Renly was that kid when he was younger, the one that was good at everything and everyone liked him because he was a ‘precious peach’, born sixteen years after both his siblings didn’t leave enough time for him to grow up with them. Stannis Baratheon had been the one that had to look after him because Robert couldn’t to busy being free and young. Star of the football team and with looks to back it up, Renly and Robert would hardly know each other even later on in life when they had grown older and gained more life experience.
It had been his older brother’s wisdom that had been the reason he met Robb Stark, Stannis thought it had been best to move and no have him raised with his overly friendly mother who took men and sometimes woman to her bed for money to support the household and he expected out of joy of sexual pleasure although linking the two things together made him cringe and he never knew his father, not really and Stannis knew just as much as he did. His estranged father was a business man, that supported his decision to move and ended up giving them monthly allowance, a kindness he didn’t show to the mother of his children outside the required amount he had to give her each fortnight. He had moved a far distance away too, it seemed like the goal was the further away from the better. This place ended up being exciting when he was younger, it was big but as he grew older Renly realised with half empty thinking that it was actually empty. The Stark family that lived across him the two Baratheon brothers was what he wished he could have, a family and siblings that were around his age. That he could grow up with and not feel like they were his parents looking down at him.
When he was twelve, he meet Robb properly, a tall and slender boy that was two years younger than he was. Bright blue eyes and the red highlights of his hair seemed to be something he got from his mother Catelyn Stark rather than his father Ned whose genetics seemed to go more to Jon. From the moment they met Robb seemed to have become taken with him, following the youngest Baratheon around until he decided that regardless of him being younger, the age of two years seemed so much bigger to his younger mind and they had become inseparable. One couldn’t be seen without the older unless it had been class. They even shared beds most nights, switching from house to house.
Robb was a clingy sleeper he would realise during the first time they shared a bed, the Stark’s long arms around his waist and his body curled around his when he woke up in the morning. Somehow they had ended up doing this often. Pouting at Renly, as he explained that the other ten year olds in class made fun of him for not having his first kiss and the Baratheon suspected that they didn’t have theirs either but Robb Stark looked like someone that would be an easy target. They made a mistake their, he had never seen him cry even after he fractured his arm a while back, the problem was that the kicked puppy expression he did make for same when he didn’t get his way generally made people feel bad for him and they needed to do this for the supposedly helpless Stark.
“What does this have to do with me?” He had managed to say that one sentence as he was tackled to the ground, hips ground hard into his own. Renly ends up blushing crimson as he wondered who exactly taught Robb that, “Robb what?”
“I want you to give me my first kiss.” He said with a boldness that wasn’t uncharacteristic of him, he just wished he’d stop humping him while he told him what he wanted. Shifting as he grew uncomfortable hard in the skin tight jeans he now cursed himself for wearing. His friend didn’t seem to notice as he stared down at him with beaming eyes, waiting for permission.
“Fine, only because I don’t want anyone bullying you.” He couldn’t help himself, he knew he’d give Robb anything that he asked for. He beams happily as if he was told he all over again that he was getting one of those rare direwolves. It turned out he didn’t have to do anything at all as Robb leans down at seals their lips together, lips bumping together awkwardly at force of the kiss it was easy to tell of the Stark boys inexperience, not that he could talk this had been his first kiss too. He didn’t end up regretting his first kiss even if it was terrible.
Their relationship didn’t change all that much since they were practically doing all the things couples were meant to do already like sharing the same bed and body heat. Robb seemed to develop this little likening for curling his fingers through Renly’s already wild black hair when they kissed. He had gotten more handsome with age but so did Robb, becoming more tall and muscular with broader shoulders, that kicked puppy look didn’t go away though and it still remained one of the best weapons to get Renly to get off his ass on the weekend to go out and do things with him even if it was just walking that dog of his Grey Wind. But he had also grown up jealous of the admirers Renly ended up getting, he ended up having to stay at the Stark residence when his brother and his new family had caught him in the middle of getting a blow job and that wasn’t something that was easily explainable or written on an apology card, “I’m sorry that your children are now mentally scarred by the imagine of me getting a blow job” was apparently just not a card they were interested in selling.
