a freak mind is divine - j.a.
You’re away at a medical conference and you accidentally text your attending, Jack Abbot, something not meant for him. It works out in your favor.
tags: phone sex, age gap, 1 use of daddy, jack abbot is down bad, mutual masturbation - 18+ EXPLICIT CONTENT.
notes: back on tumblr woo hoo! (formerly known as Syd-djarin). hope u like it :) title is from “God is Fair, Sexy Nasty” by Mac Miller. also posted on AO3
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You're in California for a medical conference with your besties from day shift, Santos, Whitaker and Javadi. It's been a nice change of scenery from the bone chilling winter in Pittsburgh, though you find yourself missing a certain night shift attending. You've been harboring a crush on him since your first day —and it seems like it gets more intense the more you see glimmers of his personality underneath the layer of his typical stoicism.
The end of a lengthy seminar finds you and your crew at rhe hotel lobby bar, swapping gossip and sipping on one too many dirty Shirleys.
Unfortunately, you've always been a sappy drunk. Your mind drifts to Jack again, heart yearning for his calm, steadfast presence. Sometimes at night, your mind feeds you the delusion that your unwavering longing is requited, that Jack is deeply in love with you too. Tonight is one of those nights.
Your phone dings. A text from your best friend back home.
Bestie♡: how's it going?? deets please
Bestie♡: is the hot doctor there 😜
Another diiiiing!
Your tummy flutters seeing a text from Jack.
Abbot🐰: How's it going?
You reply to your best friend first, not wanting to seem too desperate to reply to him.
You: Going good!! Need a facetime date to give you all the deets
You: Abbot isn't here 💔💔💔
You: Probably for the best though I'm ovulating and let's just say he wouldn't survive being in a room with me rn lollll
Jack doesn't know what to think when he reads the text from you. Clearly intended for someone else and explicitly confirming you hold a torch for him. He's keenly aware of how your eyes twinkle up him, though he was certain its an idolizing-your-mentor- type of way.
Now, he's rethinking every accidental touch, every lingering stare, all the toothy grins you seem to only reserve for him. Warmth prickles his skin.
He knows damn well he shouldn't, but he replies anyway.
Ding.
Abbot🐰: Missing me already?
Abbot🐰: Curious to what you'd do to me that would be fatal, considering I survived deployments.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuck!" You yelp, causing the whole table to turn their attention to you. Humiliation stings your cheeks.
"Just um, forgot to call my friend. Different time zones and all, ya know? Uh, see you guys tomorrow!"
You scurry from the lobby bar back up to your room, not daring to look back at them, and certainly not trusting your inebriated state to keep your secret from your colleagues, especially not Santos - she has the annoying trait of being acutely observant and can suss out a lie quicker than anyone you've ever seen.
Your head spins when you get back to your room, finally letting out an exhale. How the fuck are you supposed to do damage control here? Send a lengthy paragraph surely to overexplain yourself? A phone call? Knowing Jack he'd be much more appreciative of that. Maybe now is a good time to consider a transfer to a hospital where you didn't just admit your big fat crush on your attending to your attending!
Before you can make a decision, another text from Jack comes through.
Abbot🐰: I know that was meant for someone else. I shouldn't tease you about it. I'm sorry.
You: No omg you shouldn't be sorry!!! I'm the one who is sending inappropriate texts about my boss. Dr. Abbot, I am so incredibly sorry. I understand if you're uncomfortable working with me now :(
Abbot🐰: Not the first time one of my residents has had a crush on me.
You: I'll ask Robby about switching to days when I get back. I'm so sorry again, Dr. Abbot.
Abbot🐰: If that's what you want to do, by all means.
Abbot🐰: But I'd prefer you stay on nights.
You: Really? Are you sure?
Don't make him spell it out for you. He'd fold immediately, with the smallest of nudges he'd spill his guts to you. You bring out his vulnerability that once laid dormant for years.
Abbot🐰:. I'd rather not lose my best resident to Robby.
You: I'm your best?
Abbot🐰: Don't tell Ellis or Shen but you're my favorite.
Abbot🐰: I'll keep your secret if you keep mine.
Suddenly the frigid hotel air conditioning isn't cool enough, the lingering alcohol in your system making you perspire. You strip down to your underwear.
You: Yes sir your secret is safe with me
You: Again I am so incredibly sorry Dr. Abbot.
Fuck you for calling him sir.
Abbot🐰: Don't worry about it. Besides I'm flattered.
You: I hope you're not making fun of me :(
Abbot🐰: Never, sweetheart.
Abbot🐰: I don't get why a pretty, brilliant lady like you would want an old man like me
You: You think I'm brilliant?
Abbot🐰: Brightest of the brightest.
You: Now I'm the one who is flattered
You: Have you always had a thing for me?
Abbot🐰: Have you always had one for me?
You: I asked first!!!
Abbot🐰: After your first shift I knew I was a goner. Now your turn.
You: I was intimidated by your presence at first, not gonna lie
You: But then I realized you're a softie under that dark, brooding exterior.
Abbot🐰: You bring out my soft side.
Fuck if that doesn't almost do you in completely. It's time to crank things up a notch, you think.
You: [attachment: 1 photo]
You: since I've seen yours already. ;)
You're laying in the hotel bed, tits on full display. He smirks thinking about you walking in on him shirtless tending to his wound from being shot at. Jack can see the bottom half of your pout in the frame and it sends blood rushing straight to his cock.
Abbot🐰: Fuck me, your tits are beautiful baby. You know how to make this old man feel things
You: That was the point ;) let me see you pleaseeeee
If Robby knew he was about to send a dick pic to his favorite resident he'd never hear the end of it. He feels a bit embarrassed by this, but the throbbing in his cock takes over all his capacity for thought.
Abbot🐰: [Attachment: 1 photo]
You: Holy shit
You: I knew you'd be big. Making me think all sorts of ideas ;)
Abbot🐰: Tell me more, baby.
You: [Attachment: 1 Video]
"I wish these were your fingers, Jack…" you moan.
Your legs are spread open, your core on display for the camera. You’ve got two fingers teasing in and out of your glistening pussy.
He can't take it anymore. He needs to see you. Needs to hear your sweet voice.
Incoming FaceTime from Abbot🐰
"Hi Jack," you whisper, suddenly feeling shy.
His curls are perfectly disheveled, his eyes are tired but warm.
"Hi sweetheart," he clears his throat. "Sorry I don't really know what I'm doing…" his face blushes and it's the most adorable sight you've seen. "Just wanted to see you and hear your voice."
You giggle. God this man.
"You're so old school."
"You don't seem to mind," he quips back.
"Getting ready for your shift?"
"Yeah, gotta leave in an hour. You want to uh, help me with a situation?" He asks almost shyly.
"Is it the situation causing the tent in your scrub pants?"
"That'd be the one, yeah," he chuckles.
If you'd known it'd be this easy, you would have spilled your secret months ago.
You prop your phone on a pillow to give Jack full camera access to you. The air quickly turns from shy flirtations to something deeper, sexier — a flip has switched. Jack's eyes darken and are locked onto you, like you're his prey and he hasn't eaten in days.
"I bet that pretty pussy is soaked for me, isn't it?"
"Yes," you moan.
"Show me." He commands, but gently.
You spread open for him again, this time gathering your wetness on your fingers, holding your slick fingers to the camera.
"Fuck baby, you're gonna be the death of me," Jack groans.
"Do you think about me when you touch yourself? The way I think about you?"
He removes his shirt, his biceps ripple with the movements and you're mesmerized.
"You have no idea…" he admits.
"Let me see you," you purr.
Seeing your hot attending naked has you reeling. All his scars, wrinkles and freckles, you wanna trace them with your hands, your tongue. His cock lays heavy against his stomach, leaking at the tip.
"Come with me," he says, starting to stroke up and down his length.
Matching his pace, you fuck yourself with two fingers.
"That's it, baby, nice and slow… look so fucking beautiful like this."
You beam at his praise. He can't help the grin that breaks out on his face.
"How do you feel, baby?" He slows down to check in.
"S-so good, daddy." You're lost in the buildup you barely register the words escaping your mouth until Jack nearly chokes. "Oh my god, um—"
"You're daddy's pretty girl aren't you?" He cuts you off.
"Uh-huh."
"Use your words, baby," he commands, once again gentle but stern.
"Yes daddy, I'm your pretty girl," you all but squeal. Your whole body is alight, sweat clings to your skin.
He picks up the speed, both of you panting and moaning, enraptured by each other.
"'M close, daddy!" The familiar swirl of pleasure in your body almost to its peak.
"Come for me, pretty baby, daddy's right behind you," he grunts.
It hits you and you cry out his name, he follows suit and he chants your name like a prayer.
"Did so good, looked so beautiful…" he praises, out of breath.
"That was so hot, goddamn."
"I usually don't do this," he says after you've both caught your breath.
"Phone sex? Or phone sex with your resident?"
"Both," he smirks. "Normally I'd have taken you to dinner first, the way you deserve. I'd like to do that when you get back if you'll have me?"
"Absolutely," you grin.
"Alright, I gotta get cleaned up before shift. Get some sleep."
"Have a good shift."
You doze off with Jack still fresh on your mind. When you wake up, you find a text from him— a screenshot of the menu of a local restaurant.
Abbot🐰: Me, you, Thursday evening?
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