[ the way robert's hands go through his hair leaves butterflies in his stomach. with every gentle kiss, he's more and more convinced robert loves him too because he knows robert. he may be crass, but never cruel. you don't kiss your fuck buddy like this. linger and soak in relief like this. craig knows how robert is as a fuck buddy. and this isn't That.

god, robert blooms before him and it makes him grip robert's jacket. maybe he craves his touch just as much.

kidding. he knows he craves his touch just as much. ]

Robert, bro, you don't-

[ apparently he does. because robert's already bent down and staring at craig so expectantly that craig realizes he has no other choice. he's already been enough of a pain, hasn't he?

reluctantly, craig does get on, wrapping his arms around robert's neck and takes a good hold of the flashlight. ugh- he smells so stupid good for someone who was probably running around as frantically as he could. he smells woodsy, crisp with the faintest hint of caramel and cigarette smoke and it's just the smell he associates with robert in the best way. he makes no attempt to hide his affection for it, nosing his neck gently. ]

Sorry about this. This isn't... what I had planned for today at all. Thanks for saving me, bro.

[ he does feel bad. he knows robert doesn't get to enjoy soft things on his own normally and god, he wants to treat robert with softer things. he's already concocting another plan - maybe a fucking bubble bath or something where he gets all the damn knots from robert's shoulders because yes, he can already feel them. ]