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[gayzytown]

The End of a Day

((heres a lil somethin i wrote for @iamlazyinlazytown who is a rlly talented artist and cool friend who drew me this super awesom picture !!!! i hope u like this lil first kiss story !!! c: sorry it took me so long btw omg

Some people called Robbie “quirky.” Was it his odd fashion sense? His weird, fidgety habits? His antisocial tendencies?

As Sportacus stood with the tall man outside of his lair he could use the word only to describe the sweet, sentimental way Robbie looked down at him with those dazzling grey eyes, full of too many feelings and emotions to count. 

Sportacus looked into them with his own eyes; a shimmering ocean alight with life against a stormy sky teeming with lightening. Sportacus’s gaze drifted down past Robbie’s eyes, over the delicate skin of his pale face and came to rest on his soft, trembling lips.

        “Robbie?” he whispered, his mouth suddenly dry.

        “Yes?” Robbie answered quickly, his smooth lips parting to reveal an oasis that Sportacus was desperate to drink from.

        “Can I… kiss you, Robbie?” he asked softly. The corners of Robbie’s mouth curved up in a gentle smile.

        “...yeah,” he mumbled.

Slowly, gently, like a tender lover, Sportacus moved towards Robbie, his half-lidded eyes sliding shut and his lips trembling. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, his whole body shaking, a sudden insecurity falling into his stomach like a rock. He took a shaky inhale and, just as the longing and anxiety become unbearable, he felt Robbie’s lips against his own.

Nervously, immediately, he pulled back and a terrified giggle escaped him.

        “Uh, I’m, uh… thank you,” he coughed. He heard Robbie laugh and he looked up to see the tall man beaming down at him.

        “You’re so cute,” he said, causing Sportacus to blush. He brought one hand up from his side and caressed the elf’s face, his soft fingers curling around Sportacus’s jawline and his thumb brushing his lover’s cheek. “Can I kiss you?”

        “Yeah!!” Sportacus almost yelled.

He felt Robbie against him and he wrapped his arms around the tall man and pulled him close to his broad chest, sinking into the embrace and into the connection with his soul mate.

He looked into Robbie’s eyes and saw an ardent, undeniable love as his own eyes drifted shut and he shook with anticipation until, finally, Robbie closed the gap between them and pulled Sportacus into a passionate kiss.

Sportacus felt like a new person, a blue fog swirling with a purple mist in an infinity of love and security. Instinctively, his hand climbed up Robbie’s side and tangled itself in his hair, disheveling the tall man’s pompadour, pulling his boyfriend even closer if possible; every bit of physical contact seemed to invigorate him.

After what seemed like an eternity but not long enough for either of them, they pulled away. Full of energy and love, Sportacus jumped to the tops of his toes and pecked Robbie on the cheek, on the lips, and on the nose.

        “Sportacus, please,” Robbie laughed, half-heartedly pushing the elf away the way people pushed away excited dogs.

        “I love you, Robbie!” Sportacus chirped, grinning up at Robbie with all the love in his fast-beating heart.

        “...I love you too, Sport,” Robbie mumbled bashfully. Sportacus hopped up and gave Robbie one final kiss on the lips.

         “I’ll see you tomorrow!” he said. They exchanged their goodbyes and departed, both feeling warm and comfortable and content.