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2001 AU
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.
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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“Please,” he said instantly, although he might have said just about anything at that moment. He just wanted more of everything.
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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"How badly do you want to get fucked right now?" he asks, starting to move his fingers again. "How badly do you wish those fingers were my cock?"
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“So much,” he said through gritted teeth. “I need it. Please.”
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He crooks his fingers, teasing over Jack's prostate before he draws them out of him and reaches for the lube.
"Tell me how much you want it," he says, as he squeezes lube onto his fingers and slicks his cock, his head falling back. "Keep telling me."
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“No condom?” he asked, in case Robby was so eager or sex-stupid he’d forgotten about it.
“And do … you want me to move? Different position or … something?”
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He shakes his head at himself, reaching for a condom and opening it, rolling it down over his cock.
"At some point in the next two days, I want to bend you over and rail you," he says, grinning and, this time, when he slicks his cock, at least there's a layer of latex to take the edge off. "But, this time, I want to be able to kiss you. If that's alright with you."
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“I am good with kissing and railing.” He shifted his hips and knees a little to hopefully make it easier for Robby to line up.
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"Want what?" he asked innocently, or as innocently as possible when Robby had his dick nudging against Jack's ass.
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"Tell me this much you want to get fucked," he says, and he's looking Jack right in the eye when he says it.
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"I want it hard. I want to feel it every time I sit tomorrow, while you're at your fancy doctor conference and I'm wandering around being a tourist," he told Robby, and he made sure he maintained eye contact.
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"Fuck," he breathes and then he leans down to kiss Jack, rocking his hips to press his cock deeper. "I meant it. I want to take you apart. I want to see what you look like when you can't think about anything except how good it feels."
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“Long as … you put me back together …” he agreed. “Gotta… take you apart … too.”
Robby wasn’t the only one who wanted to watch a face and body go slack with pleasure.
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"Gotta see if we can break our own record," he says, kissing down the side of Jack's neck as he starts to move, starts to fuck him in earnest.
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He wrapped his arms around Robby, holding him but not limiting his movement.
"Doctors ... always overachievers," he teased Robby, because he was probably never going to stop teasing him about being a fancy doctor while Jack was just a medic. It wasn't like Jack was ever going to be a fancy doctor, after all.
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There's been other people, but he always comes back to thinking about Jack.
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"I definitely went through a lanky dudes with beards phase," he admitted. "The real deal's the best, though."
Robby just seemed to get Jack and Jack thought he got Robby. Yeah, the sex was hot enough to burn a house down, but they liked each other as people too.
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"What did you think about?" he asks between kisses. "When you thought about me?"
The thought of Jack thinking about him makes his cock twitch. He loves it.
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"Mostly this. Oh, fuck, this," Jack gasped out when Robby hit just the right spot.
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"You feel so fucking good," he groans softly. "You're so fucking tight."
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He wasn't quite at the edge, but he was close, and he wanted to put a hand down and grab his own dick for a little extra stimulation. His hand even twitched downwards, but he didn't want to go too fast while Robby still needed something. He could hold off.
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