goodfellow

Every year Robin paid someone to come put up a Christmas tree in his flat. So it had just appeared one day, all in gold and white, in front of the big living room window. He just thought it looked nice.

There usually weren't presents under it, but this year there were a couple, wrapped in gold paper.

It wasn't that unusual for Robin to not come home at night, whether he was working late at the club, or doing exactly what he'd been doing the night before with Sam. But he'd already showered at the club, and so when he slipped in relatively early in the morning, he went about baking some cinnamon rolls that he'd gotten pre-made dough for a few days before.

He was pulling a shot on the espresso machine when he heard Rain's footsteps.

Robin had been elsewhere in the club when one of his employees mentioned that they'd spotting Nyx there, and Robin immediately went to find him.

Out on the dance floor, Robin slid an arm around his waist and leaned in close so he could be heard. "How nice to see you, darling."

Robin was still rather out of sorts. He kept thinking of Nyx's advice, that he should just spill to Aaron everything he was feeling, but he just couldn't seem to bring himself to do it. Embarrassed, maybe. Or scared. But regardless, he said nothing.

In any case, he'd been spending more time away from the camp. Less likely to run into Aaron, or worse, what's-his-name.

So today he was bathing in the lack. Floating right now, actually. But at some point... he thought he felt something. What did he feel? It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up a little. Like he was being watched.

He slid his feet onto the muddy surface under the water, waist-deep, and looked around.

Robin wasn't jealous. Certainly not over sex, of all things. But he did feel some kind of way about what's-his-name, and Aaron's fawning over him. Robin could have been the one to rock his world instead if he hadn't been so... so... fuck. And now Aaron might be catching feelings for someone else, and though of course that was fine, Robin didn't do jealousy, he could totally see Aaron surrounding to a life a boring fucking monogamy.

So he was really feeling like he needed to blow off some steam, clear his head of... whatever the fuck this was. He wasn't even looking for Ed, but as soon as he spotted him, then he was.

He marched over to him, wrapped a hand around his wrist, and leaned in. "Now."

Robin was adjusting to their new locale better than most people, he imagined. He'd done this before. Many times. Started over. And he'd also spent many years living in places just like this, with no technology. Little comforts.

Part of him was quite reinvigorated.

In the short term, he thought he might as well do something useful. Not to mention that he'd rather missed hunting. So he had fashioned a spear, and was standing at the lake with a small pile of fish at his feet.

In all honesty, Robin hadn't expected to see Landon again. One, because he'd long ago decided that it was easier to just assume he'd be disappointed rather than getting his hope up. And second, because he actually liked Landon, and well, that rarely worked out for him these days.

... oh also, the king had been murdered, and Robin was pretty preoccupied with making sure that his position here was secured. Fortunately he'd managed to meet Harry Hart very quickly, and found the man entirely reasonable, if a bit preoccupied. In any case, Robin didn't think he'd be kicked out or his head separated from his shoulders in the immediate future.

He was outside the castle, speaking with one of the guard, when suddenly he saw a familiar face. Looking surprised, he took his leave of the guard and approached Landon. "... well there you are," he said.

Robin had had one more drink after Fin left, before going back to sleep. Well, first he'd wanked off. You know. To help him sleep.

The next morning he got up, showered, drank two cups of coffee in his underwear, and then gotten dressed in one of his favorite suits. He stopped by the canteen first, and then went to the quarters that he knew were shared by Fin and Fawn.

He knocked and waited, holding a box of sweet honey glazed rolls.

Robin kissed Willy back with interest, climbing on top of him and pressing him hard into the mattress.

When it broke he said, "What's your safe word? And tell me your limits."

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"Oh, you're hungry," Robin purred, and pressed his body hard against him. Hard being the operative word. "Well, dig in."

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