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Robbie is standing on the old dirt road in front of the Blue House, leaning against the mailbox when Kelly pulls up in his cruiser. He wordlessly gets out and stands beside Robbie who doesn't seem to notice, but the way his heart skips beats, the way he bites his lower lip, Kelly knows Robbie has noticed. Has noticed the uniform hugging his biceps as he crosses his arms, noticed the gunbelt hanging low on his hips.
Kelly smiles wide. “Hey.”
Robbie swallows thickly, but his reply still comes out weak and reedy. “Hey, you.”
After a long while where Kelly listens to Robbie's heart settle, he says, “You wanna go in?”
“We lived here? Me and you?”
“Yeah. We did. We wanted space, something that was ours.”
Robbie finally looks at Kelly on purpose. “Tell me about it.”
Kelly smiles wide and chuckles. “It started like this. You, standing out here, marveling. You said you'd never imagined having real grown up things. You never imagined being so much a part of a family that you'd actually need space, but you were happy that you got both. You thought that a world like that wasn't meant for people like you, that you got to have this large pack, but also this.” Kelly points to the house.
They take a few steps along the walkway as Kelly continues. “You couldn’t believe your luck.”
“I still don't.” Robbie's knuckles brush against Kelly's as if daring himself to take his hand. Kelly takes his instead. He laughs and squeezes his fingers.
“The first time we walked in, you wanted to do it right. You took me in your arms and said maybe we'd never be able to get married, but goddammit, you could do all the silly things married people do.”
Robbie blushes. “Oh my god. How embarrassing!”
Kelly chuckles again as they climb the stairs and stand on the porch. “That's what I said. But you said it was romantic. So you tried. Repeatedly. You picked me up, cradling me, looking so fond and then you walked me into the frame of the door, first my head, then my feet, my knees, my head again. I said this was heteronormative bullshit and you put me down. But before I could take a step, you--”
Kelly opens the door and without skipping a beat, in one fluid motion, bends, wraps his arms around Robbie's knees and lifts him, so that he folds over Kelly's shoulder.
He carries him over the threshold. “Just like that.”
Robbie straightens his back as Kelly releases his hold so that Robbie can slide down him. But before he touches the ground, Robbie surprises himself by wrapping his legs around Kelly's thighs, his arms around his neck.
“You were right,” they both say at the same time and then laugh.
Robbie goes first, “That is heteronormative bullshit.”
Kelly has his arms crossed behind Robbie's back and he squeezes him. “Romantic heteronormative bullshit.”
Robbie moves to stand on his own two legs, but Kelly holds him close, burying his nose into his neck, breathing him in. Now that he's not supporting Robbie's weight, he lets his hands roam, his fingers massaging little circles along his shoulders, his spine, his lower back. He's rubbing his forehead along Robbie's collarbone, his throat, his ears.
“This is your favorite part isn't it? The hugging?” Robbie asks in a whisper full of wonder.
Kelly pulls his head back to look into Robbie's eyes full of hope. “You remember?”
Robbie shakes his head just once and whispers. “No. I just know.”
“Yeah? How?”
“How good you are at it, like it's a precious thing that must be mastered and perfected. How you melt into it, as if you're floating away, but also holding on for dear life to this fragile thing in your arms. How the care you have for the other person radiates and warms you both.”
Kelly's eyes are moist when he gently takes Robbie's face in his hands and brings his lips to his, barely brushing their bottom lips together, then feather light pecks at each corner.
For a long moment Robbie just looks at him, studying him. Then Kelly runs his hands along Robbie's jaw, his throat and settles on his chest, over his wildly thumping heart.
After that, he licks his lower lip and looks at Robbie through his eyelashes. Robbie growls, pulling Kelly flush against him, attacking his lips with his mouth, his tongue, his teeth.
His nails scrape along the back of Kelly's neck and to the base of his scalp, where he fists his hair and tugs.
Kelly is suddenly grateful that he hasn't cut his hair since Robbie left, that he'd let ordinary grooming go. He vows never to cut his hair again, because between the hair pulling and the wet, hot breath Robbie is peppering down his jaw and throat, there is a rumbling growl in Robbie's chest that makes Kelly weak in the knees.
Kelly doesn't want him to ever stop, but he also doesn't want to be standing at this door forever either. He pushes on Robbie's shoulder and as if he reads Kelly's mind, Robbie steps back, never letting go of Kelly, until his knees hit the sofa.
Kelly pushes him down and straddles his lap. They look into each other's eyes for only a moment, asking and granting permission, before Robbie runs one hand up Kelly's chest, his throat and around his neck, pulling him down to continue the kiss, continue to explore and investigate Kelly's wants and needs through his tongue and the varied timber of his moans into his mouth.
Kelly fumbles to remove his holster and fights the urge to toss it aside, instead placing it on the ground behind him. Robbie pulls in Kelly's hips, bringing them as closely joined together as they can. He whimpers low in his throat and Kelly feels it in his entire body.
Robbie's skin is hot to the touch and Kelly worries he might combust. He can feel the sweat through his work shirt and he starts to undo the buttons, but Robbie stops him, twining his fingers with his, holding them there between their chests.
He's panting as if he's forgotten how to breathe, and he puts his sweat slicked forehead against Kelly's shoulder.
“This is my favorite part, isn't it? The kissing?” Robbie whispers into Kelly's skin, before looking at him, his pupils blown wide.
“You remember?” Kelly asks, knowing the answer but wanting to hear it.
Robbie shakes his head only once. “No. I just know.”