#mackrob

thank you for this dear bobbie! bit different to what you were expecting maybe, but have some mackrob on this blessed day 💛

There are few times in his adult life where Robert would have described himself as nervous. Scared? Sure, he's been scared for as long as he can remember, but outright nervous? Maybe a handful of times in the last decade or so.

But there's no other way to describe the feeling that has his heart racing and his palms sweating as he approaches the garage and the tall figure bent over one of the motors.

He hasn't spoken to Mack much since the crash. Or since before that, really. It's not that Mack hasn't been friendly or anything - quite the opposite - but Robert still feels a little awkward around him, doesn't quite know what to say.

Hey, we don't really know each other but I'm the reason your best mate was such a mess for so many years. It's also kind of my fault that you and your pregnant wife ended up in a car crash. And my ex-husband also threatened to kill you. Sorry.

Not exactly the most solid foundation to build an acquaintance - or a friendship, or whatever - on.

guess who's joining the mack/robert train? it's ME!!!! somewhere @vckaarob is crowing in triumph.

Mack leans against the wall of the barn, watching Rob haul hay. He's tried to keep his interactions with Rob free of John-related bitching and Mack can be honest with himself; he likes Rob better. A lot better. It helps that he's easy on the eyes. ("Please stop looking at him like that," Moira told him, that morning. "Like what?" Mack affected an innocent smile she'd seen through instantly. "Does Charity know you have designs on a Sugden?" "Probably," Mack says with a grin. "She's too busy with Nessa to tell me though." Moira sighs. “Whatever. Just don’t do anything at the farm.”)

What Moira doesn’t know won’t hurt her. 

“You gonna say anything or just stand there staring at me?” Rob asks, raising his eyebrows. 

Mack shrugs. “Just admiring the view.”

Rob looks like he doesn’t know what to say for a moment. “Are you flirting with me?”

“You finally noticed?”

“Well,” Rob says slowly. “I kind of figured you and Charity were exclusive.”

“Eh,” Mack says. “We’re pretty easy going on the relationship front.” He runs his eyes over Rob, even though they both know the overalls leave everything to the imagination. “Is that a problem?”

Rob smirks. It’s an expression Mack is starting to like. He can see why Aaron spent so long chasing Rob when he was being a complete dick. It’s attractive. “I don’t know. A problem for what?”

Mack snorts, pushing away from the wall. He stalks across the barn, a thrill running up his spine when Rob stands his grand, smirk still in place, hands in his pockets. When Mack descends upon him, Rob meets him halfway, their mouths colliding a little too hard. Rob kisses like he’s drowning, like it’ll be taken away at any moment–Mack will think about that when he’s not keen to dick Rob down.

By contrast, Rob’s hands are gentle, resting lightly against Mack’s hips. Mack has no doubt he can be forceful–he knows what these hands of done, after all–but the fact they’re just as gentle drives Mack to press Rob back, against the opposite wall of the barn.

Rob goes easily, smiling as he leans in for another kiss, biting at Mack’s bottom lip. “You’re a so so kisser.”

“Fuck off,” Mack says on a laugh, ducking down to suck at Rob’s throat, teasing skin between his teeth. The noises Rob makes are perfect; not loud enough to be a problem, but instinctive, reactive.

Rob is all hard lines and muscle where Charity is all soft and curvy. Rob’s noises are deeper, less performative, and he arches against Mack, fitting them together. His dick is starting to fill, a hard pressure against Mack’s thigh, and Mack smirks. 

Rolling his eyes, Rob tugs Mack’s shirt out of his jeans, fingertips trailing over Mack’s stomach. He shivers, meets Rob’s eyes when Rob slips a thumb beneath the waistband. 

“Is that all?” Mack asks. 

“Doesn’t have to be,” Rob hedges, “But I know for a fact Moira would fire me if I shagged her brother in her barn.”

“She absolutely would,” Moira says. 

Mack backs away, giving his sister a bright smile, and Rob closes his eyes, muttering a curse. 

Moria is standing in the doorway of the barn, arms folded, unimpressed. “What did I just say this morning?”

“Dunno,” Mack says, slinging an arm around Rob’s shoulders. Rob is tense, so Mack whispers, “Give it five,” and Rob shakes his head. 

“Sorry, Moira,” Rob says, smiling sheepishly. “He started it.”

“He often does,” Moira says dryly. Looking between them she sighs. “Work now, play later.”

“Yes ma’am,” Rob says, and there’s the cheeky grin that Mack really likes. 

Moira snorts. “Move it.”

Rob gives her a salute, and then turns to Mack. “You should come back after my shift. Maybe I can show you the other differences between Charity and I.”

“Oh my god,” Moira mutters, but Rob is already disappearing around the barn door. To Mack, she just says, “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

It’s two weeks after he and Charity officially split when Mack decides he’s going to see what all the fuss is about when it comes to Robert Sugden. 

Mackenzie Boyd and his weird, queer summer.

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“Ow,” Robert says, moving Mack’s knee from where it’s just whacked him in the neck. “Do you have any control over your limbs?” “Shut up,” Mack tells him, flushing. “Just, I dunno. Get on with it or something.” “Get on with it or something,” Robert mutters, and bites at Mack’s hip in retaliation. That’s quite nice, actually, he can get on board with that. “Real romantic. Atmospheric.” He does take the head of Mack’s cock in his mouth though, so he’s not too upset. [Or: Mack knows he and Robert could have great sex, they've just gotta figure it out.]

@ A03

Robert's presence is jarring- not just because of the intrusion, but because he's clean. Crisp white shirt, hair perfectly tousled, smelling faintly of expensive cologne. It’s a stark contrast to Mack’s rumpled hoodie and the stale air clinging to the room. Mack shifts uncomfortably, the contrast between them too obvious. Robert doesn’t seem to care- of course he doesn’t. But Mack can’t stop noticing how put-together Robert looks, like someone who’s got their shit together, and that just makes Mack feel more like a mess than he already does, even though he's one hundred percent sure Robert is nowhere near being actually put together. - In the aftermath of John, Mack has a difficult time going outside. Robert helps. Emmerdale rarepair week day 2- non canon ship(s)