𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 (𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛?)
𝙵. 𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚗 𝚡 𝙼. "𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚢" 𝚁𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑.
A/N: hi friends! i am so glad to be able to tell you guys i’ve had such the privilege of being able to collaborate with a friend! they are one of the most talented writers i’ve met and you guys should definitely check out their work!
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Day 29: F. Langdon x M. Robinavitch x Creampie
WordCount: 2.2k
Parings: Frank Langdon x Michael “Robby” Robinavitch
Warnings: smut, explicit language
Dividers: @diviniyae
To say Frank was irritated was an understatement. Since coming back from rehab, Robby had been breathing down his neck constantly. He would critique every move he made, every suture he put, even if he sneezed too loudly Robby was right there. Frank swore he could even hear Robby criticizing him at home.
It felt like there was no escaping Robby.
Frank opened his eyes, looking at the alarm clock that was blaring its loud alarm at him. He groaned, sat up and turned it off, almost throwing it against the wall in the process.
God he hated that damn clock.
Standing he stretched, and went brush his teeth. His mind raced as he did, knowing he was going to have to face Robby again today and honestly he wasn’t sure if he could handle much more of this. Everytime Robby looked at him he felt like he was losing a piece of himself.
After being sent to rehab he found himself divorced and alone. His wife had taken the kids with her leaving him to sit in his thoughts. He even lost the house he built his family with. Frank knew he fucked up, but for Robby, the one person he thought was a friend to look at him as a dried up piece of gum made him feel a mix of emotions.
So when Frank finally pulled himself into the pitt, the shitshow had already started. Chairs were full, halls lined with beds, full rooms and a very irritated Robby.
Frank sighed, hoping at least someone would be on his side and started his shift, grabbing a tablet and going into a room. No matter how much he worked he felt like it wouldn’t end.
Now he stood over a little boy with a deep cut on his arm, his was in the middle of doing his stitches when Robby appeared. Taking one look over Frank’s shoulder, he immediately frowned.
“Those sutures are crooked” Robby spoke.
Biting his tongue Frank nodded, apologized and tried to do better.
Then came the next patient. An elderly man who had taken a bad fall. He got bitched out by Robby because they took too long to do his scans.
Frank finally leaned against the nurses station, sighing. Maybe, just maybe a break.
Wrong.
Robby stormed up to him, face red and jaw locked. Uh. Oh.
“A word please Dr. Langdon” Robby’s voice came out steady, almost too steady for the look on his face. The tips of Robby’s ears were red, his cheeks were red. Frank could tell he was mad.
“Did you order a MRI on the man with the screws in his hand?!” Robby hissed.
Frank’s eyes widened.
“W-what?! No!” Frank spoke.
Robby scoffed walking away, almost as if to say he was lying and that’s all he ever was. A liar. Some time later Frank walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. When he looked up, Robby was leaning back towards him in the urinal. He froze for a moment. This was his time. Time to find out what Robby’s problem was.
“what’s your problem with me?” Frank asked, voice sharper than he intended, his arms were crossed, blue eyes narrowed. Robby stopped, turning and looking at Frank. He zipped up his pants, took a step back and mimicked Franks pose.
“Who the fuck do you think you are? Do you realize how lucky you are to be standing here and not sitting in prison right now?!” Robby’s voice incredulous as he squared up to Frank, reminding his former prodigy of how small and powerless he was.
Frank did not back down from the man in front of him. Closing the gap between them, chests close enough to touch if they both inhaled at the same time, Frank lowered his voice to be barely audible “I’m not going to get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness, Robby. I did everything asked of me. I lost my wife and children, my house, everything I had ever worked for - gone.”
Frank’s eyes narrowed, catching the glimpse of turmoil and something he can’t quite parse out in Robby’s gaze. “If you have something to say, then say it - cause I’m not going to sit here all day with you trying to fuck me over because you can’t admit that maybe you fucked up too!”
Robby’s face steeled over, jaw set as he bit his bottom lip in a clear attempt to stop himself from saying something that would give Frank any more ammunition to fire back with. He leaned in closer, making the resident have to bend back at the waist to look him in the face. Studying the man looking up at him, Robby couldn’t stop staring at the icy blue eyes that remained unflinching beneath his gaze. Robby let in a sharp inhale as he gripped Frank’s shoulder, pushing him back up against the bathroom door.
“I gave you everything. Every interesting case, every procedure, every minute of my time here. You took my devotion to shaping you into the doctor and man I knew you could be and fucking threw it away! You never asked for my help!” Frank could hear the strain of Robby’s voice, the grip on his shoulder tightening. “I gave and gave and gave to you when I didn’t have anything to give to anyone else and you have the god damn nerve to act as if I’m the one who’s fucked up here?!”
Frank suddenly realizes that Robby is close enough to his face that he can smell the remnants of the break room coffee and a trace of mint nicotine gum infiltrating his nostrils. Robby is staring straight through him before he sees his attending flick his eyes down towards his lips before returning to meet his gaze - pupils blown wide.
Frank could feel the flush on his skin creeping up his neck, his heartbeat pulsing in his ears, the sweat starting to collect around his lower back. Before he can give himself a chance to think he reaches his hand up, roughly gripping his fingers into the back of Robby’s neck and pulling him into a violent kiss. The grip on his shoulder is replaced by a large hand tightening around the sides of his neck resting just below his jaw - pinning his body tighter against the door behind him.
Robby’s mouth biting at his lips and tongue fighting for entry sends an electric current of arousal and fear through his body. Frank can feel the familiar pooling of pleasure starting to settle low in his abdomen making him feel weak at the knees.
Robby doesn’t let up his onslaught of bites mixed with deep kisses - his grip tightening at the sides of Frank’s neck. He can feel the smaller man’s stance falter before allowing him to come up for air and letting go of Frank’s neck.
Robby’s kiss is bruising- punishing almost. Frank pulls always, panting, eyes locked onto the taller man standing above him. Robby spoke first, breaking the silence. “don’t think this means you deserve anything from me or anyone”, his voice was low, harsh.
“Fuck! Is that what this is about?! You think I owe you?” Frank huffs out between ragged breaths, his lips swollen and coated with the mix of saliva and blood. “Fine, Robby. Do it. Take what you think you deserve - what you think I owe you.” Reaching out to grip the other man’s wrist, Frank drags Robby’s hand to cup the growing bulge under his scrub pants. “Here’s your chance. I have nothing else to give…take it.” His body tense as he presses himself back into the wall, puffing out his chest as he lifts his chin as if to say I’m not scared of what this is or what happens after.
Giving Frank’s cock a firm squeeze, Robby pulls them back together away from the bathroom door, mouths colliding, tongues fighting for leverage. The bathroom filled with breathless gasps, his large hands grabbing every part of the man offering himself up as penance.
Before Frank can register it, he feels himself spinning around facing the mirror, his hips pushed into the bathroom sink. Robby’s firm hand splayed across his upper back bending him over. His movements frantic, yanking at Frank’s scrub bottoms and underwear, pulling them down only far enough to gain access to what he needed.
A tight fist in Frank’s hair pulling his head up to face his own reflection, Robby’s eyes meeting his own in the mirror before he shoving his fingers passed those puffy lips into his mouth, earning a whiny moan. Sharp pressure shoots through the front of Frank’s hips, Robby’s weight fully pressing against his back, chin resting on top of his shoulder - breath hot against the side of Frank’s face.
Frank is a mess spit dripping down his chin around Robby’s fingers and tears streaking down his face as he is forced to look at himself being used. There’s a sudden pressure at the base of his tongue as Robby jams his fingers deeper down his throat - wet gags fill the air while Frank wills himself to breathe through his nose. Robby holds him there for what feels like an eternity until rapidly pulling them out. The hand in Frank's hair now gripping his ass - spreading him apart with two slick fingers pushing their way into his tight hole.
Frank feels like he is being stabbed as he tries to accomodate those thick fingers, roughly fucking in and out of him with little concern. He attempts to rock his aching cock into the edge of the sink searching for any friction to take his mind off the pain.
“You haven’t earned the right to do that” Robby grunts out, removing his fingers and yanking Frank’s hips away from the sink, kicking his feet apart as far as his scrub pants will allow. Frank catches himself bracing his arms on the sink, barely avoiding falling forward into the mirror. He hears Robby tugging at his own scrubs, releasing his own aching, heavy cock. A hand is fisted back into his hair, roughly pulling his head up as another is cupped below his mouth. “Spit”
Robby coats his length with Frank’s saliva, giving himself a few firm tugs before lining himself up with Franks hole, pressing the hot tip at his entrance, keeping himself there for a moment. “You are going to keep your eyes on the mirror and look at yourself” a sharp edge coming to Robby’s voice “watch me fuck you - think about everything you took from everyone around you” his breathing getting heavier as he starts pushing his length into Frank “what you took from me” - sinking fully into Frank’s ass.
His hands are gripping the sink hard enough he wonders if he could break it. Desperately trying to remember the box breathing he learned in rehab, feeling himself being split open by Robby’s thick cock, he felt full in ways he’d never felt before. Robby set a bruising pace, skin slapping filling the walls of the bathroom. “I gave you everything and this is how you repay me” Robby grunted out. “Embarrassing me in front of my department, making people question my abilities.”
“stupid stupid boy, i gave and gave and you just kept taking, and yet you think i’m the issue” Robby raised his hand and let it come down on Frank’s ass, sharp and loud. Frank’s head turned only for Robby to turn his face back to the mirror. “I said watch.” His voice was low, almost warning.
Frank couldn’t speak, his eyes kept focused on the man behind him, the sore spot on his ass, how good this felt and he knows it shouldn’t feel this good. Robby smirked, knowing he’d managed to turn the man under him into putty. Then the tears start. As if Robby’s words physically hit him, the tears well in his blue eyes. A few slide down his cheeks, Robby still thrusting into him. He knew he’d done bad, but he never thought about how it was going to deeply affect others. He felt selfish. He knew what Robby said was right. All Robby wanted was the best for him and he took an inch and made it a mile.
“i-im s-so-sorry” Frank sobbed out just as Robby reached his orgasm, heat flooding through him as Robby groaned. Robby pulled back, looking down at the mess that was now dripping down Frank’s legs. Robby bent down, pulling up his pants and boxers, fixing himself.
“Clean yourself up before you walk back into my ED” Robby spoke as he zipped his pants, unlocked the door and walked out, leaving a frazzled Frank behind. Frank looked at himself in the mirror. Blue eyes rimmed with tears, cheeks red from crying. Between his legs he could feel Robby dripping down his legs. The slight soreness which would probably make him walk with a slight limp.
He felt empty, almost daring to say he missed Robby.
Alone. Longing.
The next day Frank found out about Robby’s sabbatical, making him have a rage of emotions.
Hurt.
Anger.
Dejected.
Yearning.
All for a man he couldn’t have or see.
