need to feel his nose against my [redacted] and then i wanna rub it in my [censured] so i can [inaudible] on his [sound of glass chattering] and then i will [ships horn]
sorry hopping on the fandom reception of langdon vs robby to say that the fundamental difference between the two that irks me is how robby tries and langdon doesn't.
in the sense that, while robby lashes out, makes mistakes, hurts his subordinates, shows bias, and a plethora of issues, he's still trying to be considerate of others and trying to be better. even if those attempts fail, it's important that they're made.
when he and baran clash over the incarcerated patient, first he makes sure to ask "what am I missing?" in s1 when he and heather clashed over the abortion, he listened and took it over. when mckay schooled him about how important those girls on the list were, he conceded she was right with "this is a teaching hospital, and teachers can still learn stuff... you were right, I didn't think enough about those girls."
when baran confronts him with "what the hell was that with samira earlier?" he goes to samira and tries to apologize. does this fail? in every way possible, yeah. but the attempt was made. and then later when he scolds victoria for her tiktoks and talks over her, when mckay calls him out on it, he reevaluates and apologizes to her.
Robby is FAR from a perfect man. but he still tries.
langdon is more often than not, a self centered character. when he is called out on shit, there is very little effort, and most often a "BUT BUT BUT—" array of excuses or lashing out. when robby gets onto him for yelling at santos, he tries to cover it up, like (heavily paraphrased but the sentiment is true to what he says) "I know it sounded bad but she's been awful all day" when robby calls him out on his shit again in the ambulance bay, his response is to lash out with "I wasn't the one talking to cartoon animals in peds!"
he rarely takes responsibility. he sees rehab as a punishment instead of the consequences of his actions. he sees robby sending him to triage as "exile", even though yeah, this is his first day back as a doctor after months and months of rehab and he's LUCKY to be there at all. and in his confrontation with santos, it continues to be about him. "I almost lost my wife and kids!" which, again, he didn't even lose them, and again, it would've been the consequences of his actions, not some sort of punishment. (not to mention he doesn't ever talk about his wife in a particularly good manner.)
he treated his amends as a checklist, he cared about getting louie a proper funeral to absolve his guilt, frank langdon in many ways is just as (or moreso) biased than robby and a hell of a lot more self centered. even in robby's most self centered moments, when he's ranting about HIS department, he's still saying that because he's actually focusing on everybody else. he's in charge of all these people. it is his department.
if you're gonna hate robby, I'm sorry, it's weird to not hate langdon as well. langdon gets WAY better fandom reception than robby. I could yap and yap about this but like.. i have no problem with people liking and disliking characters, whatever. but it's hypocritical. and also, langdon stans (some of the fans are normal I'm specifying stans) have harassed both me and my mutuals and my gf over saying shit like this lol
warnings/tags: age gap (unspecified but mentioned), oral (f!), slight fingering. unprotected p in v, cream pie, robby’s a little awkward at the start, daddy kink!!!, use of ‘good girl’, pussy pronouns (her), jack abbot is a freak. absolutely nawt proofread!
wc: 3.5k
a/n: you can read part 1 here, though it’s not really necessary.
the game felt like it went on for days, though it was only a couple of hours. robby couldn’t sit still, constantly checking his watch and the time on the screen, occasionally he would look out the window to see if you were there but you never were.
jack noticed his strange behaviour and asked him about it, but when he received a gruff ‘nothing’ in response to his asking what’s wrong, he decided to drop it. he knew better than to press robby, figured he was probably just tired from his shift.
the game finally did come to an end and the way robby jumped up off the couch and seemed to usher jack out the door shocked him a little, but again he didn’t press. jack gave robby a firm pat on the shoulder and a quick “if you need anything, anything at all…i’m here for you, man.” to which robby thanked him quickly and all but pushed him out the door.
robby looked at his watch, 11pm, shit. he wondered whether you’d still be awake or not, he thought about leaving it for another day but ultimately his feet carried him to your door.
you answered the door on the first quiet knock, so fast robby wondered if you’d been waiting for him there the whole time but he didn’t have time to think as you grabbed him by the wrist and hurriedly pulled him inside.
“hey, i’m sorry that i took-” robby starts but is interrupted by one of your fingers being pressed against his lips.
“shhh. have to keep it down, my parents are asleep.” robby’s eyes widen at that admission, uh oh.
“your who!?” robby asks rhetorically in a shocked whisper. he figured you lived alone, didn’t think you still lived with your parents…now that he’s really thinking about it, he didn’t even know your age. shit.
“my parents.” you repeat, like his question was stupid. you’re dragging him up the stairs at this point, firm grip on his wrist as you lead him to your bedroom.
“yes but–” he’s stopped again by you aggressively shushing him, pointing to a closed bedroom door that he figures must be your parent’s.
you open your own bedroom door and pull him inside, swiftly closing it behind you before letting out a sigh and flopping down onto your bed. “okay, we should be good now.”
“i’m sorry, i hate to ask but, um–how old are you, sweetheart?” robby rubs the back of his neck awkwardly and watches as you let out a little laugh. though he doesn’t find this funny.
“old enough.” you wink and robby gives you a stern look.
“seriously, i’m old enough…god, want to check my id?” you roll your eyes, you were joking about the id of course but robby nods.
“seriously!?”
he nods again so with a huff you grab your purse from your bag and fish out your license, turning it towards him. “see, i told you. old enough.”
robby let’s out a sigh of relief and let’s himself relax, sitting down beside you on the edge of your bed. he didn’t really know what to do with himself, he was so busy waiting for the game to finish that he didn’t even think this far ahead. so he just kind of sat there awkwardly waiting for you to do or say something, anything.
“so…how old are you?” you ask, smirk tugging at your lips. you knew he was older, much older and you didn’t really care how old he was but seeing as he pressed you about it, you figured you’d give him the same treatment.
robby let’s out a somewhat nervous chuckle, “old enough.”
“funny guy.” you laugh before dropping your amused tone. “but seriously. i told you now you tell me.”
“50….ish…” robby looks down at the floor awkwardly, worried that you’d turn him away in disgust but you don’t. your face lights up actually.
you take one of his hands in yours, squeezing it slightly. “oh, old enough then” you giggle and he turns to face you with a genuine smile, already so endeared by you.
“so…wanna pick up where we left off?” you bite your lip, eyeing robby up and down, he nods slowly. “uh, sure. if you, if that’s what you want.”
you giggle again, amused by his nervousness. “i do want, very much so.”
robby swallows thickly as you stand up and position yourself in front of him, he spreads his legs slightly and you step into the space.
“so, where were we?” you pretend to think for a second, tapping your chin with your finger. “oh yeah!” you slowly pull your t-shirt up, exposing your bare breasts to the older man. robby’s breathing catches in his throat as his gaze meets them.
“shit.” he whispers under his breath, you giggle softly again. “like what you see?” you ask, your voice dripping in honey. robby nods, “y-yes.”
“you can touch, you know?” robby looks up at you, his eyes all big and dark and hopeful. “yeah?”
you nod, “of course, that’s kind of the whole point.”
robby takes a beat and deep breath before reaching both hands up, slowly moving to cup the underside of your breasts as if he’s scared that you’ll run away if he moves to fast. you won’t.
he lets out a shaky breath as he softly squeezes them in his hands. he seems so nervous, so sweet. your heart lurches in your chest at his demeanour, you don’t know what you expected him to be like but it wasn’t this shy, nervous little guy.
feeling a little braver, he swipes his thumbs over your hard nipples, you fall forwards slightly and a soft moan escapes your lips.
“that feel good, sweetheart?” he asks, looking up at you again, smile on his lips and cheeks flushing a slight pink.
you nod, “mhm. s’good, daddy.” you didn’t mean to say it, it just came out and you immediately felt embarrassed by it. robby’s eyes widen and his eyebrows shoot up, “daddy?”
now it’s your turn to go shy, “m’sorry, didn’t mean to say that, it won’t happen–”
“no. no. don’t apologise. s’okay, sweetheart. i can be your daddy if that’s what you want?” he’d be lying if he said that hearing the word daddy fall from your sweet lips didn’t set something off in him, in an instant his nervousness washed away and he understood his assignment.
you nod again, more enthusiastically this time. “please.”
robby hums, sliding his hands down your sides to rest on your waist, long fingers digging in your plush skin, not enough to hurt but enough to feel. “want to show daddy that pretty little pussy of yours finally?”
you take in a deep breath and move to sit on the bed, crawling to the middle. robby shifts to watch you, his legs still spread and his hand playing with his strained cock over his pants.
your fingers toy with your shorts, taking a moment before hooking them under the waistband and pulling just slightly, just enough to expose the bare skin beneath.
“no panties, huh?” robby breathes, squeezing the throbbing outline of his cock as he watches intently, waiting for you to pull your shorts down the rest of the way.
you shake your head and bite your lip, “no panties.” you confirm with a slight mischievous lilt in your tone. slowly, you pull them down the rest of the way, kicking them off your feet and discarding them at the end of the bed. you keep your legs closed, for now.
robby kicks off his shoes and moves so he’s sat fully on the bed now, leaning down on his elbows so he’s eye level with your closed legs. “please open your legs f’me, sweetheart. daddy wants to see so bad.” his tone is whinier, more pathetic than he had intended it to be but you don’t seem to mind as you slowly start spreading your legs for him.
again, his breathing seems to catch in his throat and he lets out a soft, small gasp as he’s finally met with the sight of your sweet cunt. he reaches a hand out, almost touching but not yet. “can i?” he asks, looking up at you waiting for approval, and when you nod he runs two fingers up through your folds, spreading them to get a better look at how they’re already glistening with arousal.
“so pretty, sweetheart. so so pretty. bet you taste so sweet too, please can i taste her?” how could you say no when he’s pleading with those big brown eyes of his? “y-yeah, please daddy.” you’re already bringing your hips up to meet his face before you’ve finished your sentence, feeling his hot breath against your sensitive skin making you so desperate.
robby let’s out a satisfied hum before bringing his face down to press a kiss against your pussy, feeling the soft, plush skin beneath his lips. he allows another hum afterwards, his eyes closing as he gets the smallest hint of your taste on his lips. after one last kiss he dives in, spreading your folds with his tongue, exploring every single inch of your cunt with his mouth.
your hands fly up to grip his hair, being careful not to pull too hard but just enough to ground you as your hips buck up involuntarily into his face. “fuck!– feels s’good, daddy. shit!” you moan, back arching off the bed, burying your face into the sheets to try and hide your scrunched up expression from the older man.
that’s not good enough for robby. he slides a hand up your body and grips your cheeks, forcing your face forwards. “uh uh. don’t hide from me, sweetheart. wanna see that pretty face when i make you cum, got it?” his tone has a slight hint of condescension that has your thighs squeezing against the sides of his head.
you nod, “yes, sorry daddy.” your eyes fluttering closed as his tongue darts across your clit in quick succession that feels like tiny shocks up your spine. “good girl.” he hums against your pussy, lips wrapping around your clit to suck, not gently, he’s on a mission now, he absolutely needs to make you cum on his face.
it’s not long before you’re right there. your fingers tighten in his hair, your hips buck wildly now, thighs squeezing his head like a vice as you wail. “oh my god, yes! just like that! just like that! fuck, fuck, fuck. gonna cum, you’re gonna make me– oh shit!” the pace of robby’s tongue lapping against your clit doesn’t let up even for a second as that knot in your stomach explodes.
heat blooms across your skin and up your spine, your toes curl against the sheets and you have to cover your own mouth to muffle the scream that’s ripped from your throat. robby’s lost in the feeling of you coming undone on his face. he’s mindlessly babbling about what a good girl you are, how pretty, how good you taste, literally anything that comes to his blissed out head.
your body goes limp and your thighs finally let him go, falling to the bed beneath you. your chest swells and your breasts heave as you try to catch your breath back. your eyes are still closed tight so you don’t notice robby getting up to strip himself, nor do you notice the dip in the bed as he positions himself on top of your body.
“ready, sweet girl?” he presses a kiss to your sweat slick forehead and that’s when you open your eyes, greeted by the sight of him gazing at you adoringly.
“y-yeah, please. want your cock so bad, daddy.” you mewl, letting your hips rise up to meet his own, feeling the way his dick twitches against your skin when you call him that name.
“don’t worry, m’ not gonna make you beg for it, sweetheart. know you’re gonna take my cock so well, gonna be a good girl for me, hm?” he peppers kisses all over your face as he lines himself up at your entrance, you can feel the blunt head of his cock against you, notching in slightly and he feels big.
“mhm, so good!” you nuzzle your face against his, feeling the scratch of his beard against your flushed cheeks. “good, ready?” he holds the side of your face in one hand, his other holding his cock waiting for your final nod of approval to push in and when you give it he wastes no time in sinking into your wet heat with a deep guttural groan.
“shit! you’re so tight, baby.” he drops his forehead against yours and squeezes his eyes shut as he pushes his hips forward into yours. your eyes slam shut too, overwhelmed by the feeling of his thick cock filling you up so much, feels like he’s splitting you open.
it takes a minute for your body to relax, allowing him to sink in the rest of the way. when he’s fully buried inside of your tight hole he waits a beat before moving, giving you a few seconds to adjust to his size. “ready?” he asks, pressing a couple more kisses to your face, down your jaw to your neck where he buries his face.
“please, daddy. please.” your tone is whiny and desperate, robby’s cock throbs inside of you at the sound and so he starts moving. it’s slow at first, just a gentle roll of his hips to get you used to the feeling but as your moaning picks up, so does his pace until all that can be heard is the sound of his hips snapping against yours and your joint moaning, his muffled by your shoulder.
“oh fuck! you feel so fucking good, sweetheart. gonna make me cum too quick if you keep squeezing my cock like that.” robby adjusts his position so he’s sat up on his knees, both hands gripping your hips so he can control your movements a little better, bringing them up to meet his thrusts.
“s-sorry, daddy. shit!– i can’t, can’t help it-t!” you’re gripping his forearms for dear life now as if you’ll take off if you don’t, like he’s the only thing keeping you here.
“s’okay, baby. don’t know any better do you? just a sweet little thing, can’t help being so fucked out on my cock can you?” robby smirks, digging his fingers into your skin a little harder, his pace becoming sloppier the more your cunt squeezes around him. you can’t even find words in your fuzzy brain anymore so you just shake your head lazily in response as little whines and moans escape your swollen, wet lips.
“think you can be good and give me one last orgasm, hmm? wanna feel you cum on my cock, pretty girl. can you do that for me? want to cum again for daddy?” you’re already sliding your hand down your stomach before he’s finished asking, fingers meeting your pulsing clit, still buzzing from your last orgasm.
“that’s it, good girl. mm, look so pretty touching yourself for me. there y’ go, yeah, just like that, sweetheart.” the sight of you touching yourself while robby fucks you has him barrelling closer and closer to his own orgasm, he holds it back though, wants to wait for you to get there first. the gentleman that he is.
“oh fuck– daddy, i’m–i’m–” you pick up speed with your hand between your legs, robby matches it with his hips. “gonna cum for me again? of course you are, you love this don’t you? love being a good girl for the old man next door, hm? christ, never even spoke to me before today and now look at you, cumming all over my cock like you were made for it.”
robby’s obscene words are what set you off, have you diving head first off the cliff into your second and hopefully final orgasm of the night. again, you have to cover your mouth with your free hand, afraid that this time you’ll wake up your parents. your cunt clamps down and spasms around robby’s cock, your legs wrap around him, heels digging into the small of his back to keep him in place. that alone sends robby right over the edge with you.
“shit, gonna cum–fuck–should i p-pull–” robby’s eyes grow wide as he realises he never even asked you about protection, got too lost in all of to even think about asking. “no, please. want to feel it inside of me. please, daddy!” not even a moment of hesitation passes through robby, and how could it? how could he say no when you’re begging him so pretty like that?
and so he doesn’t stop. his thrusting picks up, as much as it can with your legs wrapped around him and his fingers dig into your hips hard as he finally lets himself go. “oh fuck! feel so fucking good, baby. gonna fill up this pretty pussy so fucking deep. have you leaking my cum for days. shit! shit!” and true to his word he does fill you up, deep. so deep you can feel the warmth of his release inside of you, feel it reaching parts of you that you didn’t know existed, the feeling alone making you want to cum again.
but you don’t, robby collapses on top of you with a heavy thud, the weight of him caging you in on the bed. his soft, sweaty tummy heaving against your own as he comes down from his high. he doesn’t pull out, not yet, can’t even think about moving he’s so spent. so you both just lie there for a couple of minutes, waiting for the moment to pass.
eventually, it does. you don’t say much after the fact, there really isn’t that much to say so you both redress yourselves. the silence isn’t awkward, it isn’t weird, it just is. once dressed you lead robby out of your room and back downstairs to the front door.
“so…will i see you again?” robby asks once you’re out on the porch, the cool night air feeling nice against your still flushed skin.
“well, seeing as we’re neighbours i’m gonna say probably.” you giggle, you knew what he meant but you couldn’t resist being a little cheeky.
“you know what i-” robby starts but you cut him off with a quick kiss against his moving lips. “yes, you’ll see me again…” this is when you realise you don’t even know his name, never even thought to ask.
“robby.” he prompts, you give him your own name in return. “you can just call me daddy though, if you want.” he winks and you playfully hit his arm.
you say your goodnights and after one final kiss you’re going back inside. robby sighs once he gets back to his own house, feeling so completely exhausted all he wants is to collapse in his bed and finally get some sleep.
he washes himself up in the bathroom, having a quick shower and brushing his teeth before making his way to his bedroom with a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.
“what the fuck!?” robby screams as he enters his bedroom, grabbing the towel to stop it from falling down. when he entered his bedroom he expected it to be empty, didn’t expect his best friend to be waiting in the corner of the pitch black room when he turned the lights on.
“hello, brother.” jack smirks from where he’s sat in the chair robby likes to read in. robby’s heart feels as though it’s about to burst out of his chest and he has to sit down on the edge of the bed as to not pass out from the fright.
“what the hell are you doing here? it’s…” robby looks over at the alarm clock on his bed. “…2 in the fucking morning.”
“came to check on you, you were being weird earlier but when i came back the house was empty.” jack explains, well half explains, not really.
“why are you still here then? why didn’t you go home when you realised i wasn’t here?” robby has his head in his hands, all he wants is to go to bed, not to deal with whatever this is.
“how could i when you were putting on such a good show in the window here, brother? nice job by the way, she’s very cute, how old is she?” jack motions towards the window he’s sat by with the curtains still open, which looks directly into your own bedroom. thankfully, your curtains are closed now.
“what. the. fuck.” robby mutters under his breath, dragging his hands down his face in a mix of defeat and annoyance. “you watched? how much?”
jack smirks, “enough..”
“all of it then?”
jack nods, “yep. the whole thing. just wanted to make sure you were safe, brother. you know me, always so worried about you.” he laughs.
“you’re a real freak, abbot. a real freak.” all robby can do is laugh now, out of exhaustion or exasperation? he doesn’t know.
“yeah, i know. soo…you gonna introduce me to her or-”
“absolutely fucking not.”
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Summary: Just a little blurb about reader and jack’s escapades in bed. With filming mini sex tapes being one of their favourite ways to spice things up in the bedroom.
Wordcount: 800 ~
Tags: Smut 18 + MDNI, sex tapes, dirty talk, pet names, idk its pretty self explanatory, no use of y/n, softdom!abbot, established relationship, freak4freak.
A/N: explicit writing eeeek! Luv the idea of freak4freak gotta meet each other on the same page, implied previous conversations on kink/boundaries etc. Healthy boundaries and communication is important and hot u guys!
Dividers by @strangergraphics!
There is really something about how Abbot loves to film you. He really is obsessed with you, the way you squirm under his gaze, under his touch, and of course under his filthy habit of filming little snippets of your sex life.
You can see it in his eyes, he’d be all sweet and loving on you rubbing down your tits, whispering sweet nothings into your ears as he bites down on your ear and jaw. You’d see the glint in his eyes when you moan a bit louder at the contact of his teeth with your jaw and he pulls back quickly, pushing into you deeply. Without missing a beat or thrust, Jack reaches over you to get his phone from the nightstand, telling his pretty girl to keep going, just like that, with you taking over, rocking your hips up towards Jack with a level of determination you reserve only for the bedroom. He takes his phone in one hand, and drills into you just the way you like it, eyes rolling back and whimpers running out of your mouth. Oh it’s like he is so obsessed with catching you mid orgasm, clawing at him to pay attention to you, but no, he is too busy with his phone,
“Sush, this is for us - for when we aren’t together baby”.
And you stretch more, over exaggerate like the good girl you are, tits up to the camera, desperate for him to tell you how well you are doing, a firm hand landing on the side of your hip, squeezing the soft flesh, half moons from his nails pressing into your skin.
“oh Jackie please, please, oh please - yes!”,
exclaiming as he aids you riding out that wave, thumb of his freehand swirling around your clit, laughing smugly at your desperation. As much as Jack loves to see you like this, his favourite part, to catch on camera, more than your desperate moans or your hips rocking harshly against his, is his ropes hitting your chest with you all blissed out, pussy pulsing from the sudden loss of him inside. He murmurs over and over as he cums -
“oh god yeah, such a pretty girl for me - oh god f-uck”.
He makes damn sure to zoom in on how his cum looks on your plush tits, capturing the obscenity of it all. As you both come down from it all, heavy breathing and deep kisses, Jack puts the phone down beside you turning it off. With one deep kiss on your jaw he tells you that he doesn’t think its possible to love you anymore, telling you in between laboured breaths that your his -
“Sweet, sweet angel, I love you so much baby”
If anyone found out what the two of you got up to in the bedroom, you’d be mortified, you think you’d have to leave the country from embarrassment, but in the moment Jack makes you feel so good, so safe and so loved that you couldn’t care less that he takes out his phone, in fact, you secretly love putting on the performance of a lifetime for him as he shines the camera light in your face. Afterwards, you are lying in bed, water in hand, chest cleaned with the precision only he could have, head on his chest curled in as if you’d die if you didn’t have as much surface area contact between your bodies as possible, asking Jack -
“You would never show anyone these videos would you?”
the post sex clarity and anxiety slowly seeping in. Jack sweeps the messy strands of your hair off your forehead, looking down on you with a level of softness that makes your legs weak. A look of concern washes over his eye, as he pushes those gorgeous, now damp, curls off of his forehead, trying to gauge how serious you are being right now. You know he wouldn’t ever actually do anything with the video or spread it around, but you need to be reassured anyways.
“No sweetness, why would I ever do something so cruel to you?”
And you hum sleepily against his side curled up, and god, you would do anything to stay like this forever. As you sink further into his side, Jack thinks of all the times he’s looked at the select few videos he has of you, tucked away in a private password protected folder, made especially for when your schedules don’t align and god the sound of your moans nearly give him a heart attack with how much it makes him want you. It leaves him counting down the hours until the next time he gets to hear you keen “Jackie” at him again. He sighs in sync with you, wondering what he did to deserve a woman like you in his life, his sweet, sweet girl.
synopsiswhen you get a phone call from robby at 2 am when he's supposed to be sabotical your mind kicks you into all the horror stories. when he doesnt pick up when you try to call him back what choice do you have but to drive across states to get to him
warningsSMUT MDNI. handjob, boob play, fingering, dirty talk, language, slight praise kink, spanking, oral (f! receiving and m! receiving) a bit of dom robby and dom reader? p in v penetration. this ones loooonnng, there's illusions/ worries of suicide
authornotei know he was going to some head smashed in place but that was too far so he's closer to home. btw i am british, i haven't got a clue how far lake huron actually is from where the pitt is so let's just pretend
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Everybody knew that a phone call past midnight was never a good thing. Nine times out of ten it was bad news- however- working in the ER you realised bad news didn't wait for the strikes of a clock, it simply delivered when it was due.
So when your phone rang next to you on your bed at 01:39am you picked up without checking the name of the caller. Without checking if it was the 'Night Crawlers' asking for your help though you'd only gotten out five hours ago.
“Hello?” you mumbled, your vocal chords holding on for dear life.
Heck- you'd only been asleep three hours.
“Hey.”
You yawned. “Hey.”
There was a low chuckle down the line of the phone. “Sorry, I er- I didn't mean to wake you.”
“No, it's fine. You didn't,” you said though they absolutely did.
It took your sleep ridden mind a moment to recognise the low drawl on the other end of the phone. Robby.
Your body jerked awake with your minds realisation. “Robby.” You reached over, flicking on your lamp and sitting up in bed, pulling the covers closer to your chest. “What's going on? Is everything okay?”
There was a muffled sort of noise down the end of the line.
“Yeah... yeah... everything's fine.”
You waited for more. For some sort of explanation as to why he was calling you.
“I shouldn't have called.” Was all you got instead.
“No!” you said abruptly. “No, I'm glad you did. How's-how's wherever you are?”
“It's good. It's quiet.”
It wasn't an unusual occurrence for Robby to call, the two of you had fallen into a routine of calling each other after hard days or good days. Your phone was compromised with calls from either your parents or Robby and the calls from Robby were heavily outweighing any others.
They lasted hours usually, the both of you calling it seemed as soon as you were each through the doors of your separate apartments. Even if you spent all day together in the ER, you never got tired of each other. You'd talk about the days traumas or something annoying Gloria had done. Other calls were maybe only minutes long where one of you would ask if the other would come over with pizza and beer.
Some- few and far between- lasted all night, the both of you falling asleep on either ends, plugging in your phones for the night and only ending it when you were both on your way into work.
But Robby had left on his great Sabbatical a week ago and you'd been faced with silence ever since.
“Too quiet?” you asked, pulling at the tassels of the blanket over your covers.
He hummed down the line. “Jus... different quiet.”
You nodded. “Is it pretty up there?”
“... Very.”
“You should send me pictures.”
“Yeah, I-” he cut himself off with a small annoyed grunt that you almost didn't pick up.
You could hear the silence beyond his words. No shuffling around like he did in his apartment, no low static from a tv just... nothing. “Hey, is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I jus...”
“Yeah?”
There was a deep sigh down the line. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”
The worry that had clasped around your heart since the day he left gave a tight squeeze. Your stomach re-arranged and your mind went blank.
“Robby?”
“I just wanted to hear it.”
“Stay on the line with me, then, let's talk. Talk about anything.”
“It's late, I should... go,” he uttered. “Let you sleep.”
“No, I wanna talk, I-” there was suddenly very little on the other end of the phone. “Robby? Robby?”
You looked down to your phone and your home screen was staring back at you. A picture of Robby, leaning over the nurses counter with a pair of glamours and far too big sunglasses on. You'd snapped it in seconds, made it your background in even less time.
Why? Because he was your friend. Probably your closest friend.
And he'd just called to hear your voice and put the phone down.
Your fingers fumbled as you called his name but got nothing. You tried twice more before you stumbled on your feet and started to dress, picking up whatever clothes that weren't scrubs from your bedroom floor.
You hastily parked, narrowly missing another car parked out front the Pitt. You ran through the ambulance bay, ignoring those that saw you and questioned if you were working today.
You ran through like you were hurt. You might be- if Robby was.
“Jack!” you rushed in, yelling.
“Woah- hey!” said Ellis, the first to find you. “Everything alright with you?”
“Is Jack around?” you asked, breathless like you'd ran all the way.
“He's in a trauma, honey,” said Lena, clocking you. “Are you okay?”
You shook your head, hands on your hips as you caught your breath. You'd tried Robby at least ten more times, dropped him texts and were getting nothing back. Complete radio silence like he'd dropped off the face of the earth.
You prayed he hadn't.
The doors to trauma two flung open and Jack walked out, clocking you at once as he pulled off his gown and gloves.
“Hey- what's going on?” he asked.
You rushed to him like he was a lifeline and you were drowning. Your chest felt so tight you might've been.
Jack caught your arms. “Woah, woah, woah, you don't look so good, what's happened?”
“It's Robby.”
Jack's face dropped, his hands gripping your elbows to either steady himself or you. “What's happened?” he asked, seriously.
The two of you walked away from the residents slowly forming, hearing 'Robby' and nothing on the other end.
You brushed your hair back, sweat beading at your forehead. “He called me. Randomly! He just called, said he wanted to hear my voice, that was half an hour ago and now he's just- he's not picking up. I've called, I've text but there's nothing.”
“Did he say anything else?” asked Jack.
“No, not really.”
The two of you paused at a quiet corner.
Jack took in a deep breath.
“Jack, I'm scared what if he.... what if he's?” you chocked on the word you couldn't say, hand clamping to your mouth like you might throw up.
His hand held your back, firm. “He wouldn't.”
You shook your head. You wished you could believe it but he'd seemed so defeated when he left. After a whole day of telling people he didn't know when he'd be back, if he was coming back at all he'd left you with a lingering hug, promising you he would be back.
The phone call didn't feel like a promise. It felt like a break.
Jack was silent, thinking while you were trying everything not to.
“I'm really scared he would,” you whispered.
Jack nodded, understanding. He'd done everything to try to make him stay, or everything to at least get him on the right tracks of searching for help and not running from demons.
If there was anyone who could have got through to Robby it was Jack... or it was you.
“Where's he staying again?” you asked Jack.
“It was a lake, cabin there... Lake Huron?” Jack searched through his phone. “He gave me the address, or I pried it out of him- here-” he showed you his phone.
You snatched it from him, startling him for a moment. You found your contact in Jack's phone that was rather low on contacts and forwarded the address to you. “I'll go find him.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, hands on his hips again. “Are you even okay to be driving?”
“I'll go mad, I will drive myself crazy wondering if he's okay if I don't go.”
Maybe Jack could see it in you then, could see the desperation.
“If this is a cry for help I'll help him.”
Jack sighed, half resigned, half knowing that if you didn't go, he would. “Okay... Okay. I'll keep trying him here. Take this-” he all but forced some protein bars in your hand before embracing you. “Drive safe, call me if you need anything and I mean anything.”
You let yourself for a second enjoy the comfort. “What if I get there and it's too late?”
Jack pulled back, cradling you. “You won't. Don't think about that, okay?”
It was all you could think about, the idea voiced out loud to the universe. The only thing that pushed you from Jack and back out the Pitt was the longer you lingered, the more you'll miss him.
His motorbike was there, sat like an insult.
You'd pulled up and stared at the bike like it had personally offended you. It had. It was the very thing that drove him away from you and it sat there like it belonged with Robby and you didn't.
Maybe it was the hundreds of miles you'd driven, the hours it took or the several calls un-answered but you got out your car, hitting the side of your door into the metal.
There was a satisfying scratch as you did so and then you did so again and again until you were sure you'd made your distaste clear, until you'd thrown your anger and worry into the thing-
“Hey! Hey! Hey!” called out a voice and rushed feet. “What are you doing!?”
Robby was in low gey sweat pants and a white shirt, bare foot as he walked out the cabin, marching over. Out of his scrubs he looked almost un-recognizable but you'd know him anywhere.
You stood from your car and he stopped in place.
Robby frowned, squinting through the sun. “What are you doing here?”
“What am I- What am I-” you stuttered. Did he expect you not to do anything about the heart ache he'd given you.
Robby watched as you rounded your car.
You'd thought a hundred terrible things you'd find on your way over. You'd thought of all the things you'd say to him if you found him safe and sound. They all evaporated as you pushed him.
Robby stumbled back when your hands shoved at his chest. “Wha-”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” you yelled. Admittedly- it was not one of the things you thought you'd say to him.
“What the fuck were you doing to my bike?” he yelled back, not harshly but having to shout over your own voice.
“What the fuck were you doing calling me in the middle of the night?!” you pushed at him again but he didn't move or say anything. You shoved him and shoved him. He only rocked on his heels, didn't even wince.
Were you hurting him even a fraction of the way he hurt you?
“You couldn't answer your phone?” you snapped. “Are you kidding me? I was scared! I was so fucking scared!”
“Okay-okay-” he finally fought back, batting away every wave of your arms.
“You scared me! I was scared! I was so scared! I was... I was-”
“Okay, okay.”
You didn't know who gave up first, whether it was you or Robby but you were quickly brought into his chest. His arms pulled at you till you were pulled into him and he held you in his grasp. You could blame it on exhaustion later but you let yourself sink into him and grasp at the back of his shirt.
You could feel his heart beating and felt he was alive.
Robby led you into the cabin and spared you the tour, taking you first into the kitchen and sitting you down on the stall. He poured you a coffee, making it just the way you appreciated.
It was warm inside, all deep wood and open space. Large windows overlooked the lake glistening in the early morning sun. There was a bag left by the door, the jacket Robby had worn leaving slung over the back of a chair.
Other than that there was little sign of a life he'd seemed so happy to run to.
Across from you, Robby pulled out his phone and turned the power off.
“You turned it off?” you asked.
He nodded without looking at you, watching as it slowly came to life. “After calling you I... yeah.”
Together you watched as his lifeless background flickered to brightness before dozens of texts and missed calls began notifying him.
“Might want to turn that off again,” you said with a breathless chuckle.
You watched as Robby watched every call and text come through. You knew some of your texts were worried, 'please call me!' some were angrier that he'd have you so worried.
“I just, needed some space,” said Robby, rubbing the back of his head.
“You called me.”
He looked down but bobbed his head in a nod. “Yeah, I did.”
“Why?” you uttered, wrapping your hands around the hot mug of coffee. You hadn't realised how cold you were until you felt the heat. “Why call me and then turn off your phone you must have known I'd worry.”
Robby looked up at you through his lashes. His hair had gotten longer, beard too. It made him look younger and refreshed but his eyes were still dark. “I wasn't thinking. I didn't do it to hurt you.”
You nodded, trying to understand. “Did you do it to hurt yourself?”
Finally, it was as if he understood.
Robby walked around the counter and settled in the stall next to you. He didn't reach for your hand, didn't hold you at all but his body curved around you. “I called you because I wanted to hear your voice. I've been alone for a week and all I've wanted to do was talk to you. I thought hearing your voice would-” he wrapped his fingers into a fist to announce something but the words didn't follow.
“You have no idea how scared I was that something happened to you,” you uttered, hardly feeling your lips move but you felt the effect of the words between the two of you.
Still, Robby didn't say sorry.
He didn't say anything.
Carefully you un-wrapped your fingers from the mug and stood up.
Robby's eyes watched you go.
“I should call Jack, I told him I'd call when I got here. So...”
On the front steps of the porch you settled down and texted Jack, not finding the strength to explain over the phone. You told him Robby was safe, knowing he'd be finishing up his shift and heading home.
At least one of you would get a good nights sleep.
The wind whispered of kindness and the warmth you’d never felt before kissed your skin. It calmed you- if only for a second. Maybe that was why Robby had ran here.
The front door squeaked Robby stepped out, stretching in the glow.
His shirt rode up enough for you to be welcomed with a slither of his stomach, wide and hair trailing down his joggers.
You cleared your throat and turned away. “Sorry about your bike.”
He chuckled. “Not me you should apologise to, but Duke.”
“He’s doing well by the way,” you said. “If you haven’t been speaking to him, he’s been coming in, asking about treatment. I’ve took over his case.”
Robby nodded like he knew this. “I wouldn't trust anyone else.”
Was that why he called you? In a way you were flattered, glad that he had called but you couldn't quite feel it through the fear yet.
Robby moved as if he was going to settle down next to you and you jumped up before he could. He stepped back, peering through the light to look at you.
“Well I'm glad you're okay,” you said, dusting off your pants. “But I should probably go.... I got work.”
Robby shook his head. “No you don't. Just cause I'm not working doesn't mean I don't see the scedule.”
Ah.
If anything you'd love to stay, for an hour, for a day, for the rest of his trip. Ever since you and Robby had met his presence was warmth to you even if his attitude sometimes came off as anything but.
But the longer you stay with Robby the less you can be held accountable for what your thoughts conjured up.
“You drove over five hours through the night to come up here. Three hundred and sixty miles,” he stated as if reading from some charting notes.
“Because I was worried about you.”
He was a step over you, his body looming. “Stay a while. At least drink your coffee and get some rest.”
You had, a very rare, two days off ahead of you. You could drink the coffee and even get in a nap before heading home. In your mind you were already planning to go home and sleep till you were called in.
Robby's hands pushed against each other in front of his chest. “Please.”
“Okay.”
Still neither of you moved from the steps.
The birds overhead sung a song for the two of you and the trees stopped in their breeze to watch what would come next.
“You wanna see the lake?” Robby asked, moving down the stairs before you could say anything.
He led you around the cabin and there still wasn't a whisper of life. You hadn't noticed any other houses up the road you travelled nor another human. Silence and rest was good for a time but three months for a man that fell asleep either with the tv or listening to your voice didn't seem healthy.
The lake was still, only small ripples from fish bobbing seen. Across the way- and it was far- there was maybe another house or two, docks and boats. Larger houses than you could ever afford, prettier then you'd ever have the time to do up.
You were already calculating how fast one of his 'neighbours' could get to him if something should happen.
Robby crouched next to you, brushing his fingers in the water.
“You been swimming?”
“In lake water, no.”
“Why not? It's nice.”
He didn't seem convinced.
You didn't know what you were thinking. Well... you hadn't really been thinking the last several hours. You rolled your jean pants up till they were under the knee and slipped off your shoes and socks.
“Are you? What?” Robby mumbled as you slowly stepped in.
First your feet squelched in mud before it found stones and pebbles. The water was cold but not unwelcome as it stroked against your ankles.
Oddly, it focused you.
“You've had this lake here the whole time and haven't done anything about it?” you asked, facing away from him.
Robby didn't say anything.
When you turned, wondering if he was still there, you found him in the water, slowly making his way to you. His feet were already bare and he'd tried to roll up his grey sweat pants but one of the legs had fallen down and a darker grey was creeping up.
“Jesus-” his winced, tensing. “Fucking cold.”
“Baby,” you uttered under your breath.
He crossed his arms over his chest, the shirt pulling at his arms.
“You just have to get used to it,” you told him, dipping your hands in.
Robby still didn't seem convinced, standing there with his body rigid.
Maybe he hadn't been relaxing like you thought this last week.
There was a beat of anger in your heart again. It was quickly replaced by... something else. Something you couldn't put a label to. Something that told you you needed to see him smile, or hear him laugh and that you'd do nearly anything for it. You wanted to feel the planes of his shoulders relax under your touch alone.
You plunged your hands in and brought them up in a quick whoosh- successfully splashing Robby.
His head whipped around as he jumped at the cold. Water ran down his nose, dripping into his beard.
You were only supposed to give him a hard glare but you couldn't help but laugh at the sign of his anger while dripping.
“It's not funny,” he said using his best doctor voice.
You laughed again and turned away.
Suddenly there was a splash and cold water ran down your back, soaking your top. It stuck to your back and chilled your spine.
Robby stood there, hands wet and smile all too smug.
The both of you ended up chuckling, splashing each other, each trying to run away while stay close enough in the shallow water to win one over on the splashing scale.
“Robby! Stop! Stop!” you shrieked as he got sizable splashes on you.
Your feet stumbled in the rocks, your body pitching back.
At once Robby was in front of you, arm wrapping around your waist and drawing you up.
“Easy, easy.”
Your own heart was racing, you knew that much. Through the thin material of your shirt that was sticking to you from water you could feel another beating heart, it's rhythm practically matched with your own.
Robby's hair was damp, droplets of water falling between the two of you. You could see the indents of his chest as his shirt stuck to him and the other leg on his joggers had fallen.
He couldn't have cared less, not when he was looking in your eyes in the way that he was.
You couldn't help it. Really, you couldn't. Your eyes flickered down to his lips of their own accord.
“Why did you call me?” you asked again.
Robby breathed against you, his arm holding tight while his fingers curled and un-curled on your hipbone. He gulped before he spoke. “Because I missed you. Since walking away from you a week ago I... I've missed you.”
That you knew.
“I'm fucked up,” he added. “I know I have a hundred and one things I need to figure out and think about but you're all I can think about. You're in my head all day.”
“What does that mean?” You asked.
You could guess what all the late night calls and lingering touches meant, or the smiles he only gave to you. Guessing wasn’t knowing.
Knowing was as his lips met yours. They were chapped and light to the touch but his arm was strong around you, holding you in. His fingertips dug into the skin of your hips, voicing the need his lips were tentative to give.
You knew you risked slipping but you stretched up on your toes to meet him, to push your lips against his.
His arm curled around you, his other hand engulfing your face in his large palm. You kissed him back harder.
Robby’s nose bent against yours as he angled deeper, breaking apart only a fraction for a breath.
You flattened yourself against his chest, practically climbing up.
He held onto you, letting you as your arms wrapped around his shoulders.
Your tongue traced his lips and he pulled back. “Please.”
Robby pulled back your hair, hand holding your face into his. “Stay. I want to take you up to that cabin. I want to make you mine. I never want you to leave.”
His teeth grazed the lobe of your ear, biting down before soothing it.
The lake washed up to your calves as you nodded.
The walk up to the cabin was filled with grabbing and pulling hands, eager lips and hushed whimpers.
Robby slid the back doors open, slamming them shut behind him before grabbing you again.
Your hands were all over him, feeling the curve of his body as you both led the way and let his own hands dictate where you move to. His hands, cold and wet, dragged under your shirt and groped at any bits of skin he could get.
You whimpered against his lips when his hands crawled up your back.
Robby gasped into your mouth, his tongue prodding yours. “I'm obsessed with you.”
The two of you stumbled your way to the sofa. You pulled at Robby's shirt and he broke away long enough- though resigned to throw his shirt off.
He reached to kiss you but your hands met his chest and you nudged him down on the sofa. He fell back with a humph and you could see the hardening line of his cock and your mouth watered.
Robby grabbed your hip before you could get an eye full and tugged you into his lap. His tongue was in your mouth, your saliva mixed with his as you let your hands wonder down his chest to his round stomach. You wanted to feel all of it and more.
“Don't, don't,” he mumbled against your lips, the word hardly legible as he wouldn't pull away long enough.
It wasn't an order. He just didn't want you to feel the curve of his stomach.
Did he know how you drooled for him?
You dragged your nails lightly over him. “I love your body, Robby. I always wanted to see you under your clothes.”
You kissed under his jaw, holding onto the side of his face as you nuzzled into his neck, kissing and biting at the skin. There was the faint trace of sweat and wood on him and your breathed him in.
“Yeah?” his voice came out hoarse.
You nodded into him.
Robby's hands grabbed at your backside and squeezed. He brought you in closer to his cock that you struggled to feel through the layers of clothes.
But you knew it was there and you knew he was hard.
He moved you against him and moved your hair back, sucking on the skin he could find an leaving trails of saliva as he moved down the path.
“Robby,” you groaned. Your hand moved between the two of you to sink between your bodies, grasping his dick through his sweats.
He seethed. His fingers wrapped around your neck gently, forcing you back to look at him . His eyes were hooded, glued to your lips. “You want it?”
Your fingers played with the elastic of his joggers. “I want it. I've wanted it-”
“- don't say it-”
“- so long, Robby. Wanted it for so long.” Slowly your hand wrapped around him.
He was hot and your hand wrapped around the thickness of him and the length that only continued to grow as you slowly coaxed your hand up and down. There was pre-cum leaking over your hands and you used it to your leverage.
“Wanted it when we'd call every night, every time you'd come over.”
Robby's eyes fluttered close and his head tilted back on the sofa. His jaw worked at holding on the tension. “Fuck.”
You watched the flush of his face as you slowly moved your hand, jerking him slow enough to drive him insane. He drove you insane, and not just from acting like you both didn't understand what all those small things meant between each other. But driving you mad all night.
“Your cock feels so good,” you whispered.
“It's not even inside you yet.”
Robby lurched suddenly and kissed you hard enough that you could feel the indent of his teeth through his lips.
You couldn't help but work him a little faster, his breath becoming laboured.
Eventually though he forced your hand out of his pants and pushed your arms up. He threw off your shirt and before you knew it his face was smooched between your breasts.
You gasped, your hips rocking into his again as your back arched. He perused your every move. “Robby!”
His teeth grazed your breast before he pulled your bra down and freed yourself. His hand groped while he focused his attention on the other one, tugging your bra down.
Shit, his tongue was wet and hot as it made a path from one to the other and travelled back and forth.
Your hands wound around his neck, fingers running through the ends of his hair.
His beard scratched your chest as you angled yourself into his mouth. He took a nipple in, swirling his tongue.
“Sh-shit,” you gasped.
“Grind on me,” he said, still holding your breast in mouth. “Grind on me- atta girl.”
Your hips moved against him, not only dragging your throbbing pussy over his cock but the meat of his thighs. Anything for some friction and you could feel the dampening of your knickers.
Robby groaned as he gave his attention to the other breast, leaving your chest wet and you a withering mess.
“Robby I really need you,” you uttered. “Really need you now.”
He chuckled against your chest before slowly winding his way back up. “Easy, we've got all day,” he said as he reached around and un-clasped your bra.
You shook your head. “Don't wanna wait.”
He grinned.
“Been so long, Robby,” you whined. “Do you want to wait?”
It was as if he'd realised that in making you wait he'd have to make himself wait.
“No.”
In a struggle Robby managed to pop the buttons of your jeans and get his hand down your pants.
Gently, his middle finger slowly worked your clit.
“Huh-oh,” you moaned.
“I could slip in just like that,” Robby uttered. “So wet, huh?”
You nodded, your mouth hanging open as a finger of his slipped in and curled.
You grabbed onto his shoulders, fingers digging in as he pumped his finger inside of you and curled it. All the while he watched your face contort in pleasure.
“You like that?” he asked, quiet.
You hummed, lips pursing.
“Tell me, tell me.”
“Really like it, Robby.”
He kissed you again, the both of you equally as desperate to get any part of each other you could. The smack of lips and the groans and moans bounced around the room.
“Stand up, stand up,” he urged, taking his finger and making you stand.
In a daze you did, thinking this was when he stirred you toward the bedroom.
Instead he harshly pulled down you pants and panties and shoved his face into your cunt.
You squealed out a gasp as his tongue flicked your clit, hands prying apart your thighs as Robby sat on the edge of the sofa. He flattened his tongue against you and rubbed up and down. “Oh fuck- oh fuck!”
His hand left your body and returned with a harsh slap to your ass cheeks. They rippled under his palm and jolted your body into him, his nose brushing your bundle of nerves.
Robby slapped your ass again and again until you were crying out. His fingers dug into the flesh or you ass, prying it apart as he worked in tongue in deeper inside of you.
“Robby, I'm not gonna... I'm gonna-”
He moaned into you as he carried on messaging your ass cheeks apart, reaching deeper and deeper into you. He pulled back to spit on your pussy before licking and slurping and making out with it.
“Robby I'm gonna- gonna cum!”
In seconds you were releasing all over his mouth and as you expected him to pull away he went further in.
The cabin was full of sounds of sin as you came down from you high and Robby took it all in. He kissed away the mess, licking it up as his fingers rubbed around your pussy.
Your legs trembled. He kept an arm wrapped around the back of them to steady you into him, like holding his favourite meal close.
He cleaned you up good and your heart calmed down. The only thing you were left hearing in the cabin was the sound of both your laboured breaths.
“You're good at that.”
Robby pulled back, wiping away his mouth with the back of his hand. He stood slowly and you could see the heavy outline of his cock. “Just wait till you see how good I am in the sack.”
You chuckled. “Is that what the old people call it?”
He cocked his head aside and kissed his teeth. “Oh you're asking for it.”
He swatted at your ass again and forcefully turned you around. He pulled your hips in and you could feel the rub of his cock through the material of his joggers.
For a moment you thought he was going to bend you over and fuck you there.
With his hands guiding your hips and his front rubbing against your ass he lead you up the stairs, only forcing you to stop once on there to make out with you like you were teenagers sneaking in after a party.
His room was large and much more lived in with rumpled sheets and clothes thrown around. There was a pile of scrubs in the corner from how fast he'd left after work. The tv was still on but the volume turned down low.
His hands were on your neck, kissing you again.
You indulged, running your tongue along his as his hand instantly went down to your pussy.
“Get on the bed.”
You didn't listen. Instead, you slowly lowered to your knees in front of him, pulling down his sweats.
“No, no, no I wanna fuck you, honey.”
“You will,” you assured.
His hand wrapped in your hair but he didn't force you into anything. “Now, can't wait.... can't wait.”
“Let me take care of you,” you said. “Please.”
Robby couldn't say no.
Robby was a large guy and his cock showed it. It was a good length but it was the thickness that had you wet. You darted out and took the head of him in your mouth.
Any dismissal died on his lips in a groan as his head tilted back, his hands flying to the back of his neck as he brushed his hair back, basking in the feel of your mouth.
The salty taste of his precum landed on you tongue and you swirled it around the head of him, wrapping your hand around the base. You took an inch of him more and more, stirred on by his groans.
You only had half of him before you retracted and went down again, bobbing up and down and letting spit spill as you hands moved around what you didn't take.
“Stop, stop,” he panicked and pulled you off and up. He stepped out of his jogging bottoms. “I'll cum in your mouth but not tonight... not tonight.”
Robby crowded you as you shuffled onto the bed, falling into the sheets that smelled like him. He forced his tongue in your mouth as he pumped his cock, teasing himself at your entrance. “I don't have condoms.”
“I'm on the pill.”
“Okay-okay, spread your legs a little more, just like that, baby,” he coaxed.
Slowly- he guided himself in.
There was a push of pain as his cock found its home and he groaned at the feel of your walls, the sound ripped from the back of his throat.
“Oh- oh fuck!”
“Please... more,” you whined, clawing at his shoulders.
He shook his head. “I'll cum. Fuck, I'll cum.”
“I want you to.” And you did. You didn't care if it was over in seconds, you just wanted to feel him, know he was there with you as one. And know later you could spend time taking him, spend time dragging out pleasure till you cried from it.
“No you don't, no you don't,” he said, coaching himself. “You want this to last.”
He pushed in more and the pain disappeared once he'd pushed all of him in, bracing his weight on his hands at either side of you.
“Robby-” you arched your back up, wanting the weight of him on you. Wanting- needing to be engulfed by everything that was him.
Like he understood from your simple whine he let his weight dip on your chest as he pulsed inside of you. Then he was slowly moving out, the tip of his cock jutting out your entrance before he pushed in again.
Eventually there was a mix of your whines, his breathless groans and the creak of the bed as Robby created a rhythm of movement. The thrusts that had him bottoming out in you, that had your nails scratching his skin and the bed rattiling.
“Tell me you missed me,” he said, picking up his head from where he was busy kissing marks into your neck.
“I missed you.”
“Tell me you'll always need me.”
You moan as the head of his cock reaches your g-spot.
“Always. Always.”
Robby's hand caressed down you leg before he hitched it up around his waist and you pushed him in deeper with the advantage. “I'm not gonna last, wanted this so long, not gonna last. You gotta come for me, yeah?”
“Want you to- want you to-” the familiar burn of heat and pleasure in your stomach coiled tight, tighter than ever.
“I will, I will,” he growled low in his throat, hiking your leg higher, reaching you deeper. The rock of the bed grew as the smack of your bodies echoed. “We have time for more, so much more, but I need to feel you cum on my cock. Make me happy... take care of me. You wanna do that don't you? You wanna take care of me?”
The hand that wasn't holding your thigh up cupped your cheek, getting your attention.
You nodded and focused on the feel of him.
Robby nodded along and the plap of your bodies grew faster, steadier. “Come on, come on, come on...”
With a loud whine you let go, clutching at his shoulders and holding him in. Your thigh spasmed in hir grip.
Robby grunted in the line of your jaw, riding out your orgasm with a couple more hard thrusts before he pumped inside of you. “Ah... ah...” his body slumped onto yours even as he slowly moved in and out, trembling as both your orgasms spilled out onto the sheets of his bed.
Your hand fell to the back of his head, stroking him there.
His cock was softening inside of you, twitching out the last of his orgasm.
Robby kissed you slow like he had in the lake, like you were all starting again. “I... I...”
You kissed him again. The words he was trying to say had been in every tender moment between the two of you. The laughter's and invitations to each others houses and lives. Every touch he'd given you and every kiss carried the words he couldn't speak.
The sun kissed his glowing skin over you and you could see it written in his skin.
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