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he's still worried; that's what happens when you're used to putting in your all into something and (??) fucking it up completely. he knows robert won't drop him just because he made him carry him but hey- he's known as the man who can do it all and he did, well, Not Anything At All this time. he had to rely on robert the whole time and he hates it.
he leans forward, hand resting on the middle console and presses their foreheads together. he just wants to take him in, silencing his need to apologize again. it takes him a minute to quiet his breathing, but he gets there. ]
Just wanted everything to be perfect. I was gonna ask you to be mine [ and his alone ] and everything. It would've been cute as shit and I had a picnic set up and everything.
[ it's a lot - just to ask someone to date you. but that's craig; he doesn't half ass shit. especially when it comes to robert, who opened himself to craig, who trusted craig - he knows that's hard for him. it was so hard for craig too - to realize robert wasn't just indulgence, but a need.
so, you know. he reallt is stupid disappointed but he thinks he's pretty valid for being disappointed in himself this time. ]
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So, it takes him a moment to respond but his response is to take the hand on the steering wheel back and cup Craig's cheek to kiss him again. Slow and languid, he licks into his mouth and feels their shared breaths and the taste of Craig on his tongue. He's going to kiss him for a good long while until maybe it's getting a little too heated.
That's when he pulls away and lingers in Craig's space, eyes half lidded and breath coming a little shaky. ]
You wanna make me yours? [ He lets out a soft little snort. ] Baby, you already have.
[ It's an easy thing to admit because Robert has been gone on Craig for a while now. He knows it wasn't supposed to be like this, that it was just fooling around that started one very drunk night after a barbecue at Joseph's (the irony). But it's been months now, months of sleeping together and things that are almost but not quite dates and having their lives slowly mesh with each other.
Hell, Craig has a drawer in Robert's room at his house. No one else gets to keep stuff at Robert's house.
Robert sighs and nuzzles Craig lightly with his nose against Craig's. He's quiet for a moment and then offers, ]
I know it's... fucking weird and I didn't expect this to turn into something so real but. God, Craig, I can't let you go. If you want this to be official, I'm ready for that. I don't need a picnic to tell you that.
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his ankle is fucking killing him and that's still not enough to turn him off. this man has to stop calling him baby because it's doing something to him.
his baby. robert's. fuck. ]
Just thought I'd court ya properly.
[ it's true - he wanted to treat robert like the fucking king he is for once and wine and dine him all damn proper. without the stuffiness. and also more outdoors sex because they're awful exhibitionists. ]
Wanted our first real date to set up what I got in store for ya, as long as you'd want me.
[ and craig expects them to be together for a long fucking time. he can't envision anyone else waking up next to him, can't envision anyone else kissing river's face and talking to her like a grown adult, can't imagine anyone else he'd rather stay up with in the distant future whenever briar and hazel inevitably try to sneak out.
just the thought leaves him melting, sighing as he rests his head on robert's shoulder. there's relief, knowing robert truly is just as smitten as he is. that regardless, he still wants to be with craig's cheesy ass. ]
... Hey, Robert?
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Ha, it was probably his wife before things went to shit. That's kind of ironic. And if not her then... Joseph... which isn't really a great situation either. Craig really is a step up from all of that.
Craig settles down and rests his head against Robert's shoulder and Robert lifts a hand to card his fingers through Craig's hair, soft and gentle. He turns his head to press a kiss to Craig's temple and gives a soft hum in response to his question. ]
Yeah, Craig?
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he just wants to take it in for a second. but you know.
he also has other things on his mind still. robert's shows of strength... the soft panting noises he makes... being called his baby... his ankle -- well, his fucked up ankle should be first but the guy he likes, likes him back and that's way more important. ]
Call me yours again.
[ he's being a little demanding, for someone who had to be rescued, but honestly, he never gets to indulge himself. the night's already fucked and he's sure robert won't let him feel guilty about it so he'll just go in the other direction.
so what if he moves closer, leans in further, presses a kiss to his neck. sooo what if he presses kisses against his jaw and shoulder. craig's ankle's probably only sprained anyway; he can tend to that later or something. ]