I'm revisiting the works that I put on pause for FMI, so here's a bit from a doc titled "robron emotional thing" aka extra vulnerable Robert Sugden because that's how I roll in here 😅.
“Well, well, I’d like to say I’m surprised, but not really.” Cain’s tone is almost amused as he leans against the doorframe, a little smirk playing at his lips, “I hope you’re not distracting Aaron too much, Sugden.”
Aaron feels himself tensing, ready to step in if needed.
“I’m only providing my very professional expertise." Robert says, smooth and bright. He’s still smiling, looking calm and-
Beautiful. He’s so beautiful and he matters so much that Aaron has to curl his hands into fists, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh of his palms so he doesn’t think about it, doesn’t think about himself, because it really shouldn’t matter now.
“Haven’t lost your touch, eh?” Cain hums, taking a step closer, looking at fiat 500 Aaron has been working on, “Looking good. Why don’t you go have a pint? Tell Chas to put it on me, I’ll stop by after closing up here.”
“I think we’ll pass.” Aaron says, taking his overalls off and quickly wiping his hands before making his way to Robert, touching his elbow, “Do you want to hop off?”
Robert nods, looking distracted, and he follows Aaron’s touch as he slides off the table. He wobbles a little when he lands on the floor, leaning forward, and Aaron’s hand flies to wrap around his waist instinctively, making sure to keep him upright. Robert exhales deeply, leaning into him, and his thin shirt is sweated through on the small of his back, clinging to Aaron’s arm, the damp heat making him breathless.
Robert’s breathing hitches, and Aaron tries to swallow around the pressure in his chest.
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