Gabi • 33 years old • fem • ace • french • in my GO 😇😈 and the Pitt fixation era • otherwise fond of horror, paranormal and frogs! Find me @wrbz on bluesky and @crazysmeg on insta.
Ugh I need snarky bottom jack in my life rn and poor top Robby who's trying to tame his brat and failing 😔 Jack's gonna make Robby throw his back out!
Jack's on his back and smirking up at Robby. Even with his hands cuffed above his head, he's so smug. "Is that all you got chief?" And ofc he's straining against the restraints and it's making all his muscles bulge.
Robbys practically drooling over him, open mouth panting the way he is. Ofc he's straining against the restraints and it's making all his muscles bulge. Robbys practically drooling over him, open mouth panting the way he is.
Rabbot time travel au // E (eventually) // Use of the F-slur // Jack is 50 Robby is 22 // nerdy little bubbe’s boy robby my beloved
(Changed it to 4 parts because I can never stop yapping can I lol you can see the reason at the end of this one, but also just a visual for the Robby Jack is dealing with)
(tw- F-slur in a derogatory homophobic way not a fun slutty way)
"Hey, open the fucking door."
Robby looks at him and mouths Patrick like Jack knows who the fuck that is. Robby's never mentioned a Patrick in all the time they've known each other.
"Uh- sorry guys. I'm-"
"Have you got someone in there?" Another voice, a mass of them then, from the shuffle of their shoes.
"No, but-"
"Then let us in." Patrick, this time.
He looks to Jack so he offers a guilty full-teeth grimace, oof, raising his shoulders and rolling his lips in a sorry kid, what can you do?
"I- I- cant." Is what he settles on. Yikes Robby. Jack grimaces.
"Probably sucking off some guy like a fag." It's mumbled, but the laughs that follows isn't, it ripples through the group like oil through water, sticking to Jack's throat when he tries to breath.
Or not breathe, more like, because it's like all the air is suddenly sucked from the room the way Robby freezes and straightens.
He turns to look at Jack and then quickly back, shoulders drawing up.
Oh.
…
Oh.
Jack at once feels all of his fifty years old, thinks he's about thirty years too late, and knows he has no right to be seeing this at all.
Robby- his Robby- wouldn't want him seeing this.
Because this isn't a Robby he knows. This one's got baby fat still hanging on under his jaw. His hair is floppy and unruly and longer than Jack's ever seen it. The shirt's buttoned all the way to the throat, top button and all, like Esther checked before he left the house and he didn't even think to undo it once he was out of sight. And more than that, it hangs off him. He hasn't grown into his own shoulders yet. His hands flex to his sides, fingers pressed flat against his own thighs.
His Robby is a fan of a wink, an eye roll, a subtle deflection and a flat little ha. He gives nothing away.
This Robby has learnt none of that. This Robby looks back at him stricken, eyes watering a little like someone who very much is a faggot, after all.
Oh Michael.
"Yeah Mikey? You bein' a little faggot?" Patrick adds, the cruelty sharpened.
"No! I don't, no." He looks briefly at Jack again like Jack can help him, like he wouldn't just be confirming it if he did, puppy-dog eyes wide and, christ, already a little wet. Jack shakes his head, deflect, laugh it off, make a joke, be so fucking gay you're straight Mikey. "I'm not-"
Theres a gentleness to this Robby, a sweet disposition that's still there in the version he knows but protected, guarded. There's no walls here though, nothing to protect him from their words.
It makes Jack's stomach ache.
"Listen to him! Fucking- n-n-no-" More laughter. "Keep the door closed. Don't wanna see that shit. When you're done being a fucking homo were going to Ben's house at Atwood. Lilly made us invite you even though I told her you wouldn't come. Fuckin' loser. Make sure you swallow Mike, no one likes a spitter."
Theres a thud at the door that makes Robby flinch. A chorus of laughter, slaps on the backs, good one's thrown between them like a baseball, and then- fucking mercifully- they finally fucking leave.
Robby's shoulders heave with the air he's trying to suck into his lungs.
After a few painful minutes, Jack coaxes softly, "Michael."
"They're not- normally they're-" He stops, shoulders rising to his ears. He shakes his head. Starts again. "I don't even know why I-"
When Jack blinks, he sees him painted on the back of his eyelids- goofy and easy, grinning while Esther's mahjong ladies caw at him over the clack of tiles, calling him bubbeleh, telling him to sit, eat, asking why is he so skinny, and Robby just laughing along, refilling someone's seltzer, letting himself get folded into their warmth.
"Michael."
"I shouldn't have said stuttered like that, that was so stupid, why did I say-"
"Hey." Jack keeps his voice level and steady, because the Robby coming apart at the seams. "Come sit down."
He doesn't move. "I'm not gay Jack. I'm not a- a- faggot."
"Okay. Come sit anyway. I can't fuckin' get up and-" He waves his hand. "-just come here. Please?"
Robby hesitates for a moment, but his compassion clearly gives out as he sheepishly comes over and goes to perch as far as he can to the other side of the bed. Jack grabs him before he can and drags him closer, wrapping his arms around him in a tight hug. Robby sniffs into his chest.
"M' not gay." He says again, muffled.
Carefully, Jack says, "you know, it's okay if you are."
Robby stills in his arms, and ever so slowly, Jack extradites him so he can tilt his chin up. Robby's eyes are ruddy, and glistening but he's not letting the tears fall. Brave.
"What?"
"If you are. It's okay."
"It's not." He sniffs, breath hitching a little. "It- I can't be- it's not right."
"Yeah? That sucks for me then I guess. Wish I'd have gotten that memo." Jack laughs at the way Robby's eyes widen, the quick up and down he gives Jack as he reassesses him. "It gets better kid. It's- I know its maybe a bit rough right now, but things do get better, you've gotta trust me on that."
"Is it-" Robby brings his finger to his mouth and bites at his nail. "What's it like? Where you're from? Not that I'm - I just want to know."
"Sure. Marriage is legal now and we have a lot of queer media everythings more visible, more rights, less homophobia, where we are things are pretty liberal, people don't really bat an eyelid. Things are good." Jack shrugs. "Don't get me wrong people are still cunts, you will get dickheads like Patrick but it's not like it is now."
"Oh." Robby swallows and picks at the bed of his nail where he's bitten a strip close to the cuticle. "In the future are we- is that why you've travelled back here? To me? Are we, um, together?" Robby blushes furiously as he forces it out of his sweet little mouth, and fuck Jack wishes he had any other answer to give him than the truth.
"Ah, no. No, we're just friends."
"Oh. But you're… gay?"
"Bisexual yeah, I like both."
"And you've dated…"
Jack huffs out a soft laugh, charmed despite himself. "Men? Yeah, I've dated men Robby."
"Do I know that? In the future?"
"Uh-huh, yeah."
Robby's brows furrow, shaking his head seemingly at himself. "Well, obviously, because if you're telling me now I'll know it when I meet you out there-" then louder, "when do I meet you?"
Jack hums, "lets see, it was… yeah about 2015."
"That's so far away… And you know that I'm- that I like- that I'm-" Robby groans and shoves his face into his hands, whining almost like a pup. "I can't even say it." He says into his palms.
And Jack feels, more now than any time since he woke up here, the desperate and delicate spool of thread that is time. It winds around his body, around Michael's, around them now and in the future, and if he messes up in this moment he thinks the spool will tighten.
Even cotton, pulled hard enough, can make blood run.
"No, I didn't know." He says quietly, and Robby's eyes snap to his.
"But…"
"We just- I guess it's just not come up."
Robby looks down at his lap, tangling and untangling his fingers as he processes this. He bites at the other side of his nail.
Jack had wondered, maybe, a few times actually. Robby was quite intense when they first met, he hadn't really known how to read him, and then he'd backed off for a good month when he found out about Liz. Their friendship both slow and winding for the first six months, and then lightening bolt fast for the rest. They'd fallen into place easily over the years, but Robby had always been illusive about dating. There had been Janey and a few others, but he never wanted to talk to Jack about it. Always squirrely and weird when he did.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Am I- am I happy? What am I like?"
It draws him short.
He thinks of his Robby, big wet eyes that now feel so familiar, and the quiet sadness behind them.
No, he thinks, I don't think you're happy, particularly.
He, of course, doesn't say this. Instead, he lets himself smile and think of his Michael Robby Robinavitch.
"You're the best man I know." He says quietly, huffing out a laugh around his smile. "I mean fuck, where to start. There's so much that I- I guess I should tell you that you're a great doctor, an amazing one. You're chief for a reason Robby and when I get to work with you it's like magic, watching you make those split second decisions and hold someone's life in your hands and… you let me talk you into crazy shit and you just- you just do it like it wasn't even hard. I mean fuck. I've known impressive doctors in my time and you're one of the best. No doubt. The things you do with airways…"
He thinks too, about Robby on the roof, silhouetted by the sunset as the city sprawls in front of him, cheeks wet from day after day inside the sterile walls that hold such life and yet such death. The blood gets wiped from the floor, but it's soaked into their skin already.
"But you're more than that too. You make me laugh. You're such a little bitch, pull these- these little bitchy faces sometimes- catty and mean, you deny it but you love gossip. You're always down to watch a game and you buy these ridiculous fancy beers that taste like shit. We hike sometimes and- and you're a good cook, you cook a," he hasn't in a while but… "a lot of Esther's recipes. I never had hers, but I bet she'd be proud because they're good. You care too. So much. There's not many people who I could ask anything of but you're one of them. You'd run yourself into the ground trying to do the impossible if I asked, which is - you're- you're good. Robby. Michael. You're good."
Robby looks at him like a gawping fish.
"Gosh." He puffs out his cheeks, eyes wide, blowing out the air so it tufts his hair over his forehead up before it flops back down. God Robby isyoung. If he said that to his Robby he's not sure the reception would be the same.
But it only takes a second for Robby to furrow his brows all serious, looking down again. "He sounds amazing. He sounds like- like a- you must think I'm pathetic right? Compared to him? I mean- with Patrick and everything- I'm just-"
"Hey, no. Robby, no." Jack takes him by his chin and turns his head to look at him. His cheeks squish between his fingers. "No. Everything that makes him him is in you, it’s here-" Jack places his other hand on his chest- "your empathy and soul and kindness."
In retrospect he really should have seen it coming.
The signs were all there on his flush cheeks, the widening of his eyes and the tightening of his brow, the parting of his plush red lips.
He hesitates for a second, and then pushes up and smashes those lips against Jack's own.
Their teeth clack.
It reverberates through Jack's skull.
He'd like to say it was just muscle memory, instinct, whatever you want to call it, the way he tilts Robby's jaw to the side and guides the kiss into less… teethy territory. But really? Really he wants this too. And he's half convinced, still, that this is all a dream. He's not sure what it says about him though, to dream of a young twinky blushing Robby. Gonna have to bring that one up in therapy for sure.
Jack backs up.
"Sorry- sorry- I-" Robby starts to stammer, panic starting to set in and well, he can't have that now can he?
"Slow down a little, let me lead you, yeah?"
"Oh." Robby squeaks. "Yes! Yep."
"And c'mere. On my lap."
"Uh-"
"Legs either side, there we go."
Robby scrambles, all gangly limbs and very little grace. "Like this?"
"Yeah like that Robby."
Robby's eyes shutter closed. "I like it- when you call me that."
"Yeah?" Jack smiles, brushing his lips across Robby's jaw.
"Makes me- makes me feel like someone who- who-" his breath catches, but he never finishes his sentence, because Jack takes his lips again and guides him into a longer deeper kiss.
He's so obviously fresh with it, his angles all wrong, teeth clacking, but Jack wouldn't change it for the world. This is Robby. It might not be his Robby but it's him all right.
After a little while of sweet kisses, Robby squirming on his lap, he slips him his tongue and holy fuck it becomes filthy. Spit spills from his lips, messy as he tries to copy Jack. It's okay though, Jack likes it messy. His cock strains in Robby's shorts for messy.
"Jack- Jack-" Robby pants.
"Yeah?"
He pulls Robby's shirt out of his pants and gets his hands up inside. Robby's skin burns under his touch. He moans beautifully into his mouth.
"I want- please?"
"What d'ya want?"
"Touch me."
"I am touching you."
Robby huffs, sounding absolutely done. Jack snorts. "You still make that sound too, you know."
"You're still this annoying?"
"Baby I've come straight from annoying you remember? Time travel."
"Jack!" Robby whines, lips bitten red and puffy. "Just touch my dick already!"
Jack chuckles into his neck, thumbing at the button of his pants. "So needy bud. This what you need?"
He runs a feather light finger over Robby's cock and the kid tenses, jolts, and then collapses onto him, whining into his neck as he bucks his hips, Jack's knuckles brushing teasingly against him. He realises what's happening a second too late, so he only manages to give Robby the pressure he needs- wrapping around his cotton clothed cock- for the end of his orgasm.
"Sorry. Sorry I just- Jack-" Robby whines like a pup. "You're really hot and I just- I'm sorry- I've ruined-"
"Shhh you're good. You haven't ruined anything."
"I just came in my pants."
"Hot." Jack laughs.
"No stop it that's. Let me uh- let me blow you or-"
"You done that before?"
Robby shakes his head, frowning and looking like he might cry still.
"You know I'm an attending yeah? Remember? I- we- work at a teaching hospital, teaching kids like you-" he flicks Robby's nose. "-and we do this thing called see one, do one, teach one. Lemme work you up again, come on lemme do that for you, lemme show you and then you can try later yeah?"
Robby hesitates.
"Please? You're young you can go again, I remember what I was like at your age. If you touch me it's gonna be over and I'll need a fuckin' nap or something."
Robby giggles. The sound is ridiculous. Jack wants to bottle it.
"Okay."
"Yeah? You gonna be a good boy and take these off for me."
Oh… interesting. That hits Robby hard eyelashes fluttering as he quickly obeys, leaving just his damp underwear on as he sprawls back on the bed.
Grinning at the sight, Jack spreads his thick thighs with his hands and leans down to lick a stripe over his underwear.
"Jack!"
"What baby?"
"Thats- that's gross!"
"How is that gross?" He laughs into the crease of Robby's thigh. "I'm about to have your dick in my mouth bud."
"That's-that's different-this is - it's- and shut up I'm too sensitive."
Yet his twitching cock is telling another story, but fine.
"Okay, then let me explore you a little hmm?" Jack kisses up his body and lays himself down next to him, pressing his forehead near up against Robby's as his hand settles possessive over Robby's chest. "Hi."
"Hi." Robby whispers back.
"How you feeling?"
"So good. Amazing. This is-"
"Yeah?"
Time tumbles like thick syrup.
Into the dampening evening sun he lays Robby down and slowly but surely takes him apart again and again. He thumbs at his nipples, sucks them into his mouth, kisses down his chest and his stomach, tongues his belly button to make him laugh and kick out, biting his lip as he smiles down at Jack.
Wrapping his lips around Robby's cock for the first time makes him think that maybe this isn't time travel or a dream, but heaven.
When he'd fantasised about his Robby he'd pictured him hung and thick. When he saw Robby earlier he'd pictured small and cute. (He really needs to start checking his knee-jerk assumptions). Robby, all in all, has a very pretty very average cock, curved up slightly in a way Jack just knows will feel so fucking good inside of him.
But this isn't about him.
So he takes his time teasing Robby until he's hard and dripping, then swallows him to the hilt. He lasts a little longer this time, but really he didn't have much hope for the kid. Jack's had thirty years experience of sucking cock, and he knows he's fucking good at it. So it's no surprise when he cums, shaking and sweet and blushing across his whole body, down Jack's throat.
Then he makes him cum again with a finger against his hole, just rubbing a little with his own cum and Jack's spit as lube. Makes Robby spit into his hand so he can take his cock with ease and pump it in time until tears leak from Robby's eyes and he cums weakly against his stomach.
"Can I- you?" Robby gasps, trying so hard not to pass out, the sleepy thing.
Jack should give him a break, even though he's wide awake. Sure, he's got plans for Robby and his cock, but if this is all he gets and he goes back, then it'll have been worth it.
"Later."
Robby pouts, hauling himself up on his elbows to peer down at Jack between his legs.
"But what if you travel back now? Like in a second or something, before I've seen you."
Jack grins into his thigh, teeth scraping the skin until he gives in and nips, making Robby yelp.
"A risk I'm willing to take. Nap time baby boy lets go."
But he doesn't travel back.
He won't for travel back for days.
~
Changing to four parts because I was gonna have Jack stay for one night and received a vision from beyond in HIGH DEFINITION that he needed to be there for multiple days for one line in the last part. also for plot whatever.
A loud shriek echoes through the house. It’s a joyful sound, but that doesn’t stop Jack from rushing downstairs. “Everybody good?” He calls.
When he rounds the corner, Robby and John are standing in the bathroom. Robby is doing his best to shush John, who is bouncing on his feet and shaking his mother by the shoulders.
“We’re fine,” Robby says. “Nothing to worry about.”
"You sure?"
John nods furiously. "Never better." He wraps his arms around Robby and grins maniacally.
Jack's own smile worms its way onto his face. "Forgive me if I don't believe you. My boys conspiring together doesn't breed confidence."
"We're not conspiring!"
Robby grabs Jack's hand and pulls him in. "Come here."
The bathroom is crowded with the three of them, but Jack doesn't mind. If it were up to him, his mate and their pup would be kept safe in his arms at every moment. He lets Robby guide his eyes to the counter, where a small plastic stick sits proudly. Jack whips around. John's smile blinds him, and the pretty lines around Robby's eyes deepen.
"Surprise."
His first instinct is to kiss Robby, which he does happily, and the second is to cry. That one he tries to resist, but is unsuccessful.
"You can't cry," Robby croaks with a smile. "If you cry, I'll cry."
"I'm a sympathy crier too," John adds.
Within seconds, they're piled on the floor laughing together through tears until John's watch beeps.
"I don't want to go to work," he moans.
"Go," Robby says gently. "We'll still be here when you get back."
"I hope you're not on the bathroom floor twelve hours from now."
Robby shoos him off. Once he's gone, Robby returns his attention to Jack. "I know this is a lot."
"Yeah," Jack whispers, wiping the tears from his face. His brain hasn't fully caught up with the fact that Robby is pregnant.
"We don't have to keep it," Robby says. "I know John's excited, but he'll get over it if we decide otherwise."
Jack grabs the test and studies it. "Do you... not want it?"
Robby leans into him. "I would love to raise a baby with you, but pups are a lot, and we're old. If you don't want to go through that, I understand."
"I want it," Jack says. "If it were up to me, we'd be having four."
Robby barks a sharp laugh. "This is my last pregnancy, so you better start praying these are quadruplets."
They learn at the first appointment that it's only one baby, but Jack gets dizzy seeing them all the same. Their baby has itty bitty fingers and toes that he can barely see on the ultrasound, but the picture entrances all three of them regardless.
Jack and John want to start shopping immediately, but Robby says to wait. "Until fourteen weeks, please."
"Mom, that barely leaves any time."
"Twenty-six weeks is plenty," Robby insists. Privately, in the safety of their nest, he tells Jack that this isn't his second pregnancy. "It wasn't planned," he says. "The alpha and I weren't serious, but I thought a sibling might be good for John." He tucks himself into Jack's neck. "I wasn't disappointed necessarily; I knew raising two pups on my own would be a lot, but no one knew about that pup but me."
"I'm sorry you had to do that on your own."
"It's okay," Robby whispers. "It's just freaking me out a little."
"You don't need to freak out," Jack promises. "Everything will work out. Our baby is healthy and strong, and even if something does happen, John and I will be here."
Tears prick in Robby's eyes. "Sorry."
"Why are you sorry?" Jack tugs him closer.
"Because... we had this perfect life planned together and I fucked it all up. I stole our pup from you, then I got knocked up by some idiot, and I couldn't even keep that one."
"Don't be silly." Jack kisses the top of his head. "If you'd had that pup, I would love them too."
It comforts Robby in the moment, but his insecurities rear their ugly heads with each centimeter his stomach grows. He goes through random fits of believing Jack is under some spell, and he'll wake up and leave at a moment's notice. There's also a bizarre swirling doubt that John will end up resenting the baby, and nothing he says will convince his mother otherwise.
"Let's do some counseling," Jack recommends. "This is all a big change for all of us. I did something similar when I lost my leg, and it really helped."
Explaining their situation to a therapist takes three sessions before they can even get into the weeds of it, but that alone is enough to calm Robby's nerves, so Jack counts it as a win.
They turn Jack's office into a nursery, and he hates that his other pup doesn't have his own space in his house, so the guest room becomes John's room.
"You don't have to," he says. "I am an adult. I have an apartment."
Jack kisses his forehead. "I want you to always feel like you have a place here."
That also makes Robby cry.
John spends the entirety of Robby’s pregnancy asking how different it is from when he was the baby in question, and openly wondering what his own pregnancy will be like. Jack accidentally whacks his own hand with a hammer the first time he hears his pup mention getting pregnant, and Robby and John laugh hysterically as Jack’s clumsiness and find a new passion in bringing up John’s future mating and pups at every possible turn.
By the thirty-ninth week, Jack has kissed every inch of Robby's distended stomach hundreds of times. He especially loves when their pup kicks at him.
John is on shift when Robby goes into labor. Robby doesn’t want his first pup to witness the birth of his second. “It’s bad enough anyone but you has to be down there,” he tells Jack. So it’s only after baby and mom are declared happy and healthy that Jack goes downstairs to fetch their oldest.
He throws a miniature tantrum about not being told immediately all the way up to Labor & Delivery only for his sour mood to evaporate completely upon seeing his baby sister.
“I knew you’d be a girl,” he coos. “I knew it, I knew it, I knew it.”
The hospital keeps Robby a little longer than usual due to his age, but three days later, all four of them are crammed happily in the nest Robby has made for them.
Their newborn pup is cradled safely against her mother’s chest with John taking up the other side. His nose rests only an inch away from her tiny swaddled body, and it doesn’t take long for both of them to be lulled to sleep.
Jack is careful not to move too much from his place behind John, but he can’t resist reaching over to hold his omega’s hand; it has the added benefit of caging both their pups between them.
“We make good pups,” Jack whispers.
“We sure do,” Robby smiles. “I’m so glad she looks like you.” He tickles their baby’s soft auburn curls with gentle fingers.
Jack hums and lets his arm fall protectively around John. “We’re tied.”
“Wonder what our third will look like.”
Jack’s head snaps up. Robby is biting his bottom lip in poor attempt to hide his grin.
“If you’re up for it,” he shrugs. “There’s at least six months before we can really start considering that.”
Jack squeezes his mates hand. “Well, we should see who actually has the strongest genes.”
Robby chuckles and presses a kiss to their baby’s head; Jack swears he can feel it too.
most of the time, artists use handprint marks either in a horny sense or in a... ☠️ way.
but I decided to go for a wholesome approach – Whitaker is happy with every touch from Robby, even though they're still at the stage where physical contact only happens at work.... Also, I stylized them as heat spots rather than flat handprint drawings
Robby has wanted Jack for so long that when he finally has him he doesn't know what to do with himself.
He can't keep his hands to himself, every opportunity he has he's touching Jack.
A brush of his shoulder.
A too long hug.
A lingering pat on his back.
He wants him so bad he can't think straight, and now that he can have him? All thoughts are out the window.
The only downfall is that after that first initial admission and kiss on the roof — they haven't had alone time together.
Its was hard enough to hang out when they were "just friends." They're both senior attendings and are on opposite shift schedules.
Plus, it seems like every time they're days off start to align — something happens.
They trade quick kisses when able.
Sometimes finding a spare moments to grope each other in the bathroom or sit half asleep on his office couch until the next trauma comes in.
And all these almosts are working Robby up bad.
He feels like a damn teenager, popping a boner every time Jack's arm flexes during hand off, or he bends over when dropping his pen.
Robby has jerked off to thoughts of Jack more in the last few weeks than he his decades long infatuation.
When the night finally happens.
When fate gives them a break a nd they have a whole, uninterrupted night off together, Robby has Jack panting and moaning in his lap before their clothes are even off.
He's hungry for it.
Memorizing every gasp, every hitch of breath, how his body moves as he rolls his hips in Robby's lap.
Jack's ass is a masterpiece, thick, mucles, fitting so well in Robby's hands he can't stop squeezing him. Loves how it feels when Jack drops down onto his clothed crotch, undulating until they're both a panting mess.
Robby's head is filled with static, any rational thought has left the building. He's a panting dog when Jack rips his shirt off, latching onto a nipple and sucking until Jack keens.
"Mike." He grunts, rocking back and forth, their cocks rubbing together, "Mike, come on."
Something in Robby's brain must misfire because hearing the word "come" dropping in a rushed moan from Jack's mouth sends sparks down his spine.
The whole world narrows to their bodies pressed together. Jack grinding in his lap, Robby gripping his tight ass, their breathe mingles and hearts pounding.
A sudden crashing wave breaks over him as he clamps down on Jack's tit and comes.
Comes so hard his vision whites out, his ears ring, his body becomes nothing but rippling sensation.
"Ow, shit." Jack's voice is faraway on a distant island.
His hands are tugging Robby's head back, fingers gripped painful tight in his hair.
His skin is on fire, nerves alight with rapid pleasure signals. He's twitching under Jack, pulse after pulse unwinding him until all he can do is fall back into the couch.
Jack sways with him, making funny little noises that might be words.
"Don't fall asleep on me now, Mikey." He jokes, "Let me get you into bed first." He's still rocking in his lap. Each drag over Robby's spent cock is too much.
When the realization of what happened hits him he goes completely still.
Oh no.
Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.
He just came in his pants.
He just came prematurely in his pants like a god damn teenager.
A deep sorrowful groan bubbles up from his chest as he covers his face. His cheeks flush red enough it feels like fire in his palms.
"Fuck." He drags the word out, ending with a delrious laugh.
Jack tugs his hands but Robby fights him, refusing to show his face.
"Whats wrong? Mikey what's wrong?"
Jack sounds so concerned, sliding off of Robby, knees audibly cracking as he sits next to him, "Robby?"
He mumbles into his hands, "I'msofuckingsorry."
Jack grabs his wrists pulling them until Robby finally relents. He keeps his eyes closed until Jack is huffing next to him.
"Sorry about what? Robby, man, you're kinda worrying me."
With a great heaving sigh, Robby rolls his eyes to look at Jack.
Hes beautiful. Hair a wild mess, apples of his cheeks red, lips slick and swollen. For a faint, monumentous moment, Robby's 55 year old dick tries to regain its strength.
"Uh-"
Jack's brow furrows, "If you're tired, brother, it's okay. You worked a long shift. I'm down with ordering food and cuddling while you nap."
And he means it, Robby knows he means it, because Jack is an incredible fucking person.
"No thats not-" He groans, "I-"
"Michael, use you words."
Robby snorts, closing his eye again and faces the ceiling, "Icameinmypants."
"What?"
He grits his teeth, "Icameinmypants."
"Seriously I can't understand you. Will you just-" Jack grabs his beard, jerking his head until he's facing him again, "What's wrong."
Robby's gaze jumps from hazel eyes to fading red lips to conerned creased forehead.
With the dignity of a tail tucked dog he grinds out, "I came."
Watching Jack process his words is fascinating.
Confusion tightens his mouth, contempaltion following as his lips part with an O. Realization dawning like the sun across his face beford utter glee lights up his body.
"I made you come in your pants." Hes grinning now.
He groans, "Jack."
Jack waves his hands, "No, no let me have this." He's practically bouncing with excitement, "I made you shoot off by what? Flashing my tits?"
Robby rolls his entire body at him, "No-"
"Oh so it was my kissing? My ass? I got you so worked up you came untouched in your pants."
Any embarrassment linger in his bones faded with each quip his friend declared.
"Its not funny. I'm 55 years old I shouldn't be ejaculating prematurely."
Jack scoff, "Ejaculating. Come on, Robby. Its fine." His delight softens, "Seriously."
Robby sighs, "I wanted to fuck you."
Jack laughs, sliding until he's crawling back into Robby's lap. His fingers comb through Robby's hair until he's looking up at him, "Not going to lie here man-"
"If you give me time-"
"Its super fucking hot."
Robby blinks.
Then blinks again.
"What?"
"I mean come on," Jack waves his hands towards his crotch, "like you said. Your 55 years old, and lets be real, you're a bit of a slut-"
"Hey-"
"Shh," He covers Robby's mouth, "And I made you come by dry humping you. You wanted me so bad, I got you so riled up, that you came in your pants. Personally, Robinavitch, I call that a win on my part."
He laughs, relief flooding through him as Jack smiles, tracing his wrinkles, "You know," Robby kisses his fingers when Jack thumbs his bottom lip, "My mouth still works."
Heat darkens Jack's eyes, a salacious smirk twisting the corners of his mouth.
"Yeah?"
Robby grabs his thighs, braces his feet then flips them until Jack tumbles onto his back with an oomf.
Rabbot Alpha Jack and Omega Robby fics I have coming soon.
Jack has been pining after Robby for a while but he knows Robby has a low sense of self worth and issues of his own so Jack can be patient and wait his omega out. Robby ends up pregnant by an asshole ex, a friend of Duke's, and the alpha wants nothing to do with him or the baby. Robby goes sobbing to Jack thinking he's all alone only for Jack to go "nope I want you, you big idiot" and Robby doesn't quite believe that the only alpha he's wanted wants him back. Now Jack is all "mine, mine, mine" and Robby is just overwhelmed because Jack is showering him in all the love he's wanted and he isn't sure what to do with it.
Robby and Jack have been on again and off again for years. Before his sabbatical, honestly even further back, Robby shares one of his irregular heats with Jack. Robby isn't well though, he needs a break only he doesn't realize what he's taking with him. Robby finds out he's pregnant pretty quickly but he's afraid. He spends the three months alternating between scared, not sure what to do and therapy. By the time he gets home, gets to Jack, he's scared that Jack will hate him. If only he knew that Jack knows Robby better than he knows himself and nothing could make him hate him.
Robby and Jack were together before Jack shipped out. They talked about mating but never did it because Jack didn't want to burden Robby while he was overseas. What they don't know is Robby is pregnant. Robby worries over telling Jack, his insecurities rear their head. When Robby finally tells Jack he's so scared. "You're pregnant?" Jack asks shocked but happy. "Yeah," Robby answers softly tears falling down his face. "I wish I was there," Jack says excited and hating that he's not. "Really?" Robby asks now surprised. "Oh when I get home I'm mating you the first chance I get." Turns out Robby didn't have anything to be worried about. And if Robby ends up pregnant every other year or so then so be it.
Which one are you guys wanting to see? I know I'm kind of excited for the first one.
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