Ho Robert - Jealousy
Flambae knows he is not the first to lay his hands on Robert. He's well aware of the fact, having long ago concluded that the entirety of the Z Team, minus Golem, has slept with the man in one capacity or another. He's also well aware that their dispatcher used sex as stress relief and has been doing so for a very long time. Long before Flambae ever met him.
It doesn't make this easier, though.
Watching the man from the side of the bar, standing deep in the shadows to avoid attracting unwanted attention. Flambae wasn't even supposed to be here, certainly wasn't supposed to see Robert in his natural habitat. All he wanted was to unwind from a hard shift, pick up some boytoy for the night, and get his rocks off.
Who knew that minutes after walking in, the pyrokinetic would be subjected to the sight of Robert lounging against the body of a tall supe at the back booths. He's smaller, fitting into the embrace well, and letting the guy tilt his head up by the chin to get peppered with sweet kisses.
Flambae can see Robert's tired eyes close in delight, his lips stretch in a smile. The man is sitting on the other's lap, legs thrown over the seat of the booth. His fingers clench, itching to wrap around the hand that had found a home on the small of Robert's back.
As he sinks deeper into the shadows of the broken lightbulb that hangs above the bar, neon light from the blue and red BudLight sign hung on the wall reflecting off his suit, Flambae can do nothing but swallow his burning jealousy.
