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Robby’s POV
The hole in Robby’s heart was something indescribable, a pain he had been carrying with him ever since he had found out his grandmother was sick. But what was there to be done? Robby had a life to live and no time to mourn his loss.
The medical conference was held in Chicago, which was an easy stop to make between his move from New Orleans to Pittsburgh. And his attending had encouraged him to go to the conference since a lot of doctors would be there, and he could probably learn something new. But Robby currently only had half of his heart in it.
Michael “Robby” Robinavitch sat at the bar, stirring a long island iced tea absently as he thought about funeral arrangements, his grandmother had a will that he’d look over once he got to Pittsburgh, but for now he wondered if she might like to be buried or cremated, buried probably, had a traditional ceremony. He was trying to get her funeral arranged as fast as possible, and had reached out to her old temple to ask if they already had a burial plot ready. They did, and they were just waiting on him. So tomorrow, after this conference, he would go and watch her get buried. He had to admit he was doing a poor job at following many of the customs he had seen his grandmother follow after the passing of his grandfather and old friends, but this was his job, and unfortunately, he was a glutton for self punishment, and was sure he’d feel horribly guilty about this later.
He was in his second year of residency, and spent a lot of time focusing on that, and he was sure his grandmother would at least be proud that he was committing so hard to his practice. She had been so proud when he had told her he was moving to New Orleans to do his residency there. And now, he was risking a transfer, because being away from Pittsburgh… well. It felt evil.
Robby barely looked up when he heard someone sitting down at the bar a stool away from him, which started a new thought in his brain as he scratched at his beard, why did they always have open bars at these conferences? He was sure they didn’t want drunk people speaking at their events, and yet here they were. He took a small sip of the tea, biting back any sound of disgust when he tasted how abhorrently strong it was. They really were trying to get him drunk.
When he heard a small chuckle from that seat at the bar he risked a glance up, finding a handsome older man, with curly salt and pepper hair smiling back at him.
“Don’t like your drink?”
HIs voice was smooth, but with an edge that made him wonder if the man had smoked his way through the 90s.
He smiled, trying to will himself to at least pretend to enjoy a conversation, which judging by the look on the other man's face, he was pulling it off. “I don’t mind it, this is just uh… well it’s strong,” he chuckled, giving a small shrug.
The silver haired man nodded, reaching over “I can take it off your hands.”
Robby was taken back by the request. It was an odd one for sure. “And leave me without a drink?”
“Well what do you like?”
“Beer.”
The man flagged down the bartender who gave him that effortless sort of ‘everyone thinks I’m cool and sexy because I work behind a bar’ smile. He ordered a beer and the bartender nodded, fishing one out and uncapping it. He slid it to the older man, only for him to slide it over to Robby. Robby accepted it in exchange for his iced tea.
“I’m Michael,” he said finally. Feeling this was an appropriate time to introduce himself as he studied the man, noting the wedding ring on his right hand.
“Jack. Dr Jack Abbot.”
“Dr Michael Robinavitch. But most people just call me Robby.”
Jack smiled again, nodding, Robby had to say, the man was objectively attractive, the nice hair, the smile, the light stubble. Robby hadn’t been with a guy in awhile. Never a married one, and as enticing as it was to ruin his own life by sleeping with a married man, he knew there would be two other people involved, the married man and the wife or husband. So he pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind.
“Where are you coming in from,” Jack asked, turning his body to engage in the conversation.
“New Orleans. You?”
“Pittsburgh.”
“Oh no kidding,” Robby smiled softly, “I’m on my way there now. Transferring.”
“Really,” Jack seemed surprised, smiling and asking “how old are you? You don’t look old enough to be an attending.”
“I’m a senior resident. 28”
“And you're transferring. How’d you manage that?”
“A lot of paperwork, some hope and a family friend.”
Jack laughed, nodding slowly before he heard a few speakers scream to life and someone announced that the conference would be starting at five, and that everyone should find their seats.
“Are you talking today,” Jack asked as he stood.
“Uh… I think so. My old attending asked me to help him present something today, but I don’t see him anywhere, so,” Robby stood as well, holding his beer and fiddling with the bottle as he glanced around.
“Well, if you do, I can’t wait to hear what you have to say.”
“You as well Dr. Abbot,” Robby smiled and held out a hand.
Abbot took it, shaking it gently before he turned away and walked towards the chairs, Robby followed, but went a different direction, eventually finding his old Attending to sit next to.
The conference was boring, as Robby had expected, as much as he appreciated medical studies and breakthroughs, he didn’t much appreciate having to sit in a large hot room, in a suit, to listen to people talk about those studies. Maybe he would appreciate them when he was older, but for now, he was really only thinking of one thing. Jack Abbot. When the silver haired man stood to speak Robby was immediately more interested, Jack was speaking about the usefulness of tactical medical equipment in the ER. He looked like an ER man, discussing how these things, designed to save time and lives, could greatly assist in saving more people. Afterwards Robby and his attending went up to talk about the importance of equal care for all patients. They worked in a neighbourhood that wasn’t particularly well off, and saw patients from other hospitals that had been treated unfairly due to their colour, size, a few even for their sexuality. So it was a nice topic to discuss.
After that, Robby only had to sit through another hour of presentations, rubbing the glass of his beer, until finally he was set free to return to his hotel room and jerk off to the idea of sleeping with a married man.
Once he was free to leave he stood and made his way back towards the bar to dispose of his bottle and decide whether or not he needed a new pack of cigarettes, he’d head out for a smoke before he went up so he might as well check and decide now.
“Oh sir you can’t smoke in here,” the bartender said as Robby pulled out his pack.
“Oh yeah, don’t worry I’m just, seeing how many I have left,” Robby said, shooting him a small smile.
The bartender nodded and left him alone at that.
“Does your generation still smoke? I thought it was all vapes now.”
Robby looked up again, finding Jack, flipping his pack closed when he determined he only had two smokes left, and should probably walk to the nearest store, "Aren't you supposed to be discouraging me from smoking,” Robby chuckled.
“You’re a doctor, you know they're bad for you.” Jack had his hands tucked into his suit pants pockets, his tie lost now, Robby assumed it was tucked away somewhere, the top buttons of his shirt undone, leaving Robby wondering about how much skin he could expose before it would be considered inappropriate.
“And you know how bad vapes also are.”
“I do, which is why I also prefer to smoke, care to come outside?”
“So you can steal my cigarettes?”
“I have my own.”
“Mm, okay,” Robby nodded and followed Jack.
It was slightly nippy outside, biting at Robby’s cheeks and nose and making him shiver. Jack seemed slightly bothered by it too, stepping outside with him and away from the door so they didn’t bother anyone. Already pulling out a pack of his own and tugging one out with his lips to light. Robby watched, slightly enamoured by the sight before he did so with his own.
“So, you're an ER doctor?” Jack asked.
“Yes, you are as well. And a military man.”
“Was, a military man,” Jack corrected with a small smile, “not for a long time.”
“Yeah? What did your wife think of that,” Robby asked, he knew they were flirting, he had to make it clear that he wouldn’t sleep with someone married.
Jack looked up, his face slightly serious before he looked at his ring and went soft again “ah, no, husband, and he passed. A long time ago.”
“Oh, I’m sorry… I just assumed.”
“It’s okay, I appreciate it.”
Robby nodded, leaning back against the wall as he took a drag, flicking the ash off before continuing “you're an attending?”
“Mhm, night shift.”
“Really? I think I worked the night shift once like… years ago. It was wild.”
“Really, I enjoy it, the speed, the crazies," Jack looked up slightly and when he looked at Robby he smiled softly. “Plus my residents are fun, I normally pick up residents that are about your age and their funny, make the shifts bearable.”
Robby smiled and nodded “I’m pretty fun.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm,” Robby turned his body to lean against the wall with his shoulder, looking at Jack who was smiling back at him as they smoked, he seemed so calm. Robby wondered half heartedly if he might actually enjoy sleeping with Jack. Not just to try and mess up his own life, but to have fun.
“How fun are we talking man,” Jack asked, turning to properly face Robby, and taking another drag.
Robby watched before he reached out to carefully fiddle with Jack’s curls, determining what was okay before he slid his fingers around Jack’s nape and carefully pulled him forward and then tilted his head up. Jack’s eyes were a beautiful shade of Hazel with a green near his pupil that was slowly blooming outward, Robby could only smile. Moving his hand from nape to jaw to pull at Jack’s bottom lip and encourage him to open his mouth and blow out the smoke. Jack did, it curled between them, heading straight for Robby who got closer so he could inhale it, maintaining eye contact with Jack as he sucked in the smoke and blew it out in small circles.
Robby pulled back, but he only could for a moment before Jack was grabbing his hip to tug him closer.
“Cheap shot man… don’t short me,” Jack muttered, face slightly flushed as he looked between Robby’s eyes and his mouth.
Robby could feel himself blushing as well, nodding and whispering “don’t worry, I pay my dues.”
He leaned down slightly to kiss Jack, fingers dancing softly in the older man's curls and his other arm draping over Jack’s shoulder whilst his hand felt the fabric of Jack’s suit, slightly rough. Abbot’s hands were on his hips, carefully playing with the edge of the fabric, and his lips were soft, like they were asking if he could play, and Robby wanted to say yes. The kiss sent sparks to his stomach and lower body, making him wonder if he could dry hump Jack right here. He pulled back when he thought that and moved his one hand to Jack’s cheek, stroking his lips as he pulled back.
Jack looked as enthralled as Robby felt. This was going to be a glorious night.
“Which hotel are you staying at,” Robby asked softly.
“Just the one the conference organizers requested we go to.”
“Same,” Robby nodded, leaning down to steal another quick kiss.
“My room number is 732.”
“Mmm, I’ll meet you there, gotta stop at mine and freshen up.”
Jack snorted, but nodded anyway “in an hour?” Jack pulled back, his hands leaving last as they continued to feel Robby’s hips until he tucked them away in his pockets like a child sitting on them.
“An hour,” Robby promised and watched Jack nod and turn away before he also did so.
Robby walked back to the hotel. It wasn’t a long walk, only fifteen, leaving him plenty of time when he got to his hotel room to get ready. It wasn’t like he had to do much, but he wanted this to go smoothly, wanted Jack to at least like him enough to ask for a second round before they were separated. Robby got cleaned up, having a shower and doing some minor prep before he climbed out and got dried off, changing into something presentable but easy to take off. A white linen shirt (that he’d request to keep on) and his favourite pair of jeans that were loose around the hip and easy to tug down. He grabbed a pair of socks to put on as well before finding his converse and grappling with them. He checked himself in the mirror, opting to trim his beard and brush his teeth three times before he finally deemed himself ready to go.
As he walked to the elevator he felt a little self conscious, wondering what Jack would think of his body, if Jack thought he was a good kisser. Robby was buzzing with both excitement and nerves he would hide behind over excitement when he got to the seventh floor. He stepped out of the elevator and made his way down, looking at door numbers until finally he read, 732.
He shook his limbs out before knocking, hoping to kick away his anxiety, but his mind wasn’t something he often won the wrestle with. So he bit the bullet and knocked on the door. For a moment he thought he had the wrong room, but then he heard Jack call from inside.
“Come in!”
Robby reached down, testing the door handle that had seemingly been left unlocked, and twisted it. Pressing the door open and stepping inside. “Hey,” Robby said as he shut the door behind him and locked it.
“Hey sorry, I just took off my prosthetic, I didn’t really wanna get up.”
Robby takes a moment to process the information and steps into the room, looking for a missing limb and locating it. Nodding and moving on “fair, should I take my shoes off?”
Abbot smiled, nodding “well, I’m not really thinking you wanna wear those. Unless you do, I won’t judge.”
Robby smiled as well, shaking his head as he brought his knee up, balancing as he began undoing his shoelaces “no. Not really.”
“Show off,” Jack smiled. Robby laughed and looked up at him, taking the time to appreciate Jack. He had changed as well, into sweatpants and a t-shirt, but it was very warm, very inviting. His hair was tousled through and his eyes were soft. The hotel room smelled nice, like Jack’s cologne and fresh soap.
“You shower,” Robby asked as he finally got his last shoe off.
“And hook up gross? I’d never.” Jack was sprawled out on the couch, legs spread and arms on the back of the dark blue couch. The room was nice, the low lighting feeding into the tension between the two of them.
Robby stood at the front hall, leaning his head to the side to stare at Jack. Tucking his hands into his pockets. “You seem like a serious man Dr. Abbot.” Michael tried to make his voice as sexy as possible, tantalizing, innocent, begging to be fucked out of his mind for at least one night before he had to get on a flight tomorrow and bury a part of his heart with a dead relative.
Jack smiled, nodding “I can be. Do you want me to be?”
Robby lets the question sit between them for a minute “do you want to be?”
“I know what I like.”
“Okay, tell me what you like. What can I do to you?”
“What can you do to me,” Jack smiled a lax, confident smile “baby you aren’t doing anything to me.”
The name went straight to Robby’s head, making him flustered. He wrapped his hands together nervously.
“Do you like to be told what to do, doll?”
Robby laughed nervously, he could feel his face heating up further. “Are you just testing out what nickname is the best?”
“You don’t like them?”
“Well I never said that.”
“Then come here, darling?”
Robby smiled, laughing again, but this time more gentle, walking forward, his steps dampened by the warm carpet “no. Not that one.”
“But doll is fine,” Jack wondered.
“I like it.”
“And baby?”
“I like that too.”
Robby stood in front of Jack, a few steps away, his hands still in his pockets “what should I call you?”
“You got a daddy kink?” Jack said it so blatantly that Robby could only stare in shock.
“Uh… no… no sir,” he added the sir to try and dampen it. But when Jack shifted slowly on the couch. Robby knew he found a spot, a thing that made Jack feel good.
Jack knew that Robby knew, nodding slowly “I like that too, what do you like?”
“I already said either one is fine.”
Jack frowned, pressing his lips together and then sitting up properly, leaning forward and placing his elbows on his knees. “Sit.” Jack instructed.
Robby went without complaint, because he was getting exactly what he wanted. He sat down on the floor, on his knees “yes sir,” he hummed.
“Tell me what you prefer.”
“Jack-”
Jack’s face went stern and he shook his head “mm-mm. No arguing. You tell me what you like more, what makes you feel good.”
“I… don’t know.”
“That’s okay baby.”
“Mmm, try the other one.”
“Doll?”
Robby breathed in, he liked that one, it made him feel precious. He could be precious for one night. “That one.”
Jack nodded “good job for telling me.”
Jack reached out and grabbed Robby’s chin, making his head and heart flutter warmly. He nodded slowly, leaning against Jack’s hand “thank you sir.”
“For what,” Jax smiled.
“For…”
“The praise?”
“Mhm.”
“C’mere,” Jack said finally, grabbing Robby’s hand as though he was something precious and leading him up onto the couch.
Robby let himself be sat back. Propped up against pillows “your posing me”
“I’m relaxing you,” Jack retorted as he carefully shoved another pillow under the younger man’s arm.
“I feel on display,” Robby chuckled. Jack laughed as well.
“We both are…”
Jack stopped shoving pillows around. Sitting on the edge of the couch near Robby’s hips and trailing his fingers up and down Robby’s arm. It felt nice on his skin. Gentle. Simply grazing lightly. But it was too tender.
“Are you going to kiss me sir? Or do I have to beg.”
“As enticing as that sounds…” Jack leaned forward, at first he only pressed soft kisses to Robby’s cheek and temple, making him whine and try to catch his lips. But it was clear Jack wanted to savour this, and Robby could only brat so much with how nicely he was being treated.
Finally Jack gave Robby a final earnest look, like the calm before the storm, maybe a small promise to treat Michael nicely. But then they were kissing again. The rush flooded Michael’s brain, the scent of Jack, of fresh body wash and cologne, the minty taste of Jack’s mouth that made Robby remember he had forgotten to brush his teeth and thank god for his gum chewing habit. The feel of Jack’s body, a weight against his own. He wasn’t thinking about much besides Jack, how to feel good with Jack. How to feel good for Jack. Jack. Jack. Jack.
“Jack,” Robby whispered aloud when the older man bit his lower lip, the kiss growing more heating with every second, Robby’s arms around Jack’s neck, and Jack’s hands on either side of his tall body. Keeping him caged there.
Jack stood carefully, half balancing, half using their kiss and the couch as support as he climbed between Robby’s legs and rubbed his thighs. The implication went straight to his cock, and evidently to Jack’s as well. As they pulled back Robby heard a small whine in the back of his throat.
Jack smiled, laughing warmly “don’t worry doll, I’m not leaving you for long. Gotta get these clothes off don’t we?”
Robby nodded, reaching out to plan gently at the edge of Jack’s shirt, making the older man chuff and nod. Robby pulled back when it was made clear his request was understood and watched Jack reach behind his head to tug off his shirt in one smooth motion. Robby groaned when he saw Jack, staring back at him with a smug smile. Jack clearly knew he was sexy, and he wasn’t trying to hide that. Freckles anywhere the eye could see. And a salt and pepper happy trail from his belly button down below his sweats, not to mention his chest covered in a light dusting of the hair.
Robby was both enthralled and suddenly deeply self conscious. He looked nothing like Jack. He was 28, sometimes people said his prime, and he had a soft belly and chest, he wasn’t fat, or big really, just lanky with some extra meat in his torso and thigh area. But there was something about laying under Jack that made Robby feel horrified. Jack was quite literally sculpted, he had a stomach, but even that was lined with muscle and clear strength. Robby’s was just gut.
Jack sensed something was off and ran his hand up and down Robby’s outer thigh as he asked “what’s wrong?”
“Mmm, nothing, nothing,” Robby said too fast.
“Don’t lie.”
“Nothing… you’re just. Fucking hot.”
Jack nodded whispering with yet another smug grin “I know… come on,” he reached down to begin undoing Robby’s shirt. Making him panic slightly.
He reached up to grab Jack’s wrist to stop him, holding him there and staring awkwardly at him.
“Woah are you-”
“Sorry.”
“No it’s fine doll, it’s fine. Do you wanna stop?”
“No, no,” Robby said fast and let Jack’s wrist go, rubbing his thumb over his pulse apologetically “can I just keep it on?”
Jack’s eyes flickered from Robby’s eyes to his chest where his hand was resting, concern flickering over his face but he nodded and leaned down to kiss him again “course. How about we just…” Jack undid one more button and opened the shirt slightly before he trailed his nose down Robby’s neck to plant a warm kiss over his heart. Making the organ flutter in Robby’s chest. “That okay?”
Robby nodded with a small smile, “mhm,” it was clear Jack was a little unsure where to go from here, not knowing what was and wasn’t okay to take off.
Robby reached down, undoing his jeans button and unzipping them, the strain on his pants relaxing slightly. After which, Jack smiled and nodded, tugging down Robby’s pants and tossing them aside, his eyes wide as they lit up slightly, his fingers dancing in the hair on Robby’s inner thigh. Getting closer to his groin and then suddenly pulling away.
“You are gorgeous,” Jack whispered as he grabbed Robby’s calf to bend his leg, watching like Robby was showing him some neat trick.
Robby flushed hard, taking a deep breath and whispering “nah, I’m pretty mediocre."
“No, you’re fucking amazing doll,” Jack said in that correctional tone he had as he inspected Robby’s lower body, reaching down to slide his hands under Robby’s shirt and pulling it up just a little “this okay?”
Robby nodded, watching Jack carefully move aside fabric just to catch a glimpse under Robby’s shirt, at his hips, at him. Robby couldn’t help but smile to himself until Jack turned his leg slightly and reached down, trailing over a newer scar. Maybe a month old.
“What’s this?”
Robby looked down, it was hard to find an excuse when it was pretty obvious what kind of scar it was, but that was not a conversation he wanted to be having tonight. “I wood carve, a little while ago I was being an idiot and didn’t use any protection whilst I was carving and,” he made a small fart noise with his tongue whilst he referenced the scar. And though Jack seemed skeptical. He nodded.
“You should be careful.”
“I am, it was one time.”
Jack nodded and went back to admiring, taking a deep breath as he did so.
Eventually they made it onto the bed, there was a lot of admiring done on Jack’s part, but the couch was neither big enough, or comfortable enough for them to be fucking on it. So Robby climbed over the back of the couch and flopped into the bed, his arms and legs already open to accept Jack who was quick to join him as they began making out.
Jack rested his good leg between Robby’s thighs as they kissed, Jack’s sweatpants forgotten somewhere along the way and Robby’s underwear were riding dangerously low considering how hard he was getting. Moaning softly into their kisses as Jack’s knee pressed closer into him. Jack’s own underwear close to being disregarded.
“Fuck,” Robby whispered when Jack pressed his thigh against his cock, making his hips jump slightly.
“Time to get you out of these, doll?”
Robby nodded fast, sitting back to let Jack reach into the side table and grab out lube and a condom, setting it next to Robby’s hips before hooking his fingers under his underwear and suddenly tugging them down. Robby flushed bright red, squirming slightly when it became clear that Jack was set on admiring him the same way he had done to his legs not even fifteen minutes ago.
“Sir,” Robby whispered, begging to feel less exposed.
Jack looked up at him and smiled “I can’t help it, you’re perfect.”
Robby whined in the back of his throat, but his worries quickly melted away when Jack grabbed his thighs to spread open, both of them now impatient. Jack grabbed the lube to pop open as he looked at Robby.
“You prep already?”
“Only a little,” Robby admitted, face red.
Jack grinned and whispered “naughty.”
The word felt so good, and so bad at the same time. He whispered “for you.”
“That’s so sweet doll, but I love this part too,” Jack promised as he slicked up one of his fingers. Watching Robby’s face as he reached down to circle the ring of muscle, before sliding inside. Robby jumped, gasping softly.
Jack’s fingers were thick, maybe a little shorter than his own, but more than enough to satisfy him. The stretch didn’t burn, his prep from earlier making up for any idea of discomfort. Instead only feeling a beautiful, deep internal pleasure that already felt like fucking heaven, Jack’s finger carefully pressing just above his prostate, knowing where to go, just not giving it to him just yet. Robby whined softly, twisting his head to hide in one of the hotel pillows. He heard Jack laugh softly above him, he felt the pleasure before he felt the stretch of two more fingers, scissoring him open and making him moan suddenly.
“Mmm, you sound so pretty,” Jack whispered, leaning forward to kiss Robby's forehead.
“Stop it,” Robby whispered.
Jack stilled his hand, moving to pull out but Michael grabbed his wrist tight to keep him there. “Not that, just the compliments.”
Jack nodded, continuing his movements and asking “now why would you want that?” Jack’s face was slightly serious, eyebrows knitted together, and Michael didn’t pretend to know whether that was his concerned or angry face.
“Just… come here,” Robby pulled him down for a kiss again, moaning into them as Jack continued his movements.
It didn’t take long for the prep. Jack was propped in between Robby’s legs, sat back on his knees as he rolled on a condom. The room was charged, the two of them were both warm, slightly sweaty. Jack’s curls were stuck to his forehead, skin glistening under the warm dim hotel light.
Robby tugged at his shirt, he could see the fabric sticking to his skin on his chest and stomach, he wondered if he should take it off, worried he might ruin it. But the idea of taking it off felt worse than having to get it dry cleaned when he got to Pittsburgh. Jack looked down at Robby, leaning back and rubbing his inner thigh as he lined up, his head pressing against Robby’s entrance.
He sighed softly, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Gripping a pillow above his head
“You okay doll?”
“Mhm,” Robby opened his eyes again. “Yeah I’m okay.”
“Good, take a deep breath,” Robby did so, and Jack pressed his hips down, carefully pressing inside. “Breath out.”
Robby listened, feeling Jack bottom out, buried deep inside of him, resting against his prostate. He hummed softly, biting at his inner cheek “you’re talking to me like you’re a doctor.”
“I am a doctor,” Jack laughed.
Robby smiled softly and nodded, reaching up to swipe a hand through Jack’s hair, pulling him down into a kiss. Jack smiled, kissing back. Robby’s heart fluttered at the gentleness of it. His entire chest felt fuzzy and warm.
Jack hummed softly against Robby’s lips, his hands grabbing onto Robby’s hips, rough, nearly enough to bruise and the pain felt so good. He pulled his hips back, lips still connected to Robby’s as he drew out to the tip and then slammed back in. Punching a deep moan out of the younger man. He moaned into Jack’s mouth, having to pull back and press his nose against Jack’s cheek.
“That feel okay?”
Robby nodded fast “yes sir,” he whispered back, smiling when Jack immediately pulled out again, only to fuck back in. Robby moaned again, maybe doing it up a little bit.
“You don’t gotta do that,” Jack muttered, kissing Robby’s temple.
“What?”
“Perform. Just enjoy it, doll.”
Robby bit his lower lip, but nodded, rubbing his hands down Jack’s chest and stomach before he whispered “one second.”
Jack nodded and sat back, his hands still moving, rubbing up and down Robby’s thighs and hips like he wasn’t sure what to do with them. Robby noticed that, and the fact that Jack’s sweatpants had somehow managed to be folded neatly at the edge of the bed. Robby was careful not to pull away from Jack as he pulled some pillows over to prop himself up slightly until he was cradling Jack’s hips. Still laid back, but still sat up enough he could grind his hips any which way he liked, he undid two more buttons on his shirt, remembering where any old scars were and being careful not to go past his sternum and then he pulled his shirt open. Jack stared, a small smile on his face as he rubbed Robby’s knees.
“You like sitting like that,” Jack asked simply.
Robby nodded “mhm,” and rolled his hips, the two of them moaning in tandem.
Jack took a deep breath, nodding and whispering “that’s why.”
Robby smiled, nodding and fanning himself slightly. He felt so hot, what was up with that. He tried to ignore it though and instead rolled his hips again, they moaned together again and Jack took a deep breath. Jack began finding his pace, biting his lower lip as he began thrusting up into Michael. The brunette moaned softly, this time he wasn’t playing into it. Only moaning softly whenever the urge asked him to, rolling his hips in tandem and whining softly. Jack smiled softly, putting his hand on Robby’s stomach, tilting his hips forward and there it was.
Robby gasped, his head falling back as Jack hit his prostate head on, pushing all of the pleasure right up into his stomach. Deep inside of him and all warm in the right places. He hadn’t felt like that in a long time. He closed his eyes, reaching down, searching for something to grab. Jack supplied his hand, Robby nearly panicked when Jack’s thumb went underneath the fabric but a mix of the pleasure as Jack thrusted into him again and the knowledge that the scars were too high up for Jack to feel, threw his head for a loop again. No longer thinking he simply rolled his hips into Jack.
He could hear him giving him praise, calling him doll and saying sweet things, but he could also feel his hand on his wrist, and his cock inside of him. Each thrust caused a wave of pleasure throughout his entire body. His stomach twisting warmly, tight coils in his stomach.
“Jack,” he whispered softly.
“Mhm?”
Jack huffed softly, his head going to the side, Robby was barely there, he felt good, he felt coddled. He pulled back close again, forcing him to change position, but Jack never stopped, keeping up a good pace. Keeping him taken care of as they kissed again.
Jack reached between them, taking hold of Robby’s cock to pump until the coils in his stomach snapped, Robby gasped and reached down to bunch up his shirt as he came between him and Jack, his stomach coated in the warmth. Jack kissed his neck as he pressed into Robby for a final time and shot into the condom.
They laid like that for a moment, relaxing, until finally Jack pulled out and turned to sit at the edge of the bed, taking off the condom and tying it off. Robby turned to get up and Jack reached out.
“Hey, it’s fine, I’ve got it,” Jack said softly.
“Uh… it’s fine,” Robby whispered, his brain still far off. He looked around, finding his underwear to slide back on.
Jack laughed and reached into the bedside table to toss some wet wipes at him. “Here, don’t worry. Just relax would ya?”
Robby smiled softly, nodding and lifting his shirt to begin cleaning off his stomach with the wipes. Jack watched, biting his lower lip. When Robby caught his eyes he quickly finished and tugged his shirt back down, beginning to do it up.
“You know, you are really handsome,” Jack said and reached down to grab a pair of forearm crutches, going to the bathroom to presumably discard the condom before he came back, using the wet wipes to clean off his own stomach.
Robby smiled softly and nodded “I’m glad you think so.” He got up, a little wobbly on his legs and went looking for his pants.
“Leaving already,” Jack asked, standing by the bed and leaning down to grab his own underwear. Robby stopped to look over, Jack was… perfect. Faded freckles on his shoulders and arms, a beauty mark Robby hadn’t noticed before. Tight arms, torso, beautiful leg(s). He was perfect. He really was. Robby felt… conscious in his presence. He rubbed unconsciously at the tattoo on his thigh as he stared at Jack.
“Not if you don’t want me to,” Robby shrugged.
Jack nodded, smiling softly and asking “is this you asking me if you can stay?”
Robby smiled, and shrugged again.
Jack laughed, moving to sit down and tug his underwear back on, sitting back on the bed and patting it “you can. Only if you tell me about that tattoo.”
Robby smiled and nodded “okay.” He made his way back over and climbed into the bed, grabbing a thin blanket to throw over his legs and crossing his legs.
Jack looked over and smiled softly, reaching out to grab Robby’s hand and playing with his fingers “you have any other tattoos?”
“Uh yeah, a few,” Robby said with a small hum.
“How many?”
Robby thought for a moment, counting before he said “six.”
“Really?”
Robby smiled softly and nodded “one on my hip, this one,” Robby tilted his leg slightly to show him his thigh, the tattoo reached into his inner thigh so Robby tilted to show him the full thing.
Jack reached out to touch it, reading out loud “I could not stop for death.”
Robby nodded and then said “I have one on each arm and each wrist, and then my last on my hip.”
“And I missed that one,” Jack smiled, turning to reach out and grab Robby’s hip, pulling him closer. “Can I see them?”
Robby thought about it for a moment. Nodding and pushing the blanket down so he could pull the edge of his shirt up, just enough to show Jack the two stars he had on his hip. “It was my first one.”
“It’s handsome, I like it,” he said with a small smile. Reaching down to trace it, his fingers impossibly gentle. Making Robby almost uncomfortable, but it felt nice.
“I got it when I was eighteen and kind of drunk.”
Jack laughed and nodded, “show me your other ones.”
Robby nodded and sat up first unbuttoning his shirt just enough that he could slide it down past his shoulders, he turned to show Jack the very new, very fresh tattoos. Jack read the right arm first.
“Momento Mori.”
Robby turned so Jack could read the left “Amor Fati.”
Robby nodded and repeated it back “memento mori, amor fati…”
“Remember you will die, love your fate.” Jack said it with a serious tone, like it carried weight.
“Or something like that.”
“When did you get them? They look new.”
“Uh… two days ago.”
“No shit really?”
“Really,” Robby smiled softly as he pulled his shirt back up, only stopping when Jack reached out to trace a small scar a few inches underneath the tattoo. But he didn’t say anything.
He rustled his shirt back on and buttoned it back up. “Why did you get them,” Jack asked, watching Robby pull his sleeves up, almost meticulously.
Robby huffed, biting his lower lip and taking a deep breath “my grandmother died on Wednesday… I went and got these right after I got the call.”
Jack went quiet, sitting so long it made Robby nervous and he started speaking again “i’m sorry I shouldn’t have-”
Jack shook his head “It’s okay. I’m sorry that happened Michael.”
Robby shook his head slowly and adjusted his sleeve before showing Jack his wrist tattoos. Jack smiled softly and nodded, running his fingers across both, and commenting “their nice.”
“Thanks.” Robby tugged his sleeves back down and relaxed into the pillows “you got any?”
“No actually, never felt a need. I thought about it when I was your age, but never did commit.”
Robby nodded.
The two of them began talking, not about anything crazy, Robby didn’t get into his grandmother's death or where he was going, what his life had looked like and would look like going from there. But they talked and it was nice. It became clear that neither of them slept a lot when it hit two. But at some point Robby did fall asleep. And so did Jack.
When Robby woke up again, it was five, he had to be at the airport for his flight by seven-thirty. And he still hadn’t showered the sex away. He looked at a sleepy Jack and sighed through his nose. The night had been lovely, amazing even. And if Robby had it in his right mind, he would leave his number for Jack. But he was a mess, and no one deserved to deal with him right now. No one needed to carry his weight on top of their own. And especially not someone like Jack. He reached out to brush Jack’s curls back and sighed again. Shaking his head before he climbed out of bed, the act of leaving Jack weighing heavy on his chest as he located his pants to slide on. As well as a small pad of paper. He did up his pants with one hand as he wrote the note.
‘Thank you for last night, it was amazing. I had an early flight to catch.'
He considered the last phrase for a moment, but he wrote it anyway.
‘I hope you get everything you deserve in life Jack, you're an amazing man.’