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“You’re supposed to be off today?” Robby said the second you walked around the corner.
“You know all the EMTs' schedules or just the cute ones?” You ask as you continue to walk towards the nurses' station, and he scoffs at the absurdity. But it’s a grin on the cranky old man, nonetheless; it’s too easy for you to get these days.
You walk to Dana, and she holds up a plastic bag for you.
“What are those?” Robby asks, and you try not to bristle.
But Dana is quicker than you.
“You writing a book?”
“Wow,” he lifts his glasses off his nose now.
Only for the charge nurse to feel pleased as she delivers:
“Keep that chapter out, hurts to hear the old ones, doesn’t it?”
You are wearing a big EMT coat, and you slide the plastic bag into your jacket.
“You guys selling drugs in my ED?” He jokes, not believing it. Which isn’t great to kid about after Langdon, but he’s not on rotation.
“Only the good stuff, you want in?” Dana jabs again, her glasses being pushed up as she reads a chart.
Robby’s gaze falls back onto you; it’s so authoritative. Stern and yet concerned, you almost get wet.
“Don’t look at me, I’ve already sold her my appendix. I don’t get to go another round until after the green puss stops oozing out of the incision.” You say dryly.
Now Dana chuckles, it’s easy, it’s light.
“You two shouldn’t ever be in kahootz.” He waives his finger back and forth at your innocent statures.
“Hey, how else do you think I’m gonna pay for my fancy dinners?” You add in only for Cassie, who’s sitting, charting, pretending not to listen to chime in.
“Feet picks?” She offers and everyone's eyes flick over to her. Her tired mouth doesn’t lift, simply watches back like ‘it was just an idea.’
“I gotta go, my shift ended an hour ago.” You say as you check your watch.
Robby’s ready to rattle off information to Dana when the motion of your wrist stops him.
“Is that-the same watch Abbot has?”
You smirk as you look at the old watch.
“Yeah, it is, I accidentally broke mine last shift.” You input, still cranky at the old lady who seemed to have the strength of the Hulk as she collided with you, and you the wall. You liked that watch too, it had dinosaurs on it.
Another EMT whooshed by you three. McKay got up to assist, seeing Langdon trying his best to tell the woman with a pencil in her lip not to talk.
Robinavitch stands stalk still, his feet unyielding, the way his mind was trying to do the math was comical.
“Oh so, not the same type…but the same same.” Robby’s words are coming out of his mouth, but his mind is making the dial up noise real time.
Dana tries to not get enjoyment out of this exchange, but her demeanor isn’t hiding it very well.
“So you later!”
You and Dana both laugh, she hands you a clipboard and you start to sign the document.
“You have a great shift Dr. Robinavitch.” You say, but as you click the pen and hand it back to Dana.
His feet turn back on, and you walk towards the exit, but he’s spry for an old man.
“You and Abbott?” He says in the middle of the Pitt.
You aren’t shy, but you don’t really want to discuss this and hold the plastic bag in your coat.
“Uh, yeah no, yeah. I mean if he didn’t tell you maybe I shouldn’t-”
“No, no I mean hey, I think that’s great. Jacks the best man I’ve ever met.” Robbys is over-talking; you hadn’t seen this side of him before.
You move to side step him, but he’s in front of you again, shaking his head. Like a lawnmower cord being ripped before the engine roared to life.
“What?” You hate that you are doing this, you want to stop engaging.
“No, no, no.” Robby says, and it’s two too many ‘no’s’.
The man could save a person's life, but he couldn’t seem to wrap his mind around the idea of casual sex.
“It’s just-” He says, wrapping his arms around his torso, stacking them like he was holding himself back.
Ah - that was it. Robby understood casual sex, just not you having it then.
“What? I’m not good enough for Abbott?” You interject, a little offended, scratch that. Downright done with this conversation, you work to move around him but this man isn’t letting it go.
His arms dropped from their defensive hold of himself and he panicked, voice raising.
“I never said that?”
“Are you wanting to ask him out, because we’re just having sex. In fact I told him he was getting a little too attached. So if you’d like he’s all yours.” You interject, half lie half true (mostly lie) but it’s more the mindgame of watching this man's ears turn red, and his social niceties fail.
Like heat to an anthill.
You observe as three sentences started in his mind and then got muddy as he tried to decipher all of that.
A few nurses were pretenidng not to listen now.
“I-Abbott and I are friends-that’s now what this is about.” He insisted, and now you're sure he’s being offensive.
“Is there something wrong with me, Dr. Robinavitch?” Your tone hardens, your shoulder square.
“I didn’t-” He snaps back too harshly and you laugh at the insinuation you somehow shouldn’t fuck Jack Abbot.
“Robby, why don’t you two take this outside?” Dana offers, but you don’t want to have it inside or outside.
The change in venue won’t save this.
“No, we’re done. Have a good shift, Dana,” you say around your shoulder. Waiving at her and Santos, who are listening too interested in how this will play out.
You move around Robby, and you think you might be able to get out now, but his sneakers squeak as he does a mini jog motion to catch up to you.
The glass double doors slides open, and the air hits your face.
“I just didn’t think you were his type!” Robby says to your back and you close your eyes and your head lolls back.
But still, you turn around with a fake smile that hurts you to plaster on.
“What type would that be? Young? Not a doctor? Say it, Robby.”
“Say what?” He’s actually a little afraid now, he’s got a foot and a half on you, twice the shoulder and scruff.
But he seems smaller now somehow.
“Say you thought he wouldn’t want to fuck the transgender guy. Just say it, and I can leave.”
Robby’s jaw drops, and you want to go in your shitty car, and drive home. Take a shower to get the sweat off your body and forget you ever talked to him about this.
“Robby, let’s not play this game. I don’t need you to pretend you don’t know. I came in to get syringes. I’m out. Jack’s your buddy, I’m sure he tells you about what I like in bed. What I’m like in bed. I like older guys, and dirty sex. I’m the only EMT who gets asked to hang out at bars after shift. Let’s not ruin that. Okay?” The monologue stills at the end.
Robby’s jaw had not returned from the floor.
So you just stood there like an idiot.
“You-” He starts and loses it again.
“I’m kinda shocked he didn’t tell you. He asked me if I’d ever date anyone romantically. And he wasn’t happy when I said I’d only date you. But you’d never get your head out of your ass to figure all that out.” You laugh at your own admission. God, you needed to stop talking.
Your hand goes down to your dickies pants to find the carabiner clipped on.
“You-” Robby babbles again but you’re finished with this.
“Have a nice life, Robinavitch.” You say and walk off towards where you hope you parked your car but damn that was 14 hours ago. And now you really don’t remember shit.
But you slip off the coat, the sun heating your torso is welcomed after a long shift. You bunch the coat under your arm and then slip off the button-down shirt, not wanting to hold work onto your back for one more minute.
The white tank top is a gym shirt, it’s arm holes looped low to show your torso.
The season depression in you needed as many rays as possible, you didn’t care that the corners of your surgery scars poked out just a bit.
Fuck em.
You let out a long breath, and looked up into the end of a really pretty afternoon.
“WAIT!” Robby shouts after you again, but you aren’t slowing down.
You hear his ID badge and stethoscope clank as he runs after you.
What every damsel in distress wants to hear. A hunky man with thick biceps and peppered greys in his scruffy beard ran to the rescue.
Only you’d put yourself through training, and you’d bought your car outright now, and you didn’t need a big, strong man to save you anymore.
“Hold up,” he tries again as he gets closer, but there’s something thin and threatening about him now.
The thick veins in his neck are pumping; you can see the gold chain in the sunlight right above his scrubs.
Before this, you would have loved to sit on Doctor Daddy’s lap. Lick from his jugular vein down, have him demand you to name each muscle and tendon. You would have done it. Fuck who were you kidding? You’d still go mad to hump his lap and spout off medical flashcards.
But here he was, cutting you off from the parkinglot, staring at you.
Just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.
Fuck, you needed to go home, you were going nuts.
“Robby, you have an ED to run, I had a burrito to crush. Let’s not do this.” Your whole body is screaming for you to go to bed.
Robby’s a little out of breath, but he’s ready to read you the riot act.
All authority and frustrated, he must have been so tired of it all.
“You’re telling me you’re so into me that you - what? Went out and fucked Abbott?” He snarls, and you didn’t think he’d be one for jealousy.
You snort at the display, finding the whole thing funny now.
“You’re being ridiculous. Like the whole ED doesn’t know about you and Whittaker!” You fight back, but it in turn, just sounds like you're jealous.
You're not; you are an almost thirty-year-old man with the ability to have multiple orgasms.
Abbott was cute, you also had a thing with a nurse at another hospital. You were keeping your options open, you were having fun.
But looking at the way Robby’s adams apple bobbed up and down did not make you want to play the field, not at all.
It made you want to put his name as Daddy in your phone and see if he could swallow your silicone with the same intensity he gave to his work ethic.
His eyebrows raise at the accusation. And then he gives you a tight smile, and you don’t believe it.
No.
No one was riding him at night like my little pony? What a travesty. You were sure his shaft was thick enough to push your womb around like bumper cars.
God, you’d take him raw, too.
“You’re telling me you didn’t fuck Whittaker?” You try to keep your tone level but it doesn’t work.
“No, no, I’ve been trying to get an EMT I even figured out his schedule. But I’m old, and I don’t know how you kids do this-“ Robby says anxiously, looking over your shoulder at the Emergency Room entrance stressed.
You take a minute as he peeks to see if an ambulance is coming, or worse Dana yelling at him to get back in there.
“You got patients, you gotta go.” You insist, really wanting out of this conversation. And he’s shaking his head.
“I covered, I was off an hour ago, I just need to-” He points and you see the stress in the lines on his face.
He’s given his whole life to this department.
What would he be like outside of it?
You tilt your head to the side sadly.
“Well, you should get back to it. It would have never worked out anyway.” You say honestly, and his neck jerks back like you’d burned him.
“No?” He pretends to be less interested, but he’s too old to pretend not to be this horny.
“No, you see, I’m a lot of work.” You try to joke but he’s smiling now.
“I’m really in need of a-a hobby. It seems, you see my bike is in the shop and-”
“You’ve missed something to ride in that time?” You joke, and he’s laughing now, really laughing.
That twinkle in his eye tells you he still had a good time in him, if you could just dust off that low self-esteem and give his depression a new coat of paint. Maybe Dr. Robinavitch was the exception to the rule, a fixer-upper who simply needed a good home.
A few scratches behind his ears, someone to hold his head in their lap at night.
To sleep on his chest, listen to a few rainstorms together, fuck you’d even let him be big spoon if he played footsy with you under the covers.
Robby swallowed and stared at you, and you realized he was saving this moment like a memory. Something to hurt himself with later, poor, sad man.
“Well, I’m kinda too giant and too old for you.” He tries to play the same game and it doesn’t work.
You’re laughing, and he realizes too slowly why you’re laughing and a faint blush grows on his cheeks.
You eye the bottom string of his scrubs as if you can see through them.
“I don’t know, Abbott's pretty big and I don’t kick him out of bed.”
Now Robby’s chest puffs out, daw and he was doing so well too.
You walk towards him, and to his benefit, he doesn’t back down.
“Let me see your hands.” You instruct, and he’s bashful, thinking for a moment too long and you give him an impatient noise.
He gives in, good sign, good sport.
You put your hand up flat, and he doesn’t make fun of you.
Robby raises his worn hand; it’s got sun spots, big veins, scars he can’t forget. These hands that saved so many, but that he could only remember for not being skilled enough, fast enough, worthy.
The bits of hair on his hands isn’t what gives him the nickname Daddy, but it doesn’t hurt.
Abbotts got more freckles; you’d used a sharpie in bed one morning to connect them like a child with a crayon.
But Robby, well you couldn’t miss how he stilled his own hands. Not allowing them to shake in your presence, oh sweet man.
What has the world done to you?
You press your hands to his, you’ve both got callouses, and stories. Your hand, after a few years on T started to resemble something closer to masculine. Your tiny tattoo between your fingers from a lifetime ago.
But as your fingertips press against his, your palm folding into his for the first time.
You can’t stop the smile, and Robby mirrors it, not sure what sort of test this is. But if it means an adventure with you, he’s not about to miss the opportunity to find out.
You move your hand into a fist, and he follows the movement; you press your knuckles to his. A long fist bump. The breeze moves some of his arm hair but you’re too busy to notice such small things.
You’re sizing this man up, but not in the way he might think.
“Is there a fisting joke in this?” Robby asks and you laugh bubbles up and you can’t control it.
“Easy partner, you thought you were too big for me a minute ago! Now you want to stick your fist inside of me!” You flirt back and notice that he doesn’t shy away from the idea.
“Is this, I mean, is that what you and Dr. Abbott do?” He arches one eyebrow and fuck if he isn’t so charming it hurts.
“Why don’t you worry about what you and I are going to do, huh?” You say back and he licks his bottom lip.
Down boy.
“I gotta finish out, um will you wait?”
“Depends,” you say back and his shoulders raise just enough.
He’s afraid this moment will end, and you let him sweat - just a little bit.
“On?” Robby is hopeful, what beauty.
“What are your intentions with me Doctor?” You can’t help it, his smile is too pretty.
“You uh-you want to get something to eat?” He says slowly, thats it, keep it up.
“And then what?” You lean forward, and Robby loses his breath.
“Then -then I can give you that shot.” The old man responds and you giggle.
“Oh?”
“Yeah, right on your butt. I don’t know if you know this-” He moves his fist, opening it and holding your hand, bringing it to his chest and you hate that you swoon right there.
“I’m a doctor.” He says with a cheesy smile, and fuck it, it works.
You're grinning big back at him.
“Robby?”
“Yes, sweet boy?” He nicknames, and you glare at him, he shouldn’t make you wet from such a tender thing. Here in a parking lot, a siren noise is close by and it’s like a timer to your romance is about to go off.
He doesn’t let go of your arm, and you think he’s just as scared as you are.
“What do you want?” You say back, hoping whatever he responds, your heart will be able to handle.
That maybe all this fun had equipped you for whatever heartbreak this man was sure to deliver.
The old man looks down at your hand and uncurls your fingers from their fist. He’s gentle, he’s sure, he’s everything you wanted.
Robby gathers his courage and flips your hand over, his finger pushing in your palm the length of your lifeline before his gaze zeros in on you and he says;
“I want more than what they have.”
It’s better than what you could have imagined.
“Okay.” You try out, and his eyes light up.
“Okay.” Robby repeats.
Someone’s yelling his name as the ambulance doors open just behind you.
He looks over at them and back at you.
“Stay and drink bad coffee, and then I’ll take you out to eat. Anywhere you want, your pick.”
“You think I’m going to just wait around for you to love me, huh?” You throw the word out and Robby likes it.
He leans down and kisses your ring finger, that finger, damn fucking asshole.
But he looks back at you as he starts to walk towards the ambulanc.
“Don’t call Abbott! You’re mine!” He yells out as he runs towards the ambulance.
“You’ve got a leg up on him!” You make the joke, and Robby twists to shout back.
“THAT'S NOT FUNNY! TEN MINUTES!” He says but as you spot the man on the gurney you sigh.
You look down at the hand he’d just kissed as he disappears back into the pitt.
You look at your wedding ring finger that’s bare, minus the kiss he’d placed on it.
“This is so not happening, fuck.” You say to the digit before groaning and stomping in the parking lot.
You grab your car keys, cursing to yourself the whole way, but you find your car and dump your jacket and plastic bag in there and walk back into the building.
“Ten minutes, and if he’s late I’m going on Grindr and whoever hot single man who looks like him I’m climbing like boots from mother fucking dora the explorder.” You speak out loud walking back in and hear Abbot clear his throat and you jump out of your skin.
Ready to punch whoever came up behind you, only to see him in full gear.
“God damn it, why don’t you have a normal hobby!”
He leans forward and kisses the bit of scruff on your own cheek.
“You wouldn’t like me if I were normal. Did I hear you making a leg joke?” He says his hands are coming out to grab your hips.
“Now that hits below the belt don’t you think?” He jokes back, with mischievous, kinky smirk.
You swat his hands away and Dana spots you too and you see her glaring now.
“Hey, don’t touch my EMT!” She says and Abbott is confused eyeing her and then you.
“Damn boy, you get around.” He flirts good natured.
“Fuck you!” You say too loudly and now the blonde nurse thinks this is funny as hell.
“Abbott, if you like your fingers I’d release him. Seems you're punching above your weight limit now.” She says, leaning across the nurses' station countertop.
“Hey, you’re married and have beautiful children. Can you let a boy be a hoe?” You grind out through your teeth but Abbott pinches your side and you push him again.
“What’s she talking about? What was that in the parkinglot?” Jack asks, and his hair is doing that little Clark Kent curl. And he’s looking at you with those big eyes, god damn.
“Robinavitch is taking me out.” You say simply and he leans back just a little.
“Robby Robinavitch?” Jack clarifies, needing the extra words.
“That’s the one.” You respond, not about to be slut shamed in the middle of the pitt.
“I thought you were my cum hungry twink?” He asks, but he’s got that humor on his side.
“I never said we were exclusive.” You reason back, and he’s scratching his chin like this was a big puzzle.
But he leans forward to whisper in your ear;
“Yeah but that nurse across town didn’t make you squirt when he came inside of you now did he? Oh right, you never let him cum inside of you.” His breath hits your ear, and you try not to shiver.
But you push against his camo vest, and he’s giggling at his own shot.
“You’re really funny,” you say sarcasticly.
“Where is the old dog?” Jack asks, putting his hands in his vest, and you know it’s because of his inability to keep those big hands to himself.
“You’re just so easy to pick up, so easy to make squirm when I touch- why wouldn’t I grab you baby?’
He’d said right as he’d taken you into the bathroom to fuck you.
Yeah okay, so you had a Daddy kink, so what.
“Trauma 2,” Dana says, looking down at the computer like she wasn’t mom listening to every word.
“Thank you so much!” You say back with venom but she’s all too happy to help as she pushes the glasses down her nose to look at Mr. Nightshift.
“Don’t fist fight in my ED, got it, Mr?”
Abbott puts to hands up like she was the weapon.
“It’s a simple misunderstanding, the old boy just didn’t realize he was pissing on the wrong tree.” He says, and the memory of Jack waking up in the morning came back to you, making you blush.
“What’s it like?”
You asked as he moved off your bed to the bathroom.
“What babyboy?” He’d yawned and you nodded to his half hard penis, it was still slick from you.
“You wanna come hold it?” Jack asked and you almost said no just on reflex.
Thinking he was just joking, but Abbott was nothing if not sweet to the bone.
You’d half expected his cum on your tongue to taste like cinnamon spice.
“You serious?” You tried to laugh self-deprecatingly but he nodded.
“Get in here, I gotta go baby.” He laughed himself, he held the side of the doorframe and you got up on shaky legs (after being railed). To hold him as he pissed, and then you two got creative.
Abbott twisted to you and winked, seemed he remembered it too.
A new kink for you both was quickly found.
“Jack, don’t-” You say but he shakes his head.
“It’s alright, if he wants a shot we’ll sort it like grown men.”
Your head falls, and you look to the ground.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of.”
You make your way to him as soon as he’s in the hall, grabbing his big bicep and squeezing.
He stops and looks at you, and you try to pull him aside out of the walkway. Holding his arm like it’s his leash.
“Jack, we had fun. It was really good, I’m not saying it wasn’t. But Robby isn’t just a sex thing. He wants to date, and I want to give him that chance.” You insist.
“Yeah, what about me?” Abbot lifts his head, and he’s taller, towering over you, his bottom lip sticking out just enough.
“What?”
“You never told me we could date? I want to date. Let’s date.” He insists and your eyes bulge.
“No, no you wait you couldn’t-”
“Yeah well that was before we spent time together, and before I learned you cum when I do that thing with my tongue-” He says through the corner of his mouth like it’s the best kept secret and you're squeezing his arm again.
“Shhhh, God I do work here!” You saw through angry, hushed tones.
“Did you have a good time when we were together?” Abbott asks a little suspiciously, and it hurts your heart. How could he think otherwise?
“Of course,” you say back just as fast and he’s instantly calm again.
“Good, then Robby and I will talk. If he’s not willing to step aside, we’ll just have to figure it out.” Abbott walks too fast for a man with a prosthetic, and you can’t keep up with him as he’s making his way down the hallway once more.
“What?” You shriek a little too scared.
Abbott turns back with a dirty grin;
“You always did like double penetration, now we’ll put your money where your mouth is.”
He says, and you groan again like a teenager following him.
“Now’s really not the time!” You try again but Robby is walking out of the trauma room as he’s throwing his gloves at the trash.
He see’s you and his face is wholesome and adorable, then he sees Jack in his vest and his expression changes.
“Jack?”
“Robby.”
“You’re not supposed to be here, you good brother?” He asks first, but his eyes flick to you and then back to him.
“Still just as cute as ever, hey, we’ve both seemed to fall for the same cute boy with delicious ass. Mind figuring it out in the break room with me?”
Robby gives a few awkward chuckles but he’s looking at you now.
You honestly have no words and he’s looking back at his friend.
“Sure.” He nods, not backing down like you’d assumed.
“No, fuck I’m hungry. Can you two like-do this over a steak?” You say and the two of them seem to consider it.
You think maybe Abbott would say something about his shift starting later, or Robby would say forget it and be broody and sad.
But they communicate with their eyes before both seeming to make up their minds.
“You want to go brewhouse?” Jack asks Robby and not you, and he scratches the back of his head.
“Do they have-”
“On tap,” Jack claps the back of his shoulder and the two grin at each other.
“Oh my god, you guys are so gay.” You can’t believe this, how were they not dating already?
What was happening?
“Can you eat a whole ribeye or are you one of those guys who only eats like a rabbit?” Robby asks you but you three are walking towards the exit.
“Oh no, baby can eat. You should see him eat a burger, blood and ketchup everywhere.” Abbot makes gross hand gestures to his own face.
“I don’t think I like this, I’m going back to the nurse.” You say outloud but Robby puts his hand on the back of your neck to guide you out the door.
Abbott spanks your right butt cheek, and you yelp.
“Night Dana!” Robby calls and the woman smirks at the sight.
“Night boys,” Her tone knows too much, and you are blushing from your red butt cheek to your ears.
“I walked in with a booty call, what the fuck is happening right now.” You say out loud again but Abbott's reaching into your pocket with the ease of a husband/
Taking out your car keys, and turning to Robby again.
“You bring the bike?”
“Nah, I walked-”
“Oh, you’re in for the biggest piece of shit car ever.” He insults your baby.
“I like my car!” You shout angry, your voice cracks innocently.
“It’s not safe.” Jack gave her the stern tone of Daddy and you hated what it did to your body.
“It’s perfectly safe!” You say back but as you three walk towards it Robby makes a tisking noise.
“This is a rolling pile of metal, does it even have airbags?” He says to Jack and not you.
“Oh my god, do you two know how to woo a guy!”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet!” Robby added and Jack opened your trunk. Taking off his vest, and Robby continued to glare at your car.
“Can I have my keys, please?” You ask without meaning to ask. As Daddy closes the trunk with a loud thud.
“I’m driving,” Jack says, and Robby stands tall.
“Why are you driving?” The older man squares off, their alpha cock fight just starting.
“Why, you wanna drive?” Jack argues back and you see your whole life playing out before your eyes.
These two wouldn’t quit.
They wouldn’t quit bickering, they wouldn’t quit their territorial little fighting over you, but mostly….
You say they wouldn’t quit you.
As they argued over the sides of the car, you saw a house, with a garden, a really big bed with a ceiling fan and three of you stealing the sheet off each other.
You got in that car right now, and it would be a lifetime of monkey in the middle.
But it also meant someone to rub lotion on Jack's hurt skin where the prosthetic chafed.
Someone to kiss Robby’s temples when his fears tried to eat him alive.
Someone to give you your testosterone shot for the rest of your life.
Long days and nights where the three of you…weren’t so alone?
Robby was opening the door for you, and Jack was talking about what kind of baked potato he wanted.
And as you looked at the back of your car you twisted to Robby.
“Are you sure?” You asked him, and the old man eyed the front seat where Jack had plugged the aux chord in to listen to disco.
ABBA blaring in your speakers as the muscular man danced a little.
“You just say in the middle, okay?” Robby asked, and you smirked and nodded.
Abbot buckled as you sat down. Robby closing your door for you.
“Get in, losers! Daddy’s gonna eat tonight!” He says as he blares Super Trooper. But when Robby opens the car door he turns down the music immediately.
“Why do you get to be Daddy?” He argues, ready to change the music.
“Because I’m Daddy!” Abbott glares as the whole car bends to the weight of the older doctor plopping into your sedan.
“We’ll see about that.”