what ifff stalker!jack and maybe not creeped out at all!robby
jack's been breaking into robby's house for a while now. at first it was just infatuation. robby's pretty and he wants to see what's in his house that's all. just getting to know him more by learning everything about him through invading his home no big deal. but then he quickly learns this man does not take care of himself at all. so sometimes he leaves treats/snacks, maybe does some laundry, fixes some things that need repairs.
robby at first is kinda like huh don't remember buying this snack oh well i'm pretty hungry right now. ooh this smells nice i thought i just put it in the hamper last night. the snacks turn into meals and robby's too tired most of the time to question why he had food in the fridge in the first place.
jack breaks in one time and hears moans coming from the bedroom. robby's fingering himself, has a bottle of lube and dildo next to him. robby's whimpering, face pressed against the mattress panting. removes his fingers, lubes up the dildo and gently presses it into himself. jack is in awe. he settles for just rubbing himself over his pants because he can't risk making more sound. robby is so beautiful. all jack can think is how well he's taking it. he wants to touch robby. he wants to be the one who makes robby feel good. he decides to buy him a dildo for next time.
he buys one slightly larger than the one robby used that night. he leaves it on robby's nightstand. robby's getting ready for bed. he goes into his bedroom to get his sleep clothes when he sees it. at first he was puzzled, he was certain he didn't own this dildo. he only ever had one dildo. his ol' reliable. but the longer he stared at it, his cock stirred in his pants. he wanted to try it out. jack was pleased to see robby enjoyed the toy as much as jack hoped.
this goes on for a while, of course the food and laundry too but jack notices that robby's taking care of himself too now. he opens the fridge to leave some food but he sees robby's meal prepped for himself this week. sees he's cleaned up parts of his house. jack still leaves toys for robby to try out. robby likes them all. he's kind of put two and two together at this point but he doesn't want to spook this person who's been in the shadows for so long. but he wants to meet him.
robby planned it. he's in his bedroom, sees there's a new toy on his nightstand but he doesn't reach for it. he gets on the bed and pulls out the blindfold he's had in pocket and puts it on. he quietly asks if there's anyone watching him. he wants to know who this person is but he also understands if they don't want robby to know his identity. robby hopes they can compromise with the blindfold. robby wants to feel this person. to know they're real. he understands it's kinda crazy to be attracted to someone who's essentially a stalker but he couldn't help but feel cared for by them.
jack of course is there. contemplating. he wants to touch robby but can he trust robby enough to not take the blindfold off? somehow he's willing to risk it. before he changes his mind, he starts slowly approaching the bed. robby gasps, hearing the light footsteps near the bed. he backs up toward the bed frame a little bit but halts his movements once he feels the mattress dip a bit.
jack moves closer towards robby. he slowly brings his hand to robby's. lightly grazing it and then puts their hands together. jack then traces his fingers up his arm, to his neck and cups robby's face. robby's blushing and shyly asks, can i touch you too?
jack grabs his hand and lets robby feel him. he lets robby feel his torso, his arms, and let's him cup his face too. robby quietly asks, can i kiss you? jack answers by pulling him in. the kiss is sweet at first but robby slowly moves closer to jack and moves into his lap, straddling him. jack was already half hard with robby feeling him up earlier but noticing robby is feeling the same as him gets jack even more worked up. they're making out and grinding on each other. robby's the first to pull away asking jack to use the toy on him. jack obliges of course and really takes his time with robby. he doesn't know when he'll get this opportunity again.
Uhh soooo in my mind this takes place in the No Homo AU but like 10 years after those ficlets. That said, there’s basically no connection so don’t worry about reading those.
TW: use of the f slur
The warm sun is the best alarm clock Jack could ask for. Morning’s like this, lazy and easy with Robby snoring light and easy on his chest, are rare and cherished. Jack buries his nose in Robby’s soft hair and takes in the fading scent of his shampoo.
He wishes they could stay this way forever; curled around each other in the safety of their home. It’s not often their days off align, between Robby’s residency and Jack starting active duty, sometimes it’s like living with a ghost rather than his college sweetheart.
Robby stretches with a low groan and looks up at Jack with sleepy eyes. “Morning.”
“Good morning,” Jack says. He kisses between Robby’s eyebrows. “What plans do you have for today?”
Robby hums and kisses the underside of Jack’s jaw. “Nothing yet, but I bet I can think of something.”
They make love slowly, under the covers in missionary, the exact way Jack was told sex was supposed to be. Though, he doubts his high school gym teacher thought he’d be using those half baked, celibacy-forward, lessons as an excuse to kiss his boyfriend all the way to orgasm.
After all these years, Jack still can’t get enough of Robby’s pretty blush. He kisses down his chest, appreciating every inch of glowing pink skin as Robby tries to catch his breath. “We should shower,” Jack mutters against his chest.
Robby groans. “Too tired.”
“You’re gonna regret it.”
“I’ll go after you,” Robby says. He rolls onto his stomach and tugs Jack’s pillow into his arms. Thankfully, he’s cute enough that Jack doesn’t mind the extra laundry.
“You don’t want to join me?”
Robby waves a lazy hand. “We’ll go again later.”
Jack smiles and kisses his cheek. “Looking forward to it.”
When Jack gets out the shower, Robby has fallen peacefully back into sleep. He’s so beautiful with the light shining off his naked back, that Jack can't resist kissing him again before heading to the kitchen. He’s halfway through his first cup of coffee when a familiar truck swings into the driveway.
Jack’s heart sinks. Through the window he watches his mother’s fried blonde hair and his father’s beer gut approach despite his desperate wishes that he was hallucinating.
Before they can knock, Jack rips open the door and forces a smile. “Mom. Dad. Hi.”
“Oh, my boy,” his mother coos. She kisses his cheek, leaving behind a sticky mark, and pushes past him into the house.
His father shakes his hand, and before Jack can get another word out, says, “When you got stationed in Beaufort, we expected you to make more of an effort to see your family.”
Jack’s moth goes dry. “Sorry, sir. It’s been busy on base. I was hoping to get out there soon.”
His father grunts unhappily, but his mother pats his arm. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We know there’s a lot going on.”
“Whose car is that?”
“Wha— uh, excuse me? Sir?”
“There’s two cars in the driveway,” his father huffs. “Don’t tell me you need two.”
“Uh, no, sir.” Jack’s heart thuds under his ribs. “It’s… Robby’s.”
His father frowns. “Robby? Your old roommate?”
“Yes, sir. He’s working in a hospital not far from here, so he came to visit.”
“That’s nice,” his mother says from the kitchen. She’s already digging through his cabinets, taking stock. “I was worried about you being lonely.”
“No, ma’am. I’m alright.”
“Where is he?” His father asks. Jack gapes stupidly, unsure what to say. His father’s frown deepens. “Your buddy came to visit at nine in the morning and you don’t know where he is?”
“No, I do. He—“ the old pipes begin to sing through the walls, “he’s showering.”
“Here?”
“The water at his apartment is out,” Jack lies. “He came here to shower and do some laundry.”
His father nods slowly and shuffles to the living room to do his own investigating. Neither of his parents have taken their shoes off, Jack clenches his jaw thinking of what Robby will say.
“I— uh, I’ll be right back.”
Jack bolts to the bedroom and heaves behind the door. His vision has spots from the stress. On shakey legs, he forces his way into the bathroom.
“Robby,” he rasps.
“Yeah?” Jack shushes him instinctually. Robby pokes his head from behind the curtain. “What’s up?” He whispers.
“My parents are here.” Jack’s hands tremble. “They think your apartment’s water crapped out and that’s why you’re here.”
Robby’s jaw drops. The few times he’s met Jack’s family have been short and unpleasant. “I’ll leave.”
Guilt gnaws at Jack’s stomach. “No, this is your home too.”
“Jack, it’s not worth it. I’ll go to the store or something.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine, just get back out there before one of them says something.”
Jack obeys and hopes he hasn’t been gone for too long. When he renters the main room, his father is holding a book.
“This yours?”
The blood escapes Jack’s face. His father knows damn well he doesn’t read things like Jane Eyre in his free time. He’s barely forced his lips apart when his father continues.
“I expect this is also Robby’s.”
“Yes, sir,” Jack says.
“He brought a book to shower?” He picks a frame up from the mantel. “And a photo of him and his… grandmother?”
Jack’s throat is filled with cotton. “Robby is living here when I get deployed. Save on rent, and I won’t have to worry about this place.”
“Deployed?” His mother whizzes around the corner. “You never said.”
“When did you get your orders?” His father demands. “Where are you going? When do you leave?”
“I, well, I haven’t gotten them yet,” Jack stutters. “But it’s only a matter of time. They’re feeding us good on base so…” He laughs lightly. “Everyone knows what that means.”
“Oh, my brave boy,” his mother coos. “You call the second you get those orders. I don’t want to miss a minute with you.”
“Yes, ma’am. Of course.”
She wanders off back to the office, and Jack prays she doesn’t rifle through the filing cabinet with his and Robby’s tax forms inside.
His father sets Robby’s photo back on the mantle with a bang. Jack stands at attention and tries to quell the queasiness in his stomach.
“Does this country allow gay service members?” His father’s eyes bore into him. “Did I miss that in the paper?”
“No, sir,” Jack chokes. He squeezes his eyes shut for a second to gather himself. “Technically, gay people can serve, but nobody can know that they’re… um…”
His father isn’t any taller, but he manages to loom over Jack. He looks Jack up and down, mouth twisted. “Are you a faggot, Jack?”
Through a sandpaper throat, Jack croaks, “No, sir.”
“Did I raise a faggot?”
“No, sir.”
“Did I raise a liar?”
“No, sir.” Jack’s jaw quivers.
His father backs away, but only slightly. His heavy squint remains firmly on Jack, seeping to his bones. “Do you have a girlfriend?” Jack’s teeth won’t unclench for him to answer. His father shakes his head. “Of course not.”
“I— we’re busy,” Jack says. “The base— I haven’t had time.”
“You didn’t have time in college either,” his father scoffs. “Jacob always had time. I don’t think he’s been more than a week without a woman since high school.”
“I just—“
Right then, the door creeks behind them. Robby steps out meekly. “Sorry to interrupt,” he says. “I was just heading out.”
“Don’t bother,” Jack’s father says. He looks Robby up and down. He’s never liked him, said he was too ‘soft.’
“Oh, no,” Robby insists. “I have to get something back at my apartment—“
“Where is your apartment?”
Robby gapes for no more than a second, but it’s a second too long. “A few miles from here.”
“Right.” Jack’s father rolls his eyes. He takes a few steps to the hall and throws the guest bathroom door open. “Why didn’t you use this shower?”
Neither of them have an excuse. Robby looks at Jack for help, but he’s shaking like a leaf. He hates it. He hates feeling weak, especially in front of Robby. Jack has spent many nights kissing promises of love, devotion, and protection into Robby’s skin, and now when the time comes he can’t defend him against his own father.
Cruel, pale eyes glare at Jack. “If you’re not shipped out by Christmas,” he seethes. “Make other plans. I don’t want you in my house like this.”
Jack’s voice cracks pathetically. “Yes, sir.”
His father forces his mother out, making some flimsy excuses about some promise to help one of their friends load his truck for something or other that he forgot about and leaves without sparing either of them another look. The door slams and shakes the walls of the house.
“Jack,” Robby whispers. He reaches for him, but the truck hasn’t pulled out of the driveway yet. They aren’t safe yet, this house may never be safe again. Jack yanks himself out of reach and rushes to the kitchen. He downs the cold last half of his coffee and hunches over the sink. After what feels like an eternity, a gentle hand weaves its way over his spine and lands between his shoulder blades beneath his shirt.
“Sorry.”
“You don’t need to be sorry,” Robby says. “I think you handled that well, all things considered.”
Jack laughs, but it isn’t funny. “I shouldn’t have tried to hide you.”
“Jack, come on. I wouldn’t expect you to come out on a whim.”
“I should’ve stood up to him.”
Robby hooks his chin over Jack’s shoulder and massages along his ribs. “What if he called someone? What if he did something to try and get you discharged?”
“He still might.”
“Do you really think that?”
Jack taps the edge of the sink. “No. He’d be too embarrassed to tell everyone why I’m not in anymore.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” Robby kisses the back of his neck.
Jack blinks back tears. He can’t let Robby down anymore than he already has. “S’fine.”
Another kiss. “It doesn’t have to be.”
“It is.” Jack swallows. “Sorry for ruining our day.” The tears return.
“You didn’t ruin anything,” Robby says. “It’s not even noon. We can take a nap and start all over.”
With a weak nod, Jack lets Robby take his hand and guide him to their bedroom. It’s not enough, but it’ll have to do.
Fandom: ER (1994)
Characters: John Carter, Peter Benton
Relationship: Peter Benton & John Carter, Gen
Tags: Hurt/comfort, angst, whump, eating disorder, bulimia, John Carter whump, Alternate Universe
Summary:
“Okay, John. I’m going to have you scoot back so you’re sitting all the way at the edge of the bed…A little closer to me...Tilt your head forward…Good.”
Now that the boy’s back is right in front of Peter, he can see the knobs of his spine and rungs of his ribs through the opening of the hospital gown. The skin stretching over them looks sheer, barely concealing the sharp angles protruding underneath.
Peter wants to run his palm over the expanse, as though he is smoothing out the creases on a rumpled sheet.
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AU fic - John Carter is a college wrestler. Peter Benton is a third year medical student. They cross paths when John comes to the ER as a patient.
Ok and what if I once again bring up Omega!Robby going through twink death and thinking that Jack isn't going to want him once he comes back from the military. What if I brought up Robby desperately trying hair treatments to make it look soft and fluffy again, shaving his beard, trying every diet pill under the sun for that stubborn weight around his middle that just won't go away?
What if I brought up Alpha!Jack who's so embarrassed to meet Robby for the first time in ages. What kind of alpha can protect and provide for their mate missing a leg? What if I brought up the dread in the pits of their stomachs that doesn't go away after the reassurances when they reunite?
His Jewish parents would have gone with the original Hebrew version of the name. In Hebrew, it’s pronounced with three syllables (miˈχaːel, i.e, mee-chah-el) which is why the standard English spelling preserves the original vowel order even if English drops the glottal stop before the last syllable.
So if you’re writing a Jewish character like Dr. Robby, it’s Michael, not Micheal.
i physically/mentally/spiritually/emotionally cannot stop thinking about how much jack LOOKS at robby
there are so many shots where robby is actively trying not to be perceived and jack is staring at him like he can't get enough of him, like every single microexpression robby makes is his & his alone, and i'm OBSESSED
even when robby literally isn't paying attention and jack is in a different room jack is looking at him, constantly assessing where he's at and what he's feeling, and it is such an intense and obvious sign of his love for robby (platonic or not) that i cannot stomach it
jack sees robby even when robby feels emotionally at his ugliest and he never even remotely flinches away from his desire to figure out what robby is feeling and it makes their dynamic so fascinating to me because you have two deeply empathetic, perceptive men who are hyperaware of each other (to the point where there are multiple times where they interact with each other or move to meet one another without even looking) and are not afraid of this obvious depth of love
the only other person robby comes close to sharing this sort of non-verbal understanding with is dana, and even then it feels like there are parts of each other the other can't fully see. the clear demonstration that jack & robby know each other as deeply and as intimately as they would a romantic partner (in some cases more so) has genuinely hooked me from the start and i can't handle it -- this is like... hannigram levels of unspoken love to me
Robby was relatively new to this gym. He didn’t know anyone and hadn’t spoken to a single soul in the few months he’d been going.
He recognized the staff and a few regulars whose training schedules more or less aligned with his. Among those familiar faces was a gorgeous man, roughly his age, maybe a little younger. He had grey curls, an insane physique, and deep green eyes that had caught Robby staring more than once. It was embarrassing every time he got caught watching, making him feel like a pervert. Still, he sized the man up every chance he got—his massive biceps, the sleeveless tops that always ended up soaked in sweat to offer a tempting glimpse of armpit hair. Then there were those thighs clad in tight gym shorts, and that ass—Robby had stared at that ass far too many times to count. Yet, each and every time, the man had just smiled. He clearly liked being appreciated, liked being watched as he exercised. Robby was more than happy to comply.
He’d been thinking for weeks about asking the guy out, trying his luck. He’d been in a bit of a dry spell lately. Well, not a true dry spell—he’d been hooking up—but it wasn’t nearly as hot as spotting someone gorgeous in the wild and being so painfully attracted to them that he’d jerked off in the gym shower stall way too many times, thinking about that pale skin and those sinful freckles.
But in the end, he never did it. He didn’t think the guy was interested like that.
For once, Robby decided to head to the sauna. He often times steered clear of it. It was always too crowded, and he was usually in a rush, never finishing his workout on time and having to speed through a shower to get to work or somewhere else.
It was a decently sized sauna, divided by gender. He briefly thought there should be a mixed one, then felt like a pervert for it, certain no woman would want that.
There was another guy inside, but he didn’t say anything, didn’t even glance at Robby when he walked in. Sauna etiquette, he guessed. You don't stare at other people because it’s rude.
Robby swallowed a groan as he sat on the damp wooden bench. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the surrounding warmth for approximately three minutes before the sweat started pouring and it became more uncomfortable than anything. But that was the point of this. So, he relaxed and let his head rest against the wall, listening as the other guy scrambled off the bench and left the room.
He was alone. He thought about adding more water to the coals, but he couldn’t be bothered to move. Instead, he just sat there, staring down at his belly for a while. It was still the same size as when he started. He hadn’t been expecting immediate results—he wasn’t stupid—but he’d hoped for just a little change.
The door opened with a hiss, and Robby tried not to look up too fast. He sort of failed, but his mouth went completely dry the moment he saw the guy step inside. His towel was slung low on his hips, revealing an absolutely insane V-line on his abdomen. His abs, his pecs—everything about him was perfect.
Robby's dick was immediately interested. It twitched, and he prayed the movement wasn't too obvious through his towel. It mustn’t have been, because the guy had no reaction as he sat on the bench to Robby’s right.
He settled into the corner. Robby could easily see him just by barely turning his head. He tried to avoid it, starting a mental list of all the bones in the human body to keep his dick from going hard, but the image that formed in his mind was the guy sitting just a few feet away. It made Robby chub up in record time. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten so hard, so fast. It was embarrassing.
Glancing down, he saw his length starting to tent the towel. He needed to get out ASAP, take care of himself, and head home. Maybe he should cancel his gym membership and find another place entirely, because he didn’t think he could ever show his face here again.
He started going soft at the thought, and a rush of breath escaped him in sheer relief. Mortified, he thanked the intense heat, which surely made him look like a lobster anyway, ensuring his blush wouldn't show.
But when he glanced back at the guy, a spark raced down his spine. Their eyes met immediately. The man was already staring right at him. Flustered, Robby looked away too quickly. The guy let out a low chuckle, and Robby leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His cock was twitching now, getting mixed signals from his brain; the embarrassment was keeping the arousal from taking over completely, and Robby didn’t know which sensation he preferred.
“I’ve seen you around a lot.”
A lot was generous, Robby thought as he looked up. His eyes traced the man’s figure of their own accord, following the path of sweat droplets rolling down his chest and between his abs. Robby wanted to lick every single drop.
“Kinda new to this whole thing.”
“I can tell.” The guy sounded and looked amused, giving Robby a slow once-over.
It made Robby self-conscious about his body all over again, imagining his soft stomach spilling over his towel.
“Not like that,” the guy said cryptically. When Robby looked at him again, the man had a hand resting over his own crotch. It was just sitting there; Robby couldn’t even tell if he was hard. It could easily be a coincidence. But something inside told him the guy was trying to say something. “You’re shy.”
Robby scoffed. An astute observation if he’d ever heard one.
He wanted to say something funny in return—something witty or snarky. But all thoughts ground to a halt when the man spread his legs and firmly cupped himself through the towel, letting out a soft sound in his throat that carried across the small room, straight to Robby’s dick.
“You’re a watcher.” It wasn’t a question, but Robby still shook his head. He had never been a creep before, never stared at men or women in public.
“I’m not—”
“You are.”
Robby swallowed, his throat suddenly parched as the guy began to move his hand slowly. Long, thick fingers wrapped around his own cock, stroking it over the fabric.
Robby briefly thought about someone else walking in, but he guessed that was part of the fun. The thrill of jerking off in front of a stranger made it all the more exciting.
Robby finally placed his own hand over his dick, groaning without meaning to. The noise slipped out the moment he made contact. This was the hottest and simultaneously stupidest thing he’d ever done. Hookups were one thing, but this—whatever this was—was completely different.
Through a horny haze, he realized he wasn’t even moving his hand; he was just gripping himself tight through the towel to keep it from aching. He was too busy watching the guy. Those green eyes glimmered, and those pink lips ticked up into a dirty smirk as he teasingly began to unwrap his towel. He peeled back just one layer, his cock—thick, Robby could already tell—twitching under the final barrier.
It offered a view of the man’s pale right thigh and the sharp hip bone where the towel fell away. Just a hint of trimmed pubic hair, but he couldn’t actually see anything yet. It was pure torture. At first, he’d thought the guy was just going to jerk off under the towel and let Robby watch like the pervert he’d apparently become. But being teased like this sent his mind wild, hungry to see the man entirely naked. The urge was so strong that he shoved his own hand under his towel, his cock spurting precum as he stroked himself a few times.
“Come over here, big boy.” The guy patted the bench next to him.
Robby was standing up before he could even think about it. He hesitated after two steps, but his dick made the final decision when the guy finished unwrapping the towel completely.
His cock was gorgeous. Average in length but incredibly thick, the tip red and dripping. It made Robby lick his lips as he stopped right in front of him.
“Let me see you.” The guy tilted his head, licking his own lips in imitation.
Robby undid his towel without a second thought, too horny to consider the risks. He held the ends of the fabric and pulled it open.
His own cock sprang free. He was longer and slightly less thick, but just as hard and dripping just as much as the guy. They were a match, he thought.
“Mhm,” the guy hummed, leaning back. He fisted his own cock and began stroking lazily. “Big, just like the rest of you.” His eyes traced up Robby’s body with zero shame, his teeth catching his bottom lip as he looked up through his lashes. “I like big boys.”
It’s a dream, was the only thing Robby’s brain could manage. It’s a wet dream and I’m gonna wake up any second.
But then the guy reached out and fisted Robby’s cock in his other hand. And that was real—so real that a rope of precum shot out of Robby, nearly making him double over.
The guy seemed delighted by the reaction, his mouth widening into a big smile. The tip of his tongue peeked between his lips as he leaned forward.
He kept leaning until he took Robby into his mouth. It was warm, wet, and perfect—so perfect that Robby moaned loud enough to echo off the walls. He thrust forward, letting his towel drop to fist a handful of those gorgeous curls he’d been thinking about for months.
The guy didn’t seem to mind, or maybe he was just too busy sucking Robby's dick like he was born to do it. Robby tightened his grip and let him work, watching those pink lips stretch around his shaft, feeling the tightness of the man's throat as he swallowed him down effortlessly.
The guy had serious skill. He worked his tongue along the underside of Robby’s cock, one hand clutching hard at Robby’s thigh, nails digging in, while the other reached up to fondle his balls.
Robby could feel the pleasure building behind his eyes. His balls drew tight, and the wet, sucking sound of the guy deepthroating him coiled deep in his gut.
It probably wasn't even two minutes before he gripped the guy’s curls and tried to pull him back, trying to warn him with something other than a groan. But the guy wouldn’t pull away, and Robby inevitably came. He held the man's head, pushing as deep as he could, pouring his release down his throat for what felt like an eternity. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him while the guy swallowed and tongued his shaft through it all.
He hadn’t come that hard in ages, and it took a second for his brain to reboot as he finally pulled back to let the guy breathe. Even with white spots dotting his vision, he could see the man licking his lips and smirking up at him, looking completely unbothered after giving Robby the best head of his entire life.
The guy fisted his own cock again, stroking fast and hard now, licking his lips over and over.
Robby dropped to his knees. It was only fair to return the favor.
The guy spread his legs to give him space, guiding the tip of his dick to Robby’s lips and pushing the head inside. He tasted salty, and the heavy musk of precum and sweat made Robby lightheaded in the best way possible.
I’m sucking off a Greek god, he thought, looking up at the planes of glistening, defined muscle greeting him as he worked his mouth around that perfect cock. His lips stretched as he took him in inch by inch. He’d never been amazing at deepthroating, but he sure as hell didn’t give bad blowjobs. He pushed himself a little farther down the shaft and let saliva pool in his mouth, pulling off briefly to spit the thick slick to ease the slide of his hand. He tongued the underside of the head, drinking in the beautiful noises the man was making.
Even if someone walked in right now, Robby would keep sucking this guy's dick like he’d been starved for months. He couldn’t get enough of it—the taste, the smell, the noises, the ache settling into his jaw as he bobbed his head fast, working his hand in tandem over the parts of the shaft he couldn’t quite reach.
It was messy and loud, spit covering Robby’s hand and beard, dripping down the guy's shaft and into his grey pubic hair.
It was over too fast, just like Robby’s own release. The guy arched his back and pushed deep into his mouth before shooting off. Robby sputtered a bit, a little out of practice, but he suckled the head and greedily took all the cum into his mouth. He pulled back with a loud pop once the guy stopped twitching, opening his mouth to show the pool of cum on his tongue before swallowing it down under the attentive, lust-blown gaze of those green eyes.
His knees ached as he stood up and gathered his towel. He was breathing too fast for a room full of steam, his lungs straining for air.
“I’m Jack, by the way.”
The guy—Jack—was wrapping his own towel around his waist, smiling up at Robby. But this smile was softer, and Robby couldn’t help but smile back.
“Robby.”
“Nice to put a name to that gorgeous face.”
“Same here.”
Robby looked around, unsure of what he was supposed to say next, or if he should just leave without another word.
“I was planning to shower in twenty or so,” Jack said, his hand drifting down his abs. “If you’re interested.”
Robby was. He sat his ass right back down on the bench just in time for someone else to walk in—an older man who barely minded them sitting together in the corner before taking a seat of his own.
