To Kill a Puck, Part 1 (for Thomas)

[goodfellow]

It had been a good day at Robin's car dealership. Just before closing, he'd talked a mother into buying a three-year-old sports car for her 16-year-old son; from the looks of him, he'd have it wrecked within the week and back for another - at which point he could recommend a nice safe SUV with all the bells and whistles that cost even more than the first one.

He was also expecting a visitor. Thomas Raith, who never failed to put him in a good mood. More than a good mood. What Thomas Raith put him in were orgasms that curled his toes for days. They'd only met two months ago, but he was already far more regular a sex partner than Robin had had in a very long time - but then, anyone who was more than a one night stand amounted to "regular" for Robin.

Everyone else had already gone home, except for a janitor who was sweeping the show room. Robin caught a glimpse of Thomas' lovely head of hair and met him just outside. "Can I interest you in... let's see, something fast, something powerful, something in white, perhaps?" he asked as soon as he opened the door to greet him.

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[raith_rogue]

Thomas didn't care what state of dress Robin wore to bed, as long as he got a better look at those slash marks. He caught the leather jacket as it slipped from Robin's arms, tossing it on top of the cluttered dresser. "I have a first aid kit," he suggested, though it was a bit more robust than some little tin box with a few band-aids and some iodine.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Right." As Robin got his shirt off, he looked down at the marks as if he'd forgotten they were there. At least they weren't bleeding; they weren't very deep, after all.

He shoved down his pants.

"This wasn't how I was hoping to be introduced to your bed," he added morosely.

[raith_rogue]

"That makes two of us," Thomas muttered, holding Robin up until he lost the rest of his clothes and then easing him down onto the bed before leaving him to get himself settled. He ducked into the adjoining bathroom and yanked open the cupboard under the sink, hauling out gauze, tape, peroxide, and a towel.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin settled comfortably into the bed. He pulled the sheet up to his waist - though it was because he was cold, not modest.

"I've always had a thing for nurses," he said when Thomas returned. Robin had a thing for everyone. "Will you wear one of the little hats for me?"

[raith_rogue]

"Not for anything on earth," Thomas grumbled, sitting on the edge of the bed and setting the supplies near at hand as he started wiping away smears of dried blood with the dampened towel.

He worked in silence for a moment, and then asked in a low voice, "What do you need to get rid of the poison? Just rest?" Because if Robin needed something else, it would be convenient to know before he lost consciousness on him.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Mmmmm," Robin agreed vaguely. "Magnificent puck constitution..."

He looked up at Thomas, eyes a little unfocused for a moment. "Of course, if you're hungry, I won't object if you want to blow me to sleep." After all, if anyone could get it up half-dead, it was Robin Goodfellow.

Of course, the proposition probably wasn't very convincing since Robin's head lolled to the side and he passed out before Thomas could even react.

[raith_rogue]

Thomas sighed, his eyes flashing a lighter shade of grey at the suggestion even as he shook his head. "I think that'll have to wait," he told the unconscious puck, quickly finishing the job of dressing Robin's wounds and then getting away before his demon decided to see just how much it could draw from Robin in his current state.

Besides. He needed to make a phone call.