đŠââŹđȘïž #1 perverted goth, baby t-boy, stinkiest bug boy on earth.
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about bug
â you can call me bug or zero.
â im a 19 yo trans man from turkey, pronouns: he/they.
â im an istj 9w1.
four favorites:
â movies: texas chainsaw massacre (1974), stoker (2013), the blair witch project (1999), the rocky horror picture show (1975).
â shows: brooklyn 99, the bear, the pitt, blacklist.
â artists: ethel cain, ludacris, chelsea wolfe, hozier.
â bands: the cranberries, the cure, nine inch nails, limp bizkit.
â games: sally face, life is strange: before the storm, god of war: ragnarok, the last of us part II.
about my blog
â ships & dynamics i'll write for: rabbot (jack abbot x michael robby robinavitch / the pitt), langhorn (frank langdon x jesse van horn / the pitt), mohabbot (samira mohan x jack abbot / the pitt), barantos (baran al-hashimi x trinity santos / the pitt), langtaker (frank langdon x dennis whitaker / the pitt), wallis (emery walsh x parker ellis / the pitt), mellis (parker ellis x melissa king / the pitt), mentos (melissa king x trinity santos / the pitt) whitsantos siblingism (dennis whitaker & trinity santos / the pitt), walshabbot siblingism (emery walsh & jack abbot / the pitt), ellabbot siblingism (parker ellis & jack abbot / the pitt), crashtos (victoria javadi x trinity santos / the pitt), popecarter (andrew pope cody / animal kingdom x john carter / er).
â i will occasionally write x reader stuff as well, but be vary of the fact that the reader will always be written as a trans man because that's what i am.
đŠââŹđȘïž MDNI! i just know there was not one person robby was NOT sleeping with in medschool.
jack was around like the tenth person he had sex with and the following were to sorta kinda to forget about him because we all know robby and his seven-week-long things. he was not about to lose a friend and the only person who was still looking into his eyes with softness in his own. he's like no way i've got feelings for him. (but he's back for more six days out of the week.) then one day when he's getting destroyed all while picturing the hands on his hips are big like paws with chubby fingers and the a-little-too-thin shoulders he throws his legs over are beefier with freckles and sunspots all over them he's like. oh. so okay.
đŠââŹđȘïž moodboard for the next chapter of "stale incense, old sweat". thank you so much for the love on it, it makes me so happy to see people appreciate this idea! also holy shit making moodboards is so fun i feel like a baby playing with applesauce.
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.
đŠââŹđȘïži love how rabbot complete eachother perfectly-
-like robby's fingers are long and thin, and he's amazing at finding jack's g-spot just perfectly. and jack's fingers are soooo chubby and thick and they stretch robby out so well. and with how deep he shoves them into robby he has him crying and clenching tight around them in no time.
jack finding out that robby has a pretty pussy. jack being the only one robby has told that he's trans except for his grandma. so jack did what he do best, he ate out robby until the poor man is screaming his name and squirting on his face.
the next day they have received a noise complaint in their dorm and have to awkwardly lie about blasting porn in the middle of the night so robby can keep his dignity.
â MDNI. the fic contains implied smut & smut point blank period. SLOW. BURN. im taking my time with this.
â parker ellis & emery walsh insert because lesbians & trans men are like this đ€đ».
â word count: 5.6k
đŠââŹđȘïž hullo gay people :). this is my first time writing for rabbot and they're trans because im trans and i said so. also pride month may be over but rabbot shenanigans and perversions are forever.
tried my best, hope you'll enjoy it! feedback & critism is appreciated!
chapter i: you give me the reason
As graduation drew near and Robby found himself looking out the classroom window every now and then, watching the grass gently swaying in the wind around the empty basketball court, he felt he could go back to that moment. Or perhaps to those moments.
Back in kindergarten, as he sat on a bench watching the other children play in the yard, his eyes were always fixed on one of them: jagged teeth and freckles, auburn curls atop a reddened face from running about under the midday sun in spring.
When they were both in middle school, he'd watch him play basketball when they were both little girls. Jack's two braids, curls flying wild everytime he'd sweat.
He didn't know how both of them had gotten so lucky. Robby's grandmother had only not talked to him for a week when she found out he'd only been taping his breasts down, unable to keep herself from holding on even tighter to the boy's hand; the boy she raised on her own, who she couldn't be more proud of, watching him become the man that he was now.
And when Robby first saw Jack with wide shoulders; arms he wanted to trace the lines of muscles of with his fingertips, he hoped he had it even easier than he himself did.
Though the town itself had a hard time coming to terms with the fact that the proper girl who they hoped would become the sweetest, most ideal version of a woman was infact a man. Him and his grandmother were no longer very welcome to the small, close-knit group of people Robby had been raised around. The few sticking around had always felt as if they were doing it half out of pity, half out of hope that Robby would "return back to normal." But for his grandmother he was everything a parent could dream of, the body that those people saw only a vessel. He was never going to stray from his ambitions, his passion, his righteousness, but he had a path, they said. A path that had been drawn. But Robby never thought of himself as someone lucky. Both him and his grandmother knew he'd have to carve the soil himself, and he did.
With time passing their little group started to "let it slide;" the way Robby held himself, the name people called him by were now things they had became accustomed to, sometimes a thing that they pretended didn't exist. But Robby had grown, too, he didn't care if he "let people down," when all he did was being himself.
The town progressed, the number of highschools within it's borders had suddenly raised to two, the newer an academy where Robby managed to get in with a scholarship. He might not have expected to see him in the hallways or have him sitting behind him in shared classes, but that was silly, because neither of them had anywhere else to go.
At least not back then.
When the bell rang, signaling the end of class, Robby would almost jump out of his seat, and the curly-haired boy in question would grin at him. But he lowered his head and began gathering his things with full concentration; class was over, and now it was time to head back to his grandmotherâs house, listen to the half-hour-long âWhy donât you have a girlfriend yet?â lecture, and then lock himself in his room to pick up his drumsticks. While growing up, heâd shown a talent and moreso, passion to rhythm. Whether it was tapping a fork and knife on the table or creating his own with a pen he tapped on the edge of the desk while studying. He rarely took pride in his abilities, though his grandmother, watching her grandson with fond eyes as he pat the dining table while he awaited his favourite dish of oven-baked salmon, she didn't let it go. She watched this boy grow up, from who he was to the person he wanted to be and grow old as, saved up most of her retirement payment to buy him a drum set, a gift sheâd given him for his eighteenth birthday, brought to his grandmother's by his great uncleâ who he saw for the first and last time only when he was delivering the said gift to their house. Ever since then, whenever he needed to relieve stress or simply got tired of studying, heâd pick up his drumsticks and forget the whole world. Today would be no different.
That was, until he felt someone tap him on the shoulder twice just as Robby was starting to sit up straight at his desk after shoving all his pens into his case and the case into his bag along with his textbook and notebook. Although heâd felt eyes watching him from behind, the owner of those eyes, with their familiar hazel, had left him frozen in his seat.
âMichael, right?â
âUh, yeah.â
Robby stood up, and the bench creaked as it moved away from him, his brown eyes fixed on hazel. Jack rolled his shoulders, lips pursed, and Robby felt like he was drowning. He watched the boy cock his head to the side like a curious dog, and the burning he felt right underneath his skin worsened at the sight.
âDo you... like rock music?â
Robby's brows knit. He did, okay, maybe with his very ruly hair that he tamed with a comb every morning and the button ups he wore no matter the weather it wasn't very easy to tell.
âYes, but...why?â
Jack grinned and Robby felt as if the air had been knocked out of his lungs because of the crooked teeth visible through Jack's chapped, pink lips.
âWe have a show tonight at The Beetle, Iâd like you to come watch. I-I mean, if you want to, of course.â For a moment, his bright hazel eyes didnât look as confident as they had at first; they darted nervously across Robbyâs face, and Robby felt a tingling sensation run through his body.
â...Sure. I'd like that,â Robby said, struggling to tear his eyes away from Jackâs, before he looked out at the empty classroom.
The Beetle was a short walk from grandmother's house, he wouldnât even need to ride his bike. Besides, as he walked alone along that dirt path, perhaps to keep his emotions in check; heâd talk to himself, stand a little straighter, and when the show began he'd listen to Jack shred guitar, illuminated by the Beetle's purple and pink lightning without fidgeting nervously.
He hadnât found out that Jack played the guitar until they were in high school. Watching him for so long it felt strange, not knowing the boy's favourite passage of time, but Robby had always convinced himself it was a bit unsettling how he couldn't just look away. But he thought that if he could only take his eyes off him, he wouldnât watch Jack. Which was a lie, tooâevery one of Jackâs movements, mannerisms, and behaviors drew Robby in like a foolish flight of a moth toward the light of trust; carried him along like a current dragging a stone down a stream.
Jack clapped once; his eyes sparkled like sunlight filtering through the trees, and his crooked teeth reappeared in his smile. His freckled cheeks rose all the way up to his eyes, and Robby thought he was really getting sick, that all of this was a hallucination. As his head spun, he tried to discreetly grip the edge of the desk.
âGreat. Ellis said she saw you playing the drums once in the music roomâletâs see if your talent can match hers. See you at nine tonight, Mike,â he said, and walked out of the classroom with that crooked smile on his face. Robby, meanwhile, stood there, not knowing what to do with any part of his body or himself.
That walk home from school had felt like torture, Robby remembers it clear as day now. Why was it that Jack asked him of all people within his bandâ and to admit it was only three people, but still, why him? And why'd he have to phrase it like that, like he wanted Robby to be there among the crowd, as if they were friends? Robby's stomach felt fuzzy then, now it was downright painful to even think about this interaction as he turned the key to the door. Was Jack just fucking with him? Was there no show at all, was this a cruel joke? That time he had played drums in the music room of the academy was weeks ago, Robby couldn't understand if Jack had been sitting on this information, waiting for the right time to approach Robby with the fact that Ellis had mentioned she'd seen him. Robby, being as he always were whenever he sat behind the drums, was fully focused, though he can recall the sound of footsteps towards the door, and wincing at the interruption vefore they scurried off. A hopeless, or maybe a little-too-hopeful part of him imagined Jack had used Ellis' name to cover himself, that Jack was the one who noticed him playing. He was so distraught that the only thing pulling him from his daydreaming of kissing that toothy grin off Jack's face, lunging at him from the crowd drunk off his mind and onto the stage, burying his fingers in the auburn curls where sweat had beaded at the bases of and tug, tug until their lips met, were his grandmother's laugh as she enveloped him in a warm, tight embrace.
"Ah, Michael, i've been telling you to stop studying so much, boy, look at you! you can barely stand!" she exclaimed as she let him go, her grip now released from his back and moved onto his forearms, frail, trembling fingers with the strengtrh of a god.
"Oh... You've gotten so thin these days," with that Robby let out a short huff of air, a smile curling on his face, brows knitting together as he saved himself from her grasp, resting a light hand on the woman's back.
"Please, Bubbe, I'm alright."
"Alright, tch. Dinner's almost ready, I'm not letting you leave the table unless i see your plate is clean."
And clean his plate did Robby, helped with the dishes as he always did, earned a little clap on his back and permission to "see his friend perform at a nearby bar" from his grandmother.
đŠââŹđȘïž i hope you enjoyed the first chapter :). i was blasting nine inch nails cooking this up, the title is based on my favorite song from them, "sin." and i recommend their music, though rabbot's music in this is fic will be very akin to the cure's 1982 album "pornography," (which is also my favorite album from them that i highly recommend you listen to as well) so rock/post-punk-ish... also this was heavily inspired by life is strange: before the storm and just amberprice in general. like i mentioned in the beginning, please feel free to give me criticism!
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.
