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It had started with a drunk hookup.
The team has stopped an armed robbery and wanted to celebrate over some drinks. To Robert's surprise they invited both him and Waterboy—The newest addition to their team.
Robert kept a good distance from the team. This was a new bar that opened close by. When they had walked in, they were greeted by the owner...and Coupe. So, he sat in an empty corner booth, far from anyone. He ordered a beer and some nachos and just..zoned out.
He looked over at the team who seemed to be having the time of their life. They were even including and being nice to Waterboy. He could also see Coupe.. That was one of the main reasons he decided to hide in the corner. He was worried she was still mad about him firing her. He didnt want to but, it wasnt exactly negotiable.
He watched with a soft smile as Waterboy spoke to the team, his hands making wild gestures, gaining a laugh from the team. He knew if he went over Waterboy would probably stop in favor to speaking to him. He liked being Waterboy's friend but, he needed to talk to other people, not just Robert and Beef.
With a sigh he looked back at the table and began eating his Nachos. Being back here left him alone, with nothing more than his thoughts. Which considering this was Robert, was a very dangerous thing.
So One beer led to Two, Two led to Three, and that led Robert to get a little tipsy. He had just nearly finished his nachos when a hand slammed onto the table.
"What's the matter, Bob-Bob. Hiding from somebody?"
Robert looked up into Flambae's bright Orange eyes. "Yeah, didnt want anyone to see me walking in with someone as ugly as you." He had no idea where that came from but it definitely got a reaction from Flambae.
After that, everything got a little blurry. They started getting in eachother's faces, throwing insults at eachother when all of a sudden their lips connected. Next thing he knew he was in Flambae's lap, making out with him like a man starved.
Large, warm, rough hands roamed his body as they explored eachother's mouths. Robert moaned as he felt one of Flambae's large hands grip his hair "You like that, baby?"
So fucking much
Robert simply looked at him with half lidded eyes.
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After that, they got thrown out.
Robert let out a loud huff as he looked over at Flambae who had a large smirk. "My house?" He offered his hand to Robert who, with a raised eyebrow took it.
He let out a gasp as Flambae pulled him closer and wrapped an arm around his waist "Hold on." Was the only warning he got before they were in the air.
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He honestly wished that he had drank more at the bar. Especially since he could remember Everything.
It had taken a second to remember. At first it felt like he had blacked out after leaving the bar but, when he woke up in Flambae's arms it slowly started coming back.
It started when he first woke up and felt his strong arms around him.
The only sounds in the house was Flambae's quick breaths, Robert's loud moans, and the sound of the bed frame slammint against the wall. Flambae's hands gripped his hips as he pistoned into Robert, watching his freckled ass move as he slammed into them. As he slowly got closer to his release he pulled Robert up so his back was flushed against his chest. Wrapping his strong arms around him he started an impossibly fast pace.
He shivered at the memory.
He tried to move only for the arms to pull him closer.
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"Hmmh..."
Robert froze as he heard the groan leave Flambae's lips.
Robert was on his back, his face covered in tears as Flambae railed him into the mattress. He hadn't even noticed when he started crying. It wasnt out of pain or distress. No. It was from pure pleasure.
His moans were softer now. After what had probably been hours of fucking, his voice was starting to go. It only allowed him to hear Flambae better. The man was leaving hickey on his neck, snarling as he thrusted into him. His thrust were a lot gentler now. It felt less like a hateful hook up and almost..intimate.
He moaned and moved his head to give Flambae easier access. He didnt know he was so into marking. He's had past relationships, not once did he remember his neck being so sensitive.
His moans got louder as he started to feel his release coming "Flam.. Fuck!" He moved his hands to Flambae's shoulders "Im gonna cum! Please..Fuck!"
"Me too, Baby. Hold on for me, Honey." Flambae's rough voice sounded in his ear. The man pressed some desperate kisses to his jaw. "You're doing so good for me."
That was all it took to bring Robert to release. Flambae followed shortly after with a grunt "Hmmh!" The man clung to Robert, leaving a deep bite mark on his shoulder as he filled Robert.
His face flushed and he turned his head to see the man in question. Flambae was fast asleep still, he did seem to mind Robert turning around as much as he did him trying to leave. Once Robert was face to face with the man he was pulled closer.
Flambae rubbed his stubble against Robert's cheek and let out a soft sigh.
Robert would never admit it but..it was kinda nice. But..he couldnt enjoy it. No, he needed to leave. He enjoyed the feeling of being in somebody's arms but knowing Flambae only got with him because he was drunk was ruining the mood for him.
He didnt expect it to be so hard. He already knew he was attracted to men. He also knew he was attracted to Flambae, embarrassingly enough. But, hey. You try not feeling attracted when a 6'4 muscular man with a sexy fucking accent is growling in your ear all the time.
He sighs and gently pushed against Flambae's chest. "Flambae.." He was shocked at the roughness of his voice. It was nearly gone.
"Fucckkk, baby. Your mouth is like heaven." Flambae purred as he gently ran his fingers through Robert's hair. Robert was on the ground infront of the bed, bobbing his head on Flambae's hard cock.
Robert had to give it to him. Flambae was big. He'd be cocky too if he was packing this much heat. He was barely halfway and having to deep throat him.
His eyes widened as he felt Flambae's hand grip his hair. Flambae groaned as he slowly pushed Robert's head further down. Robert flattened his tongue and relaxed his throat, releasing a soft moan as Flambae's grip tightened.
"Fuck! You are doing so good, Honey... So good for me."
Robert's eyes fluttered as his face finally made it to the end. He carefully breathe through he nose. He looked up when he felt Flambae caressing his face, its then he noticed that he had let a few tears fall.
He let out a hum. The vibration made Flambae groan and thrust into his mouth. Fuck..Robert shouldn't have liked that.
He watched as Flambae calmed down and looked down at him. There was something new in his eyes. A silent plead. Robert went to nod only to stop himself and simply hold up a thumbs up.
With that, Flambae was fucking his face. Robert's eyes fluttered as Flambae used his face for pleasure. He whined as he started aching. He reached down to grope himself before starting to slip a finger into himself.
He closed his eyes and focused on the pulse of Flambae's cock. Every twitch led him to tighten up, begging to be filled but also not wanting to take this cock out his mouth. It was almost addicting having Flambae roughly hitting the back of his throat.
"Baby.." The man in question whined out "I am so close. Im gonna cum."
He grip loosened, allowing Robert to choose if he swallowed or not. Robert only pushed foward, rubbing himself through his boxers as he did so. What he wasnt expecting was how violent Flambae's orgasm was.
He nearly choked as the man shot down his throat. He quickly pulled off, accidentally covering himself with Flambae's release.
After he finished his coughing fit he looked up at Flambae who looked hypnotized.
Jesus..How much did they fuck last night? Is he even going to be able to walk after this? Could he even still do his job with his voice almost gone??
"..Five more minutes.." The man's eyebrows furrowed as he leaned more towards Robert.
"Flambae." He glared and pushed a little harder "Come on. Let go."
He groaned and slowly released Robert who reluctantly pulled away. Robert sat up and stretched with a loud groan. He could just barely feel a soreness in his bottom half.
He heard Flambae sit up as well. "You sound like shit."
There he is.
"Uh huh, where's your bathroom?" Robert yawned as carefully went to stand on shaky legs. He just now realized that he was in boxers that definitely werent his...
This memory wasnt as clear. He was tired. Almost asleep. He felt someone rubbing lotion over his still naked body. The hands were gentle. Slowly massaging him as they moisturized him. He very embarrassingly remembered whining and trying to pull the person down.
A soft chuckle emerged from the person, very obviously Flambae now. "Hold still." He heard them walk away and when he came back he started pulling his legs apart. Robert—probably too eagerly— spread them no problem. What he wasnt expecting was for Flambae to put some soft cotton boxers on him "Might be a little big but, I dont know if I can stop myself if I leave you without them."
The bed dipped as Flambae laid next to him. He quickly spooned Robert who finally let sleep take him.
"Sleep well, Robert."
"Right across." Flambae stood up slowly. "Need some help, Bobert?"
"Yeah..No." he rolled his eyes and made his way to the bathroom. His legs were shaky and he had to be careful. He turned the shower on and looked into the mirror.
"Holy shit!" He gasped as he looked at himself. He looked like he was mauled by a werewolf.
He heard a loud laugh and looked over to see Flambae leaning against the door frame.
He moaned as Flambae left love bites and hickeys all over his body. They had just finished fucking for...however long its been.
"That's it, baby. You're mine now, Bobert. Im going to make sure everyone knows it."
His hands explored Robert's body. Keeping him warm. Robert moaned as he felt Flambae leave marks all over his body, especially around his thighs.
It wasnt until now that Robert realized that Flambae had covered all his bruises and scars had been replaced by Flambae's branding. It was also painfully his, if the giant gap in the teeth marks were a give.
With a huff he glared at Flambae who looked him up and down. He rolled his eyes and took off the soft boxers before going to step into the shower.
"I wouldnt do that if I were you, Bobert."
"Flambae, Im not showering with you--FUCK!" He yelped as freezing cold water fell onto his body. He quickly jumped out, shaking as he checked to make sure he set the water on hot.
"I dont pay for heat or gas." Flambae laughed "I am a natural heater. I only pay when I have family over." He walked over to Robert and put a rough hand onto his waist. "So..What were you saying about that shower?"
Robert sighed as he stood in the shower with Flambae. Using him as a shield from the cold water. Luckily just having Flambae in the shower heated up the water to a bearable level. He sighed as he used Flambae's body wash. He could see Flambae reach for shampoo and quickly snatched it.
"What the fuck, bitch?" Flambae went to grab it only for Robert to swat his hand away "Lean down."
"Close your eyes, Honey." Flambae squirted some shampoo onto his hand and started cleaning Robert's hair. Cleaning it of Flambae's release from earlier. Robert could feel himself getting sleepy as Flambae rinsed the Shampoo out and started working in the Conditioner.
Flambae washed him carefully. Cleaning him of the stuff running down his legs and covering his face.
He carefully massaged him as he used the body wash to clean him. Pressing a few kisses to his shoulders "Hold on, Honey. Im almost done."
Maybe it was a little too domestic for Robert to wash Flambae's hair but, it was starting to piss him off how greasy it was.
As if reading his mind Flambae rolled his eyes "Its not greasy. Its just product."
"Too much product. Now close your eyes." Robert rolled his eyes and gently washed Flambae's hair. Once he rinsed the shampoo out he reached for the conditioner, suddenly another memory came back to him.
"Oh, Fuck! Yes! Fuck!.." Robert moaned as Flambae pistoned into him. He held onto the wall, one leg over Flambae's shoulder and the other on the ground supporting him. Fuck he wished he had stretched in preparation for this. Flambae held onto his hip and thigh as he fucked him.
"Flam...Flambae! Im close!" Robert moaned.
He yelped as Flambae fixed their position. He pinned Robert to the wall and fixed his legs so they were wrapped around his waist. He grunted and leaned his head down to lean on Robert's shoulder.
Robert grabbed onto his loose hair and moaned. He could feel Flambae kiss up his neck before moving to his lips. They moaned into eachothers mouth as they came.
Did they take two showers? Jesus..since when did he have this high of a libido.
"Woah, Bob-bob. Like washing my hair that much?" Flambae stood up and laughed.
Robert raised an eyebrow and looked down to see what Flambae was looking at. He flushed as he realized he was hard. "Shit.." He quickly turned around.
The familiar feeling of strong arms wrapping around his waist had him turning back around "Dont be shy now, Bob-Bob."
------------------- After a not so clean shower, Robert made his way out of the shower. Flambae handed him a towel before drying himself off and leaving to the bedroom.
By the time Robert and put his boxers back on, Flambae was leaving the bedroom fully clothed. He looked over at Robert with a smirk before heading downstairs. The distant sound of a washing machine rung through the house.
As Robert entered the room he looked at the edge of the bed which held neatly folded clothes and a bottle of lotion that was definitely way too expense for Robert to know the name of. He picked up the shirt and wasnt surprised that it was one of Flambae's, quickly confirming that his clothes were probably in the wash. Or Flambae burned them, which he was desperately hoping he didnt due to the fact that he hadn't changed out of his uniform before going to the bar.
As he got dressed he couldnt help but notice just how much he smelt like Flambae now. With a sigh he looked into the mirror. His face flushed as he looked at himself, he was basically completely branded by Flambae. Flambae had given him sweatpants with a matching shirt that screamed Flambae just by the colors and size. It was just big enough to expose the bite marks that screamed Flambae if the missing tooth on each of them were to say anything. It also didnt help that Flambae's cologne seemed to cling to everything despite Robert not using it and the smell of Flambae's shampoo and lotion on him.
He looked away with a red face. Its fine. Flambae is just making sure he doesnt have to walk of shame back home. It was just a drunk hookup...followed by not drunk shower sex. But it didnt mean anything. Flambae was probably going to kick him out the second his clothes got out the wash.
Hes already probably bragging to everyone about how horrible the sex was.
With a heavy sigh he finished getting dressed and looked on the floor for his phone only to find it on the bedside table. He opened his phone and was surprised to see it was fully charged.
The only thing that shocked him more was when he looked at the time and saw it was 11am..on a Thursday.
"Fuck!" His eyed widened as he noticed the flood of messages from Blonde Blazer and Chase asking where he was.
He was so fired.
"Shit shit shit!" He ran downstairs and saw his shoes neatly placed next to the front door. He could also smell something coming from the kitchen.
The loud sizzle of bacon as Flambae stood next to the stove "Relax, Bob-Bob."
"Relax?! We're late for work." Robert glared at the back of Flambae's head.
The man smirked and looked at him "We're already late. Might as well eat something. I live close by so it won't be too long. I made too much food and you look like a starved alley cat."
Robert was going to object but the smell of fresh Bacon and Eggs had him slowly moving to sit down.
A plate of food was set infront of him. It was simple, pancakes, eggs and bacon. Nothing to write home about until he bit into one of the eggs.
He didnt remember the last time he had cooking this good. There was no way Flambae of all people made this. "Taste good?" Robert looked up at the large smirk on Flambae's face "Good enjoy it. It should be an honor to eat my cooking."
It was oddly domestic eating with Flambae. He seemed so different. He was still a jack ass but not as much as he was at work. The teasing seemed more friendly. He was sporting a gray t-shirt and sweatpants. The shirt seemed tight on him and the sweatpants. It shocked him for bit that Flambae would have clothes that were skin tight until he noticed how much the pants were showing off his bulge.
"See something you like, Bobert?" Flambae's cocky voice broke the silence "Thought you'd have had enough last night. You were insatiable."
Robert's face flushed and he quickly looked back down at his plate which was nearly empty. "Just thinking.." He sighed and finished the last few bites of his breakfast. Right when he was finished another plate of food was pushed infront of him. "Eat. I need to finish getting ready." Was all Flambae stood up and went upstairs.
Robert watched him dispear into the bedroom before quickly finishing his breakfast and standing up. The least he could do was the dishes.
Flambae soon came back down and looked over at Robert who was leaning over the sink. It seems he came at a good time as Robert turned the water off and used some paper towels to dry his hands.
As Robert turned around he saw Flambae now sporting a hoodie and a tote bag. "I have your uniform. We can change at work." He grabbed his keys from the bowl next to the door. He also handed Robert his house key "It fell out of your pocket last night."
"Oh..uh.. thanks." Robert looked up at him. There was something weird in Flambae's eyes. It was also weird that he wasnt insulting him as much as usual.
As he stepped outside he saw Flambae's car which made him wonder if Flambae had flown to work. He knew that Phenomaman had crushed it a few days ago but had he been able to get it fixed so fast?
He was brought out of his thoughts as Flambae held the door open for him. He went to say something only to sigh and step into the car. He looked up and could see some sticky notes left by the Z team on the dashboard.
You could do better In bright pink highlighter
Tell me everything Scribbled in pen.
Those were probably Prism and Invisagal.
Congrats! Written in neat print on a sticky note that seemed to have been wet not too long ago.
Water boy
Have fun. P.S Tell Robert we got into his apartment and have Beef. Messy Cursive
Malenova?? At least Beef had probably been fed.
^~~~^/~~ Robert honestly couldnt tell who the fuck that was. It looked like insanely messy cursive. He was really hoping it wasnt Sonar strictly because he didnt want to believe a Harvard graduate had handwriting that bad.
Have fun, Lad The handwriting was surprisingly neat and in a simple almost print version of cursive.
Punch Up.
"Fucking Assholes." Flambae huffed as he got into the driver's side and took down the sticky notes surprisingly carefully.
Robert let out a soft chuckle and looked out the window. He processed the sticky notes and how much the team was supporting eachother until it hit him... They knew.