Ever since Javadi realized she might want to pursue a residency in emergency psychiatry, I’ve been hoping she'll become Caleb’s mentee.
Imagine The Pitt season 7, when she’s an accomplished emergency psychiatry resident, but he still occasionally teases her with: "Make sure the patient’s conscious before you talk to them." 😂 And she rolls her eyes and does her job.
They would annoy but also respect each other. And if Victoria’s mother disrespected her in his presence, he would ask Shamsi uncomfortable psychological questions to make her go away ❤️
Summary: Things take a turn when Robby receives a 911 text from Caleb.
Prequel to:
A Feral Cat - Michael Robinavitch is the human equivalent of a feral cat.
Need you at the house, that’s all the text from Caleb says when it comes in after shift.
Direct, straight to the point.
There’s no follow up. Not after Robby sends a question mark in response to the message. Not after he tries calling. Your own cell goes to voice mail, but that’s not unusual. You lock yourself in the research library sometimes when you’re working on your papers.
His mind goes to all sorts of places, catastrophising. He remembers that time Caleb fell out of his chair five years ago, knocking himself out on the coffee table. He’d been messy drunk because it was the anniversary of his accident, and Robby had almost lost his mind when they’d brought him.
That was before you, Robby reminds himself.
There’s been no more dark days since then, no more drunk anniversaries, no more doing stupid shit.
Still, it doesn’t stop him rushing up the driveway and snatching up that garden gnome. he almost breaks the damn thing trying to wrestle the key out of the compartment at the bottom. He jams it in the lock, twisting it and almost drops Harold when he lays eyes on the sight before him.
The good news, Caleb’s not in any danger.
The bad news, he’s just walked right in on him fucking his girlfriend.
The two of you are on the couch, your back against Caleb’s bare chest, your legs spread wide over his thighs so Robby can see his cock buried deep within that sweet pussy. Your skin is flush against the pretty forest green lace you’re wearing, your teeth sinking into your lower lip as those bright, wild eyes focus on Robby. Caleb’s beard grazes the slope of your throat, his palm covering your breast, thumb tracing over your nipple as that vibrant blue gaze fixes on Robby.
It shouldn’t be so hot, but it is. He’s been having fantasies about the two of you for a while now. Him and Caleb… they had a thing a few of years ago, but Robby couldn’t face the thought of something more. Then you’d come along, and he’d faced the same issues all over again.
When you and Caleb had found each other, he’d been happy for you both, but honestly sad too. Sad that he couldn’t make it work with either of you, sad that he’d never be with a person as wonderful as Caleb or you.
“Are you gonna help a guy out or just stand there watching?” Caleb challenges him, rolling his hips and you whimper as he hits that sweet spot. “Baby girl’s been squeezing my dick like a vice since you walked through the door.”
“I don’t…” He begins, setting the garden gnome down on the sideboard. “You said you needed me…”
“We do.” Caleb says, his breath ghosting in your ear, teeth tugging at the piercing in your lobe. “Now get on your knees and help me take care of her.”
And like the fucking idiot that he is, Robby obeys because he wants this, he wants the both of you more than he’s ever wanted anything in his life.
“Kiss her.” Caleb murmurs, his hand coming to rest on the nape of Robby’s neck, his fingers winding in his hair guiding Robby’s mouth towards yours. “We both know how good you are it.”
Your lips are soft as they brush over his, the taste of strawberry lip balm blossoms on his tongue as you moan into his mouth. He knows that sound, that frantic little whine you get when you’re on the cusp of coming.
“She’s close.” He whispers, his nose tracing over yours as he looks into your eyes. Your pupils are blown, your cheeks a rosy hue. “How long have you been edging her?”
“Since I sent that text.” Caleb tells him, his hands gripping your hips, rocking them back against his. “She’s been such a good girl, haven’t you baby? Waiting for Robby to get his ass over here.”
“Uh huh.” You breath as Robby’s fingers hook on the bottoms of his t-shirt, drawing up over his head and tossing it onto the floor.
“She’s been working too hard.” Caleb murmurs, his mouth planting heated kisses along your jaw. “I needed help showing her how wonderful she is, how appreciated she is because you get that don’t you Robby, you understand how special our girl is?”
Of course he does, because you and Caleb, you’re his biggest regrets. Every night all he thinks about is how fucking stupid he was to let both go.
His mouth claims yours. Your fingers tangling in his hair, drawing him flush against you and in that instant nothing else matters, just you, him and Caleb, locked right here in this moment. His hand slips between the two of you, unfastening his belt, followed by the button of his jeans. He shoves them down his hips, his cock springing out, slapping against your clit.
The breath punches out of Caleb at your reaction to it and Robby smiles, because he recognises that sound too. Caleb, he may talk a big game, but he’s been edging himself too and that man, he’s about to combust.
Robby rubs his cock against your clit, his pre-cum creating a gentle glide as he strokes the shaft. Your breath hitches as he matches the rhythm of Caleb’s thrusts and he knows he has you right there, teetering on that ledge.
“Kiss him.” You beg as the head of his dick teases that sensitive nub. “I want….”
You break off as a cry tears from your throat but Robby he understands what you want because he wants it too. His mouth seeks out Caleb’s, his fingers raking through his hair, gripping it in his fist. That kiss, it’s everything he remembers, rough, sexy, domineering.
Robby loses himself in it, the warm press of your skin, the taste of Caleb’s gum. The rapture hits you and Caleb lets out a strangled shout into his mouth, his hips stuttering as he climaxes. Robby’s orgasm hits him like freight train, forcing the air out of his lungs as his release spills out in white hot streaks, spattering across your clit, dripping down onto Caleb’s cock.
Your arms wrap around him, keeping him close, palms soothing over his muscular back. He melts into the embrace, burying his face into your shoulder. Caleb’s lips ghost over his hair, his calloused palm resting on the nape of his neck as he nuzzles his temple.
Fuck me, he thinks, eyes closing as he tries to catch his breath. This is perfect, this is everything he ever wanted.
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