Hello Vic! I was wondering, would you consider writing something Robron + Pride?? I can't see any of them truly being the kind of people to be found at a parade but I wonder if they'd acknowledge it somehow... Have a lovely weekend ❤️
Robert’s shaking his head while he shakes out his paper, one of those stupid broadsheet things he leaves in bits all over the house, too big to even read.
“Not a chance in hell,” he saying. There isn’t even a little bit of give in his voice, Aaron doesn’t know why he thought there might be.
He tries very hard not to feel offended, but it isn’t easy. “It might be fun,” he suggests.
Robert doesn’t say anything.
“It might do you some good.”
The paper rustles when Robert’s fingers clench and he brings it down to eye Aaron over the top of it. “Meaning what?”
Aaron shrugs. “I don’t know. Am I the only other gay bloke you know?”
He realises his mistake a second too late, would slap himself in the forehead if that wouldn’t make things worse.
Robert doesn’t even need to say anything, his eyes are doing all the talking; ice through Aaron’s veins.
“Sorry,” he says. “You know what I mean. I’ve got loads of mates that aren’t straight, would it really hurt you to come for a beer, have a chat?”
Robert finally puts the paper down, folds his arms. “For what reason? I haven’t exactly seen you leading any parades through the village.”
Aaron pinches at the bridge of his nose. He could throttle him sometimes. “Because that’s what I’m saying. I’m saying it’ll be a laugh, come out for a drink.”
“At gay pride.’
“At pride. Stop being such a miserable bastard.”
They eye each other for a minute, at an impasse. Aaron cracks first, because of course he does. He goes to sit next to Robert, puts a hand on his knee.
“I know you’re not ashamed of me,” he says, because he knows that isn’t the problem. Knows Robert isn’t ready to talk about it.
Robert frowns. “What? Of course I’m not. We’re married.”
“So come with me,” he slides an arm around Robert’s stiff shoulders. “I’m not saying put on a leather vest and dance in the street, Robert. I’m saying there’s a party, for us, and for people like us that aren’t this lucky,” he knocks their foreheads together gently, “So come and have a fucking beer with me.”
Robert’s eyes have gone soft, even though he’s rolling them, and Aaron feels a big hand smooth up his back. “If I say yes, I’m kissing you in front of everyone.”
Aaron bites down on a smile. “You can kiss me wherever you like.”