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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[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.

[jackabbot]

The contrast between the sweetness of the kiss and where Robby’s finger was, not to mention the hand on his dick, made Jack a little dizzy and he worked hard to keep from jerking his hips up. He did actually want to display some control, at least for now.

“You can’t convince me you aren’t,” he said breathlessly. “Don’t even try.”

[physicianheal]

"God, I want to be," says Robby, straightening back up onto his knees so that he can stroke Jack's cock as he works his finger into him, giving him plenty of time to adjust.

"I still get tested every three months, anyway.x

[jackabbot]

"I just got a full physical ... and was tested for every disease ... known to medicine ... plus getting shots for ... more things than I can count or list," Jack said, with pauses to get used to Robby's finger and his hand still stroking Jack's dick.

"If it looks like I'm growing a tail back there, you gotta let me know."

Robby had had the same experience, he was sure, when he'd gone over with MSF. Full physical, all the tests they could do, and all the immunizations they could give. No one wanted typhoid.

[physicianheal]

"So far so good," he says, swiping his thumb over the head of Jack's cock, enjoying his slick it already is.

He crooks the finger inside him, withdrawing it almost all the way before pushing it back on. "Tell me when you're ready for another."

He feels like he remembers Jack responding pretty well to that tone of voice..

[jackabbot]

Jack breathed out shakily. He'd been with other men, but it had probably been a year since he'd felt like he could risk anything like this. He always needed a little time to get used to it again, even with Robby being so careful. He wanted to be ready, though. He wanted to respond well to that voice, and to do what Robby wanted him to do.

After a few more seconds, he nodded.

"Another. Please."

[physicianheal]

It's not quite where he wants Jack, not yet -- he's dreamed about the way Jack's voice sounds when he's overwhelmed and hectic and a little desperate -- but it's a start, and the way he asks sends a pleasant little shiver down Robby's spine.

"Good boy," he says, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he lines up another finger and starts to work it into Jack's ass.

[jackabbot]

That really should not be as hot as it was, but Jack also wasn’t thinking too hard about why it was. He didn’t react this way to anyone else calling him “boy”, but they didn’t usually mean it the way Robby did.

He instinctively squirmed a little when Robby started working the second finger in, then relaxed his muscles to allow it in. It burned, but less than the first one had. The third would burn again, probably, but he’d deal with that when it was time.

“So good,” he exhaled, once the burn shifted over to fullness.

[physicianheal]

He watches something complicated flicker across Jack's face and hopes -- wishes -- for more time to explore it. For now, though, he's focused on the task in front of him, working his fingers into Jack's body, scissoring them enough that he'll feel the stretch. At the same time, he strokes Jack's cock, circling his thumb across the slick head.

"Yeah?" he says. "Keep talking to me. I want to hear it."

[jackabbot]

Robby liked hearing him talk and Jack was happy to talk, especially while Robby's fingers were stretching him open, pressing deep and then twisting until it started to feel good. He pressed back against Robby's fingers and then up against Robby's other hand on his dick, chasing the sensation from both places.

"Fuck, having your fingers in my ass and your hand on my dick is amazing," he managed to say. "Talented fucking hands, Dr. Robby. Talented fucking hands."

[physicianheal]

The way Jack rocks between his hands is incredible, and Robby finds himself just staring for a moment, enjoying the way that the muscles shift in Jack's thighs and belly as he squirms between Robby's fingers and his fist.

"You should see me suture," he says, with a breath of a laugh. "God. You're gorgeous."

[jackabbot]

“As long as you aren’t … suturing me,” Jack replied. He honestly would like to see Robby work. He knew how much talent there had been before and it was only better now, he was sure. But that was another thing that was never going to happen and they both knew that.

“Another. I can take it.”

He not only could take it, he wanted it. He wanted to be disassembled from the inside out. Robby hadn’t even tried to hit his prostate yet and Jack was already so high on this pleasure.

[physicianheal]

"Yeah?" asks Robby, and he turns his wrist, twisting the fingers inside Jack and looking for his prostate, wanting to see the way that Jack squirms when he finds it.

"Say please." He's grinning when he says it.

[jackabbot]

Robby twisted his fingers just right and Jack nearly came off the bed. Two fingers right on his prostate still made him feel like an electric shock was going up his spine.

“Please,” he said instantly, although he might have said just about anything at that moment. He just wanted more of everything.

[physicianheal]

God, he loves it. He thrusts his fingers into Jack's face, just to see him react again, and then he drags his fingers all of the way out of Jack's ass so that he can add some more lube.

Idly, he wonders what Jack would sound like begging. He's pretty sure he's too impatient to find out.

He slides two fingers back into Jack's body easily, lines up the third and, slowly, starts to press it inside him.

[jackabbot]

Jack felt like he was going to fold in half from the pleasure of those fingers on his prostate, but then they disappeared and he tried not to make a disappointed noise. They were back soon, though, and then there was a third.

"Fuck," he gasped, or tried to, anyway. It was all consonants again, and through gritted teeth as he got used to the burn and the stretch and the pleasure of it.

[physicianheal]

"I wonder," says Robby, conversationally, as he concentrates on working that third finger into Jack's ass, as he strokes his cock and finds himself utterly enthralled by the expressions fleeting across Jack's face. "How long it would take me to completely take you apart. I'd kind of like to see what that looks like, honestly."

[jackabbot]

Oh god, he wanted that. He wanted Robby to take him to the edge, to drive him out of his mind with pleasure. He wanted to feel boneless and sated and unable to determine if he had feet. The next however many months of his life were probably going to be nothing but bad things. He wanted good things.

He wasn’t sure it was possible to get any harder, but if it was, he just had. And he couldn’t even say anything right now. Everything just felt so good.