i will forever owe my allegiance to the pitt solely for the fact that it gave me trinity santos. she’s sarcastic. she’s rude. she’s abrasive. she loves taking care of other people. she’s a survivor of sexual abuse. she’s struggled with suicidality. she hates when she isn’t believed. she is deeply scarred and wounded. she uses humor as a coping mechanism. she struggles with self harm. she is the most empathetic person you will ever know. she is deeply loving and generous. she’s ashamed of her own love and joy. she doesn’t take care of herself. she would rather be hated than taken advantage of again. she holds grudges. she doesn’t like herself. she tirelessly advocates for everyone she comes across because she knows what it is to be small and vulnerable and helpless. she knows that kindness is weakness but she cannot help but be kind over and over again.
The first time Jack gets to fuck Robby after their brief separation is so desperate it’s honestly pathetic. Jack blows his load in record time, but thankfully Robby thinks it’s hot so he doesn’t get teased about it.
Afterward, Jack is about to crawl out of Robby’s bed when Robby asks, “Is your bed really that much more comfortable than mine?”
Jack frowns. “I’m pretty sure everyone has the same mattress.”
“So why bother moving?”
Good point. Jack lays back on Robby’s bed, very careful not to touch him. It’s not an easy feat in this tiny bed, but Jack manages it.
That is, until Robby makes himself comfortable on his chest. He's warm and delightfully heavy. His arm wraps around to Jack's other side, and his tired fingers run the course of Jack's ribs.
It's kinda impossible not to touch someone who is lying on top of you. Jack's hand ends up resting on Robby's waist, but only because that's where it would fall naturally. Robby just happens to have put himself in the way.
After that, Jack sleeps in Robby's bed every time they fuck, which is most nights. Fine by Jack. Saves him from getting his own bed filthy, and for reasons unknown, he has been waking up more rested in Robby's bed.
It's been a long, boring day. Jack may have managed to scrape by with a passing grade on his biology exam, but he isn't overly confident. Nothing like a good fuck to take his mind off of it.
Robby is reading on his bed, wearing a pair of gorgeously tempting exercise shorts that show off the pale expanse of his inner thighs; Jack's head is already filled with fantasies of leaving purple bruises on them.
He drops his bag and beelines to Robby, who looks at him oddly. Jack has taken his usual position, holding himself on top, and is ready to latch his mouth to Robby's neck when his path is blocked by the book.
Jack groans and goes for the other side, but the hardcover smacks into his chin again. "I don't like this game," he mutters.
"Uh..." Robby lowers the book. His usual pretty blush is replaced by an almost sickly pale expression. "I don't think-- I've been thinking..." He winces. "We should put this on pause."
Jack's heart sinks. "Why?" He's been good. He's been so good. Robby always finishes their time together satisfied, and Jack eats him out like it's his fucking job. His own orgasm has become his second priority.
"Well..." Robby gnaws at his bottom lip. It isn't as cute as it usually is. "One of the guys at the bar asked me out, like for real. We've been on a couple dates now, and I don't know, it's not serious, but I feel like I shouldn't be fucking you at the same time."
"Oh," Jack says stupidly. He wants to ask who this guy is; interrogate Robby about every detail pertaining to this guy. Not that it matters. There's nothing Robby could tell him that would make this guy good enough; no one on Earth is good enough for Robby. "Good for you. Or whatever."
Jack darts to the bathroom and takes a shower as an excuse to hide. The pit in his stomach won't go away no matter how hard he scrubs. By the time he's done, his skin has been rubbed so raw that even putting his shirt on makes him feel tender. He slouches over his desk and reads six chapters of his Biochemistry textbook even though he took that class last semester.
The next few weeks are as easy as a stroll through Hell. Jack can't tell if the time is sprinting or dragging by.
Robby goes out with that guy damn near every night, and he always comes back late, if he returns at all.
The tiny dorm is too big without him. Jack ends up running from party to party, hookup to hookup, like a chicken with its head cut off. Maybe he is.
Most times, he ends up faking his orgasm and throwing the condom away before they can see that it's empty. Jerking off doesn't help either. No matter what he tries to imagine, Robby worms his way in.
He stares unblinking at the porn mag in his left hand. The woman is gorgeous, with huge tits and a belly button ring Jack knows he'd like to tug on with his teeth, but it doesn't matter. His brain makes her chest flat, and the ring becomes the starting point for a thick happy trail. He cums, but there's an unsatisfied rock sitting in his gut afterward.
Nearly a month after he last touched Robby, Jack is lying in the dark, failing to fall asleep, when he hears a soft moan come from Robby's side of the room. It's been about a week since Robby last stayed out with his boyfriend, but Jack had been too cowardly to ask about it.
Robby's moans are like music to his ears. Jack's dick is fully invested within seconds. He reaches down and strokes himself to Robby's little gasps and pictures himself being the one to make them happen.
He knows the exact moment that Robby cums. It's breathy and beautiful no matter how much he tries to muffle himself with the pillow. Jack joins him not long after, though he's successful in a silent orgasm. He wipes himself somewhat clean with a dirty shirt and sleeps more soundly than he has in ages.
Jack initially planned on leaving the events of last night alone, but when he turns the corner, Robby is already awake and studying at his desk in nothing but his panties.
"Boyfriend not treating you right?" He asks.
Robby laughs shallowly and shakes his head. "We broke up."
Jack's heart pounds against his ribs. A heavyweight relieves itself from his shoulders, but at the same time, a storm cloud brews over him. What idiot would let Robby go? "When?"
"Last week."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Robby shrugs. "We don't really talk about dating, and I thought it would be weird to announce, 'oh, hey, we can fuck again.' Don't you think?"
"Yeah," Jack lies. Fuck weird. He could've been back inside Robby a week ago. He places a hand on Robby's desk and leans in close enough that his own breath bounces back off Robby's neck. "Why'd you split?"
A shy grin worms its way onto Robby's face. "It's stupid."
"I doubt that."
"It's petty."
"Tell me anyway."
Robby taps his finger on the wood, debating, then sighs. "He wouldn't suck me off."
Jack blinks. "What?"
"I don't know. He said he didn't do that, and well..." He looks up at Jack. Pretty long lashes flutter over his hypnotic eyes. "I figured that's a mistake you only make once."
Acid fills Jack's mouth; he doesn't like being a mistake.
"Don't worry about it," Robby says. "I'm not. There are other fish in the sea."
The thought of Robby going 'fishing' makes Jack want to throw up. He pushes the thought away by planting a wet kiss under his jaw; all thoughts of other men in his position fade away with Robby's pretty moans.
It's so easy to fall back into this pattern, like no time has passed at all. No one has ever come between them, or will.
Jack sinks to his knees, leaving a wet trail behind him. He pays special attention to Robby's nipples and happy trail as an apology for being away from them for so long. With each kiss, the bulge in Robby's underwear grows. It brushes Jack's chin as he hips at the waistline.
He massages Robby's thighs. They're so soft. Jack imagines staying here forever, content to worship Robby's silky skin and do nothing but pleasure him for all eternity.
When he moves to the other side, Robby's covered hard on kisses his nose. Jack stares at it as he sucks on Robby's unblemished skin.
...It isn't very intimidating. Jack has seen it before, so he knows Robby isn't offering anything he can't handle. Carefully, Jack lowers Robby's waistband. Robby lifts his hips and kicks the underwear away. He's red and leaking already. Jack's mouth detaches from Robby's skin with a small pop.
Robby's breath hitches when he realizes what Jack is thinking. "You don't have to. I know what I said, but I wasn't trying to convince you or anything. It's fine. I like what we do."
Jack looks up, but looks away just as quickly. Robby's pretty flush is too much to bear. He swallows. He needs to bite the bullet. It's fine. Everything will be fine.
He wraps his lips tentatively around the head of Robby's cock. It's saltier than he expected, but not bad. He tried to remember everything he's ever enjoyed when on the receiving end, but he's too overwhelmed to think. Especially with Robby's shuddering breaths and blunt nails scraping his scalp.
Jack sinks farther down and chokes with about an inch left. Jesus. Robby made this look easy. His dick has barely reached Jack's molars, and he's already gagging; meanwhile, Robby takes whatever he's given with no complaints except enticing tears that fill his eyes as he stares at Jack with need.
This is no place for pride, so Jack works his tongue over what he can and rubs the rest with two fingers. He sucks hard and tries to swallow all the pre cum, but Robby's flow is hard to keep up with, and he ends up with drool spilling pitifully out the corners of his mouth. It always manages to be hot when Robby gets sloppy; Jack hopes he's providing a similar experience.
He must be, he decides, because Robby's grip tightens and his breathing becomes more desperate. "Jack. Jack, I'm gonna—" He tugs at Jack's hair, which elicits a moan. Huh. Learn something new every day.
"Jack, seriously," Robby pants. "You need to pull off now."
That just makes him suck harder. Robby has always been so good for him. It's time he repaid the favor.
Except this is more difficult than it looked, too. Fuck, he has not been appreciating Robby as much as he should have been. Cum hits the back of Jack's throat and makes him sputter on instinct. He swallows what he can, but most of it dribbles down his chin and creates a pathetic puddle on the chair.
Jack wipes his face and, without thinking, licks his fingers clean.
"Jesus," Robby chuckles, breathless. "That's a sight for sore eyes."
Lightning shoots through Jack's spine. He stands, back ramrod straight, knees aching. "Good. Glad you liked that," he croaks.
Robby reaches for his boxers, but Jack steps out of reach. "Come on, I want to help."
"I'm good." Jack's vision is hazy. "Thanks though."
"Please? I like doing it, and it's been so long."
"I have somewhere I need to be," Jack lies. "So, I'm gonna go get ready."
He stumbles his way to the bathroom and lets the shower wash him away. The taste of Robby lingers in his mouth. There's a metallic undertone to it. Jack likes it. He hates that he likes it. Hot tears sting his eyes and blend with the water as they streak down his face.
sorry can I be frustrated for two seconds. I'm sorry I'm sorry I don't wanna be a hater pitt blog I like talking about things I like and characters I like etc etc but like just gimme a moment
having to take several big heavy long frustrated sighs over the fact that even now shabana isn't getting her flowers from the fandom 😭 like it's genuinely making me upset it's pissing me off. every single stupid tiktok comments section about the emmys and almost every post on here that I've seen is a huge wave of isa isa isa supriya supriya supriya isa and supriya and supriya and isa and like yes! they got snubbed! isa particularly in my opinion was fucking incredible and deserved the hell out of a nomination!
but the fact that almost NO ONE is talking about shabana like omfg 😭😭 two seconds ago y'all were up in arms that she's apparently not in s3 (she is) and now where is that crowd of defenders??? shabana had some of my favorite scenes all season. she's got an incredible accent. her expressions are always great. she's so completely believable as victoria and she had a great storyline. like why is no one talking about it 😭
she's got the raw emotion DOWN. I mean she literally had a whole range of scenes. she had the sillier ones that were so fucking good with the pittlings, the line delivery of "square root of 841?" like UGH. and holy fuck the scene "all they want is more time with their mom and all I want is less with mine" makes me BAWL every time I see it. so fucking incredible.
it just makes me really sad that not only did she get snubbed by the emmys, the fandom is barely talking about it :( like whereeee is the shabana and victoria love 😭😭😭😭 where was that energy when y'all were just soooo upset like a few weeks ago 😭😭😭
Something something trans Robby who was identifying as a butch lesbian for a long time during the late eighties early nineties and then as transsexual vecause that was the more popular term. Robby who started going by Robby because people got weird when he was openly a Jewish man with a Jewish last name. Robby who got top surgery in the early 2000s and doesn’t have nipples. Robby who didn’t date men for a long time becsuse he was afraid of being invalidated as a trans man. Robby who had to use unsafe means of getting testosterone until he was in his late 30s. Robby who resisted a relationship with Jack for a really long time becsuse he was jealous but also aware that Jack was like the pinnacle of masculinity in his mind. And then he fucked Jack within an inch of his life and got fucked the same night. Robby who didn’t change his name legally until 2017 and his sex marker.
