summary: robby, in a phase of what he considers insanity, downloads grindr and ends up meeting a man that is everything his dreams are made of. turns out the man in question means more to him than he thinks, and the "stranger" knew the whole time.
warnings: mature content
pt.1
Robby has spent the last 10 minutes trying to wrap his head around the experience he's having right now, trying to find the right word to describe it. And, so far, he's only come up with one.
Bliss.
He's almost completely naked, save for his boxers, and has had Jack Abbot's lips pressed up against every square inch of bare skin that's been revealed to him. The man in question has also given both of them the liberty of not doing this on the couch like they initially were going to.
The heat between them took no time to build. Hands and lips were everywhere. Jack pushed him away from the doorway until the back of his knees hit the cushions and he fell down to be eye level with his dick and he looked up at him with a desperation he didn't even know he was capable of.
Here's the thing, if you were going to accuse Robby of using Grindr as not only an outlet to scratch an itch, but to distract himself from the hopelessness that he had that this current situation he's in would happen at all, you wouldn't be wrong. Ever since they met, with Jack fresh out the Army and even fresher out of med school, Robby knew he was going to be an issue for him.
Between losing his wife and the PTSD from his military days, Robby has been there for Jack every time he could possibly need him, and Jack has far too often done the same for him. This commitment, this closeness, this care from the only person in his life that hasn't gotten tired of him yet or cut and run completely took root in chest and for years he's been taking gardening scissors to it when it got too tall. But now he doesn't have to. Not after this shocking realization, found out in the arguably most demented way possible, that he feels the same way
So again, Robby should be infuriated, he should. But he's already had Jack's dick in his mouth and he's on his queen bed in his apartment being torn apart by his touch and his words. No frustration to be found here.
"God, fuck, you look even better in person", Jack states between kisses.
"Jack-"
"No I'm savoring this. You're so fucking gorgeous, I'm not letting tonight go to waste."
"You'll have me for more than tonight if you want." Robby immediately regretted saying that as soon as he finished speaking. This isn't about his fear that Jack would get up tomorrow morning and feel like he's made the worst mistake of his life, this is about them fucking now and dealing with the honesty of it later. Or never.
But of course, it's too late. And Jack is his number one bullshit detector.
"I do. I really do. But this is a first, and you're something I'm gonna cherish."
Tears probably would've sprung if it wasn't for the sudden, overwhelming sensation of his hand on his hard bulge that's been screaming to be touched this whole time. He immediately lets out an embarrassing sound and arches his back in a way he'll probably regret in the morning.
Cold air hits his dick as Jack fully strips him. "Oh, look at you", his hands run up and down his torso, "I'm so excited to make a mess of you."
"Fuck, Jack-"
"I'm planning on it baby", he says right before he meets him in another long, heated kiss.
"This is crazy", Robby pants, "You do realize how crazy this is."
"Unfortunately, yeah. And it's my fault. But here we are."
"Here we are. And my patience in running thin."
At that, Jack smirks and leans over Robby to open his nightstand, "You do have lube in here don't you?"
He blushes a bright red
Jack just huffs out a laugh, "You touch yourself before Rob? Or am I gonna be the first person to work you open?"
"No, I have."
"Ever been fucked before?", he asks with the audacity of a man actively lubing up his wide fingers.
"Long time ago."
"Well, I may not be the first, but I sure as hell hope I'll be the last."
Robby has no idea what to say to that. No idea how to feel about it besides the building emotion threatening to choke him, which isn't a bad way to go given the view. Instead of responding with something he may never recover from, he deflects, "Take your leg off. Don't want you getting some nasty ache from it."
Jack just looks at him with a newfound softness and sits down on the edge of the bed and listens. The prosthesis gets laid against his dresser and then he's suddenly being stretched by hands he's dreamt about way too many times.
He groans and pushes into the touch.
"That good baby?"
"Fuck, fuck yes."
"Good."
Jack actually surprisingly stays quiet for the rest of the ordeal. Robby, not so much. He's groaning and sighing and moaning through becoming more and more stuffed. And then Jack is on his knees.
"You ready?"
He just nods breathlessly and leans forward to grip Jack's waist.
Feeling the man sink into him is something he'll never be able to explain and also something he really wishes he'll be able to replicate. Especially the words continuously coming out of Jack.
"Goddamn, you're so tight."
"Yeah, c'mon, give it to me."
"I could do this all night, look at you."
"You feel so good Mike, holy shit."
Yeah, he could afford to do this again.
∆
The post-coital air of his master has him feeling more serene than he has in ages. He feels completely fucked out and calm when Jack slings an arm over his torso and plants his chin on his shoulder.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Do you want to talk now or later?"
He's not even surprised the question was asked, "Now, probably."
"Woah, did you actually go to that therapist I told you about?"
"Shut the hell up before I change my mind."
Jack chuckles, "This a one time thing?"
"I thought I already made it clear it wasn't."
"Well you did text me for sex."
"Yeah, well I didn't know it was you, you maniac. And you were the one who started it."
"I guess I did. But fortunately for me, the guy I met turned out to be the most captivating person I know and I would really like to treat him right."
Robby stares at the ceiling. "Seriously?"
And in typical Jack fashion, he sits up to put himself right in Robby's line of view, "Seriously. Will you let me?"
"I don't think I could stop you even if I wanted to. And I don't want to."
A smile, and another kiss that's slow and soft and lasts long enough to warm him up again. "Don't you have work in the morning?"
"I do."
"Better get to sleeping then, don't want everybody to be subject to you sleep deprived."
"I usually am" he says far too casual for Jack's liking.
"Hmm, now you've got me on your ass more than ever so that's gonna change."
Robby just settles comfortably, runs a hand through his curls, and says "Okay", very softly.
"Healthy habits are coming your way big guy, better prepare yourself."
"That's rich coming from you."
"This isn't about me", he says as he runs a hand over Robby's eyes and shushes him.
The night ends with laughter, much like many in the future do.
Ever since he walked in on Robby with a stranger that one time, Jack has been paranoid every time he enters the dorm. Any day of the week, all hours of the day he worries about walking in on Robby enjoying some other man.
It’s just gross. They share a space, and Jack has the good sense not to bring any women around here, Robby should give him the same respect.
He says as much one night when he’s humping Robby’s ass like a dog, hoping that’ll make him more pliable, but all Robby does is roll his eyes.
“Jesus Christ. It was one time. I don't usually come back here," he says.
Jack’s top lip curls. "What? You like to fuck guys in dark alleys?"
"You shouldn't go sticking your dick where you can't see."
A horrible smugness takes over Robby's face. "Oh, you've got me on the wrong side of the wall."
He's bullshitting. Jack is almost certain. 99.9%, but doubt lingers. Jack hates it. "I don't like you talking back."
"I don't care what you like anymore," Robby says. "We can keep this up, but I'm enjoying myself."
"You weren't before?" The thought is a heavy hit to Jack's ego.
Robby hums. “This is alright.” He reaches into his underwear and starts jerking himself off. Like Jack isn’t even there, or he’s just some toy helping Robby reach his own orgasm.
“It’ll be better if you let me fuck you.” Ever since that morning, Robby has had a strict no entrance policy on his asshole, and he rarely gets fully undressed anymore. Thankfully, he’s still willing to blow Jack, but only if he sets the pace. Gone are the days of Jack getting to fuck Robby’s face like the wimpy little queer he is, which is a shame because Jack knows Robby liked it as much as he did.
“Kiss me and you can,” Robby sneers.
Jack pushes himself up on his knees, distancing himself from Robby's tempting lips. "You wish." He juts his hips in silence, letting Robby's breathy sounds and the creak of the bed lead him to orgasm. Even as his dick softens, Jack continues to grind his crotch against the base of the plug sticking out of Robby's hole. It's too much; painful electric shocks zip through every touch, but he needs to play some part in Robby's peak.
Robby is just as captivating as always during his orgasm. Head tilted back, exposing his long, flushed neck, with desperate whimpers jumping out of his throat as his cock spurts white lines. Some of it escapes his tiny briefs and makes a pretty dotted line under his belly button. Jack has to bite his tongue to resist licking it up.
"That scratched an itch," Robby teases, stretching like he's woken from a nap. Nothing like the fucked out bliss Jack was hoping for. "But I'm still going out tonight."
"Fuck off," Jack bites. His legs wobble under him as he retreats to the bathroom.
"You should come," Robby calls after him.
Yeah fucking right. Jack lines himself up over the toilet and forces himself to pee, anything to get him away from Robby for a moment, away from his invite to whatever dilapidated building the city's homos meet in.
Piss dribbles into the toilet. Robby’s offered for Jack to tag along to The Man Hole before; the name alone is enough to make Jack grimace. He can't imagine how filthy he'd feel stepping inside; he's sure whatever that place is, someone like Robby has no business hanging around there. Jack stuffs his dick back in his pants and ignores Robby for the rest of the afternoon.
Long after the sun sets, Robby leans against Jack's half of the wall. "Sure you don't want to come?" He's cut the bottom half of his shirt off, exposing the soft hair that stretches from his belly button to under the waistband of his panties that pokes out over his jeans.
"No," Jack grits out. He turns back to his book and clenches his fist as Robby leaves.
What the fuck is Robby going to do there anyway? Drink shitty beer? Or maybe a frilly girl drink; that might be the only thing they sell at homo bars. He has to be lying about the glory hole. There's no way he would actually do that.
What if Robby does? What if he does it for the first time tonight just to prove a point to Jack? No way. Jack grabs his keys and runs out the door.
The Man Hole is more difficult to find than Jack anticipated, but eventually he finds the glowing red sign in a dingy part of town. The lights in the 'O' wink at him. Fitting.
It's way more crowded inside than Jack anticipated; men in mesh shirts and cut-off shorts keep knocking into him. One guy winks at him, but Jack ignores him, solely focused on finding Robby and dragging him far away from here.
Just when Jack is starting to think Robby was giving him the runaround and didn't come here at all, Jack spots a familiar head of hair. In theory, there's nothing special about it: straight, brown, and short, like half the fuckers in here, but Jack knows that hair. He's felt it between his fingers and yanked at it in desperation.
There's an older guy behind Robby, holding his waist, caging him against the bar, and whispering something in his ear. Robby laughs at something he says and leans back in his grip, tilting his head up and saying something that scrapes his lips over the man's jaw.
Jack stares. It's better than a glory hole, but not by much. This guy's greasy fucking hair is tickling Robby's cheek, and Jack has to suppress the impulse to rip it out of this guy's scalp.
He's picturing all the ways he could beat the snot out of this guy when Robby spots him, and it only takes one horrible second for him to decide to punish Jack.
Robby wraps his arms around the man's shoulders and captures his lips in his own. The man doesn't waste any time. He envelopes Robby's bare waist with his large hands and pushes Robby back against the bar.
The whole bar goes red. Jack shoves his way through the crowd, grabs the man's shirt with two angry fists and throws him back. Jack can hear him stumbling and cursing behind him, but he doesn't give a fuck. All his attention is on Robby.
Jack takes the man's place, caging Robby in, and presses a hot, wet kiss to Robby's neck. He can feel the gasp in Robby's throat against his lips.
"What the fuck?" The guy's rasping voice echoes. Jack detaches himself from Robby's neck and looks up. Robby is staring back at him with rich brown eyes. "You didn't say you had a boyfriend."
"I don't," Robby says. His eyes never leave Jack's.
Jack leans in close and whispers in Robby's ear, "I kissed you. You said if I wanted to fuck you, I had to kiss you. You never said where."
One corner of Robby's mouth quirks up. "Touché." He looks past Jack's shoulder. "Sorry."
"Fuckin' whatever," the guy mutters. Good riddance.
Robby grabs Jack's hand and drags him through the crowded bar. A warm tingle spreads through Robby's fingers into Jack, sprinting up the length of his arm, through his chest, to a flutter in his stomach.
The bathroom lights are a lot brighter than the main area. Jack blinks stupidly, waiting for his eyes to adjust, and lets Robby guide him to the last stall.
There's a hole in the wall leading to the next stall over.
The fluttering in Jack's stomach becomes a grating churn. "You don't really..."
Robby follows his eye line and laughs. "Ew, no." He pushes Jack playfully. "I only fuck hot guys."
Jack's chest puffs. "So you weren't gonna fuck that dude?"
"Hey! I thought he was handsome."
A disapproving noise comes from Jack. Robby grins and slings his arms around Jack's neck.
"It's in your best interest to trust my taste," he teases. He tightens his arms until they're barely two inches apart. Robby must have been one of God's favorite creations, because there is no reason for him to be this beautiful.
The beauty closes his eyes and comes impossibly closer. At the last second, Jack turns his head, and Robby's lips land on his cheek, barely missing the corner of his mouth.
Robby pulls away and clicks his jaw in irritation. "Seriously?"
"I held up my end of the deal," Jack argues.
"No, you found a loophole." His hands land on his hips. They are accentuated stunningly by his exposed underwear. "Which I will honor under one condition."
"What?" Jack's dick has been throbbing since he felt Robby's pulse under his lips; he'll do anything. The fantasy of kissing Robby properly enters his head again. Almost anything.
"Kiss me again. If you're not going to kiss me right, you're gonna kiss me as much as you want to fuck me."
Robby's head hits the wall with a small thunk as Jack shoves him against it. His lips are locked on Robby's neck before he can think, leaving a sloppy, wet trail in his wake.
It isn't long before the collar of Robby's shirt gets in his way. Without thinking, Jack lifts Robby's cropped shirt and kisses the center of his chest. Robby is too thin for there to be any semblance of cleavage, but he reacts with pretty sighs just like all the girls Jack has had before.
It's too easy to take one of Robby's nipples in his mouth. Jack swirls his tongue around the bud, sucking and nipping around it, anything to keep Robby's pretty moans going.
Robby fists his hands in Jack's curls, which gets a moan rumbling through Jack. He wonders if this is how it feels when he holds Robby while he goes down on him.
Jack continues his way down Robby's soft stomach, giving special attention to his happy trail.
"That's good," Robby sighs. "So good."
Jack needs to hear more of that.
He licks a long stripe over the waistband of Robby's panties and undoes his jeans. They fall to the floor in a pathetic pile, and the tent of Robby's straining dick has never been closer to his face.
No. No way.
Jack flips Robby so his front is pressed against the wall. He pulls the backside of Robby's tiny briefs down and relishes in the way his ass bounces from the movement.
He decorates one cheek with sloppy kisses and kneads the other with a wide palm.
"Jack," Robby gasps. "Oh, fuck." He reaches back and replaces one hand back on Jack's head. His grip isn't as good from this angle, but the way his blunt nails scratch at the back of Jack's neck is hypnotizing.
Jack uses one thumb to spread Robby's cheeks and feel his empty hole. "No plug?"
Robby scoffs. "And risk it hitting this floor?"
Excellent point. The foul condition of what he's kneeling on hadn't been at the forefront of Jack's mind, too engrossed in Robby, but he sure as hell wouldn't want any of his shit to touch it either. He wouldn't be in here at all if it weren't for the incentive in front of him.
He spreads Robby's cheeks with both hands, fully exposing his fluttering hole. He's frequently wondered how different it would be to have his tongue here versus a pussy. Jack runs his thumb across it, and it flutters. Practically begging for Jack to find out.
Girls have asses...
He licks a long, thick stripe over Robby's hole. A sharp gasp and a firm yank on his hair are the first answer he gets. He takes another lick.
"Fuck! Jack, are you out of your mind?"
Maybe. It's not anything like a pussy. Not as soft or wet, but it's got it's own allure. Tighter for sure. He digs his hand into the meat of Robby's ass and worms his tongue inside. It's softer than he thought.
Gorgeous whimpers echo through the bathroom. God, Jack wishes they were back in the dorm. He would lay Robby down and trace his insides all night.
His tongue slips out, and Jack zigzags over the outside, adoring the way Robby twitches at the sensation. Jack shoves his own hand down the front of his jeans and jerks his cock with hard strokes.
Robby is gasping and whimpering his name so prettily. All Jack can think about is getting him off like this, making Robby cum in his little panties because Jack is eating him out. No dick needed.
It isn't long before Robby is pushing back against his face, chasing his own orgasm. Fuck, there is nowhere else Jack ever wants to be but right here.
He feels the moment Robby cums. Robby shakes and quivers around Jack's tongue and moans like a howl. Jack prays everyone in the bar heard him. Especially that fucker from earlier.
Robby is clenching in the aftershocks when Jack soils his own jeans. He sprays hot and desperate into his own hand and pumps until there's nothing left for him to give.
Jack pants in the open air, wishing he was back buried inside Robby, gathering his bearings as Robby redresses himself.
"Okay," Robby sighs. "Deal kept."
He's ethereal, standing over Jack like this. He looms like a marble statue. Something for Jack to beg and pray at the feet of.
Robby grabs Jack's hand and helps him stand. "Let's go home."
All Jack can do is nod. Robby could guide him anywhere right now, and he'd be too entranced to stop him.
Whitsantos makes me so fucking crazy and it's so obvious how much Dennis loves Trinity and how much he gets her, knows exactly the kind of person she is.
"You leave your dirty clothes everywhere." Meaning Dennis goes home after a punishing day at work and feels free to shed his skin.
"You eat all of my avocados as soon as they ripen." Meaning a previously food-insecure Dennis, who was sneaking sandwiches at work, knows for keeps that he will be fed.
"You keep pausing the tv to ask the dumbest questions." Meaning Dennis knows that Trinity will answer his questions, no matter how dumb.
Dennis Whitaker feels safe with Trinity Santos. End of transmission.
oh i know michael ‘secretly pining for my best friends since college’ ‘robby’ robinavitch been going absolutely insane ever since dennis joined the pitt
Victoria who reluctantly wore lace panties for her 21st birthday not knowing that she'll be ending up with Cassie in bed at the end of it. And Cassie opening up a surprise when she hoisted up Victoria's skirt seeing pink lace decorating her skin. She doesn't let her take it off as she eats her out with the panties on till she's crying and calling her mommy and that's probably the best gift that Victoria has received.
i love rabbot where they have been down bad for eachother from the start. like they met and both of them instantly became obsessed with the other.
it didn't take them very long to get together, maybe a few months at most. perhaps it was after a night out and they were both a little tipsy and one of them made the first move, or maybe they were hanging out at one of their places (or even their dorm if you want rabbot roommates) and one thing led to another and all of the sudden the pair were kissing.
after getting together they were as attached at the hip as they could be at the time. they were rarely seen without the other and if they were it probably wasn't by choice. by the time jack was ready to ship of for the military they had been dating for YEARS so they decided to stay together even if it was hard.
that was until robby's dumbass felt guilty that he could potentially bring harm to jack and broke up with him. but that didn't last long, by some miracle 3 months post breakup jack and robby happen to run in to eachother and it was as if nothing changed. there were a lot of apologies said from robby and jack was just happy to have his man back. jack even proposed even though they couldn't get married legally. next time jack was on leave he made sure to have a ring for robby, plain and simple but he was just happy to be able to show that robby was taken. jack loved gushing to his friends on base about his fiancé back home and he was never doubted even though all he did was switch the pronouns and if asked his girl back home was named "michelle".
years down the line they were finally able to get married legally and neither of them couldn't wait. the day gay marriage became legal in PA those boys raced to the court house. they had a small wedding ceremony with their loved ones and both of them had the biggest smiles on their faces. they had waited almost 20 years for this and they can't believe they're finally married.
it's even funnier to think about how they kept their own last names at work so that there wasn't any confusion caused. so everytime a new med student or resident comes they are so confused about rabbot's dynamic. obviously they are both married, but why do they never talk about their spouses. robby's wedding band is a nice silver ring plain, while abbot's is thicker and made out of a hat looks to be steel or something similar. even though they work separate shifts whenever there is overlap it becomes the robby's ogling abbot show and they don't understand why a married man is staring at a fellow attending like that. obviously they eventually find out he truth but it's never from robby or jack themselves.
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