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Robby couldn't believe it. He couldn't understand it, and he definitely couldn't stand it. Was he bothered? No, but he wasn't exactly delighted. He had to watch that man flirt with two of his workmates right in front of him. Women with an incredible presence who could shadow him perfectly. It was a bold move, and Robby could not believe it.
Jack was an attractive man; He has a perfect body, even for his age. His wrinkles and grey hair make him look beatiful — far from old. Robby knew he could get anyone he wanted, perhaps that was why he had a small hole in his stomach. On the contrary, Robby felt very self-conscious. What could he offer besides a face full of wrinkles, a head full of hair and a fat belly?. He struggled to communicate and maintain a long-term relationship. This is why he wakes up every day fearing that his longest-standing friend and lover will leave him. While Jack was actively serving his country and its people, Robby could barely drag himself through the hospital corridors. The end is closer than he realises.
Robby came to all these conclusions as he passed through the door of an ER room to find his lover sitting shirtless on a gurney with Samira Mohan's hands on him. Thirty minutes before, this same lover was animatedly interacting with Dr. Al-Hashimi, a woman he doesn't know how to feel about. He hates being replaced; that's probably why he's hostile towards her. Jack seemed pretty invested in their talk, even inviting her to grab a drink. Robby swears he has never ever glared someone so intensely.
Now he was in the restroom, trying to shut his worries and go back to his usual chief attending mode, that one mode he can use to mask whatever is bothering him until he is back at his lonely flat. He prays for at least two minutes to himself, but only gets one minute and 45 seconds before he hears someone step into the bathroom."Been looking for you..." That raspy soft voice. The one He dreams about every night, the one he craves to hear every morning when he realises he has to breath another 24 hours. Robby glances at Jack through the mirror, his face wet from being splashed with water, in attempt to shut down his brain.
"What for?" Jack shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall. Robby hates how good he is at reading him like an open book. He wonders if it feels like when he re-reads his favourite book every fall. "I didn't get to greet you properly out there..." Robby holds a snort. Since when he is so worried about greetings? Jack is satisfied with only teasing robby for a second. "I saw you comfortably speaking with your fellows out there..." It sounded harsher than intended. Robby felt like an irrational mad dog. Jack smirked, though he felt reluctant inside. Was Robby acting the way Jack thought he was acting?. "I was just kindly interacting with my new fellow worker...Since you're leaving me for a middle-age crisis." Robby did not liked the way that sounded, it made his stomach churn. "Yeah, that is not what I saw ten minutes ago...and certainly not what Santos saw." now, that was biting; and Jack was more than proud of having his arm destroyed if it meant Robby being jealous. However, Jack knows better than to let his man hurt himself. "I tried to find you, to you to do it youserlf, but...I guess our boss is really bussy." Robby rolled his eyes. His face was now cold and dry.
"whatever…" Robby turned, taking a hand paper towel and before he could scrub his face, Jack grabbed him by the wrist. "You're gonna play jealous with me?" Jack took the paper towel in his own hand and started drying his lover beard. That one beard that makes his cheeks and neck sensitive after rough making out or when Robinavitch gets a little cuddly. "Don't know what ya' talking about." The way robby gaze drifted away was enough for jack to know. Robby was jealous, but not in a playfully way. "Hey...come on...I looked for you but you were busy...sorry." Jack tried to kiss his cheek but robby frowned and moved away, biting his lower lip. The gray-hair man chuckled and grabbed Robby's waist. ""Don't play hardball with me, hon' — it doesn't suit you." Robby sweared he felt himself weaknening but he was more stubborn than that. If Jack wanted somenthing from him, he must earn it. "Then go and find a loose hole to fuck, Abbott." Robby tried to break free from Jack's grip, but it was ridiculous — he couldn't fight a SWAT agent. And talking abour SWAT, Robby loved the way that uniform suited his handsome lover.
"Hey hey hey...I don't like when we use that tone..." Jack mumbled, frowning and cupping Robby's face. "Come on, baby...you can do this to me right now...you'll leave tomorrow and I won't get to enjoy you? Not fair." Robby fought a pout, he fought surrender and melt in his boyfriend's arms. "Don't act tough around me, Rob...you can tell me whatever you want...I'm sorry if I acted incorrectly." Now, that's something Robby can't fight. Jack's honesty and soft voice, that one he uses to spoil him rotten and make his brain malfunction.
"I swear to god...Next time you decide to put on a little show in front of everyone in my ER, you won't get to taste me for a whole year." Robby mumbled again Jack's lips, making him chuckle mockingly. "Good luck finding another cock to fill you, baby." That was enough to make Robby yield, and succumb to Jack's charming. "Don't worry...neither Mohan or Al-Hashimi are enough to make me hard like you do...or to make me so fucking in love as I am with you."
Yup...Robby might not be the most handsome man in the world, or the sexiest. But Jack presence is enough to make him feel like a love-god and that was enough for him.