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]

"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."

[jackabbot]

Jack let himself be pushed onto the bed and then sprawled easy and loose, sort of on the pillows. He’d pulled the bedspread off earlier, since it had smelled like dust, so they didn’t need to worry about that.

“If you keep saying that kind of shit it’s gonna be mine without you even touching anything.”

He wasn’t quite that jumpy, but he felt like he could be and he wrapped both arms around Robby to pull him in for a kiss.

[physicianheal]

"Something else I wouldn't mind seeing," he teases. The position that they're in means that, when Robby leans down to kiss Jack, his cock rubs against Jack's skin and makes him breathless.

"I want to fuck you. Can I fuck you?"

[jackabbot]

Their dicks were almost but not quite rubbing against each other to have enough friction to feel good and Jack shifted his hips to try to get more pressure or friction or contact or something.

“I’m not gonna say no to that.”

[physicianheal]

Robby kisses him, groaning against his mouth. He shifts his hips, his cock sliding alongside Jack's.

"Fuck." He rocks his hips again. "Just... Just wait."

He straightens up, grabbing the lube and opening it, spreading some on his fingers.

[jackabbot]

“Been waiting three years. I can wait three more minutes,” Jack assured him. “Maybe not three more hours, though, if you don’t mind.”

He shifted his legs open and then popped a pillow under his tailbone. He’d learned he liked that angle better in terms of hitting his prostate and it seemed to make it easier for his partner to get in there too.

[physicianheal]

He watches as Jack arranges himself and huffs a breath, his cheeks flushing.

"Jesus. Look at you." He grins and shifts between Jack's spread legs, wrapping the fingers of one hand around Jack's cock and moving the other lower to brush against his ass. "You've been practising since the last time we did this."

[jackabbot]

"Not often," he said, although he didn't think Robby was complaining about Jack's extra experience. "Hard to find someone who was safe enough in all the ways I needed him to be."

He needed someone who would not only not get him kicked out but also not give him something he'd rather not have ... which might also get him kicked out if he got something that was more common among men who fucked other men.

He drew a breath in when Robby wrapped one slick hand around his cock and then trailed the others down to his ass so lightly and teasingly.

[physicianheal]

"And I am?" he asks, stroking Jack's cock slowly, rubbing the tip of one finger against him before he starts to press, gently. He leans down, kissing Jack. He can't get enough.