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One

Before

Elliot Stabler didn't think he would be here, separated from his wife and realizing he likes men as well. He always had an ickling but he was married and he doesn't cheat but now it doesn't matter because Kathy had enough. Stabler had been working more and barely slept which is probably how he found himself at a hotel bar flirting with a doctor every night for the last few nights. The doctor was adorable, with brown bambi eyes, blush that just kept going and tall gangly limbs. He tells him to call him Robby, he's from New Orleans originally and had been in Pittsburgh for a few months when it was decided he needed a vacation, especially after Hurricane Katrina. They listen to each other talk about their problems and drink for days before finally it leads to here and now. 

Elliot slamming Robby against the wall of his hotel room as they fight for control, teeth nipping at lips and breaking skin. He slams the other man down onto the bed and they hurry to undress. After that it's a mess of heat, kisses and him holding the gangly doctor down as he has his way with him. By the end of it they are both covered in bruises and marks, curled together on the bed when he feels a finger run over his marine tattoo. 

“I have a friend in the army,” he says. 

“Yeah, is he who you were thinking about instead?” Elliot questions because he's a dick and he knows it, one day he being an asshole is going to bite him in the ass. 

“Are you going to judge me if I say yes?” Robby asks softly. 

“I just fucked you into next week while after just being separated from my wife for only a few weeks. I have no room to judge shit,” Elliot argues laughing. 

“His name is Jack Abbot, pretty sure I love him but he doesn't love me so it's not like it matters,” Robby argues, “Besides I'm not sure a relationship right now is the right move for me after everything I saw during Hurricane Katrina.”

“Want me to fuck you again?” Stabler asks seriously. 

Robby answers the question by rolling over to straddle Elliot and he grips his narrow waist. It feels weird to him kissing someone with a beard but it's not bad, he is pretty sure even if he is still bisexual that he prefers women most of the time. This time Robby seems to want it sweet, slow and Elliot might be a dick but he isn't that big of one and he relents letting Robby ride him until he's fucked into oblivion. A week later they part exchange names and numbers if either needs anything but knowing they probably wouldn't see each other again. 

Now 

Robby didn't expect a blast from the past after the last few months he has had, he almost wanted to throw himself off the roof after Pittfest, but now he's seeing a face from twenty years ago in his emergency room with another woman, probably a cop too if he remembers right. They're eyes meet across the room and he sees a smirk come to Elliot Stabler’s face, and knows he is about to make a big thing.

“Well if it isn't Michael Robinavitch,” he greets yelling out loudly. 

“Elliot Stabler you are a long way from New York,” he greets back as he walks up to him. 

“What can I say? When the worst of scumbags forces you to go to a different city you go. Seeing you here is a good treat though,” Elliot flirts walking up to him. 

Robby silently curses because he can see people watching, curious and it's not like he ever hid that part of himself but he hates his personal life being public. The other problem is that Jack is here, he's working a day shift, he has too because Gloria makes him do one a month and now he's glaring over at them. Jack knows he is bisexual, both of them are, but the veteran has never made a move on him and it hurts more than he can say so excuse him for also taking some pleasure in being flirted with by an old flame. 

“A treat?” Robby questions. 

“Yeah Robby a treat and there is that blush. Bet I could make it even darker like I did last time,” he flirts leaning closer. 

“Aren't you here for a case?” Robby asks knowing he is dark as a tomato and rubs a hand over his neck. 

“No I'm here because the agent I'm working with was a moron and now we have to wait so he can be seen,” Elliot says bluntly. 

“Elliot I thought we agreed on not harassing anybody or being a general dick,” a female voice says walking over. 

“Everything alright Cap?” Dana asks, coming to stand beside him. 

“Cap?” The unknown female questions. 

“He runs the emergency department, got to make sure he has a good nickname,” Dana answers, flicking Robby’s arm. 

“What's the issue?” Jack says making his presence known. 

“Relax guys I know him,” Robby says, “We met when I took a vacation to New York in 2006.”

“Ahh so this is the hot doctor,” the unknown female voices her hazel eyes lighting up. 

“Olivia Benson meet Michael Robinavitch. Yes he is that hot doctor Liv tries not to gossip with him,” Elliot says. 

“So you're Olivia,” Robby says laughing. 

“Geez Elliot did you seriously talk about me while you were fucking him?” She asks bluntly.

“Him?” Jack asks sharply. 

Robby groans in annoyance and buries his face in his hands. He hears Dana laughing like she just found out the best thing ever while all he can hear is the judgment from Jack and he doesn't want to deal with that. Jack had so many opportunities to take a chance with him and maybe that wasn't fair because a lot of shit has happened to the both of them but fuck fair. He looks up to see blue eyes looking directly at him like he is already guessing who Jack is without being told and is having fun with everything. 

“That's Jack isn't it?” Elliot says to him.

“Yes the one that sounds lightly judgmental is Jack,” Robby says. 

“I wasn't being judgmental,” Jack argues. 

“There was definitely judgment there Jack,” Dana pipes in. 

“So I'm guessing not,” Elliot starts waving his hand. 

“Uh no,” Robby answers looking down for a minute then back up at him. 

“Well since you're available maybe we can get together while I'm in town,” Elliot says. 

“I'd like that,” Robby answers. 

Robby doesn't see the heated look that Jack gets on his face, doesn't see the look that Dana sends towards all of them like she has had enough and he definitely doesn't see the way that Elliot meets Jack's eyes challenging him. If Robby had seen this he wouldn't be surprised but he doesn't so when Elliot grabs him and hauls him into a kiss he is definitely surprised but he responds all the same because if he can't have Jack then he will take the next best thing. 

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Two

Jack was seething, he was seeing red and he knew damn well he didn't have a right to be this angry. After watching that cop, Stabler, pull Robby into a kiss that was all consuming the only thought he had was that Robby was his but that wasn't true. Jack was a coward who despite all the flirting that was going on between them and the way Robby looked at him, he refused to do anything about it. He was afraid, afraid that Robby would take one look at him on a bad day and not want him or think he was too much, didn't matter that it was a stupid thought and completely wrong. Now they were going to meet Stabler after work and all Jack wanted to do was grab Robby and drag him off, have his way with him so he forgets the names of anyone else but he doesn't have that right and Dana makes damn sure that he knows that. She waits a little bit before dragging him off to an empty room and confronts him. 

“You either need to tell him or stop being a jealous prick,” Dana tells him bluntly. 

“He could do better,” Jack argues weakly. 

“Jack, you don't get to say that. It's been years watching the two of you dance around each other. You flirt with him and get his hopes up and he ends up wanting to be fucked into oblivion by someone else just to feel like he's not worthless. Either man the fuck up or let him go because it's not doing either one of you but especially Robby any fucking good,” Dana hisses at him. 

Jack is left to think when Dana storms out of the room and he runs a hand over his face. So many years he's wasted already, he's already down a leg and probably a trauma riddled mess that he figured Robby just deserved better. He still flirted because he loves Robby and Robby deserves to know he's loved even if they can't be together. By the time Jack figured that maybe their broken pieces could fit together, Robby almost threw himself off a building. Dana's right he has to do something, has to know one way or another but a few hours later when he goes to leave he gets told that Robby left early to meet up with Stabler before the rest joined and his anger was back. 

~Robby’s Type~

Elliot Stabler was a man with a plan, he definitely wouldn't mind another shot with Robby but he could see the heartbreak and the want behind those brown eyes. He also saw the way one Jack Abbot was looking as well, he knows all about wanting someone but thinking you aren't able to have them, he still hasn't found his own courage to go for it after everything that has happened but if he can help out Robby he will. Olivia had sent him a look like she knew he was up to something but when he asked her to meet them later so he could have some time alone with Robby to feed into making Jack jealous she agreed. 

“Hey,” Robby says smiling at him as he sits in the extra large booth he got. 

“Nope come over here,” Stabler says and sees the way that Robby blushes but follows the request. 

“I'm into a lot of things but voyeurism isn't one of them,” Robby mumbles sitting next to him. 

“I noticed today after I kissed you that Dana made a comment and it has me curious,” Stabler says smirk on his face as he wraps his arm around Robby and pulls him into him. 

“What did she say?” Robby whispers and then lays his face in Elliot's neck like he's afraid of the answer. 

“She said you have a type. Now I'm thinking that you do only because you can't have who you want,” Stabler guesses and feels the puffs of air against his neck. 

“You said last time you wouldn't judge me,” Robby says, giving an answer without actually answering. 

“I've wanted a woman I probably shouldn't have for the past three decades and after you left New York instead telling her that I wanted her I got back with my wife. Kathy died three years ago and I still want her but I'm too chicken shit to say it. I have no judgment,” Elliot offers in a whisper. 

“He doesn't want me,” Robby tells him not moving. 

“Robby I saw the way he looked when I grabbed you and devoured you like a starving man. He wants you but first back to the topic, what type of men do you go for?” Elliot asks, pushing. 

“Usually men that can fuck me into next year, who have some type of military or similar jobs, there was even once a cop I went for that looked similar enough to Jack when I was in Chicago a couple years ago,” Robby answers. 

“Well then my plan is to make him jealous and hopefully he will get his head out of his ass, if not I'll fuck you into next week,” Elliot promises.

“Fine but if we do this and it works you have to tell Olivia how you feel. It doesn't have to be tonight but you have to do it,” Robby says, pulling back. 

Robby watches as Elliot easily agrees, he's not sure what he hopes to happen tonight. For so long he's wanted Jack, dealt with the other man flirting but he flirts with everyone, let himself be fucked into oblivion by men that were similar enough and most didn't care when he sometimes called out the wrong name. The one in Chicago was the only other one who came close enough besides Elliot to make him be willing to give up his unrequited love but their paths weren't meant to be. 

Soon enough people start piling in, first Olivia who from the way she just looks amused must know of Elliot's plan, then the nurses come, all of them giving him amused looks like they can't wait for the show. Finally Dana and Jack show up, Dana smirks at him because she is the most supportive friend ever and wouldn't judge him for much of anything while Jack looks angry. Robby starts to pay attention, sees the way that Jack's green eyes flare when Elliot throws his arm over him and flirts with him. 

“Dana I heard you say something earlier that I think needs to be known,” Elliot says finally with a smirk on his face. 

“Yeah what was that?” She asks. 

“That Robby here has a type,” he pushes. 

Robby feels eyes on him but he ignores them all to look at Dana and she's watching him. He knows she is waiting, she would never talk or gossip about his choices without his permission, she was protective of him, she always held him when he cried over not being good enough for Jack, always reassured him that he was good enough to find someone that saw he was good enough. He nods his head at her giving her the silent signal that it's okay and part of a plan but he can see that her eyes are hesitant, protective even. 

“He does have a type,” she finally answers.

“Do tell,” Stabler says his smirk like that of a shark if that was possible. 

“There's you,” Dana says waving her hand at him, “Devilish smirk, military of some kind and a cop and probably able to pick him up and hold him down, fuck him into oblivion.”

“Oh my God Dad,” Robby groans but he sees Jack starting to grip his glass like he's about to break it and so he decides to push things by laying his head on Elliot's shoulder. 

“There was a cop in Chicago. Robby showed me a picture and he looked very much like a certain someone we know,” she says, throwing a look at Jack which he has a flash of surprise, “I think that was the one I was rooting for. He kept declaring that the idiot or idiots that don't want Robby should be killed and he wanted to keep and spoil our dear boy.”

“Charlie Reid,” Robby supplies.

“Let me guess you still have his number like you have mine,” Elliot needles.

“Will you fucking shut up?” Jack finally explodes and he keeps going on. “Robby isn't a piece of meat to be talked about and disrespected like that.”

“The point we are trying to make for you asshole is that it's you he wants. The guy in Chicago could be your fucking twin but maybe a few years older. I was a Marine and it sure as shit wasn't my name he was calling out for. Either man the fuck up or let someone else take care of him like he deserves. Or are you too much of a coward for that?” Elliot says standing up to lean over the table. 

The next thing anyone knows it's an explosion of bodies as Jack jumps up, grabs Elliot by his shirt and pulls him across the table. They go down in a tangle of limbs, fists swinging and Robby is shocked, also turned on but then he's angry. Jack didn't have a right to get like this, he had all this time to want him, to tell him he was worth it and he hadn't so Robby moves, sees Olivia move as well and she yanks Elliot back while Robby stands in front of Jack who is breathing like he's run a marathon. 

“You don't get to act like I'm not good enough for you then get pissed when I fuck other men that actually want me,” Robby yells. 

“Fuck you and fuck off on saying your not good enough. I wasn't good enough,” Jack yells, shocking Robby and it feels like the bar has fallen into silence. 

“What?” Robby asks not understanding. 

“I was married, even if it wasn't love and then by the time I came back I was down a leg and a wife and had added fucking trauma. I thought you deserved better than me, man that had one leg, listens to a police scanner like it's a radio and sometimes wakes up screaming. By the time I actually had the courage to say anything you almost threw yourself off the roof. 

“Of course I want you, you blush every time you get praised like you aren't the sweetest thing since fucking candy, even when you don't like someone if they are being mistreated you stand up for them, you hate bananas because they taste weird but for some reason love oatmeal raisin cookies. You squeeze the toothpaste from the middle and are an annoyingly bright morning person which should be a crime and you have horrible taste in men because if it was good taste it would be me,” Jack yells. 

Robby is standing stock still for a minute, he's shocked that it actually worked, that Elliot was able to make Jack angry and jealous enough to get him to do something. Then he's thinking about everything that was said because it's a lot and he feels so many things. The one thought though is that it was never about him being worthless but Jack feeling worthless and he both hates that and is angry at it. A hand pushes him forward and he stumbles until Jack is wrapping his arms around. 

“Take me home Jack,” Robby orders. 

Jack looks at him with sharp green eyes before he's grinning and holding tightly to Robby as he drags him out of there. They exit the bar and before anything else can be said Jack is slamming Robby back against the brick wall outside the bar and yanking him into a kiss, slipping his tongue inside and devouring his mouth. He goes to pull back, taking time to pull Robby's lip between his teeth and bite down hard until they both taste blood and Robby is moaning. 

“No one else is allowed to kiss or fuck you,” Jack declares his voice rough and mouth now covered in his blood and Robby's. 

“Then make sure no one can,” Robby orders defiantly. 

Jack actually growls, pulling him away from the wall to a car, someone called an Uber for them, and yanking him inside. The car ride is spent with Jack holding him against him as he whispers all types of filthy things in his ear and Robby is a squirming mess and the other man doesn't let up, running a hand down to squeeze his erection hard, making him whimper. 

“I'm going to make you come so many times that you forget anyone else and I'm going to mark you up so everyone knows who you belong to now,” Jack whispers in his ear from where he's holding Robby against his chest. 

“Fuck Jack why couldn't you have been less of an idiot earlier,” Robby cries out wanting out of this car. 

“Because I'm a moron and after tonight I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you,” Jack agrees, taking his earlobe between his teeth and biting down. 

“And you have to apologize to Elliot,” Robby gasps. 

Jack actually growls at that and when the car pulls to a stop he's throwing money at the poor driver and then yanking Robby out. He grips tight to the front of his hoodie as he all but drags him inside his house, he needs this man and he's not waiting any longer. He's been an absolute moron, he has made this man feel like he was worthless and had to find love and pleasure with someone else and it's no more. Robby is his and he is going to know it, he will even grit his teeth and fucking apologize to the smirking idiot who was looking at him like he owned Robby because now he didn't. 

“Jack,” Robby says out of breath as he stumbles inside after him. 

“Mikey I swear to God if you don't fucking get undressed I'll rip the clothes off you myself,” Jack tells him. 

“That's,” Robby starts only to pause. 

“You can yell at me some more tomorrow, make me grovel, we can talk do all that shit but right now I'm going to fucking make you mine and make you come so many times and then I never want to hear about any of the men you have slept with to try to replace me,” Jack tells him shoving the other man towards the bedroom. 

“I mean if it gets this reaction then maybe I should,” Robby argues, pulling his hoodie and shirt off. 

“Maybe I should edge you for hours instead of letting you come until you pass out,” Jack says, wrapping a hand around the back of Robby's head and yanking his head back. 

“Jack, please you made me wait so long,” Robby argues.

Jack bites along his neck, giving him hickeys that are like a necklace, making sure to put them in the right places so his chain that holds his Star of David rubs against them every time it moves. He pulls back and pushes him down on the bed, deciding that Robby is right he has made him wait long enough. Now his only goal is to make him pass out and forget anyone else that has come before. 

The next day Robby walks into work with marks all along his neck that can't be covered with makeup. He is also limping and looking dazed out, smiling as he helps with patients. His shirt rides up when he's helping lift a patient and there are marks on his hips and then hours later Jack walks into work on his day off to greet Robby with a kiss and possessive arms. That night Elliot Stabler gets two texts, one from Jack and one from Robby.

I'm sorry for punching you even if you deserved it. 

Sorry Jack is an asshole but a deal is a deal. Time for you to tell Olivia how you feel. 

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Three 

It was a dream come true, it was everything and more for both Jack and Robby. Elliot is getting a fruit basket sent to him, as soon as Robby has thought he is whimpering when Jack places a particularly nasty bite to his neck. He grips him by the shoulders wanting more, wanting to forget that the world exists, forget his own name and get lost in a void. Hands run over his naked chest softly, he doesn't want soft right now he wants to be owned, to be destroyed for anyone else and he hears a chuckle which means he probably said that out loud. 

“Don't worry Mikey, I am going to make sure you never think of anyone else again,” Jack promises a dark look in his eyes. 

“Jack,” Robby moans, wanting him. 

“Patience baby,” Jack promises. 

Robby moans when Jack removes the rest of his clothes, a nail digging into his leaking slit and he's pretty sure it's because he was already so turned on and has waited so long but Robby comes. His chest is covered and he sees Jack giving him a look, it's dark and full of promises. 

“Sorry,” Robby can't help but to say thinking he did something wrong. 

“God I am going to enjoy making you mine,” Jack declares removing his clothes but he leaves his prosthetic on. 

“I have,” Robby starts and then pauses his heart racing. 

“What baby?” Jack asks, gripping his wrists and moving them so they are pinned over his head. 

“I have a short refractory period,” Robby finally admits. 

Robby pushes against the hands holding his wrists down and down right moans in joy when he can't move, Jack is looking pleased but he's also refusing to move. Finally brown eyes meet green ones and Jack lets go but Robby knows not to move. 

“Here's the deal, you can grip the headboard, you will be soon enough. No moving those hands to touch me unless I give you permission otherwise I am going to spank you until you can't sit straight which you probably won't be doing that either,” Jack promises. 

“No Jack let me touch please. I waited,” Robby whines. 

Jack never thought that he would have this and damn is it better than he imagined. Robby looks so good laid out on his bed, already a mess and whining, moaning and whimpering the way he is. He wants to watch him squirm but the brunette is right, he has made him wait long enough now. He can still own this man and make him forget everyone else, so he sighs. 

“Okay baby but next time,” Jack starts only to be interrupted. 

“Next time you can tie me to the bed and have your wicked way with me I promise Jack,” Robby agrees moving his hands so he is gripping his arms. 

“Sweet thing you really shouldn't offer yourself up to me like that. Let me see how many more times I can make you come and Mikey, I would be prepared to not be able to move without being reminded who you belong to,” Jack promises. 

Robby wants to say something, tell him to hurry up then but before he can say anything Jack is moving to his nipples, his neck already bruised up and bitten all over. He yells when fingers pinch his nipples and pull them, it hurts but it's so good at the same time and he scratches the other man's arms. He's fucking hard now and he realizes very quickly what Jack is doing, he's going to torture parts of his body to make him come and mark him up. His nipples are let go for all of a minute before being pinched again this time with nails, the nails digging in and it sends a jolt of pain and pleasure down his body. 

“Don't stop,” Robby begs when the fingers let go again. 

“So desperate for it Mikey. You went out and fucked men like me. Did they make it this good for you?” Jack asks, rubbing his nipples soothing them. 

“Jack,” Robby whines. 

“That wasn't an answer but that's okay. After this they don't matter,” Jack says smirking down at him. 

Robby nods his head agreeing and wanting Jack to focus back on him. He wants to kiss, wants to feel everything but he can wait, knows right now it's about feeling like he belongs to Jack. He lets out another yell when Jack leans down, takes his left nipple into his mouth and bites down. There's blood, he can feel it and he loves it, his yelling turns into mewling as Jack soothes the bite with his tongue before biting again and repeating the process. Robby grips the sheets with one hand and the other tangles in Jack's curls, getting lost to the haze of pleasure as his left nipple is let go and the right one is attacked. It's as Jack is biting down on to the right nipple that it happens, his orgasm hits him like a fucking train and he clutches at the other man. He comes back to himself to feel a tongue soothing his right nipple and Jack pulls away to look down at his work so far. 

“That's it baby just let me own you,” Jack says. 

“You have you jackass you just took forever to get with the program,” Robby says but his voice is rough and he feels like he's floating on air. 

“I know I'll make it up to you,” Jack says. 

Robby sighs as he feels soft kisses being trailed down, whimpers when a tongue brushes against his cock but it's ignored and instead feels kisses being placed on his thigh, realizes what Jack intends to do next and he just lets it happen. Hands move his thighs, stretching them up and out and then feels one hand grip his left thigh to hold it to the bed and then that wicked mouth is back. Nips and bites are placed on his thigh being held down, Robby just shakes it's all he can do now at this point as he's taken apart. 

“Jack I can't please,” Robby begs wanting to be fucked. 

“What's the most you have come from one of the other guys?” Jack asks, snarling. 

“Four,” Robby sobs out the answer knowing the other man won't accept anything but the truth. 

“And was it that cop that looked like me?” Jack asks, rubs a hand up and down his thighs that are trembling. 

“Yes, he was the only one that I actually thought about leaving Pittsburgh for. You can't judge me Jack. I thought I couldn't have you,” Robby cries out. 

“I know it's my fault. Now I'm going to make you come more times than he did because you are mine and we need to have a talk about this Charlie Reid,” Jack swears. 

Robby opens his mouth to make a snarky comment or to just beg some more when Jack goes to town on his thigh, sucking marks into his skin before moving on to his other thigh giving it the same attention. He knows he's shaking, knows by the way that Jack seems smug when he comes up to hold him, running a hand through his hair and holding him in his arms. 

“You're trying to kill me,” Robby whispers. 

“Killing you definitely isn't the point but I'll give you a minute,” Jack tells him. 

Robby buries his head in Jack's neck, feels fingers run through his hair and feels Jack's erection digging into his stomach. He goes to move his hands only for them to be held back and he sighs, placing a kiss on the neck he's currently buried his face in. When Jack refuses to let go of him he decides to give his own mark and sucks on the skin before him, a hand then moves to his hair and yanks his head back. 

“I guess you don't need a minute anymore,” Jack says. 

Robby is rolled over on to his back and he sighs as a tongue lavishes his nipples again, they are sore and puffy from the earlier attention. He's honestly so lost in the haze he's been in that he misses it when Jack reaches over for the lube and it isn't until he feels a finger entering him that he comes back slightly to the present. His leg is thrown over Jack's shoulder and the other man leans down, bending him until he can rest between his legs with his head on his chest. Jack places a kiss on his chest where his Magen David rests when a second finger is entering him and then those fingers scissor and curl until they find the spot. Once Jack finds it he just then continues to attack that spot, a third finger joining and he is soon on the edge of another orgasm. 

“Come on baby,” Jack whispers against his chest. 

Robby is close, can feel it in his gut and the way his thighs are shaking and he feels like he's on a razor's edge. His third orgasm hits quickly, Jack having bit down on his chest to help him fall over the edge. Robby is completely boneless and he's really not sure he can take another one, knows it's going to happen because he still needs to be fucked but he doesn't think he can do five. 

“I'm feeling generous so now I'm going to fuck you and fill you up and after that I think we can say you are mine,” Jack declares. 

Robby hums, not sure he can do more than that but when Jack moves to bend and twist him, he wraps his legs around Jack and holds on to him. He silently gasps when Jack thrusts all the way in one move and then he's leaning down to wrap a hand around Robby's throat. The pressure is light, they are both doctors and know how wrong that can go but it's a sense of possession and Robby fucking loves it. The pace is rough, like Jack is trying to not only make him feel it but also take everything he had been feeling out on him and Robby should probably care but he doesn't because he finally has the one thing he's been wanting. Robby didn't think he could come again, especially without being touched but he should have known with Jack it would be different because he is already close again when Jack leans down to once again bite his nipple, soothing it with his tongue and repeating the process until he can barely think straight, until he comes once again, his vision whiting out. When he comes back to himself Jack is still thrusting into him, he's sobbing and he doesn't know how long that goes on until finally the other man fills him up, biting his neck again as he does. Hands are running in slow and soothing circles up and down his back, through his hair and he's being kissed in the forehead. 

“Here drink this,” Jack says, grabbing a water bottle from somewhere and holding it up for him. 

Robby barely processes anything, feeling like he got fucked into next week and knowing he will have marks tomorrow but then Jack is moving to get up and he whimpers grabbing at him. The other man makes shushing noises at him, calming him down by running a hand through his hair. 

“I'm just going to get a washcloth and then take my leg off,” Jack reassures him. 

Robby must fall asleep because he doesn't even feel Jack clean him off, and doesn't become aware of anything until he's being pulled back into strong arms and being kissed on the back of his neck. When Robby walks into work the next morning, marked up and barely able to walk he sees the knowing looks but most of all he sees Dana smile like she just won a big prize. He spends the rest of that day blushing, though he does make time to remind Elliot of their deal. Jack watches over his shoulder, arms wrapped around him possessively as he texts Elliot and Robby couldn't be happier even if he has to deal with a smug and possessive Jack.