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Sure, there were periods where they weren't doing it.

Jack's deployment for one. His marriage for another, he had loved his wife dearly and never would have been disloyal to her.

But when she had passed he had been broken. And while staying in Robby's apartment in the aftermath, it hadn't taken the two of them more than 3 weeks before they were distracting each other from the grief with entirely un-PG spooning sessions.

They even managed to restrain themselves when Robby had his various (and notorious) 7 week flings. The pair of them simply slotting back into best friend mode.

Well, best friends who didn't fuck.

But every time, without fail, Robby would find himself at Jack's door the day after ending things with his latest paramour. Desperately needing that mystery ingredient that only Jack's touch could give him.

So yes, they fucked.

But there were certain unwritten rules there too.

They never kissed. Only getting remotely close when they'd nip and mouth at different areas on each other. And even so, that was only on the occasions one of them needed a jolt of pain from the other to get them out of their head.

They never fucked facing each other either. Which is, weird, all things considered. Practically every other position had been at least tried after so many years. But any time either of them ended up flat on their back in a bed or pressed back against a wall, they would just automatically flip themselves over or turn themselves around. 

It didn’t even matter which one took up which role. They knew each other well enough by now to understand exactly what kind of stress relief the other needed. Both Jack and Robby equally happy to take on the in control dominant or the pliant submissive depending on the day. Just so long as they were being simply a useful tool for their friend.

That was until Pittfest.

Clearly, that day had been anything but normal. For every reason under the sun. 

Though when the night rolled in, and they stood together in the cool air outside the hospital, a synchronised sigh of relief was breathed. They could both fall into that warm familiar pattern like so many times before.

"Yours or mine?" Casually asked Jack,

"Mine?" suggested Robby unsurely, clearly not fussed by the outcome, following his friend without instruction to the car park. "I've got shift again in the morning."

The possibility of them not needing each other right now wasn't even crossing either of their minds.

"Sure. I'll drop you back here tomorrow though. Leg is killing me tonight." Aka, please Robby, I can’t handle being on the back of your two wheeled death machine tonight.

It wouldn't have been unheard of for Abbot to climb on the back of Robby's bike after a shift. But with the way they'd been ran off their feet (or, foot) all day, it hardly seemed the wise choice right now. Getting into Jack's ruggedly manly, but equally spotless, 4x4 was much more logical.

There was barely any words exchanged on the drive back to Robby's place. Some generic 80s rock filled the car, courtesy of whatever CD Jack had left in the player. Neither doctor was really listening to it. But neither of them moved to change it either. Better to have this on than a radio station that might start talking about the dramatic events of the day.

Clearly words weren't on the agenda when they got into the apartment either. No sooner had Jack crossed the threshold of the front door, and Robby was tugging at the other's scrubs like he had a vendetta against them. Going as far as impatiently grabbing Jack's wrists to press his friend's hands to his own torso. Grunting and whining with the desperation of a dog needing to be let outside.

"Ok ok I got you I got you" Jack said. Kicking the door behind them shut, dropping the keys with a clatter, and immediately gripping and groping exactly where Robby had guided his hands to. At Robby’s continued needy whines, Jack took the initiative to shuck his friends emotional support hoodie off his broad shoulders. The sounds changed pitch slightly, still desperate, but slightly happier at the removal of a layer from between them.

Encouraged and wasting no time, Jack was soon throwing off his own top, then blindly finding the hem of Robby's to tug his off too. Robby took this invitation to get closer than ever, pressing their bare chests together, his face in Jack's neck, fingers pressing red lines into the pale skin of his back. 

Jack eagerly reciprocated the spitfire energy. Huddling Robby into a wall and nearly pushing a bike helmet off the nearby side table in the process. The taller man groaned in relief at the grounding pressure of Jack caging him in. 

Meanwhile Jack was busy shoving his hands around the man and down past Robby's waistband. Gripping the soft flesh of his ass. Gruffly pulling both their hips together for some much needed friction against their still clothed cocks.

Robby practically growled as he shunted Jack backwards, spinning him around and pinning the soldier face first into the opposite wall. A strong bicep from Robby across his back meant Jack's cheek was pressed firmly against the grey textured wallpaper. Unable to do anything but whine as Robby began to buck against his ass like some kind of animal in heat.

Back and forth they performed this dance around the entrance hall, each taking their chance to be in control with excitable passion before the other would claw it back from them again.

Somehow their pushing and pulling brought them down the short hallway to Robby's bedroom. A fairly bland looking room, barely decorated. The walls and bedsheets the lightest and darkest shades of blue respectively. The furniture dark wooded and Scandinavian in design. Hardly a fitting destination for the fiery exchange happening now.

Once the duo could keep their hands from each other for more than a second, both of them took to kicking their shoes and remaining clothes across the carpet hurriedly. 

After a few exasperated huffs, Jack bounced down with a huff on the edge of the bed. Frustratedly tugging on the tangled mess of scrub trouser leg and boxers from where they'd become wrapped around his prosthesis. 

But before the veteran could get to work removing his leg, Robby was dropping to his knees before him. Skillfully timing the clicking open of the suction valve, and pulling of the prosthetic free from Jack's stump; So the leg was comfortably off in one seamless movement.

Then, as if his competancy couldn't be any more attractive, Robby was smoothly gliding the sock off of the nub, with all the practiced precision of an experienced casanova flicking off a ladies bra without even thinking.

"Fuck man" Jack whined appreciatively as Robby wordlessly smoothed his hand over the area. Not fully massaging it. But enough to work away some of the pressure soreness built up from such a long shift. 

The words clearly pulled Robby from whatever meticulous caring process his brain was going through on autopilot, and the pair locked eyes for a moment. Arousal radiating off them both like horny teenagers, despite their advanced ages.

Jack couldn't resist curling a hand around the back of his friend's neck and reeling him closer. It was unusual for the shorter man to be looking down at him, breathing in the same air as their forehead's came together with a stare so hot it could melt steel. The connection making Robby tremble. He grabbed blindly at Jack's thighs like a lifeline in the emotional storm.

"Jack- need it Ah! Need- need it" the words came out in spurts.

Their combined desperation had Jack grabbing him by the shoulders and hauling Robby onto the bed; the latter going willingly and landing on his back with a thump. Despite that docile willingness, Abbot arched over him and pushed those same shoulders down into the mattress with a determined force to pin Robby there. Keen to keep him, exactly, where he wanted.

With one sweeping movement, Jack threw his leg over him, the pair's bare crotches nudging together in the movement. Jack wasn't even properly setting his weight down there yet. But just the passing stroke of that gorgeous toned ass over his cock made Robby squint his eyes shut and mewl.

Had it been any other day, Dr Robinavitch would have rolled over onto his front and let Dr Abbot fuck the thoughts out of his busy brain, in the disconnected, transactional way they always had.

Today though, his instincts told him otherwise. 

Meeting Jack's eyes (just as hungry as his own) he thrust his hips up. His length sliding up and pressing alongside his friend's hotly. Choked out moans spilled from both of them. Low and throaty but staccato.

Robby couldn't resist digging his fingers in to Jack's strong bracketing thighs and pulling his hips down flush to his own.

Jack couldn't resist mirroring Robby's grinding. Tilting his hips down to rut through the thick brown bush and along Robby's meaty circumsized cock. 

They were both done with resisting.

"Fuuuuck!" Robby gritted, his whole back arching up involuntarily (in a way that would definitely leave him aching tomorrow) and throwing his head back dramatically with a moan (that could be cut straight from any premium porn movie.)

To Jack the sight was practically angelic.

"God Mikey" praised Jack reverently. 

Tenderly, he smoothed his hands across Robby’s wide shoulders. Thumbs massaging in small comforting circles. No longer grabbing and pinning his friend to the bed. Now focused on savouring and doting on this treasure of a man.

And lord help him, Jack could hardly cope when Robby whimpered at the use of his nickname. It was so rarely used. Never in sex for sure. And it had never come out so damn lovingly in all the time they'd known each other. 

War worn hands came to trace and cradle Robby's jaw. Softly tracing the lips. Finding where that angelic cry had come from with the pad of his thumb.

All of a sudden the duo, still grinding against each other magnetically, felt oceans apart. Jack only needed to give a tiny upwards tug on Robby's jaw, and his friend was rocketing up to a sitting position. Their faces stopping only millimetres apart from each other.

Up close like never before. Neither could stop themselves from taking in every beautiful detail of each other. They weren't fresh faced medical students anymore, but the crows feet and greying hairs they both wore were signs of a life well lived. Of all the days together that led them here.

Their rocking motions became more slow and sensual as their adoration and welling eyes threatened to pour free.

"Jacky, nnnn fuck"

"Yess... Mikey- holy shhh that- tha feels-“

"I know I know fuck- god man it's so good. FUCK you're so good so right aH-" he gasped as Jack clenched his thighs around him.

"Nnnn yes you too ohhhh Mikey so good-" their foreheads coming together "-always so FUCK! perfect!!"

"Yeah? Yeah, just for you Jack-"

An unusually possessive growl shook itself loose from Jack "Fuuuck yes just for me?"

"Yes yes yes- nnn nnnnn all yours!”

"Mmmm yess mine mine- my Mikey-“ Jack’s head tipped back in a gasp of pure ecstasy “nnn- my Misha! God FUCK! I'm yours too y- you know"

Robby was overcome with a single joyous sob. Making his voice coarse and raw "Fuuck Jack. Ca-cant just say things like that"

"Bu’ it's true Mikey," Jack angled his face about, desperately trying to get eye contact which Robby was constantly flitting away from, "tell me you know that Mikey."

Robby's head shook faintly as he tried to squeeze the tears back into his eyes.

"Hey hey Misha Misha shh shh shhh" he cooed as he smoothed his hands down the short hairs on the back of Robby’s head. "Shh shh 'm here and I'm yours you hear me? Gon' tell you over and over til you believe me." 

Robby cast his big brown eyes onto him then. Looking up at Jack with a face full of a heart-breaking combination of love and fear. Like Robby was taking in every tiny detail in case this was all some kind of blissful dream. Jack couldn't stand to see those worry lines doubt a single thing for a minute more.

Trying to exhibit as much confidence as he could (despite he himself losing his mind) Jack captured Robby's lips in a firm kiss. 

The seconds until he felt Robby get over his shock and begin to kiss back felt like an eternity. But much like their frotting, once they got a taste, they just couldn't stop.

Their lips met openly over and over. Robby's hands released their death grip on Jack's hips to indecisively clutch at both that curly grey hair and those strong back muscles. There was barely an inch of them not touching now. The clinging closeness helping them grind and buck their cocks against each other. Every synapse in them was alive with passion. Bubbling excitement. Decades of tension rapidly overflowing.

Those decades seemed to vengefully catch up to them now though. Because it wasn't long until all the excitement had them both hurtling already towards an unexpectedly early finish.

"Robby- fuck I'm- nearly- shit fuck!" panted Jack between open mouthed kisses.

"Nnnghh fuck me t-too"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. D-do you need- Can I do anything?"

"No Robby no you're perfect- just like that- Misha- Oh FUCK"

"JACK!"

They groaned loudly and spilled within a hairs breath of each other. Their loads coating their stomachs in energetic splashes; then continuing to dribble out as they recovered. Holding themselves close together as they ground out the aftershocks of pleasure. 

Neither of them seemed to really notice the mess for a while. Far too busy exchanging lazy sensual kisses with dopey smiles on their faces. Absolutely buzzing with endorphins.

Soon though the cold bedroom air and drying stripes of cum on them became too uncomfortable to ignore though, even with all the snogging to distract them.

"Mmmnnn Robby?" Jack murmured before having his lips chased down and captured again.

Robby simply hummed against his mouth in response.

"Should- mmph... Should get a towel, clean up.”

Jack moved to swing his leg and climb off. But his effort was in vain. Robby groaning petulantly and yanking his hips back down again. Jack chuckled as he was seized back into more not-unwelcome kisses.

Their minds drifted again as the kisses returned. Robby looping his arms around the back of Jack's neck. Resting a hand affectionately on the top of his silvery curls. His big hand petting through them like he would stroke a big fluffy dog. The touch absolutely had Jack keening into him like one. 

"Nnnn come on seriously Robby, m’ fucking thighs are killing man"

Robby ducked into Jack's neck and grumbled petulantly, but finally relinquished his hold. Letting Jack swing a leg off of him and sit next to him on the bed.

Ah, Jack thought, we're at Robby's place, no crutches to hand. With a strained noise he leaned over to try and grab his prosthesis off the floor. But Robby grabbed his wrist to stop him. Throwing his friend's arm back and standing up in one fluid motion.

"Don't even think about it" the tall man groaned as he stretched out his back briefly. He walked to the ensuite, wetting a flannel in warm water, wiping himself, cleaning the material under the tap again and walking back to the bed.

"Thanks man," said Jack, arm outstretched for the cloth expectantly.

"It's ok, I'll do it"

Jack paused. This definitely wasn't what they usually did. "You don't have to you know"

"I know" said Robby quietly, almost nervously. Jack couldn't help but be fascinated by the unusual expression.

It wasn't until Robby raised his eyebrows at him expectantly that he realised his friend was expecting a response.

"Oh! Yeah yeah sure, of course" words stumbled out of him while he gestured to the mess on his stomach. Guess Robby wasn’t the only nervous one.

Robby shyly perched himself down next to him, taking his time to wipe away all the white drips and stains. Thoroughly leaning over to make sure he hadn't missed a spot from his original vantage point. The movement bringing their faces close enough that their breaths fanned out on each other. 

Jack wondered if it was medically possible for Robby to hear the way his heart was pounding in his chest.

Which seemed ridiculous, logically. Robby was just wiping up a mess. Nothing inherently romantic about that. Besides, they'd just had sex, and not for the first time either. 

But he couldn't deny feeling all aflutter, watching Robby's eyes focus on cleaning him up. Acting with an almost clinical level of tenderness. Jack didn't care to stop himself from softly pecking the bearded cheek as it passed him by. Keeping his face close even as he pulled away.

Robby froze slightly at that. The soiled wash cloth bunched up tensely in his fist. 

"Jack" Robby whispered as he tried to take a few deep breaths.

"Yeah?" Jack whispered back

"... I'm scared"

"... Me too"

After a second or two, the flannel dropped to the floor with a soft thump so Robby could take Jack's hand in his own. Even in the hold the slightly damp palm was trembling slightly. 

You didn’t need to know Robby well ti realise how uncomfortable he was with any kind of emotional connection. But this was on another level. Forget having his walls down. Robby was stood in an open battlefield while arrows rained down on him. Perhaps Jack could offer him a shield.

"Misha?" Asked Jack softly "Wanna get in the bed?... Really wanna hold you. Is that ok?"

Robby looked at him with a fragile hopefulness and nodded eagerly.

They peeled back Robby's dark navy duvet, scooting to lay down on the comfy sheets before throwing it back over themselves.

Jack had poked fun at his friend for years about his bed setup. In choosing to use a ridiculously thin summer duvet all year around. He himself preferring to get tucked in after a night shift under one so thick it almost swallowed him whole.

But he wasn't complaining now. He was plenty warm enough. Happy in being able to practically koala hug this hot water bottle of a man. 

Seemingly, Robby was just as content. Happy to be laid out on his back with Jack's head resting on his chest with one leg hooked over one of his own. He seemed to soothe his worries away the more he drew repetitive swirls onto Jack's hip. Taking deep slow breaths and undoubtedly getting big huffs od Jack’s decidedly 'manly' smelling shampoo.

"-is is nice" dreamily mumbled Jack after a while.

"Hmm" agreed Robby, eyes closed and a dopey smile plastered across his face.

Another tired pause. "...Remind me why we never did this?" Jack asked.

"Hmmm" pondered Robby. "emotional constipation?"

Jack snorted "yeah that sounds 'bout right"

Yet another long sleepy silence.

"Jack?" Mumbled Robby

"Yeah?"

"Think I'm in love with you."

Well that was one way to wake him up. Jack pushed himself up, folding his arm on Robby's chest to act as a chin rest, trying to face him better.

"You think?" His eyebrow arched dramatically.

"-w-well yeah I-I mean I'm-" Robby had gone a lovely tomato shade of red

"Because I'm certain I've been carrying a torch for you since our first week of med school"

The tomato was now gaping like a goldfish.

"Wha-?! I- you-?” Robby spluttered for a good while before he could form a coherent thought. 

“B-but, Kelly? Jack! You were married!"

Jack shrugged in that nonchalant way he does when talking about something massive like it was no big deal.

"I only lost a leg Robby. I can carry two torches."

"Jack. Be serious!" 

"I am! I loved Kelly, from the second I saw her at that 3rd year mixer. I never would have done anything to betray her. But that didn't mean all those feelings for you went away, then or since, you know?"

Robby didn't look entirely convinced.

"Besides," Jack continued, "as far as I knew, you were straight!"

Robby shot him an incredulous look. "Jack. I'd had your cock in my mouth like 100 times by the time you met Kelly."

"Uh huhhh," affirmed Jack sarcastically "and whennn in those 100 times did youuu" he punctuated with a finger to Robby's chest repeatedly "ever hint at anything vaguely emotional?"

"W-well yeah! But you didn't either!"

"I guess we're both idiots then!!"

"I guess we are!!!"

The pair paused for a beat and then heartily chuckled at the ridiculous argument. Regaining their composure slowly and finding themselves looking softly into each other's eyes. Jack pushed himself up to peck Robby's lips, once, twice, then for a longer third one, before settling his head back on the other man's chest.

"We're here now," said Jack blissfully, "that's what matters"

Robby kissed the top of Jack's head and hummed in agreement. Then he paused, and probed tentatively "... Just to be clear, where is that, exactly?"

Jack's eyebrow flicked up at him again.

"Like I know you said you... you know- and shit," Robby rolled his head around like he was perfectly visualising his point. He was not.

Jack pushed himself up again. Emotionally allergic or not, Robby needed to hear this face to face.

"Love, Robby." Jack watched as his bedmate still went puddle-like at the word. "I. Love. You... alright? So kindly get it into that big beardy head of yours that I'm not going anywhere. You got that brother?"

Weak sniffles came out of Robby "we might need to workshop a new nickname." He deflected.

"Oh really? So you want me calling you baby in the middle of the pitt?" Asked Jack sarcastically

Robby's tomato complexion had returned.

Jack's eyebrows could not get any closer to his hairline.

"...Baby?" He tested again. And that was all it took for Robby to start welling up again... It had been a hard day, alright?

Jack gently pet along Robby's shoulder until he composed himself enough to talk. "I want people to know, ok? I want to be able to give you a peck on the lips at handover. I want to leave you little notes with your sandwiches on kitschy pink post its. I want to hold your hand while we walk through those ridiculous medical conferences Gloria makes us go to, so no more 'friendly' department heads will come over and twirl their hair at you."

"That was one time-"

Robby silenced him by holding his jaw and tilting his head in close. "I want to show the world that I get to be lucky enough to have you... well, because I love you Jack."

This kiss was far and away the best one yet. Both feeling like they were soaring like eagles through a warm sunny sky. Their previous kisses had been emotive for sure. But none compared to how they came together over and over like they were reuniting after years away at war.

And as their lips came together again and again increasingly quickly, they began to get their second wind. Their tongues dancing together with increasing passion. But it wasn’t until Jack moved up until his head was level with Robby’s on his pillow, realigning the rest of their bodies in the process, that how affected they had become was achingly apparent.

“Fuuuck, what are we teenagers?” dryly chuckled Robby as their hard awoken cocks glided against each other again.

“I know,” panted Jack breathlessly “haven’t got it up again this quick in yeaaars”

They gasped in sync into each other’s open mouths as Robby’s hips involuntarily rutted up against Jack.

“You wanna cum like this again baby?” Jack tempted challengingly next to Robby’s ear. “There’s plenty of other things available to us now you know.”

“W-well what else did you have in mind?”

“Hmmm... Well it’s a long list. But honestly Michael? I’ve been dying to take you apart with my tongue for years...”

“But- you’ve sucked me off before... recently even” puzzled Robby; trying and failing to not to get distracted by thoughts of Jack dragging him to the hospital toilets desperately just last month.

They had been in some ridiculous meeting with the new member of the hospital board. The smug prick was deludedly convinced he could sweet-talk the ER attendings to agree to a wage drop for the residents that were in their first year of employment with the hospital. Actually having the nerve to chuckle along as he was saying it. Like he was sure they’d just roll over and go along with it. Safe to say, Robby had tore him so many new orifices that he now resembled a sponge.

No sooner were they locked in the stall and Jack had sank to his knees with a thud (which he knew for a fact was not an easy task for the vet) and was blowing Robby with so much enthusiasm anyone would think he was being paid to.

“Your cock, yes,” said Jack, pulling Robby back to the present. “But I’d like to try eating you out.”

Robby blinked at him blankly

“... If that’s alright?” queried Jack as he watched his friend’s mind blue screen.

“if- if that’s alright?” dramatically parroted Robby

“Well I don’t know do I? Not everyone is into it!”

“How the hell would I even know- Jack. You’re the only guy I’ve been with.”

“So?’

Robby let out a string of noises that didn’t really resemble a sentence. He really didn’t want to think about any of the women he’d been with’s mouths anywhere near his ass right now.

Jack made sure to speak with a steadying tone, he could always tell when Robby was starting to spiral. “Look, we don’t have to. I only meant that this is something we can do now that would have been off limits before.” He considered Robby’s concentrated pondering face. Clearly doing those complex mental gymnastics he tended to put himself through when he was trying not to make the ‘wrong’ decision. 

“Hey. Robby.” he summoned his friend back to the present. “Let’s just put a pin in that one for today, alright? We’ve got all the time in the world to try stuff.” Robby nodded dreamily at him. God, those big brown eyes are gonna be the death of me, thought Jack.

Jack guided Robby into a soft and comforting kiss, lots of open mouths and cradling hands on jaws. Starkly contrasting their cocks which were still decently hard against each other despite the pair’s little detour.

“Come on then,” prompted Jack, “is there anything you have always wanted to do with me?” He wiggled his eyebrows jokingly but saw a flicker of a recognition in Robbys expression.

“There is!”

“I don’t know what you mean” blushed Robby

“Oh don’t play dumb with me Robinavitch”

“It’s nothing... really”

“Oh it’s definitely veryyy kinky then”

“No! You perv- no! It’s just... It’s silly really..” Robby’s face looked like it was about to collapse from nervousness. In fact it was bordering on fear.

Jack brought their foreheads together. Making his friend hold his gaze. “Robby. I swear, whatever it is, I promise to not make fun of you.” The genuine sincerity in Jack’s voice clear for once, nothing like their usual teasing banter.

“Promise?” probed Robby 

“Promise.” Assured Jack.

“... Ok,” relented Robby, his eyes scanned around the bedroom before flitting back to Jack anxiously “...wait here a minute.”

Robby scooted out from the warmth of the duvet and awkwardly scuttled out of the bedroom door and down the hallway they’d entered from.

Bemused, and only slightly concerned that Robby had forgotten he was naked and was about to flash his neighbours, Jack sat up in the bed. Casually leaning on one arm for support.

After a minute or so of footsteps and shuffling, Jack’s bedmate reappeared in the doorway holding... his hoodie?

“... Baby, if you were getting cold you only had to say so” quipped Jack, when his brain failed to come up with anything more useful.

Robby came back and got into the bed, tucking his legs under the covers and twisting to face Jack. He didn’t say anything. Also, he was still clutching the dark blue bundle like a safety blanket. Jack supposed it was, in a way. Robby would wear either it or his green fleece near enough every day. Whether he was working or not.

With an almost sacred level of care, Robby unfolded the well worn hoodie and opened it out. Only then did he look up at Jack properly. The bearded man reached his arm over and draped the hoodie over Jack’s shoulders like a cape. Jack in turn stayed stock still while Robby carefully guided his arms into the sleeves. Then adjusted the positioning of the neckline.

Satisfied with his work, Robby nodded to and explained himself, his voice low and gravely. “I want you to wear this, while I fuck you.” 

He dipped his head in and mouthed at Jack’s collarbone, right where his skin brushed against the hoodie’s neckline. Taking a hearty sniff of their combined scents as he did.

“Want you to feel like me, to... to feel like mine”

If Jack was in possession of a cunt, he would be absolutely dripping right now.

Instead, he let out a dreamy “Oh Misha~” and pulled the adorable man in question to him. Laying himself down as he did, he was able to pull Robby along too, so the taller man was bracketing over him with fierce possessiveness. 

Robby dove in with unparalleled hunger. Mouthing and lightly nipping at any patch of skin he could reach. Alternating which arm he was leaning on so that the other could grab at Jack’s body through the fabric. All the while Jack lay helpless, unable to do anything but moan and rut up feebly into where Robby was sat over his crotch. Irritatingly, Robby was too locked into the buzz of claiming Jack to give him any kind of friction.

“Mmm Robby.. fff- Misha please. Need you inside me”

Apparently that was the right thing to say, because Robby’s moan rumbled through Jack’s chest like any earthquake.

“Yeah? You want that baby?” Jack teased, “Gonna slick me up and claim me, aren’t you?”

Robby mewled like a desperate puppy, blindly shooting his hand out to fish a bottle of lube from the bedside table. Hastily popping the cap and squirting what was definitely too much onto his fingers.

“Ok, that’s plenty Robby. Be a good boy and open mEEE-“ Jack broke off as Robby pushed his cool slick finger straight inside, and was bending a second one to nudge at his rim deliciously. That startled yelp from Jack had Robby humming the equivalent of a “you ok?” as he teethed at the toned surface of Jack’s peck.

“I’m good, I’m good,” panted Jack, “God Robbyyy” he whined off again as Robby immediately began prodding his prostate. Sleeping with a doctor definitely had the advantage of them actually being able to find it. But good lord, Robby had never gone straight for it quite so fast. It was like he was trying to prove to Jack that he could pleasure him the way no one else ever would.

If this had been Jack’s first ‘rodeo’ of the night, then it would have been way too much too quickly. But luckily that previous orgasm was helping him last a bit longer. Definitely needed, as Robby added more fingers. Flexing and scissoring them open with just enough intensity to speed up the process but also not drive Jack utterly insane.

Having fucked enough in the past to know exactly how much prep Jack needed, Robby didn’t even need to ask him if he was ready for more. He just knew.

Jack chewed his lip and thirstily groaned as Robby’s fingers pulled out. Surprisingly, he actually took a second to take in the sight his friend. Laid out and spread open, just for him, in his bed, in his hoodie.

“Come onnn man, you can look at me all you want later.” Jack said while tipping his head back with need. “Just get inside me for fucks sake”.

He nosed wordlessly at Jack’s jaw to tilt his head back down. Revelling in their eye contact even as he slowly pushed himself inside. Each of them choking out weak gasps and grunts as Robby sunk all the way inside in one seamless push.

“Fuck- Robby”

“Nnngh fuck, gimme a second”

“It’s ok, you’re ok, take your time” breathlessly cooed Jack

Robby rested their forehead’s together “Fuuuuck. ‘ove you so fucking much.Holy shit, Jack!”

Jack could feel his insides coil everytime Robby said those magic words. He raked his hands down the man’s back encouragingly “Mmmmisha- move- please, love, need you so bad.”

And he did, steadily pulling back before sliding in much the same as before. This time not stopping though, reeling back to do it again, and again, and again. Never once dropping Jack’s gaze. Making sure his eyes were on him as every thrust landed.

Slowly they gained speed. The pulls and pushes becoming a persistent rolling wave. Robby delighted in watching Jack whine with that pleasure.

But the temptation to take Jack past the breaker waves and into the deep swell was just too tempting. 

“You still do that yoga right?” asked Robby between heavy breaths

“Yeah?” panted Jack in reply

With no more warning than a cheeky smirk, Robby scooped up each of Jack’s thighs. Keeping them on either side of himself, and holding them in place with the crook of each of his elbows. 

Still arching over the top of him, Robby got a birds eye view as Jack (now pinned back in a mating press) came apart one spear of his prostate at a time.

“SHIT!! ROB-“ Jack wailed, his fingers clawing red dents into Robby’s back. Turned wild at being taken apart like never before. Robby hammered into that same spot rapidly. Racing closer to his own end.

“Shiiit. Jack, ‘m close”

“Y-yeah? Gon’ cum-m in-n m-me b-aby?” his voice shook with every fast pound of Robby’s cock.

Robby could only whine back.

“nnnnn- ’m there too-o, let go oh FUCK!”

They both came in nearly the same instant. The first quiver of Jack’s ass as he came the second time that night sending Robby tumbling over his own edge. The big bearded man’s muscles locked for a second before practically keeling over onto his partner below.

Both of them struggled to regain their normal breathing for a good thirty seconds. Jack was so lost in bliss he wasn’t even aware of the burning sensation in his overstretched thighs. Luckily, Robby had the brainpower to steadily lower them back to the bed and to reach over the edge of the mattress and pick the discarded wash cloth up off the floor.

Jack’s soul re-entered his body just as Robby finished cleaning them both off and discarding the now soiled hoodie.

“Holy shit.” Jack announced as Robby lay down beside him. “We could have been doing that this whole time?”

“I knowww. We’re both idiots.” replied Robby. They lay facing each other. Limbs overlapping chaotically. Eyelids thick with lead, and drooping down with every passing second. 

“Mmm,” agreed Jack sleepily “but you’re my idiot.”

Neither was aware of whether Robby replied out loud or not. As the deep exhaustion of the momentous day pulled them under shortly after.

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Thank you so much for reading! And an extra special thank you for @nasty-pink for proof reading it for me!

To further his disappointment, about five months into their relationship, Robby admitted to rarely feeling fulfilled in his past relationships. Besides Janey, he said how most of the time it was to fill his time so he wouldn’t be alone.

When Jack had asked him why he was so scared of being alone, Robby shared two facts about his life. One being his mother leaving him when he was younger. The second being the first man he ever dated, and, from what Robby shared, Sean was a mean man.

Never outwardly violent. Robby had to clarify that as soon as he saw Jacks jaw tighten and his brows furrow. He wasn’t violent, ever. But, he got cruel. He’d spew words and statements that Robby shouldn’t have ever been in the vicinity of.

During that conversation, Robby claimed to be mostly over it. which, honestly, Jack believed. It was obvious that short yet messy relationship took its toll on Robby, but it was also obvious that he was moving on, has been moving on.

“It doesn’t hurt that I’m with you now, either,” he remembers Robby saying as he looked at Jack with the exact look Jack only ever reserved for him. A softness in his brown eyes that made Jack melt at the sight of them.

Jack had laughed, a soft laugh he reserved for Robby because he knew how much the other man loved the way his eyes crinkled, or how his teeth showed, or how he would tip his head back slightly.

That was that. A part of Robby’s past that clears up certain qualities of him. They moved on. They didn’t ignore it, but they moved on with a bit of a heavier weight upon their relationship. A newfound trust due to quiet confessions in the moonlight of the living room.

Jack never forgot it. He never forgets what Robby says. Unless he is looking at his mouth, or his hands, or his eyes, or….

“Jack, are you listening to me?” Robby asks with a playful smile.

With a small hum, Jack lifts his eyes from where they were planted on Robby’s hand which is holding a small glass with a silky, amber liquid.

Right.

They were on a small date night at their favorite bar, trying to disconnect from their busy lives and just be together, in the moment. Yet, Jack got stuck in memory lane as he watched Robby’s hands move around. He could practically feel the ghost of Robby’s hand on his back, or his hair, or his hip. All places they were a mere forty minutes ago, even after Jacks many protests of their need to get out and do something as a couple, not coworkers, a couple.

“Oh, yeah?” Robby counters, obviously trying to hold back a small giggle. “What was I talking about then?”

“Yeah, you know what, brother-“ Jack starts, trying to get some small banter going which he always loves doing with Robby. But, he is interrupted by another man walking over to their stools by the bar. Before he can turn around to see whose footsteps those belong too, he sees a flash of uncertainty and dread flash over Robby’s face which he quickly hides with a weak smile.

“Michael!” The man behinds them bellows. Jack whips his head around to see who it is, but it isn’t a face he’s ever seen.

“Sean!” Robby says back, trying to match Sean’s cheeriness as he glances at Jack to share a help me look. His smile is tight and his eyes are wider than any smile should make them be.

“Ha! God, how long has it been?” Sean says with a toothy smile that churns Jack stomach. Like shark teeth, he thinks. He isn’t looking at Robby like he hung the moon and the stars, and for some reason, that makes Jack more annoyed if he did. Instead, he looks at him with a a glint in his eye that Jack has learned to never trust in men like Sean. Big, tall, a fight most men would lose.

“Yeah… it’s been a bit, hasn’t it?” Robby replies as he ducks his head down. Normally, Jack would have to hide how cute he finds Robby’s bashfulness, but the red blush that washes over Robby’s face is missing. Now, it just seems that he is making himself smaller with the way his shoulders hike up.

“Who’s this?” Sean asks as he points a finger in Jacks direction. In Jacks mind, he has no idea how Robby is going to go about this. Keep their relationship a secret? Lie? Tell the truth?

“Oh, this is my boyfriend, Jack,” Robby replies, as he gives his first real smile since Sean came in. A smile only for Jack, no one else. “Jack… Sean.”

“Hi,” Jack says curtly, not wanting to waste his time on the man that can make Robby seem so small and scared. Not of fists, but of words, a weapon Robby has never been able to defend himself from successfully. Fists be can fight back, all 6’1 of him can, yet never words.

Sean doesn’t even give Jack the time of day. He opts for a quick chuckle that Jack doesn’t trust the humor behind and turns his head right back to Robby.

“Still going for men, huh?” He says, coldly, any humor now replaced by his own evil intent of hurting for fun. “Thought you’d be over that little phase of yours.”

“Yeah, well if I remember correctly, you had your own phase too,” Robby bites back. A way of nature he learned after Sean. Taking any comment and thinking it as an attack due to the harsh words he faced.

“Nah, you were just easy back then-“

“Alrighty!” Jack says, cutting off Sean with the slam of his whiskey class and he fakes his own cheeriness. “I’m just trying to have a nice night out Robby here, so if you could leave us be.”

Sean chuckles again, shaking his head as he bows it down. Again, Jack doesn’t find any humor in the sound, hating the way it grates itself out of the man’s throat. A violent sound, really. Jack doesn’t really think there is any thing gentle about this man.

“He needs another man to fight his battles now, does he?” Sean says, looking straight at Robby who is looking anywhere but the man’s eyes. “You were always like that huh? Had a baby face and everything too.”

Those words must have hit close to home because soon enough Robby, whose head is still angled towards the ground, does the smallest shake as he grips the bar table with his hand. What does Jack in is the tears he can see welling in Robby’s eyes.

How many times has this exact moment happened between the two? How many times has Robby denied and denied and denied, but nothing will ever fulfill the other man? How many tears shed?

With that, Jack whips out his wallet, slams a twenty down on the counter. He grabs Robby’s hand, and starts to quickly lead the two of them out of the bar, far away from Sean. Far away from a past Robby has already escaped.

“Leave him the fuck alone, you hear me?” Jack snarls, leaving before he hears a response.

In a previous life, Jack might have even threw a punch. Maybe in this life he would have too. God knows he wanted to. But the sight of Robby making himself so incredibly small in such a practice way, no fists are going to fix that. Nothing will change that man. Distance was the solution.

He hears a sound that comes from Sean that a offly loud. He doesn’t give it the time of day, all of his focus being on leading Robby out.

Soon enough, they are exiting the back door of the bar and entering the familiar sidewalk. It’s open, people can walk by and see them, but the time of day — almost midnight — and the somewhat secludedness of the certain neighborhood they are in is enough to make Jack feel safe enough to just stop for a moment.

Robby’s hand quickly retracts from Jacks. Jack opens his mouth to say something, anything, but it cut off before he can.

“I’m sorry, it wasn’t even that bad when we were together-“ Before Robby can finish, Jack is too taken by the far away look Robby’s eyes are sporting, the way his hands are slightly presented out in front of him, shaking. He shoots forward and wraps his arms around Robby’s neck, brings his hands up to run through his hair, and just holds on to him.

“Robby… it doesn’t have to be this tragic story for you to be uncomfortable or scared around him, okay?” All Jack hears is a hum as he feels Robby’s head slightly nod in his hands. It isn’t enough, though. Jack tilts Robby’s head back and holds eye contact. “Okay?” He repeats.

With watery eyes and a shaky breath, Robby takes a slow inhale, all while holding eye contact, and nods his head. “Okay.”

“Good.”

Neither of them say much in the next few moments, content to just stand there. They are still looking at each other, and Jacks hands are still in Robby’s hair. What a sight they must be, but, honestly, Jack couldn’t care less. If Robby needed another 30 minutes, and hour, two, he would stay here for every minute if it’s what Robby needed to take a breather. It isn’t until Robby’s slight shifting becomes more apparent that Jack realizes that it might be time to get out of here.

“How about we get out of here?” Jack says, relishing in the small nod he gets from Robby. “I know we have way better whiskey at your apartment. I mean, come on brother, I know this is our favorite bar, but god… we could do better.”

Robby laughed, a noise that was like church bells to Jack.