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Jack knew all too well how rough a shift in the E.R. could be. But since they started seeing each other, since they started sharing keys and coming “home” to the other’s place unannounced, they had a few rules: always say hello, and always stop for a hug. After that, they could faceplant into bed or try to scald the frustration off in the stream of the shower head.
So, Robby traipsing into Jack’s condo and offering only a grunt in response to Jack’s greeting before heading toward the bedroom wasn’t exactly going to cut it for Jack. He hauled ass to maneuver in front of Robby on his crutches, stopping him before he got too far down the hallway so he could ask exactly what the hell he thought he was doing.
It was something to do with Gloria, as it often was. Some administrative bullshit couched in a litany of five-dollar words to cover up the same kind of executive greed that caused the majority of his department’s problems. Robby could barely get through a sentence without gritting his teeth and exasperatedly scrubbing a hand over his face.
Jack didn’t envy Robby one bit. He enjoyed the seniority that came with his own position in the E.D., but the additional bureaucratic responsibilities that kept Robby’s blood pressure slightly too high were the stuff of Jack’s nightmares. Regardless of whether or not the hospital board always appreciated it, Robby ran everything in the department, and Jack knew it took a toll.
Jack had an idea of how to help, though.
“Please,” Robby begged. It was music to Jack’s ears. Each please was further proof of Robby’s submission to Jack’s will, as if Robby nearly-nude and squirming in Jack’s lap on the couch wasn’t enough. Robby still had his white t-shirt on, but with the bottom hem pulled over and behind his head so he was essentially just wearing the sleeves.
Jack let his hand hover around Robby’s cock, but he didn’t touch him for a few more seconds - only once he was sure he had staved off Robby’s orgasm did he wrap his slicked-up hand around Robby once more.
“We’re not in any rush,” Jack reminded him evenly. The stinging ache low in Robby’s stomach begged to differ. Jack’s eyes didn’t leave Robby’s face once, not even to eye his maddeningly stiff cock that Robby desperately thrust into Jack’s fist.
“Please let me cum,” Robby panted with a gritty edge of frustration, “I’m so close, Jack, fuck.”
“I know,” Jack nodded, working his hand up and down Robby’s shaft in time with Robby’s pathetic thrusts. “I know it feels good, but I don’t want you to cum yet.” Jack stroked Robby slower and slower until Robby finally met his eyes. “So you’re not going to cum yet.”
Robby got the message and tried to focus on his breathing while Jack continued jerking him off. Jack, of course, a) knew what Robby liked and b) was a bit of a bastard, so he gradually began to thumb at the underside of the head of Robby’s cock. He swiped his palm over the head in a polishing motion before continuing to tease Robby’s frenulum, which got Robby grunting in his lap again.
“Feel good?” Jack whispered. Robby let his eyes slip closed, let himself get lost in the feeling of Jack’s hand taking him apart.
“Yes,” Robby hissed. He gripped Jack’s shoulders, obeying the “Don’t even think about touching yourself” rule Jack had laid out earlier that had made Robby’s skin erupt into goosebumps. “Fuck, don’t stop, please.” Jack obliged him - until Robby’s breaths came quicker, until he bucked up into Jack’s fist with intent. “Oh, oh-”
Jack slid his hand up and off of Robby’s cock. Robby let Jack know how he felt with a punched-out groan that devolved into a gruff whine, his thighs tensing and squeezing Jack’s legs between his own. He repeated this a few more times, treating Robby’s cock with the utmost care and compassion until Robby liked it too much, got too close. Robby’s moans sounded more and more like sobs with each round of edging, and Jack marveled at the man on top of him who trusted him enough to fully give his body and mind up to him.
“I got you,” Jack cooed after denying Robby an orgasm once more. Robby resorted to attempting to grind his dick against the fabric of Jack’s t-shirt, but Jack intercepted him and held his hips firmly in place. “I got you, Robby. You know I’m always gonna take care of you, right?” Robby squeezed his eyes shut in frustration but nodded at Jack anyway, attempting to even out his breathing. “Just listen to my voice, baby, I got you.”
Robby leaned his forehead against Jack’s as Jack began pumping him again - slow at first, firm. Jack was only able to ignore his own erection in his shorts because Robby’s sweet, desperate moans cast a spell on him.
“Jack.”
“Robby,” Jack murmured, forearm tensing as his hand sped up around Robby’s cock.
“Please… Jack, I-”
“Please what?” Robby moaned at that - it was the furthest he had gotten in negotiations with Jack thus far. A small victory.
“Please let me cum.”
“You want to cum?”
“Yes!” Robby almost yelled. Jack raised his brows and nodded at Robby, though Robby was too far gone to even comprehend the way Jack was looking at him. Robby bucked forward into Jack’s fist again, again, again.
“Okay, baby,” Jack finally uttered, and Robby arched his back with a groan. “Cum. Cum for me, Robby.” Jack didn’t even need to finish his sentence before Robby was shooting ropes of white onto Jack’s fist and t-shirt. “There you fucking go, baby, give it to me.” Robby lost the ability to form words for a few seconds, which Jack was more than happy to compensate for with his own brand of raunchy, encouraging babble.
Robby crumpled in Jack’s lap and groaned against the junction of neck and shoulder as Jack’s hand slowly stilled on him. Jack was happy to take Robby’s weight like that - it both warmed his heart and made his neglected cock twitch under his clothes.
“Fuck,” Robby finally spoke, incapable of much else. Jack delighted in Robby’s slight incoherence after sex as if it were a report card filled with straight-As.
“I love you,” Jack murmured against Robby’s temple, Robby’s head lying heavy on Jack’s shoulder. “I love making you cum like that, Robby.”
“Yeah, when you finally get around to it,” grumbled Robby, but he nuzzled against Jack anyway. “You can make it up to me by letting me sleep on you like this for the next ten hours.” Jack rolled his eyes fondly. Any baggage Robby carried home from work seemed to have been forgotten for the moment and could wait until the morning, when Robby was better rested and less temperamental. Jack rubbed Robby’s shoulders and neck soothingly.
“How about a shower, your robe, and a fresh pillowcase, doc?”
Robby hummed in thought, then exhaled dramatically against Jack’s neck.
“Deal.”