#mackrob fic

[madroxed]

research required [emmerdale. mackenzie/robert. explicit. ~2.8k.]

“Ow,” Robert says, moving Mack’s knee from where it’s just whacked him in the neck. “Do you have any control over your limbs?” “Shut up,” Mack tells him, flushing. “Just, I dunno. Get on with it or something.” “Get on with it or something,” Robert mutters, and bites at Mack’s hip in retaliation. That’s quite nice, actually, he can get on board with that. “Real romantic. Atmospheric.” He does take the head of Mack’s cock in his mouth though, so he’s not too upset. [Or: Mack knows he and Robert could have great sex, they've just gotta figure it out.]

@ A03

a/n: once again, happy mackrob summer, pals! this is nonsense but i had fun writing it.

[jcforsapphics]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/75496896

Robert's presence is jarring- not just because of the intrusion, but because he's clean. Crisp white shirt, hair perfectly tousled, smelling faintly of expensive cologne. It’s a stark contrast to Mack’s rumpled hoodie and the stale air clinging to the room. Mack shifts uncomfortably, the contrast between them too obvious. Robert doesn’t seem to care- of course he doesn’t. But Mack can’t stop noticing how put-together Robert looks, like someone who’s got their shit together, and that just makes Mack feel more like a mess than he already does, even though he's one hundred percent sure Robert is nowhere near being actually put together. - In the aftermath of John, Mack has a difficult time going outside. Robert helps. Emmerdale rarepair week day 2- non canon ship(s)

Am I four days late? No. Fuck off.