#24 'Don't look at me like that!' please :) xxx
24. Don’t look at me like that
aka THE SOPPY BIRTHDAY FIC RJS DESERVES
Robert wakes up slowly. There are gentle fingers sifting through his hair and familiar lips peppering kisses up the back of his neck. Aaron is a warm weight all along his back. He turns his head to smile into the pillow. He’s never moving.
“Happy birthday, husband,” Aaron murmurs, breath stirring the hair behind Robert’s ear. It makes him shiver.
God. Thirty five. He’s bloody ancient.
Robert’s never really been bothered about birthdays. Not much point when no one else cared. But they matter to Aaron and that means they matter to him now. Besides, Robert’s never been one to complain about being adored.
Aaron shifts until he’s propped up on an elbow and Robert rolls on to his back with a sigh, stretching. It never gets old, seeing Aaron first thing in the morning. Seeing him still soft and open and so wonderfully, perfectly Robert’s. He’s so lucky.
Some of what he’s feeling must show on his face because Aaron’s eyes go warm and he leans down for a kiss. Soft and sweet, a wet little suck of Robert’s bottom lip.
“So what’s the plan?” Robert asks, when Aaron’s pulled back it’s clear that’s all he’s getting for now. “Party over the road or into town with Adam and Vic?”
Aaron raises en eyebrow. “Am I really that predictable?” he asks. “Maybe there is no plan, maybe this is your lot.”
Robert grins, lifts the duvet to peer down at Aaron’s naked body teasing. “I could probably make do,” he says.
“You could probably fuck off,” Aaron says primly but he’s smiling ruefully, teeth in his bottom lip.
“Now is that anyway to treat the love of your life on his birthday?”
That gets him an eye roll and Aaron’s leg slung across Robert’s thigh.
“Maybe the love of my life should learn to keep his mouth shut,” Aaron suggests, as though his hand isn’t already on its way to cup Robert’s balls, fingers teasing at the skin behind them.
“Never,” he says. And if he’s already a little breathless, well, Aaron doesn’t call him on it. It is his birthday after all.
It takes Aaron exactly sixteen minutes to get him off. Two fingers crooked just right and Robert’s dick down his throat. Robert spends most of that time working his jaw silently at the ceiling, one hand in the sheets and the other gripping Aaron’s shoulder for dear life. He shouts when he comes and Aaron doesn’t even call him on that either. It really is good to be the birthday boy.
Aaron kisses him after. He tastes of Robert and damn if that isn’t always far sexier than it should be, but he twitches away when Robert reaches for him properly. “We, ah. Should probably head downstairs,” he says. “Liv’s probably about ready to kill me.”
Robert feels his face go slack, “Liv’s here?” He’s already out of bed. There’s a t shirt on the floor, that’ll do. She wasn’t meant to be back ‘til the weekend, Robert was supposed to be making to drive to collect her so she didn’t spend all her student loan on train fare.
Aaron politely refrains from laughing. “Course she is, it’s your birthday.”
No one can prove that Robert runs down the staircase. At least he doesn’t insist on constantly sliding down the bannister like it’s a bloody helter skelter. Like some people.
Robert stutters to a stop in the kitchen doorway. Because it’s not just Liv at the table, jumper held over her nose to hide a grin, it’s bloody everyone. Not even just Vic or Diane, Charity is there. And Noah and Marlon and a couple of Dingles he only ever speaks to at Christmas dinner. They’re all there, dotted around the kitchen in between a mass of balloons and drinking Robert’s expensive coffee.
They’re also all looking at him like they know exactly what he was just doing but Robert’s too stunned to feel any shame. Isn’t great at that at the best of times.
He turns to Aaron helplessly.
Aaron shakes his head. “Don’t look at me like that! It wasn’t my idea.”
Liv gets up for a hug. “He knew about it though,” she says, pulling a face. “So gross.”
Which makes everyone laugh and winds up with Liv in a head lock under Aaron’s arm for most of a quite rousing rendition of “Happy Birthday.”
Robert tucks into his cake in shock, accepts hugs from all the ladies in the room, doesn’t even pull a face when Chas slaps a party hat on him. He can’t believe they came here for him.
He tells Aaron as much later, when they’re clearing away sticky plates and ferrying glasses to the sink for Liv.
Aaron knocks his knuckles to Robert’s chest as he passes. “S’what family’s for innit?”
Robert catches his sleeve, tugs him back in for a kiss. “Thank you,” he says.
“Thank Liv, I just paid for the cake.”
“No,” Robert says, lets his voice go soft like it only ever does for Aaron. And Liv and Vic, if he’s feeling soppy. “Thank you for all of it. For everything. For,” he shrugs, at a loss. “For this life.”
Aaron’s smile is tender, like something inside him hurts. “Robert, we love you okay? I love you. You don’t have to say thank you for that.”
Robert nods. “Must be getting sentimental in my old age.”
He gets another kiss for that.
All in all, it’s shaping up to be good day.