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]

"Mmmm," says Robby, who definitely hasn't spent time thinking about how close they grew up, in the grand scheme of things. He takes another swallow of bourbon. "I'm just saying. It's workable. If you wanted to... y'know. Make it work."

[jackabbot]

He'd had all the rules of OPSEC almost literally pounded into his brain and he wasn't going to be drawing any maps. But at the same time, they were specifically allowed to tell some details to those who knew how to keep their mouths shut. Even the Army acknowledged that families needed to know that shit. Robby wasn't his family, but he knew how to keep his mouth shut.

"My tour's supposed to be about a year," he said after another sip of bourbon, partially because he wanted to enjoy the bourbon and partially because booze made this discussion easier. "Fucking joke to call it a 'tour' like I'm gonna be seeing pyramids and shit."

[physicianheal]

He doesn't like thinking about it but it's also something that he wants to know. He nods, sipping his drink.

"So you'll be back around the time I'm starting an attending position," he says. He is not even willing to consider a future when Jack doesn't come home.

[jackabbot]

"Sounds about right," Jack agreed. "R&R leave's usually about halfway through, they say, but you know, who the fuck knows if, when, or how that'll happen. The only certainty is uncertainty, right?"

He toasted with his own glass, mostly sarcastically. The first deployments were already in progress, so he was going to see what happened with them before he made any plans for his own R&R.

[physicianheal]

"Okay, well," says Robby, shifting so that he can press his mouth against Jack's shoulder. "We've got two nights here. Guess we'd better make them count and then cross those bridges when we get to them?"

[jackabbot]

“Oh, you think you can go again?” Jack immediately challenged, but he also drained his glass and put it to the side. He wasn’t going to say anything or promise anything. They both knew he might not come back, or might not come back uninjured, but he couldn’t live like that. He couldn’t focus on that and also focus on doing his fucking job when he was over there.

The first time, they’d had two hours. In New Orleans, the longest they’d ever had was a night, but mostly it’d been a few hours. Two nights was so much time that he almost didn’t know what to do with that kind of opportunity.

[physicianheal]

"Depends. What're we thinking?" he asks, draining his own glass and setting it on his side table. He shifts, up onto his knees and then swinging one leg across Jack's hips so that he's straddling him. He takes one of Jack's wrists, then the other, loosely pinning them up over his head. "What're you in the mood for?"

[jackabbot]

Suddenly Robby was on top of him and then he'd grabbed both of Jack's wrists and pinned them, and oh yeah, his dick was definitely already a little interested in wherever this was going.

"Seems like you have a plan already," he pointed out, although he wasn't actually sure Robby did, other than "be close to Jack".

[physicianheal]

"Not really," he says, shaking his head. The position he's put them in means that he's leaned down over Jack, and it's easy to learn a little lower and take a kiss. He keeps his loose hold on Jack's wrists as he idly rolls his hips down against Jack's. He's not hard yet, and Jack isn't either, but blood's definitely starting to flow south.

[jackabbot]

"You just wanted to see what I look like with my arms above my head?" Jack asked with a smirk, but he also tilted his chin up so that he could meet Robby in a kiss.

They were both more relaxed, literally, but he was curious to see if this was going to go anywhere. He could honestly be talked into sleeping, showering, or another round. They had time. They had so much time.

[physicianheal]

"Something like that," says Robby, and that fucking smirk just makes him want Jack more. He takes another kiss, holding Jack's jaw with his free hand. "Maybe I just like the idea of having you at my mercy."

[jackabbot]

He kept himself perfectly still under Robby's hands and hips, just to see how Robby would react to absolutely no physical feedback.

"And what would you do if I was?"

He didn't know where this was going, but he trusted Robby. If Robby wanted to get a little kinky, Jack was willing to play with that, up to a certain point. He had his own boundaries, but Robby wasn't likely to try any shit that required negotiation without that negotiation in place.

[physicianheal]

Jack holds himself still, and Robby knows the effort that that has to be taking. He rolls his hips again, kissing the side of Jack's neck.

"Take you apart," he says. "See how much you could take before you were begging me to let you come."

Jack has to have done interrogation training, so maybe Robby would have been on a hiding to nothing there.

[jackabbot]

Jack closed his eyes and exhaled, but still didn't move, even though it was getting more difficult. He was at least half hard now and he wanted to push up into the friction when Robby rolled his hips down.

"You didn't already do that?" He definitely remembered asking Robby to fuck him just a few minutes ago, and he hadn't been particularly calm when he did. He hadn't begged, though.

[physicianheal]

"You were still pretty coherent, from what I remember," he says, loving the flicker of Jack's expression, the shaky exhale of his breath. He could feel Jack getting harder, pressed against him. "I think I can do better." He sucks lightly on Jack's skin, making sure that it's not enough to leave a mark.

[jackabbot]

Robby had accepted every restriction Jack's life had placed on him, from little things like avoiding marks and beard burn to big things like never admitting to anyone, even his close friends, that he and Jack had ever been anything more than buddies who sometimes liked to meet up for a beer and shoot the shit about their respective lives in health care. Sometimes Jack thought Robby should want more from his life, but he also wasn't going to turn it down as long as Robby was willing to deal with it.

"Overachiever," he teased. Robby was almost hard against him like he was almost hard against Robby.

[physicianheal]

"Sometimes," admits Robby, rolling his hips again,.teasing them both with the friction. It hasn't escaped him that Jack hasn't even tried to break his hold on his wrists.

"Would you let me tie you up?" he asks, not even entirely sure that he wants to, but curious, all the same. "Or a blindfold, maybe."

[jackabbot]

He thought about that for a moment, looking up at Robby and with those big brown eyes looking down at him, so soft and curious but also focused. He hadn’t ever done any of that shit with anyone, and he wasn’t sure how that felt in his mind and body. The blindfold might actually be fun, though, to not know where the next touch would come or what it would be. That could be pretty hot.

“I’ve never done either of those things. Guess I’ve been pretty vanilla, if that’s the right word for that,” he replied. “But … I could do a blindfold. Not sure about tying up. I don’t think I’d like not being able to touch you.”

He hadn’t pulled his wrists away from Robby’s, but they were still teasing. If they really got into it, he’d want to be able to touch Robby.

[physicianheal]

Robby makes a soft sound at that, an affirmative hum, stroking his thumb against the skin on the inside of one of Jack's wrists before he sits up, leaving Jack's arms up over his head.

"I'd like that," he says. "The blindfold, I think."

[jackabbot]

Jack moved his arms from above his head to behind his head on the pillow, mostly because he could and because his hands had been starting to go to sleep. He had no idea what Robby was going to use for a blindfold since this hotel was definitely not fancy enough for bathrobes in the closet, but he’d rely on Robby to figure that out if he wanted to do it.

“Alright. Well try that. See how it goes. And if either one of us hates it, we’ll stop, same as anything else.”

Both of them had the ability and the responsibility to communicate all of that shit as often as needed.

[physicianheal]

"Same as anything else," echoes Robby, still sitting astride Jack, enjoying the view -- what that position does to the muscles in his arms and chest, the press of his hard cock.

"Still leaves us with the question of round two tonight," he says, curling the fingers of one hand around his own cock and stroking slowly.

[jackabbot]

Jack looked down Robby’s long body to his fingers on his own dick. They were both completely hard, but neither of them was doing anything about it and the anticipation was so good. They weren’t even touching each other, other than their hips pressing against each other.

“You wanna get fucked?”

That seemed like a pretty simple solution to the question of Round Two. Jack was sure he’d be better at it now than he had been when they’d done this last. He felt like he was getting pretty good at it by the time he PCS’ed and they had to stop watching Saints games together, but he thought he was even better now.

[physicianheal]

"Fuck yes," says Robby, nodding, riding at a wave of arousal at the thought of it. "Any way you want to fuck me."

They'd tried a lot of different things, back when they were watching all those Saints games. He's more than happy to let Jack choose.

[jackabbot]

He could think of a few ways he could fuck Robby, and he was sure they’d both enjoy it. Robby had always been willing to experiment and play with Jack, even when Jack hadn’t known what the hell he was doing. Robby had maybe even thought it was hot to explore that shit with Jack. Jack wasn’t sure.

“How comfortable are the chairs at that conference? Wouldn’t want you to need to sit on a foam donut or anything.”

The question was challenging, but the sentiment was real. He didn’t want Robby to be unable to sit down tomorrow or for him to not want to do anything tomorrow night.

[physicianheal]

"I'm virtually certain I can make do." Very deliberately, he takes his hand away from his cock and spits into his own palm before he goes back to stroking himself, slow and teasing. The lube was almost within reach, but he thinks Jack might appreciate how filthy it feels. "I'm waiting to hear suggestions."