I’m not even sure if you’re taking prompts, apologies if you aren’t!! But I love your fics, so I know this prompt is in good hands:
Robby/Abbot, uniform kink
Thank you!! (And, fwiw, after years in the SG-1 and Top Gun fandoms, I’m very into uniform kink. Hope this is along the lines of what you had in mind!)
“It’s really been a minute,” Jack called to Robby from the bedroom, “but I think I’m good.”
“Not surprised,” Robby answered, smiling into his book. Jack was attending the wedding of an army buddy, and with everyone agreeing to wear their dress blues, Jack had pulled his uniform from its garment bag in the guest room closet to be certain it still fit.
“Major Abbot, reporting for duty,” Jack said, a teasing lilt to his voice. Robby glanced up, ready to tease right back, but froze, his voice caught in his suddenly very dry throat at the sight of Jack in the doorway.
The uniform fit Jack perfectly, the dark blue jacket perfectly tailored across Jack’s broad shoulders, his chest decorated with an array of service medal ribbons and other insignia that Robby felt an abrupt need to understand in detail. The uniform was crisp and clean; Jack even stood differently wearing it—straighter and with a commanding presence that felt entirely different than how Jack demonstrated control over a high-pressure trauma case.
Robby swallowed thickly and drank Jack in. And when he met Jack’s eyes, he couldn’t look away from the dawning awareness on Jack’s face.
“Really?” Jack asked. He sounded surprised but still smirked a little as he crossed the room to stand in front of Robby’s chair.
“You just…” Robby said and waved his hand in front of Jack’s body in place of the words that were escaping him, thanks to the blood rushing to his cock.
“Huh.” Jack stepped closer to Robby. “Didn’t see that coming.”
Robby understood. He hadn’t seen this coming either. He had a deep respect for Jack’s service, especially in light of what Jack had lost, but Robby’s respect wasn’t glorification. Except—except now all Robby could think about was sliding to his knees and showing his deep appreciation.
Less gracefully than he might have liked, Robby tossed a pillow at his feet and got down on his knees, nuzzling his face against Jack’s growing erection before looking up to find Jack watching him, his eyes hot and wanting.
Jack drew his thumb over Robby’s lip. “You gonna be careful? Get me off without violating uniform code?”
Robby let out a choked groan and dropped his head against Jack’s abdomen. “Jack.”
“Is that what you should be calling me?” Jack asked sweetly, and Robby bit back a moan as arousal coiled low in his gut.
“No, sir,” he answered roughly, and got to work, ready to blow Major Abbot’s mind.
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