I absolutely adore all of your fics, love to see you do 19 from the kiss prompts please!
kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing
It’s 4am when Aaron finds Robert sat on the bathroom floor.He almost jumps out of his skin, because in the moonlight filtering in throughthe frosted glass window Robert is just a shadow; an unexplained presence that doesn’tbelong. He scrambles for the lights switch, his heart in his throat, but whathe sees when reality is thrown into full view doesn’t bring him any comfort. Robertis curled up on the floor with his back to the bath. His face is red andblotchy and Aaron can see how bloodshot his eyes are from halfway across theroom.
He’s crying.
Robert doesn’t cry. Ever. In the time since they got together,Aaron has seen Robert cry, as in properly cry, twice. Once was after the crash,when the reality of what they’d been through hit him all at once and Aaron hadfound him in the Woolpack carpark, heaving against the wall of the pub. Theother had been like this. No warning. No explanation. Just tears on thebathroom floor in the middle of the night because he hadn’t wanted to wakeAaron.
Aaron makes his way over and sinks down on the floor next toRobert, sitting close and running and a hand over both of his cheeks, shushinghim and asking what’s wrong. Robert doesn’t look at him, barely even registersthat he’s there. Aaron feels his own eyes burning, but blinks quickly to forceback any tears that might surface. He can feel all this later. He needs to bethere for Robert.
‘I dreamt about my mum,’ Robert says after a moment, hisvoice raw. ‘She was so sad. She saw everything I’d done and everything I’dbecome and she was so sad. It was so real. I could see from the way she waslooking at me that she saw me the same way Dad did. She would hate who I am now.’
Aaron presses a kiss to Robert’s temple, breathing in thefaded scent of his aftershave. He can’t stand it. He can’t stand seeing thesame self-hatred in Robert that he sees in himself.
‘She wouldn’t hate you,’ Aaron promises. ‘She wouldn’t.’
Robert ducks his head into his hands and his breath hitches.Aaron wraps both arms around him, pulling him to him, holding as much as him ashe can physically manage. He kisses his cheek, his forehead, the top of hishead. He can’t fix this. These are pieces of Robert that are going to take alot longer than one night to put back together. He can’t fix Robert, but he canhold him in the darkness until the sun rises again, no matter how long ittakes.
