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[goodfellow]

It was a brisk day, but Robin enjoyed walking on the beach. Barefoot, but still dressed in an impeccable suit. Once he'd found one, he hadn't found much else that was decent at all. And looking better made Robin feel better. And there was a lot to not feel great about right now.

He stopped walking, and his feet sank into the sand slightly. But he was distracted by the man walking out of the ocean. He was dressed in a skin tight wetsuit, and skin tight was a very good look on him.

He slipped one hand out of his pocket, and offered a wave.

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[0_0_7]

"I've not seen anything to suggest we aren't," Bond replied. "In fact, other than the rabbits, and the footprints of deer, I haven't found anything at all. There seems to be menace in the air, but nothing concrete."

He took a drink.

"I don't like it."

[goodfellow]

A little smile tugged at Robin's lips. "You'll just have to make your own fun, I suppose."

[0_0_7]

"Easier said than done. I get bored, like you, far too quickly and the things I enjoy for distraction are sadly lacking," Bond said. "Have you noticed there are no women here?"

[goodfellow]

"I did notice that," said Robin. "Bit lord of the flies, isn't it? I despair for a Smurfette should she ever appear."

[0_0_7]

"I do, too, Bond said with a small chuckle. "She'll be exceptionally popular, I'm sure."

[goodfellow]

"Do you only like women?" asked Robin bluntly.

[0_0_7]

"I prefer women," he dodged.

[goodfellow]

Robin took that as a no.

"I'm far more equal opportunity myself."

[0_0_7]

"That much is obvious," Bond replied with a hint of a smile that was more in his eyes than on his lips.

[goodfellow]

"You caught me," said Robin lightly. "Want to have some fun?"

[0_0_7]

"What do you have in mind?" he asked. He knew, he was no fool, but he wasn't about to be easy.

[goodfellow]

Robin smiled at him. "What would you say if I told you I could give you the best head of your life?"

[0_0_7]

"I'd say you're up against some stiff competition," Bond smirked.

[goodfellow]

Robin very nearly said something like, I've had more cocks in my mouth than hours you've been on this earth. But he didn't really want to derail this with questions about his longevity.

So he just said, "I hope so."

[0_0_7]

Bond was only human, after all. And Robin was attractive, and, more importantly, willing. And it had been so very long since he'd had that particular pleasure.

He swallowed the last of his cup and set it aside.

"You're certain?" he asked.

[goodfellow]

"About which part? My willingness or my skill?"

Robin feigned thoughtfulness.

"Yes."

[0_0_7]

"Then finish your drink," he said, clearly quite used to giving orders.

[goodfellow]

Robin tipped his head back and swallowed the rest of the drink. Then he handed the empty glass wordlessly to James.

[0_0_7]

Bond set it next to his own, then he nodded toward the bedroom. With that bit of direction he turned to go, and simply expected Robin to follow.

[goodfellow]

Robin followed, shedding his coat jacket as he went, tossing it over the couch. By the time he reached the bedroom he was unbuttoning his shirt.

[0_0_7]

Once in the room, Bond shut the door tight. Then he turned to admire Robin. He peeled off his jumper and stood in his undershirt, his trousers low on his hips. He was well fit, obvious even while dressed.

"You seem very sure of yourself," he said, slightly amused.

[goodfellow]

Robin gave him an openly admiring look, as he finished unbuttoning his shirt and shrugged it off, falling to the ground behind him.

"Yes," he agreed, and took a step forward, sliding a hand onto Bond's chest over his shirt.

[0_0_7]

He hardly needed to be seduced. With one smooth motion he pulled his undershirt off over his head. His body, while fit, was a map of scars. Gunshot wounds, knives, and lines from God-knows-what marred his skin. He was shameless, though, and dropped his shirt so he could take hold of Robin's face in both hands and pull him in for a kiss.

[goodfellow]

Robin kissed him back with interest, sliding his hands onto Bond's shoulders.

For his part, his skin was flawless. He supposed that was kind of ironic, to look as if he had the lesser scars. He wondered what his skin would look like if every wound he'd ever had was still there, rather than all of his scars fading to nothing with time. Worse than Bond, that was for sure.

[0_0_7]

Bond nipped at his lips and explored the warmth of Robin's mouth with an eager tongue. He'd been truthful when he said he preferred women, but he'd never turn down someone willing and pretty. And Robin was clearly both.