On his way to work one morning, a runner catches Robert’s eye. He starts seeing the man around everywhere, growing more intrigued with each sighting and almost interaction. When he finally meets him properly in the elevator of his building, a spark ignites and the two embark on an intense relationship, but when Robert is reminded of a past trauma he gets scared. Will Robert be able to let go of his past or will he be consumed by it?
Robert Sugden was having a perfectly good morning, until he realised it was snowing.
The public transport he usually took to work would be horridly packed and late, and there was absolutely no point in attempting to take the car, so he quickly decided he would have to walk. With his satchel over his shoulder, a scarf wrapped around his neck, gloves on, and a coffee from the local coffee shop where his sister Victoria worked, he trudged along the pavement with careful steps, hoping he wouldn’t be too late to his morning meeting with Mr Pearce.
The weather was crisp and the air was dry - the sky was dark blue and beautiful, the ground illuminated mostly by the rising sun and the remaining street lamps that stood along the path. The trees were speckled with frost and the ground had a thin layer of snow blanketing it. Winter was a glorious time of year purely for the beauty in which it rendered the world, the freshness it gave the air, and Robert took a deep breath, enjoying the cold air in his lungs waking him up as much as his americano. The clothes he had wrapped himself in gave him a little warmth and the coffee in his gloved hand gave a bit more, and even though his breath dissipated quickly in the cold giving away just how low the temperature was, he found the morning quite enjoyable.
He was walking through the local park to get to work when he heard footsteps coming fast ahead of him. The notion of anyone running in this weather was ridiculous; it was dark, the ground was wet, it was freezing and who even had that self-control? After a few seconds Robert noticed a man wearing tight workout clothes running towards him, eyes focussed on the ground. Robert shuddered at the sight; he was wearing a bobble hat, thin gloves, and a thin running jacket; it must have been freezing for him but he didn’t seem to care. Instead, he seemed completely entranced in his own world; the black wire of his earbuds jumped as he ran, quite a fast pace considering the early hour and the snow, but his mouth was hard set and determined. He had black stubble on his cheeks, a straight nose and striking blue eyes, but most striking of all was his determination. He was fit, all lean muscle accentuated by his expensive running outfit, tight dark material stretched over the muscles on his arms and legs. He wore a thin body-warmer but his body was still quite obviously mouth-watering. The exercise gave him quite a lovely flush which Robert couldn’t help but notice; he was definitely Robert’s type.
31.8k words, explicit, no archive warnings apply, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of past trauma, firefighter!Aaron, lawyer!Robert.