hola!! i have a request (if you don’t like it ignore it)
so Jack and resident reader have been in a friends with benefits situation, both trying to ignore that they’re in love with one another thinking the other has no feelings. so they’ve been trying to ignore each other’s feelings and after reader overhears the whole scene with Samira and Jack she thinks that he’s in the same situation with Sam as her and starts to ignore him and blah blah he admits his feelings and they live happily ever after!!!
i hope you make sense of this lol smooch smooch smooch
Jack Abbot was soft and sin all wrapped into one thing, dangerous.
Beneath his handsome exterior was wit and charm that immediately had you hooked from the first day you met him in the pitt.
It was a mutual infatuation. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you if you both were in the same room. You were like a star that he couldn’t help but orbit.
You started having feelings for him, ones that teetered on the edge of love. But you couldn’t tell him that but that doesn’t mean you wouldn’t take what you could get. Even if it meant you could only have him in the quiet of his bed, or yours.
Even if it meant holding back your heart.
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You’re running late. Not yet late to your shift but late on getting ready to go. You hold your towel up, toothbrush in your mouth as you dig through your overnight bag for your scrubs.
You’re bent over as you look and then a hand plants itself on your waist.
“Don’t stress yourself out sweetheart, they’ll be okay if you’re a few minutes late.”
A mumble comes out that Jack can’t make out.
He squeezes your hip “what’s that?”
You stand up and turn to face him, pulling the toothbrush from your mouth.
“I said, easy for you to say. You’re an attending and everyone happens to love you.”
He laughs a little at your statement.
“Well they love you too. I lo- They all love you too.”
Your heart skips a beat at how he seemed to almost say the phrase but doesn’t.
It’s always almost a slip of the tongue and then it’s nothing.
It’s always nothing.
His hand caresses your face, bringing you back in the moment.
“When can I see you again?” He whispers closely.
A mental sigh goes on in your head.
You wish it wasn’t this way.
Where you only time you see him outside of work is under his sheets but never anything more.
You’d tell him you love him if you weren’t so worried he’d turn you down and break your heart in the process.
You loved Jack Abbot.
But he didn’t seem to love you back.
So this is what it had to be.
What it would always be until it stopped.
You lean into his hand.
“I’m free Friday night. That okay?”
A smile appears on his face.
“Perfect. Meet me here at 7. And let’s do dinner first, if that’s okay?”
Your eyes widen a little.
Dinner?
For what?
You weren’t sure but this was more than being only his in bed. It was… progress maybe?
“Y-Yeah of course. Definitely okay.”
He gives you a quick kiss and pulls back.
“See you then, sweetheart.”
Maybe this was it.
Maybe this was your chance to admit how you felt.
And maybe he’d have something to say too.
The weekend couldn’t come fast enough.
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Your shift is busy and you’re pulled back and forth amongst patients. All you can think about is a hot bath and the leftovers you have waiting for you when you leave the building.
“Day dreaming much?”
The voice pulls you from your thoughts at the supply cart.
“Oh uh, yeah. Just ready to go. It's been a day.”
Dana chuckles at your answer.
“So no daydreaming of a certain night attending?”
Your eyes widen and your face gets warm fast.
“W-Why would you say that? Cause I definitely don’t.”
She smiles in amusement at you.
“All I’m gonna say” she walks a bit closer to you “is that he’s just as gone for you as you are for him.”
You head then fast to face her.
“You’re serious? No, no there’s no way.”
She shrugs still with a smile.
“It’s just what I overheard from the man himself.”
Dana pats your shoulder before walking away.
You watch her walk away then turn back to the supply cart.
Did he really say that to someone about you?
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You continue the shift and continue stocking some carts. One is by an area of rooms that’s typically unoccupied unless there’s an overflow of patients.
Checking one you open the drawers to see what it needs when a familiar voice stops you in your tracks.
“Okay, our little secret.”
Samira?
Wonder who she’s talking to.
Then another voice joins in, one that makes your body freeze.
“Yeah, no one can know.”
Jack.
Your heart races at his words.
Wait, they're in there together?
You peek in the small opening of the curtain and see Jack shirtless with Samira standing in front of him, arms crossed with a bright smile on her face.
You feel sick.
Secret?
No one can know?
Is…is he sleeping with her too?
You guys weren’t anything official but you had assumed you guys were exclusive as a friends with benefits type thing.
You were only seeing Jack but you had never considered he was seeing another person.
Of course it would be Samira.
You couldn’t blame him.
She was amazing.
He should’ve told you though. That should’ve been brought up from the beginning.
And to think that Friday’s dinner may have been the start of something official. Something...real.
You don’t notice you had started crying until a tear rolls down your neck.
You quickly wipe it away and walk off, cart completely forgotten now.
Dana must’ve heard wrong.
He clearly didn’t have feelings for you.
Not the way you did for him.
Fuck Friday night dinner.
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You continue to avoid Jack the next few days. Little to no tests or responses. Rainchecking your regular hookup schedule with him. Dodging him when he came looking for you in the pitt. Only talking if it was in a professional matter.
Maybe you should’ve confronted him for real answers instead of ignoring him but you were too hurt by the Samira and ‘our secret’ conversation to care.
Dana tried not so subtly to get you to open up but you politely deflected any conversation about Jack.
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Today was Friday and you had the day off. You had planned to use the time to pamper yourself and get all dolled up for your dinner with Jack but that was no longer the case.
Currently you were laying on the couch in a way too big tshirt and your underwear, a pint of ice cream in hand.
You glance at your phone.
7:15pm.
You were supposed to have met at Jack’s apartment at 7.
He had texted five minutes after, probably caught off by you being late. You didn’t answer, not wanting to hash everything out over the phone. Not wanting to do anything but drown your sorrows in a container of cookies ‘n cream ice cream.
Just as your show starts a new episode, there’s a knock at the door.
You pause the tv and stand to make your way over. It doesn’t take a genius to guess who it is. You crack the door slightly and see Jack standing there.
He’s dressed in a nice black button up and black pants.
God he’s so handsome.
Then you’re brought out of your trance by his speaking
“Sweetheart, is everything okay? Can I please come in?”
You stand there silently for a beat before opening the door wider to let him slip in.
He looks at your attire and the ice cream in your hand.
“Did you forget we had dinner honey?” he asked gently.
You huff and roll your eyes.
“Oh no, I remembered. But I figured maybe you’d prefer Samira to show up instead. Would be a better time and make for a good secret.”
Jack looks at you confused.
“What are you talking about? What does Mohan have anything to do with this? Better yet, why have you been ignoring me all week?”
Your face twists in disbelief, the anger starting to rise.
“You know exactly what I'm talking about. You and Samira in that empty room. You shirtless with her in the room. The little ‘our secret’ thing. Why would I continue to entertain you when you’re fucking Samira too? I’m not a second choice. You don't get to use me when I'm convenient for you. You don’t get to use me when I fucking love you. You're such an-”
“Wait sweethe-”
“Don’t you ‘sweetheart’ me Jack Abbot” you cut him off.
You turn away from him with your hands clenching your hair.
“I cant believe I thought you liked me, more than just a fuck buddy. I’m so fucking stu-”
Hands land on your shoulders and turn you around.
“Hey!” Jack says loud enough to get your attention.
Your faces are a breath away from each other.
His face looks worried, distraught even.
“Please baby, let me explain. What you saw and heard is not what you thought. I swear on my life. Please…”
A tear falls down your cheek and he wipes it away as he now cradles your face in his large hands.
You wordlessly nod to him.
“Shit, okay. Thank you.” he lets out a breath
“That day I had volunteered to be a medic on the local SWAT team. A bullet had grazed me and I had my shirt off to try and clean the wound on the back of my shoulder.”
You don't break eye contact as he speaks
“Mohan had walked in looking for a patient that had apparently been in the same room but left. She was explaining his treatment, practically ignoring me and my injury. She only noticed because I struggled to clean it. I told her that I didn't want a chart and for the injury to be kept off the books. She said okay and that it would be our secret.”
Your heart races at the new information.
“My injury was the secret. Not any relationship of any kind with her. I can call her if you don't bel-”
You instantly wrap him in a hug.
“No, no it's okay J. I-I can't believe I thought that—Im so sorry.”
Jack feels your chest shake as you start to cry.
“Sweetheart, it's okay. Please dont cry.” he coos in your ear.
You sniff against his chest and then look at him.
“Is your shoulder okay?”
“Yeah sweetheart” he chuckles “It's on the mend.”
He pulls your face closer to his.
“Now what was what you said about loving me?” he smirks.
Warmth spreads across your face in shock as you remember what you said.
“Oh my god, I'm sorry. Please ignore me. I completely understand if you don't feel the same.”
“Oh honey,” his lips barely touch yours “Trust me, I definitely fucking love you too.”
Next thing you know, his lips are on yours, claiming you differently now.
You moan into his mouth as you slowly make out.
Jack pulls back a bit.
“Oh my god” you slap your forehead “I ruined dinner. Shit.”
“You didn't ruin dinner. You didn't ruin anything. I only planned dinner to tell you I love you and want you to be my girlfriend. I wanted you to see I was serious. We can still order in if you want?” he says rubbing your arms.
Made a whitaker drawing and decided it had to be hucklerobbot so i also made a sketchy drawing of robby and Abbot realizing they are old and creeps (i love them so much)
Also the whitaker drawing is on my inprint
This is a gallery-quality giclée art print on 100% cotton rag archival paper, printed with archival inks.
Jack was not an insecure man, he was a flirt, he dated a lot and he loved love. So why when he got into a relationship with Dennis Whitaker did he become so obsessed and aware of the age gap between them both
He felt old when they would watch something on TV and Dennis would casually mention that the show was older than him.
He felt old when Dennis would show him a tiktok that made him laugh but Jack didnt understand it.
He felt old when he read the text from Santos on Dennis's phone and he had no idea what it meant.
He felt old when Dennis got hard again after cumming but Jack felt like he needed a nap.
He felt old when they went out and people treated him like he was Dennis's dad or a creepy guy taking advantage of the younger man.
He felt old.
Dennis was young, he even looked younger than he was which didnt help, he had a lot of options. Dennis should be out at gay clubs instead of movie nights with Jack. Dennis should be getting high and drunk with friends not helping Jack cook their dinner. Dennis should be having random hookups, not cuddling in bed because Jack was too tired for sex.
Jack was holding him back.
It was during handover when Jack was going to greet his partner before he left when he heard the conversation between him and Santos.
"Come out tomorrow after the shift, its a cool club, you need to experience more gay clubs. Come on."
"No, its Jack's night off, im gonna be at his"
"Bring him too."
"No, he wont want to do that"
Because he was old and Dennis was young.
Standing next to the duo, wearing the confidence he didnt have, he slipped a hand around Dennis's waist.
"You can go if you want." It wasnt that Dennis needed Jack's permission but he wanted to ensure that Dennis knew he didnt mind.
"I want to spend the night with you."
"I can come too, wont be my first gay club"
Santos boasted in victory, the plans solidified in her mind as she walked around, a new pep in her step. Dennis still looked uneasy as he repeatedly checked that Jack actually wanted to go and they parted with a PG kiss.
The next night, Jack was on edge, they were at one of the few tables, Dennis sitting so close that their legs were almost fused together. It was the men he saw look at his partner all night, he even heard someone approach Dennis when they were at the bar, calling him a cute twink. The guy only looked to be a few years older than Dennis, which didnt help.
Jack felt old. The music was too loud, the alcohol tasted disgusting, the lights were too much, the music was also just terrible. Dennis refused to get up and dance, Jack had once again mentioned that he didnt mind sitting and watching but Dennis still refused, sitting next to Jack, drinking, getting drunk. A lot of people looked at Dennis, Jack couldnt help but wonder what they thought when they saw him, an old man, sitting next to him, touching him. They probably thought he was a pervert.
"I need the bathroom"
"OK."
Dennis may need the bathroom, but Jack needed medication for the migraine he was getting. To his surprise, Dennis pulled Jack with him, maneuvering them to an empty wall near the bathroom ans pushed Jack against it.
"Dont like them looking at you"
"What?" Jack was confused now. It didn't stop Dennis as he slurred his words.
"You are my old man. How old were you when I was born?"
Jack answered, his confusion overlapping his insecurity.
"What year did you become a doctor?"
"How old was I when you started med school?"
"Is my mom two or three years older than you?"
Jack answered every question, Dennis becoming more excited, trailing kisses up Jack's neck, thrusting his erection at him. Before Jack realised what was going on, Dennis wet the front if his own trousers, he had cum from dry humping his older partner in the grimy hall of a gay club.
How Jack got them both home, he doesnt know, he does know that Dennis was very handsy and needy when drunk as he kept reaching for Jack, he also kept trying to sneak his hand into Jack's pants.
He had finally got them both naked, laying in bed together as Dennis turned and stroked Jack's face.
"Your stubble is grey, its so sexy."
" what?"
"Its so sexy, I love the grey hair, the wrinkles, you're so fucking hot."
Every physical display of age seemed to be something Dennis was attracted to, it was what he wanted.
" you like me being older than you kid?"
"I fucking love it, i get this sexy older man all to myself, I fucking love knowing that you ate so much older than me, its so hot. Tell me again how old you were when I was born?"
To prove his point, Dennis thrust his erect dick at Jack's thigh making the older man chuckle.
Maybe being older wasnt something to be insecure about, especially when he was going to reap the benefits of his age from his younger boyfriend tomorrow, when he sobered up.
synopsisrobby's going away and he's very worried about his two singular house plants and mail, so he's asked you to house sit. he gave you keys and the lay out of the neighbours, he maybe just forgot to mention one tiny detail. the cameras in almost every room
warnings, perv robby! watching through camera's SMUT MDNI, masturbation (f! and m!) language, dom robby, dirty talk, robby watched reader masturbate through cameras and gets off to her. please do not read if pervy behaviour makes you uncomfortable.
authornote this is super super pervy but listen, it's been in my head for ages. and this gif does things to me!!!!! please don't read if pervy behaviour makes you uncomfortable and remember this is all made up and fictinioal things about fictional characters. That being said, dr robby i am free on thursday, thursday i am free if you want to hook up on thursday, the day im free
pitt masterlist. another robby fic!
Perhaps Robby should've mentioned the camera's he had installed around his house, perhaps it just slipped his mind.
They were security measures, really they were. He'd had a break in a few years back when he had a serious lack of things to steal. Since then he'd collected a few things that he wanted to keep a hold of so he installed some security cameras and had it linked to his phone.
Robby wasn't one for strangers in the house, or co-workers or anything of the sort so he'd almost forgotten they were there.
Until of course he asked you to house sit and suddenly he was painfully aware of every corner he'd installed them in.
It was Trinity Santos's fault, really.
As all things typically were.
Or maybe it was Robby's for taking an interest. He'd asked her about her home stuff, noticing some things he wanted to iron out before he went away for three months.
“Whitakers kind of weird, but you know, she helps iron it out,” said Santos, gesturing behind Robby.
You stood with Mohan, laughing at something she said, neck tilting back, cheeks red. That sort of laugh. Even by noise and without looking, Robby would have known it was you.
He'd memorised the way a room shifted when you entered it, or the soft patter of your steps, the gentle feel of your presence at his side. He hadn't even tried not to. You'd come in, straight out of medical school and Robby was hooked like a fish.
But you were younger than him, ambitious, hopeful in making a change in the world.
Robby kept it professional.
Most of the time.
“That's when she's home, anyway.”
Robby looked back to her. “What's that?”
“Oh she's been seeing this guy for a few months or something,” said Santos off-handily. “He was the brother of a patient that came in with Sepsis, had to lose a portion of his leg. The guy really liked her.”
“The patient?”
“No the patient's brother. She's been seeing him, but...” she trailed off with a sigh, fingers going down harder on the keys of the computer.
Robby edged closer. “But?”
Was something wrong? He had no idea you were seeing someone which made all his advances you hadn't bat away scandalous.
Santos glanced at you. “I dunno, he's a bit older than us and just seems... controlling I guess?”
His jaw ticked. “Controlling?”
“Maybe it's just me, I'm seeing things that aren't there,” she said, dismissing it. But Santos was a keen doctor, or would be. She looked too close and sadly usually got the nail on first go. If she thought something was going on with you then there was something.
“I'll have a word,” said Robby, straightening up and drumming his knuckles on the counter.
“Hey, your call.”
He turned, leaning his back on the counter and stared at you, rather openly.
Dana had moved to your side, ipad at the hip where it usually was glued. She was directing you to a patient and, as usual, you took it with a smile and darted off.
He watched the way you walked, eyes following you and trying to find a tell in the way you moved if there was someone. Did you walk with a limp from how good this guy friend of yours fucked you? Were you trying to hide any part of you?
After the patient Robby found you. He couldn't make himself productive if he tried, not with the nagging feeling that he had to talk to you eating at his vocal chords.
You were in the lounge, stirring away at the coffee you'd just poured. “Hey,” you greeted as the door closed behind him.
It was just you and him. And a dummy to practise CPR on.
He jerked his head up in response as he let the door close behind him.
“Want some coffee?” you offered as he slid into a seat at the table.
“Always.”
You poured him a cup, black, as you knew he liked and slid it over to him.
“Hey, sit down a minute,” said Robby, stretching himself out, legs wide, resting back. Giving to all the world a sense of at ease he did not feel.
Though hesitant, you did. “Okay.”
“You're an empathetic soul,” he said.
“Thank you.”
“I'm not finished.”
“Oh.”
“You're a good doctor,” he continued. “You want to be there for your patients?”
“Don't you.”
“Shhh.”
You blushed. “Sorry.”
Robby didn't mind. A secret part of him loved ordered you around, different than he did the others. He didn't bark orders so much, but told you what to do. He got a kick seeing you carry out those orders so well and got a belt in the stomach when you rewarded him with a smile and thanks.
“So this relationship that you're having with this guy,” he said, looking to you. He realised he hadn't even got the name from Trinity.
You took your turn to speak but you lowered your head down. “Shawn?”
“Yeah, Shawn.”
“Santos talk to you?”
He shrugged. “Well she's worried, I'm worried.”
You sipped your coffee. “There's nothing to worry about. We've just been a couple of dates, you know. His brothers really struggling to come to terms with his new life after losing his leg and he takes it out on Shawn sometimes, and...”
“Does he take it out on you?” asked Robby.
“No, no!” you said at once. “It's nothing like that. He just... I dunno, I'm not that interested anymore but it's like kicking a puppy when he's down, you know.”
“So he's not telling you what to do?” he judged.
You looked up at him, an amused smirk to your lips. “There's only one who can tell me what to do and that's you, boss.”
The words shouldn't have effected him as much as they did. Heat crept into his body, invading his senses. He glanced down and pulled at his scrub pants just to make sure the rush of want that coursed through him didn't manifest in his cock.
Robby didn't know what he was thinking, asking you to house sit. It was going to go to Abbott originally, then he thought Langdon if it weren't for all the shit going on there. Maybe even Whitaker but he was sat in front of you and the words were out before he realised.
“Hey, you want to house sit for me while I'm gone?” he asked.
You straightened up. “What?”
“You'd be doing me a favour. Nobody else is up for it-” lies, he hadn't even asked anyone else. “- save you a bit on rent. Have a place to yourself for a change.”
“Really?”
“No smoking, no parties, no babies, no pets, no boyfriends.”
“I don't- I don't have a boyfriend.”
Good, he thought. “Then the place is yours.... or I can ask around.”
“I'd- yeah- that'd be great,” you said with a smile. “As long as you're sure? I mean I don't smoke and I don't really have time to just have friends around.”
“Santos can come visit if she likes,” suggested Robby. He liked you but he wasn't trying to isolate you. “So long as she doesn't bring Garcia.”
“Deal,” you said.
“Great,” he said.
The two of you sat in the quiet of the lounge a moment longer, the outside world waiting.
Robby pushed himself up, brushing your hand on the table as he did. “I'll find you before you I go, give you the keys and security code.”
“Thanks. Great.”
When he left he realised he'd be travelling for three months, leaving you in an apartment that was him. It was his dream and hell all in one.
The thought of you in Robby's apartment had him contemplating cancelling his trip all together, but that would give you no reason to stay and he did really need a break. Not even seeing you everyday could dampen what the Pitt did to you after a time.
He found you at the end of the day at the lockers, already supporting his bag over his shoulder.
“You ready?” he asked. He could almost imagine this was his life. The two of you working around each other, stealing glances with promises of what time alone would hold. Coming to fetch you at the end of the day, rubbing his hands at the tired spots on your shoulders and coaxing you into his arms.
“Yeah.”
Robby was stealing time, stealing distractions from everything. “I'll give you a ride down.”
“Are you sure?” you asked, fetching your bag from the locker. “Don't you want to get on the road?”
“The road will still be there, besides it's not far, I just wanna show you,” he said, taking your bag from your hand with an almost unconscious mind as he led the way out.
When you were both down the ambulance bay, standing in front of his bike he got busy securing your bags to the back of it.
“Oh,” you uttered.
“What's up?”
“I've never ridden on one before.”
Robby hid himself in his bike a moment longer, banishing the dirty thoughts. He was past a fifty year old man, he didn't need to be hanging on every one of your dirty words like he was sixteen discovering sex for the first time. “I'll do all the work. You just have to sit there and hold on tight.”
“But you only have one helmet?”
“You wear it.”
You frowned. “But isn't that kind of un-safe?”
Yes, it was. But Robby wasn't trying to get himself killed like everyone thought. He just wanted a break. He wanted you in his apartment, knowing you respected him enough to not break the rules and bring a boyfriend you did or didn't have.
“I'm about to be wearing a helmet for thirty six hours. C'mere.” Robby took his helmet and gently propped it on your head. He tightened the straps under your chin and gently brushed back any hair that was peaking out.
You watched him but Robby was concentrating on where his hands your chin.
It was still a little big on you and still had his heart soaring.
“There we go, hop on.”
Robby had a motorbike because it was a hobby. He knew what others thought about middle aged men and motorbikes. He'd never done it to impress before... until now.
He revved the bike at the chances he got and relished in the feel of your arms around his waist. When he took corners or passed by a car your arms squeezed and it went straight down to the place it shouldn't.
At stop signs or lights he checked in with you, getting a glimpse of your wide grin when he did.
By the time he'd pulled up in front of his apartment building, your body was practically buzzing against his and you stood up on shaky legs.
“How does it feel to have your motorcycle virginity taken?” he asked, helping you up and your helmet off.
You shook out your hair, laughing. “I feel like a changed woman.”
Robby chuckled.
He gave you the security code at the door and led you to his place. The building, practically full of old people (he told you as much) was practically dead when he got home from work, only the faint buzzing of TV's through doors could be heard.
He told you there's a good thai place on the corner, some take out menus he had. He told you he didn't have much food in as he was going away so he'd been chucking it out.
When he opened the door to his place he tried picturing it through your eyes. Was it too sparse? Were the walls to plain? Was it clear a sad, old man lived here?
But you didn't say anything other than 'nice place.'
He showed you the kitchen, the living room, all neat and tidy and empty when he looked at it again. He gave you codes that you'd need, a spare set of keys on the table. He showed you the wi-fi.
“This is the spare room,” he said, nudging open a door. “Bathrooms down the hall. It's not so nice in here, I don't have many people around. Usually just Abbott but he doesn't sleep.”
It was al grey walls, heck the bed wasn't even made up. Just sheets piled up, all greys and whites and probably scratchy because he only cared enough to get the cheapest set.
“My room's down here,” he said, leading you down the hall. His room was lived in. Green sheets rumpled and his jacket hanging of the chair at his desk with books and some old framed pictures of his grandparents. “There's an ensuite but the choice is yours.”
He wasn't gonna force you into sleeping in his bedroom. But he was going to hope you did.
“Thanks, Robby, I promise the place will still be standing by the time you get back,” you said, now walking him out his place like you lived there.
“I'll hold you to that.”
Robby fished out his wallet and left some cash on the table. He'd taken some out to help him on his travels but he couldn't leave you with no food.
“Oh, Robby, you don't have to-”
“I am,” he said. “Get some food in, order some take out, I don't want a dollar left on my counter by the time I get back.”
You were resigned to argue but you always did what Robby said. “You got it, boss.”
The first time Robby checked the camera's was when he remembered he had them. And it wasn't his fault.
If anything it was yours.
He'd already made his home at his first stop, trying his best to think good things and not text Dana to see how it was all going. He was pushing himself to find the beauty of the mountains and the lakes.
That was when his phone alerted him. An odd notification he didn't have the words for.
He checked in while on a walk and was met by the sight of his apartment.
Fuck, the cameras!
He really had forgotten all about them.
Through the cameras he saw the kitchen and you frantically waving a tea towel up high at the smoke alarm.
At first Robby was worried but then the alarm stopped and he focused enough to see you. It had only been a week and he hadn't gone a day without thinking of you but this was different.
This was you, in his kitchen, wearing only a baggy shirt and panties.
Any other time the shirt would have been too long to see anything but you were jumping around, waving away the smoke and even through the camera Robby could see the panties.
His body went rigid.
He turned channel on the camera. It was wrong to watch but so far... he hadn't, right? He hadn't watched. He'd seen you in a 'delicate' state and switched.
The living room was pretty much the same. An extra med text book on the side and his blanket scrunched up.
Then, just to check, he went into the other room. The spare room. The same as he left it with the bedding piled up.
So that meant.
“Jesus,” he mumbled to himself, feeling the tightness of his pants as they pulled over his crotch.
Your overnight bad and suitcase was in his room, pressed up against the wall. His green sheets were a mess and there was a pile of discarded scrubs on the floor.
You were sleeping in his bed.
Robby didn't mean to- really, his finger slipped- but he checked in on the kitchen again. You were back to bustling around, taking whatever you'd burnt out the oven and moving around quickly, trying to salvage what you could of your food.
You bent over to the oven and though the island blocked most of it he got a grainy and all too far away shot of your backside.
He turned his phone off and hid his face in his hands.
He wished he could say that was the only time.
It wasn't.
At first he told himself it was just to check in. Knowing when your shift ended he'd log into his phone, checking the app connected to his cameras and making sure you got in safe. Of course there was never an issue. Sometimes you were home later, so exhausted you fell asleep on the sofa.
It was like falling asleep on call to someone, except, he fell asleep with the sight of you sleeping soundly. It calmed him, in a way. He told himself it was nice to see his place so looked after, lived in. He didn't question if that was the real reason why.
Robby was almost tempted to text at times, asking if you were sleeping well, asking if the place hadn't burnt down, or when he saw you do something he just wanted you to know he was there.
But wouldn't it be creepy?
You'd shared texts, sent him pictures of envelopes that you deemed looked important. Sometimes he text random things like 'sometimes the wi-fi plays up, let me know if it does,' or 'hope the neighbours aren't being too loud' (which was stupid considering half of them were deaf)
You were so polite and quick in your responses.
Robby never knew how to keep the conversation flowing. Not over text. Not when all he wanted to say was how pretty you looked in the mornings, rolling out of his bed and stretching like you'd had the best sleep.
Somewhere in his head he knew it wasn't right but maybe he'd been so de-censored to everything that nothing felt like crossing the line.
There weren't camera's in the bathroom, obviously but it didn't matter.
You changed in his room.
When Robby could spot you were about to change he forced the phone down. He didn't log out the app but he at least stepped away to give you some privacy. Privacy you didn't know he was invading.
This was wrong, so wrong.
Only once he caught a glimpse or your skin and curves of your body. Your back was to the camera but he saw the towel drop, saw the flex of your body as you pulled on scrubs for the day.
Robby had dragged his hand down his face and ignored the desperate ache in his cock. The want had made its home in his pants and hardly ever left him.
He remembered Jack telling him to call if it ever got dark but this, Robby was sure, wasn't the sort of darkness he was talking about.
In two weeks on his trip Robby had spent more time watching you then anything else.
It was a random Tuesday when he got another notification- having turned them on for any goings on alerted in his apartment.
He was out in a diner he found on the side of the road, dragging himself out of the hut and his up building un-healthy habits. His phone buzzed next to him and he logged into the cameras as if logging into emails.
You and Santos were in his place. You held open the door for her, leading here in. “Home sweet home.”
Robby tried to imagine it again, if that really was your home. If he was.
Coming home together at the end of the day, Robby could use you for all his pleasures and frustrations. He could have you on his island counter, on his sofa, on the rug, in his room and the spare room. He could spread you out and love you right, have you wake up sleepy in the mornings. He could turn up to work late with you on his arm and everyone would share a sly smirk, knowing just why they were late.
He watched, and imagined while he was thousands of miles away.
Robby watched as you showed Trinity around, marvelling as you laid out his apartment and everything you knew.
“He left me some cash if you want to order a pizza,” you said.
“God, he's so whipped,” Santos chuckled.
“Stop it.”
He figured what 'whipped' meant and you were trying to defend him when there was really no point. He was whipped. He was wrapped around your finger and you didn't even know.
“Is this his room?”
Robby didn't know if he liked Santos in his room but he liked that you showed it to her, liked that you moved around it like you'd always slept there.
“The spare room is colder and his room has the ensuite.”
Santos sat on the edge of his bed. “I can't believe you're sleeping in our bosses bed.”
You groaned, falling next to her. “Don't, I feel so bad. I'll get the sheets washed and everything before he's back.”
No. He didn't want the sheets washed. He wanted to be able to smell you on him when he returned, sleeping in your ghost.
You guys chatted some more and Robby finished his dinner, ordering himself a scotch as he kept his phone low, hoping it looked like he was just checking in on some reality show to anyone that looked hard enough.
“You know, bedside draws can tell a lot about a person,” he heard Santos say.
When he checked back on his phone you were scrabbling on the bed after her as Santos opened the top draw of his bedside table.
Robby wasn't ashamed. Sure, maybe he was angry that Santos thought she had the right to look through his things but then you were at her side, not encouraging the behaviour but not slamming them shut either.
Had you not snooped before? If he was in your shoes it would be the first thing he did. You were so good, so polite.
He didn't want you to be.
There was a couple medical articles he knew shoved in there, the sort he always said he'd get around to and never did. There was an old pack of contact lenses he never used and a broken pair of glasses too.
“Someone's been getting lu-cky,” said Santos in a teasing voice as she pulled out a scatter of lose condoms.
“Trin, c'mon, this is private.”
Santos gasped as she looked at them. “Large, large, large, extra large.”
You finally chuckled and Robby peered closer. There was a faint dusting of pink at your cheeks.
Robby was big, as a young man he liked to brag but as he got older he didn't feel there was that much to brag about. Did you like to think of him big? Did you like the idea that he was large?
Fuck the very idea of you rolling a condom onto him had his abused cock aching again under the table of the grotty diner.
He imagined you sliding the condom on before looming over him, holding him steady as you teased your entrance that would be so wet for him. Your hand would wrap around the base, maybe teasing his balls as you slowly sank down-
He downed the last of his scotch, readying himself to make a quick escape to his cabin.
Robby knew this was wrong to watch but so far he hadn't touched himself to the sights of you, he thought that was something he had to give himself credit for because he was so, so, so desperate.
And he was being so good not touching himself to the thought of you.
“Robby is freak-y,” said Santos, next finding his lube and the little pills he kept when he needed a hand.
“How the hell are you going to look him in the eyes after this?” you asked Santos.
“How are you? You're the one who's been sleeping next to this.”
Robby placed a couple bills on the table bidding night to those working before slipping through the door.
It was then that you started to strip out your scrubs in his room with Trinity still rummaging through his stuff. Clearly you had no problem with changing in front of her, you were housemates after all.
It was at that moment, just as he watched you pull your top off that his phone decided to die.
He pressed down on the black screen of his phone furiously. “Fuck.”
By the time Robby got back to his place and got his phone on charge Trinity had left you alone in his place and all the lights were off in his house.
You were readying yourself for bed.
As if this was a shared routine Robby did the same. He left his phone charging as he changed out of his clothes, leaving himself in his boxers. He ran cold water down his face, let the droplets roll down his neck and chest to cool the heat that lived in him.
By the time he got back to bed, leaving the curtains open for the sun to wake him early, you were in bed too.
Robby tried to read, really he did. He'd brought a book with him that had been sitting on his shelf abandoned for months. He'd managed a total fifty pages before he looked back at you.
You slept in the over sized night shirt, flicking through your phone.
Robby wasn't sure when it started but at some point your knees pulled up, taking his covers with you and your hand disappeared under his covers.
He sat up, alert.
This was where lines were drawn. Where he went from curious to damned old man.
But he was damned a long time ago.
You watched your phone closely, your hand undoubtably moving under his covers between your thighs.
“Oh,” Robby muttered to himself.
You, in his sheets, getting yourself off.
He could just about hear the pornographic moans coming from your phone when he turned the volume up. His sheets twisted and moved as you enjoyed yourself, slowly.
“Oh my god.” His hand crept his his boxers.
He just needed a small release. Just a squeeze, just a little bit of relief.
If you were doing so in his bed surely he was allowed to in return.
His cock answered his squeeze, swelling in his hand.
Robby imagined himself there, sitting on the edge of your bed and asking you to 'show me how you like it.' Your fingers would work inside of yourself, slow. You'd drag out your wetness to your bundle of nerves.
Were you relishing it in his sheets? Did they smell of him and was that helping you?
Robby had no choice- really no choice- as he freed himself from his boxers. He was leaking profusely. Wrapping his fingers around himself, he watched your next move.
You moaned through the camera. It came out crackled.
Robby's eyes were glued onto you.
Your eyes were fluttering shut, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as your back arched, body moving in waves as you tried to focus on your phone.
What porn were you watching? Was it hard? Was it soft? Was it an older man? Did you want a younger?
Were you dreaming of that fucking Shawn?
You kicked the sheets back and Robby could see where your fingers disappeared in your panties.
Robby licked his lips and spat into the palm of his hand. There was no denying it, he was hard watching you get off, in his bed, in his room. He worked his palm up and down slowly, wanting to last as long as you did.
“Moan,” he uttered to himself. “Moan baby.”
If he were there he'd push you into his sheets, make you turn your head and smell him there. You wouldn't have to work for anything. He'd have his fingers filling you up, have you wither on his tongue before he even thought about his cock.
Would he come back with his sheets smelling of you?
God, he hoped so. He hoped you never washed the sheets.
A noise slipped from you and Robby stilled, squeezing his cock again.
He sunk into the sofa. “Again.”
You ditched your phone at the side of you, some porn video playing as your other hand wound under you shirt.
You quickly discarded in and Robby got a eyeful of your chest.
“Oh my god,” Robby worked himself up and down.
He'd imagined your body before but never like this, laid out for him.
What he would do to smother himself in your breasts.
“So beautiful,” he said, sweeping his thumb over the head of himself. “Fuck.” He worked himself faster as you pushed yourself into your own hand.
“Please,” he heard you utter.
“Yeah, baby, yeah.”
Your mouth was agape in silent moans.
Robby wondered if anyone let you moan allowed, if living with Santos and Whitaker you had to be quiet.
You were alone, he wanted to tell you. He wanted you to be as loud as possible.
“C'mon... c'mon...” he mumbled working himself harder.
You gasped, legs moving around under his sheets and twisting them up. You were trembling, making a mess of the place he slept with no shame. The hand that wasn't working yourself into pleasure grasped in his sheets.
“Robby...”
He stilled, his hand flying away from his cock and eyes widening.
Did the camera work both ways? Could you hear him? Did you know he was there?
A thousand panic thoughts ran through his mind before he realised none of that was right.
You were just moaning out his name while touching yourself.
“Robby,” you gasped, body withering. “Fuck, Robby.”
He smirked to himself. “Oh, baby girl, moaning for me.”
You moaned, head thrown back onto his cushion.
“Say it again,” he begged, pumping himself as fast as he saw the imprint of your own hand move. “Say it.”
You kicked off the sheets as your legs moved, unable to stay still in fits of pleasure. “Oh my god.”
“Yeah, yeah you like that.” He didn't know what you liked but he'd try and give you anything.
“Miss you Robby, miss you so much.”
Robby groaned low he might've growled. What a fool he was for waiting so long, for running away. He'd left you in such a state. “Jesus, baby, this is torture.”
He stroked himself hard, squeezing till his tip was read and leaking over his hand.
“Robby please.” He watched one of your hands come up and wrap around your neck.
Robby smirked. “Dirty girl.”
Your legs began to shake and you couldn't even gasp out his name.
“Robby... Robby... please.”
He groaned and moaned with you, turning up the volume blindly as he heard your high pitched moan
He didn't know which one of you finished first. He burst all over his hand, his release spilling over in white ropes over his hand. He groaned out your name, jerking himself till he got every last drop and couldn't move his hand anymore.
When he looked back at the camera you were still,, only the rise and fall of your chest letting him into your climax. You turned off your phone, lying there.
With the hand that had your fingers inside you he watched as you ran your hands over his sheets, as if you wanted to mark your spot in his bed.
“Yeah, it's all yours baby girl.”
The next day, Robby was filling up his tank and coming home to you.
Dennis’s favorite position being doggy style. But it’s never the traditional one no matter how hard Dennis tries to stay still. It’s the specific one where his arms start to get shaky so he lets his upper body melt into the mattress while Robby holds up his bottom half as he keeps rutting into him. How he turns his head to smush his face into the sheets while Robby leans more over him and presses one of his large hands flat into his back, holding him still and in place while he goes harder and deeper.
Thinking about sex injuries and robby comes in to work and his mobility is v limited and he keeps rubbing at his back. He tells everyone who asks that he was moving some stuff on his day off and just pulled it. Only him and dennis know the injury was from dennis sucking his dick so good Robby’s back arched way too much and he fucked it up. Dennis tried to make it better w a massage after, but it would be a few days until he was back to normal
based on a post i saw on that letter app about how robby and dennis are like sun and moon on a eclipse, i couldn't stop thinking about it, uhhhh i love them so much!
