would you recommend instead?"
