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You had been a resident at PTMH for a couple of years. Some would argue you were a pretty decent Doctor, clearly not the best. Always friendly with your coworkers but never close. Not the way they were close with each other. The majority of the time you felt out of place or in the way. That was unless Dr Robby was around. He always went out of his way to hear your thoughts and opinions on the cases you worked on together. You found it endearing, that's probably what started the crush you had on him.
The shoulder pats and hands resting on the small of your back only amplified the feelings. When he'd slightly raise his voice to make a point, running his hand through his hair frustrated.
Fuck he looked good.
You mostly tried to suppress the childish crush growing inside. Not only was he your superior, but he was so much older. The age gap was unrealistic. Everyone would assume you were fucking your way up the ladder. So it was just a silly little crush going absolutely nowhere.
After what felt like the longest shift of your life there was just an hour left. Others were already wrapping up to get out of there. You're absolutely exhausted, standing at the nurses station rubbing your head trying to stay awake. The ambience of the hospital could put you asleep right there if you'd let it. Dana the charge nurse eyes you up and down with a tired smile.
“Kid, you look worse than me. That's serious.”
You brush the hair falling out of your pony tail behind your ears, and let out a soft huff of a laugh.
“I’m just ready to go home and sleep.”
Dana furrows her brow.
“Are you not meeting up with the rest of us later for drinks?”
The realization hits you. Your hands dragging down your face.
“Fuck I completely forgot its his birthday today.”
Your eyes drag all over the ER until they land on Robby, he's finishing up a discharge with a patient. Simply looking at him made your palms sweaty and heart pound. Like some school age crush. Dana walks closer to you patting you on the back.
Dana rolls her eyes huffing.
“It's a bar…not a job interview. But you don't have to come party pooper”
Your eyes still follow Robby as he finishes up his shift. Until he finally glances back at you, making your eyes dart to the ground.
“You really should go though, I think you're his favorite prodigy.”
Dana pats your back a last time and disappears into the chaos of the hospital. Leaving you observing Robby for far longer than socially acceptable, adjusting your hair again. Not that anyone cared or noticed. Before you also slip back into the chaos.
After you clock out, you waste no time. You're in the locker room sliding out of your scrubs. Then changing into a loosely fitted black shirt and some dark grey sweatpants. What you'd normally wear after an exhausting shift. You sit on the bench trying to put your shoes on, well scrolling through the work group chat for the name of the bar. Finally you grab the small gift box out of your locker, shoving it in your bag. You push open the door walking faster than normal before colliding with another body.
“Woah there Doctor, are we in a rush?”
You look up cautiously stepping backwards. It's Robby. You rub your face trying to hide your slight blush complexion.
“Sorry, I was just heading out to meet the others…”
You awkwardly rub the back of your neck. Eyes darting all over the place, looking at anything but him. Sweat forming on your brow.
Damn he did make you sweaty.
A small smirk playing at the corner of Robby's lips. You straighten your posture.
“...Right happy birthday.”
The smirk on his lips grows into a full blown grin.
“I’ll see you there kid.”
You finally get to the bar, standing outside debating on just going home. Anxiously picking at the skin around your nails, A nervous habit you hadn't done in a while. That is until your fellow doctors (Dennis) Whitaker and (Trinity) Santos spot you outside. You quickly shove your hands in your pockets. Santos picks up her speed towards you, basically dragging Whitaker with her.
“Oh wow you actually came.”
She sounds both surprised and impressed. Whitaker flashes a half smile shooting his hand up for a small wave. You let out a small exhale rolling your eyes.
“I had nothing better going on.”
All three of you shuffle into the bar. Santos leans closer so you can hear her through the noise.
“We know…But even if you did you'd still be here.”
She gives you a wink.
“I never really took Robby as the bar type.” Whitaker's voice just above mumble.
Santos' elbow flies into Whitaker's rib cage. An almost nervous laugh chokes out of her throat.
“Wasn’t his idea.”
You cock a brow at the statement but you won't pry. It wasn't some giant work event. Just a few of you. Which was odd, but not completely out of the ordinary.
The three of you make your way through the bar, your eyes locking on Robby like a magnet. The way he smiles, running his hands through his hair before resting them on his knees.
He notices you enter, eyes locking on you a little too long before trying to clear his throat. Robby nods looking at Santos and Whitaker. Slowly bringing his glass of whiskey to his lips.
“Hey thanks for coming.”
You find yourself sitting between Dana and Whitaker. You order a drink, your hands fidgeting in your purse on the present. The anticipation is worse than actually giving your boss a birthday present. You try to wait for a moment of quiet but clearly the liquor kept everyone talking and loose.
“Um hey Robby.”
You quickly spit out during everyone's small talk. He looks up at you as you stand up in front of him with the small gift box. Small gasps and whispers come from Santos and Dana.
“You didn't have to get me anything.”
Robby took the gift slowly, opening it. It was a black pen. One of those fancy ones with the engravings on the side. He pulls out a tiny note from the bottom of the box.
“You always show up, even when you're exhausted I hope someone shows up for you too. Happy birthday.”
He nods, placing the note and pen back in the box.
“Since you always like to steal mine.” a soft laugh melts out of your mouth.
A blush tint slightly grows on his face. His mouth parted in a tipsy smile.
“Thanks, this is…really nice.”
“Aweeee how sweet.” Santos hums, throwing her arms up in the air, She leans onto Whitaker. “Isn't that just the sweetest.”
Dana covers her face laughing. Whitaker looks like he's trying to form a thought, having no idea what's going on.
As the night starts to wrap up, you and Whitaker are the only ones of sound mind. Dana's husband already picked her up, Whitaker tries to get Santos outside. She's refusing.
Robby hasn't said much, he almost looks ill. The two of you sit there quietly watching Santos and Whitaker argue like children.
“Are you ok Robby?”
He looks up at you with tired eyes. The only way you could think to describe him is green.
“No…yeah I'm fine.”
“Just one to many?”
Santos leaned over the bar trying to order shots. Whitaker's face buried in his hands before trying to convince her otherwise.
Robby goes to stand up and stumbles into you. You hold him by his hips trying to keep him steady. His big body completely pressed into you. It doesn't affect you, you're too concerned to process the touch.
“Fuck I’m sorry.” He slurs out.
You help him wrap his hand around your shoulder, as you wobble him outside. The big man is heavy but honestly you can't think of a context in which it would bother you. His weight pressed against you, creating heat.
“Hey it's okay, let me give you a ride alright?”
“No, I'm fine…”
His face fills with discomfort, as he stumbles down the sidewalk.
“You are drunk.”
Your grip on him tightens as you make it to your car trying to guide him into it. He falls into the seat, his head in his lap. Something comforting about seeing the man who runs the ER so vulnerable.
“Micheal do not vomit in my car please.”
His head perks up, he turns to face you throwing his hands up in protest.
“First off I don't vomit…second off…you never call me Micheal I’m in trouble.”
A soft laugh chokes out of him.
You roll your eyes. Robby leans his head back and falls asleep immediately. Gaze occasionally leaves the road, only catching a glimpse of Robby with passing street lights.
Once you arrive at his place you drag him out of the car and up to his apartment. Eyes dragging all over him looking for his keys.
“Wheres your house key?”
Not a word leaves his mouth, he just smiles, his body slightly swaying. Your hands dig in his jacket pockets finding nothing, then move down to his pants pockets.
“WOAH doctor, at least buy me dinner first.”
His hand stumbles to the small of your back, as he struggles to hold himself up. The smell of his cologne and whisky fills your nose. Sweat starts to form on your forehead from the close contact. The innocent act shouldn't feel so intimate. But something about the way his hand fits perfectly on your back.
You quickly grab the keys out of his pocket unlocking the door. He's still hung over your shoulder, you drag him through the apartment. You try to gently place him on his bed, but end up just tossing him over on it.
“Ouch” Robby rubs his head and huffs out.
“Oh you are fine.”
You roll your eyes and move to pull off his shoes. He's dragging his hands down his face. Choking out noises of discomfort.
“I think I’m too old…for this kind of stuff.”
A small smirk places on your lips, but soon disappears as Robby's hand grabs your wrist. You look down at him wide eyed.
“Could you maybe just…stay for a bit.”
He's clearly still very intoxicated. But there was sincerity in his voice. Almost a plea. You don't say anything, you just sit on the edge of the bed next to him. For a while the room is silent. The only noise is the ticking of a clock in the living room. You decide to break the silence.
“You know your place looks exactly how I imagined it.”
Your eyes dragging all over his room. Looking at all the knickknacks and books scattered throughout. How nothing was color coordinated. Desperately lacking a woman's touch. Robby rolled his body, resting his head on his hand.
“Do you imagine my room often?” A sarcastic teasing tone from Robby.
Your face glows red, your body shifting.
“No,” you say a little too quickly.
His hand slowly inches across his navy blue sheets towards yours. Fingers gently dragging across the top of your hand. You freeze almost holding your breath, but you don't pull your hand back.
“You know Dana and I were talking about you the other day.” His small smirk is now a full blown smile. “She was telling me I need to stop being so…overbearing…protective… whatever when it comes to you.”
You're now as red as a tomato, your leg anxiously bouncing up and down. Robby sits up still resting his hand on yours as he continues.
“Dana said something about it not helping the “little crush” you have on me.”
The older man's whole body just inches from you well you both sit there a pause of deafening silence. You decide you need to say something, lips slightly parted but nothing is coming out.
He pushes up against you, his chest against your back. His chin is placed on your shoulder as he mumbles near your ear. Making your ears burn hot.
“But that's not the case right? I'm old enough to be your father.”
It sends chills down your spine, goosebumps cover your arms and neck.
“Right…right…that would be really weird. Plus you're my superior.”
Robby's hand lightly treads up your arm feeling your chills. His face pulls back from your neck. You turn to face him. He leaned back, hands behind his head. Before reaching one down to unbuckle his belt slowly sliding it off.
“Exactly. It would be very inappropriate.”
Your eyes never leave his entirety as he lays there. He sits up for a moment, his face now inches from your again, slowly, almost teasing, removes his shirt before laying back down. His arms hovered above his head as he stretched his back out.
“That's to bad, I was flattered.”
Robby rolls over his back towards you now. Almost like it was for dramatic effect.
“What? What do you mean?”
He turns back towards you resting on his arm again.
“Oh come on, the whole young hot coworker has a thing for the gruffy old man. Made me feel young again.”
You raise a brow.
“Hot coworker?”
“Don't play dumb, you know you're attractive.”
Your heart is now pounding through your chest but you can't let him know that.
“You’re just drunk.” you quickly spit out before swallowing hard.
“Well yes that's why I'm saying this. But I think about it all the time. You don't understand how many times I saw you at work…sweaty…out of breath…your hair falling down, and I thought to myself-”
Another long pause of silence.
“Fuck I wish I was making her look like that.”
“Well now you’re just fucking with me.” You choke out grinning slightly leaning back toward him. Heat and confidence starts brewing in your stomach.
Robby reaches out wrapping his arm around your stomach pulling you even closer. Both your bodies start as an uncomfortable tangle of limbs, slowly melting together. His hand sliding under the hem of your shirt tracing your stomach. Your breath hitches, hips instinctively rolling.
He brings his lips up to your neck, pressing soft flutters of kisses up it. Both hands tracing under your shirt on your bare stomach.
“Tell me to stop,” he growls into your skin.
You should tell him to stop.
He's your boss
He's drunk.
The heat between the two of you is growing. Your hands finding their way to his hair intertwining your fingers through. Robby's hands tug at the bottom of your shirt before sliding it up off you. As you finally turn to face him, there is a small moment everything feels frozen.
The two of you locking eyes. Breath slightly ragged. The quiet doesn't last long before hungrily locking lips. Hands desperately dragging over each other. Like you were both scared that if you stopped the other would disappear.
You crawl into his lap, lips not leaving each other. He sits up wrapping his hands around your back, tracing the strap of your bra.
“Is this still okay?” His fingers fidgeting on the clasp of your bra. He's desperate for you but he won’t cross that line until you let him. His eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.
Gently biting your lip you nod. Your hands are softly resting on his chest. Robby wasted no time effortlessly unhooking your bra. Eagerly dragging it off your arms before gently pressing kisses on your collar bone. Tongue dragging down to the top of your breasts.
His eyes occasionally peering up at your face, studying your reactions. Learning what makes you tick.
“Beautiful” He purrs against your skin.
Robby's fingertips digging into your hips. Your hips gently grind in his lap, hand running up the back of his head in his hair gently tugging. A passing thought of “should you really be doing this?” quickly clouded by the sensation of his tongue on you.
Suddenly without warning Robby flips you onto your back, his big body hovering over you. Finger hooking into the waistband of your pants.
“Lift up” he mumbles, pressing his face briefly into your neck.
You listen without hesitation, he quickly removes your pants and panties. Sitting there silently taking in the sight before leaning down kissing your knee. Big hands dragging up your thighs.
Your back arches, breath hitches, hands reaching for any part of him to touch. He takes his time moving up your leg closer and closer. Inch by inch, he's making you wait for it. Eyes watching you still studying what makes you tick. His whole purpose at this moment is making you feel good.
Robby's lips and tongues heavily focusing on your inner thigh.
“P-Please”
Your head rolling back pushing your core towards him. He pauses only to respond.
“Please what? Please do this?”
Finger finally meeting your wet needy pussy, running down it before teasing your entrance and pulling away.
A groan of frustration escapes your mouth.
“Fuck yes that.”
That's all it takes for him to give in, give you what you need. The side of his face rests against your thigh as his fingers slowly enter scissoring their way in. Your fists balling up the sheets as you grip them.
“God you're so wet already, I've barely started…”
Your head tilts back, not just from pleasure but to hide your embarrassment.
Duh your fucking wet, you’ve wanted this forever.
Robby pushes his face into your thigh kissing his way back up to your core. One hand working inside you, the other on your stomach holding you in place. A tortuous amount of time passes before his mouth reaches your clit. Circling it, sucking it, like he's savoring it. Burning the taste of you into his memory.
Your hands finally release the sheets, now tangled into his hair.
“Oh god-
Fuck Robby”
He smirks against your skin, the hand on your stomach moving up to your chest. None of his movements are rushed, he takes his time. A burning heat spreads through your body as he works you closer to the edge.
Your back arches as you get there, his arm sliding back down to hold you into place. Robby doesn't double his efforts, he holds his pace steady. Fingers curling hitting just the right spot. Mouth lightly vibrator, you swear it was a laugh.
You cross that line.
“Robby…fuck…mmmfff”
You choke out in broken breaths. He smirks against your tender skin, still going prolonging the orgasm. Your hands are still intertwined in his hair tugging, but he doesn't move until you're completely done.
“You taste so good.”
Finally removing his fingers from you, wiping your wetness off his face. But that didn't matter, you still tasted it as he brought his lips up to yours. His hands are desperately trying to remove his pants now, not breaking the kiss. You reach down, helping him just as desperately.
The kiss is broken briefly as he slides his pants off, then rests his forehead against your.
“Is this all still okay?”
He gives you a sheepish smile. You run your fingertips down his neck to his back, tracing circles around it.
“Yeah it's okay, are you okay with it?”
The older man slides his hands up to your face holding it.
“More than okay with it.”
The touch breaks as he rolls over slightly, reaching for his nightstand. Quickly opening the draw, then closing.
“Safety first…doctor” he mutters before tearing open the condom wrapper with his teeth.
You roll your eyes at his casual demeanor, hands still tracing his body.
“Youre a natural at this, you do this often?” you joke, but there's a hint of maybe jealousy.
He doesn't look up at you, as he carefully puts the condom on.
“If by “this” you mean sleep with my coworkers, No I don't do this “often”-” Robby starts.
He finishes rolling the condom down his cock, looking back up at you.
“But if you mean fucking? I've got some mileage."
Robby scans your face trying to read it.
“Is that a problem?”
Your face contours a bit, how can you be jealous? He was fucking before you even learned how to wipe your own ass. You quickly shake your head no.
“No, no I was just curious.”
His cock gently rubbing against your entrance well the two of you decide to “make small talk”. Arms holding him up around you, almost caging you in. The smirk returned to his face.
“So you remember we work together right? I know when you're lying.”
His big brown eyes looking down at you, like he's dissecting the problem. Your hands slow down the tracing.
“If the issue is my age-”
“No-” you quickly cut him off.
There's a pause of silence, both of you really taking in the sight of each other.
“I wanna do this, so just shut up and kiss me old man”
You wrap your hands around the back of his neck pulling him in. Hips bucking up towards him. He wastes no time kissing you back, hungrily. Robby's hand sliding down between your two bodies, guiding his cock to your core.
The kiss breaks as he pushes himself inside.A gasp escaping his mouth. Eyes darting all over your face, he needed to see you during this. You bite your lip so hard you almost taste blood, eyes rolling back in your head only showing the whites of your eyes. Hands sliding down his back.
His pumps started small and gentle. Your nails dragging up his back, almost tearing flesh.
“Goddammit, So fucking soft.” He choked out like it hurt.
The noises leaving you paced with his strokes, small and gentle. Your walls are already clenching at the feeling of him. A deep chuckle came straight from his chest.
“At least give me a fighting chance” He grits his teeth.
You pull his face down into the crook of your neck. Gently nibbling and licking on his now exposed neck. Making his hips move erratically, desperately trying to keep a pace. Too overwhelmed by the tightness, wetness, and softness. Now the feeling of your teeth sinking into his neck.
“Fuck-
Don't-
Wait-” He growls out, but it's too late.
The older man's body caves into the pleasure. He buries his face deep in your neck wrapping his arms under you. Cock twitching inside you around your clenched walls as he spills into the condom.
A cocky grin spread across your face. As Robby lays on top of you exhausted and completely defeated. After a few moments he slowly pulls his cock out.
“You don't play fair.”
The same stupid smile stuck on your face as he turned to look up at you.
“It shouldn't have been that easy.” you tease.
He rolls his eyes and lets out a scoff. Flopping over on his back he removes the condom tying it up, throwing it in a nearby trash bin.
“Give me a bit, I can go again”
His eyes flutter shut.
“Gonna give yourself a heart attack…”
Robby's arm sliding under you bringing you up to him.
“Might be worth it”
He shrugs.
“You've had a long day, Just go to bed Birthday boy”
A faint smile flashes before his eyes flutter shut.
“I'm just gonna recharge”
“Sure” you pat his chest.
Silence fills the room, other than the ticking of the living room clock. Soon replaced by Robby's snoring. You lay there a pile of naked tangled limbs. Sleep soon catches you, your face nuzzled into his chest.
Happy birthday Robby.