Space Date

[jackabbot]

Space Hospital was an awful show. It wasn’t even so bad it was good. It was just bad. Despite that, Jack enjoyed watching it, mostly to make fun of it. He’d developed his own little drinking game for every time the characters did something that didn’t make any fucking sense no matter what universe it was supposedly set in or what made-up species they were treating. Robby gave Jack endless shit for watching it, but he also put up with watching it, mostly for Jack's snarky comments and the opportunity to get handsy.

The midseason cliffhanger episode was airing that night, so obviously they were spending their Friday night watching it. He’d made shakshouka for dinner because it was easy, fast, and had plenty of protein and veggies, but also wasn’t likely to give Robby heartburn if Jack made it mild. Robby had never mentioned anything, but Jack had noticed the bottle of antacids in their bathroom cabinet getting more empty and he knew he wasn’t the one chewing calcium carbonate tablets like they were Necco Wafers.

They’d finished their meal and the show and their glasses of beer were empty when Jack pushed the button to turn off the TV.

“The most unrealistic part of that entire episode was how well-stocked the supply room they fucked in was. I mean, I don’t even care that you’d have to be double-jointed to get into some of those positions, alien or not. No one has that many boxes of gloves just sitting around.”

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[physicianheal]

"We can definitely enter into negotiations about that," says Robby, his voice barely a murmur against Jack's skin. It's been a few days since Jack shaved, and he enjoys the softness of stubble against his lips. If he's allowed a preference, he prefers Jack that little bit scruffy.

He's been so careful with Jack, up until now. He'll be careful forever, if that's what it takes.

"You want to start here, or just go to bed?"

[jackabbot]

"Depends on what - ah - you have in mind. If it's something that's going to make your back pissed off at you tomorrow so that you're grumpy, bed. If not, I'm open to suggestions," Jack replied, and shifted his hand so that his fingertips were just under the collar of Robby's vintage band t-shirt. They were both old enough that very little was worth making either of their backs incredibly angry. They'd both do it for patient care, if needed, of course.

[physicianheal]

He likes the feeling of Jack's fingers under his collar like that and, when he kisses his way along Jack's jaw to his mouth, he's careful not to dislodge it.

"Honestly hadn't thought that far ahead," he says, grazing his mouth against Jack's. "Hadn't got much further than making out like teenagers."

[jackabbot]

That kiss was just fleeting enough to make Jack want more, especially after the kisses along his neck and jawline. He made a tiny, frustrated noise but didn’t chase after a kiss just yet.

“I’m good with that. Honestly, I’m good with just about anything you’d suggest. You’ve let me call the shots so far. Maybe it’s your turn.”

He trusted Robby with everything and anything and he knew Robby was worthy of that trust (even if Robby sometimes didn’t think so).

[physicianheal]

He likes the little frustrated noise that Jack makes a lot, and he likes the suggestion he makes even more; he'd be lying if he tried to deny that it went straight to his cock. He shifts, sits up a little so that he can hold Jack's jaw, keep him in place for a second while he kisses him. Im his twenties, he'd have rushed straight in, but neither of them are going men anymore and, if his refractory period is going to get in the way, he's going to make every second before it does count.

[jackabbot]

Neither of them were passive men, not personally and certainly not professionally. Robby wasn't Chief here, but he still carried himself with the confidence of one. Jack made sure no one ever considered him for that position by some of his more "novel" clinical choices, which he was always fully confident in making.

When Robby held his jaw lightly and leaned in to kiss him more fully, Jack slid his hand from the back of Robby's neck up to cup his head and put his other hand on the hem of Robby's t-shirt, playing with the edge of the fabric a little.