My name is Codfishher, but you can call me Cod! I strictly use he/him pronouns.
My posts currently cover the fandoms The Pitt and reboot Call of Duty. Most are x male reader, some x gender neutral reader. I also write character x character.
If a post is labeled x reader it's written with "you", whilst if it's x unspecified character the format is "he" or "they". Make sure you state your wish in the request.
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My blog is constantly open for requests and questions!
What I will write:
Character x male reader (you/yours)
Character x unspecified m!character (he/him)
Character x gender neutral reader (you/yours)
Character x unspecified gn!character (they/them)
Character x Character
Fluff, romantic and platonic
Smut between two men, or man x gn!reader
Angst, romantic and platonic
MCD
What I won't write:
Character x female reader
Smut between two women, man and woman, or woman x gn!reader
Rape/dubcon/CNC
Incest, fauxcest, stepcest
Beastiality
Kidnapping or torture in a romantic or sexual light
Necrophilia
I may not have gotten everything down, but you get the jist. For questions, the only rule is to act like a sane human being.
Masterlist
Not complete.
The Pitt:
Robby:
Robby and his husband, 1/2/
(Robby x unspecified m!character, breeding kink, creampie, blowjobs, handjobs)
FTM angst and comfort
(Robby x unspecified m!character, implied romantic feelings though can be read as platonic, dysphoria)
Drunken mishaps
(Robby x unspecified m!character, masturbation, drunkeness, attempted sex)
Middle-aged men...
(Robby x unspecified m!character, implied sexual content)
Stress relief (request)
(Robby x male reader, thigh humping, coming in pants, soft reader, implied sub/dom dynamic)
Robby's pup
(Robby x unspecified m!character, pup play, teeny bit of angst if you squint, comfort)
Animal
(Robby x unspecified FTM!character, slight dom/sub dynamic, riding, biting, primal play if you squint, dombot + subtop)
I had to be the one to have it! We love older guys in this household, AND he talked me through it with condescending praise đ
Jesus fucking Christ I love someone who can talk you through it especially an old man. Iâd literally cum jsut thinking about all the other men heâs fucked this way
Itâs such a fucking honor getting fucked or fucking an older man who has shit ton of experince with other men and for whatever reason he choose to fuck or get fucked by you, itâs literally the one thing that turns me into a rabbid dog who wants to prove myself to him like I can make you feel good I promise just give me a chance like fuck down on all four having him fully dressed while youâre pawing at his lap begging for a chance to suck his cock
[doesn't understand jacking off] and I'm supposed to... touch my penis? [shaking my head and smiling, murmuring to myself] touching my own penis... [chuckles] what will they come up with next
At the part of ER with Carter's squeamish med student and had a thought...
Carter who found a vampire passed out from starvation. He takes him in and ties him up to a radiator or something like that.
Sure, he knows this is highly unethical considering a vampire was once a man, but at the same time he's extremely intrigued.
So he sits down in front of it and cuts his arm slightly. At the first scent of blood the vampire awakens and lunges, trying desperately to get to the food.
He thrashes until he's burnt out his energy out and instead turns to making small pathetic whines.
A method to gain sympathy Carter presumes.
And yeah, it works, so he draws a little bit of his blood and stores it in a blood bag he stole from the hospital for some reason, lets the vampire sink his canines into it the watches him drink.
John really wants to get to know the guy and hopefully learn everything he can, but he can't have a vampire going on a rampage every time he smells blood.
So he does what his family did to dogs and whatever their favourite food was: he desensitises him!
It takes many weeks of almost daily small cuts, but finally the vampire goes from animalistic instinct to simply stare at the crimson drop and swallow the saliva gathered in his mouth.
Throughout this Carter has been feeding him a little bit of his own blood, but mostly the half-empty ones from the hospital that would be thrown out anyway.
It appears the vampire likes his own blood the most, though.
They get to know each other. Both parts ask questions and the other answers, slowly but surely John knows a lot about vampires.
And he's been good, right? And the vampire likes his blood the most. And John wants to do experiments. That's all.
Right?
The theory is that vampires can be trained to the point of rational thought and thus open up an opportunity for them to return to society.
This one has already learned that he gets nothing from acting on instinct or hunger, but rather by obeying.
So Carter muzzles him, apologises, and then gets close. He lets the vampire inhale the scent of fresh blood pumping through his veins.
For a moment he's about to try to bite, to calm the desire within him, but he catches himself and begs Carter with big wet eyes instead.
Two weeks later the vampire is finally allowed to sink his fangs into Carter, the man in question perched in his lap.
He obeyes perfectly when John tells him to pull away.
If the vampire forgot to mention the aphrodisiac effect of his saliva then Carter will find out himself very soon.
Iâm gonna start blocking people who put hucklerabb0t and especially huckler0bby in the solo Rabbot tag. Nothing against the ships but Iâm sick of it.
So if you were following me, and youâre suddenly not, thatâs why.
I need to spank John Carter until he's blooming red (sure to turn purple), shaking and crying, hard and dripping, after he pulls one of his little stunts, such as when he distracted Dale so he could do the surgery instead of him...
The best part? I wouldn't even get him off afterwards. Just pull up his pants and leave him like nothing happened.
I need to spank John Carter until he's blooming red (sure to turn purple), shaking and crying, hard and dripping, after he pulls one of his little stunts, such as when he distracted Dale so he could do the surgery instead of him...
The best part? I wouldn't even get him off afterwards. Just pull up his pants and leave him like nothing happened.
The first time Jack gets to fuck Robby after their brief separation is so desperate itâs honestly pathetic. Jack blows his load in record time, but thankfully Robby thinks itâs hot so he doesnât get teased about it.
Afterward, Jack is about to crawl out of Robbyâs bed when Robby asks, âIs your bed really that much more comfortable than mine?â
Jack frowns. âIâm pretty sure everyone has the same mattress.â
âSo why bother moving?â
Good point. Jack lays back on Robbyâs bed, very careful not to touch him. Itâs 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 gonnaâ" 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.
I love my powerful feral omegas, and I also love Nikolai. Coincidentally the two fit very well together....
I just lost like 3/4 of this because the draft disappeared, and now it's ten times worse than before because I'm frustrated.... Fuck my life kings.
A mission gone slightly sideways ended with Nikolai's heli crashing along with the newest addition to Task Force 141: an omega sergeant.
It wasn't anything spectacular, Price was an omega, Gaz and Soap were betas, and Ghost biologically an alpha though in body and mind more of a beta due to extreme trauma.
The omega ended up okay, though Nikolai took some bad hits in the crash and needed med-evac. The omega followed considering he was rendered useless without Nik and the heli.
Thankfully the others could complete the mission by themselves, a little slower and more stealth than originally thought due to the lack of air support, but all in all successful.
Afterwards they arrived at the base to which hospital Nik was brought to, but were surprised at the lack of one sergeant.
A nurse was quickly questioned and he explained that when they landed Nikolai's state had deteriorated. He'd needed surgery for internal bleeding.
It had been okay in the beginning. Sure, the omega had been worried and glanced suspiciously at every person who came close, but with Nikolai alert and reassuring it had been fine.
Then he'd dropped and suddenly it wasn't.
One medic had moved a little too quick when going to check him over and the omega had tackled him with a vicious snarl.
Of course everyone else available reacted and tried to get control of the situation, but to no avail. Nikolai really needed the care, and thankfully, after many bites and scratches, someone manage to sedate the feral man.
He was in another room and expected to wake up within the hour, and they were very glad the captain, and pack leader, had arrived since it was now his decision how to handle it.
Tranquilise him, restrain him, or put him with Nikolai with the risk of having to sedate him again should he compromise the alpha's care.
Deciding was easy: the omega would stay with Nik, and (if possible) no nurses would be there but the pack would. Hopefully that would keep the omega calm and allow the doctors to do their jobs.
When the omega came to the first thing he noticed was Nikolai's scent, and the next a group of people in the back of the room.
Naturally he did what his instincts told him, so he launched from the bed, lunged at the strangers, and tore their throats out before returning to Nik's side.
At least that's what he was gonna do.
In reality he stumbled to the ground after the first step, then yowled in anger at the figure approaching him. He was just about to attack when his nose was forced into the man's scentgland and the smell of pack omega washed over him.
"Price- help," he pleaded. "They're gonna take him, they- I don't want them to!"
Price would be lying if he said that the possessive streak in him wasn't awakened at that.
He would never admit it, but his four boys were his pups, as close as he'd get to it anyways. And seeing one of them distraught was hard.
Thankfully he was still rational.
"They're not though," he purred, pushing a calming scent. "He's sick, injured, and he needs their help. The worst is over, but they're gonna need to do their jobs a little while longer."
Another pained yowl escaped the omega's throat and he clung desperately onto the safety of his leader.
"Come, take it easy." Price cooed gently, nearly retching at the rotten stench of distraught omega in the room.
The captain basically carried all of the other's weight as he helped him to his bed and sat him down.
Then he pushed it a bit closer to Nik's bed to make sure the omega had a clear view of the other.
"He's okay, see?" Price reassured. "They're gonna come in, they're gonna touch, stick and poke him, but they're not going to take him. Understand?"
Price got a small nod in response, good enough with the way the other omega's gaze was stuck on the alpha.
This needed an explanation, that much was clear.
"Well, it's very common that an omega, alpha, or beta go - excuse my wording - feral when their mate gets injured." the doctor explained, pulling up a chart and completely missing the confused expression of the captain.
"However, there is a concern we are obligated to bring up." she continued. "There is no record of a post-mate checkup for either of them, which makes us worried first of all for their health, but also if there was anything making them unsafe to the point they want to keep this off the books."
The doctor looked truly worried, even more so at Price's bewildered face.
"They're not mated, though." he replied slowly, feeling doubt despite all the calculations he made. Could he have missed such a big thing?
"I understand if this is shocking, but we hope you see this from the perspective of a pack leader and not a captain." she said sternly. "It's in your best interest that you behave, otherwise our security over there will happily-"
"They're not mated." Price cut off. "I'm telling you- we shower together, we're in close proximity without scent blockers, it would've been obvious if a bite appeared or if their scent changed."
The woman paused, taking in what Price said. Now that she thought about it, there hadn't been a bite on eithers neck.
She zoned out for a second to run the diagnostic through he head, something Price had seen in many soldiers whose minds ran too quick.
"Alright." she mumbled softly. "So the condition your sergeant has is an imprint. It means that he's trauma bonded with someone, usually pack, where the fear he experienced caused his body to go into such a protective mode that his chemical balance shifted to that of a mated omega.
"In other words: his body thinks he's mated to Nikolai, and the distress he's in clouds his rational mind and makes him think he's actively losing his mate."
Captain Jonathan Price had seen a shit tonne of stuff throughout the years, but this one definitely took the cake.
"What can be done?" he asked tentatively.
The doctor sighed, glanced into the room and at the omega whining at Nikolai's bedside.
The look Price received then was pure empathy.
"The chemical change is almost permanent, just like every actual bond." she began. "Which means that Nikolai has a decision to make. He either starts a courtship with the omega, which the omega will just see as a strengthening of their bond or test of his capabilities, or he'll have to reject him, which as you know can lead to depression and even suicidal tendencies. Should it work out in the end it'll still be extremely demanding on body and mind."
Price hummed in deep thought.
"Sounds like Nik has one hell of a decision to make."
Omega Robby and Alpha Jack who never wanted kids of their own (Jack was overseas, Robby was so focused on school, both of them have their issues) and by the time they were stable (in both money and mental health) they decided it was simply better to support the children of their friends and spoil their residents and students. (At least Robby spoils all of them...Jack might not be a stereotypical Alpha, but he does not have the same biological urge to care for his "ducklings" the way Robby does).
Until Baby Jane Doe imprints on Robby.
"Oh," Jack says. "This is a nice surprise."
His mate is sitting in the corner of pedes with the abandoned pup snuggled to his chest.
"What time is it?" Robby asks.
"Oh-seven hundred." Jack kneels next to him. His leg is killing him. "I was coming to say goodbye to this little one; if I'd known you were in here, I would've visited sooner."
Robby hums, never looking away from the baby.
"So..." Jack continues. "Delayed start to your trip?"
"Trip?" Robby's eyebrows scrunch together. Finally, he tears his eyes away from the baby to look at Jack like he's stupid. "I can't leave."
"Oh?" Jack studies him closely; his scent has changed slightly, duller in a comforting way. "Why not? Not that I'm complaining."
Robby shakes his head, mouth gaping slightly. "Our baby... You want me to leave our baby?"
Now Jack is the one with his jaw hanging open. "Uh-- No. No, of course not."
Robby relaxes and turns his attention back to the bundle in his arms. "Your dad is so silly," he says. "Mama wouldn't ever leave you."
As much as Jack would like to enjoy the scene in front of him, there's a small panic brewing inside him. "I'll be right back," he says carefully. "You stay right here with the pup, okay?"
"Mhm." Robby is totally entranced by the baby.
Jack quietly steps out of the room. Once the door closes, he darts to the hub, relieved to see that Dana has already arrived.
He saddles up next to her, and in a rather frantic whisper asks, "Baby Jane Doe in pedes, how was Robby with her earlier?"
Dana peers over her glasses. "Fine."
"Just fine?"
"He only held her for a minute before duty called. Why? She's not still here, is she?"
"Oh, she's here." Jack fidgets on his feet. "And so is Robby. They've imprinted on each other."
Dana rips her glasses off and stares at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. "When?"
"I don't know," Jack admits. "It was a busy night; I only just went in there. If someone else saw them, no one told me."
Dana scoffs. "So either someone saw our Chief suddenly obsessed with our orphan and didn't tell his mate, or no one checked up on her all night. Fantastic."
"Help me," Jack pleads. "I don't know what to do. Robby's in a haze."
"Tell me you mean the exhaustion is catching up to him."
Jack shakes his head. "Feux-postpartum. His scent is different."
"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Alright, let's go."
As expected, Robby is right where Jack left him in the corner of pedes, protectively wrapped around the pup.
âHey, sweetheart.â
Robbyâs eyes dart up, then heâs back to being wrapped up in the baby. âHi Alpha. Hi Dana.â
Alpha? Jack and Dana look at each other; Robbyâs deeper than they thought.
âCan I hold our pup?â Jack asks. He slides down the wall, landing next to Robby.
Robby fidgets, hesitating. The pup is sleeping so peacefully in his arms; Jack doesnât want to disturb her either, but he needs to assess Robby.
âIâll be right here,â Jack says. âPlease? Our pup should know her daddy.â
Robby gnaws on his lip, but eventually hands the pup over. Jack holds her delicately in his arms; she is beautiful. The sight calms Robby, he curls happily around Jackâs shoulder, nuzzling into his scent glad while keeping his eyes on the pup. It makes Jack feel even guiltier about beckoning Dana over.
âNo,â Robby says. His peaceful face becomes wild and desperate as Jack hands the baby to Dana. âNo, no!â
Once the baby is free from Jackâs arms, he pins Robby to the wall. His legs flailing under him.
âWeâre just making sure sheâs healthy, mama,â Dana says. But it does nothing to soothe Robby.
Jack holds him tighter, forcing Robbyâs nose against his scent glad and pushing out calm, safe, trust, alphaâs got you, while letting his full weight press Robby into the wall.
After a while, Robbyâs movements relax and he groans like heâs woken up from a bad nightâs sleep.
âYou feeling better?â Jack asks.
âNo,â Robby moans. âI donât know what happened.â
âYou imprinted on the baby.â
âNo, I know.â Robby rubs his temples. âBut I donât know why. I was holding her and then my chest started to hurt, instincts all out of whack, and I had to keep us safe.â
âIâm surprised you didnât run away with her.â
A sweet pink tint colors Robbyâs cheeks. âWell⊠I knew you were here.â
Jackâs heart swells. His mate knew he could keep him and their pup safe even without knowing they were here.
Robby tilts his chin to his chest and looks up at Jack almost ashamed. âWhat are we going to do?â
Jack massages the crown of Robbyâs head. âWeâre going to do some tests to make sure you and the baby are okay. Then weâre going to do some emergency crib shopping.â
âReally?â Robby is breathless with relief.
âReally.â Thereâs nothing on Earth that could make Jack separate an omega from their pup, no matter how they got them, and especially not his own. Not to mention the nagging fear in the back of his mind that taking the pup away would be Robbyâs last straw and any hope of that cliff being nothing but a tourist destination would disappear.
âBaby Jane Doe is looking good,â Dana says quietly.
âWeâll need a CT scan on both of you, but if everything shows up how we expect, weâll be able to take her home tonight.â
The smile that blooms on Robbyâs face melts Jack from the inside out. Itâs been a long time since heâs seen that expression on Robby. âThank you.â
âThank you,â Jack says. âI was fine without a pup, but you gave me one anyway. My perfect omega.â
Robbyâs smile grows impossibly wider and he bumps their noses together. Itâs a beautiful, tender moment until the pup lets out a small whine. Before the noise is finished, Jack has been pushed to the ground and Robby is looming over Dana with his hands out.
âGive her back to me. Now.â
Jack laughs from his spot on the floor. Heâll take this over Buffalo Jump, easily.
Heyo! For your omegaverse, here is a little prompt- angry patient/family attacks the staff, causing Robby to go feral to break the fight.
Jack is called to pry his half feral husband from mothering their staff to death
No one dares to say it out loud, but it has been a quiet day in the Pitt.
Nothing but broken arms and allergic reactions, for the first time in ten years, everyone is caught up on their charting.
Robby canât remember the last time heâs actually enjoyed being in the Pitt, but he is today. It definitely helps that Jack is on shift too. Theyâre crowded together in the corner of the bathroom giggling like a couple of pups.
âKnock it off,â Robby laughs. âWeâre at work.â
âItâs fine,â Jack says. He nuzzles against Robbyâs covered scent gland. âTheyâll yell if they need us.â
âOr theyâll walk right in if they need a piss, which is why I came in here by the way, not to be groped by some alpha.â
âSome alpha isnât in here, your mate is. And I should be able to grope you when weâre not busy.â
Robby pushes him away. âAre you crazy? Why would you say that?â
Jack looks like heâs going to argue, but decides better of it. âSlip of the tongue, okay? Iâm sorry.â He bangs his knuckles against his temple. âKnock on wood.â
Robby scoffs. âI donât think thatâs where your wood is.â He positions himself in front of a urinal, but of course that doesnât send a message of privacy to Jack.
Instead he hooks his chin over Robbyâs shoulder and holds his waist. âYouâd know exactly where that is.â He juts his hips into Robbyâs ass, and despite it being soft Robbyâs cheeks still go up in flames.
âI should report you to HR.â
Jack cackles and separates himself. âOkay, okay. Donât threaten a good day with admin.â
The halls havenât caught fire in their time away, so Robby counts that as a win.
âOooo,â Santos sings when she sees them. âHaving a little alone time on the clock?â
Javadi speaks and hides behind her computer. Whitakerâs mouth hangs open before he quietly berates her.
âOh, come on. Mom and Dad can take a joke,â she grins.
Robby chuffs and Jack points a fake stern finger at her. âThatâs doctor Mom and Dad to you.â
She puts her hands up in surrender, and Javadi deems it safe enough to poke her head back out.
They chat for a bit before Robby sends them off to check up on their patients. Jack leans next to him on the hub. âThis is nice.â
Robby shakes his head. âYouâre pushing your luck.â
âCome onââ heâs cut off by a shriek echoing through the hall.
They both dart toward the sound. Another echoes through the hall, then more frantic voices join. Each yell creates a deeper haze around the edge of Robbyâs vision. Why is this ED so goddamn big?
When they finally turn the corner, some alpha patient has Javadiâs arm tight in his fist. The room is packed with people screaming and yanking them, failing to separate them. Javadiâs large eyes house terrified tears, she pushes herself into Whitakerâs chest as he tries to pry the manâs hand off her. Santos has her own hands hooked in the manâs elbow, but no matter how hard she yanks she canât free Javadi.
Thereâs a nurse trying to reach the alpha with some sedative and Jack joins in on the yelling; alpha voice booming through the ED, but for once Robby doesnât respond to it. Itâs nothing but noise.
He dives across room and sinks his fangs into the alphaâs arm. With a pained yelp, he finally frees Javadi. She and Whitaker stumble back and land in a pathetic lump on the linoleum floor.
Robby unlatches his teeth, but when he sees the alpha the instinct comes again. Before he can land another bite, Jack wraps his arms around Robbyâs middle and pulls him.
âWhoa, thatâs enough. You got him, omega, good job. You got him.â
Robby doesn't care. He tries to reach the man again, but his alpha is too strong. Jack twirls him around, and Robby's eyes lock on Javadi and Whitaker, who are brushing themselves off.
"They're okay. Look, they're okay."
His pups are not okay. They're shaken and trembling. They need to be in a nest. He places gentle hands on Javadi's shoulders and does a quick check. She's okay, but her arm will likely bruise. The need to rip that alpha's head off his shoulders intensifies.
"Good job, Dr. Mom," Santos says. "I've never seen anything like that before; badass."
He whips around and checks her over, too. Everyone is okay, but they're too exposed here. Need a nest. Why doesn't he have a nest here?
Robby pulls himself out of Jack's arms and rounds up his pups. They need to get somewhere safe. He guides them through the halls, head on a swivel for any threats. Thankfully, his alpha is following quickly behind.
"Uh, Dr. Robby--" Whitaker starts. Robby shushes him and crowds all of them into a supply closet.
It's a tight fit. The pups are squashed together, and Robby's frame alone is enough to block the door. Perfect.
"Uh, Robby," Jack says through the door. "Let me justââ He starts to open the door, but Robby is quick to slam it shut again.
"You out there," Robby says. His voice is gruff.
âButââ
âSafer.â
Jack sighs. âAre you guys alright?â The pups call back assurances, and the soft thud of Jackâs back hitting the door calms Robby a bit. âYouâve got ten minutes but then we have to get doctors back with patients.â
Robby huffs. Heâll keep his pups in here as long as he has to.
He checks each one diligently. Santos is a perfect bill of health, Whitaker is going to have a sore back from the harsh landing on the floor, and he admitted to knocking his head, so theyâre ordering a CT no matter how much he argues.
His poor baby Javadi already has a horrible hand shaped bruise blooming on her arm. Robby pulls her into his chest and keeps her there, her thin arms wrap around him and heartbreaking little sniffs muffle against his scrubs.
Tentatively, Whitaker reaches out and strokes a soft hand over Javadiâs shoulder. Robby pulls him into too, then looks at his last pup.
Santos shuffles back and forth on her feet before rolling her eyes and letting out an exaggerated sigh. âWell, if everyone is doing it.â
With all his pups safe in his arms, Robbyâs mind begins to come back to him. When Jack opens the door, his instincts have calmed enough to let the pups go, but not enough to forget Whitakerâs CT.
âTough luck, kid,â Jack tells him. âWhat Mom says goes.â
Santos salutes them. âThanks for the break.â
And baby Javadi lingers between them. âUm, thank you⊠Dr. Robby.â
âYou donât have to thank me,â he says. âWe all wanted you to be safe.â
âYeah, but, the hug.â She looks at her feet and whispers, âmy real mom wouldnât have done that.â
Itâs only Jackâs hand on his chest that stops Robby from snatching her up again.
âYou can always come to us,â Jack tells her. âRobby always has a good hug in him.â
She nods, thanks them again, and disappears into the ED. Robbyâs heart thuds at the sight.
Jack chuffs and kisses his cheek. âEveryoneâs okay,â he says. âGood job, Mama.â
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.
Itâs 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 heâs humping Robbyâs ass like a dog, hoping thatâll make him more pliable, but all Robby does is roll his eyes.
âJesus Christ. It was one time. I don't usually come back here," he says.
Jackâs 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. âThis is alright.â He reaches into his underwear and starts jerking himself off. Like Jack isnât even there, or heâs just some toy helping Robby reach his own orgasm.
âItâll be better if you let me fuck you.â Ever since that morning, Robby has had a strict no entrance policy on his asshole, and he rarely gets fully undressed anymore. Thankfully, heâs still willing to blow Jack, but only if he sets the pace. Gone are the days of Jack getting to fuck Robbyâs face like the wimpy little queer he is, which is a shame because Jack knows Robby liked it as much as he did.
âKiss me and you can,â 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. Robbyâs 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."
"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.
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When Robby's brain gets so loud that he can barely hear the world around him, he can't bear to make more decisions. That's what Jack's for.
By the time they got home, Robby had made approximately three hundred decisions.
Trauma activations. Staffing shortages.
Who got the last ICU bed, whether to call a family, whether to push back on administration, whetehr to let a resident take the leadâ
Every decision had mattered.
By the time he unlocked the apartment door, his brain simply stopped.
Jack noticed immediately.
âHungry?â
Robby stared into the kitchen like heâd been asked to solve quantum mechanics.
âIâŠâ
âYou donât know.â
âNo.â
Jack nodded once.
âOkay.â
No teasing.
No sigh.
Just an acceptance that Robbyâs ability to choose had run out somewhere around patient number thirty two.
Jack disappered into the kitchen while Robby kicked off his shoes and collapsed onto the couch.
A few minutes later, Jack returned with a bowl.
âWhat is it?â
âPasta.â
âWhat kind?â
âThe kind youâre eating.â
Robby looked up.
âYou picked.â
âI picked.â
â⊠Thanks.â
Jack handed him a fork before sitting beside him with an identical bowl.
Decision fatigue wasnât dramatic, it was quiet.
It looked like Robby standing in front of the refrigerator for four minutes because he couldnât decide between water and iced tea.
Jack would simply open the fridge.
âTea.â
âYeah.â
The glass appeared in his hand before heâd even realised he wanted it.
It looked like Robby staring blankly at the television remote.
âWhat do you want to watch?â
âI donât care.â
Jack clicked on an old baseball game.
âThere.â
Robby settled into the cushions.
âPerfect.â
It looked like standing in the grocery store.
Jack held up two brands of coffee.
âAny preference?â
Robby frowned at them.
âTheyâre⊠both coffee.â
âMhm.â
âYou choose.â
âGot it, boss.â
Jack never asked questions Robby couldnât answer.
Not after a shift.
Instead, âBlue shirt or grey?â
âGrey.â
Done.
âChinese or Mexican?â
â⊠Chinese.â
Ordered.
âWalk or shower first?â
âShower.â
Simple, tiny decisions.
Never open-ended, never requiring unnecessary thought.
Just enough to help Robby find his footing again.
Dana noticed first, after a brutal shift.
The attendings had escaped to a diner because nobody had the energy to cook.
The waitress arrived.
âWhat can I get everybody?â
Orders went around the table.
When she reached Robby, he only blinked at the menu.
Everything looked like words; They didnât mean anything.
Jack didnât even glance up.
âHeâll have the turkey club, fries, no tomato. Coke.â
The waitress scribbled it down, and left.
Dana watched the exchange.
â⊠You didnât ask him.â
âI did.â
âWhen?â
âThis afternoon.â
Robby smiled faintly.
âHe asked me what sounded good after work.â
âAnd?â
âI said a turkey club.â
Jack shrugged.
âI remembered.â
Dana looked between them.
âSeriously?â
Robby rubbed at his eyes, exhausted.
âIf he asks me to make another decision today, I might actually cry.â
Jack slid a glass of water toward him before he could even ask.
âThere.â
Without looking. Like muscle memory.
The reciprocation wasnât obvious.
Most people thought jack was the stoic one, the independent one. The one who didnât need looking after.
They were wrong.
Three weeks later, a mass casualty. Fourteen hours. Everyone was wrung out.
Jack had been making rapid-fire decisions all day. Which patient first, which OR, which intervention, who could wait another sixty seconds.
His face gave nothing away, but Robby knew.
As they walked toward the oarking garage, Jack stopped.
Just⊠stopped.
Keys in one hand, looking at the rows of cars.
Robby waited.
â⊠Jack?â
Silence.
âIâŠâ
Jack laughed once.
âI cannot remember where we parked.â
Robby smiled.
âBlue level.â
âOh.â
âRow seventeen.â
â⊠Right.â
âYouâve parked there every Tuesday for six months.â
Jack blinked.
âI have.â
âYouâve also forgotten your coffee on the roof of your car twice this week.â
âI have.â
âAnd you havenât picked dinner once since Monday.â
Jack finally looked at him.
â⊠Iâm cooked.â
âYou are.â
Jack sighed.
âI donât want to think anymore.â
âI know.â
Robby held out a hand.
âKeys.â
Jack handed them over without hesitation.
No protest, just trust.
âYou drive.â
âI was planning on it.â
People assumed Jack took care of Robby because he was easier to read, expressive. His exhaustion showed.
Jackâs didnât.
His fatigue looked like becoming quieter.
Missing turns while driving, standing in the pantry unable remember why heâd opened it, staring at the washing machine because he couldnât remember whether heâd already started it.
Robby knew every sign.
âYou already brushed your teeth.â
âI did?â
âMhm.â
â⊠Right.â
âYouâve also asked me what day it is three times.â
Jack blinked.
âI have.â
âYou have.â
Robby gently took the laundry basket from him.
âIâve got this.â
Jack wanted to argue.
Instead, he leaned forward until his forehead rested against Robbyâs shoulder. Just for a second.
â⊠Thanks.â
Robby smiled.
âYouâre welcome.â
At work, it was more subtle.
No one needed to know.
After a marathon shift, Robby watched Jack reaching automatically for another chart. He quietly intercepted.
âIâll take bed twelve.â
Jack frowned.
âI canââ
âYouâve been on your feet for eleven hours.â
âIâm fine.â
Robby handed him a fresh cup of coffee.
âGo explain the plan to Ms. OâConnor.â
âThatâsâŠâ
âThe easy patient.â
Jack looked at him.
Recognition flickered.
Robby wasnât giving him less work.
He was giving him fewer decisions.
One complicated trauma became one straightforward conversatioin.
One impossible choice became one familiar task.
Jackâs shoulders loosened almost imperceptibly.
âOkay.â
Later, Mel caught Robby smiling to himself.
âSomething funny?â
âYou know how everybody thinks Jack takes care of me?â
âDoesnât he?â
âOh, absolutely does.â
Mel grinned.
âBut?â
Robby glanced across the department, where Jack was finally sitting for the first time in hours, sipping the coffee that had mysteriously appeared beside him before heâd realised he needed it.
âBut he lets me take care of him.â
âAnd thatâs different?â
âIt is.â
âHow?â
Robbyâs smile softened.
âJack trusts almost nobody with the parts of himself that stop working when heâs exhausted.â
Across the room, Jack looked up.
Their eyes met.
Robby held up the spare set of car keys with a tiny, questioning lift of his eyebrows.
Iâm driving?
Jack answered with the smallest nod.
Please.
No words. None were necessary.
Because love, after enough years, sometimes looked less like grand declarations and more like never having to ask, Can you make one more decision?
Thinking about not-yet-established rabbot x there was only one bed, but maybe instead of the outside forcing proximity, it is them forcing it upon themselves.
Out for a conference? There is no need to spend more money on two rooms, when they can share. Oh? Oh they only have one queen, not two singles? Oh... oh no?
Robby sleeping off his double because going home is simply too exhausting after his shift and the on-call room is way cozier, when you're not, in fact, on call. Oh... but oh no? Jack is and he... he slept pretty well but it's a chill night and oh no? Thats his favourite on-call room? And his favourite bed?! Guess they'll have to make it work.
They're at Jack's, watching the game and its late... they both had a couple beers and its simply too long for Robby to walk home, since driving is not an option anymore. Damn, guess Robby must sleep over. But the couch is bad for his back and... Jack has just stripped the guest bed because he wanted wash the bedding... oh noooo... guess Robby will have to sleep in Jacks bed, cuddling up to his best friend, face buried in the crook of his neck :c
So tragic.
Robby waking up on a hospital bed, his arm in a cast, his head pounding instead of cracked open because today was the one day he decided to wear that damn helmet. He remembered getting hit and sliding over the asphalt but... he does not remember the man all but laying across his legs, sleeping away on his bed. He's handsome though... that man sharing the bed with him? Even if he should absolutely take him out to drink before sleeping half-sprawled over him, no? Maybe he should assert dominance and run his hand through soft salt and pepper curls. Make the handsome man wake up. Maybe the eyes are even prettier than the profile let's on?
It appears spending the day playing MW2 and listening to the deep purr of Price's guidance and Nikolai's firm commands is not a good idea if you plan on thinking later in the day.
I can not form a rational thought nor make a decision of my own......
I also feel like the woman from The Secretary when she masturbated to nouns that her boss had said, like "two and a half notches" oaaaghh "three and a half notches" hnnnmmm it's all over the screen.....
Beta Robby and Alpha Jack as housemates during med school.
First year.
Jack being a manwhore and bring back omegas every single day. More like a couple time a week but still.
Robby getting fed up pretty early on and imposing a âno omegasâ rule. Childish but hey, heâs desperate and on a scholarship. So is Jack, now that he thinks about it.
Jackâs annoying about it but respects his wishes. Now just chasing tail and hooking up somewhere else.
During one of these longer absences Robby presents as omega. He just had to be part of the .7% of the population that presents after 20.
Itâs painful and a nightmare and he ends it with a new body part and a couple new organs.
Jack comes back and immediately like, âWhat gives man?! You had an omega in heat.â
Then he runs his mouth and is on some misogynistic shit when Robby just clocks him. They start fighting until Jack finally smells him and is just, âohâŠoh. Oh no. Oh fuck.â Que the most awkward conversation ever.
Robbyâs debating moving out but breaking the lease is expensive as shit. Jackâs besides himself and apologetic because he was a dick and he actually likes Robby as a housemate. Ultimately he decides to stay, because of financial reasons and not because Jack has the saddest, greenest eyes known to man kind.
Life goes on.
Jack doesnât go out as often. Robbyâs slowly getting to know him as a persons and not just âasshole who I have to bang the wall of so they quiet the fuck downâ. Jack starts to real Joan Didion and Bell Hooks. Robby actually runs with Jack occasionally.
When Robby does have a heat Jack always leaves the house. That doesnât mean the scent is gone when he gets back.
Second year.
Theyâre kicking ass in school. Jackâs still charming 99.9% of the omega population. With one notable exception. Robbyâs getting plenty of attention himself but doesnât notice because heâs used to people just being friendly.
Jack starts hanging around him even more. Neither really know why but they like being together so it doesnât matter.
About two months into the semester one of Jackâs college friend, Trevor, comes to visit. While Jack was only a frat boy in spirit due to extenuating circumstances (the Army), Noah is a bonafide Sigma Phi Epsilon. Robby threatens Jack with castration if he makes their small, cheap apartment into keg stand central.
It goes well for the first day. Trevorâs funny and surprisingly nice. Heâs got good embarrassing stories about Jack.
Then he finds out they arenât together.
Trevor becomes pushy when Jack isnât around. Robby tries being nice, then mean. It all comes to a head when he tries to use pheromones on him.
Contrary to popular understanding, no one type can actually over power the other via pheromones. Itâs just that itâs been so socialized to respective designations that most believe this is the case.
Robby pushes Trevor away and Jack hears the ruckus from outside and nearly breaks the door in. He takes maybe a moment to analyze the scene before heâs on Trevor. Absolutely beating the shit out of him, before physically throwing him out.
Robby says that it was excessive.
Jack argues he shouldâve killed him.
From then on JackâsâŠsensitive about Robby. He notices all the eyes, all the lingering touches, the subtle scenting. It drives him crazy.
Heâs a good boy about it. Doesnât snap at the jogger turning his head as they pass him, doesnât snatch the hand of the women feeling up Robbyâs bicep, doesnât flood the room with his own scent when the teen clumsily tries to get Robby to notice his half baked pheromones.
The last one was especially hard.
He figures out he loves Robby just in time for the winter break.
He spends the entire holiday oscillating between angsting about courting Robby and having the most sickeningly besotted calls with him. His older brothers are no help, being still in their shithead phase; his motherâs advice is solid, if it was 1968; his dadâs was too old fashion and boiled down to, isnât being a future doctor enough?.
Jack comes back to school with no more of a plan and a startling realization he desperately needs Robby.
He tries to implement his motherâs advice with a modern twist. Class notes instead of lover letter, meals in the fridge instead of extravagant dinners, heâs planning on gifting Robby a stethoscope when they graduate (Robbyâs mentioned how his only family, his grandmother, died while he was in undergrad).
By now Jackâs acting like a kept man. No late nights, with Robby as much as possible, getting small trinkets (they donât own a vase) every couple of weeks.
His rut hits right after mid terms. Itâs a stress induced one. Usually Robby leaves, as he does for his heats. But Jack wonât allow it. He whines every time Robby gets too close to the door. Itâs pathetic, he just snuggles up to Robby. Scenting him and at some point dragging him into the kitchen so that he can show off his provider skills (he makes them cereal with milkâŠhe over pours the milk).
Robbyâs amused and baffled. Especially when Jack calls him sweetheart entirely sincerely. At the worst of it, Jack takes them to the threshold of Robbyâs room. Robbyâs nest.
He waits there, respectfully, desperately, for Robby to invite him in. Now the omegaâs really confused and just stands a little into his room, waiting for Jack to do something. It gets so bad that the alphaâs sure heâs ending rejected and is about to leave. Heâs turning and Robby asks whereâs heâs going and to just get in there. Jack actually bounces in like a puppy.
They snuggle and sleep until Jackâs lucid and mortified.
Robby wakes up to a freaking out Jack and he asks whatâs wrong. Jack looks at him incredulously and wonders for a split second if this is how Robbyâs planning on playing it off. Before he dismisses the idea, not Robbyâs style, and concludes that his friend is an oblivious idiot whoâs somehow made it nearly a year and a half as an omega without pickup if up any social ques.
When he explains it to Robby the omega gradually gets redder and redder and shyer and shyer. Itâs adorable. He doesnât kick Jack out.
In the end, he accepts Jackâs offer to court.
They celebrate by Jack showing him the joys of being an omega.
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