Fucking idiot, he thought as he fumbled with his keys in the lock, his stained shirt sticking to him as he did. He wasn’t normally one to stop in the cafe before work but he’d been desperate and in a hurry. And now you’re going to be even later. Shouldn’t have snoozed that alarm this morning.
He kicked the door closed behind him as he dropped his things and finished internally cursing the idiot who decided they didn’t want a lid on their coffee before quickly moving upstairs towards the bedroom, pulling at his shirt as he did. He’d probably have to throw it out now.
Stupid idiot, who- no, don’t start again. He’d just grab a new shirt and head back out. Maybe sneak another quick kiss with Aaron before he left. He smiled slightly at the thought, quickly entering their bedroom, looking for his boyfriend but noticing the room was empty.
Did he say he was going out today? He pondered before catching the sound of the shower running in the ensuite with a nod. Changing direction, he moved towards the wardrobe, quickly glancing through his hanging shirts, looking for another to replace the one that had just been ruined. Fingers crossed, he and Jimmy were this close to getting the stubborn client they’d been dealing with to change the date of the haulage run and today would hopefully seal the deal.
He’d quickly grabbed a clean shirt, having just shrugged off the ruined one, realising that his torso was all sticky when he heard a noise from behind him. A soft groan, but that wasn’t right. He turned and stepped away from the wardrobe, suddenly concerned that maybe Aaron wasn't feeling well.
He seemed fine when I left though. Maybe…
There it was again, no longer muffled, resonating clear as day through the less than soundproof bathroom door. Another groan. No, not a groan. It sounded more like…
Oh.
Robert felt his mouth instantly go dry as his heart rate sped up to unhealthy levels. He knew that sound. He’d become intimately familiar with it over the last five years. It may have been a few months since he’d heard it up close and personal, but it was a noise that he’d never forget.
Swallowing hard he stepped closer to the door, his hands itching to reach for the knob and push it open. His brain ever so helpfully had kicked into overdrive, pushing out all the intimate images of the brunette from over the years that he’d come to appreciate at warp speed.
“Ah,” Aaron’s voice echoed quietly. So breathy and needy.
“Fuck,” he whispered.
He tightly clenched his hands at his sides, using every ounce of willpower he possessed to keep his feet planted where they were. He couldn’t just walk in there. Not now. A few months ago, yeah. He would’ve tugged his own clothes off, meeting be damned, and quickly joined the smaller man, making sure it was his hands, his mouth making Aaron come undone. But it wasn’t like it used to be. They weren’t there yet. Even if Aaron had finally admitted that he was ready, Robert couldn’t help but feel like walking in now would be breaking all the rules.
Another breathy moan, this one a little different but one he was still intimately familiar with. Aaron was close. And fuck, why did this have to be so hard?
Closing his eyes against the temptation he quickly moved to the bed, grabbing the shirt he’d chosen and pulled it on over his shoulders. He’d just have to deal with the fact that he was most likely going to be sticking to the material all day. Dropping the stained shirt into the washing basket, he ran down the stairs, swiftly gathering his things, and was back out of the house before Aaron was any wiser. Leaning back against the front door as it closed behind him, his heavy breathing echoing throughout the hall, he felt his resolve slipping and knew it was going to be an incredibly trying day. He wasn’t going to be able to get those sounds out of his head for the rest of the afternoon, nevermind the last image of a wet and soapy Aaron, eyes heavy with lust that his brain had so thoughtfully conjured up.
He quickly buttoned up the shirt and threw his blazer on over the top, realising a moment too late that the shirt was in fact Aaron’s and that the smaller man’s after shave softly lingered to the collar.
Oh, give me a break! I’m not a saint, you know?
He could go back in, grab one of his own, and avoid being tormented for the rest of the day. But he had to leave. He couldn’t put Aaron in that position and the longer he stayed, the more likely Aaron was to discover that he wasn’t alone. And embarrassing the brunette was definitely not on his agenda.
Shaking his head against the idea, he pulled on his coat and grabbed his things, rushing outside before he lost all of his manners and decorum and finally had his way with Aaron
Update on ILYA... I’m sure most of you know by now that I was a complete idiot the other day and managed to lose the whole of chapter 33 when it was literally a few hundred words from being complete. I was hoping to recover the chapter but sadly that’s not possible, so I’m now in the process of re-writing it. However, as I feel kinda bad that I’m keeping you guys waiting and because a few people have asked this morning, I’m going to post a little preview 😘
*knocks politely on ask box* just dropping by to see how you're holding up. And to send you a virtual hug and I hope losing the chapter didn't set you back too far. Hopefully it's not making you stress. ❤
Aww, Hello anon! Not going to lie, it’s been a week of stressing. I can’t believe I went and bloody lost the most important chapter so far. But, don’t worry, the re-write is coming along nicely and I should have it ready for you soon. Hugs to you anon, you lovely human!❤️
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Some fairly important news from the AO3 today, re: the covid-related traffic increase and how they are coping. The entire post is worth reading but the big stuff I think is:
logged out users will see delays in work updates, on an hour cycle it seems
logged out users will no longer count towards hit counts for the foreseeable future
this uptick in traffic is corresponding with server maintenance and updates, so while they would like to add new servers to abate the trouble, they both need to finish their current work and then get ahold of some servers, which might be difficult at this time
my recommendation is to get yourselves some AO3 accounts if you somehow don’t have one yet. and, as a creator, I would highly recommend leaving feedback on stuff you like. there is going to be an artificial decrease in hits for authors for a while, and this is a particularly lonely and stressful time. if someone’s work is helping you through this difficult time…. help them in return.
I'm so sorry, I wish I could help you but sadly I'm beyond useless when it comes to stuff like that. I hope someone can help you.
Aw, don’t worry, I’m useless at it all too. Thank you to anyone that’s tried to help. I’ve used the help thingy on google to see if they can do anything. Let’s hope if it’s recovered that they dont read it 🤣
Just wanted to say your latest update was heaven. Also, now that I have a pretty good idea of what's coming in the next chapter the wait will be brutal!! I do want to thank you for sharing this story with us though because it genuinely fills me with joy. Hope all is well with you💜💜
Thank you so much lovely! You’ve been one of the main cheerleaders for this fic since the beginning, I always look forward to reading your comments and tags on here too! The next chapter is indeed the one you’ve been waiting for and I’m working on it to make it the best that I can for you all!❤️
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