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Jack had been planning on going grocery shopping and running errands. He had not been planning on going to the pitt today. But that was before he walked into the garage and found Robby's helmet sitting on the bench. Which would have been fine if the bike had also still been in the garage.
Jack took a deep breath, grabbing the helmet from the passenger seat before getting out of the suv. He had to calm himself down before he could even come up here. He had had this conversation with Mike before, he wasn't looking forward to having it with him again.
“Dr. Abbot?”
Robby turned, looking up from the tablet he was going through. He wasn't sure why his husband was there on his day off. He blinked, catching sight of the helmet under Jack's arm before taking an automatic step back.
“Robinavitch! Don't you dare.” Jack warned, locking eyes with his partner. The fact that most of the residents and nurses quickly disappeared, didn't faze him. He didn't need his husband running right now.
Robby grimaced, moving toward his husband at the gesture. He hated when Jack used that voice toward him. It was fine when he used it on other people, but he hated having that disappointed voice used on him especially at work. “Jack?”
“Do you want to tell me why your helmet was at home but your bike wasn't, Michael?” Jack questioned quietly. He wasn't happy but that wasn't the business of the entire ED.
“Uh- I must not have seen it.” The lie sounded fake as soon as he said it. Robby looked down, not wanting to see Jack's face. He was pretty sure his partner was doing that thing with his eyebrow and if he didn't look, he wouldn't see the very sexy eyebrow raise that also meant he was in deep shit.
Jack took a deep breath, studying Mike for a moment. “You are in enough trouble, sweetheart. Do you really want all our colleagues to see you get smacked?” The rapid headshake was adorable.
“I'm sorry.” Robby glanced up at the ringing phone, catching Dana's eyes. The headshake told him it wasn't good. “Can we talk about this at home?”
“We can. You get off in four hours. This helmet better be on your head the entire ride home or you won't be sitting on that bike any time soon.” Jack ordered quietly, knowing that the only other person who could hear him was Dana.
“Jaack.” Robby whined softly, accepting the helmet and the soft kiss, before turning toward the incoming trauma. He was not looking forward to going home in four hours.
Robby was going to kill someone. He didn't know who had a death wish, but someone kept moving his helmet. Every time he put it on the floor, someone put it right back in the middle of his work station. Which meant he blushed every time he saw it.
He was definitely not looking forward to going home but he desperately wanted away from the outright teasing and the subtle reminders that he was in trouble. Robby knew he was in trouble, his employees didn't have to rub it in. He was dreading going home in an hour. Not because he was scared of his husband. Robby wasn't scared but he knew he had fucked up again.
The problem was he knew exactly what to expect from Jack. This wasn't the first time he had done this, it wasn't even accidental this time. He could have just asked for what he needed. But he didn't. Instead he had done the one thing he knew would make Jack strap him. The ominous text from his husband, to let him know to text him when he was on the way, didn't make him feel any calmer. He wasn't stupid. Robby knew even if he did run, Jack would find him eventually.
That didn't mean he didn't delay going home. An hour after his shift was supposed to end, he was still working. Robby knew he probably should go home when he snapped at the night shift intern but he didn't. It took a very stern look from Lena for him to finally decide to leave. He grabbed the stupid helmet, carrying it out to his bike. He attached it to the back of the seat before hesitating.
Jack would kill him. He would be dead. He would never sit again. Did he really want to break the same rule twice in one day? Robby wasn't sure how long he stood there but it must have been too long.
Lena reached past him, unhooking the helmet from the bike and holding it up. She wasn't quite tall enough to put it on Robby's head. “Bend.” She ordered firmly, raising an eyebrow when he hesitated. She plopped the helmet on his head, clicking the strap in place before tapping his elbow. “Text your husband and go home, Dr. Robinavitch.”
“Lena.” He wasn't whining, Robby would deny it was whining. He refrained from the childish urge to stomp his foot, reaching for the helmet strap. He yelped at the sharp smack to his thigh, glaring at her.
“You are wearing the helmet, Michael. You want to push Jack, be my guest. God knows he enjoys it as much as you do. But not at the expense of your life.” Lena scolded firmly, meeting his eyes until Robby looked away.
“Yes ma'am.” Robby mumbled finally, knowing she wasn't going to leave him until he agreed. She had an ED to manage, Shen was probably in there creating chaos. He didn't need to take any more of her time. “I'll go home.”
She waited until he mounted the bike, taking a step back so he could take off. Lena was going to text Jack before she went back inside.
-x-
He took the long way home. Robby wasn't running, just delaying. It took 30 minutes longer for him to get home than it should have but he was also aware that Jack would check his location, he would know that he was just taking the long way.
He didn't want Jack worrying though, so he did eventually pull into the drive way, helmet still firmly on his head. Honestly, Robby was more afraid of Lena than he was of what Jack would do. He wasn't going to disobey Lena, or Dana for that matter.
He parked in the garage, removing his helmet before slowly entering the house. The fact that Jack was sitting at the kitchen table waiting for him didn't surprise him. The fact that both the strap and his maintenance paddle were laying on the table did. Robby took a step back, catching his partner's eyes. “Jack-”
“Sit down, Michael." Jack ordered, gesturing to the chair. He blamed himself for part of this. He knew they both needed maintenance, it helped balance both of them. But he had let it fall to the side again because of work.
Robby sat, eyes fixated on the strap. He absolutely hated it. He needed it. But he hated it. “I'm sorry.”
“We are going back to doing maintenance spankings every week, starting tomorrow.You need the structure and I need that control.” Jack paused to see if Mike protested. It wouldn't be the first time he paddled Mike with an already sore backside. “Tonight you are going over my lap for a session with the strap. Objections?”
“No sir.” He wasn't going to object to something that he had practically begged for. Robby had known exactly what consequences his actions had when he chose to do it. “I am sorry. I just- sorry.”
“You could have just asked Mike. Instead, you made a dangerous choice. We both handle motorcycle crashes every day. You know what can happen. I don't want to lose you because you want to push. We can find other ways for you to push. Safely. Because next time you show up to work without a helmet, I'm letting Dana or Lena handle you.” Jack responded quietly, letting his fear drop into his voice for a moment.
Robby closed his eyes, taking a deep breath when his husband's hand rested on his. “I didn't mean to worry you. I just don't know how to make myself ask.”
“I know love. We will work on it together. Let's go to the living room, yeah?” Jack stood slowly, picking up the strap with his free hand before helping Mike to his feet. He guided his partner to the couch, sitting down and setting the strap to the side.
Robby took a step back the minute Jack let go of his hand. He eyed his husband for a moment before quietly kneeling and reaching for Jack's leg. He could tell it was hurting him from how he had been walking. Robby removed the prosthetic carefully before leaning back on his heels.
Jack let him kneel there until Mike's shoulders relaxed, leaning forward to lift his chin up so he had to meet his eyes. “Color?”
“Green, sir.” Robby took a deep breath before moving to his feet. It didn't even matter that it was punishment, Jack always checked. He stepped back to Jack's side, unhooking his pants and bending over at the gesture.
Jack shifted Mike so it was more comfortable for both of them before tapping his hip. He pulled Mike's pants and boxers down when he lifted his hips, resting a hand on the bare bottom. He rubbed for a moment before bringing his hand down briskly.
Robby whined softly, closing his eyes when Jack rested the strap against his bottom. The light tap was the only warning he got before the strap came down full force. “Jack!”
“You wear a helmet when you get on that damn bike, Michael, or you don't get on it. Understood?” Jack laid down another stripe of fire below the first, catching Mike's hand when it flew back. He knew Mike well enough to know that he wasn't reaching back to block but for comfort. He squeezed gently, pinning it to his back before bringing the strap down again.
It wasn't until Jack started back from the top of his ass, that Robby started sobbing. “I'm sorry! I won't ride without a helmet!”
“I know love. We are almost done.” Jack answered quietly, using his thumb to rub circles in Mike's wrist. He brought the strap down twice more on Mike's thighs, dropping the strap at the broken sob. He knew he was where he needed to be. “I got you, sweetheart. I got you.” Jack released Mike's wrist, rubbing his back through the worst of the tears.
Robby pushed himself up, settling half on Jack's lap and half on the couch. He buried his face in Jack's chest, closing his eyes at the soft kiss to his temple. Despite the pain in his ass, sitting at work was going to suck, he felt so much lighter.