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]

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."

[jackabbot]

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.

[physicianheal]

"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.

[jackabbot]

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.

[physicianheal]

"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.

[jackabbot]

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.

[physicianheal]

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.

[jackabbot]

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.

[physicianheal]

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."

[jackabbot]

"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.

[physicianheal]

"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."

[jackabbot]

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.

[physicianheal]

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.

[jackabbot]

He couldn't have moved anyway since his muscles weren't really working yet, but he was happy to do what Robby said and let him drive into Jack a couple more times before he let go. Fuck, that was hot, and Jack hissed at the bright sting of Robby's teeth. It wasn't a bad hiss, though. Definitely not a bad hiss.

"Jesus fuck," he breathed out.

[physicianheal]

He shudders through it, his hips still working, his mouth still against Jack's skin, until he's sure that he's spent. When he can, when he comes back to himself, he straightens up a little, making a soft sound when his cock slips out of Jack's body. He immediately shifts onto his knees between Jack's spread legs, kissing his way down to the mess on Jack's chest and then trailing his tongue through it.

"Fuck, you taste good."

[jackabbot]

Jack made a similar sound when Robby pulled out of him, and then another when Robby started kissing his way down Jack's body.

He'd said he wanted to lick the come off Jack's abs, but Jack hadn't really expected him to do that. He really ought to expect Robby to do whatever the fuck he said he was going to do, though. After this many years, he really should.

"You might be, fuck, the only one who thinks that," he said, because no one else had seemed interested in anything except Jack getting cleaned up as soon as possible. The expletive in the middle was for Robby trailing his tongue over the cut of his abs.

[physicianheal]

"Yeah, well, everyone else has been missing out," says Robby, taking his time as he licks and sucks at the come splashed on Jack's skin. He needs to take care of the condom, his own mess, but, for right now, he's perfectly content where he is.

"That should take the edge off, at least."

[jackabbot]

The warmth of Robby's tongue licking and cleaning Jack's stomach was making him twitch. His dick wasn't twitching -- it had decided to take a well-deserved nap -- but his skin did.

"You want to take a shower or a nap or neither?" he asked, and brushed his fingers through Robby's hair gently, so gently. This had stopped being just about sex sometime in 1998, although neither of them had put a label on it either, and they'd never been exclusive. They couldn't be. Both of them knew the score. Jack would get kicked out and Robby was a resident in Louisiana. He literally could get killed if someone thought he was a queer.

[physicianheal]

The gentle touch is lovely, and he catches Jack's hand, kissing the inside of his wrist.

"I need to deal with the condom and take a piss, and then I think I could for a drink?" he says, pressing a final kiss to Jack's abs before he shifts, sitting on the edge of the bed and removing the condom, knotting it carefully. "Beer or bourbon?"

[jackabbot]

"Dealer's choice," Jack said, and pushed himself up and towards the pillows while he watched Robby deal with the condom and enjoyed looking at the long lines of his back. There were about five more of them than he thought were really needed on a king-sized bed, but at the same time, he wasn't complaining.

"No new tattoos?" Robby liked tattoos. Jack still didn't.

[physicianheal]

"Nope. Just the ones you've seen before," says Robby, getting up off the bed and padding in the direction of the bathroom, naked as the day he was born. He drops the condom into the toilet and pees, and then he wets one of the washclothes on the counter and grabs the two glasses that are meant for water and brings them back into the bedroom. He passes Jack the washcloth and then sets the glasses down next to the bag with the alcohol they bought earlier.

"Let's do bourbon," he says, cracking open the bottle. "And then we can sleep or shower or just...lie here and talk." He grins as he pours them both a couple of fingers. "Wait to bounce back."

[jackabbot]

Jack enjoyed watching Robby walk to the bathroom and then walk back from the bathroom, and he didn't make any secret of that.

"You have a fantastic ass," he told Robby, as if Robby was unaware that he had a great ass. Maybe he was, in that case, now he wasn't.

He took the washcloth and cleaned himself up, then folded it onto one of the nightstands. He'd never really liked the feeling of lube on his ass, but he knew he would like the feeling of getting fucked without it even less.

[physicianheal]

"Uh...thanks," he says because, while it's not the first time he's been told that, he's always been genuinely shitty at accepting compliments. He comes back to the bed, carrying two glasses of bourbon and offering one to Jack before he sits down next to him.

"You're in ridiculous shape these days," he says, reaching out to touch Jack's abs with the backs of his fingers.

[jackabbot]

Jack tapped his glass of bourbon against Robby's in a little toast, then put his free hand on Robby's thigh. He wasn't trying to start anything. He just wanted to touch him.

When Robby skimmed his hand over Jack's abs, Jack chuckled. He had been working on his body recently, but not to look good naked. That was a nice side benefit, though.

"I'm gonna be wearing body armor and a full pack for up to twelve hours a day. That shit is not light and I might be running in it. I can't have soldiers bleeding out because their medic couldn't get to them in time."

He still felt a little complicated about what he was about to go do and experience, but he was going to do his best for the soldiers under his care.

[physicianheal]

"Makes sense," he says, sipping his drink. He hates the thought of Jack out there and doesn't intend to dwell on it but if it's something that Jack needs to talk about then he's definitely going to listen.

"I feel like I haven't changed much since the last time we did this."