jackabbot | 2001 AU

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robby

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.

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"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."

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.

Finally, he has three fingers pressed as deep into Jack's ass as he can get them. He gives him a moment to adjust, stroking his cock in long, slow strokes.

"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?"

The sting and burn had faded into pure pleasure and Jack was just starting to feel like he could handle this without coming all over himself when Robby started to move his fingers, stretching them and twisting them so deep even while he was still stroking Jack’s dick almost casually.

“So much,” he said through gritted teeth. “I need it. Please.”

There it is again; Robby is more and more sure that he wants to see if he can get Jack to properly beg before he has to get on a plane home. The fact that he has time to try is dizzying.

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."

Jack nearly whined when Robby feathered his fingers over his prostate and then pulled them right out instead of giving him more contact. He heard the lube bottle open and looked down at Robby, who was slicking himself, and that was hot too, especially the way Robby’s head fell back at his own touch.

“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?”

"Shit." He actually had forgotten, so caught up in the moment, in how much he wanted everything all at once. He feels slightly drunk on it all. "You're right. That is not a conversation we've had."

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."

He’d never had sex with anyone unprotected at any point. He didn’t want any of the consequences of that. Part of him wondered what it would feel like, but not enough to make him take that risk. He appreciated that Robby immediately wrapped it up, though he did wonder if that meant Robby didn’t always do that and who got that with him. It wasn’t a conversation they were likely to have at any point anyway, so it didn’t matter.

“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.

He watches Jack shift his hips and knees, opening himself up a little more. He leans between Jack's spread legs, one hand wrapped around his cock to guide himself into position. "What? I don't get to hear about how much you want it?"

Robby had a kink and Jack was pretty sure he knew that about himself. If he didn't, Jack wasn't going to tell him. Fortunately for them both, Jack was willing to play along with that particular kink. Some kinks he wanted nothing to do with but not this one.

"Want what?" he asked innocently, or as innocently as possible when Robby had his dick nudging against Jack's ass.

Pressed against him, cock in hand, Robby laughs. He teases the head of his cock against Jack's ass, pushing just enough to start sliding inside.

"Tell me this much you want to get fucked," he says, and he's looking Jack right in the eye when he says it.

He pulled in a breath when Robby started pushing through the ring of muscle. Even that little bit stretched and then faded into fullness, but there wasn't enough of it. He needed more and he shifted his hips a little to encourage Robby to slide deeper.

"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.

It's been years, but he hasn't forgotten how beautifully responsive Jack is at moments like this. The little squirm of Jack's hips, coupled with the words coming out of his mouth is a fucking heady thing.

"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."

Jack groaned into the kiss as Robby’s dick pushed deeper with the best stretch in the world. He had a moment of wondering what it would feel like with nothing between them, but then that thought floated away on a wave of pleasure.

“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.

"We've got time," says Robby, his bent arms framing Jack's head on the pillow as he bottoms out inside him and gives them both a moment to adjust. They're going to be fucking and sleeping in the same bed for two months. It's nothing but, based on what they've managed before, it feels fucking luxurious.

"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.

Jack shifted his hips and his knees a little to open himself up more, to let Robby go as deep as possible and then a little deeper. They both took a moment to breathe, then Robby started moving and fuck it was already so good.

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.

"Definitely," says Robby, laughing a little as he finds his rhythm, hard and deep, just like Jack asked for. "God, I've spent hours fantasising about all the things I'd want to do to you, if I got the fuckin' chance."

There's been other people, but he always comes back to thinking about Jack.

That pounding was exactly what he wanted and he moaned into Robby's shoulder because it was just so fucking good. He hadn't expected to hear that Robby had thought about him in the last few years, but he'd thought about Robby, so why not.

"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.

That makes Robby laugh, a warm sound pressed into the crook of Jack's neck as he fucks him hard enough to shift him against the mattress with every thrust.

"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.

The bed was starting to make squeaky sounds and Jack was going to hope that the soundproofing in this hotel was good, but if it wasn't, well, it wouldn't be the first time someone had heard something through the walls of a hotel and it wouldn't be the last. As long as Jack kept his voice down, no one would know that it was two dudes in here making the bed squeak.

"Mostly this. Oh, fuck, this," Jack gasped out when Robby hit just the right spot.

He likes that noise, so he keeps up the angle of his hips and the pace that he's moving at. They'll have time to go slower later but, for now, he feels like he's racing them towards a finish line.

"You feel so fucking good," he groans softly. "You're so fucking tight."

"So fucking good," he echoed. "So fucking full, god, Robby. I'm sorry. It's gonna be fast."

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.

"That's okay," says Robby, kissing every bit of skin he can get his mouth to. "That's okay. Go on. Go on." He shifts, pushing himself up on his hands a little higher so that he can get a bit more leverage, so he can fuck Jack a little harder. "I'm right behind you."

Jack had his hand on his dick so fast it was possible his hand had blurred in the air, or maybe it just felt like that, and he jerked up into his own hand as he grabbed hold of himself. He didn't have enough lube, really, but he didn't need it. He just needed that little bit of extra touch and once he had it, he was gone, with all his muscles clenching and his nails digging into Robby's back unintentionally as he shot all over his own stomach and chest.

The fact that Jack barely has a chance to touch his own cock before he all but explodes is intensely, incredibly hot, as Robby makes a soft, strangled noise when he realises that that's exactly what's just happened.

"Stay there," he murmurs, his hips snapping, his face buried in the sweaty crook of Jack's neck. "Stay right there."

It doesn't take more than a couple of thrusts before he's coming himself, teeth nipping at the skin over Jack's shoulder.

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