8 Works by Stitch_Me_Not
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It had been nearly three weeks since Dennis had last had any part of Robby on his body outside the times Robby would unconsciously rest his hand on the back of Dennis’ neck or between his shoulder blades. A tease, that's what Dr Robby was. A goddamn infuriatingly attractive tease.
And he's about to make it Dennis problem.
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Jack gritted his teeth together before he placed a palm on the thin wood and gently pushed it open.
And there was Robby, back against the wall and legs splayed out in front of him, palms resting limply on his thighs. He was fully dressed, still in his scrubs. His skin was an odd combination of pale yet flushed; his cheeks were a concerning shade of rosy and the bags under his eyes were darker than Jack had ever seen. And that was saying something.
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“You know,” Paddy murmured and smiled softly down at the sand shifting beneath his boot. “You're different from him.”
Out of the corner of his eye he watched as Eoin froze. He let out a little chuckle but Paddy could hear the tightness of it.
“Different from who?”
“Eoin.”
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A one shot based on The Summer Hikaru Died
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Pat was sitting naked in Jim's lap.
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- Part 8 of SASRH Sexcapade Drabble Challenge
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Jock had Paddy on his knees
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- Part 7 of SASRH Sexcapade Drabble Challenge
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Dave watched as Pat thrusted into Jim.
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- Part 4 of SASRH Sexcapade Drabble Challenge
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Paddy had Bill by the throat as he held him against the wall
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- Part 3 of SASRH Sexcapade Drabble Challenge
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The creak of the pub door, and the sudden increase of incoherent chatter from inside for just a brief moment before the door was quickly shut, alerted him to the fact that he was no longer able to enjoy this respite alone. He couldn’t quite make out who it was until they plopped down beside him, jostling him as they did so with nary an apology, and put a cigarette to their lips.
“What do you want, Reg?” Bill sighed.“Fraser.”
“Hm?”
“Wanna take me home?”