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.
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The second gay marriage is legalized Carter and Benton make eye contact and immediately propose to one another. Benton gets down on one knee, which Carter can't do quickly with his back so he doesn't even try. But while they talk over each Carter finishes his proposal first, a short 'marry me' with soft eyes and a soft smile that slowly widens as Benton gets up off the floor with a stupid beautiful look on his face and kisses him. They part and talk over each other again as they say 'yes'. They laugh and kiss and make love, then quickly put their clothes on to get the paperwork together and get to the courthouse as soon as possible in case it's suddenly repealed. They talk and plan for an official wedding in the spring while they spend the days wrangling it all together.
Both of them insist to the other that they proposed first. For the rest of their lives, they rehash the old argument, only half serious, again and again.
Jack slams to a halt the second he sees him. It’s not possible. He’s snapped. He’s hallucinating. No matter what he thinks he’s seeing, there’s no way in hell a twenty-something Michael Robinavitch is standing in front of him.
The pup is damn near identical to the mate Jack never had. His alpha wants to grab him and drag him away, get on his knees and apologize for giving up on them so easily. He shouldn’t have let Robby end their courtship without a fight, but he was so heartbroken his brain wouldn’t work and his perfect omega was out the door before Jack could even begin to wonder what he’d done wrong.
“Dr. Abbot,” the department head says. Jack hadn’t even noticed her, all his attention was wrapped in the ghost standing in front of him. “This is Dr. Carter. He’s one of our MS4s.”
“Nice to meet you,” Jack rasps. He shakes the ghost’s hand, they’re softer than Robby’s ever were, but that warm smile is exactly like he remembers.
“Nice to meet you too,” Carter says. “You know, it’s funny, my—“ The doors of the ambulance bay spring open and shouting overwhelms whatever he says.
“I’m sorry?” Jack needs to sit down, but there’s never a chance here.
Carter waves him off. “Not important.” He heads off to the trauma and Jack follows foolishly behind.
Every time Carter is on Jack’s shift he spends the whole time staring at him, wondering if he actually is his Mikey’s pup. He must be, the odds of someone else having a pup that looks exactly like him down to the crinkle by his eyes when he smiles are slim to none. Jack imagines what Robby would look like now. Stunningly beautiful, he’s certain. Those lines Jack loved would be permanently etched on his face, and he bets his thin waist has fattened sweetly with age. Jack would give anything to have seen him pregnant.
When they were courting, Jack would curl behind Robby and rub his palm over his stomach, picturing how it would feel when it expanded to grow their pup. Now, he lays in bed alone between shifts and tries not to vomit at the thought of some other alpha getting that instead.
He does the math on Carter’s age and pinches the bridge of his nose to stop himself from crying. How soon after their courtship did Robby get pupped? Was there some other alpha waiting for him while Jack thought they were planning a life together? Or worse, had already taken Robby while he was still Jack’s?
Pathetic as it is, he can’t stop the tears. Fifty years old, spending his day off sobbing in bed over an omega that had forgotten about him when their lives were still intertwined.
As gruesome as it is to see Carter happily bouncing around the ED, Jack won’t deny that he appreciates the small distraction from his pity party. He often eavesdrops on Carter’s chatting in the hopes of hearing something definitive about his mother.
One day, he overhears Carter mention that his first name is John, which is salt in the wound, but it gives Jack enough to google him like a creep without risking his coworkers finding him digging into their student’s private life.
John Carter is an unfortunately popular name, but after an hour of searching, Jack finds an Instagram account under jcartera. Carter doesn’t post very much, but there is one photo that takes Jack’s breath away.
Michael Robinavitch, twenty-five years older than the last time Jack saw him, hugging his pup tightly as they celebrate Carter’s graduation. He’s even more gorgeous than Jack imagined. His eyes shine proudly, and his smile is just as hypnotic as Jack remembered.
He clicks the photo for a closer look, and takes it in like oxygen. His eyes dart to Robby’s neck; he can’t see a bite. What idiot wouldn’t mate Robby?
Jack scrolls to the next photo and it’s as if a knife is driven into his heart. Robby looks almost exactly how Jack remembers him, the only difference is the bit of weight remaining around his jawline, and baby Carter snug against his chest.
A heavy weight slams into Jack. He wishes so badly he could’ve been the alpha that gave Robby that smile; that they could’ve had a pup and treasured them together.
Or even Carter. He’s such a wonderful young man, Jack would’ve been happy to claim him regardless of who his actual father was. He was always so weak for Robby; Jack would’ve raised any pup of his if for nothing else than to keep his dream omega in his life.
Jack goes back to the graduation photo. There’s an account tagged on Robby’s shoulder, m.robby; Jack gnaws his bottom lip and considers if this is a bridge to far, but figures he’s already past inappropriate.
Robby’s account is even emptier than Carter’s. He’s posted the same graduation picture, and a photo of a sunset with no caption. Jack sighs and goes back to Carter’s account. He stares at the two photos and imagines a whole different life.
He sees that life every time Carter’s name is mentioned for the next month. The first break he gets from the taunting fantasy comes after hours of working on the victims of a six car pile up.
Jack is taking his first real breath since the trauma was called in, sitting alone on a bench outside the ambulance bay, when Carter comes out, cheeks red and hair sticking to his forehead.
“Oh, hi, Dr. Abbot,” he smiles. Jack wonders if Carter got his ability to bounce back from his father because Robby had a nasty habit of taking every lost patient to heart.
“Hey, Carter. How you holding up?”
“Been better.” He takes the spot next to Jack. “I’m really glad that girl pulled through. She had me scared.”
“You and me both.”
Carter hums. “Maybe it’s an Abbot thing.”
Jack’s eyebrows furrow.
“I’m making a joke,” Carter laughs. “Because we have the same last name.”
All the air evaporates from Jack’s lungs. “What?”
“Just, because we were thinking the same thing and both our last names are Abbot.” Carter shrugs. “It’s stupid. There’s a reason I’m a doctor and not a comedian.”
Jack blinks, hard and heavy. “I thought your last name was Carter.”
He shakes his head. “No, Carter’s my middle name. I went by it in school, and when I continued for this rotation to avoid confusion after I found out there was already a Dr. Abbot.” He frowns. Good God, he is the absolute spit of Robby. “I thought you knew.”
“No,” Jack says, breathless.
“I told you on my first day.”
Jack’s head is spinning. “I’d definitely remember that if you did.”
Carter, Abbot, John Carter Abbot, looks at him strangely before brightening. “Oh, yeah! The trauma came in and I forgot. Huh. Doesn’t matter, I guess.”
It does matter. It matters more than anything in the world. “Your name is John Abbot,” Jack says stupidly.
“Yeah?”
“My name is John Abbot.”
Carter’s frown returns. “But… I swear I’ve heard the other attendings call you Jack?”
“That— yeah. That’s the name I’ve gone by since childhood,” he laughs shallowly. He could wake up in a padded cell at any moment. “I’m named after my uncle, so I got called Jack to avoid confusion.”
“Oh.” Carter stares at his feet. “I’m named after my dad…”
Jack grabs the back of the bench to avoid giving himself a concussion when he inevitably passes out.
Carter at him with wide, somewhat frightened, eyes. “Do you… um, did you know a Michael Robinavitch?”
“Yes,” Jack whispers. His grip on the bench tightens.
All the color in Carter’s face drains. “How well?”
“Extremely.”
A far away glaze covers Carter’s eyes, he looks as dizzy as Jack feels. “Jesus Christ.”
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.
