#ivegothalfaplan

Marian surprised Robin from behind, covering his eyes with her hands while a smile played on her lips.

“Robin of Locksley, you are rather careless.”

“Shutup,” Djaq rolled her eyes, giving his arm a shove.

It had only been two hours since he first arrived at the prison. Will had been the one to drop him off, and after a long hug, that was it. Luke was alone. 

He was quickly trying to get a hang of the place. One man had given him a bit of advice- don't let them see you scared. But Luke couldn't help it. He was scared, terrified. He'd been framed for his father's murder and was now facing a lifetime in prison, with no chance of parole for at least three years.

He gulped when he saw the group of men coming towards him- the kind of prison guys you always see in movies- big, burly, with tattoos and ponytails. He immediately backed up against the wall, cowering as they leered.

"Well, what do we have here?" the ringleader asked, cracking his knuckles.

"Oi, I’m a smoker when I want to be." Like when he felt that he was being avoided and that was a convenient excuse and he was trying to prove a point by reaching over and snatching Athos’ cigarette. He took a long drag off the end, tasting the beer that Athos had been drinking, and to his credit, he managed not to cough.

Honestly, he wasn’t trying to make a big deal out of it. He liked Athos and enjoyed fucking him and being fucked by him. He’d agreed from the start that it was just fucking, no strings attached and certainly no feelings, but somewhere along the way…he’d developed fucking feelings for this ridiculous, brooding, cooler-than-thou Frechman, and fuck him, he didn’t know how to deal.

He was trying to play it cool and pretty sure that he was 99.98 percent fucking failing at it, and he didn’t know what to do. He was scared to death that Athos was going to figure it out and fucking drop him like a hot potato or volcanic lava rock or something blisteringly scathing, and he just— He didn’t think he could handle that.

So he trailed after Athos like a forlorn, agitated puppy and said stupid shit that made him scoff, and —

It was pretty fucking cold and no, he hadn’t thought to bring a coat, so he handed Athos back his cigarette and crossed his arms over his chest, sticking his hands into his armpits. “Whatever. It’s not that cold.” Except his teeth were starting to chatter a bit, and he quickly bit his lip.

"No, you're not."

Athos scowled, just managing not to roll his eyes at Robin.  The fuck is he trying to prove, they both know he's not a fucking smoker, that this was -- that this was something else.  Something that Athos was going to do everything within his power to avoid discussing.

Everything within his power to avoid.

Because he likes things like they are; likes the way they are, the two of them, without any of this -- this other shit that Robin's trying to put on him.  With gestures, with expressions, with the way he doesn't say things, the way Robin touches him -- not the way Robin touches him when they're fucking, but the way Robin touches him when they're watching TV, or passing each other on the way to brush their teeth.  Little touches, small touches, fingers twining through his hair or slipping lightly over the back of his neck.  Things that are fine if they're kept there, if they're kept quiet and unspoken, where they can't fuck this up.  You can't fuck up what you won't acknowledge, and Athos is perfectly happy to live by that philosophy.

But Robin -- Robin can't ever leave well enough alone; not with anything, so why would he have let himself be fooled into thinking that this would be any different?

If Luke had to choose just five, it'd probably go something like this;

One. The first time they kissed, shortly after Luke confessed his feelings, the ones that had been building up for years. He'd never thought that he would have a chance with Robin, hell, he didn't figure Robin would even notice him, and the kiss being returned swept him off his feet that much more.

Two. It had been a long day, one of those where he wanted to lay in bed and not go anywhere, wallowing in sadness, still grieving over the loss of his father. His eyes didn't have the usual sparkle they did when he saw Robin, and Robin being Robin, of course, noticed. A look of understanding crossed between them, and Robin gave him a chaste peck on the lips and an embrace that Luke desperately needed. They fell asleep together on the couch soon after.

Three. It was raining, and they, being idiots, got stuck. They made a game out of it, of course, jumping in puddles (they were already soaking wet). When they reached Robin's place, Luke grabbed him by his shirt for a heated kiss that ended with them taking a hot shower together.

Four. The first time they were together, Luke was more than a little nervous, flushing everywhere and stammering over sentences. The kiss was hungry, desperate, and all over satisfying, bringing a smile to Luke's face and some confidence in his eyes.

Five. Five was a myriad of kisses on a day that wasn't particularly special. They both just happened to have that whole day to themselves, and it was spent with hand holding and laying on each other in Robin's bed, soft kisses to stubble covered jawlines and sweet pecks on the cheek that all melded into one.