2001 AU

[jackabbot]

He’d gotten his orders two weeks ago, but he’d known they were coming down the pipe since September 11. The country was at war again and war meant casualties. Casualties meant medics and that meant deployment orders for one Sergeant Jack Abbot among countless others. He’d been given a week of preparation leave, which he was supposed to use to go visit his family and wrap things up, but there wasn’t a lot of family he wanted to visit and not much to wrap up. He didn’t even have a dog.

Instead he booked a flight to Seattle. If anyone asked, he said it was because Seattle was cold and rainy and he thought he was going to be short on cold and rain for a while, or at least rain. Afghanistan and Iraq could get really fucking cold in the winter. He knew that from the stories people told about the Gulf War. He ought to call it the first Gulf War now, he guessed.

He’d actually chosen Seattle because he’d texted Robby “just to check in” as soon as he’d gotten his orders and Robby had mentioned that he’d be at the ACEP annual assembly in Seattle this week. They’d seen each other several times after Jack’s first trip to New Orleans, but then he’d PCSed from Polk and their relationship had dwindled to text messages and emails, all of which were carefully written so that he was friendly but not too friendly, in case anyone ever saw something. Even still, if Jack was going to the other side of the planet and potentially (maybe even probably) not coming back, he wanted to see Robby again. He’d told Robby he’d be visiting Seattle at the same time and just left out the part where he made his travel arrangements after he’d talked to Robby.

He had a room at a hotel near the convention center and its hotels but not too near, and he had arranged to meet Robby in a bar that was between the convention center and Jack’s hotel. They tended to meet in bars since it was a completely public and defensible place to be, even if they didn’t always stay in the bar.

He was sitting in a booth this time instead of on a barstool, turning a beer bottle in his hands and waiting for Robby. He was late. Jack wondered if Robby would actually show or if this whole trip had been a stupid idea.

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[physicianheal]

Just under five minutes later, Robbie knocks on the door, just to let Jack know that he's there, and then he uses the keycard to let himself into the room. He shuts the door and leans back against it. It's a fairly standard hotel room. It's got a wide double bed and a bathroom and, honestly, that's all they're going to need.

"Hey," he says, smiling. "Doing okay?"

[jackabbot]

Robby didn’t even take five minutes before there was a soft knock on the door before the door clicked open and he slipped in.

“Weirdly nervous, actually,” Jack admitted, because he could admit this to Robby. It might have started off as just physical and it’d certainly never been exclusive, but they both knew there were some emotions involved here now.

“I didn’t know how tonight was gonna go. I didn’t know if you’d even show up. And you did and now I’m nervous.”

[physicianheal]

"Yeah?" asks Robby, shrugging out of his jacket and hanging it on the hook next to the door and then crossing the space between them. He feels a flutter of nerves, too, but it doesn't feel like something it would necessarily be useful to admit to Jack, right then. Instead, he steps into Jack's space, hand coming up to cradle the side of Jack's neck, thumb stroking against his skin.

"You don't have to be nervous. I'm right here and I'm going to be here as long as I can."

[jackabbot]

Jack exhaled when Robby cradled his face so incredibly gently, then leaned up and kissed him. He’d closed the curtains and used a small clip to keep them closed, both for privacy and so he could sleep better if there was light out. Now it meant he wasn’t worried at all about anyone seeing anything.

They were alone, they would be alone all night, and they could do whatever they wanted.

[physicianheal]

That soft breath out, and the soft kiss that follow it, melt something in Robby's chest. His other arm slips around Jack's waist, pulling him close, but he keeps the kisses gentle and soft. He's thought about this a lot since the last time they saw each other. He intends to make every minute of this count.

[jackabbot]

They had time. Jack was going to keep reminding himself of that. They could kiss like this for as long as they wanted to, and then when they were done with that they could do other things.

He slid his arms up and around Robby’s shoulders as they traded soft kisses. Robby never seemed to gain weight. He was always long and lean, although there was strength there as well, since he hauled patients around and popped joints back into place.

[physicianheal]

He'd been telling himself, for years, that he didn't have feelings for Jack Abbot. That that night they'd spent together in his apartment in New Orleans hasn't meant anything. Now, kissing Jack like this, he can feel that he's full of shit.

He slips one hand under the hem of Jack's shirt, pressing his palm against bare skin.

"I missed this," he murmurs. "Fuck. I missed you."

[jackabbot]

Jack drew a breath when Robby’s hand slipped onto his skin. He curled his hand against Robby’s neck and scratched through the short hairs at his hairline.

He’d felt the same way but hadn’t wanted to say anything in case it seemed too creepy or clingy. This was supposed to just be sex, after all. It just hadn’t stayed that way for him and apparently not for Robby either.

“Same. I don’t fucking care that this can’t be anything the world knows about. I want whatever I can get with you.”

[physicianheal]

"Whatever it is, we'll make it work," he says, and he means it as a promise. "What do you want first? What have you been thinking about for three years?

More then anything, he wants to make sure that Jack feels good.

[jackabbot]

He could have been embarrassed by Robby realizing Jack had thought about him for three years, but fuck it. Robby almost certainly knew Jack had made this trip specifically to see him, even if neither of them was saying so. That wasn’t something someone would do if they hadn’t thought about a person in three years.

“I feel like someone just handed me a lottery ticket and told me I had to pick which way I’d like to get my million dollars when I wasn’t even expecting to win ten.”

Which was to say, he had no idea what he wanted, other than Robby, and that wasn’t helpful.

[physicianheal]

If Jack's been thinking about it for three years then so has Robby. From where he's standing, neither of them have any NYC to be embarrassed.

"I wouldn't say I'm worth a million," says Robby, and then he twists his fingers in the hem of Jack's shirt. "Both of us fewer clothes, for a start."

[jackabbot]

“Definitely fewer clothes,” Jack agreed, and lifted his arms so Robby could strip Jack’s shirt off. He thought he looked about the same as he had. Maybe a little more definition in the abs — he’d been working on those a lot recently — but overall, he wasn’t any taller and he didn’t have any new tattoos. He was interested to see if Robby did, though. Robby had always been the tattoo guy, of the two of them.

[physicianheal]

He peels Jack's shirt over his head and discards it, making a soft, appreciate sound when he sees the shape Jack's in. "Jesus Christ," he says. "You make me want to do filthy fucking things to you."

He grins and strips off his own shirt.

[jackabbot]

“I’m good with both filthy and fucking.”

Jack took his own moment of appreciation for Robby’s lean, muscular body. No new tattoos, or at least none that he could see yet. He leaned in and kissed each of the tattoos on Robby’s biceps. They seemed appropriate for this moment. Jack wasn’t fatalistic, but he was realistic. He might die and he’d try to love his fate if he could.

[physicianheal]

"Good," says Robby, smiling when Jack's mouth brushes against one tattoo and then the other. He starts to unfasten Jack's belt. "I want to come on those abs and lick it off. Jesus Christ."

Being around Jack again after so long kind of makes him feel crazy.

[jackabbot]

Jack actually whimpered at the idea of that, which was hot enough to make him feel like his entire body was going to combust starting with his dick.

“I’m not gonna stop you.”

He worked on unfastening Robby’s belt and then undid the button of his jeans before slipping the zipper down. He wasn’t deliberately avoiding touching Robby’s dick, but he also didn’t try to touch it.

[physicianheal]

"You can make that noise as much as you like," he says, fumbling with Jack's belt. Once he gets his hand inside, he palms Jack's dick through his underwear.

"Fuck, I missed you," he says, dragging Jack in for another kiss.

[jackabbot]

Jack was happy to be dragged and equally happy to have Robby’s hand on his dick, so he did make the noise again, but not on purpose.

“Missed you too,” he managed to say before his mouth was more occupied.

He got his hand onto Robby’s dick as well, and thumbed over the head through the fabric.

[physicianheal]

He whimpers against Jack's mouth when he touches his cock like that. He's been seeing people, but it's been a while.

"God," he says, shoving his thumbs under the waistband of Jack's boxers and pushing them down, stripping him. "Tell me what you want first. Lemme hear."

[jackabbot]

Jack’s boxers and jeans were around his thighs now and his dick was hard between them. They needed to not have any clothes on five minutes ago.

“You liked to hear me talk,” he said. “I remember that. You liked it when I did what you say and you liked it when I talked.”

He pushed Robby towards the bed gently.

[physicianheal]

"I still like both of those things. For the record."

He lets himself be pushed backwards towards the bed, pushing down his own pants and underwear, pausing to fumble out of them so he's completely naked.

[jackabbot]

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Jack got out of his own clothes probably about as fast as he’d left the gas chamber in basic training. He didn’t trip over himself, but he was very naked very fast.

Once they were both naked, he wrapped his arms around Robby and pulled him in for another kiss.

[physicianheal]

Bare skin on bare skin is maddening and Robby goes into the kiss easily, hungrily. He's done pretending that this is just fucking. He wants Jack to feel exactly how much he wants him, for every minute that they have here.

"Well?" he asks, breathless, between kisses. "You gonna indulge me?"

[jackabbot]

God this felt good, and he wanted so much to do whatever he could however long he could with Robby.

“I want you to fuck me,” Jack said. “And I want to fuck you. And then sleep and then maybe do it again, or maybe put my mouth on you or have yours on me. I just want all of you, as much as I can have as long as I can have.”

[physicianheal]

He feels almost drunk, hearing Jack say it like that. He turns them, so that Jack's back is to the bed and then he shoves him gently.

"I meant every word I said about licking come off those abs," he says, nudging Jack backwards so that he can slip between his thighs, lying down to kiss him. "I don't care if it's mine or yours."