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Robby’s motorbike bags were spread across the floor by the foot of the bed, pried open and showing off their precious cargo: a stack of granola bars, a compact sleeping pad, a rain shell, and the little repair kit that always made Frank roll his eyes because it had no business being this expensive for how tiny it was.
Robby was kneeling on the rug in camo shorts that he'd stolen from Abbot and a faded, navy-blue hoodie, methodically rolling socks into tight cylinders and stuffing them on top of the repair kit. He was humming something off-key, content to finally get on the trip that he’d been planning for over six months now. Thirty-one days of nothing but gravel roads, cheap motels, and silence that made every worry feel small and distant. Jack and Frank had both already given up on trying to stop him. It was already a miracle that Robby agreed to go away for only a month instead of three, as he’d earlier considered. A significant win.
Jack leaned in the doorway with his arms crossed, watching Robby with a soft and patient look. Frank was still in bed, sheets tangled around his hips, hair wrecked from both sleep and the half-hearted hand job Jack had given him around 5:30 just to hear Langdon whine before grabbing coffee.
Robby glanced up toward the door and grinned when Jack met his gaze.
“You gonna help or just loom like a gargoyle?”
“A sexy gargoyle, I hope.” Jack scoffed in offense and pushed off the frame. “I’m supervising, good old quality control.”
“Supervising me packing socks? High art.”
Jack hummed and passed Robby, crossing to the bed instead. He sat on the edge near Frank’s knees and rested one hand on Frank’s bare thigh where the covers slid off the skin, thumb tracing slow, absent circles over the muscle there. Frank’s breath hitched, but he kept his eyes contentedly shut, playing possum.
Robby noticed the movement out of the corner of his eye and sighed. “You two are terrible at subtlety.”
“Yeah, we’re not trying to be subtle,” Jack said mildly.
Abbot’s hand slid higher, fingers brushing over the crease where thigh met groin. Frank’s cock was already half-hard from the attention alone, twitching under the sheet. Jack didn’t acknowledge it, just kept caressing the skin, keeping the touch casual, like he was smoothing out a wrinkle.
Robby forced his gaze away and went straight back to packing, but his movements were noticeably slower now. He kept stealing quick glances at the bed every now and then. He folded a pair of boxers, tucked them into the pannier, and paused.
“I’m gonna miss this, you know? The domestic chaos. You two scheming while I pretend not to notice.”
Frank finally opened his eyes and cracked a soft smile. “We’re not scheming. Jack’s just horny.”
Jack laughed softly in agreement.
“Guilty.” He tugged the sheet down an inch. Frank’s cock lay heavy against his stomach now, flushed dark at the tip.
Jack wrapped his hand around it, not stroking yet, just holding it loosely in his warm palm. Frank exhaled through his nose, hips shifting once before he forced them still.
Robby zipped the pannier and sighed. “You’re gonna kill him before I even leave the driveway.”
“I promise I’ll revive him after,” Jack said cheekily and leaned down, kissing the side of Frank’s knee, slowly moving higher.
Langdon’s hand found Jack’s hair, fingers threading through the gray curls, giving them a barely-there tug.
Robby stood up, cracking his neck in a quick stretch.
“I still need to pack the kitchen bag: stove fuel, coffee grinder, and that stupid little French press that keeps leaking.”
Jack looked up, eyes dark with lust.
“It can wait,” he purred out slowly.
“It can wait,” Frank agreed, voice coming out rough.
“Okay, okay. I see how it is.” Robby raised both hands in mock surrender.
He crossed to the bed and sat on Frank’s other side. He leaned in and kissed Langdon, slow and deep. Frank opened up for it immediately, tongue sliding against Robby’s, hand reaching to palm Robby through the shorts.
Seeing this, Jack didn’t wait long. He shifted and knelt between Frank’s spread thighs, pushing the sheet all the way off. Frank’s legs fell open without resistance, chest heaving with the promise of pleasure to come.
Jack’s mouth found the head of Frank’s cock, tongue circling once, twice, then sliding down in one smooth motion. Frank groaned into Robby’s mouth, hips jerking up erratically.
Robby broke the kiss to watch for a moment.
Jack’s head was bobbing in slow, deliberate movements, Frank’s chest rising fast, the wet sound of it filling the room. Robby smiled at the sight and leaned down, kissing Frank’s throat, his collarbone, his chest.
“You’re gonna be so fucking taken care of, baby. Look at him. He’s already ruined you and it’s barely eight,” Robby murmured against the soft skin.
Frank laughed at that, just a breathless and wrecked sound.
“He’s trying to distract you.”
“Mhm, it’s working,” Robby said cheerfully and reached over, brushing Jack’s hair back in a tender touch.
Abbot glanced up, meeting Robby’s eyes, and hollowed his cheeks on the next pull.
Frank swore under his breath.
Robby pulled away for a moment, only long enough to strip off his shorts. He climbed back onto the bed, nuzzling close to Frank’s side. Robby’s own cock was hard now too, brushing against Langdon’s bare hip as Robby leaned in to kiss him again.
Jack kept sucking steadily while Robby rocked gently, rubbing his cock over Frank’s skin in teasing touches.
Frank broke the kiss long enough to gasp out, “Fuck—Jack—”
Jack pulled off with a wet sound and replaced his mouth with his hand. The strokes were slow now, thumb circling the head on every upstroke.
“You want me inside you, Frankie? While Robby watches?”
Frank nodded—fast, desperate.
“God, you’re so easy when he talks like that,” Robby chuckled, low and fond, staring at Frank’s flushed face and stealing another kiss.
Jack reached for the nightstand, grabbing the lube they kept in the drawer there. He slicked himself quickly, then pushed Frank’s knees wider, making sure Langdon’s back was comfortably flat. One of Abbot’s hands rested on Frank’s hip, right by Robby’s cock, feeling the warmth coming from it; the other guided his own dick closer.
He pressed in slowly, watching Frank’s face the whole time. Langdon’s mouth fell open, eyes fluttering shut. Jack bottomed out with a groan and held still for a second, letting Frank get used to the feeling of being stretched out. Langdon was still pleasantly loose from last night, taking Jack’s entire length without any resistance.
Robby shifted upward so he could kiss Langdon again, enjoying the way Frank gasped into his mouth. He kept the kiss messy and open-mouthed as Jack started to move with measured thrusts, each deep and slow. Frank’s hands clutched at both of his lovers: one hand on Jack’s hips, one on Robby’s lower thigh.
Robby pulled back just enough to speak against Frank’s lips.
“Look at you. Taking him so good. He’ll keep you full all month, huh? Every time you miss me, he’ll just bend you over the couch, the kitchen counter, the shower—fuck, wherever.”
Frank moaned loud and shameless, staring into Robby’s eyes. “Fuck—Robby—”
Jack picked up the pace, hips snapping harder now. The bed creaked. Skin slapped against skin with a wet sound. Frank’s cock leaked steadily against his stomach; Robby wrapped a hand around it, stroking it just in time with Jack’s thrusts.
“We should buy one of those double-ended dildos, you know? So when I’m gone, you two can just play together. Keep each other company,” Robby whispered, placing a kiss on Frank’s collarbone.
“Jesus, Robby.” Jack laughed, already breathless and ragged from keeping up the fast pace.
Frank’s laugh turned into a whine midway. “You’re both insane.”
“Insane and horny,” Robby corrected and kissed Frank’s jaw. “Come on, baby. Let go. Let him fuck it out of you.”
Frank came with a drawn-out whine—back arching, hand clamping down on Robby’s wrist, his cum spilling hot over Robby’s fingers and his own stomach. Jack followed a few seconds later, grinding deep and groaning Frank’s name like a prayer. Robby kept stroking Langdon through it, his touch gentle now. He stopped when Frank shuddered with finality and went limp.
They stayed like that for a minute, just breathing hard.
Jack eased out slowly and kissed Frank’s inner thigh as Robby licked his palm clean, all sated.
Frank watched Robby for a moment, taking in his still-hard cock that he left unattended, always taking care of his partners first, and rolled to the side with one smooth motion, mouth already open. He took Robby all the way in a single wet glide. Robby’s breath hitched, hips jerking once before he settled back against the headboard with a low groan.
Abbot inched closer immediately, one hand stroking reverently down Robby’s chest while the other cupped the back of his neck like he was something sacred.
“Fuck, look at you,” Jack whispered against Robby’s temple, voice thick with worship. “So beautiful when you let him have you. That’s it—let Frank take every inch. You deserve this too, baby. You deserve everything.” His fingers traced slow, adoring circles over Robby’s hip, thumb brushing the crease of his thigh like he couldn’t stop himself from touching Robby.
Frank hummed around him, sucking steady and hungry, eyes flicking up to watch Robby’s face. Abbot kept murmuring soft, reverent praise right against Robby’s ear—“Perfect. So fucking perfect for us”—until Robby’s thighs tensed, a broken moan punched out of him, and he came hard down Frank’s throat.
Only then did Abbot press one last kiss to Robby’s shoulder, still caressing him like he was holy.
The silence filled the bedroom, cocooning them—and then Robby burst the bubble.
“Okay. Now I really have to pack,” he said quietly.
“You’re the worst.” Frank groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes. “I blow your brains out after Jack fucks me, putting on a show for you, and you’re still on about the packing.”
Robby stood, still naked, and started gathering clothes again.
“I am, but at least I’m leaving you in very capable hands.” He glanced back, eyes soft. “Seriously. Take care of each other. I’ll be back before you know it.”
“Remember to pack your charger and the power bank.” Frank lowered his arm just enough to look at Robby. “So you don’t bleed out on some sketchy descent just because your battery died.”
“Promise, I’m packing it right now.” Robby leaned over and kissed Frank’s forehead, then Jack’s. “Love you both.”
“Love you,” they said together.
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The garage smelled sharply of rubber, chain lube, and the faint metallic tang of the bike’s exhaust still cooling from the pre-trip warm-up. Robby was already straddling the loaded Triumph Bonneville with the panniers bulging at the sides, the top box strapped tight, the handlebar bag stuffed with protein snacks and the satellite communicator. Robby had already pulled on his armored jacket that made him look insanely hot according to Jack, gloves tucked under one arm, helmet resting on the tank between his thighs.
The engine wasn’t running yet; Robby was just sitting there, checking all the straps one last time, making small adjustments like he could delay the inevitable goodbye by fussing around.
Frank appeared in the open doorway, clearly summoned by the sound of the kickstand settling. He was barefoot, wearing only a pair of gray boxer briefs and the oversized, navy-blue hoodie that Robby had worn earlier that morning. The sleeves swallowed his hands; the hem almost hit mid-thigh. Langdon’s hair was still sleep-mussed, eyes a little red with the sudden and panicky awareness that Robby was actually leaving.
He didn’t say anything at first. He just crossed the concrete floor in quick, quiet steps and stopped beside the bike. Robby looked up, his smile starting soft, then faltering when he saw the raw look on Frank’s face.
Langdon reached out, fingers curling into the sleeve of Robby’s jacket, needing the texture to ground himself. He dug his fingers into the tight leather, making sure it was sturdy enough to keep Robby’s body safe. As safe as it could be. Then Frank stepped closer, swinging one leg over the back of the seat without asking for permission. He settled behind Robby, arms wrapped tight around Robby’s waist, chest pressing to his back, cheek nuzzling against the cool leather between Robby’s shoulder blades. The sweatshirt rode up; bare thighs bracketed Robby’s hips.
Robby exhaled a laugh that was half affection, half ache. “Hey. Thought you were gonna stay in bed and let Jack pamper you.”
“Changed my mind.” Frank’s voice came muffled against Robby’s back.
Robby set the gloves down, covering Frank’s hands with his own where they locked over his stomach. “You’re gonna freeze out here, you’re half naked.”
“Don’t care.”
Jack appeared then, leaning in the doorway with his arms crossed, still in the soft sleep pants he’d pulled on after they’d all collapsed on the bed earlier. His hair was damp from the quick shower he’d taken while Robby finished packing. He didn’t step closer just yet. He watched with his jaw tight, something akin to worry flickering behind his eyes.
Frank felt it without looking. He lifted his head just enough to glance back at Abbot. “I’m fine,” he said preemptively.
Jack’s mouth twitched. “You look like you’re about to cry on his jacket.”
“I’m not.” Frank’s grip on Robby tightened in contrast to his words. “I just needed to feel him for a minute. Before he disappears into goddamn nowhere.”
Robby twisted at the waist, careful not to unseat Frank, and cupped the back of Frank’s neck. He pulled him in for a slow, lingering kiss, the kind that tasted like a goodbye and a promise at the same time. When they parted, Robby rested his forehead against Frank’s.
“Thirty-one days,” he murmured. “Not forever. I’ll call every other night. Send pictures of terrible diner food and mountains that are so pretty that they look fake. You’ll get sick of hearing my voice.”
“Doubt it.” Frank huffed, stubbornly trying to keep his voice steady even though it was teetering on a sob.
Jack finally moved. He crossed the garage in three strides and stopped beside the bike. One hand went to Frank’s bare knee, thumb brushing over the skin, trying to warm him up. The other rested on Robby’s shoulder, grounding.
“You got everything?” Jack asked, voice low. “Tracker charged? Emergency contacts updated? That stupid bear spray you swore you wouldn’t need?”
“Yes. Yes. And yes, it’s in the left pannier.” Robby grinned.
Jack didn’t smile back. His eyes flicked to Frank, then to the open garage door where the morning light was turning everything gold. “You’re really doing this.”
“I am.” Robby reached up, squeezing Jack’s forearm. “And you’re really gonna take care of our boy while I’m gone. Right?”
“Yeah.” Jack’s thumb kept moving on Frank’s knee in small, steady circles. “But I don’t like him looking like this when you ride off.”
Frank turned his head, pressing his lips to Robby’s neck just under the jaw. “I’ll be okay. Just… don’t do anything heroic, okay? No racing trucks down gravel passes. No risking it for the views.”
Robby chuckled. “No promises on that part. The views are killer.”
Frank bit him lightly in warning, right under the jaw. Robby hissed and chuckled softly. He twisted again, kissing Frank properly this time—deep enough that Frank made a small, involuntary sound in the back of his throat. When they broke apart, Robby looked at Jack.
“C’mere, baby.”
Jack leaned in and Robby met him halfway, kissing him with the same depth and certainty. Frank stayed wrapped around Robby, cheek against his back, feeling the shift of muscles and the sharp intakes of breath as Jack and Robby kissed over his arms.
When they separated, Robby’s voice was rough with emotion. “Be good, both of you. Stay safe. Fuck each other stupid, and text me proof-of-life pictures so I don’t worry.”
“You’re the one riding into bear country.” Jack snorted. “We’ll just be at home and in the ED.”
“Exactly,” Robby said dryly and patted Frank’s thigh. “Hop off, baby. Let me start this thing before I lose my nerve and ditch this whole thing.”
Frank didn’t move right away. He pressed one more kiss to the back of Robby’s neck, then slowly unwound his arms. He slid off the seat, bare feet hitting the cold concrete, and stepped back, Jack immediately pulling him in, arm around Frank’s shoulders, hand rubbing up and down his arm to chase the chill.
Robby pulled on his gloves, settled the helmet over his head, and flipped the visor up. The bike came to life with a low rumble that vibrated through the garage floor. He looked at them both, taking in their faces. Frank tucked against Jack’s side, trying not to show how much it was affecting him to see Robby leave, Jack’s jaw set in that worried line he got whenever he and Robby had fought.
“I love you,” Robby said, his voice carrying over the idle.
“Love you,” Frank answered, quieter.
“Love you too, Mike,” Jack echoed, his hand tightening on Frank’s shoulder.
Robby nodded once—like that sealed it—dropped the visor, and eased the bike forward, rolling out into the driveway, sunlight catching the chrome and the loaded bags.
He paused at the end of the driveway and looked back, lifting one gloved hand in a wave.
Frank lifted his in return, fingers trembling just a little as he waved back.
Jack raised his hand too. It was steady, but his eyes told the truth, welling up with tears he furiously tried to blink away.
Robby revved once in a playful attempt to cheer them up, then turned left and disappeared down the street.
The garage fell quiet except for their uneven breathing.
Jack turned Frank toward him, cupped his face with both hands. “He’s coming back,” he whispered, and Frank knew that Abbot was saying that for the sake of them both.
“I know.” He whispered and offered a supportive smile.
“Come inside. You’re freezing.” Jack kissed his forehead, then his mouth, anchoring himself. “I’ll make coffee. We’ll crawl back into bed and pretend the house isn’t too quiet.”
“Yeah. Okay.” Frank nodded against Jack’s chest, ignoring the single tear that rolled down his cheek.
They walked back into the house together, ready to face the next month with heads held tight, no matter how much longing would pull them down.