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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“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?

"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."

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.

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."

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.

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.

"You like that," Jack said, because it was pretty obvious that Robby liked the way Jack had been able to flip him.

Jack started kissing his way down Robby's spine, slowly and teasingly. Every spinous process of every vertebra got a kiss. When he got to Robby's waist, he stopped.

"You still want my mouth on you?" he said, to confirm before he went any lower. If Robby didn't want to be rimmed, Jack wouldn't do that.

"God, yes," says Robby, lifting his head and craning his neck, trying to look over his shoulder at Jack. "I want that so fucking much. Please."

He understood a little more now why Robby liked it when he asked for things. That was fucking hot and he leaned up and over to kiss Robby’s turned head.

He didn’t let the kiss go for too long before he moved again and continued his kisses down to Robby’s coccyx, then stopped again and pressed lightly on the back of Robby’s thighs to encourage him to shift them and open himself up.

“Lemme see you.”

Robby makes a soft sound at that and shifts, getting his knees underneath him and then shuffling them apart to open himself up. He leans his shoulders down, pillowing his cheek on the back of one hand.

"Like that?"

He exhaled softly when Robby got himself arranged, then trailed a fingertip down the cleft of his ass almost but not quite to where Robby actually wanted it to be.

“Fuck am I gonna remember this picture later,” he told Robby. He’d been shy about admitting that at first, but he really wasn’t anymore. And he didn’t know how often he was going to have privacy in the future, but he wanted some good memories for those times.

The brush of Jack's fingers along the cleft of his ass makes Robby squirm a little, even though he knows that Jack is teasing him. He's intensely aware of how exposed he is in this position, but he can't bring himself to care when it's Jack that's looking.

"Take your time," he says. "Look as much as you want."

He did want to look, but he also wanted to touch and taste, so after a few more seconds of just getting this image into his head, he leaned forward and kissed Robby's coccyx, then kept kissing down his cleft. Robby's dick was not quite pressed into the sheets so Jack slid a hand forward to brush his fingers over Robby's balls, then up to Robby's dick as he ran his tongue around the little furl of muscle for the first time. He'd never thought he'd like doing this, but the reaction was usually very satisfying in multiple ways.

Jack's mouth on him feels good, but then there's the combination of Jack's hand on his cock and Jack's tongue and that's enough to drag a stifled groan out of him as he presses his face into the mattress.

"Jesus. Jack."

That was a good sound and Jack’s dick was very aware of it, but he was going to ignore that, at least for now. He kept his hand on Robby’s dick, slowly stroking while he traced around and around, then pulled back and kissed up the cleft again before kissing back down.

He’d never tried putting his tongue in at all, but he thought Robby would forgive him if it wasn’t the most skilled, so he pointed his tongue a little and poked in just the slightest bit to see if Robby liked that.

Robby tries to stay still, he really does, but it's almost impossible not to squirm between Jack's hand and his mouth. When he feels Jack into his ass, he actually moans, rocking his hips back.

"Fuck."

That was a good sound, but it made Jack want to be in Robby sooner rather than later. After a few more teasing pokes and circles with his tongue, he let go of Robby's dick and then kissed back up Robby's back to his neck, which had the effect of nudging Jack's dick against Robby's ass, but not the way Robby was going to want it to be there.

The lube and condoms were within reach, so he grabbed them both as he kissed across the back of Robby's shoulders.

When Jack takes his mouth away, Robby makes a soft, disappointed sound, but then Jack's kissing along his spine and Jack's cock of hard against his ass, and he settles.

He turns his head, looking back over his shoulder, shuffling his thighs wide enough apart that he feels it in his hips a little.

"That's a pretty picture too," Jack told Robby. He'd never thought of backs as sexy, but maybe everything about Michael Robinavitch was sexy to him. That was probably the reality of it.

Jack traced one finger down Robby's spine again, then lubed it and slipped it just barely into Robby's ass. He stopped both to tease and to give Robby a chance to get used to it.

"More?"

It's nowhere near enough. Robby immediately rocks his hips back against the press of Jack's finger, trying to get it deeper inside him.

"Yeah," he says, voice ragged. "You don't have to be gentle with me. I can take it..I want it."

Robby's body emphasized his words with that hip shift, and Jack pushed his index finger all the way in, right to the third knuckle, then lubed his second finger and third fingers so they were ready to slip in. He wasn't going to until Robby said he was alright with it, but he was going to be ready for this to go fast, if Robby wanted it. Jack wanted it too, and he slipped his other hand down to his dick to give it a calming squeeze at the base.

"You tell me when you want more. I've already got three fingers lubed up, Robby," he said easily as he worked his finger in and out, then crooked it at just the right spot.

"Just go for it," says Robby, rocking his hips to fuck himself on the finger that Jack's got pushed into him. He's never minded if it hurts a little, though pain isn't particularly something he's into. He can't imagine Jack ever taking anything he doesn't want to give.

"Fuck, that's hot," Jack breathed as Robby rocked back on his hand. He put a hand on Robby's hip to still him just for a second, maybe ground him a little too, and then added a second finger, all the way to the knuckle.

He didn't start moving his hand just yet, but he did take his hand off Robby's hip so Robby could move if he wanted to.

He loves that, hearing Jack talk about him like that. When Jack presses another finger into him, quicker than he might have without consent, Robby grunts, his weight rocking forward on his elbows for a moment before his hips start to rock again.

"Fuck, that feels..."

"So fucking tight," Jack finished the sentence, even though he didn't know if that was how Robby was going to finish the sentence. He started working with Robby's movements to push his fingers as deeply as possible, stretching and scissoring them to loosen Robby up.

He crooked them at just the right angle to hit Robby's prostate. He probably knew where Robby's prostate was about as well as he knew where his own was, now.

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