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Currently writing Dandy (Space Dandy) / Rex Splode (Invincible) / and Simon Laurent (Infinity Train)

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kaihentai and Asher Millstone (How to Get Away With Murder)

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googlybear / Eddy (Ed, Edd, n' Eddy)

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madcryentist / Abdul Ali (Squid Game)

aitbaar / Portia Davenport (Search Party)

portialain / Elliot Goss (Search Party)

confabulous / Fleabag (Fleabag)

feminitwit / Johnny Bravo (Johny Bravo)

pretteh / and Joel Hammond (Santa Clarita Diet)

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Romance isn't about thinking, Robert! It's about feeling.

[Flambae mumbles, slipping his key into the lock as quickly as he can so that he can turn the doorknob and usher his silly little boyfriend in.]

All the thinking, the yearning, the shitty ruminating... It's because of the rush.

[As soon as the door slams shut behind them, he pushes Robert onto an orange couch. Was there an orange couch in this tiny apartment before? Absolutely not, we are re-writing the narrative here.

Flambae plops down on it beside the dispatcher, then tenderly cupping Robert's cheek as he leans in to get intimidatingly close to that freckled face. If he can smell liquor on the other man's breath, it doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest.]

There has to be something you can remember that's made your heart race.

It's different for everybody, but there's still hot blood in you, I know.

[this is weird accented and round about foreign man way of saying "ur not asexual or aromantic tho lmao"]

You really haven't had something... Pop up in your head, unexpectedly?

Ever?

Edited 2026-04-29 02:38 (UTC)

[ Robert's mouth is open like he wants to respond to that, but he doesn't really know how. It probably is more about feeling, right? Even the movies have that part covered. So he just closes it again, letting his silly extra large boyfriend shuffle him inside the door.

Honestly he was too busy making out with Flambae to notice the orange couch before.

Robert's eyes flutter a couple of times in dreamy blinks. He's got to recalibrate from his tipsy ass being plopped onto the couch together with the very soft way that Flambae is holding his cheek. ]

I...don't know how to answer that.

[ Well sure he remembers things that made his heart race. Honing in on a villain, cracking into a particularly hard code. Facing off with Flambae the Villain while a building burned down around them...

But that is not romance. At the very least, not with other rando bad guys. Maybe he just likes the idea of being challenged.

He also remembers that first dinner here in this very apartment, where they could barely make it through before some idiot dumb dumb comment that Flambae made absolutely snapped something in Robert and he could not longer hold back from kissing him like he'd die otherwise. These aren't really romantic settings though, these are all just his reactions to the man beside him. ]

You. You do... How can I think of something I'd like to do when it's you that makes me feel like I'm the one on fire? [ What else can he say!? He's not at his most eloquent right now either. ] Especially when you try to challenge me in that... in that specific tone you use— fuck.

[ Is this when he realizes for sure that he's down real bad ........... ]

Or when you just ... I don't know, took my hand like five minutes ago.

[ He didn't make a show of it, it wasn't some weird obligation or anything like that. It was just soft and quiet. Truthful. It made Robert feel needed and seen in a way he just never has been in any part of his life, and that's what's romantic to him. The sincerity of it all.

He just has no idea how to word that. ]

[Flambae takes the time to watch Robert blink haplessly, finding the slow, uncoordinated nature of it cute. He's so used to drunkenness being sloppy or disgusting, especially in the context of his experiences with men who suddenly revealed an unflattering attraction to him only when they were intoxicated.

With Robert, right here and right now, it still feels sweet.

The first line gets him to chuckle, so he plays along, tossing his head back slightly and closing his eyes as he speaks-]

Well, fuuuuuuck.

I've got no idea what you're talking about. What tone is it? Shit, man, I'm going to have to-

[But the line about making Robert feel like he's been set on fire is one that Flambae is going to remember for ages, playing into his own love for the destructive force, and making him feel special. Like it's finally possible for him to be seen as someone worthy of love, instead of a fascinating fling, unstable and petty, meant to be tossed aside as soon as the novelty wears off.

Flambae's head ducks, and he laughs again, trying to make it sound like a scoff but clearly hiding his gaze and the fact that his own cheeks are turning a little pink. Does the stubble help to hide the blush at all...]

Uh huh.

[He still does his best to speak softly, so as not to disturb or spook Robert. See, he can be gentle when he's trying his best, just like he claimed he could.]

What did you like about it exactly?

[That it was quiet?]

Did it help you feel safe?

[Especially since Robert doesn't seem comfortable in crowds.]

Or like there was a place for you?

I can hold your hand now if you'd like. [❤︎⁠]

[He resists the urge to joke about how they can also play footsie.]

We can do that whenever you want.

[ Sometimes you can do some really deep thinking under the influence of alcohol and sometimes you get thrown a curveball question and it does funny things to your head and your heart. At least it's easy to give Flambae a little shove with his shoulder when the firestarter plays dumb over that one tone of voice that Robert knows he knows very well. It's crazy how good it sounds with that wild accent and when he lowers his voice to this sensual quiet ...

Ugh.

Speaking of, even if he's not using the tone right now, the gentleness of Flambae's words also have Robert's heart pounding a little harder than normal. Why is he being so sweet right now? Because he was an ass like a minute ago and this is how they exist with one another, back and forth, back and forth again. That's why.

The stubble only mostly hides the blush. Robert can still tell it's there, and he feels a burst of satisfaction for it. For once, not in some smug, competitive way, but just because it reaffirms that he means something to Flambae, just like the other way around.

As for the question, he ducks his gaze briefly with a small laugh. ]

A place for me ... yeah. Something like that.

[ And as weird as it is for a former villain that you definitely got thrown into jail, it is safe too. Most of all though, he liked how simple yet meaningful it felt.

He flexes his fingers out a bit, looking at his palm before he finally lifts his gaze back up to Flambae himself. He wouldn't mind if they held hands again. Not even if it was with the three fingered hand.]

It felt ... normal.

[He allows himself to be shoved, withdrawing his hand briefly, even though it won't be far for long. The curiosity with which Flambae observes Robert as he speaks is of that same furious and flaming intensity, so maybe it's a good thing that the smaller man is caught up in his own emotions at the moment.

He reaches out to take Robert's hand in a slow, meaningful fashion, making eye contact all the while.

There's silence between them as he thinks carefully about what Robert says. Normal, who the fuck needs normalcy, but Flambae quietly reminds himself that Robert's normal has more to do with the comfort and stability he never had as opposed to conforming to the bullshit status quo.]

This is normal, Robert.

Everybody should have somebody, you know?

[He doesn't even mean it in a romantic sense.

Five fingers, large and long, interlock with smaller, rougher ones.]

It sounds like you haven't had a chance to really feel safe anywhere, before...

[And even if Robert's apartment was a haven in any capacity, it says a lot that even that place was totally empty.]

When you neglect yourself, doesn't it start to show? You know! Like if you aren't manscaping, the balls, they will be... So very hairy.

[merry im so sorry]

And not in a cute way.

[ He definitely doesn't mean normal in the status quo sort of way. There's no way he could be content with a life like that. Especially now as an adult, where he's such a riled up freak half the time and probably severely depressed for the rest. It is the comfort and stability of it all he's in wonder about. It's that no one is saying it's not okay to want it, let alone to have it. ]

I didn't know ... for a long time.

[ That's why he didn't talk to Chase or anyone else for such a long time. That's why he only ever needed his dog until recently. Not that Beef's importance in his life will diminish either!

Robert gives a gooey sort of smile as their fingers slide together. Messed up how Chad's are so much bigger, and yet it feels ... good.

Right as he's about to continue on this softer tangent, Flambae keeps talking, bringing balls into the mix, and all of Robert's thoughts (almost) fly out that partially missing ear of his. ]

You don't ... [ squint ] like my balls?

[ what the fuck just happened ]

[Flambae mirrors Robert's goofy smile, reaching out to jostle a rugged (face) cheek with his remaining hand. Being honest with the other man when he's a little bit drunk is easier somehow. He's so cute, wide-eyed and a bit red in the face...]

I do.

[He could address that long stint of loneliness that was just mentioned, but Flambae remains quiet about it for now, filing the information away for later.

With all of his former partners, Chad has almost always been the least secure, something that's inevitably lead to many a relationship downfall, so it's nice to be able to comfort Robert like this.

Somehow, it had been hard to imagine that a hero of MechaMan's caliber could even be capable of possessing such simple doubts. In all fairness the man is quite drunk, so that's what's mostly to blame.]

They are cute to me.

[wow look how easy it is to be truthful and nice once his bf is fucking tipsy how annoying i hate it (i do not)]

I guess I'm trying to figure out why the fuck you would ever do something crazy like that.

[Isolate oneself.]

It's not your fault, whatever t- [the fuck]

Eh.

Whatever happened to your father. You know?

[ Robert leans in slightly to the jostling but answers so simply and casually it's like he asked what 2+2 was and got the answer just like that. ]

Oh. Okay.

[ Well as long as Flambae approves that's probably alright then. For whatever reason (+alcohol), Robert seems to be in a place where he wants to be accepted tonight. Maybe because he feels a little bad still that he showed up to the gay bar in his work shirt and then didn't even ever recover from that.

But no. This is good. It's good ...

He's studying Flambae really hard for a few seconds before he speaks again. ]

Chad. I want you to kiss me again.

[ That being said, he scratches his head briefly with his own free hand and shrugs a lazy shoulder. Like it's no big deal. Except he actually knows that it is. He knows that he did what he thought was best at the time and it wasn't the best. At the very least, Chase could have been there for him, and he could have been there for Chase.

So whether his request is answered or not, he first adds quietly: ]

I was in a dark place. I didn't want to talk to anyone, and then suddenly years had passed.

H'o-oh, okay! Niiiiice.

[There he is, using that contentious tone of voice that Robert just mentioned. The challenge in it is flirtatious, so of course, he also wiggles his eyebrows.]

Is this going to be what you always do? Use my real name to get me to do your bidding?

[He puts an arm around Robert's shoulder, looking him dead in the eyes.]

You thirsty mother-fuck-er!

[He slides the thumb of his three-fingered hand down the right side of Robert's lips, toying with the bottom one.]

Is that all you want me to do?

[Flambae is being coy now, but he heard that sad confession loud and clear.]

If you decide that things are getting darker again, be a man and say that shit to my face-

[also he will do his best to help u robbo he's just being a scary ex con atm]

Sweetie.

[ALSKDJFLFSJDFJDFJ]

Otherwise I will find you, soggy and sniveling in badshoesprobably... [i am so sorry] And set you on fire!

Nobody ghosts me.

[He has got to stop dramatically pausing otherwise someone will start to suspect him of having an aneurysm-]

Especially not you.

[He likes you too much. Although if Robert did ghost him in reality, he would be more afraid that Robert had actually become a ghost. The guy is on a lot of supervillain shitlists.]

[ In his current state, that voice makes Robert blink slowly, silently considering his next move in light of that challenge. Eventually (tipsiness slows down the processing time) he settles on a casual and lazy smirk, like he's totally on top of the situation even though he really, probably isn't. ]

If it's working, yeah.

[ So what if he's thirsty? He's earned it by now. Isn't that what they're talking about?

His breath feels heavy as it brushes out against that thumb on his lower lip, eyes dropping briefly and then sliding back up to meet Flambae's again. Even the touch is enough to make him want to shudder pleasantly, but it's no kiss. He asked for- no, he demanded- a kiss!

Though, you know, you probably don't earn an instant kiss right after you throw in some heavy explanations like he just did.

Even though that's what logic says, Robert doesn't feel very logical right now! So the impatience he has for his boyfriend's lips combined with all of those wild, dramatic pauses, has his eyebrows furrowing together and lifting up slightly as he stares across at the man calling him "Sweetie" in the tone of voice and vaguely ambiguous accent of a supervillain. ]

That was then.

[ This is now. It's an entirely different situation. He's found his way out of that isolation, finally beginning to understand that it wasn't the answer. These are all things he might explain or at least hint at eloquently ... if he was not drunk and a bit horny.

So instead, he throws his arms up to rest straight across Flambae's shoulders like they're a couple of planks of wood. ]

I'm not going to do that to you. I wouldn't. [ He's dead serious about that.

And also about the next part. ]

Kiss me.

[Robert's delayed smirk, his smirk in progress, or whatever one might call it, is quite funny. It's sort of like watching an ant attempt to move in a normal way through some kind of obstacle, like honey or treewax, only to see it surprisingly and successfully meet its goal in the end.

Flambae's choice to not point it out and instead keep the memory for himself is an indicator of how much closer they're getting, as his jabs at Robert were mostly paltry attempts to get back at him for all his perceived crimes against this specifically haughty attempt at superhumanity.

He leans in, pulling Robert so close their noses are touching, sneering at him in an oddly affectionate manner as the hand on freckled skin moves to grab the other man's right cheek aggressively-]

I like it when you don't ask me nicely.

[Before giving Robert what he wants. Both hands then move to grip either side of Robert's face and Flambae just about pounces on him, the fluid movement not unlike a wildcat launching itself at its prey, although he takes care to keep one of his knees between Robert's legs. Instead of toying with his boyfriend's crotch or doing anything unseemly, it's merely there at a hilariously respectful distance, meant to steady them both.

He only pulls back when he feels as though he can't breathe anymore, panting and looking Robert in the face despite knowing that he looks ridiculous.]

Demanding little fucker, aren't you?

[As rude as the dialogue is, Flambae's delivery is clearly enthralled.]

You're such a tyrant.

Why don't you come sit on your throne?

[he means his lap

gay]

Edited 2026-05-01 03:42 (UTC)

[ For all the ways they are shockingly sweet to one another, they sure do like it when they're rotten at each other too. This time, when they come in so close together, he feels like he's getting what he wants — only for Flambae to stop and sneer at him in a way that should not get Robert's spine tingling and yet most certainly does. His spine, down to his toes, everything.

The frustration and desire boiling up in tandem inside of him come out in a growly moan right into the kiss as he finally gets it. Note to self, don't ask Chad nicely.

His arms finally bend so his hands can grasp at Flambae's ~~large yaoi~~ body, fingers (five of them, as always) curling into the mesh of his shirt like he's got to teach it a lesson. When they break apart, he's out of breath, offended by the very idea that something like that could force him to let go of a kiss he feels like he's been waiting for all night. ]

I thought you'd take all night to do that otherwise.

[ Sometimes the things that come out of Flambae's mouth are so cheesy. And yet. And yet. They really seem to work on Robert somehow. Occasionally he even has the cheese to match, which should quite possibly be studied by scientists around the globe someday.

Without further coaxing, he climbs his way onto the larger man's lap and pulls him in for a kiss of his own this time. Still impatient and demanding, maybe Flambae isn't wrong about him being a tyrant. He's not seeing many reasons to call that a bad thing right now though. ]

Are you done making me wait then?

[Flambae smiles if one could call it that, with an open mouth and a wandering tongue, his own arousal worsening with every lustful sound Robert utters. The taste of liquor isn't nearly enough to deter him, so he looks almost annoyed when Robert breaks the kiss, his face contorting into something more content when the dispatcher climbs into his lap.

He isn't sure what it is, or if Flambae could really have a favorite part to this. There's something awfully taboo about having a grown man in his lap, warm and red around the ears. Even better that it's technically his boss, and as much as he hates to say it, better still that it is someone who he once would have considered his worst enemy.

Robert's lips part ways with his and he mouths words again, strange, seeing as there should be no disconnect between his own perception of the sound that follows the movement. Flambae isn't even tipsy, he can't blame the alcohol, but he's distracted by the idea that he might be able to feel the outline, of Robert's cock and balls against his own, struggling to register the words.

Until they do, finally.]

What? But you're the one who made me-

[He feels a pang of guilt, no, something worse, a wave, a tsunami, a wash of something unpleasant. He's gone and said something needy that can't be attributed to a set of hokey homosexual theatrics.

His arms have wrapped themselves around Robert's lower back, Flambae's eight fingers digging into that infernal SDN shirt. Didn't the bastard say he wouldn't need it? No, why, that thought is making this giant hairy fireball's heart beast faster-]

Ah.

[Flambae's head dips inwards, parts of his stubbly cheek and chin gliding against mousy brown hair.]

You're still tipsy though, no?

[ Would it be better or worse if Robert was making those sounds on purpose? As it stands he isn't even really conscious of it, especially after a couple of drinks. They just slip out, letting free those emotions he keeps up all bottled inside for way too many reasons (and all of them unhealthy).

Robert is a resilient man, but surely he can't be expected to fully resist when he's sitting directly on Flambae's lap and there is only a couple of layers of fabric separating them. ]

Hm?

[ He is curious about what was almost said, not sure he can guess where it was going. But if Flambae happens not to continue, he may not remember to pursue the matter right away. Too many distractions going on at the moment? He did figure it was going to be pointless putting his shirt back on, but also didn't want it blowing away in the wind. At least it's not buttoned up or anything. They're a step ahead now.

Which is why, even as Flambae nestles in against him, he has to groan softly. ]

Are you still worried about that?

[ He turns his head just enough so that his lips are able to brush against Flambae. Even if the other man can't see it, his eyebrows furrow quite a bit. He can feel the Dispatcher's fingers curling into his mesh shirt again though. ]

Do you... think I'm going to regret it if you touch me or something? Flambae, I'm— [ "in love with you" Ah. Well, alcohol and some fear of rejection might actually have reined him in on that one- ] We're dating. Also, you already kissed me more than once.

[The homosexual hater does indeed registers Robert's lips against him, warm and soft. What the fuck? He's had anniversary blowjobs that have felt less intimate than this. It doesn't help that any slight hint of the dispatcher's mouth moving against his skin in a manner that isn't erotically motivated brings up the memory of Robert's stupid, shit-eating grin. God, no, no, no! That's the last thing he wants to associate with this fluttery, heart skipping a beat feeling...

But that was a part of it wasn't it.

It may have even been the true source of his burning rage. Right before, the friction that ignited the spark.]

You are a little liberal, Robert, with-

[It's not as though he hasn't done it completely blasted, high, cross-faded, you name it. He hasn't dwelled all that long on drug-addled hookups that he can't remember, seeing as since he can't recall them they probably weren't memorable anyway. If it were anyone else, he would throw caution to the wind. The fact that he is exercising any caution, if at all, isn't something he can blame on being stone cold sober.

That means he does care intensely about this, no matter how cool he'd like to play it.]

I don't know.

[His nose travels downwards, amber eyes taking note of the everything that's visible. The hair, the slender but still ever-present muscle definition, the freckles, the scars. One could argue that he's had the chance to touch several more titillating bodies, but, he can't help but feel oddly sensitive about this one.

Robert isn't even old enough to sport a figure so storied.

Not like this.]

Do you think the drinks have made you a little less nervous?

[Flambae closes his eyes, inhaling, taking in Robert's scent.]

You don't do really do cologne, huh?

You smell like, ehhhh...

[He sniffs again.]

Eau de par-Fool.

[ He might even deliver on that shit-eating grin, if he wasn't so worried that Flambae thinks he'll wake up in the morning and want to promptly erase everything that happened. It's the opposite, if only this fool man would understand. Pot calling the kettle black when Robert can't seem to figure out what Flambae is thinking half the time either, but. ]

Liberal with what?

[ He asks, replacing his lips with just his nose as he nuzzles in against Flambae. If he won't keep on kissing Robert or doing something about their cocks being millimeters away, then he's just going to snuggle up. ]

Ha. No ...

[ His eyes close and somehow when he realizes that Flambae is breathing him in, it only makes his longing for the man grow stronger. Has he always been this much of a horn dog after a couple of beers and a sip of daiquiri, or is it that whole I'm in love with you thing that's making him feel insatiable and insane ...

God, maybe he is Eau de par-Fool. ]

I'm nervous as shit right now. Like you might push me off any second now, put me to bed without a kiss, or tell me I'm going too fast.

[ He doesn't want to slow down right now, he wants to ride this rush as far as he can before it simmers into something sweet and sturdy. But the fear of rejection is apparently real and taking on many forms tonight.

Although, looping back to the nonserious side of things, because that's easy to do: ]

You know it's not a diss if you like the smell, right.

[Oh, he knows.

Flambae looks up at Robert, his amber gaze fiery and intense as usual. He would say something like, "I'll only push you off if you piss me off," but his lips never end up moving in that direction. His furrow brows falter at the edges slightly, giving way to a look that's far gentler.

And a good deal more morose.

With tender hands, he has a go with what remains of Robert's shirt, gently removing it from the dispatcher's shoulders. If there's a button or two that needs undoing, he'll take care of it, although as his fingers move in and out from within the holes, the lack of all ten is evident, even if it doesn't reflect in his timing.

Robert means well, but god, Flambae has to keep from wincing as he hears all of it. From the sound of things, he hasn't been a very good boyfriend to Robert now, has he? And god, when was he ever! It's not as though he doesn't want to make rash, horny decisions, but there's a quiet part of himself that wants to be good, wants desperately to feel as though there's hope for his and therefore their future.

Maybe he should give Robert what he wants.]

If you're nervous, I can go ahead and put your cock in my mouth.

It might calm you the fuck down, you know?

[Flambae, as frightened as he is, is doing his best not to sound like it.

He knows as soon as things get properly intimate, he won't want to stop going at it, not until he's outright refused. It's a strange and humiliating thing, to experience the hellish intensity of a hatred that wasn't just that.]

It doesn't matter how soft it is at first, I'll do it for you.

[He laughs softly, his grip returning to Robert's back.

Flambae pulls him in again, this time more intensely.]

But it sounds like more like you want to be fucked.

[ Robert wouldn't be any sort of judge on whether Flambae is being a good boyfriend to him or not. But he's happy. Happier than he can remember being in an embarrassingly long time. He's still giddy about thinking of or referring to Flambae as his "boyfriend". He still feels bad that he showed up to their sort-of date to support Prism with his work shirt on!! These seem like reactions you have when your man is being a reasonably good boyfriend.

With how nervous or pessimistic either of them is feeling about the other, you have to wonder how the wires got crossed. But maybe they'll figure it out. Maybe Robert could just man up and not be afraid that his feelings are premature or too strong or not allowed.

He gives a small huff as his eyes duck behind his lashes for a moment, smiling somewhere between bashfully and resigned. ]

You think it would?

[ Or would having Flambae's dick in his mouth just rile him up a bit more? It could go either way. It could also, wondrously, be both at the same time. Because somehow that's how all of this is playing out so far for Robert the Dispatcher. ]

I'd rather your dick wasn't flaccid before it went in my mouth.

[ is he joking or.... ]

Is that so wrong?

[ Wanting to be fucked by your boyfriend, that is. He starts out with his hands flat against Flambae's chest when he's pulled in, though he slides them up and around the man instead a few seconds later. From his spot there he gives Flambae a handful of kisses against his neck and shoulder. Some mixture of the time from leaving the bar and their up and down conversations felt like they were sobering him up some, but he's feeling a bit cuddly, so. He's definitely still a bit tipsy. ]

We don't have to though. If you want to wait until the beer wears off.

[ He just ... wants Flambae (Chad) to know that that's not all he wants. ]

Edited 2026-05-09 17:07 (UTC)

[Oh. The dart of the eyes behind the lashes is precious.

Robert's lashes are nice. They're that same rusty, reddish brown as his hair, going nicely with his freckles and kind, if tired, eyes.]

No.

[Joking or not, Flambae doesn't appear to take offense to it.

He closes his eyes like a cat when kissed, clearly enjoying the sensation of tender, gentle affection, fighting the ripple of shame that bubbles up inside him for craving such an inane, pathetically human show of tenderness. Flambae's eyelids remain shut for a little longer, as he irrationally fears that once he opens his eyes, Robert will disappear, and so will his warmth.

And his forgiveness.

Eventually, he musters the courage to slowly open his eyes, leaning into Robert before peering back up at him. Flambae's gaze is always intense, but there's something affectionate about it.]

And it wouldn't be! You're cute or whatever, it's annoying as hell.

[He is going to file away the Prism soundbite about the men he likes always being mid, but whatever! This is one who has a lot more going on despite the Regular Guy facade.]

I know this is incredibly hard to believe, also because I am so fucking fabulous, like, just look at me come on!

[He says with missing fingers and a gap-toothed smile like some character from Oliver Twist but okay gov'nur continue-]

But I don't want to be...

I dunno.

Some guys superpowered, extra-hot... Human attached to a fleshy dildo, you know?

I know you-

[It's Flambae's turn to avert his eyes.]

I know this isn't like that, I just...

[no.... words aren't his strong suit... especially when they aren't curt and short]

This is nice.

[Them together, alone in his apartment.]

I know you haven't been able to get what you want, a lot of the time?

[He wonders if he should even admit this.]

It's nice that one of those things that meant enough for you to even fucking try was...

Well, me.

[ For as long as Flambae lets him, Robert plants gentle kisses against his too-warm skin. Because he wants to, and he can, and the remaining alcohol in his blood makes him feel pleasantly toasty too. This is the kind of closeness and tenderness that he's craved for all his life without even realizing it.

Eventually, when those orange eyes open up at him again, he stops just enough to be able to cup both sides of that whiskered face in his hands. His own gaze is what a lot of people might describe as murky or dull. Half the time there's not any life behind those eyes. But some people have taken the time to see that that's so far from the truth. Some people like Flambae who in turn have unlocked this gentle place that Robert was probably scolded for ever considering before.

You can't be gentle if you're a hero. Or something like that. ]

I'm cute...

[ The huff he gives is barely perceptible. What's annoying is being called cute, even though he's definitely (somehow) thought the exact same thing of Flambae many times before. Anyway, small as that sound is, there's affection behind it for a few seconds before it's crushed by shame.

How embarrassing ... did Flambae really think even for a second that Robert only wanted him as some crazy superpowered dildo? He'd been trying to prevent that and to think he'd failed feels pretty damn bad.

Because this is nice. All of it has been so nice and most especially the parts where he can just sit here with this other man and they can talk or even banter a bit, and lightly touch, and simply exist- ]

You're not. That's not — [ This time when he huffs out a breath it's much more obvious. ] That's just a perk, you know?

[ An unexpected and horrible perk that this flaming idiot cupped between his hands is actually not only literally smoking hot but metaphorically too. ]

This is nice. It's the best, Flambae— Chad, I ...

[ I know you haven't been able to get what you want, a lot of the time?

Robert can almost feel this hairline fracture in his chest creaking open as Flambae hits it right on the head. It's never been about him, it's always been about somebody else, from his family to complete strangers. "Robert Robertson the Third" has never been part of the equation. Look even his own damn name isn't his own damn name.

Rather than let that crack turn into something worse though, he lets it crinkle up in his eyes as he smiles genuinely at Flambae and finally lets his hands drop away from his face. ]

I guess I didn't make myself clear before. [ With saying that he feels like he's the one on fire and all that— ]

Of course I'm going to try. I'm, uh, I'm in love with you. Asshole.

[Despite being nonexistent in this icon, Flambae's thick brows shoot nearly all the way up to his hairline. He's in shock, standing or sitting there rather, with an open maw. For a second he wonders if he's the one who's had too much to drink, his stomach turning inwards, knowing full well that Robert is telling the truth, as ill-advised as it may be.

The use of his first name proceeding it, followed by the curse.

Flambae's first reaction is that he doesn't deserve this, such affection after all of the nonsense that's transpired between them, even though Robert is the strongest believer in starting anew that he's ever seen. SDN can sing its praises for reformative justice but it's just a clever cash grab at the end of the day, and Flambae is jaded and street-savvy enough to know that.]

What?

[His own injured hand drifts to Robert's cheek, concerned about the crinkle that he saw in those dark brown eyes, the remaining fingers caressing it in a concerned manner.]

You-

[He says that so gently and softly, although his own heart is racing like mad.

Flambae can't say he disagrees. Why, just tonight, he assumed that Robert would be tired from the too cool party and the week without proper sleep, and that he'd carry him home and tuck him in. The fiery hothead had been thinking about their potential weekend the entire shift when he wasn't being dispatched outright, how they could finally lie in bed together until they were ready to leave it if at all. That he'd give this miserable little man the best massage of his life, that they'd mess around, and maybe make something of the groceries Chad brought home the last night since he's begun cooking for two as of recent.]

You did not snort any of the cocaine that Sonar was doing in the bathroom earlier, did you?

That shit supposedly came straight from Wall Street, which is fucking crazy, because we are in California.

[ASLKDFASKDJF]

Like, he had to have Fed-Ex-ed it over from New York or some shit. "Straight from Wall Street" my ass, it... That's not the right way to put it! Not even if it got here with express shipping. It's a good thing it's not 9/11 anymore, otherwise they would have thought it was that white powdery poison thing, that everyone was freaking out about!

[Flambae pulls Robert in aggressively, the embrace tight. They're so close that there's no denying the fiery super hero is nervous, with that gigantic super-powered heart of his thundering away. If Robert is in love with him, if he's being honest, what does that mean about how Flambae has felt for him for years? With all of his trademark intensity, he leans in, breathy, whispering into Robert's chipped ear, like it isn't just the two of them together, like he's still holding onto some kind of secret-]

I think I feel the same way?

It's fucking frightening, man.

[ For a few really, really, really long seconds, Robert feels like his heart is going to burst. He's seized with dread once the words leave his mouth, even though he tried to soften the blow with the "asshole" that followed. The L-word was used, and he totally meant it too. That's a really vulnerable thing and it could be received in so many ways. Genuinely he doesn't know which way will be the chosen one for Chad.

So even as those fuzzy black brows shoot up into the sky, Robert doesn't really see it. He turns his face more downward, feeling suddenly like everything is way too hot.

Eventually, when he does look at the other man again, it's because Flambae's gone off on a cocaine tangent and Robert can't help but exhale almost exasperatedly as he shakes his head. ]

I did not. I don't put that kind of stuff in my body.

[ Only twinkies and alcohol thank you very much. Also, Robert probably does not order off of Amazon either, mostly on account of being broke. So he didn't order any crack cocaine off the internet to be delivered.

Sonar, though? Sonar he would definitely believe Fed-Ex'd some cocaine from Wall Street just so he could brag about it while he snorted it.

That's not really what they're here to talk about, though, Robert is going to say before he's pulled tightly into Flambae's arms. Blinking a couple of times, he eventually allows himself to melt into it. Pressed together as they are, their hearts are in sync, both beating a little too fast— maybe a bit faster even once he realizes that they're on the same page here. At least, on a close enough page that he doesn't have to endure the sheer humiliation of his vulnerability being rejected.

He can feel his cheeks flood with heat as Flambae whispers against his ear.

He thinks he feels the same way. Robert can work with that. ]

Yeah, I know it is.

[ Maybe the most frightening thing he's faced so far, which is saying a lot? At the same time, all of this has somehow made him feel the safest and most hopeful about life that he's felt in ages. Or possibly ever. That seems more than enough to balance out the fear. ]

But it's how I really feel, so... I don't want you thinking you're just a walking dick to me and that's all.

[ ... ah ... ]

You are a walking dick, to be clear, but unfortunately I'm into that.

[ he couldn't help clarifying, it seemed really important (or they're just idiots who have to get in a barb at any possible opportunity or they'll simple wither and die). he gives a groan of frustration a few moments later. ]

I just- I've been really happy, ever since I could ... call you my boyfriend.

[ He says the last part of that pretty quickly like it's embarrassing, and it kind of is. He's past the age where such a thing should mean so much or make him giddy or do stupid things. But then, when he was the proper age, there wasn't a chance in hell he'd ever get to have something like this. That, somehow, makes all of this even more significant. Enough so, he hopes, that Chad isn't going to doubt him. ]

So. You don't have to ... worry. About that stuff.

[he makes a face at the walking dick comment but briefly, at least he says nothing-]

[The significance of being partnered isn't lost on Flambae, who grew up in a place where such a thing would lead to a fate worse than impossibility. So, despite wincing at the walking dick comment and biting back a comment about how he thinks Twinkies are somehow worse for you than a bump of cocaine now and then even if he can't scientifically prove it, he gives Robert the space to speak about it.]

Wow!

[Aw, here he goes and-]

You somehow found an even shorter way to say that you don't know how to have any fun!

I'm impressed.

[He does reach up to cup Robert's cheek once more, again with the injured hand, running his remaining fingers over the scars or scruff or whatever the fuck it just so happens to be. Playfully, he clicks his tongue a few times, the sound even crazier with the added whistle of the missing tooth.]

Grindr [and all of the other apps, honestly] is a hellish as some of the holes on there, you know?

[His gaze darts away slightly, subtly. Flambae isn't the best at hiding his moments of real vulnerability.]

Nobody wants to commit, and I'm bad at sharing, obviously.

I probably could have gone to jail for that too.

[He's jealous, he knows.

Even so, the joke isn't strung together as thoroughly and sharply as his other barbs. Something about his time in that place was notably unpleasant, and it shows in how he fumbles through the joke and immediately moves on to the next thing-]

If anybody would've told me that dating my arch nemesis meant he would tell me he loved me and have the cajones to be my man for real, I would have set their hair on fire.

Well! Amongst other more painful things.

[me wondering if he would ever say this icly but here we go-]

You have been waiting a long time for someone to call your own, no?

So what! Be happy about it.

It's okay, Robert.

[ The walking dick thing had, of course, been meant as a joke. Even Robert can't get by an entire vulnerable confession without falling back on some defense mechanism sarcasm. So he tries to ignore what that look he gets could mean and instead waits for the verdict on everything else.

... Not before a dry look about him being no fun though, of course.

Twinkies are fun. They're whimsical! (Sure, Robert)

With that hand (incomplete as it is) at his cheek, he feels a little more grounded and less like he's about to drift away into the sun like a lost balloon. But his first reaction to Flambae's reaction is to feel a little hurt. Is he being taken seriously, are their feelings the same or did he really, really mess up right now?

Those subtle fumbles in Flambae's jokes are reassuring though. That's right. This is just how the man is. His ridiculous anecdotes and silly jokes are his own way of dealing with vulnerability. Robert's still learning, but he likes to think he's better at understanding it. Still, it's got his ears flushed red to have the tables turned on him, to hear that he's been waiting for someone to call his own —

Has he been waiting for that? It's only something he's really thought about lately. But there are a lot of things beneath the surface he doesn't realize about himself. Or he hasn't wanted to. —

He lets out a groan, and not the sexy kind, but leans forward to bury his face against Flambae again. If nothing else, he refuses to be looked in the eyes when he's feeling embarrassed. ]

I was supposed to be reassuring you.

[ But he's the one being told it's okay. What the hell. ]

You better appreciate my cajones.

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using these icons when he is feeling horny and triumphant is so funny to me

it's sooo funny

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