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]

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."

[jackabbot]

That was fucking hot and fucking dirty, and Jack understood now why Robby had reacted that way to him doing something similar all those years ago. He watched Robby stroke himself for a few more seconds, just to see Robby’s face and his hand and the way his arm moved.

“On your knees, I think,” he decided. “And I think … I wanna rim you, if you don’t mind.”

He didn’t think Robby would, but it was something he wanted to be sure about.

[physicianheal]

He feels a flood of blood in his face when Jack suggests it, and he nods because, God, yes, he wants that.

"Sounds good to me," says Robby, slipping to the side so he's sitting back on his heels, rather than straddling Jack, his cock still in his hand. "I'm all yours."

[jackabbot]

He'd only rimmed one or two people, but he was pretty sure he could make it good for Robby, and at least from the blush, Robby thought so too.

He sat up and leaned over to kiss Robby, just to start with, and slid his hand down to cover Robby's on Robby's dick. He wasn't planning to jerk Robby, but he'd tease a little, maybe. Why not, right? They had time. They had so much time.

[physicianheal]

Robby makes a soft sound against Jack's mouth, hips canting forward when Jack's fingers close over his. He leans forward on his knees, chasing after a deeper kiss.

[jackabbot]

Jack gave Robby what he wanted in that kiss so that it was hotter than the furnace that Robby was, all the while keeping his hand over Robby's on Robby's dick. He didn't move his own hand, but if Robby moved his, Jack moved with him.

After a little bit of that, he let go of Robby then pushed him down onto his back so he could lean over him and kiss him again. He was keeping his hands in safe places for now, just to tease, even though both of their dicks would definitely have appreciated a little bit of something.

[physicianheal]

Robby goes onto his back easily, taking his hand off his cock to throw one arm around Jack's shoulders as they kiss. He wants, desperately, for Jack to touch him, but that desperation feels good, too.

"Thought you wanted me on my knees," he says, between kisses.

[jackabbot]

“You in a hurry?”

Jack wasn’t. He’d get Robby on his knees and make it good for him, but teasing his partners was, apparently, one of his kinks. Talking was one of Robby’s, so he pulled back from their kisses and looked down at Robby, sprawled and flushed on the pillows. His lips were a little red and puffy from all the kissing and Jack wasn’t sure exactly what the word ‘debauched’ meant, but this was probably it.

“You need me to fuck you into the mattress sooner rather than later?

[physicianheal]

"Need is a strong word," says Robby, tilting his head as he looks up at Jack, head tilted on one side. He lifts one arm and drapes it over his head, because he knows that Jack likes the way that looks. "You can say you wanted to do anything, Jack and I'd fucking let you."

[jackabbot]

God, he enjoyed just looking at this man, and Robby knew it too, with that casual drape of his arm over his head. But that was fair, because he knew Robby liked looking at him too. He looked for a few more seconds, then leaned down and kissed Robby again. He ran a hand down Robby's long, lean side to his hip and left it there, so close to Robby's ass or his dick but not touching them at all.

[physicianheal]

Robby knows exactly what Jack's doing, and that doesn't make it any better. He makes a soft, impatient sound.

"Maybe I'm the one who needs tying up," he says, rolling his eyes, mostly teasing. "If you're going to keep making me fuckin' wait."

[jackabbot]

Jack raised one eyebrow, then put one hand on Robby’s shoulder and the other on the opposite hip, then flipped him neatly to his stomach. Just because he didn’t manhandle Robby didn’t mean he couldn’t, and that comment definitely asked for a little manhandling.

“Better?” he asked easily, and leaned down to kiss the nape of Robby’s neck.

[physicianheal]

Robby's a big guy -- he's tall, he's broad through the shoulders and chest -- and nobody's ever really manhandled him before. Jack flips him like it's nothing and suddenly he's on his belly on the bed, his cock pressed against the sheets. Jack kisses the nape of his neck and Robby presses his face into the mattress.

"Definitely a start," he says.