Can you do 35 please? ☺️xxx
“i’m going to leave and pretend i didn’t see anything.”
“This is such a bad idea,” Aaron murmured, arms slung around Robert’s neck as his husband kissed the underside of his jaw, grazing his teeth against the exposed skin of Aaron’s neck, pressing wet kisses to his collarbone. It had taken Robert all of ten seconds to yank Aaron’s tie off, unbuttoning his dress shirt so he could get at Aaron’s neck.
They were at Home Farm.
The new family that had moved in after the Whites left, Lachlan with blood on his hands, and Lawrence six feet under, had been determined to make the big house a part of the village again, and so they’d organised a big party for all the villagers, for the local business owners.
Robert had been delighted. Mr Gladstone, or Alfie, as he cheerfully encouraged, had asked Robert to come and give a hand up at Home Farm for a few weeks, as a contractor, knowing Robert knew the ins and outs of how the estate had worked (or didn’t work) under the reign of the Whites, Robert practically preening as he’d donned his suit and claimed he’d won, after all.
(Aaron had told him not to be a twat, that Lawrence was dead, Robert, but he liked seeing his husband be so confident and in charge again, swanning around Home Farm like he had the first time around, only this time he was Aaron’s, and Aaron’s only.)
“It’s a little bit sexy though,” Robert smirked, keeping Aaron pinned to the wall of the office at Home Farm, the decor the last reminder that the Whites had ever been a part of the village, the same dark wallpaper adorning the walls. “It’s like the affair all over again.”
“Yeah, because we really want to remember that,” Aaron rolled his eyes, tugging at Robert’s hair to bring his husband back up to mouth level, planting a kiss on his lips before he could say anything else.
Snogging Robert, Aaron decided, a six month breakup and a serious lack of snogging behind them, was one of his favourite ways to spend time. Robert always knew exactly how to make him come undone with his mouth, that stupidly talented mouth of his - and well, if he was allowed to be a bit cheesy, it was just always nice to feel close to him.
They were good now. Better now. Marriage counselling, a whole lot of dates, and a year spent finding their way back to their marriage had done them the world of good, and now, a few months from turning twenty seven, Aaron was married, really, legally, forever tied to the gorgeous, smarmy, brilliant man who was currently trying to get his hands down Aaron’s trousers.
He’d never dreamed, he’d have this, back when the affair had started, back when he’d had to make do with sneaky kisses in the office at Home Farm, or dirty weekends away. Aaron had never let himself dream of lazy Saturday mornings, or arguments over the weekly shop, or quiet evenings curled up in bed, watching shitty movies on Netflix and being happy.
No, he’d never let himself dream of any of that, but Aaron was almost glad he hadn’t, really, because the reality of it all, the reality of Robert, it was so much better, it was more than he’d ever thought he’d get to have in life.
Robert grinned at him, palm of his hand warm against Aaron’s arse cheek. “So you don’t want to have a repeat of the time I gave you the blowjob of your life in here, when Chrissie was right outside the door?”
Aaron flushed at the memory, unable to deny how thrilling it had been to have Robert reduce him to a quivering mess with his fiancé standing right outside the door, on the phone to one of her saloons.
He pushed at Robert’s head, heart racing as his husband willingly went to his knees. “I never said that,” he said, Robert already working open Aaron’s belt, his suit an absolute mess now, Robert’s meticulous ironing gone to waste.
They were too caught up in the moment, in each other, to notice the office door opening, a shocked yelp making them both freeze.
Alfie’s face was beetroot red as he covered his eyes, spinning uselessly around his own office. “I’m just going to leave and pretend I didn’t say anything,” he said. “But we’re going to toast a successful evening, when you’re ready, Robert.”
Aaron couldn’t stop his laughter as Alfie left the room in a rush, Robert snorting into Aaron’s thigh. “Do you think we’ve made an impression on him yet?” he laughed, a mix of sheer embarrassment and pure, unadulterated laughter, knowing the situation was beyond ridiculous, and oh so typical of them.
Robert laughed, delight evident on his face. “Wait until I tell him about the affair.”