Tick
tick tick
tick tick tick tick tick -
Robert wanted to get up and throw the clock into the wall, watch it shatter and send gears everywhere, but he simply didn't have the motivation. He lacked motivation to do pretty much anything these days; he supposed that was why he was not fitting into his favourite leather trousers.
He frowned. It wasn't his fault he couldn't lose it. He was moving around just as much as Simon, if a little less wildly; Simon shouldn't have called him that awful name. What was it again?
"Stay-Puft Marshmallow Robert!" Simon had snickered at him, before walking off with Lol to get a drink.
What was Simon doing with Lol, anyway? They couldn't be - but no. Lol was too much of a prick and Simon was too clingy for them to get together. Besides. Simon had made it very clear how much he loved Robert the last time they'd shared a room.
How very, very much.
Against the heat and lethargy of the day, Robert's body began to respond actively to the memory. Shaking his head to clear it; did he really want to get all worked up on such a sweaty day already? Sweat, pouring down, tongues sliding slippery, infinately hotter than -
"Dammit." he said out loud, rolling off the bed and feeling the blanket stick to his sweaty back. He sat up, shook his head fiercely, and strode into the bathroom, cold shower and relief promised.
No such luck however, the nagging between his thighs didn't seem to be affected by the cold. He shivered and only seemed to grow harder.
"Well fuck that then." he snarled, leaning onto the wall and closing his eyes, picturing Simon before him in the shower; the doe-eyed boy was on his knees, palms against Robert's thighs. His hair was half-matted down by the cold spray but still like a lion's mane; wild and un-tame-able.
Robert let out a breathy moan as he ran his own hand down his chest to his groin, palming his arousal and letting his fingertips brush past his balls; he quivered in the sensation of cold and turned the water up in temperature just a little. Concentrating on keeping that figure of Simon before him, he leaned back.
The younger man was chuckling at him in his fantasy, giving him that teasing look with both eyebrows raised, lips parted delisciously, showing perhaps a glint of white teeth and a flicker of devilish tongue; oh the heavenly feeling that only Simon's mouth could bring.
In Robert's mind, Simon leaned forward and kissed the tip of the older man's arousal; it leapt in his hand and he nearly lost his footing when Simon took the entirity of its length into his mouth, chuckling around it. Robert let out a whimpering, whining noise, hips twisting into his hand, ecstasy. "Fuck - "
He was borne away on a wave of pure sensation, the water cascading down his body sensitized; a hundred fingertips, a thousand pairs of lips, a million kisses. He opened his eyes blearily to the empty shower, water still running, cooler now and devoid of feeling.
Robert looked down towards the floor; the evidence of his passion, like his fantasy, was slowly swirling down the drain, slipping through the pipes, down into an unknown place, to be lost forever in darkness.