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It was a hot, balmy night in July when Robby approached the bar. His cotton tee sticking to his back from the walk over, thinking about how he should’ve worn cargos as he wiped sweat from his hairline.
He idled outside Cascade Bar and Lounge, staring at a neon sign of a flamingo in sunglasses and a parka. Multiple flags hung from the brick face, the obligatory stars and stripes, a rainbow, and a few color combinations he wasn’t sure of. An ancient looking, heavy wooden door reinforced with bars and more locks than he’d expected served as a gateway. Evidence of past graffiti still marked the brick, its symbols or words long lost. Music ebbed softly from inside, typical pop or rock, something with guitar.
Robby shoved his hands in his jean pockets and took a breath, shifting his weight from foot to foot. God, his heart was already hammering and he hadn’t even gone inside yet.
Cascade was a gay bar. The first gay bar he’d ever worked up the courage to enter, well, if he could will himself through the door. He groaned, startling and ducking away when a couple easily passed him by and crossed the inch-wide chasm, spilling music into the street before it was swallowed up once more.
He cursed himself for being stupid, for being jumpy and overthinking this whole ordeal. It wasn’t even a big deal! All he wanted to do was go in, have a drink, look around and then leave. Nothing more than a drink, he told himself.
Robby wasn’t gay, at least, he didn’t think he was. But last year he had come to terms with some tricky feelings, forcing him to do some long overdue soul searching. So, he found himself standing in front of Cascade, fighting his racing heart. He swallowed, running a hand through his short dark brown hair. Going in felt as though he was crossing a line that couldn’t be uncrossed, that there would be something inside that would change him. It was bullshit, he knew it was bullshit, yet he agonized over it all the same.
He was a man in his forties, a little young for a midlife crisis. The thought made him chuckle. Some men went out and bought a fast car, took lavish trips, ruined their marriages, but Robby? No, Robby had found himself in the bed of another man. He gripped his Magen David, silently praying for forgiveness before taking a few quick breaths to psyche himself up and finally pushed the door open.
The air was slightly stale and smelled of booze and faint musk. A series of coatracks adorned the wall to his right, all old wood and art deco wallpaper. Dark wood floors added to the dim atmosphere, almost cozy. There were long, wine red plush booths, high top tables adorned with electric tea light candles, and the crown jewel of this place, the bar. It spanned nearly the length of the building and appeared to be old, well lacquered wood trimmed in gold, backlit shelves brimmed with liquor bottles spanning decades. The bartender was a silver haired man with a curled mustache and goatee wearing an eclectically patterned button-up.
All Robby could do was stare for a moment, taking in the sight, the murmurs of voices and clinking of glasses, just barely audible over the music. Somehow, the image of a flamingo wearing a parka suited this place just right.
When he did come to his senses, he noticed a folding table set up with a variety of different plastic bins containing a shocking variety of condoms for both men and women. A paper taped to the table had a large stop sign printed on it, big black text under the image read, ‘STOP! Take a condom! Make safe decisions and ALWAYS use protection!’ Signed with a winking emoji.
A blush began to heat his cheeks and he chuckled, pausing with uncertainty before deciding to oblige, shoving the little packet into his back pocket. He picked his way to the bar, eyeing all manner of people. Business men, jock types, butch women and some true bombshells of both genders.
The bartender noticed him quickly, flashing a smile. Robby sucked in a nervous breath, reminding himself this was just a bar, a totally normal bar. “H-hey. Can I get a glass of whatever's good on tap, and can you start a tab for me?” He winced at how awkward his voice sounded, sliding his bank card over to waiting hands.
“You got it, lager good?” The bartender asked.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s great. Thanks.” He was relieved when the man whisked away to the row of taps. The older man inwardly groaned, pressing his fingers into his eyes. He was being ridiculous.
The bartender returned before long, placing a nice amber beer before him. Robby nodded in thanks and took a long, grateful pull. His brows shot up in surprise, it was an exceptionally good beer. He licked the foam from his mustache and did his best not to ogle like a tourist, or a pathetic old man who had no idea what it was he was doing.
Without the confidence to actually speak to anyone he regrettably fell into his usual habit of scrolling on his phone.
As time passed and nothing in particular happened, no gay fairies or demons came to take him away, no spontaneous orgies, or hookups in the back booths (that he could see), his heart began to settle. The confirmation that he had been stupidly overthinking and freaking out over nothing left him a little ashamed, but also relieved. He enjoyed his beer and a mix of Instagram photos and medical journals.
Perhaps Robby’d become too comfortable as he nearly jumped out of his skin when a man sat down next to him. He was tall, taller than Robby and well built, sporting a bushy well trimmed dark beard and mustache. He smiled at him, seemingly taking up the entire space, his eyes were just as dark and the arms resting atop the bar were thick and covered in equally dark hair. The man reminded him of an old school lumberjack.
“Didn’t mean to spook ya. Haven’t seen you around here before.” The man spoke with a jovial smile. He had an accent Robby couldn’t pin down, perhaps somewhere further north or west.
Robby set his phone face down and forced a laugh, smothering his embarrassment with a drink of beer. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not normally…Sorry, no, uh, first time here.” He offered, more meek than he would’ve liked.
“It’s a nice place. Been coming here since the 90’s? 2000’s? Something like that, long time. Name’s Ted, friends call me Teddy.” Ted extended his massive hand to Robby, who shook it robotically, offering a nervous smile.
“Nice to meet you, Ted. You can call me Robby.”
Ted nodded at this, idly turning his beer glass in one hand.
A comfortable silence fell, long enough where Robby moved to pick his phone back up before Ted spoke again.
“You here to cruise?” He flashed those dark brown eyes at him, promising the unknown.
Robby blinked at the question, rubbing the back of his neck, “You’ll have to forgive me. Cruise?”
This drew a hearty laugh out of Ted who clapped his large hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle shake, “Oh boy! You really haven’t been out before have you?” He left his hand on Robby’s shoulder. “I’m asking if you're looking for a partner tonight, someone to fuck.”
Robby had decided to take the final sip of his beer, watching Ted over the lip of the glass when he spluttered. He coughed and barely stopped the booze from coming out of his nose. Ted just gave him a pat on the back. Robby’s mind was reeling, had he been hit on? Worse yet, had he been hit on and not noticed and needed it spelled out for him?
He wished the ground would swallow him up as his cheeks reddened, they never had any sense to preserve his dignity. After he’d caught his breath he shook his head, unable to meet Ted’s eyes. “No, no, nothing like that, really. I-I’m very flattered though, truly, I…” He was floundering, he knew he was floundering.
“That’s alright. Listen, I’m here if you ever want to. I’m clean, and I promise I’ll give you the night of your life.” Ted remained pleasant, ordering another beer and finally removing his hand from Robby’s shoulder. “It was nice meeting you, Robby. Maybe I’ll see you around.” He bid farewell and promptly disappeared into the dim, leaving only the scent of woodsy cologne.
Robby stared at the spot where Ted had been, flabbergasted. Had that really happened? Ted seemed like a nice guy, decent looking if somehow both intimidating and inviting. But did Robby want to sleep with him? No. He was starting to wonder if he should just go home when a beer was set in front of him.
The bartender flashed him a sympathetic smile, “This one’s on Ted.” He tapped the top of the bar with his knuckle and was quickly off to serve the other patrons.
Robby nodded in thanks, scratching at his own beard, streaked with gray. Should he dye it? He sighed, taking a quick glance around as the quickly filling space, the chatter had increased to almost completely drown out the music. A bead of sweat dripped down the back of his neck.
He wasn’t left alone for very long however, a new suitor taking the place where Ted had been. Handsome, tan, much younger than him with dense dark curls. Daniel was his name, all dimples and lavish accent. It was a surprisingly similar conversation to the one he had with Ted. Similar enough that Robby wondered if this was the way to haze the new guy. His rejection came easier this time, despite the tingle that shot through his spine when their fingers brushed.
As the night went on he was approached a total of three times before stealing away to the bathroom for a break and a piss. He washed his hands and splashed some water on his rosy face, grateful to be alone. The man who stared back at him looked just as nervous as he felt. He gripped the sides of the sink, closing his eyes, “Come on Michael. What do you want out of this?” He whispered to himself.
What did he want? To be picked up? Asked out proper? Get a hookup? Sightsee? He’d thought he’d known before he stepped inside, but now he wasn’t so sure. Maybe Ted wasn’t his type, but Daniel was certainly attractive, and he hadn’t even gotten the name of the third before politely shutting him down. Was he just not ready?
Robby groaned, running his damp hands through his hair, scoffing as he then tried in vain to coerce it back into a presentable shape. He dried his face, gazing at his reflection once more. “Nobody knows you. You can do this. You do a hell of a lot more than this everyday. Stop freaking out. Yeah. Yeah, stop freaking out.”
With his resolve mostly put back together, he took a deep breath, puffed out his chest, and tried not to look like a lost pup.
That lasted until he exited the bathroom and saw his seat at the bar taken, “Well, shit.” He muttered, not spying another empty stool. He still made his way back, he just wanted one more beer then he’d go home, have a glass of good scotch and go to bed.
The bartender, who was now joined with a partner and looked awfully busy, did a double take as Robby sidled his way between patrons.
“One more of whatever you’ve been serving.” He had to raise his voice, and then repeat himself before the man nodded. Robby didn’t linger any longer than to grab his third drink of the night and retreat to the seating area.
The place had really filled up, nearly every table and booth had at least one patron. Brown eyes scanned the room, eventually moving his way through the discourse and to the back corner, where a single high top was somewhat separated from the rest and quiet enough he could hear himself think again. He sighed, shoulders slumping, in his uncertainty the pool had become far too crowded.
He approached the table where a lone man was sitting, serious face, brown curls and light colored eyes. He was wearing tan cargo pants, sneakers and a tee shirt that hugged his arms quite nicely. “Is-uh, is this seat taken?” He asked shyly,
The man cast those eyes at him, sharp, hazel. “Depends. Are you gonna grope me under the table?”
Robby balked, eyes flashing wide for a moment, “No.” came a barked reply.
“Then sit.” The mystery man gestured, taking a drink from a bottle of Dos Equis.
So he did, taking a courageous sip of beer, trying to keep from staring at the attractive bob of his adams apple, the slope of his throat. Robby however, could only hold the silence for so long. “Is that something that happens to you often?” He asked with all the tact of a tank.
“No, but you looked like you’d give a good reaction. You did, by the way.” He flashed a teasing smile that made Robby’s heart flutter before annoyance kicked in.
“Well I’m glad you enjoyed...”
“Almost as enjoyable as watching you flounder at the welcome party.” The brunette held a taunt to his voice. “You get scared, new guy?”
“Is it that fucking obvious?” Robby groused, pursing his lips.
The stranger chuckled then, tapping the neck of his bottle to Robby’s glass, “Brother, you look like a lamb who wandered into the wolf den.”
“The fuck am I supposed to do man? I’ve never done this before!” He should leave, he should just get up and go, fuck the beer. He had just gotten to his feet when the other spoke.
“Oh relax, I’m just fucking with you. No need to get all hot about it.” The man quelled.
Just like that, Robby sat back down with a huff. “So what then? If you know the other guys, are you the fourth musketeer or something?”
“Nah, we get along fine, but we just know each other. But a word of the wise? The bar is for those who want to be picked up, don’t sit there unless you want a hookup.”
Robby groaned, slouching lower, “That explains why I was talked to.” He grumbled.
“No, no. That was because you stopped at the table and took a wrap. You didn’t notice them eye you when you came in?”
“No? Was I supposed to? The damn table is right at the door for God sake.” He huffed, realizing what it must have looked like in retrospect, grimacing. Now he felt like a dick.
The man hummed in acknowledgement. “Well, new guy, you know now. Oh, if you are planning to fuck tonight, let Ted take you home.”
Robby blushed anew, hiding in another swallow of his drink, “Why’s that?” The words came out meek and sheepish.
“He’s a nice guy, loves virgins. Rumor is he fucks so well it’d turn a top.” He leaned closer to Robby, breath against his ear, “And he’s hung like Adonis.”
Just words alone were enough to send a shiver down Robby’s spine, and then he was picturing it, which only made his blush worse. “Oh. I-I’m not really…” He finally stammered out before trying to rapidly change the subject. “Do you come here a lot? Because it sounds like you’re his rep .”
He shrugged, “I come here enough. We look out for each other.” A wicked grin then crossed his lips, “Just so you're clear, Ted didn’t buy you a drink because you’re new, he bought you a drink because your ass looks good in those jeans.”
There it was again, breath on his ear, trying to suppress a shiver that made his limbs itch. Fuck. “What the fuck is your name anyway?” Robby asked, exasparated,
This earned him another laugh, “Jack. Name’s Jack.” He introduced at last.
Jack. Jack, Jack Jack. Robby was going to remember that name. “Robby, I would say nice to meet you but you’ve kinda been a dick.”
“And yet you’re still talking, Robby.”
It wasn’t fair. It simply was not fair that Jack, could just say his name like that, in that fucking tone of his.
“And why not you?” The words slipped out of his mouth before he could even think. He could blame the cotton in his head, the buzz of the alcohol, the adrenaline flooding his senses, but it wouldn’t have made a difference.
“What do you mean? Why don’t I fuck him? He’s a top, I’m a top, and not that it really is your business, but he’s not my type.” Jack mused, obviously waiting to see what amusing reaction Robby would give.
Robby felt like his tongue had curled up and died in his mouth, still reeling from his previous outburst. “N-no, nothing. Nothing.” He tried to abate, waving his hand in front of his face as if to clear the conversation.
Jack latched on though, shaking his head and tutting, “Nope. No way are you getting out of this. Spill it, Robby.”
All sorts of lascivious images flashed in his mind at the other’s words, of them being used on him like a command. He was into Jack, he knew this as immediately as he knew the sun would rise. He was enraptured by his looks, his teasing, his voice, and eyes that seemed to pierce his soul. Yet the idea of him was still terrifying. He licked his lips, fixing his gaze on the table.
‘Courage.’ He willed himself onward, he already had one foot in. He drained the rest of his beer and spoke
“Why not you? To take me home.” The tips of his ears were scarlet and he was suddenly a teenager again, asking Katie Miller on a date at the age of fifteen.
For the first time since they’d begun talking, Jack was silent. There was a hint of sadness when he spoke again, “You don’t want me, brother. I’m a bit of a dick, remember?”
Well that was poor deflection and a half-assed answer. Robby was too horrified to call him out on it though. Instead he let the silence linger, sneaking glances and wondering if he should just call it quits. Instead he let his mouth run.
“What branch did you serve?” Robby tried to salvage the conversation, unlikely for the better.
This made Jack visibly stiffen, “What makes you ask that?”
Robby cursed himself, “You’re in a corner, and you’ve been scanning.” He followed the track Jack’s eyes moved with his finger, wall to wall. “And you’ve never let the door leave your sight.”
It was common for soldiers to never lose their training, to know their exits, know their area, know the potential threats.
Jack gave him a tight lipped smile, “Army. You enjoy watching me?” The teasing was back, and Robby just couldn’t help himself or his susceptibility to blush.
“Says the one who noticed every guy in here who tried to pick me up, and noticed someone buy me a drink.” He offered a smile, trying to ease the tension. “I did some work for Doctors without Borders when I finished residency. Rewarding and heartbreaking. Just full of shit people shouldn’t still be dealing with.”
“Doctor? What’s your special?” The brunette asked with a touch of curiosity, finishing his bottle.
“Emergency Medicine.” He rubbed the back of his neck, expression warm. It still felt nice to say, even after all of these years it still felt a little surreal.
Jack seemed to be studying him, tapping the side of the empty bottle rhythmically, thoughts hidden. When he did move, it was to drop his hand under the table and give Robby’s crotch a quick squeeze.
Robby released a sharp cry of surprise and nearly fell out of his chair, “What the fuck!?” Both the beer bottle and glass tipped over in his panic, rolling perilously toward the edge of the table before he rapidly swatted and corralled them in his arms. “What the hell was that about, Jack?” He repeated in a panic.
At least Jack helped right the wayward drinkware, very clearly amused. “Just seeing if you’re worth taking home.”
“You could have asked at least.”
“You would’ve let me?”
“Oh my fucking God.” Robby groaned, rubbing his face with his hands and trying to ignore the tingling in his groin. “Fucking, maybe!”
Jack laughed, bright and earnest. “You’re growing on me, brother. But you know I prefer to be the one doing the fucking, right?”
“I think I’m okay with that.” He was, for the most part, maybe, no, definitely okay with it if it was Jack.
“Alright, last thing. I need to know if you are going to freak out or be a freak over this.” The vet’s tone was casual, but it didn’t meet his eyes as he took Robby’s hand in his own.
Before Robby could question, his hand was pulled under the table and pressed against Jack’s knee. Initially he was just flustered, trying to retract his hand shyly only to have it pulled back, fingers pressing into the tough fabric. It took a moment for it to click that the area didn’t give like live flesh, instead it was hard and smooth. Curiosity overwrote competing feelings, spurring fingers to explore the area, the fabric was cool and slimmed impossibly as he groped. The wheels were turning, dragging his fingers back up the knee until he met true flesh.
“Oh.” He mused in quiet surprise, withdrawing his hand from the other’s leg, meeting his hazel eyes. Apprehension lurked there, maybe fear among other emotions he couldn’t place. Robby took the hand that guided him in his own. “I’m not bothered, or a freak.” He assured.
Jack eased out a breath, getting to his feet. “Good, I can be bothered enough for the both of us. Come on then.”
Robby swallowed hard, chest tight. He hardly noticed his feet move to the bar and closing his tab, leaving a well earned tip for the bartender, then he was outside. The heat of the day had ebbed slightly, but it was still terribly warm.
He hurried over to where Jack was standing with his hands in his pockets. “Now, what?” He asked, giddy excitement and anxiety coming in waves.
Jack chuckled, hooking his thumbs into his pockets. “Your tails wagging.” He teased as Robby stepped in line beside him.
“Am I supposed to be sad?” Robby bit back mildly. Every step was making him more and more nervous. What if he was wrong? What if he couldn’t perform? What if somehow Jack, the man he’d met all of an hour ago, turned out to be something bad? He rubbed his Magen David through his shirt for strength, reminding himself it was no different than picking up a woman at a bar.
Jack didn’t live far from the bar, or did he? The walk to his apartment was a blur of small talk and inward reminders to breath. When they entered the space, Robby glanced around idly, unsure of what to do, “What do-” was all he got out before Jack was on him.
Lips found his own, then his back was against the wall and Robby was melting. Jack dominated his mouth, strong, confident kisses radiating hidden heat. Robby breathed into it, into the jolt it sent straight to his crotch, his shock brief before reciprocating in full. Pressing into the kiss, cupping the back of his neck and threading his fingers through those curly locks. They only broke for breath, Robby panting while Jack took deep breaths through his nose.
He kissed like fire, hot and all encompassing. Robby started when hands trailed under the hem of his shirt, exploring his torso in a way that pulled sweet sighs into the air. His free hand moved to cup the other's chest, groping for a breast that wasn’t there, a purely learned motion, nudging his nipple with his thumb. Jack paused for just a moment, amusement glinting in his eyes, however Robby made sure his mouth was too occupied for whatever remark he wanted to make. He groaned as Jack rutted their hips together, he could feel him, feel the growing tent in his pants against his own.
“Fuck.” Robby whispered, knees going weak, which was only helped along when those wandering hands reached his shoulders, the left tracing his spine while the right slid behind his head, gripping the back of his neck and pulling him down to be eye level with Jack. All Robby could do was bare his throat obediently, kisses moving to his jaw, to the space beneath. He let his eyes close, praying the wall would support him.
“Ever had sex?” Jack asked between leaving marks against his neck, full of hunger and want.
Robby hissed a breath as teeth scraped bruised skin, “...Tried…wouldn’t go in…guy was an…ass.”
“You’re so lucky you're hot.” Jack hissed against his neck, giving a nip to tender skin before pulling away. The smaller man pulled Robby deeper into the apartment on numb, stumbling legs, jeans painfully tight. He was pulled along to the bedroom and unceremoniously pushed down to sit on the bed. Jack stood domineering before him, between his legs, running fingers through his hair before cupping his face, staring down with the intensity of a tiger. “I’m going to shower. When I come back, I want to see you sitting on this bed, naked as the day you were born and hard as a rock. Understand?”
“Yeah.” Robby replied dreamily, hands roaming along the back of Jack’s thighs, unable to help himself.
“Good, now I’m going to take my leg off, if you freak on me I will be so very fucking pissed.” He kissed him for good measure, muffling a pleased sound as Robby’s strong fingers pressed into his thighs. Again, he tore away, sitting next to the other and pulling up his pant leg. The doctor was far too distracted eyeing flushed skin and slightly swollen lips, wanting desperately to have him close again, to bask in his heat. It was a simple movement, using his forefinger to break the seal where the prosthetic met skin, marked by a soft hiss and pleased breath. He set the mechanical appendage next to the bed and collected a crutch.
Seemingly satisfied, Jack vanished to the nearby bathroom, leaving Robby alone and terribly horny. He swallowed, still tasting Jack on his lips, quietly wondering if this was real. It was surreal to be sitting there, in Jack’s apartment, Jack, who he’d met that night, Jack, who he was going to have sex with. Curiosity drew his eyes to the prosthetic, it was a standard, no fuss, below the knee assembly. What had happened? Was it in connection to the Army? After?
Robby had seen quite a few amputations in his career, car accidents, cancer, poorly healed breaks, workplace accidents. But what of Jack? What was his tale? He wanted to know. He didn’t want to know.
A sound from the bathroom startled him from his thoughts, from the inevitable ‘Doctor Robby’ he fell into. Hard and naked, those were his instructions. He started with his shoes, setting them neatly at the edge of the bed. Next came the contents of his pockets, ensuring his phone was silenced before setting them on the side table, the condom however, stayed. He stripped off his shirt, letting it pool on the floor below, sucking in a breath as cool air prickled his skin. Lastly and thankfully were his jeans, even the slight friction made his cock twitch. Moisture spotted his boxer briefs, fully moaning as he freed himself from the last remaining cloth.
The break had brought some self control back into his head, he was still hopelessly erect, red and leaking. Well, he wouldn't have to worry about whether he could stay hard. A few dry strokes ensured his ongoing torture. His nerves were beginning to build, hoping history wouldn’t repeat itself as anxiety anchored in his chest. It had been a hookup, some guy he met off an app.
They’d met up at a shitty hotel and made out briefly before being unceremoniously pushed onto his knees, his body didn’t cooperate. He’d never touched himself, didn’t know how to prepare his body to accept another. He thought he’d been clear in their limited correspondence. It hurt, the man cursed, trying to force the matter against Robby’s objections. They’d gotten into it, resulting in Robby having the man pinned beneath him, jaw stinging, breaths coming in hard pants. When he let him up, the man left in a flurry of curses, spitting in his face as he slammed the door. The adrenaline wore off and Robby sank to the greasy carpet, limbs trembling. He wept quietly with the taste of blood in his mouth.
Robby shook the thoughts from his head, he was trying again. When you failed, you tried again.
The bathroom door opened and not a single thought crossed his troubled mind further, brown gaze fixated on Jack. He had a towel slung low around his waist, hair still dripping, steam curling delightfully from his shoulders. Jack’s eyes found him as well, roving over his form with an intensity that made his hair stand on end. He limped forward, standing before Robby once more, close enough he could smell the soap on his skin. The brunette laid his crutch against the bed, bracing himself with hands on the older man's shoulders.
“You’re awfully happy to see me.” He mused, a roughness in his voice.
Robby licked his lips and swallowed, staring unabashed, “How could I not be?” He breathed. His hands found their way back to well toned thighs, boldly leading them under the puffy white towel, massaging the tightening muscles. A kiss was placed to the warm skin just under Jack’s pectoral, patiently waiting.
Jack sighed into the touches, allowing Robby to revel in the allure of clothed hips. The twitching of his stiff cock sang enough praises. He gently pushed Robby onto his back, straddling him over the bed, happier now that he had solid footing. There was a shift in his partner as his head hit the mattress, a sharp intake of breath. Hands that were once happily exploring under the towel now seized his bracing forearms. Jack tensed in response, his own ingrained instinct to fight gearing.
“You okay?” He asked tentatively.
Robby thought for a long moment as his breaths came fast, almost afraid to move. Afraid that if he did move, that his body would act on its own accord. Jack’s gaze only lingered, sensing the fragility. “Just nerves.” He lied.
“Uh-huh,” Jack sounded unamused. “Robby, we don’t have to do this.”
“I want to, please, I want to, i want this, all I want is to touch you.” His words came out in a tumble.
“Then I really need you to let me go.” Jack’s tone was cool and even, almost placating.
“I’m sorry.” Robby mumbled, slowly releasing his hold, taking the tension with it. He crawled back further onto the bed, taking deep breaths. A flutter of shame and embarrassment arose in his chest upon reading concern clear on the other’s face. “I’m good.”
“Are you sure? One hundred percent sure?”
Robby took another breath, reminding himself this was not the same situation. “I’m good.”
“Okay.” Despite that, Jack was slower with his movements, almost careful until he was sure the tension had fully dissipated. He crept forward until he was straddling the doctor’s hips, rubbing at his shoulders, his chest. Jack leaned forward and kissed him, slipping his tongue against the other’s when his lips parted for a moan. He took one of Robby’s hands and brought it back to his thigh.
He got the message quickly enough, resuming his groping, gasping every time Jack’s hips moved and brushed the towel against his straining member. Jack was excited, he could feel his erection brushing his stomach, hear it in the brief, pained sounds he made against his mouth. Robby finally slid his hands further up, running them over the tight flesh of his ass, squeezing gently before tugging at the towel. They moaned together, seemingly both grateful for the release.
Jack broke the steamy kiss, slightly breathless, cheeks flushed. Softer, open mouth kisses replaced them before he spoke, “Care if I ride the fuck outta you?” He asked against his mouth.
Robby blinked in surprise; that, he hadn’t expected, especially given their previous conversation. He shook his head in response, moving kisses to Jack’s jaw.
The younger man leaned over him to collect a packet of lube from a shelf built into the headboard, moaning sharply when Robby took the opportunity to kiss and drag his teeth over his nipple. Jack leaned back far enough to expose Robby’s red and desperately weeping cock. He couldn’t help but keen as his rough hand pumped his cock a few strokes before skillfully rolling a condom on.
Robby was hypnotized by it, by watching lustily as Jack spread lube over his cock, as he slicked his fingers, touching places he could no longer see. Satisfied, he spread his knees further over Robby’s hips, guiding his member with his hand and so very slowly eased himself down. Robby gripped the brunette’s hips, groaning loudly as tight heat surrounded him, further and further down until he felt their hips meet. Jack’s curse filled moans were heavenly in his ears, head tipped back, hands splayed before him. Robby just stared at him, seated on his cock, ribs flexing with every breath. Then hazel eyes met his and it took every ounce of control in his body to not come right then.
Jack moved after a moment, slowly pushing himself up with his knees before sinking back down in short, small thrusts. Each action drew the air from Robby’s lungs, hips jolting on their own to meet him. He marveled in how Jack’s body moved, how it accepted him readily, catching fleeting glances of his length disappearing devilishly. He thumbed the points of his partners hips, pulling him down as he lowered, “Fuck, Jack.” He groaned.
As he became more comfortable, Jack truly began to move, bouncing steadily in his lap. He bit his lower lip when he focused. Robby pressed his back into the bed, Jack looking like a god incarnate, suddenly very, very aware of why this was considered a blasphemous act. The younger man was panting now, jaw clenching, thighs beginning to tremble, he was slowing not by choice.
Robby frowned slightly, taking Jack’s steadying hands and pulling them, bringing them up to his shoulders. The other moved with him, a groan passing his lips as his body stretched, shifting the position of Robby’s dick. Kisses pressed his lips, quick, chaste affairs between heavy breaths. The touches moved to his jaw where Robby sucked, tasting the salt of his skin. He moved them then, carefully rolling until Jack was on his back, all the while somehow keeping his hips rooted as if they belonged together.
Jack cupped his cheek, forcing their eyes, a question clear on his lips. “You looked tired.” He murmured warmly.
“Well aren’t you the roman-tic- Fuck!” He was interrupted when Robby pulled his hips back, giving a quick thrust forward.
A bubble of pride rose in his chest, repeating the action, groaning as Jack’s walls tightened around him. Robby began to chase those sounds, testing different angles, speeds, intensity. Taking mental notes of what made him curse, sigh, grasp at his arms in desperation, or as he delightfully found, arch. Oh how he delighted in it, taking care to thrust against that spot, sure it was his prostate with how he writhed.
But Robby was close, stomach clenching every time Jack tightened around him. Tingling heat was building in his core, causing every muscle to grow taut as he moved his hips, unaware he was panting the other's name. A near shout escaped him as he finally came, digging his toes into the sheets to somehow get more purchase in his final rut. His breaths came between clenched teeth, stars blinking in his vision. Robby was sure Jack was trying to milk him with how he squeezed, cock swollen and heavy against his stomach. He reached for it, wincing when his hips jumped, delighting when he keened sweetly. Robby stroked him hard and fast, twisting his thumb and forefinger around the base of his cockhead, gently moving his hips, rubbing his softening member inside. It was enough, for Jack gasped out a moan and came, shooting thick ropes over his belly and Robby’s hand.
They paused in silence, each coming down from the high of orgasm, collecting lost wits. Robby licked his lips, slowly withdrawing, sitting back with a grunt, thighs burning. He stroked Jack’s available calf, unable to keep his hands off the other, “Are you okay?”
“Don’t speak.” Jack replied, eyes closed and chest still heaving, slowly relaxing his legs.
So Robby didn’t, instead letting his eyes wander, spotting small, silvered scars dappling his skin, small divots and imperfections, surgical lines. Naturally he followed the frequency to the amputation sight. The work had been good from what he could tell, the wounds had healed well and Jack obviously took care of the tender skin, no sign of scab or lesion. He wanted to touch it, to test for swelling, to feel how the surgeon encapsulated the bone, how the muscle had been tacked. It would be completely invasive and inappropriate however, so he resisted.
Jack finally took a deep breath and sat up, extending his hand, “Condom.”
Robby blinked in confusion, pulling the soiled rubber and tying it off, “You re-”
“Yes.” Jack finished.
Robby simply shrugged and handed it over, watching as it was tossed into an unseen trashcan before a travel pack of wet wipes was pulled from the nightstand. He offered one to Robby, who obliged, cleaning himself up. Once those too were thrown away, Jack flopped back onto the bed with a groan. Robby cautiously approached. Was he supposed to stay? He wanted to, wanted his hands back on Jack, wanted to sleep next to him to just get a bit more contact.
He laid his head on a pillow, brushing his fingers against his arm. “Can I stay?”
Jack was quiet for a long moment, “Just for the night,” he finally accepted.
Robby’s heart fluttered, inching closer to press against his back, sliding his arm around his middle. He sighed, melting in content bliss. Jack still smelled like soap and sex, hair damp under his nose, musk and pine.
“Who said you could spoon?” Jack murmured in faux annoyance.
Robby chuckled, “I don’t see you pushing me off.” Almost to prove his point, he nuzzled closer. “Can I see you again?”
At this Jack turned to face him, features drawn and shadowed and spectacular. “That all depends on if I need to be worried about you going squirrely again. Thought I was going to have to throw you for a minute.” Concern bled into his voice.
The doctor pursed his lips and rolled onto his back, staring up at the ceiling to avoid looking at his temporary lover. “The first time I tried…this, I met a guy off an app. He couldn’t…I wouldn’t let him…in. He tried to force the- uh, issue, and I kicked him, he punched me, spat on me and left.” He shrugged, still uncomfortable months later, still a stone’s throw from feeling the fear and panic. “I just got a little…scared.”
When he did finally glance over to where Jack had laid silent, he was surprised to find his features drawn in anger, brow furrowed, jaw tight. Robby couldn’t help but laugh, “You look more pissed than I was.”
“Yeah, I’m fucking pissed! That’s a crime, Robby.” His voice strained with anger.
“It wasn’t like that. Really. Nothing happened.”
“Oh don’t pull that dismissive bullshit. What if it was one of your patients? Assault isn’t different just because you’re a man.”
Robby swallowed, drawing his hand over his face, chest tightening. God, he was not going to cry in front of this man he just met. “Yeah, I know.” He nodded, “I tried to report him on the app, but either I got blocked, or it was deleted, I don’t know. But nothing came of it. I just took it as a lesson? I guess, and moved on.” He laughed again, bitter, “Well now I’ve just fucked the mood.”
Jack placed a hand in his cheek, “You didn’t.” Two simple words spoken with solemn truth. Robby believed him, of all the people who could say those words to him, he believed Jack.
He settled into the touch, letting the silence stretch for what felt like an eternity.
“You’re a lot of work for a hookup.” Jack broke the silence with one of those brilliant, teasing smiles.
Robby laughed, “I never claimed to be easy.”
“If, and I mean it, if I see you again, you’d better be prepared to take as good as you give.”
Heat prickled along the back of the older man’s neck. So there was a chance. “Alright.”
Robby didn’t remember falling asleep. The next thing he knew he was waking with a start, panic flaring upon seeing unfamiliar walls. ‘Jack’, the name came to him first, then memories of the previous night. He flushed, willing his half hard cock to simmer down. What if Jack saw? Where was Jack? The bed was empty, sheets cold. Running water sounded from the bathroom and he relaxed, scratching the back of his neck. He sighed, beginning the process of dressing in yesterday’s clothes and collecting his belongings, pausing briefly to place a kiss to his Magen David.
Jack exited the bathroom just as Robby finished, grimacing at the taste of his mouth. “Good morning.” He offered, not so subtly giving his attire of a plain tee shirt and boxers a once over. Jack looked good in anything.
The man simply nodded, limping his way out of the room silently. Perhaps he wasn’t much of a morning person. Robby made his way to the bathroom, relieved himself and washed his hands before using his forefinger as a toothbrush. It wasn’t great, but it at least helped the horrid taste in his mouth. Somewhat refreshed, he exited the bedroom to find Jack sitting in a worn recliner, coffee mug on an end table.
“Do you want breakfast?” Robby offered, shifting from foot to foot in uncertainty.
“Nope, I’m good, brother.” Came the cool reply. “Get home safe, maybe I’ll see you around, Dr. Robby.”
That shouldn’t have sent a shiver of delight down his spine. Robby took the incredibly clear hint and headed toward the door, giving an awkward wave. “Yeah. See ya around, Jack. Thanks for last night.”
Robby stepped out of the apartment and into the mid-morning sun, just another day. He turned his feet toward home and tried not to think about work tomorrow.