Hi, can you write something quite angsty but with a happy ending. So Aaron and Robert decide to work through it but Rob is constantly scared that Aaron will change his mind, so really starts to over compensate. Maybe, constantly cleaning, and making food, just being perfect, and keeping his distance to not pressure Aaron, doesn't try to kiss him. And he feels isolated, and alone, doesn't go to the pub. And Aaron realising all of this, and reassuring Rob that he's not leaving. Thank you so much😌
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Robert is cooking tea. It’s not his turn. It wasn’t his turn yesterday either, but he’s cooking tea anyway. He’s making homemade pizza, because it seems like a nice thing to do. Something that takes time and thought. Something that says I put in time and effort because I wanted to do something nice for you, because I love you, and I hope you love me too.
It could just be pizza, but he can’t think of anything as being just anything anymore. He can’t afford to be complacent.
He’s putting the pizza in the oven when Aaron gets back from the pub. He comes up behind him, waiting for him to stand up straight before threading his arms around his waist and pressing his nose into his shoulder. It should be easy; a welcome closeness, but Robert’s heart batters against the inside of his ribcage. His arms hang loose at his side, despite how badly he wants to turn to Aaron and embrace him. He lost his right to initiate months ago.
‘Looks fancy,’ Aaron says, peering over Robert’s shoulder at the various ingredients spread over the work surface. ‘We could have ordered a pizza if you’d fancied one, though.’
‘We still can,’ Robert says so quickly that his words trip over one another in their rush to leave his tongue.
‘What? After you’ve literally just put a pizza in the oven? Don’t be dim.’
Wrong again. Always wrong.
Aaron places his hands on Robert’s hips and turns him around to face him. He smiles, lifting a hand to his face to wipe some flour off his cheek. It takes all of Robert’s strength not to lean into his palm.
‘Don’t be daft,’ he says. ‘I was just thinking, if we’d ordered a takeaway you could have come to the pub with me.’
‘You had Adam.’
‘Yes, but Adam isn’t my husband.’ You’d be better off. ‘And I’ve been at work with him all day. I wanted to spend some time with you.’
Robert bites back the word that’s been leaving a bad taste in his mouth this past few weeks. Why? Why do you want to spend time with me? After everything I’ve done, after I hurt you in the worst possible way, why do you still love me? Why me? When you deserve someone so much better.
‘Put your feet up a minute,’ Aaron says, putting his hands in his pockets and glancing around the kitchen. ‘Get yourself a beer. I’ll tidy up a bit while the pizza cooks.’
Robert shakes his head. ‘No.’
Aaron frowns. ‘No?’
‘Sorry, I mean,’ Robert takes a breath, trying to steady himself. This shouldn’t feel like a test. Aaron isn’t testing him. ‘Don’t worry about it. I was just about to start tidying up.’
‘How about you go and tidy yourself up? You’ve got flour and God knows what all down you. You really need to get an apron if you’re going to be so adventurous in the kitchen, by the way. Go and get changed and I’ll tidy up.’
Robert wants to argue, but he can’t. He doesn’t deserve to argue.