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Robby rolled over in bed as his eyes drifted open for the second time this morning. An arm was wrapped around his waist- Jack Abbot's arm to be precise.
It's a rare occasion when both attendings have the same day off, but with Drs. Al-Hashimi and Shen on staff, the stars have been aligning in their favor more often recently. Jack had always felt a desire to protect Robby, the two had been supporting each other for years after all. But with Robby's ever-fragile mental health, Jack had been insisting they spend even more time together. Robby wasn't complaining though, cause with the two of them, spending time together often meant, well...
Ending up in his closest friend and coworker's bed.
It certainly is an improvement to his mental state, getting fucked and cared for by someone. He has a purpose here, with Jack. And the two have always had a mostly unspoken agreement that there are no strings attached, no expectations that would normally scare Robby away. They know each other, they trust each other, and at this point in life, both chronic bachelors, they aren't concerned with labels.
Robby watched Jack as he inhaled and stretched his arms above his head, the warmth on his side gone. "I'm gonna head downstairs and do some yoga before breakfast" Jack sat up, replacing his prosthetic. Robby nodded, "I'll join you." At the shock on Jack's face he smiled, "What? it's about time I try it out."
"Good, you'll feel like a new man after. But I'm not changing my routine for you," ,Jack smirked. "And it will be nude."
"I wouldn't dream of asking you to," Robby said with his hands up in surrender, "nothing I haven't seen before." Jack broke eye-contact and stood up, knowing he had to move before they went for their second round since sunrise.
Robby continued the deep breathing Jack had taught him, lying in Savasana. This is definitely his favorite part of yoga so far. Who knew there was so much laying down with your eyes closed?
His mind began to quiet and he couldn't tell if it had been two minutes or ten when he felt Jack's warm hands on his ankles. When Robby glanced down at him Jack said softly, "keep your eyes closed and keep breathing, I'm gonna help you stretch."
Robby fought to keep his breathing slow as Jack lifted his ankles, pulling his legs to each side, then stepped closer, pushing his legs back towards his head.
The sensation of not being in control for once exhilarated Robby, and he found it difficult to stay calm. During their exercising, Robby was distracted trying to keep his balance and do the poses correctly, but now that he isn't working physically, he's all too aware that their naked bodies are precariously close to each other.
Finally, Jack lowered Robby's legs back down so they were stretched out and spread in front of him. Robby couldn't help but peek to see what would happen next. "Close your eyes," Jack directed softly.
Even without his sight, he could sense Jack's presence as he kneeled over him before he felt hands on his arms, pulling each one across his body and down before laying them relaxed at his side once more. Then, hands on either side of his head, stretching his neck upwards. Robby heard himself moan at the relief of the tension. Then, hands on his shoulders, pushing him into the mat. He wanted to open his eyes to see Jack over him, but he wanted to be a good listener and stayed as still as he could.
He was rewarded when he felt Jack's hand on his beard, followed by his lips on his own. Robby eagerly opened his mouth into the kiss. He wanted to be closer, reaching a hand up to Jack's hair and pulling him in.
Jack broke away, "the purpose of Savasana is to relax your nervous system and give your muscles a rest." Robby knew very well that this is not how a yoga session usually ends, but he played along, dropping his arm back to his side.
Jack kissed his neck, "just lay and breathe so you can get the greatest benefits from the practice." Robby was beginning to relax again enjoying his kisses when the warmth above him was gone.
He heard Jack's footsteps padding across the floor and the click of a cap. His cock was already half hard and hearing the lube gave him a pavlovian reaction.
Just as quickly as he left, he felt Jack's body back over him where he belongs. He awaited another kiss, but instead of feeling soft lips on his own, he felt Jack's warm breath on his neck and squirmed trying to reach him until he felt his mouth on his neck and relaxed. The kisses moved up to Robby's ear and he shivered as Jack whispered, "tell me if this is okay."
Before Robby could ask what he meant, he heard Jack shift and then felt his lubed fingers slide over his asshole and then stop. "Keep your eyes closed but I need an answer baby."
"Yes," Robby said breathily, hungry for more. Jack's circled him before inserting a finger, Robby's hole was still relaxed from their earlier activities, so Jack knew it wouldn't take long for him to be ready. Robby wanted to move, to get closer.
It was strange to not be tied up but still be forbidden to move. As it was, Robby's limbs were still stretched out in a relaxed stance, his eyes closed - and Jack's fingers in his ass.
Jack's dick was dripping in anticipation, hard again although he already came once earlier this morning. Seeing Robby relax under him and let him take charge was fucking hot. And he had been pleasantly surprised that for once he'd wanted to join him in his yoga. So really, this was the least he could do to reward the man.
"Breathe in for four, three, two, and, out through your mouth" Jack instructed as he curled his fingers inside him. "In, three, two, one." Robby gasped as he inhaled. "And breathe out through your mouth." The breath he let out was half air, half whimper.
"I need you, Jack." Robby urged him.
He didn't need to be told twice, stroking himself a couple times with his lubed hand, he lined himself up with Robby's hole, pushing in slowly. "Keep breathing," Jack reminded, although his own voice came out strained, less relaxed and controlled than it has been at the feeling of being inside him.
At first, Jack matched his movements to Robby's breath. In and out, in, and out, excruciatingly slowly. Taking Robby's legs in his hands again, he pushed his legs up to get a better angle, tucking the yoga blanket under Robby's back.
Bending down, Jack kissed him hungrily, and Robby couldn't help using his hands anymore. Jack felt him run his fingers through his hair, touch across his chest, brushing over his nipples, his waist, his back, like touching him was water and Robby had been dying of thirst. Jack couldn't take it anymore and began to move again, pushing into Robby.
With this new angle, he was deeper than before, Robby moaning as his prostate was hit with every thrust, his eyes still being closed giving him even greater sensations of touch and pleasure than usual. Hearing the sounds he made and seeing his leaking cock on his stomach only made Jack harder inside him and he began to thrust more erratically. "You want my cum again baby?" Jack panted.
"I want it inside me, fuck, I'm close," Robby gasped, his hands on Jack's lower back urging him forward.
Jack thrusted faster and harder and then he was finishing inside of him, Robby cumming untouched across his chest.
The two of them caught their breath and Jack remembered their game. "You can let your eyes flutter open, bringing awareness back to where you are (or whatever yoga teachers usually say)."
Robby smirked at that as he opened his eyes. Seeing Jack's flushed face made him smile even bigger. "We're really making the most of our 24 hours off so far aren't we, angel?" Robby asked, his fingers wrapping in one of Jack's curls.
"Yoga, it keeps you young," Jack smiled as he leaned in, nipping at Robby's smiling lips. "But if we're going to keep this up, we're going to need some more fuel."
"Breakfast it is," Robby agreed, finally getting off the floor.