can you write sam having a gay crisis over roberto in drag because CANON
Sam should probably listen to Roberto when he all but actively threatens him to stay out of the bathroom, but he can't help it. He's never been good at following orders, especially from someone who makes his blood boil in oh so many ways.
So, after about thirty minutes of pacing around, attempting to actually follow through on the Californian's request to stay out, he gives up, and walks over to the bathroom door, cracking it open.
And he's instantly hit with regret.
Rob's put himself in a long gold dress, a sleeveless thing with a considerable v-neck in the front. Sequins cover the top, but slowly fade away the further down the length of the dress his eyes go. Gold earrings are dangling down, and his black hair compliments it beautifully. He's in at least four inch heels and nylons Sam can see escaping through a long slash down one side, and he's busy applying his makeup.
A considerable amount of blood in Sam's body makes a southward rush, and Rob glances over, a sigh escaping from his lips.
"You just couldn't wait."
Sam opens the door more fully, shrugging. Rob's nearly done. Sam's learned how he does his makeup, and the lipstick's always last. So he just settles into the doorway and watches his boyfriend finish up, quite ready to remove his outfit for him as he drops the lipstick into a small handbag and shuts it.
But when Rob turns to leave, he stops Sam before he can even get a kiss. "No, I didn't spend half an hour on this for you to ruin the outfit before we even get out of the door."
Sam hates the near whine that escapes his throat as Roberto smirks and then struts away, opening the door and heading down into the living room.
"Don't forget your jacket!" He shouts out, and Sam sighs, snatching it off of the end of the bed and following after him.
Night's settling in over San Francisco, and Roberto's standing next to an old red convertible, setting his bag down in the back, while shrugging on his coat. The top's down on the car, and he grins as Sam looks at him across the driveway.
"Lock the door for me, will you babe?"
Sam sighs, and does as asked, and then as he gets closer, Rob gets in the passenger side, dangling out the keys towards him.
"You're going to let me drive your car?"
"Least I can do..." Rob says with a smirk.
"Considerate." Sam says, rolling his eyes, but he gets in and once he's buckled in, he leans over to try and get a kiss, but a finger to his lips stops that once more.
"Sorry, cowboy, you aren't getting anything until after the show."
Sam gives him a frustrated look, and Rob's eyes glitter. He knows he's torturing Sam already, and the thought of another three to four hours without jack shit being allowed is already making him pissed. But then Roberto leans back, and Sam somehow manages to start the car.
"We're meeting Fran, Gabe, and Wally at the restaurant outside of the club." Rob says, and Sam sighs, resigning himself to his fate already.
Sam (APH Texas), as always, is @crikadelic‘s OC, Roberto (California) is mine, as well as Gabriel (Los Angeles) and Francisca (San Francisco). And @bottot is Walter (Orlando)’s creator.
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happiness? in this household? Last Friday at 9:04 PM
oh indy i got asked to write about ur boy having a gay crisis over robin dragcan i use the step on me image when i post it
2nd gayest texan Last Friday at 9:05 PM
sure ting bbg
you’re all welcome, ya heathens
