author's note and warnings: guys there's smut. because these are my barbies whom i make scissor. it's unethical. robby is upset. langdon wants love and attention (and dick). enjoy.
"I don't have a best friend."
“What am I?”
“You’re my best resident. Big difference.”
“Yeah, but we’re still friends?”
“Not if this conversation goes on much longer.”
Dr. Frank Langdon, emergency medicine senior resident, wondered whether Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch, senior attending, liked him.
He felt like a little kid on the playground, wanting his existence acknowledged by the most popular guy in school. He wanted so badly to be as close to Robby as Dr. Abbot was. At first, he figured it wasn’t anything serious, he has always been like that.
Langdon has always wanted love.
Needy, clingy Langdon who never showed his cards or pulled his punches and kept a safe distance with anyone (even his wife and kids), felt a new itch inside him the day he met Robby.
He couldn't list exactly what set that itch off on his ten fingers. Maybe he could if he held Robby’s calloused fingers in his own and counted the circles of his fingertips. Maybe then.
Frank, as no one calls him in the ER, held that thought for days. He puked over it, passing it off to his family as mild food poisoning even though they all ate at the same table every day. Who were they to question the doctor?
Confused was one word to explain how he felt. Horrified was a much more accurate term.
The last time he felt this way about someone, he got married. There was no way in hell he was having those same feelings. At least that is what said to himself as he jerked off every day in the shower, hot water almost piercing his skin, pretending it was Robby’s nails and teeth digging into his skin.
It’s the painkillers. A voice in his head reminded him, and he immediately shoved it away, remnants of shame creeping into his conscience.
Painkillers alter moods. Maybe they changed my hormones. Langdon bit his lip deep in thought before chewing on the last morsel of protein bar stuck to the aluminum wrap.
“Dr. Langdon, the labs you ordered? Mr. Raina’s bloodwork shows low hemoglobin and iron, B-12 at an all time low of a hundred.”
Langdon snapped out of the ridiculous conversation he humored with his own conscience and turned his attention to Mel, immediately relaxing in her presence.
“Uh… thanks, Mel. Administer a B-12 shot and prescribe vitamin c, iron, and vitamin d supplements.” Langdon informed, almost on autopilot. Anemia was so common he swore he had the same exact conversation ten minutes ago with Mateo.
Mel nodded in her usual, focused manner, about to turn around to leave before stopping to question, “Are you okay, Dr. Langdon?”
Mel was observant as fuck.
Langdon hesitated, “Uh. Yeah, I’m fine. Just late night with the kids.” The best part about a job that put the patient’s best interest in the most dire situations was how good he got at lying. With patients, it had a line: Say what you need to save their life. If the patient insists they don't drink, agree with them and take a blood test and CT scan anyway. At the end of the day it's for the patient.
Lying was fun. And as with anything else, moderation was not a regular part of Langdon's routine.
He had to be the best in his class all throughout highschool, undergrad, masters degree, and part of the dean's list whenever possible. He couldn't get his head out of his textbooks because he wanted to be the best. He needed to be the best.
When he needed, he needed so much he could die. Every lay of his life left his bed with an earnest performance review. Needless to say his bedside manners only improved every time. And when he said “just one more” to himself with a vial of ativan clasped between his sweaty palms, he had nothing but green lights flashing in his head.
Langdon was anything but moderate, always going out of the way to impress every set of eyes in the room. For him, there was nothing worse than being on the receiving side of disappointment. He aimed to please. Even the goldendoodle he brought home for his kids was to make them happy. He got paid enough to support his wife and kids. What was one more mouth to feed if it made his children happy for the next few months till they eventually got bored of the dog?
All throughout the morning, Langdon kept his eyes on Robby, looking for a twitch of disapproval in his eyebrows as he monitored procedures. If Langdon sensed anything but satisfaction, his fingers would squeeze around whatever medical instrument had the misfortune of being within his grasp. There was no way he was going to disappoint Robby.
The compliments were the best part. A mere “good work” or “nice job, Langdon,” from his senior attending would have him on a high all day, barely reaching for those pills in his locker. His own little painkiller without side effects.
Just like those pills, however, he was dependent on Robby too.
Every time he would see the man striding around the department, the most important person in any room, waiting or operating, his pulse would skyrocket, craving one look of reassurance from him. Just one more glance from coffee browns to icy blues that melted Langdon’s brain in the matter of seconds.
Today, Robby was not having a good day.
Adamson’s death anniversary was clearly affecting Robby and his patience. He would snap at regular troublesome patients whom he usually waved off, and he almost yelled at Mohan because she was taking too long with patients.
And the worst part of the day was when he found Langdon’s stash.
He had never seen Robby so angry. The veins on his forehead popped as he yelled at Langdon in the hallway, Princess and a patient caught in the crossfire. Shame flooded Langdon’s senses watching his mentor throw his shit on the ground and shout in the hospital in front of everyone within earshot. Langdon had fucked up bad.
“Get out! And don’t come back here till you’ve gotten your shit together, fuck!”
Langdon couldn’t bear to hear Robby talk to him like that. He knew he fucked up. He knew he should get help. But hearing it from the man he wanted to be adored by was probably the worst thing for his psyche right now. All it did was make him sad, and Langdon had rarely ever sat with sadness. He would push it down and move on because it wasn’t worth honing over.
There was a first time for everything.
“No.” The word escaped Langdon’s throat quietly.
Robby’s face fell like he had been factory reset, voice laced with venom, “What did you say?”
“I’m not going home, Robby.” Langdon repeated himself, gathering bits of courage to look up from his shoes soaked in patients’ blood. He knew very well that Robby could call security and end this matter in less than a minute. He knew that. But he still felt like trying Robby’s patience.
What else could he do other than yell?
Langdon wanted to find out.
“I’ve proven myself here, time and time again. I know I fucked up, but I also know I’m a good doctor. You can’t do this to me. Call security, I don't care.”
Robby was a hurricane personified, storm dawning over his normally kind eyes.
“Mother-” Robby charged loudly towards Langdon before composing himself, “-fucker, you wanna act tough now?”
“When else have I done this, Robby?” Langdon pleaded softly, eyes welling up. The bright lights shone over them in the medically white hallway. Death and hard truths floated in the air.
He hated being weak.
The older man scratched his scalp furiously, trailing his fingers down his beard in frustration. If Langdon didn’t know any better, he would think Robby would just spontaneously combust.
He watched his senior place his hands on his waist, staring down at the sickeningly clean floors of the hallway, fingers visibly clawing into his scrubs. Langdon was so afraid of what would happen. Would he hit him? Would he risk his entire career to let out his anger?
“Meet me in call room three in five minutes.”
Langdon’s thought train halted, “What?”
Robby started toward his direction, walking with intent and past Langdon’s shivering body. He could smell the coffee and disinfectant from Robby as he walked by in a hurry, making him a bit dizzy.
He knew not to defy him then. Maybe Robby wanted to talk. Maybe he was handling the situation privately. Maybe he was still keeping his job. Langdon had some hope. He wasn’t totally cynical.
The moment Langdon set his things down on the desk in call room three, the door creaked open softly, revealing an alert Robby, licking his lips as he looked outside for any incoming traffic before shutting the door carefully and pulling the blind.
“Robby, I just wanted to thank you for hearing me out-”
“Who the fuck do you think you are?”
Langdon swallowed around nothing, completely taken aback by the question.
“What… Listen Robby, please, you need to listen to me.”
Robby flashed him one of those sarcastic, semi-frustrated smiles of his that made his underlings cower in fear.
“You risked patients’ lives and jeopardized your career and mine. Do you know what could have happened? Do you have any fucking idea the consequences of your fuck-”
“I know I fucked up, please-”
“Shut your fucking mouth, I don’t wanna hear anymore-”
“I just wanted you to be proud of me!” Langdon shrieked, louder than he thought he could, breaking any and all boundaries of their professional relationship. Not that anything about the situation they were in was professional.
The ventilator in the room pushed the cold in, a chill traveling up Langdon’s spine. Robby’s face softened, then his eyes narrowed, like a scope on a rifle. Langdon had never been more terrified. The older man took a seat on the neat and empty bed, looking like he was rethinking his life. Langdon felt something break in his chest.
Then his legs carried him as he knelt to the ground, fingers grasping at the legs of Robby’s scrubs, knees hitting the linoleum floor unabashedly.
“Please, just hear me out, Robby,” Langdon begged, eyebrows twisting up, eyes glistening with tears at his superior. Robby was his only hope. His only way out, not just medically, but according to his own conscience.
Fingers digging into Robby’s muscular calves, Langdon held on tight as if that would convince Robby to let him stay.
“You want me to be proud of you?” Robby finally spoke, opening his eyes that were tightly screwed shut. Langdon could feel the hatred in each syllable of Robby’s.
“Yes, yes please. Robby, I would do anything, you know me, you know this.”
Robby jutted his lips in denial, but didn’t move or take Langdon’s hands off his legs. He sat in silence, eyes flitting to Langdon’s face, gaze trailing down the strands of hair that were so annoyingly perfect he was pissed off seeing them every morning. Robby looked into Langdon’s eyes, finding nothing but a confusing mixture of denial and regret.
He denied his addiction. He regretted letting Robby down.
Langdon saw something click in Robby. The older man suddenly looked calmer. Still stern, but less explosive. He wanted to get inside his head and figure out what was going on in there.
Robby raised his hand and Langdon almost flinched thinking Robby would slap him, or hit him, or do something that was not simply sitting in silence. Now that he was closer to his mentor, Langdon could smell hints of Robby’s fabric softener, cologne, and some sweat from the already insane day he had had. He hated that he was now another worry added to Robby’s endless list, but his scent twisted Lngdon’s gut so deliciously, he swore he felt his cock twitch.
Not the time, he thought, eyes still glued on Robby.
Robby’s thumb curled as he lowered it to Langdon’s spit slicked lips. The pad of his thumb dipped into the plush of Langdon’s bottom lip, revealing his bottom teeth, calloused skin harsh against the younger’s.
“Robby-”
“Just shut the fuck up. For two fucking minutes.”
Langdon followed. He gave up his defense and focused on Robby, how his fingers latched to the bottom of his chin, red hot touch wiring jolts of electricity to his stomach.
Langdon dropped his jaw, allowing Robby to explore further. The older man slid his thumb past his bottom teeth and onto Langdon’s silver tongue that began gathering spit. The younger man could practically feel himself about to ruin his underwear as he tasted the salt on Robby’s skin. Rough skin brushed Langdon’s tongue out so it hung out of his mouth. The mentor finally spoke.
“Suck.”
Langdon let out a noise so embarrassing he felt his ego shrink and his cock grow, tongue hanging out and saliva dripping down his jutted berry lips. Robby gave him a second to gather his brain before advancing deeper into Langdon’s mouth as the younger man wrapped his lips around his thumb in an instant, swallowing around it.
Robby let out a satisfied exhale, shifting in his seat, other hand lifting from the bed and reaching for the drawstring of his sweats. Langdon’s eyes shifted down to Robby’s hips, watching intently as he slowly pulled the string and untied it in one go.
Was this actually happening?
Langdon felt like he was in one of his many dreams about Robby. He certainly didn't imagine it like this. He thought Robby would invite him over to watch a game and have a drink with him and things could lead into something more risque.
But he wasn't complaining.
Langdon was on his knees in a call room in the hospital with his mentor’s finger in his mouth, about to be used thoroughly by the looks of everything.
He almost came at that thought.
Langdon’s eyes scanned the veins in Robby’s hands leading up to his forearms, and drabbled spit down Robby’s thumb once again, salivating at the mere thought of having Robby’s cock in his mouth.
He had dreamt of how he would feel. He almost caught a glance of it once as he talked to him about some patient’s stats while using the urinals in the hospital bathroom. And from what he saw, he knew he needed almost a bucket more of lubrication to even take him halfway down his throat.
Langdon moaned around his finger as Robby started to draw back slowly, collecting all of his spit before standing up to lower his sweats. The hem of his shirt rose and Langdon wondered what it would be like to lick and bite his midriff.
“Robby-” Langdon barely let out, still sucking and devouring the savory skin of Robby’s thumb.
The older man shushed him, pulling him into his hip and sliding his thumb out, a string of Langdon’s saliva bridging the tip of his thumb to the younger's already swollen bottom lip.
Langdon could hear Robby’s shivering breaths, something he usually heard when he was angry or vexed, but this was something else. This was impatience.
His eyes traced the outline of Robby’s cock through his black briefs, swallowing around nothing as he admired the view.
Robby looked down at him, clouded eyes growing darker like a tempest steadily brewing. Loathe coated his expression but Langdon wasn’t afraid anymore. He was ready.
Hands working separately, the man in trouble parted his lips before leaning close and licking a stripe up Robby’s length, drawing a shaky breath from the man towering over him. His nimble fingers sizzled at contact with Robby’s bare skin just an inch or two above the hem of his briefs before curling them underneath the elastic band and tugging them down slowly, tufts of curls revealing with every little pull.
Whatever was happening outside in the ER was now not their business.
Robby was big; which wouldn't have been a surprise if Robby wasn’t already hard, the head of his cock an angry scarlet, already leaking in anticipation.
Langdon wanted to cry. Not because he didn’t like any of this. Because he felt like all his questions had been answered. Robby liked him. Robby wanted him.
The younger man’s eyes welled up as he examined Robby, long and heavy, veins bulging down to the base. He noticed a tattoo scattered on the side of his hip, and he almost lunged to lick it.
Before Langdon could do anything, however, Robby grasped the kneeling man’s gel-slicked hair, pulling it back to expose his throat.
So empty. Robby marveled.
Langdon could only watch as Robby brought his spit-slicked thumb to the tip of his length and ran it over the slit, letting out a moan so deep and guttural that it made Langdon’s cock leak against his underwear.
The older man pushed Langdon’s head near the tip of his dick, lips brushing against the hot, throbbing skin as Langdon groaned in need.
“Please, Robby-”
Robby swiped the head through Langdon’s wet lips, already feeling the warmth of his underling’s mouth, brushing his length against his gums. Langdon dripped saliva all over him as he waited for instructions. He wanted to make him so happy. He would do anything for him.
“Open.” Robby stated, and Langdon dropped his jaw in relief, fingers latching onto the older man’s length.
“Don't fuckin’ touch me.” Robby hissed, and Langdon backed his hands away immediately. He watched as Robby lowered Langdon’s mouth onto his cock, coating his tip in warmth and slick.
Langdon moaned at the feeling of his mouth being occupied, finally feeling full. His own dick was now begging to be let out but the friction of his scrubs against Robby’s shoe had him satisfied for now. As Robby slid further down Langdon’s throat, he reminded the younger man to breathe through his nose and relax his jaw, losing his mind at the tightness of his employee’s mouth.
Langdon was now struggling. Robby was thick and a little too long for his usual routine of sucking dick. He wanted to take his time with him: kiss the tip and work his hands around his balls. He couldn't do any of that. He couldn't show just how good he could be.
“Fuuuuuck, F-frank.” Robby exhaled quietly, hitting the roof of Langdon’s mouth before feeling his throat clamp around him. Langdon choked and spat and gagged at the obstruction as he felt Robby somehow grow harder.
He called him Frank. He had never called him Frank before.
Langdon whimpered around Robby, mouth full and lips contracting just halfway across his length, sending vibrations up his cock. Robby fisted Langdon’s hair tighter. Langdon couldn't be quiet anymore.
He exhaled loudly, crying around Robby in the magic of it all as he watched Robby slide out before going back in further. Robby was about to bottom out.
“Fnmnhg,” was all that Langdon could add to the conversation as Robby slipped lowerr and further down Langdon’s throat, curving down to his oesophagus, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. Tears ran down his cheeks, jaw already sore.
Robby was in a time crunch, but Langdon had forgotten all about the world outside. And to be fair, Robby was also close to losing himself inside Langdon. With one thrust, Robby now fit completely and perfectly inside Langdon, the younger’s nose pressed against the dark curls at the base of his cock. Langdon couldn't breathe. He couldn't speak. He couldn't think.
It was perfect.
Robby shut his eyes, the tightness of Langdon’s throat squeezing him in all the right places. The vein on the underside of Robby’s cock nestled perfectly on Langdon’s slippery tongue, pulling out the most breathtaking sounds from his superior.
Langdon groaned again, trying his best to breathe through his nose, inhaling the smell of soap and musk that sent lightning up his cock. God, he had a new addiction to add to the list, it seemed.
Robby could notice Langdon's struggle; the way his eyebrows twisted up beautifully in acceptance yet slight discomfort at Robby’s outstanding length, cheeks hot with tears, and throat completely used. Robby had wanted this for so long: just to use that pretty mouth of his for some good instead of having it run rampant in the ER. Sometimes Robby’s eyes would flicker to Langdon’s arms or exposed skin on his midriff, and he would have the sudden urge to bend him over and milk him for all he’s worth.
Now he had a reason to. Not that the ethics board would agree. He knew what they were doing was so wrong.
Anybody could walk in. Anyone. Princess, Perlah, or worse, one of the interns.
He could lose everything. He could lose his medical license if he was found fucking his employee’s throat into oblivion as other doctors scrambled to save whoever was dying that minute.
Something switched on in Robby at the sheer thrill and insanity of the situation. He was exhausted from being responsible and caring and considerate the entire damn time. He just wanted to let go and do whatever the fuck he wanted. Do whoever the fuck he wanted.
With one last groan from Langdon inciting such a perfect twist of his gut traveling down to the tip of his leaking cock, Robby thrusted upward in Langdon’s throat, fucking the gummy walls of his mouth without a care. Langdon shrieked before grabbing the back of Robby’s thighs for balance. He was worried that Robby would tell him to get his hands off. But Robby had stopped thinking altogether.
“F-fuck, Frank…”
There it was. Calling him by his first name again. Langdon was losing it.
As Langdon’s mouth was put to use, the motion and warmth mixed with the highly unprofessional sounds of spit squelching against his cock jet Robby through his orgasm mortifyingly quickly. He bucked hard and rough against Langdon, pushing his head against his hip, spilling down the younger man’s throat. Langdon held his breath till Robby finished jutting into his mouth, cum spurting so heavily that Langdon found himself humping Robby’s shoe and cumming into his boxers.
“Oh, baby, fuck, oh fuck.” Robby muttered silently, and Langdon felt himself already growing hard again at the nickname as he hummed obscenely on his cock.
Robby pulsed slowly inside his mouth, still reeling from the shattering orgasm he just had inside his employee’s mouth and down his throat. Robby swore he almost saw God as he peaked, letting out every frustration from this morning (and four years ago) into his coworker.
“Rob- Robby…”
Langdon was fucked out. His mouth and jaw hurt, his throat was sore, and he was sure that his knees had been bruised. He looked up at the man, trying his best not to stare at his superior’s impressive cock dripping with cum and his spit. He glanced once for a mental picture before storing it at the back of his mind for later.
Robby grabbed a couple of paper towels from the dispenser before wiping himself and adjusting his sweats neatly. He threw a towel to the man now resting on his buttocks before extending a hand.
Langdon reached out hesitantly before getting back up on his feet. Robby’s eyes flitted down to the soft, swollen pillows of pink on Langdon’s face glistening with his cum. Langdon saw fire in his eyes again.
Robby grabbed him by the collar of his scrubs, pulling him in roughly for a kiss. Robby licked into Langdon’s mouth as the younger man kissed back in shock before giving in and sinking his teeth down on Robby’s bottom lip. Robby could taste himself on Langdon’s lips. Langdon drove him crazy.
Robby harshly pushed Langdon away, hurt and something sweeter crossing his eyes.
Langdon stared back knowing exactly what Robby felt. He just wanted to be back. Back beside Robby, exchanging those glances that only meant something to him.
“You’re with Mel for the rest of the day.” Robby stated bitterly before leaving the room quietly. Nothing else.
Something in Langdon’s ribs jumped.
He wasn’t fired. He made Robby happy.
He finally made him happy.
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HAIII i can't believe two doctors from a serious medical drama broke my writer's block. anyway. enjoy this pure filth <33
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