|| rabbot x reader || smut mdni 18+, pwp, not a single lick of plot here folks, pinv, anal, dirty talk, pet names, threesome, double penetration, creampie x2, slightly mean!robby and softdom!jack, fingers in mouth, teasing, boyfriends kissing, just silly girly things ||
a/n: heavily unedited, word vom, a little spank bank idea I had today and had to deliver to you
wc: 1.7k
"please—"
it wasn't the first time you'd begged. you'd begged for many, many things in this same position, truth be told. robby behind you, jack below. both of their cocks splitting you open. jack was thick, just like the rest of him—thick fingered, thick bodied, thick cock throbbing and twitching where it stuffed your pussy. robby, on the other hand—long and curved up to the right—enjoyed fucking you in your tight puckered muscle, making you whine and squirm beneath him.
robby laid down over you, crushing you further into jack's chest, who moaned with you at the change in angle. robby’s breath was hot against your ear, his lips pressed into the shell.
"please what, baby? hmmmm?" he groaned, his voice hoarse and cracked, his chest wiry with hair against your slick back.
you brought your hand up to fist in his hair, holding on tight as he pulled his length from you almost to the very tip before thrusting slowly back in.
"oh my god," you heard jack curse, his hands tightening at your hips, his mouth opening in a gasp.
both of them were to the right of you—your face laid down on jack's collarbone, robby's chin hooked over your right shoulder. they were so close. breathing one another's air, enough that you could feel jack’s breath leave him and robby’s cheek shift against the side of your head when he opened his mouth to kiss the crest of your shoulder.
you tightened your grip in the latter's hair.
"wanna see you kisssss—"
jack let out a breathless little laugh, robby chuckling into your shoulder.
"baby, we talked about this—" jack said, his voice hardly more than breath, his chest heaving under yours.
"—but it would be so hottttt," you whined.
robby ignored you. "how's she feel, brother?"
jack's head tipped back into the pillow beneath him, and you watched the rough scruff of his unshaved neck shift as his adam's apple glided up and down, swallowing around the broken gasp he pulled in.
"so god damn good—go a little harder, she squeezes me so fucking tight when you really give it to her, mike."
you barely had time to register the gleam in robby's eyes before he was swinging his hips back again, this time thrusting hard against you, his skin slapping hard, balls clapping right above where jack's cock was buried deep inside.
you squealed and jack groaned loudly. your hand hung on tighter to robby's hair, your other hand digging into jack's shoulder beside your head.
"ohhhh fuck—" you mewled. "so—so deep, robby, oh god—"
"she sounds so pretty when she makes those little noises," jack strained to say, turning to kiss you on the nose. "huh, honey? robby's dick feel good like that? yeah? gimme a kiss."
you tilted your chin, pushing into his lips lazily, your tongue reaching out to lick at his, wet muscles sliding together. when you began to drool out the side of your lips, you brought robby's head down closer, resting your cheek back to jack's chest.
"your turn—" you murmured sleepily, your brain fucked out of any logic.
nothing passed through you but the ecstasy of having these two men and being sandwiched between them and their weight pressing in around you. jack began jerking his hips up into you, making you hiccup and whine, his thrusts getting erratic, his breath heavier.
robby's cock pushed deeper into you too, the pressure of both of them at the same time making you feel so content, so full, so cock drunk.
"please, please," you chanted. "wanna see you kiss so badly—"
"she really does beg so cute, doesn't she?" robby murmured, kissing your shoulder.
"yeah—" the other breathed, a light groan strangling the word as both of them slid in and out of you in tandem—full of jack's cock, then robby's, empty. then again, both of them filing you at the same time. the rhythm made your jaw go slack, your thoughts thinning. it felt so right, with jack below you, robby behind you, both of them too big, too hot, too much. still, you wanted more. wanted this so badly the need burned behind your eyes.
"like this—" you said, ignoring their cooing, and you craned your neck, pressing a chaste kiss to robby's lips.
it was hardly a second, your brain too foggy to make it anything more.
"that's it, huh? that's what you want, honey?" robby murmured, voice even hoarser with mirth as he smiled at you.
"yesss!" you whined, kicking your feet into the bed beneath.
"not good enough to have both of us, huh?" he teased. "such a needy little girl."
"be nice, mike—" jack moaned. "she's a good girl."
his praise always effected you—making you flutter around him, and you knew he could feel it, even with the increased fulless from robby deep inside you with him. he cracked a little knowing smile between moans.
"oh, i know she's a good girl, brother," robby said, and his mouth dragged over the back of your shoulder. "no doubt about it. but we've spoiled her. she thinks she can have whatever she wants."
you pouted, the prick of tears in your eyes not from him denying you, but from the utter fullness of their cocks punching in and out of you. from the easy back and forth of them—robby pretending there wasn’t a soft spot in him you could reach with the simplest look. and jack caught it every time and teased him for it.
"enough talking—" jack cursed. "fuck, fuck, she's tightening up on me— think she's gonna come, mike, oh god—"
"please—" you moaned louder, thrashing a little bit out of frustration.
"fuck it—" robby growled.
he leaned down and placed a kiss on the corner of jack's mouth.
they didn't stop entirely when robby pulled his lips away from jack's. their thrusts only softened into shallow rocks, jack's hands tightening on your skin, both his and robby's throbbing lengths still pressed deep enough inside you that every quiet breath made you feel the stretch of both of them. you held yours without meaning to—waiting, feeling both of them still around you.
robby's chest pressed heavier against your back as he breathed through his nose. you felt jack's beneath you, his ribs expanding, pressing against your breasts.
"yes," you whispered, though not wanting to rush them. your mouth brushed jack's skin when you said it, soft against the damp hollow below his collarbone. "more."
"you're right—" jack huffed a little laugh that shook his chest on the way out. "she really is needy."
robby smiled, as if grateful for the lightness, "told y—"
but he couldn't say anything else, because jack's lips were suddenly on his.
a deep, harmonized groan passed between the two of them, and it did something terrible to you. your stomach dropped, your hips jerked. even a little lick of jealousy flamed in you, warming your skin, but they looked good together. so good. exactly as you pictured it. it made you moan and writhe to see their mouths slot against one another, lips parting, tongues sliding, jack's stubbled jaw working under the rough scrape of robby's beard.
"oh my god," you whispered.
when they paused their kissing, a string of spit connected them, shiny and wet.
"d'you feel that?" robby whispered.
"yeah," jack answered, his one hand squeezing your hip while the other came up to robby's hair along with yours. "her pussy is gripping me like a vice—"
"yeah, she really tightened up—fuck, c'mere."
robby's hand went up to jack's hair too, fisting in the messy graying curls. jack's mouth fell open in a guttural groan, and robby's other hand came to the nape of your neck in answer. he pulled you into himself harshly, his tongue sliding against yours as your mouths met.
it was slick and wet and lewd, and just when you began to moan in earnest, their thrusts picked up again. harder now, less patient. jack fucking up into you from beneath, robby driving into you from behind, the bed frame knocking against the wall harshly again and again.
then you felt a second tongue at the corner of your mouth.
you pulled back only enough to welcome it—jack's tongue sliding against yours, robby's flicking against the two of you together.
the room filled with louder moans and the thick slap of skin, the wet drag of mouths, jack's rough little curses disappearing against your lips. robby's hand stayed tight at the back of your neck, holding you there for it, making you take the kiss you had begged for. you gushed around them, pussy fluttering and convulsing in pleasure.
"come for us, baby," robby whispered between kisses. "come for jackie. he wants you to come all over his big cock."
jack groaned under you, his hips jerking up harder, his member punching even deeper.
"I wanna feel it too," robby said. "c'mon now, gave you what you wanted. now I get to feel this perfect little ass take my come."
"just wanted your boyfriends to kiss, huh, baby?" jack cooed, his hand moving up to grip your face, forefinger and thumb squeezing your cheeks. his thumb hooked into the tender hinge of your lips, sliding along your molars to pry your mouth open wider for the two of them.
you cried out around his salty skin, and he pouted in mock pity as he looked at you.
"come on my cock, baby," jack moaned, leaning in to keep licking and nipping at your lips. "know you wanna, come on my cock now—gonna fill you up so good, mmmm—"
"i'm—i'm—i'm coming—oh, god, oh god—"
"yeah, that's it, that's it—oh fuckkk—" robby groaned, his thrusts slamming harder, turning erratic before he froze up, jaw unhinging, breathing hotly against wanton mouth.
jack's opened too, in shock, in awe, and when you looked at him you saw his eyes go wide before they rolled back behind his eyelids.
your orgasm ripped through you, a heady pressure down your spine and tightening your hips, making your legs lock up before it crested you like an ocean wave swelling and crashing. your hand clenched in robby's hair as your mouth fell open around jack's thumb. both of them groaned in tandem, trapping you between them, both buried deep while your body squeezed down, making jack curse and robby bare his teeth.
as the euphoria eased and your body went loose with the oxytocin flooding your blood, the three of you kept kissing—gentle little nips, soft flicks of tongue, spit sliding and glistening at the corners of your mouths, collecting where lips met and parted. jack retreated his thumb from your mouth to gently pet at your cheek, and they let you have as much as you wanted, just like always. spoiled thing, they'd tell you again afterwards, while they washed your hair in the bath and cleaned you up.
but for now, you kissed them as your eyes grew heavier and heavier, your breathing deepening against jack's chest. robby's weight behind you felt heavy and comforting, tucked between two men, utterly spent and completely content.
wrote this at 8pm posted at 9:30pm so please ignore any typos or mistakes lol my horny lil mind couldn't be stopped
now now now what have we here rabbot x reader??? DP????? ROBBY X ABBOT??????? oh!!!!
whoooweeee the way i NEED this paris experience is actually sinful like the things i would let these two do to me would make the devil blush baby!!!!!!!
date night gets interesting when robby unknowingly interrupts yours and jack’s dinner with a date of his own—and no one is more nosy than the Abbots.
contents: smut, references to erectile dysfunction (i couldn’t help myself, sorry), being lil judgy and sexy together 🫶, a whole lotta fluff and smut tbh, lighthearted bullying of robby (he deserves it sometimes).
[jack abbot x fem!reader; wc: 6.0k ]
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The restaurant was crowded for a Tuesday night.
Clinking glasses and consistent chatter, it would have been easy to get lost in the noise but when Jack was in front of you, smiling with those eyes that never seemed to leave you, it was practically impossible to be distracted by anything but him.
“…So Henderson came around looking around for an attending and of course—” Jack gestured to himself proudly and you scoffed over the rim of your glass.
“How humble of you.”
“Of course.” You motioned for him to continue, biting the side of your lip to disguise the effect of his charm.
“He takes me to this guy, maybe thirty years old, who can’t sit down. The reason? He lost a bet and shoved a piece of wood up his asshole.”
“Jesus, Jack!” You shushed. Your eyes darted around to the surrounding tables. “We’re in public!”
“And I’m a doctor,” he replied casually. “Things happen. I can’t keep them bottled inside or I’ll implode. Besides, this was like… a ‘you need to know this kind’ of thing.”
You lifted your glass again to wash the taste of his story out of your mouth. “I think I want to be left out of the ‘need to know’ from now on. Save that discussion for Dr.—”
Just as you felt the wine hit your tongue enough to muffle his therapist’s name, you caught a figure over Jack’s shoulder. Tall and unmistakable, the wine shot out from your lips and back into the glass like a waterfall.
“Holy shit,” you mumbled.
“What?” Jack asked concerned. His hand flashed across the table, clattering with your utensils. “What’s wrong?”
“Robby.” You coughed, “He’s on a date. Here.”
Jack’s neck careened in question as if he didn’t catch your words. You tried not to bring attention to the table, muffling your coughs with a napkin, and Jack took the glass from your hand carefully.
“He didn’t say anything at rounds this morning.”
“I’m not kidding.” You put the napkin back down. “He’s literally right there. Did you tell him we were coming here?”
“No.” Jack shook his head. He spared a fraction of a second to glimpse over his shoulder and clock Robby and his date near the host stand at the front of the restaurant.
Goddamn. Perlah was right. The rumors, which he had always taken with a grain of salt, were true.
“I thought he wasn’t dating anymore.”
Jack shrugged. “Every time he dumps someone he swears it off. But he’s a shit liar and gossip spreads fast whenever he makes eyes at someone.”
Your face curled in aversion of Robby’s romantic life. Just the thought of him… yeah, it made you want to seek out therapy too.
Michael Robinavitch was a serial dater—or, a serial wine, dine, and “leave someone behind” type of guy. Nothing ever worked out for him and you were always glad to give him a list of things to work on when he and Jack watched a Steeler’s game in the garage.
You’d seen it hundreds of times. Well, maybe not hundreds of times but enough for you and Jack to both come to the conclusion that Robby was never going to be one to marry. It wasn’t in his cards because he made stupid decisions and you, more than Jack, felt terrible for the women who fell into Robby’s little trap.
But you were a woman. There were some things that even if Jack tried his absolute best to understand, he wouldn’t be able to.
“So the woman is…?” You asked curiously.
As they stood behind rows of tables and decor, Robby and his date conversed differently than you and Jack did. It was new, a little nervous, and complete with a layer of discomfort anyone with a soul could feel 20 feet away. The uneasiness of their stature didn’t surprise you in the slightest. After a certain age, what people expected out of dating wasn’t the same as if they were young and without commitments. Robby had a million of them, you’re sure the woman did too, and that’s a tricky path to navigate.
“Noelle Hastings,” Jack said flatly before grabbing a piece of bread from the basket at the center. He ripped it in half and handed you one.
You took it without thought. “Who is…? Jack, you gotta be more specific here.”
“She’s a nurse—more often a case manager of insurance cases that fall through. She’s a rain cloud in a suit but works a lot of days so I don’t see her much.”
“High praise,” you droned and he sighed, chewing hard on the bread.
“One of the day shift nurses said it’s been goin’ on for a while.”
“And he didn’t tell you?”
Jack shook his head. The glass of water in front of him was suddenly more interesting than the conversation and you quirked a brow. His morose imitation of disappointment was cute.
Maybe they weren’t really good friends, he thought disappointedly. Was he really going to be stuck with his friends at the VA, some first responders, and the six elderly women who harassed him, sweetly, at the YMCA?
He didn’t even want to think about the women of your once-a-month book club.
He didn’t need to read about hockey players who fucked and World War II nurses who fell in love with soldiers.
You had a soldier right in front of you. You could just live out those fantasies with him instead.
“Are you upset that he didn’t tell you he was dating again?” You asked him and Jack pursed his lips in annoyance.
“No.”
“Yes,” you corrected with a chuckle.
“I think it’s a dick move not to tell your best friend that you’re dating someone.”
“Just like it was a dick move to not tell him about your little blue pill incident?” You pried with a smile and he met your eyes in a flash. Jack’s finger pointed at you accusingly.
“Hey now,” he warned. “I’m drinking water on purpose this time for you.”
“I didn’t ask you to, honey. I’m only joking.”
“That’s unconvincing.”
“Okay, soothsayer.” You grinned, elbows on the table and chin resting against your locked fingers. “You think you know everything? Let’s play a game then.”
“Baby, this was supposed to be a nice dinner.”
“A game won’t ruin it.”
Jack breathed in hard. He loved the dramatics; acting like the world was going to fall to pieces if he wasn’t one hundred percent present in the moment. It was a game, not a blindfolded eating contest where he’d accidentally eat a bug instead of his steak.
“What kind of game?” He settled instead.
“Better strangers.”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because.”
“That’s not a why.”
“I don’t really want to imagine whatever the fuck Robby is talking about just to get into that woman’s pants,” Jack explained but it was choppy and his eyes bounced around the tables behind you rather than look directly at you.
“You’re so jealous, Mr. Abbot,” you gave a playful accusation. “They’re being sat—should I call them over? Let them join date night instead?”
Jack’s fingers dug into his eyes. “Why are you such a menace today? After all I do for you?” His tone lifted. “And what happened to Doctor? I’ll also option Staff Sergeant or Professor—for your choosing, of course.”
“Jack,” you lamented. “You worked two doubles and two SWAT shifts this week. I’m allowed to be a pest.”
Touché.
He was the one who made the reservation to make up for his absence in the first place. Jack knew, he always did, when he wasn’t being the A+ worthy husband he should be. It was a casualty of his species, or, perhaps just his sanity, but he knew what to do to make you feel wanted when his career shifted things around.
“Fine. We can play.”
“Kinky, Dr. Abbot,” you winked. “Just beware. They’re sat in a booth—” you counted the tables with your eyes “—seven tables away.”
“Well it’s not like I’m gonna scream Robby’s fictional conversation across the room.”
You picked up another piece of bread and repeated what Jack had done before.
“Save the screaming for later. We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”
“Now who just said that in a public place?” Jack tipped his head to the side, accepting the air kiss you sent hurling in his direction as a result.
“You know it’s true.”
“Yeah,” he murmured lowly. Jack’s eyes crinkled at their sides, appreciating the light he’s caught you in at the moment.
Robby’s presence couldn’t ruin date night. It was an intrusion into your bubble, sure, but Jack would swim through a million Robby’s to reach your shore and he would play a thousand silly games with you to hear you laugh. If you wanted to make shit up about Robby and Noelle? Fuck it. He did too.
“So…” you tapped your fingers on the table. “What do you think they did before they got here?”
Jack sipped on his water in consideration. “I think Robby worked until 7 but she got off a little earlier or didn’t work today. He showered at work, brought his stupid sweater with him, and picked her up on the way here.”
“Solid choice.”
“How do you think they met?” He asked you.
“Work, obviously,” you said, matter-of-fact.
“No shit, Sherlock,” Jack snickered. “I meant… romantically.”
“I think someone set them up on a blind date. Maybe someone from her side of the hospital—not someone from the ED.”
Jack nodded and caught the server returning to your table with your dinners in hand. Over Jack’s shoulder, you watched the back of Robby’s head turn to their own server and order drinks.
You didn’t think for a second that your constant glancing in their direction would be an issue.
With thanks, the server left you both to eat but the questions kept going.
“Alright.” You halved the portion of hericots verts on your plate and scooped them onto Jack’s one-note plate. “Why do you think they’re at this same restaurant, right here, right now?”
Jack ate one of the beans first. “Destiny.”
“That’s a lame answer.”
“I thought it was transcendent and that’s your opinion.”
“You really think it’s destiny? To be at the same place as his very annoying, very married, friends?”
“He might have a problem with himself getting married but I don’t think he hates hanging out with us. It’s like a little family of sorts.”
“Ah yes,” you awed. “The child I never wanted to have: Michael Robinavitch.”
“I don’t know,” Jack replied truthfully this time. “It’s a pretty popular place and not far from our work so I think it was probably out of convenience. Do you think he’s in love with her?”
You laughed, audibly, and not quietly. Eyes flicking back to the booth and accidentally catching Noelle’s gaze at the same time.
It didn’t change your answer.
“Fuck no.”
“I agree,” Jack smiled. “Fuck no.”
“But I’ll give him a chance,” you admitted, sipping on your drink. “He deserves to be happy with someone… even if it’s hard to imagine.”
Jack cut a piece of his steak and held his fork out to you. “What do you think they’re talking about?”
“Work.” You eyed the piece of meat to see if it was cooked enough but you should have known Jack would have cut up his entire dish to find the one piece you’d eat.
“Boring,” Jack heckled.
“Were you not talking about a piece of wood up someone’s—” you motioned with your fist “—you know?”
“That’s different.”
Your eyes narrowed in a challenge. “Not really, honey. It’s basically the exact same thing.”
“Well it’s different because we’re married. And when you’re married, you can talk about boring stuff.”
Now your eyes rolled. Jack smirked, cutting up another piece for himself.
“I wish I knew that when you talked about MREs.”
“You wound me,” Jack quipped. He popped the steak into his mouth and chewed when you came back with:
“No—an IED did that for me.”
He just about choked.
“Careful,” you warned him casually. The light glint in your eye didn’t disappear. “You can’t die on me yet. We have plans later.”
“What the fuck happened to the game?” He asked, wiping his mouth with his napkin. “Why am I catching these strays, baby?”
“Catching strays? Did you learn that from the kids at your work?”
“They’re like twenty-two,” Jack corrected. “And yeah, I did. I think I used it correctly.”
“Mhm,” you hummed and finished off your wine. “What do I think they’re talking about? My answer hasn’t changed: work.”
“Still boring.”
“Agreed.” You nodded.
A quiet lull met the table as the food became more important. For all the nights you had to eat alone, having Jack present was a gift enough. He silently invaded your space. Filling every nook until shapes of him left indents in places he hadn’t existed before—at the kitchen table, on the couch, a second toothbrush in the holder, and a dip on his side of the bed.
As you ate, your gazes would meet across the table for brief moments in time.
No one ever looked at you like Jack did. Whatever he was feeling, you saw it in the curve of his eyes. The lines, as they stretched in pleasure and listened to you animatedly talk about anything, grew in adoration the longer you were together.
You imagined by the time you are old and the wrinkles have overtaken what you looked like in the present, Jack would still see you in the same light.
And not everyone is that lucky.
Jack cleared his throat and reached out his left hand onto the table top. You grabbed it as his thumb ran back and forth over your knuckles.
“Sorry about picking up the extra shifts.”
Two doubles. Two SWAT shifts in one week.
“Sometimes I don’t realize that I’m even doing it,” he admitted.
“I just want my husband home, Jack,” you squeezed his hand. “I think you need to start putting your schedule on the fridge.”
“Maybe… do you think Robby ever apologizes for not being a great… partner?”
“Oh hell no,” you amused. “He’s never apologized for anything in his life.”
“No he has not.” Jack agreed with a grin. “But really, sweetheart. I’m sorry about that.”
Your heart skipped a beat. “I love you, you know that?”
“I think you’ve told me once or twice.”
“Possibly a few times more.”
“Yeah,” he hummed. “I love you too.”
Seven tables away, Noelle Hastings was trying not to overthink on her fourth date with Robby.
Her hands folded over her napkin thrice in two minutes and as they waited for their beverages, she couldn’t help but feel the nerves of dating begin to catch up to her. Robby had been nothing but a gem—different from what she had heard and seen around PTMC and unexpected, based on the looks she’d been getting the last few weeks whenever she stepped foot into the ED.
Noelle took in the restaurant. She observed the people in the room to calm herself down—people watching, it was easy. She could imagine their lives and not focus so heavily on her own before she spiraled completely.
There was a gaggle of friends in a booth on the opposite side of the room chatting animatedly; an elderly pair of sisters catching up at a table in the center of the room, and then, a pair she couldn’t stop looking at.
The first thing she noticed was the smile on the woman’s face. Noelle was never the most confident in her abilities to read exactly what people wanted, but she knew what it was like to be in love and to feel it in every ounce of your body. She knew the ways in which a smile could stretch across a face, blurring your vision during fits of laughter. Noelle knew when a woman leaned across a table to take the hand of her lover’s in hers—only to press a kiss into his palm and bring it back down—was something only those truly at peace with their adoration did.
And she couldn’t stop staring.
The ring on the woman’s finger glinted every time she talked. Occasionally, also with a knife waving around unknowingly—to which the partner (the assumed husband) would try very hard to make her put down. Noelle glanced down at her own barren finger and wondered if that would ever be her fate if she kept chasing men like Robby.
“You alright?” Robby asked her after fifteen minutes of spotty conversation.
Noelle nodded, straining a wry smile. “Yeah, fine. Just tired.”
Robby accepted the excuse. “Shifts have been long lately?”
“Very. It doesn’t make for great conversation though. I’d rather not go over the mountains of Medicare paperwork sitting on my desk right now.”
“I don’t blame you.” Robby shook his head, picking up his glass and holding it out to her to toast.
“To a week done and a… weekend free of distractions.”
Their glasses clinked softly in the space around them. As Noelle drank, her eyes strayed from Robby again and landed back to the table of the married pair but as she looked, the woman caught her eye and lost it in an instant.
“You know,” Robby started. “I’m not really believing you when you said everything was fine.”
“It is. I just—nothing. It’s fine. Truly, it is.”
“Then why do you keep looking everywhere else but at me?”
Noelle looked at the table again, catching the woman’s sight another time before Robby followed the trail. Like a hound on a scent, he turned around, arm perched on the back of his booth seat, and fell on the table of Noelle’s attention.
“Oh, fuck.”
Noelle’s face dropped. “Do you know her?”
Robby turned back around and ran a hand over his beard. His head wobbled from side to side before deciding on the easiest way to answer.
“Yes, I know her,” he said slowly.
“Okay,” she nodded just as deliberately. “And is this like an… ex-girlfriend situation or…”
“Oh no,” Robby blurted. “Hell no. I would never—she’s,” he laughed “I would be six feet under if I even had an inkling of a thought about her.”
“Well she keeps looking over here, so.”
Robby glanced back over at you and Jack.
“See the man she’s with?” Noelle acknowledged it. “That’s her husband—Dr. Abbot, from the night shift.”
“Oh,” Noelle said. “The Abbots, then.”
“Mhm. And from where they’re sitting, they’re probably just as confused.”
“Confused about what?”
“You see, Jack there, he’s a friend. A good friend. Maybe my best friend but I don’t know… you know I don’t have a ton of those. I told him that I wasn’t looking for anyone right now because I didn’t want him to—”
“Know about us?” She finished for him.
Robby agreed with a bob. “Yep.” He popped the ‘P’ and drew his finger around the lip of his scotch glass.
“If it makes you feel any better, I haven’t told anyone about us either.” It did make him feel better.
“Do you mind if I?” Robby gestured with his thumb to your direction.
“Are you going to ask them to join our dinner?” Noelle asked jokingly. Robby’s mouth quirked but he ignored it because of course not. The last fucking thing he wanted was for you and Jack to start interrogating him about his love life.
He had married friends. He had married co-workers. But you and Jack? Together? It was like he was handling a live grenade and if it went off, half of it was for the amusement of you both and the other was out of spite for his… lackluster history.
“I’ll be right back.”
“Shit, Jack,” you sputtered. “I think Robby saw me.”
Jack put his fork down and rose his eyebrows. “You weren’t being very subtle, baby. Every five seconds you’re looking over there.”
“I was trying to be,” you explained.
“Let me just—”
From your peripheral, Robby slid out of the booth and straightened out his sweater before pivoting on his feet and walking toward your direction.
“—he’s coming over here.” You gave Jack a giant smile. “Do I have anything in my teeth? Jack.” He wasn’t looking fast enough. “Teeth?”
Jack squinted, barely able to see a speck of anything because of the lighting—he had to pull out his readers to even read the menu. “No you’re fine.”
“Robby?” You feigned innocence, dazzlingly him with a toothy grin. “What a small world.”
“Hey!” Jack played it off too. Fairly well, you thought. He could have been an actor. “What are you doin’ here?”
Robby’s eyes bounced between you and Jack. He thought it was slightly hilarious how, even though he’d caught you staring, that the niceties and horror-like smiles the two of you were giving were cute.
“Oh you know,” he started, “just on a date.”
“Really?” You gasped, suddenly interested and Jack kicked you under the table with his bionic foot. “You’re dating again?”
Robby shrugged. “Here and there.”
“Well good for you. Really.”
“I came over here because—” he cleared his throat and dipped his head as he stepped closer to the table, “—you’re being really fucking weird to my date.”
You scoffed, seeking out Jack who sat back against his chair casually. Your eyes shrunk in distrust that he was going to make you fend for yourself.
“Please. I was just shocked to see you, that’s all.”
“And you, Jack?” Robby asked.
“I didn’t even know you were here,” Jack said and you kissed your teeth.
“Really?” Robby laughed. “That’s funny.”
“A small world after all.”
“Alright, alright.” Robby didn’t believe either of you. You two were also shitty liars. “Actually, Jack, I’ve been meaning to ask you about something anyway. I heard it a few months ago and I just never got around to it.”
Jack glimpsed at you in caution.
“Yeah, brother, what’s up?”
Robby glanced at you, quirking his head to decide whether or not it was worth it. “You know what… nevermind.”
“You sure?” Jack asked with a critical stare.
Robby thought on the rumors he’s heard and the uncontrollable embarrassment that would follow Jack. The man would be mortified to have those words, the idea of him exposed for the sake of Robby’s pettiness.
“It’s nothin’ that can’t wait until next shift.”
“That’s in a few days.”
“Still,” Robby said. “It can wait.”
“So a co-worker?” You asked Robby not meaning to be overly judgmental. “Again.”
“And you’d rather see me with one of your reading friends, huh?” Robby observed dryly.
“Not sure.” You placed your napkin onto the table beside your finished meal. “I just think that someone outside of the field might give you peace of mind.”
“Well, maybe if you met her, your perspective might change.”
Robby looked back over his shoulder at Noelle and gave her a tight smile. Jack shook his head, disbelief washing over him at Robby’s assumption that this one will stick.
“You gonna let her eat by herself or do you wanna pull up a chair?” Jack wondered aloud.
“I just want to make sure that our… business won’t be intruded upon.”
“Business?” You couldn’t help the laugh that came out. “Shit, Robby. Do not call her ‘business’ ever. You’ll never get her to come out with you again.”
“And how did Jack get you to go out with him more than once, let alone marry him?”
Now he was just being petty.
“Have you seen him?” You feigned trivial spite. “He could be mute and still have more charisma than you.”
“I think we see Jack in two different lights.”
“Jack is right here,” Jack spoke up. “Please include said man in your conversations. And I bagged her, she didn’t bag me, brother. A good man knows that.”
Jack sent a wink tumbling into your direction and you felt your cheeks warm.
“You two are… something.”
“We’ll leave you alone,” you told Robby. “We’re almost done here anyway.”
“Thank you,” Robby said half-heartedly.
“Now go back to her. She’s probably more bored than she was before,” Jack waved him off.
Robby retreated back to his table and Noelle gave him a coy face as they settled back into their date and you and Jack made amends with the end of half of yours.
“And that’s why we don’t play games at dinner,” Jack followed Robby’s absence with.
“Oh, please,” you mourned with a flair. “Don’t act like you didn’t like getting to knock him down a peg.”
“I’d much rather—”
“Don’t finish that sentence, Dr. Abbot.” You warned.
“I didn’t say anything!”
“Maybe it’s time to leave, huh?” You pushed your plate further away from the edge. “Move on to something…new.”
“Yeah?” Jack said wisely. “Got any ideas?”
“A few.”
He dug into the pocket of his dinner jacket and flipped open his wallet before the check had been printed. Jack’s mind began to wander to a million different places, impatient to make it to the car and speed home for the sake of his own wants.
“What if we just dine and dashed?” He asked seriously.
“And be banned here forever? I can already see the headline: local veteran flees establishment for sex.”
“They don’t know it’s ‘for sex,’ though.”
Your eyebrows lifted in incredulity. “Sure, Jack. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
“I think we will both sleep very well.”
“Is that a challenge?” You asked him, leaning forward on your elbows.
Absentmindedly, Jack rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt and your eyes locked onto his arms immediately. Anyone else there, Robby and his date, be dammed. What the fuck were you thinking? A game to guess whatever Robby was talking about when you had a fucking feast of a husband right in front of you?
Dipshit. You scolded yourself the more time he took rolling the fabric over each crease.
Jack nodded lightly. His head barely moved.
“I’ll have you out like a light by ten.”
You short circuited for a second. A glitch in your matrix running scattered, barely coherent thoughts by your brain.
“Where the hell is our server?”
It had taken Jack a long time to love his body after he came home. Though it had been many years and he’d come to accept that his memory of self would never be the same, when he was naked beside you, there was nothing to protect him from his thoughts.
And after the many attempts at trying the little blue pill? He performed sporadically and each time was a shot in his armor already scuffed with damage.
Yet you held his face in your hands so gingerly that it paved over the cracks in his facade. It helped build him up, strengthening his conviction that he was still worthy to be the man who pleased you and was able to satisfy you in the end.
A softness in your countenance made the muscles in his back contract. You felt him tense beneath your fingertips, the sides of his torso drawing rigid. You loved so deeply. It poured from every ounce of you but most in the way you looked at Jack. He witnessed you in vulnerability; the sheen of sweat on your forehead a testament to it. Your eyes flicked down between your bodies and he grunted as your reflex made your walls constrict around him.
Your breath hitched. Hands sliding from the sides of Jack’s face to his neck, pulling him in closer until one inch more would contort your view. His gaze turned hooded. The side of his mouth pulled, lines forming as he thought about you and nothing but you.
Jack’s pace picked up, challenging himself and his position. Leg be dammed—he’d deal with the soreness later. He pressed his thumb in the spot behind your ear; the joint of your jaw moving it as your mouth fell open softly, a whine he hadn’t heard in awhile meeting the audible thwop of his cock thrusting into you. It was an obscenity he’d welcome time and again so long as it meant he could feel you like this, have you between his hands, and loving him all at once.
“Shit,” you let out a quiet, warm laugh that tickled his face. “Holy shit, Jack.”
He kissed the side of your mouth and let his lips linger there.
Your chest blossomed with tenderness that nearly hurt. You loved him. You loved the curls on his head and the way his heart burned with empathy; his drive to keep moving forward amidst nights where his memories consumed every bone in his body. Jack was unyielding in his support of you and God, you could feel it in the way he moved.
“Keep breathing, love,” he whispered.
A hand fell down to grasp his forearm hovering above your chest. Small indents of crescent shaped moons met his graying hairs and defined veins before smoothing out. Your hand was damp with toil, seeking to mark him with remnants of you he’d never want to wash away.
His voice was honeyed around words of soft reassurances. Jack’s eyes rarely left yours when so vulnerable. Even when your body was arching into his, chasing after a high only he could help you reach, he watched you and your lips and your sighs.
His teeth pulled back on his bottom lip as he drank you in. And before he even realized he had let go, your hand was splayed against his jaw, thumb gliding over the same lip.
Jack leaned forward, pushing his mouth against yours. You opened up for him without him needing to ask. His tongue slipped against yours, pulling a sound from you that the heavens created just for his ears. Jack took the your hand resting against his face and guided it back to the pillow above your head. His fingers slotted between yours as he slowed down his hips, rocking his cock into you as deeply as it could go.
“Oh fuck,” you careened. Eyes fluttering and rolling with your head tipped back against the pillow.
Jack’s free hand slinked from your head to between your breasts to your clit where it settled with pressure. He bobbed his head at you, urging you to continue down that path.
“Baby,” he said lilted. “I got you. I got you.”
“Ja—” you started but he nodded as though he knew what you were going to say. His fingers moved fast and rough with the help of the lube that left its residue around you.
“You’ve got me too, yeah?” Jack said lowly and it vibrated within your bones.
“Of course,” you exhaled.
Jack’s muscles trembled in an effort to hold himself back because he knew you weren’t there yet. He felt your toes curl in as they brushed the back of his legs. Your left leg dug into the mattress behind the clean line of what existed before and the other into his thick calf.
His voice continued barely above a whisper. “God, I fucking love you. So much. I love you so fucking much.”
Maybe it was the tone, or combination of his hands and his unrelenting pace but you groaned, a cry of appreciation, straight into Jack’s heart.
“You almost there, baby?” He begged. “I’m there. I’m there. I wanna feel you. I’m gonna wait for you.”
You couldn’t remember the last time you finished together. Usually it was half and half. Jack would get you off, then you’d fuck and he’d come later. Swap it a million different ways but it still didn’t happen together frequently. Except it had been days. Long, tiring days of wishing to be beside one another and finally you were as close as you possibly could be.
And Jack pleaded for you.
He coaxed an orgasm from your body that had been dormant for days. Your shoulders trembled, quivering when you felt the delicate pulsing of his own fill you as his hand in yours nearly crushed the feeling left in it. His fingers removed themselves from your clit and grasped your hip tightly.
Jack’s mouth captured yours immediately.
You both chased the electricity that sparked on all nerves. There was no time to allow breaths to catch up. Every second that surpassed as the high faded into a tired relief lingered in a gentle preserve of desire.
You bit down gently on his lip and tugged. Jack’s hand loosened its grip on yours but didn’t let go completely.
His eyes stayed closed.
He listened to you recover and felt himself soften against the spasms you had no power over. There was no rush to clean up, to change the sheets, or lay down completely. Jack held you close and reminded himself that his time outside of your union could be reduced for the sake of these moments.
Your hands ran up his back and around his shoulders, pulling him closer. They burrowed into the back of his head and into his hair damp with sweat.
“I’m so proud of you,” you sighed.
For all that he’s done, all that he’s given, and whatever might come next. A small piece of him rewarded himself on not needing his support in the back of the medicine cabinet for the first time in months—a strange, selfish reason to be proud of himself. But you were proud.
And he prided himself in that.
“Come on.” He rubbed his thumb into your hip. You shook your head, placing your lips to his again.
“I don’t wanna,” you murmured against his mouth. “Five more minutes.”
“If we shower, you can wash my hair,” Jack suggested as though it would move you—it didn’t. Nevertheless, he still kissed you back.
“Lay with me, Jack.”
Five minutes turned into ten… then you got to wash his hair.
And you were asleep by 10:05, just like he promised.
Four days later, Robby arrived in the ED with a newfound pep in his step. Everyday was unpredictable for him lately and the good days were far and few between, so, he took an inch and made it last a mile when the satisfaction rattled through his soul.
Jack was already talking to Dana at a computer about a patient in South 17 when Robby joined them, setting his bag down on the floor where Jack’s was already packed and ready to go.
“Did I miss hand offs already?” Robby asked both of them.
“Jack asked me to come in early so he could get a jump start home,” Dana detailed and Jack logged out.
“I’ve got places to be, people to see,” Jack said causally. Robby scoffed, eyes looking around the hub at his staff.
“You mean your wife.”
Jack nodded once. “And if I get out of here in—” he glanced down at his watch “—five minutes I can catch her before she gets out of bed.”
“Isn’t that sweet,” Dana cooed. “Take notes, Robinavitch. You might need it someday.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that.” Robby put his glasses on, dipping them low on his nose. “Abbot might not have the best advice.”
Jack saddled his bag onto his shoulder. “Did the date not go well?” His brows lifted in no apology. “It was quite a fun thing to experience, if I do say so myself.”
Robby laughed an “uh oh” as though he were being challenged.
“Well, I’d hate to be on the other side of what dates look like.”
Jack narrowed his eyes, gazing at his friend with speculation before walking out of the hub. Dana backed off as Princess came snooping with an air of gossip waiting to be unleashed.
Robby gave Jack a few steps head start before jogging up to catch him.
“It actually went very well, if you care,” Robby said quietly. “We’re getting drinks after work tonight.”
Jack stopped. He looked at Robby’s face and knew in an instant that he was being honest. He did like Noelle—even if he had a strange way of showing it.
“Good for you, brother.” Jack slapped a hand on his back. “I’m happy for you.”
“Thanks…” Robby tilted his head. “Is she?”
“Is she what?” Jack asked. “Who?”
“Is your wife happy?”
Jack’s enjoyment broke. “What?”
“Oh, sorry,” Robby chuckled. He shook off an imaginary thought. “I was gonna talk to you about this, remember? I heard from someone a few months back that there was a little… problem? An age related one?”
“An—“ Jack paused, lightly offended. “What the fuck are you on about?”
“I don’t know… just this like… little blue pill problem?”
God. Jack’s face lit on fire. Who the fuck blabbed?
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Who the hell talked? Who told the only person that Jack specifically wished never knew about his Viagra problem?”
“No?” Robby’s mouth quirked into an amused frown. “Okay, so nothing’s wrong in that department?”
“N-no.” Jack could have slapped himself for the stutter. “But it’s not fucking age related, Robinavitch. And you’re older than me, fucker. So, don’t even go there.”
“I’ve never had a problem.” Robby shrugged and Jack began walking away before anymore questions could be asked.
“At least I’m married!”
“See ya, Abbot!” Robby bid easily as Jack threw up his middle finger. “Mind your own business next time!”
“Fuck off, Robby!”
And the ambulance bay doors closed behind him with a swish.
a/n: jack has such vibes that i simply can’t resist him. he’s an itch we can’t (don’t want to) scratch.
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going to sleep ungroped my waist ungrabbed and my pussy unrubbed through my panties what a sick and twisted world we live in what is society planning to do about this
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