Letsplayer, who’s facecam is taking up half the screen and is screaming over everything: HI WHAT’S UP EVERRRYBODY AND LAST TIME I WAS-
Me, boredly clicking through the video: Where’s Luigi.
I can’t see or hear him over your obnoxious face.
The videos title said Luigi’s Mansion so where the fuck is my boi Luigi. I wanna listen to him not you.
A/N: Just a short little piece written at 4 am. I’ve been thinking about physical affection a lot lately. I apologize for any typos or for how shitty this turns out to actually be once I wake up tomorrow and actually fully process what I’ve written.
Robert huffed loudly, turning over yet again. He knew he was being annoying, he knew he was doing Aaron’s head in, but the stupid air mattress they were sleeping on was the most uncomfortable thing he’d ever had to suffer, and it felt like he was never going to be able to sleep on it.
Let alone sleep on it for five nights in a row.
They’d come to Ireland, to see Sandra and Liv. Liv had been living with her mum for close to three months now, being there as she got over her injury. She was planning on coming back to Emmerdale before the start of the new school year, but it was only June, and they missed her.
It was an excuse for a holiday for the three of them, Liv delighted to show them around Dublin, Aaron’s little sister used to the city now. The only problem was that Sandra lived in a tiny two bedroom flat, and there was no way they could share Liv’s tiny twin bed, and Sandra was still recovering, so they’d been landed with an air mattress.
“We could have booked a hotel, you know.” Robert grumbled, keeping his voice low so’s not to wake Sandra, or Liv.
“You know Liv would have been well annoyed at that, she wants to spend proper time with us.” Aaron replied, his voice just as hushed. Being away from Emmerdale looked good on Aaron, Robert decided, his husband stress-free and happy to trail around the shops and tourist spots all day long.
“My back is going to be done in before we leave.” Robert sighed, wincing as the mattress squeaked horribly under him.
Aaron hummed his agreement. “We could always try sleep on the couch, might be more comfortable.”
Robert glanced over at the saggy blue couch, the whole middle dipping lower than the rest of it. “I’d be hospitalised if I slept on that,” he grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest.
Aaron pressed a kiss to Robert’s clothed shoulder. “If you can’t sleep… we could have sex,” he suggested, a smirk half fixed on his face already.
“On this? We’d wake the bloody dead with the squeaking Aaron!”
Aaron grinned. “Do you think your back can hold up to the floor, old man?”
Robert’s eyes narrowed, shoving Aaron off the air mattress unceremoniously, his husband barely holding in a snort as he landed on the carpeted floor of Sandra’s living room. “Watch who you’re calling old man!”