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Robby looked up at the towering ship docked in cloudy, muggy Port Canaveral. He adjusted the backpack that he wore slung over one shoulder and pushed his sunglasses up his nose with a sigh. Queen of the Winds read the enormous cursive lettering on the side of the ship.
“Whatever the fuck that means,” Robby muttered under his breath.
“Bon voyage, cowboy,” Jack announced as he came up behind him. He clapped a hand on Robby’s shoulder then nudged his way past him onto the bridge leading to the ship’s entrance.
“I’m pretty sure you’re only supposed to say that if you’re not also getting on the boat.” Jack snorted at that.
“Well, unfortunately for everyone, here I am,” he turned and shrugged at Robby halfway up the bridge.
The hospital booked them two tickets on a 7-night Caribbean cruise-slash-medical-conference as part of their efforts to support their physicians’ continued education requirements. Jack and Robby, of course, had put their final credits off until the very end of their respective biennial renewal periods much to Gloria’s chagrin. “Disappointed but not surprised,” she had said right before she recommended the cruise as a “brilliant and refreshing educational opportunity.” “Oh, I get it,” Jack had remarked, “You want to ship Pittsburgh’s finest off to sea for a week or else they don’t get to play doctor anymore.” All Robby could do was pinch the bridge of his nose. Jack was taking after him too much in the mouthing-off-to-Gloria department, only he wasn’t nearly as good at it. “That’s exactly right, Dr. Abbot,” Gloria had affirmed.
So they went on the damn cruise.
They did not, however, utilize the two separate bedrooms the hospital’s administration staff booked for them. By nature, Jack’s accessible bedroom along the exterior of the ship was bigger and better than Robby’s interior stateroom, so they found themselves unpacking their carried-on belongings on the king bed in there. Well, they made it as far as unzipping their backpacks, then Jack occupied the bathroom and Robby went to check out the view from the room’s private balcony.
“Robby, can you bring me a new compression sock?” Jack called from the bathroom with the door cracked. “This weather’s complete garbage. I’ve only had this one on for, like, four hours and it’s soaked. I don’t know how people live like this.”
“Mm. You used to live like this,” Robby reminded him, waltzing back inside the cabin. “We used to live like this.” When they met during their respective tenures as med students at Tulane, Jack was proudly sporting a sweat-soaked Ohio State t-shirt and a backwards Cleveland Indians cap at a house party thrown by a mutual friend, sweat also sheening on what Robby could see of his forehead. For a few hours that night, Jack made the sweltering humidity of the South seem enjoyable rather than oppressive.
“Thank you for the trip down memory lane,” Jack snarked. “Turns out: it gets less and less fun the more limbs you lose.” Robby snorted and shook his head, then began rifling through Jack’s large, desert camo-print backpack. He removed Jack’s shaving kit, then the first of god knows how many medical kits containing fancy gadgetry and bandage types that no one but Jack had ever heard of before. Robby thought he recognized the first one as Jack’s portable ultrasound kit. An entire ship full of emergency medicine physicians and nurses and Jack - for some reason - felt the need to be the most prepared of them all.
“What’s in this one? I don’t think I’ve seen this bag before,” Robby remarked, pulling out a sturdy, black, rectangular bag not much bigger than Jack’s shaving kit. Like some of Jack’s bags, it had both of its zippers held hostage in a built-in combination lock along the side, but this one was distinctly missing the dorky “PROPERTY OF JACK M. ABBOT, M.D.” label that adorned all of his medical equipment.
“I dunno,” Jack grumbled, “You know my combo.”
Robby did know Jack’s combo for these types of locks: 141, the exact day of the year in which Jack was officially discharged from the military. Robby smoothly entered the combination, unzipped the bag, and set it on the bed before peeling the lid of it back to reveal its contents.
“Oh!” Silence. Robby wasn’t even sure Jack was breathing in the bathroom anymore.
“Oh? What do you mean, oh?”
“That’s- mhm. Yeah, I… I just didn’t know you… Owned…”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“That bag.”
“Mhm,” Robby nodded, brows raised and his hands on his hips. The bag only contained a few items, but they were enough to make Robby’s cheeks turn a bright red. Robby recognized the bottle of lube from the few times they had had sex at Jack’s condo, but the deep blue string of rubber beads and the small wand with the clear, hollow, silicon sleeve attached perpendicularly to the head were…new.
“I thought I packed that in the suitcase.”
“They actually let you bring this stuff on?” Robby blurted awkwardly like some sort of blushing virgin. What else was there to say?
“It’s not a bomb, Michael.” Robby scoffed and shook his head. “I mean, I guess the stuff in there might make you explode, but-”
“Okay, okay,” Robby cut him off with a chuckle. He closed and zipped the bag up again after a few more moments of distracted gazing. “Compression sock.”
“Yes, please.”
Their checked luggage arrived at their room about two hours later, after they had had a lengthy argument about the best remedy for sea sickness and settled atop the bed for a couple episodes of a cheesy home improvement show on TV. They could have explored the ship a little, but they decided not to emerge from their shared quarters until it was time to be reasonably late to the cocktail mixer on the top deck.
Neither of them had ever figured out how to feel fully comfortable at things like this, but after one whiskey sour apiece, they remembered how much fun they were capable of having when neither one of them really wanted to be somewhere. So they each got another drink, grabbed a plate full of hors d'oeuvres, and set off to rub elbows for a while. Fortunately, Jack had a sixth sense for identifying other veterans, so they ended up standing at a pub height table with a pediatric emergency physician and her wife.
“I don’t think I’ve seen her go anywhere without a pocket knife on her,” the taller woman teased, nudging her wife, the short, straight-faced physician with her black hair slicked back into a low bun. “Even on our wedding day, she had it stashed in the inner pocket of her tux.”
“Oh, him too,” Robby nodded at Jack in amusement. “Not- we’re not married, but I’ve never seen him without it.” Jack raised an eyebrow at Robby and sipped on his second drink. “Jack’s big on gadgets.”
“Gadgets, huh?” the physician asked.
“Tourniquets, emergency cric kits, a couple 10-blades here and there,” Jack shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s really nothing fancy. I mean, you know how it is.” He motioned to the doctor, nearly sloshing his whiskey over the rim of his glass. “You gotta be prepared to get thrown into the shit at any time.”
“Portable ultrasound, bluetooth ECG, and if you ever hear of a bougie shortage, I promise they’re all in Dr. Abbot’s backpack,” Robby went on. Jack eyed him as the women chuckled, gaze unwavering even as Robby made eye contact. “You just love your toys, don’t you?” Jack clenched his jaw and bit the inside of his cheek.
“Yes, dear,” Jack affirmed, saccharine in a way that let Robby know he was in for it later. He remembered there were other people at the table and cleared his throat. “Not as much as this guy loves bragging about our door-to-balloon time, though.”
They played like that for a while - volleying the conversation back to the other every so often as they mingled with a few other physicians and nurses. Most were complete strangers, but there was one enthusiastic chief attending from Scottsdale who knew a lot about the few studies Robby had published with Dr. Adamson nearly a decade ago. Jack straightened up with pride and fixed his gaze on a blushing Robby, then swooped in to ask the other doctor questions about his own research when he could tell it was all getting too much for Robby.
Robby grabbed Jack’s hand on the way back down to their room, buzz still present but slowly waning. Jack led a slightly-directionally-challenged Robby down all the right hallways, and Robby smiled contently along the way.
“I don’t know how you survive anywhere but the emergency room,” Jack muttered, amused, as Robby tried to keep walking past their final turn to get to their room. Robby opened the door with his keycard once they got close enough, and they both beelined to the end of the bed to take off their shoes - Jack’s prosthetic included. “Okay, go ahead.” Robby sat up straight after untying and toeing off his leather sneakers (the second nicest shoes he owned).
“Go ahead what?”
“I know there’s something you want to ask me,” Jack pressed. He braced himself with one hand behind him on the bed and twisted at the waist to better face Robby.
“Howwwww are you so handsome?” Robby rushed out, squinting, voice pitched up at the end of the question.
“I know you want to ask me about what you found earlier.” Robby tilted his head and batted his eyelashes at Jack. That was his “You caught me, I don’t want to talk about it or I’ll die, please just fuck me” face - Jack had gotten plenty familiar the past few months. “Fuckin’ teasing me with that shit in front of people.”
“I just… I didn’t know. I don’t know. I was surprised-”
“Why? Have you never-”
“Not with a man,” Robby admitted, shaking his head. “I honestly don’t even own anything like that myself.” Jack leaned a little closer, close enough for Robby to smell the fading dash of cologne that Jack had applied a few minutes before they went out. Jack gazed at Robby expectantly, a small smirk threatening to take over the corners of his lips. “And I… Haven’t been able to stop thinking about why you brought those.” Robby swallowed hard. “And…what they might feel like.”
That was the right answer, apparently, because Jack suddenly threw caution to the wind and dragged Robby in for a kiss. They exhaled forcefully against each other as the adrenaline caught up to them. Jack gripped Robby’s jaw and Robby’s hands flew up to work at the buttons on the front of Jack’s patterned shirt. Robby liked when it started this way - with words, before hands ever entered the equation.
The further up the bed they made it, the more clothes came off until they laid side by side in nothing but their boxer briefs.
“I think you should go get the bag,” Jack whispered, more an instruction than a suggestion. Robby froze in the middle of leaning in for another kiss, then rolled over and launched himself off the bed so quickly Jack thought he might pull something in his back. While Robby fetched the bag from where Jack had left it on the couch near the door to the balcony, Jack got settled on his back and enjoyed the view of Robby against the backdrop of the just-set sun through the window. Robby pitched a pretty tent, and he was soft and giving in all the places Jack loved to hold onto most.
After Robby handed off the small, zipped bag to Jack, Jack sat up properly and surveyed the contents. Robby got settled back against the pillows as Jack pulled out the lube and the wand vibrator.
“Look me in the eye and tell me that that is not a gadget,” Robby said, motioning to the toy.
“Well, I never said it wasn’t,” Jack countered. “Especially since I had to buy this attachment separately.” He made quick work of climbing on top of Robby and straddling his thighs. Robby looked up at him in disbelief. Jack winked at him and rubbed a hand through Robby’s hair, further mussing it. “You’ve never used a vibrator on yourself?”
“I…Didn’t know it was a thing,” Robby shrugged one shoulder. Jack’s shoulders shook as he chuckled. “What?”
“Oh, man,” Jack giggled, “You’re not gonna last thirty seconds.” Robby wanted to protest, but the embarrassing croak that escaped his mouth when Jack gripped his cock through his underwear shut him up immediately. Jack set the wand down off to the side, pulled Robby’s underwear down enough to expose his long, stiff cock to the comfortable air of the room, and uncapped the bottle of lube.
Robby was familiar with this part. For whatever reason, Jack took immense pleasure in working Robby’s cock with his hands. Always a fan of Jack’s handiwork, Robby liked to watch. Jack squeezed a glob of lube directly onto the tip of Robby’s cock, then hummed in delight and began stroking him firmly in his right hand.
“Do you- mm, do you use it a lot?” Robby asked, breath already coming out in shorter, faster puffs. He managed to peel his eyes away from Jack long enough to look over at the vibrator.
“Sometimes,” Jack nodded. “I have this deadbeat boyfriend who works twelve hour shifts. I get lonely. And he makes me really fucking horny.”
“Sounds like a piece of work.”
“Yeah, that’s why I like to make him cum his brains out when I can,” Jack shrugged, grinning wolfishly down at Robby. Robby’s cock was almost too slick now, the squelching loud enough to keep Robby’s blush burning a sweet pink on his cheeks. “God, you get so fucking hard for me, Robby.”
“Look at you,” Robby sighed. His cock twitched in Jack’s grip, and Jack shook his head, looking down like Robby was something to marvel at. Robby finally made a move to grab Jack’s dick out of his underwear, tucking the damp, gray fabric just beneath Jack’s balls. Jack leaned in and lapped his tongue into Robby’s mouth while they jerked each other off.
As he often did, Robby got lost in the way Jack kissed him, until he felt a foreign pressure on the tip of his cock. Robby jerked his head back and looked down to find Jack slipping the clear, silicon cock sleeve over Robby’s wet tip. Jack held the handle of the wand in the other hand, thumb hovering near the power button.
“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ,” Robby groaned in that way that Jack simply couldn’t get enough of. Jack squeezed a little more lube onto Robby’s cock, then slid the toy further down his shaft and back up to the tip. On the next drag down, Robby thrusted upward as best as he could with Jack on his thighs. “It’s so tight.”
“Yeah?” Jack hummed, “It looks perfect on you, Robby, shit.” Robby sank his teeth into his lower lip as he gave a few quick, shallow thrusts up into the toy, the head of his cock poking out the other end each time. “There you go, babe. Fuck that toy for me.” Robby rolled his head around until he accidentally made contact with the headboard, but the slight thump didn’t stop him from whining as Jack worked the toy over him.
“God, Jack,” Robby gasped. Jack chuckled again - light and nefarious in a way that would have scared Robby if he could think of anything besides the silicon tube squeezing the life out of his dick. Jack paused his hand and made a point to check his watch, the other hand still poised to turn the wand vibrator on.
“Okay, I’m gonna make it feel even better now. Sound good?”
All Robby could do was nod. Jack waited until the second hand made it to the top of his watch, then he pressed the power button toward the end of the wand’s handle. The second Robby’s body registered the vibration, his jaw went slack and his eyes fluttered closed. Jack saw the muscles in his stomach tense beneath the coarse, black hair there.
“Ohhhh, my fucking god, Jack,” Robby moaned wantonly as the tremors from the toy completely overrode his central nervous system. Jack smirked and gripped the base of Robby’s cock in his free hand, sliding the toy up and down the rest of his shaft with the other. As the wand approached the crown of Robby’s cock, Robby opened his eyes and groaned, something guttural and primal that had Jack envying the very toy he was torturing Robby with. Robby still attempted to thrust upward, though the pressure of Jack’s hand and the toy around him made it nearly impossible.
“Fuck, you’re leaking all over the place, baby,” Jack sighed and dragged the toy back down, setting a steady, firm rhythm with the toy. “Keeping that toy nice and wet, huh?”
“Jack,” Robby panted.
“Hm?”
“Oh, fuck, Jack, I-”
“You gonna cum for me?” Jack goaded. He removed his hand from the base and just worked Robby with the toy, sliding it up and down with relative ease now from the mixture of the lube and Robby’s slippery precum. “Look, I’m not even fucking touching you, Robby.”
“Jack,” Robby growled. Ever the multitasker, Jack took himself in hand and gave himself a few short pumps, then pressed the second button on the wand to turn up the speed of the vibration. Robby threw his head back again and whined. Desperate. “Ohhhh, I can’t fucking take it, I-”
“I know,” Jack nodded. He wished he could slow everything down to half speed so he could properly appreciate the way Robby’s cock strained, arms tensed, forehead veins bulged, and legs shook under the power of the vibrator. He knew all too well how good it felt - the steady buzz thrumming up and down his shaft, stimulating his balls and making him feel like he was on the brink of explosion every time the cock sleeve worked up and around the sensitive head. “Show me how fucking good it feels, Robby.”
“Ohhhhh, Jack, Jack, fuck!” Robby all but yelled before his body fully tensed. Jack slid the sleeve down to the middle of Robby’s shaft and watched in awe as Robby shot all over himself and the toy, moans bordering on sobs with each wave of his orgasm that hit him.
“Shit, baby, you’re so fucking good,” Jack muttered as Robby’s orgasm finally began to wind down. Robby drew in deeper and deeper breaths, but the consistent, strong thrum of the vibrator made his entire body twitch and tense in on itself.
“Okay, okay, okay, okay, I can’t, I-”
Jack promptly turned the vibrator off and slowly, slowly dragged the sleeve up and off of Robby’s glistening, spent cock. He groaned in the back of his throat as he examined the streaks of white all over the outside of the clear sleeve, and brought the toy closer to his lips so he could stick his tongue out for a taste of Robby’s hot release.
“Jack,” Robby groaned again, this time out of a mixture of surprise and deep embarrassment. Jack grinned at him and raised a brow. What are you gonna do about it?
“Sixty-two seconds, by the way.”
“What?” Robby may as well have been transported to another galaxy.
“Sixty-two seconds. That’s how long you lasted once I turned the vibrator on.” Robby shivered. An instinctual part of him wanted to feel ashamed, but Jack was still looking at him like a piece of meat primed for carving and devouring.
“Okay,” Robby nodded, still not fully present. Jack huffed a laugh and leaned down to kiss Robby’s cheek, his nose, his forehead.
“You want to see if you can make me cum faster?”
Robby looked up at Jack, starry eyed and slack jawed. He wasn’t sure where on Earth he was supposed to muster the strength to get Jack off right now after Jack just turned his bones to jelly. But, never a quitter, Robby drew in a breath before nabbing the toy from Jack’s clammy hand.
“Give me five minutes,” Robby requested lowly. “And promise me you won’t drag me to the 8am seminar tomorrow morning.” Jack tsked at that and shook his head.
“Need I remind you we’re here for education, Dr. Robinavitch?” Jack play-scolded. Robby drew in a slow breath, shoulders coming up toward his ears.
“I dunno. I feel like I’m learning a lot right here.”