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Dana is waiting for Jack when he walks in for his shift with a look on her face.
After they’ve run through the board, she gets that look on her face again. “Before you start,” she whispers, and he knows exactly what she’s going to say before she says it, “could you check on Robby for me?”
Jack’s heart twists in sympathy. “Snapping at people?”
“No, thankfully. He’s just sad. Looks like someone kicked his puppy. Or that he is the kicked puppy. Our sad boy,” she says, frowning at herself. “Go set him right, would you? He's not on the roof this time. Break room.”
He nods. “I think that’s the only reason you let me in here,” he says. “other than my smile.”
She chuckles and says, “Go get your man.”
“I’m on it.”
Jack finds him with his shoulder hunched, exhaustion on his face. Jack knows immediately what the cure is, and what doctor should administer it. He shuts and locks the door behind him. “Hey.”
Robby nods. “Dana ratted me out?”
Jack hums affirmative. “Good on you for taking five to process instead of pushing it down. Look at you listening to your own advice for once.”
Robby snorts, then stands with an uncertain look on his face. Jack takes a chance and walks into his arms, or invites Robby into his outstretched ones, he’s not entirely sure. All he knows is he can feel Robby melt against him and sigh into his shoulder. The smell of him overwhelms Jack and calms him down for a moment.
“Rough day?” Jack ventures.
“When is it not?” Robby sighs. “Just…I don’t know. Fucking long day, man.”
Jack hims in sympathy and holds him closer, tighter, “You want a little something? Before we have to part ways for the night?” Jack crowds in close to him.
Robby is still stiff in all the wrong places. “And Dana put you up to this?”
“Stop thinking about Dana. She told me to come check on you, but I don't need someone to encourage me to come get a little hanky panky on the clock,” Jack murmurs. “You want it?”
Robby snaps, “Of course I want it, Jack. I always want it,” like it’s stream of consciousness and he doesn’t really know what he’s saying. Or that he thinks he’s just saying something he thought would stay in the privacy of his own head.
Poor guy’s just coming off a twelve hour shift, Jack can hardly blame him for that. His body is crying out for relief, and Jack knows the emotional relief will come with it, knows they’ll probably end up crying in each other’s arms tomorrow morning when Jack slips into bed.
They’ll talk. They’ll process. They’ll hold each other, probably get another orgasm or two out of it. Roby will repay him for the truly spectacular head he’s about to get.
The moment he realizes what he’s said, his eyes widen and that familiar, lovely red crawls over him. Jack grins in delight with each passing second of Robby’s discomfort.
Jack kisses his cheek. “Alright. Then you got it, baby.” he squeezes his arm, leaning up to kiss him properly.
Robby doesn’t let him. Alarm crosses his face. “Here?”
Jack shrugs. “We got a few minutes. And I’m not leaving here until I know you’re good.”
He huffs, “I’m good without you blowing me, if you can believe it,” in such a casual tone that it makes Jack smirk, makes him shiver in anticipation. His skin is buzzing, he feels so alive, so excited at the very prospect of blowing him no matter how many times he’s done it.
“Never met a guy who complained so much about getting his dick sucked,” Jack says, preparing to go to his knees.
“Do you see me complaining? Not complaining at all,” Robby says, and kisses him like some sort of bribe—but Jack doesn’t care what the hell kind of kiss it is, because he’s a hell of a kisser and that’s all he can process right now. Maybe Robby’s not the only one gagging for it. He missed the hell out of him too. It’s a long day without him, a lonely sleep without him.
“Fuck,” Robby mutters as Jack goes his knees, and he’s unsure if it’s aroused or exasperated. “Is the door locked, at least?”
“Would you tell me to stop if it wasn’t?” Jack retorts, smirking, as he undoes Robby’s fly. The sound of his head thunking back against the wall is satisfying; Jack hasn’t even done anything yet.
Jack goes about it fast and sloppy and loose, knowing they don’t have much time for finesse and teasing. There’s also the fact that he can’t bear to see Robby stiff and uncomfortable for much longer. He doesn’t know what exactly Dana had in mind when she sent him here to comfort him, knowing she’s one of the few people here who knows about their relationship, but this is undeniably the most effective method.
And he quickly stops thinking of Dana when Robby moans from deep in his throat and grips his hair. The exhaustion of their shifts lately haven’t left much time or energy for this, this lovely desperation and the knowledge that neither of them is going to last long. Jack is looking forward to their mutual weekend off, just the bed and each other.
Jack goes all the way down and holds himself there for a few seconds just to hear Robby let out another guttural groan and feel him shudder. He pulls back before Robby can come, wrapping a hand around him instead.
He smiles up at Robby’s pinched face, the openmouthed breaths, that beautiful blush. Jack twists his wrist, grips him tighter, and watches Robby shove his fist into his mouth to bite back his moan. For the first time, Jack notices his own arousal, and inhales hard. The sight of Robby like this is enough to do dire things to him.
“That’s it. Shoot it all over me, baby,” Jack purrs, pitching his voice low to hopefully have filth and sex dripping from it. He watches Robby shiver and flush, and Jack would bet if he put a hand over his heart right now, he’d feel it beating faster. He comes soon after, hitting Jack’s face, making his arousal skyrocket even further.
Jack grabs the box of tissues from beside them and wipes himself clean, noting with relief that he didn’t get any on his scrubs.
Slowly, Jack comes up off his knees. He takes Robby’s face in his hands and gives him a soft kiss, letting him come down, catch his breath before he ventures the million dollar question. “Feel better?”
Robby catches one of his hands between them and kisses the back of it, looking fondly into his eyes with much more presence, much more lucidity than he had a minute ago. “Yes, very much. Thank you.”
Jack smiles; Robby didn’t need to tell him that when he could feel the easing tension in his frame the moment he came. His shoulders are no longer hunched. His face no longer pinched. He looks almost sleepy. Easy. Happy. Like he’s shed the weight of the last twelve in hours in just a minute. Jack smiles to see it.
“You want something?" Robby asks, coming alive again, hand sliding down to the front of his pants. “I won't hold it against you if you come fast this time."
“I’d rather not spend twelve hours snapping at people over this, yeah,” Jack says, his hips bucking into Robby's palm. “That’s your job.”
“My job is to snap at people because of this? Jack, you don’t usually leave me high and dry enough to get me like this for twelve hours.” He takes Jack out of his pants enough that he won't make a mess all over his scrubs, and his grip is firm and tight. He's warm, and he smells so good, and Jack is losing his mind.
“You’re sweet, but that’s been tested lately with our shifts.” Jack groans and tips his head forward onto Robby's shoulder to muffle himself. It's indeed not long at all before Jack is biting Robby's shoulder and jerking hard into his hand, moaning at the feel of Robby's free hand squeezing the back of his neck.
Jack slumps against him, letting Robby take his weight, feeling him clean up with the same box of tissues. Robby tilts his head up to kiss him firmly, thoroughly, with a promise of much more later. This, right here, this peaceful moment and this sacred memory is what's going to get Jack through the next twelve hours. He savors every bit of it. It's easy. It's addictive.
"Alright, get away from me," Jack says after another kiss, and another, shoving Robby away by the chest. "Otherwise I'll never get any work done with you here distracting me. Besides, you need sleep."
Robby runs a hand over his hair, having the gall to look sheepish. "Do I really look that bad?" he asks as he does up his pants.
Jack's stomach swoops at that casual sexiness. Damn, he's got it bad. "Nah, man, you look sexy as hell. Exactly my point."
Robby gives him one final kiss with a warm, broad hand on his chest, and Jack wants to curse him out for the temptation. But he can't find it in him to do so, even as Robby slowly backs away.
Robby lingers by the door, giving him a final look with those shining eyes. "Have a good night." I love you. I'll miss you. I'll spend all night thinking about you.
"You too." Me, too. I can't wait to be with you again. He's already craving him again, despite just having had him. Watching him walk away and out the door is torture, knowing how long it'll be until they're sharing space again, finishing each other's sentences, swapping breaths. It makes Jack's heart clench.
God, the weekend can't come soon enough.