Begging you // Robton fanfic
I love all of those sending me cute messages about my fics and I'm just dying to write more! I really have no idea what to do with myself so I'm channeling it by writing more. Hope you like it!
Rated: T Summary: A little jamming session turns into something.. er.. more. Notes: THIS WAS REALLY FUN TO WRITE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT:
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“F… G minor… D minor…”
Tones spread through the room. The delightful twinkling blending with the harmonic, lower notes in a melody streamed from the piano at the mercy of bold fingers that gently stroked the ivory white keys. It was accompanied by a subtle mumbling and humming of each chord he used.
“F… G minor… D minor… Then A sharp right?”
Robin raised his gaze, slowing down the tempo in which he was pressing his keys, moving over to just simply play them over and over again to be able to focus on the dark haired boy over by the kitchen table. Not that he was sitting by the table. No, Anton was using it as some place to sit while resting a guitar in his lap. His faithful black guitar that was giving off an echoing twang for every time his fingers played a new chords. But he had stopped now when he heard how there never was any A sharp.
Robin smiled, finally averting his eyes to turn them back to the keys that his fingers were pressing. He continued with the chords, finally reaching that A sharp that Anton had been waiting for, causing him to sing out with a gleeful “aha!” followed by picking up the lyrics.
“Isn’t it crazy?” he sang, moving his body to the words. “Yeah, isn’t it crazy? It’s all because of you.”
“All because of you,” Robin followed up but stopped them from reaching the chorus, pushing his fingers down on the keys to create a disturbing noise that broke the flow of music from the guitar in just an instant.
“Geez, Robin, you scared me!” Anton giggled while leaning over his guitar.
“Well we weren’t supposed to be playing my song now, were we?”
“Oh, come on,” Anton said with a charming smile spreading on his face. “You love it when I sing your song, don’t you? You know, I would go crazy if you’d be begging, begging me.”
Robin snickered. His fingers left the comfort of the keys as he crossed his arms over the piano, leaned forward and placed his head on them, resting his gaze at the beautiful creature across the room, who were humming a familiar tune while moving to it.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Anton didn’t really answer with words. Instead he placed the guitar on his side, slowly pushing away from the table. His feet met the floor and instantly his hips started to move, feet crossing and moving in a way that told the full story of his true passion in life.
“Rob, I can feel a tremor through my body,” he sang as he moved the distance between the table and the piano, never turning his bright gaze from Robin. He was noticing every little change in his expression, noticing how his gaze flickered, lips pulling up and eyebrows furrowing as if to say “you’re ridiculous” but still loving it anyway.
Anton let out a little laugh as he sat down close to Robin on the stool, obviously sitting closer than he had to. He made it even more obvious when he leaned closer, whispering close to Robin’s ear with a smile on his face.
“Inside my heart is speeding, beating faster.” He loved the reactions he’d get whenever he whispered into that sensitive ear and this time didn’t fail him. Robin’s skin flushed a light crimson color, his lips being pulled into an unconditional smile.
Anton turned to the keys. He placed his fingers on them, trying his best to get the chords right to his own song but wasn’t really that good at using the piano. It wasn’t his usual instrument. But Robin caught on, slowly he started to hum the lyrics and smiled while doing it. His fingers took over where Anton left off and soon words erupted from his throat, trying his best to challenge himself with every new tone he had to reach.
Inside of Anton’s chest his heart was really beating faster. He could hear it speed up in a tempo that put him off synch with the music, but he couldn’t care less. At that moment he just had eyes for Robin’s profile as he was looking down on his own hands, and he only had ears for the sound of the piano blending with the melody from Robin’s talented voice.
“You´ve got me begging, begging. Got me begging for more. I won´t let go.”
Then there was a quick moment where Robin looked up, his grey eyes meeting with Anton’s. There was a glimpse in those eyes that had Anton feel his whole world just suddenly be ripped to pieces and then build back up again. The kind of feeling that explained why he just suddenly wrapped his arms around the other guy and placed a harsh kiss on his lips. It wasn’t meant to be harsh but it was hard to control the action and only once their lips crashed together did he notice it. Yet, he didn’t care. It felt so nice and so right and he was just so happy that he was in a situation in which he could actually do something like this.
But the kiss was short. Robin pushed him away while fisting his hands at the younger boy’s collar. He stared at him bluntly. Anton already knew what that stare meant and so he didn’t even try to hide his excusing grin.
“Sorry,” he said with a little laugh ringing in his voice.
“You just keep doing this,” Robin tried to say with a stern voice that slowly turned softer. “One of these days you’ll be rushing so badly you’ll knock my teeth out. We’ve got all the time in the world, Anton.”
There was that feeling again. Was this a craving? Like the insanity that would fill an addict when he couldn’t get his rush. That strong hunger to just do whatever he had to in order to get what he needed. And he needed Robin.
“Sorry,” he repeated, finger’s slowly growing eager. They were climbing up in the flat hair on Robin’s head. They twisted with the soft brown strings of hair and took a deep breath, trying his best to control the urge building inside of him. “It’s just so hard when you’re this adorable.”
With caringly traveling fingers, Robin copied the movements. Soon he was pulling his hand through Anton’s hair, leaning closer with a playful glimpse in his eyes. He was even smirking, looking happy and handsome and adorable. Anton could almost hear the way his own heart fluttered in his chest and played around like a love crazed teenage boy. Oh wait, that’s what he was. He grinned before leaning forward to kiss the other one again, this time without rushing it.
Moist lips pressed back, moving in a slowly growing pace. Their hands traveled, moving from their heads to move across the skin on the other’s neck or slip over the other’s back. Anton was feeling his need for more being satisfied when he could slip his fingers along the skin in Robin’s face, feeling his refined jaw and the touch of his soft skin. He could feel them get closer, feel himself being both satisfied and filled with an ache for more. Robin answered his call by changing the movements of his kisses to a quick bite of Anton’s lower lip. A low grunt fled the boy’s throat before he could stop it from happening, but then he didn’t really care much either. On the other hand was he very eager to act on the tempting. He used his tongue to tease, to ask for more and it was granted, letting him feel the softness of Robin’s tongue dance with his.
Now he didn’t even bother about whether he was making any sounds or not. Robin wasn’t either, and it was just so captivating to hear it that he was ardent for more. There were moments of fingertips dragging against Anton’s back, hands experimenting with the buttons on Robin’s shirt and bodies awkwardly trying to adjust to the weird place for the random embracing. But who would care when they were granted permission for things that had been a “maybe” before.
Nails dragged along Anton’s spine, coaxing a surprised moan from him in the company of an arching back, an action that had their lips separate. Only now did both realize that they were out of breath and dizzy from it. Dizzy from that and the rush through their bodies. Robin was the one to lean away and wipe his lips a little discreetly with the back of his hand, peeking in a flustered manner towards the other guy.
“You know,” Anton said between heavy breaths, “I feel that…” his words faded and he looked over at Robin but averted his eyes quickly, ogling things around the room instead. “It’s just that…” But words weren’t really his things. So many times had he embarrassed himself in one way or another when trying to express himself or tell a story. “I really get the feeling,” he was sure about what he was going to say now, “that the lyrics to my song…” Damn, it sounded really cheesy. Could he change it? Or was it too late? Probably. “They fit really well right now.”
Robin who’d watched every little change in Anton’s face, catching the moments where he’d pulled the corner’s of his lips and the way his gaze couldn’t settle on a location. Little things like the way his skin wrinkled for a second when he was trying to figure out how to continue. Nothing had passed him by and if Anton had known just how hard his heart had been beating at that moment there would be no doubt at all inside of him.
“You don’t really… have… have to beg…”
Happiness rushed through Anton’s body. He was ready to turn to Robin and warp him up in his arms when he was suddenly met by the lack of, well… anything. Robin was standing up, rushing it too. The skin was practically glowing of red and Anton had to fight himself not to just pull him back down. No, he was taking the more calm approach and stood up instead, grabbing Robin’s wrist before he had a chance to escape the moment.
“I can’t believe I said that,” Robin said with a laugh as if to smooth it over.
For a quick moment their gazes met, with Robin telling Anton with merely his facial expression that he really had no idea what he was doing or saying or what the hell was going on. Yet he smiled. A smile that had Anton feel like nothing more than just a middle schooler that was freaking out because the subject of his affection was right there and told him with his eyes all of the feelings that was so hard to express with words.
“B-but you did.” Anton pulled Robin’s arm and soon they stood with bodies pushed against each other. “No takesies backsies.” He felt stupid once he had articulated the words, feeling more than a child than in a long time. But both he and Robin just laughed nervously, making it all feel okay. Because that’s what everything was with Robin.
With tensing muscles, Anton was gently stroking Robin’s cheek, staring into his eyes and just waiting for a comment or a sign. It was a bit delayed but soon Robin snickered, slowly placing his hands on Anton’s chest so he could get a hold of his shirt and pulled him a little closer.
“You’re blushing,” Anton heard himself say.
“And what do you think you’re doing?” came the answer.
They both grinned before pulling closer, once more locking lips. For a moment there wasn’t anything else in the world. Anton tilted his head a little, enough for him to gain better access and to be able to open his mouth and feel Robin’s tongue dart out to meet his. Whatever kind of sounds they made didn’t seem important, but something that was important to Anton at this moment was to try and get them both through the bedroom door and that as quickly as possible without rushing it.
But he never got that far. They heard the snapping, the screeching and the creaking of someone unlocking the bathroom door and stepping out. Anton didn’t do more than just turn his head towards the door while Robin seemed more eager to push him away and get as far away from him as possible. He couldn’t. When a hand appeared in the doorway, followed by a blonde boy slightly younger than them, Robin had only been able to take a few steps back.
Ulrik stopped, obviously stepping straight into a scene which didn’t really speak of much at the moment. His eyes looked around, noticing the flushed faces and especially the embarrassment in Robin’s face and the shock in Anton’s. Ulrik gave them a trying smile.
“Did I interrupt anything? Geez... Though, er, I’m very sorry I… you know, I got a phone call and… well.” Ulrik adjusted his characteristic flat cap with a nervous smile playing on his lips. “Anyway. You ready to keep on jamming?”
Anton gave Robin a quick look, just in time to catch him turn away and move over to the kitchen, pretending that he had been on his way to get water. Good cover, Anton thought as he just smiled at it and turned back to Ulrik.
“Sure thing! How about we ‘tell the world we’re here’?”
The answer was a rushed “no” coming from the kitchen.
THE END.
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!!EXTRA!!
This started as a joke (or something like that) and before I knew I just had to write it and well.. Here it is. And I hope the world is ready for this. I'm sure as hell that I'm not! (though I'm slowly starting to ship this...)
Rated: T> Summary: This is what Ulrik was doing in the bathroom while Robin and Anton was getting it on. Notes: Emil Gullhamn is the singer of State of Drama, another finalist in Melodifestivalen. The mere thought of this ship comes from this picture.
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“I really… they’re seriously just down the hall, Emil!” Ulrik stuttered as he glanced towards the door. He was sitting on the floor, leaning over his knees and felt very small. Not that anyone could see him as he was hiding in the bathroom, but the tiles were giving of a bit of an echo as he spoke.
His flat cap fell to the floor as he pulled a hand through his hair. He was being pulled between what he wanted and what felt sane, and his lust was winning over his sanity. Almost. He was at the brink and he knew who would win if he didn’t just press that red button on the screen in that very instant.
“Just a little? Please?” Shit, Ulrik’s heart was making loops inside his chest at the sound of the begging man on the other side of the phone call. “I just miss you so much and all this stress… The guys are driving me crazy!”
For a second Ulrik pulled the phone from his ear. He looked down on it and just eyed it for a few seconds. He stared at the picture of Emil that was on the display. It had been taken during a day off and his black hair was falling over his forehead, reaching the edge of the frames to his glasses. Ulrik had been the one to pull it forward and he had been laughing when he told Emil to keep still so he could take the picture. And Emil had just been giving him the evil eye while grinning like a fool.
The memory that rose up in Ulrik’s mind was enough to have him just sigh and put the phone back to his ear and feel his sanity take a vacation.
“Okay. Idiot…”
“Don’t be mean,” Emil laughed at the other end.
“Oh shut up,” Ulrik snickered with a lowered voice. “You love it.”
“Well, I love you.”
Ulrik felt the world disappear for a second. His heart fluttered like a wild bird trying to escape a cage while his head became super clear for a second to be followed by forgetting where he actually was. He kept his voice lowered out of habit, but the people outside didn’t really bother him any longer.
“And I love you. You really need to get back soon so I can meet you again.”
“Yeah, I’m longing. Can’t wait to kiss you.”
Ulrik had to hide his face behind a hand even though there was no one there to see the way he was blushing. It didn’t matter how many times they kissed or how many times the memories played in his head. He would always feel his knees grow weak and he was sure to blame it on the fact that Emil was close to ten years older and had a lot more experience than Ulrik. Because Emil really knew how to drive him mad. Every time their lips would meet Ulrik would feel how he just resigned. His body gave in and he did what Emil asked. He would climb closer, wrapping his arms around the man’s head and try to feel him closer even as their chests would be pressed close, their lips moving together while tongues darted out to enchant the other and as their hips would ever so slightly rock to the movements of their kiss.
“Shit,” Ulrik mouthed as the memory had his body heat go from normal to max. He pulled his hair even more, trying to adjust his pants that were growing a little tighter. “You better get back soon. I can’t wait to just…” Oh no, he couldn’t even say it. The picture’s played in his head but to put them in words seemed impossible.
“Don’t worry, babe,” Emil said with heavy breaths into the phone, practically whispering them straight to Ulrik’s ear. The younger one whimpered at the sound and feeling that it filled him with. “As soon as I see you I’ll be wrapping my arms around you. I don’t even care if anyone else is around, I’ll still kiss you and hold you as if there’s only me and you.”
Ulrik took a deep breath. For a moment he tried to push the words out of his mind but it seemed impossible. Instead he glanced towards the door for a last time before giving in completely. His hand traveled down to his crotch while his breath pitched and he asked with a trembling voice:
“And… and then? What will you do then?”