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"Wait, how long has it been exactly since you last had sex?"
When Robby had invited Jack over for beers and a game on a Friday night they both had off, that question was the last thing he expected.
For all the things they do share with each other as best friends, conversations about their sex lives have generally been a topic skirted around.
It was his fault for making a comment about them both being single, and that spending their free evenings at home together wasn't going to get them laid.
It was an easy leap from there to where they ended up.
Robby winces. It's long enough that he has to think about it. Just over two years at least. Not that he can admit that out loud.
"Ouch, well, bet your right hand's been getting a workout, right?"
He does his best to school his expression in response, but Jack knows him too well.
"Wait," Jack turns his body away from the TV and looks straight at Robby, "Are you saying you haven't even jerked off in all that time?"
"Of course I have!" Robby says a little too quickly. Jack eyes him down. "I tried, alright? I jerked myself off until I almost gave myself friction burns, but I couldn't quite…get myself there."
"You can't come?"
Robby wrinkles his nose at Jack's bluntness. "That's one crude way to put it, yes."
"You know why?"
He huffs, "I'm sure you have your theories."
"It's because you never fucking turn that brain of yours off. How can you possibly enjoy a good orgasm if you're thinking about Gloria and Press-Ganey scores?"
"Please, for the love of God, never use the words orgasm and Gloria in the same sentence ever again".
"I'm just saying."
"You know you make it sound so easy, turning my brain off, but I've got a department trying to figure out how to work post-pandemic, not enough nurses, Gloria slashing my budget, long wait times, and people attacking my staff despite me begging for more security."
"And that all really fucking sucks," Jack agrees. "I see it all, I do, but you can't bring it home with you. Adamson knew that."
Robby lets out a bitter laugh and gulps down the last of his beer, "Thanks for reminding me I'm not him."
"God, you're impossible sometimes," Jack growls, then moves from the armchair to sit beside Robby on the couch. "I'm trying to help because I don't want to see you burn out. I care about you too much to let that happen."
"So what, you gonna help me get laid?" Robby asks dubiously.
"Let's start with getting you off, shall we?"
"And how exactly are you going to help with that, Doctor Abbot?"
Jack raises a pointed eyebrow, and somehow Robby knows exactly what he's thinking.
"What? No, absolutely not."
"Why not?"
"Because you're my best friend; you don't think it would be weird?"
"It doesn't have to mean anything, Robby," Jack argues. "I'm pretty good at getting myself off, I'm pretty sure I can work my magic on you too."
Robby tries to ignore the way his face flushes at the thought of Jack fisting his own cock roughly.
"Do you trust me?"
Robby gives him a look, "You know I do."
There's no one he trusts more than Jack.
"Then let me do this for you."
Jack's hand curls over Robby's thigh, and Robby's body immediately heats up a few degrees. This is a bad idea. A fucking terrible idea, and yet he just nods dumbly.
"Here?"
"Hell no," Jack shakes his head. "If I'm doing this for you, I'm doing it properly, bedroom," He jerks his head in the direction of Robby's room.
Jack stands up first and looks down at Robby expectantly. Apparently, Robby isn't getting out of this. With a resigned sigh, Robby rises to his feet and immediately finds himself pushed down the hallway to his bedroom.
Jack stops behind him suddenly, "I just need to get something from my bag. Keep going, I'll be there in a moment."
Robby steps into his own bedroom alone and stands there awkwardly until Jack returns with something in his hand. As he enters, Robby is suddenly aware of how rare it is for Jack to be in his room. While he comes over a few times a month, Jack has always respected that Robby's bedroom is off-limits. The last time had to have been late last year when he came down with the flu, and Jack had come to check on him.
He watches for a moment as Jack moves around his room like he's been in it a hundred times, not a handful. He pulls the blinds shut, flicks on the lamp by his bedside and the other floor lamp in the corner, and turns off the main light. When he's done, and the room is bathed in a low yellow glow, he turns back to Robby.
"Where do you keep your lube?" He asks, the blunt question almost blindsiding Robby. For the briefest of moments, he'd forgotten what was about to happen.
"Uh," It's been long enough that Robby has to actually think about it, "Bathroom cabinet, I think?"
Jack's eyebrows rise up into his hairline, "Jeez, you weren't kidding about it being a while." He turns around and ducks into the en suite. He's in there for a minute, Robby listening to the sounds of him rummaging around in the cabinet. Finally, Jack lets out an "Aha!" and reappears with a half-empty bottle in his hand. He chucks it onto the bed.
"What now?" Robby asks.
"Now you strip."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that," Jack confirms.
"With you just watching? I'm not putting on a show for you."
"Robby, I've been a doctor for over twenty years, I've seen every naked body possible, what you have under that old hoodie ain't gonna shock me."
"You really know how to put on the charm, don't you?"
" I know what you're doing, you know. Stop stalling."
"Look, if I'm stripping, I think you should too; it's only fair,"Robby counters quickly.
"Seriously?"
"This is all your idea, are you not up for it?"
"Fine," Jack grabs the hem of his sweater and yanks it up over his head.
Robby matches his movements, item for item. His hoodie is unzipped and slips from his shoulders first, then as Jack's undershirt gets removed, so does his. Finally, Robby undoes his pants and pushes them to the ground, while Jack does the same.
"You can leave those on for now," Jack tells him as Robby hooks his fingers into the elastic of his boxers.
"I thought the whole point of this was to get me off."
"The whole point is to get you to relax and switch your brain off long enough to get you off. You're going to need a little patience here," Jack reminds him. "Now get on the bed, face down."
Robby arches an eyebrow at him.
"You said you trusted me," Jack reminds him.
Robby sighs, because yes, he did say that, and he did mean it. With one last glance at Jack, he climbs onto the bed, lying down on his stomach, his head pressed into a pillow. A moment later, he feels the mattress sink beside him as Jack joins him on the bed.
There's a pause as he listens to Jack removing his prosthetic, and then the sound of a lid popping open fills the silence between them, followed by the squelching sound of something being squeezed out of a bottle.
"I keep some of this lotion in my bag," Jack begins to explain, like he can read Robby's mind. "It's good to massage my residual limb, helps with blood flow, reduces swelling, helps with the phantom pain sometimes too," he continues softly, and Robby listens quietly. Jack doesn't talk about his amputation much, and so when he does, Robby just shuts up. "Anyway, I've learned a thing or two from my physiotherapist, and I think it's time I showed you."
Robby sucks in a sharp breath when Jack's warm hands press down on his back, his palms slick with lotion. As Jack slides his hands up and down to spread the lotion, Robby's body begins to relax, his eyes sliding shut. As his body softens under Jack's touch, Jack begins to press in deeper with his thumbs, digging into tight muscle and loosening knots he finds.
"Jesus, Robby…your back is more knots than muscle at this point."
He digs into a particularly tender deltoid muscle, Robby hissing softly.
"Sorry," Jack apologises and moves onto his other shoulder.
Jack's hands expertly push and knead into Robby's muscles until he's a puddle on the bed. His fingers slide down his spine smoothly, press down into the small of his back, up to his shoulders and then up his neck and into his hair to give his scalp a massage. Robby practically purrs into the pillow, unable to tell how much time has passed since Jack began.
When he feels Jack's hands lift off him, he almost whimpers, and Jack lets out an amused huff.
"I guess that helped?" Jack asks softly, wiping his hands on the bed covers.
Robby just groans, words failing him.
"Turn over."
Robby steels himself with a deep breath and slowly turns over onto his back. Their eyes meet as Jack reaches across and hooks his fingers into the elastic of Robby's boxers. He pauses, momentarily, giving Robby one last chance to back out. They could pretend a massage was all Jack was offering. He could get dressed again, and they could go back out to the living room and act like nothing had happened.
Instead, he lifts his ass up off the bed, allowing Jack to pull them off his body with ease. Jack silently pulls the underwear off his legs and drops them on the floor. When Jack turns back to him, Robby just lies there as Jack takes him all in.
Robby knows what he looks like. Even when he was a young, energetic resident, he'd never quite managed to get abs. He has the body of a fifty-year-old man who's never quite looked after himself properly.
"I know," Robby winces, misinterpreting Jack's expression. "I spend too much time eating shitty food and standing under fluorescent lighting, I don't remember the last time I actually hit the gym, do as I say, not as I do, right?"
"You're an idiot," Jack just tells him. "For such a smart guy, of course."
Robby's eyes flick down to his body. His flaccid cock nestled between his legs, surrounded by wiry hair starting to go grey, just like his beard. He wonders if this is a futile endeavour. It's embarrassing enough that he needs his best friend to help him get off. It'll be worse if he still can't come, even with some help.
"Don't worry if I don't get hard, like I said, it's been a while."
Jack gives him a cocky look, "Oh, I'm absolutely going to get you hard, you're the one that doesn't have to worry."
Surprisingly, his dick twitches at that, like it knows what's about to happen.
"Tell me," Jack reaches across the bed to grab the bottle of lube he'd thrown there earlier. "What gets you hard?"
"Seriously?"
"C'mon, we're way past boundaries at this point, and this is part of helping you come, remember? What do you think about when you jerk off?"
You, Robby's mind supplies far too quickly. Luckily, he's able to keep the thought at bay.
"Um," Robby frowns, too focused on the sound of the bottle cap opening. He stares up at the ceiling and racks his brain, "I don't know."
"There must be something," Jack pushes.
"Just the usual stuff," Robby shrugs, hoping Jack would just drop it. Despite the massage, his shoulders begin to tense up again. "I'm really not that adventurous."
"Everyone says that, but everyone has a kinky side."
"This is the whole problem," Robby huffs in frustration, "Porn does absolutely nothing for me, I'm not interested in casual sex, and the sex I have had has been pretty vanilla. I try to enjoy the moment, focus on what I like, but then I start thinking about work and the pile of admin waiting for me and Gloria's voice telling me I'm not doing enough and how can I possibly enjoy myself when just a few hours previously I held a woman's hand after telling her her husband had died, y'know?"
"Hey, it's alright," Jack drops the bottle and lays his hand on Robby's thigh, high enough to cut through the noise in Robby's mind, "I get it, I really do."
"Can we just get on with this?" Robby begs.
"Just so you know," He begins calmly as he pulls at one of Robby's legs, widening the gap to sit between them. "We're doing this properly. It'll take as long as it takes; there's no rushing things"
In this new position, Jack has a direct line of sight up Robby's body. He can see the way Robby's chest hitches when his hands lower down onto each knee and slowly slide up his thighs. They reach the crease where his legs meet his body, then glide back down again.
"I still can't believe you're doing this."
Jack smiles in response, "I'm just a friend lending a hand."
A friend, right. Robby wants to laugh. None of his other friends would offer to do this for him. He doesn't know how he's supposed to look Jack in the eyes after this, pretend he doesn't know what it's like to have Jack's hand around his cock.
He repeats the action, his hands pressing deeper into the muscle this time, his thumbs sweeping against the softer, sensitive skin of his inner thighs on the way up. Robby inhales sharply. When he repeats the motion a third time, Robby whines under his breath.
"Jack."
"I told you I'm doing this properly."
"There's taking things slowly, and there's moving at a glacial pace. I'm not getting any younger here."
Jack chuckles softly, "Alright,"
Jack's hand lifts off his thigh and reaches for the discarded bottle of lube once more. The squirt of the slippery liquid into his open palm is almost obscene, and Robby bites his lip almost to the point of bleeding as the anticipation builds.
Finally, Robby watches as Jack reaches purposefully between his legs. Jack's fingers curl carefully around his soft cock, the heat of his hand around him alighting something in him almost immediately.
"Oh," Robby breathes out.
He begins to harden under Jack's touch, Jack encouraging him along with steady strokes.
"That's it," Jack praises him, like Robby has any control over his body, "You're doing so well."
The words send a shiver down Robby's spine. His cock continues to fill, the tip turning a dark purply red.
"See?" Jack grins cockily.
Robby bites his tongue from admitting to Jack that it has nothing to do with his technique and everything to do with whose hand is on his dick.
Jack spreads the lube over every inch of Robby's now erect cock, and it glistens in the low light. He's too focused on Jack's hand around him to notice the way Jack licks his lips, or the way his eyes have darkened.
It feels like the room heats up a few degrees, enough for his chest to flush red, and his entire focus narrows down to just Jack and the hand on his dick.
Jack doesn't change his pace once Robby is fully hard. His hand squeezes Robby firmly and strokes up almost agonisingly slow. His thumb swipes over the tip, dipping teasingly across the slit, before his fist glides all the way back down to the root once more. He repeats the motion over and over until Robby's breath shudders and there's a growing tightness in his groin.
It's not just deliberate, it's fucking methodical.
Jack's hand is hot and tight, sliding deliciously over every ridge and vein. All Robby can think about is Jack's thumb, spreading pre-cum over the smooth head of his cock every time he reaches the tip. Every part of him gets Jack's full attention, and each stroke is pure perfection.
"Fucking hell, Jack," Robby can't help the way his hips drive up as Jack's grip strokes back down. Jack grins, relishing in the responses he's drawing out of Robby.
It's good, but he's got this far by himself before. He's driven himself crazy with his own hand. It's the next part he's been struggling with.
Without words, Jack seems to sense he needs more, and he moans the temporary loss of Jack's hand on him as he gets more lube. The hand is back on him before he knows it, and his whole body melts back onto the bed. Then, before Robby can prepare himself, a second hand is on him, first cupping his balls softly, then dipping lower.
"Oh, yeah, that's good," he murmurs as fingers press against his perineum, then continue the journey down.
"Spread your legs a little more for me," Jack requests, and Robby immediately does as he's told, feeling a spark of excitement shoot up his spine as he realises what Jack is planning.
He feels a finger circle his hole gently, testing the muscle, giving Robby plenty of notice before it pushes in. Robby gasps, his eyes sliding shut as he feels every millimetre of the intrusion. It's been far too long since he last had a man in his bed, and it burns slightly as Jack's finger begins to stretch him. Jack keeps up the steady stroke of his cock as he pushes in as far as his finger will go before pulling almost all the way out and driving it back in again. He does that a few times until he feels Robby is ready for more, and Robby's mouth falls open as a second finger begins pushing in, stretching him even more, penetrating him deep.
"I knew you would like this," Jack sighs, fucking Robby slowly with his fingers. "Knew you'd be so hot and tight, clamping down on me like you're desperate."
The words make Robby feel lightheaded. He wants Jack to know what they do to him, but his mouth is dry and all he can do is lie there and take what Jack is giving him.
Out of nowhere, the pads of Jack's fingers skim against the bundle of nerves deep inside him, and the shock forces his hips up off the bed, pushing into Jack's fist.
"Oh fuck," Robby grits out.
"Found it," Jack replies with a pleased smile.
Once Jack has located his prostate, his fingers caress the sweet spot inside of him steadily. Every time Robby starts to feel like it's all too much, Jack pulls back, switching to fucking him gently with his fingers until Robby relaxes again. As soon as Robby begins to relax, his fingers once again find his prostate and brush against it eagerly.
It goes like that for what feels like hours. Jack winds Robby up, bringing him closer and closer to the edge, then stops, letting the pleasure begin to fade before starting up again. It's driving Robby to somewhere he's not sure he's ever been before. He's had good sex, but this is something more than that. Jack has left him desperate, his mind hazy, his extremities tingling, his skin burning hot and sweaty. It's all too much and not enough. He longs for Jack to push him over the edge whilst wishing it never ends.
"Please," Robby begs, his hips rolling into Jack's fist and then down onto his fingers. "Please."
"I've got you…let me get you there, I promise," Jack murmurs, the steady strokes of his fist and the insistent brushes against Robby's prostate ramping up until there's nothing in Robby's world except the hand on his cock and the fingers deep inside him.
Jack doesn't stop. He squeezes Robby tighter, strokes a little faster, brushes against his prostate a little firmer, and Robby can feel it all building inside of him. There's a coil, tightening and tightening and a heat climbing until he feels like he might just combust. His body trembles as the impending orgasm grows closer.
"I know you can do it…c'mon, Michael, let yourself go."
There's a flash of white sparks behind his eyelids as the orgasm slams into him with such an unexpected force that it lifts him off the mattress and makes him gasp for air. It's intense and strong, like it's been building up this time, waiting for this moment. Jack works him through it, a little gentler, milking his cock as he comes, painting his own chest and Jack's hand. A final brush against his prostate encourages a couple more spurts of come, leaving him covered in the slick fluid.
His body hums.
He doesn't remember much else. Spent and overwhelmed, his eyes roll back into his head.
When his eyes open again, he's not sure how much time has passed. There's a blanket covering his body, and he's been cleaned up. His limbs are heavy and loose, and he can still feel the hum of his explosive orgasm course through him. There's no immediate sign of Jack, his clothes missing from Robby's bedroom floor, and he's both relieved and disappointed at the same time.
It's easier this way.
They can see each other at work and pretend that nothing happened.
"You know, I've never made someone pass out from coming so hard before."
Robby's head snaps to the doorway to find Jack there, glass of water in his hand.
"Gotta thank you for puffing up my ego a little." He gives Robby a playful smirk.
"You're still here."
Jack steps into the room and puts the glass of water on Robby's nightstand.
"I wanted to make sure you're okay first," Jack shrugs. "So, you good?"
Robby blushes, "Really good, thank you."
"You're very welcome," Jack leers.
"You, uh, you have some talented hands there."
"My mouth is pretty talented, too."
Robby's body flushes at Jack's words. Something pleasant stirs inside him, despite having come fairly recently, "Yeah?"
"You know," Jack begins, lowering himself down onto the edge of the bed. "This doesn't have to be a one-time thing," he suggests.
"Is that what you want?" Robby asks carefully. Robby can't let himself hope, especially when what Jack is suggesting sounds far too casual for Robby's liking.
Slowly, giving Robby time to say no, Jack reaches for the edge of the blanket he'd covered Robby with earlier and pulls it away, revealing Robby's naked body.
"Do you realise what you do to me?" Jack admits, reaching out to spread his hand over Robby's thigh. "Do you know how fucking hard you made me? The sounds you were making, the way you fucked yourself on my fingers?" Jack's hand slides up Robby's thigh as he speaks, and Robby's breath hitches.
"What do you want?" Robby asks directly, needing Jack to say the words.
"Isn't it obvious?" Jack asks. "I thought I could handle just having just a small bit of you, giving you what you need, lending a hand like a good friend, but I want a lot more, I want all of you."
"What about us?" Robby tries to ignore the way his cock twitches in response to Jack's teasing touch.
Jack meets his eyes, "I want that too, I have for a while…I just got very good at storing my feelings away in a box. After today, I don't think there's any avoiding them now…so what do you say?"
Robby's heart races in his chest. Jack is offering him everything on a silver platter. All he has to do is say yes.
"I said no earlier because I knew that afterwards, I couldn't go back to pretending we were just friends… I've wanted you for a while, too," Robby confesses.
Jack's shoulders relax, "Okay then", he nods, "let's not be friends."
Robby laughs, the tension releasing from his body, "I'd like that."
"Good, because I've wanted to get my mouth on your cock since the minute I laid eyes on it," Jack reveals, his voice dropping an octave.
"Oh yeah? Who's stopping you?"
Jack's eyes flash with desire, and he immediately lowers his head between Robby's legs.
"Wait, stop."
Jack stops, glancing up at Robby in amusement, "Getting mixed signals here."
"Kiss me, I'm not having your lips on my dick before I've kissed them."
Jack laughs and does as he's told, crawling up the bed and covering Robby's body with his own until their faces are inches apart. Robby frames Jack's face with both hands and tugs him in until their lips finally meet. The kiss isn't chaste or polite, not when Robby's still enjoying the high of a fucking fantastic orgasm. It's deep and filthy, all tongues, and stubble meeting beard. Jack's mouth is hot and wet against his, hungry and demanding. It's everything Robby needs, whilst making him need so much more.
He gasps as they separate, sucking in lungfuls of much-needed oxygen.
"Can I blow you now?"
Robby grins, "Go right ahead."
A shiver runs down Robby's spine as Jack moves back down his body, kissing sections of skin as he goes. He doesn't know if he'll be able to get it up so soon after coming his brains out, but he's sure that if anyone can get him hard again, it's Jack Abbot.
As Jack swallows him down a few moments later, his cock immediately begins filling in Jack's mouth. Robby's head sinks back into the pillow, his hand sliding into Jack's hair as he thinks about how he'll return the favour later.