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Langdon using orgasms during recovery whenever he has urges to use. He texts Robby or sometimes just shows up at his door and Robby can never turn him down. He sighs and lets him in, muttering under his breath in a way that’s just condescending enough to turn Frank on as he follows him through the house.

They don’t talk about it but they both need this. It takes both their minds off of the impending sense of doom their lives create. Is it healthy? Probably not. Frank probably shouldn’t be replacing drugs with sex and Robby definitely shouldn’t be giving it to him. But he wants, no, needs to feel like he’s helping. Like he can somehow fix this.

Sometimes Frank gets demanding about it. Pulling at Robby’s belt before the door even shuts, spouting off a few things he knows will get Robby going enough to let him feel it for a while once he leaves. After all Robby is only a man. He’ll make sure Langdon is settled on pillows but he’ll be relentless after that. He’s not stopping until he’s crying.

But they don’t kiss. Thats the one line they hadn’t crossed ever since Frank showed up on Robby’s doorstep with divorce papers in hand. They didn’t talk about how this all started or where it was going.

The one time Langdon tried to kiss Robby he got so close only for Robby to turn his head at the last second, getting up with an excuse of needing to clean the kitchen. That was all the answer Frank needed.

So he decided to branch out. Try some other people for a change. And that was how he ended up getting dragged off a man in a bar by a pissed off Robby.

Langdon was expecting a fight. Robby held him by the wrist the entire way down the street to Robby’s house. By the time they got there Frank knew what he wanted to say. “Robby what the fuck-“

He didn’t get any further than that. The front door hadn’t even shut yet when his back hit the wall and there were lips on his own, completely killing the fight he had in him because holy shit it felt good. Better than he imagined actually.

His fingers found their way to Robby’s hair and he tugged him closer, kissing back desperately. By the time they parted he was panting.

I don’t think I’ll be normal about this new the pitt (robbylangdon) content for the next few months.

The way Frank is not a kid to Robby because Langdon is so much more to Robby. Because it's not parental in any way. "You two were very close."

Frank is "the son" Dana never wanted, but got anyway. And she loves him.

Frank is someone "Robby felt intimate with" and "felt betrayed by" because they were that close. Because of how much Frank meant to him and still means to him (and that's why it hurts that much). Frank used to hang out at Robby's house, but because he's no longer allowed to do so (and because he's heard that Whitaker was asked to house-sit and not him, and it HURTS him), I don't think he realizes how much he and their relationship with Robby still means to Robby. Because if it didn't, it wouldn't be so deep for both of them, but especially for Robby, especially when it comes to his hurt.

Cw: Religious guilt and infidelity

Frank had to stay over at Robby's because transportation to their own houses was forbidden during covid. It's alright, him and Abby were in a tough spot at the moment. Maybe a bit of distance would do them good as newlyweds. Plus, he already really liked Dr. Robby. He looked at him big and bright. Firm hands on his shoulder, back, always offering him praise. So Frank didn't mind staying over at Robby's, it was another opportunity to prove himself even more to the older man.

It was awkward at first, the two tip toeing around each other the first couple of weeks. But it wasn't long before they were watching old game clips or going through Robby's massive streaming library, laughing over drinks and food. Frank liked to order out, but one day he decided to make breakfast instead getting something from the cafeteria. Of course, he made Robby some too. And he liked it, really liked it.

"You cook often, kid?" Robby asked, practially moaning inbetween a bite of egg.

"Uh, when I was younger, I cooked a lot." He admits, watching the older man scarf the food down. "Not so much now. Abby's more of a cook than men."

"Shit- if you cook this good, I'd love to taste her stuff." He scoffs.

His face burns a bit at the praise, "...I can keep cooking, I-if you like. I've gotten compliments on my homemade pizza."

"If you're offering." The attending gets up to put his plate in the sink, smiling at the brunette as he pats his back.

So he kept cooking, recipes from home, new recipes that were going on online, Robby even shared some of his Bubba's recipes. It felt nice, domestic. Frank wondered if he should be sharing these moments with Abby. He felt guilty that he liked sharing them with Robby.

6 months is a long time to spend with someone, especially someone like Dr. Michael Robinvatich. He was amazing but he wasn't perfect, he shattered more easily than Frank thought. There were lots of moments where he just dropped off food in front of Robby's door, the older man to drained and sad to interact with anyone. Frank considered himself lucky when Robby did share those broken moment's with him, rubbing his back as the man silently cried on the couch next to him. He also learned that Robby is a touchy man. He already somewhat knew that but it felt turned up to ten at home. The older man's hands always found a way to him, patting his lower back on the couch or rubbing the scruff his neck when Frank was looking down into a bowl. Frank also learned that he liked it. Sometimes, he would even spread his legs a bit when he felt the older man's leg rub against his in the dinner table.

"Are you gay?" Frank asked him one day, about 4 months in to this arrangement. He muttered out over an old horse racing clip they were watching on the couch

"...I'm not picky." Robby shrugged, sipping his beer. "Bisexual. You?"

"I thought I was straight. I'm rethinking things." He looked over to him, blushing once they met eyes. He suddenly felt a warm hand on his thigh, breath hitching as his rough thumb rubbed circles in his thigh. "I'm married."

"She wouldn't know. That being said, you're not that subtle, Frank. It just be us blowing off steam." He assured him. He pulled away his hand slowly. "Of course, I won't pressure you into anything-"

Frank grabbed his hand. Robby scooted closer. Guilt bore a hole into his stomach as he kissed him, it grew stronger as he melted into it. He's never kissed a man before, he never knew it felt as good as kissing a woman. Robby's lips were softer than expected. Frank panicked a little when he felt the older man's tongue press against his lips, but he let it in gently. It wasn't long before they were both moaning into kiss, the brunette's hands traveling up Robby's body while the older man's hands traveled to his belt. Fuck, when did he get hard? Fuck, why does his hands feel so good?

"R-robby." He breathes out against his lips, hips bucking his bare cock into the attending's working hands.

"Wanted to touch you for so long, such a pretty thing." He cooed, pressing a kiss against his neck.

"Fuck, sir." Frank moans out, titling his neck up more. He should care about Robby leaving marks, but Abby wouldn't know. Fuck, Abby he shouldn't do this. But god it feels so good. "A-am I pretty?"

"Gorgeous, baby." Robby whispers into his ear, making the brunette whine. His hips bucked faster into his hands, the older man making him shake with pleasure. "Shouldn't have waited, should've touched as soon as you got into my house."

"R-robby, robby- I'm-" He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence before he came with a devastating moan. He blew his load so quickly, was he a teenager? He felt like a teenager again. At Sunday service, hearing all about how he should marry a woman. God, what would his parents think? Him sharing a house with a man, 15 years his senior? Abby already thought it was weird. And she was right, he just gave Frank a hand job. The newlywed Frank Langdon received a handjob from his 51 year old boss, who was a man.

"Kid? Kid, you okay? You look like someone died."

"... I need to get some sleep." His voice tried not to break as tears welled up in his eyes. He left the man sitting there, cum cooling on his shirt and dumbfounded. The door closed around the guest room with a thud, and the waterworks immediately started.

What was wrong with him?

He was going to hell.

He was married. Married to a woman he loved.

This has to be the last time.

It wasn't the last time.

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okay under cut contains: blood and violence, self-harm, vomiting, gender swap, and some unfinished artworks that i've never posted and will never finish.