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Aban Stone grew up with very little money to his family’s name. They owned a small farm in rural Alberta. A province built on oil and natural gas. His family scraped by all throughout his childhood. They earned cash through meat, eggs, and raw hides. Stone helped out on the farm for as long as he remembered. Every morning he woke, got dressed, and headed straight to the chicken coop. Mud, rain, snow, or shine. That was his job while his mother, father, and brothers worked and assisted elsewhere.

Stone had always loved farming, but it was never enough. He dreamed of riding horses and competing for ribbons. He begged his poor parents year round for a horse, but there was never enough spare change lying around for that kind of investment.

His routine and his normality took a turn in his early adult years. Stone knew from a young age he was going to move out as soon as possible. It was always going to be on his terms, until it wasn't. He got kicked out after his parents found out he was queer. He was outed by one of his friends after a mishap in a bar. Safe to say he put that friend in his place.

By this point, he had already been saving up enough to buy his own place. The problem was finding a place to stay in the meantime. Most nights he slept in his rundown truck or in a cheap motel in some washed up town.

This was his chance to start anew. Build a life that he had envisioned in his dreams. Stone knew there was lots of work to be done, but he had always been easily self-motivated. He pushed himself to get good grades. He pushed himself to make his parents proud. He pushed himself to make himself proud.

Stone ended up being able to buy himself a small ranch after years of hard labour working various jobs in various towns and jumping from trailer to trailer to keep rent low. Owning horses, even just a singular horse, was costly. Stone knew that but his efforts weren't going to go to waste.

His hard work earned him a small foal that he could raise as his own. She grew to be strong and sturdy with Stone’s patience and care. Stone had a natural talent when it came to handling animals. They seemed to enjoy Stone’s company, even when he was young. His hands were coarse but gentle from years of handy work. Throughout the years, Stone’s hair grew long. He often kept his hair in a low bun with a few loose strands so as to not get in the way. It sat nicely under his stetson.

Stone lacked years of experience when it came to horseback riding. The start was rough. He was thrown off to the point he had to take a break from the overwhelming amount of bruises he obtained. But Stone was a quick learner. It had always been one of his noticeable traits, along with his determination and thoughtfulness.

As did many things, his equestrian skills started to blossom. He was already starting to place in his local, small town competitions. His confidence grew alongside his awards.

He rose through the ranks like a breeze. His skills got noticed by crowds of people. He started to place in higher competitions, until he made it to the Stampede, where the big names competed.

He achieved a great deal in a small amount of time. Though, everything must come to an end. His horse got injured at one of the competitions. Unlike dogs or cats, horses are not meant to recover. Once they're injured, they're injured for good in most cases. This was not a rare case unfortunately. His horse ended up having to be put down. The pain was too great to keep her alive. Stone could never replace her. His blood, sweat, and tears were poured into training and raising her. He would have to start all over. He had a taste of his dream for a second. That bliss Stone could live on. Unfortunately, he had also spent a majority of his money on her and lacked funds to care for another horse. Back to regular labour jobs it was.

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Along with riding horses, he longed to attend the Stampede. It was filled with carnival rides, local bands, well known competitors, and Indigenous history. Every summer the kids would talk about the Stampede, whether it was about the bands performing or the cowboys competing. His family was too broke to ever purchase tickets. He pictured himself in the stories the kids told, building memories he never got to experience.

Stone’s first Stampede wasn't until his adult years. He didn't really care for the rides or the bands. He wanted to watch the show, the horses, the bulls, and the cowboys most of all.

One cowboy caught his eye. It was an older gentleman by the name of Ivo Robotnik. He attended every competition and placed in all of them. He was a common face, attending the Stampede every year, snatching the ribbons and awards without much of a challenge. Another thing that caught Stone’s attention was the way people talked about him. Yes, watching him compete was incredibly entertaining, but his harsh demeanour scared people. His attitude was unbearable. Other than his attitude and awards, not much was known about the man.

But Stone wasn’t deterred. He still admired Robotnik. He was fierce and the way he handled his horse proclaimed to the world that he was above the fools that tried to compete with him. He blew them out of the park. It was easy to see that this was child’s play for him.

Stone made it a tradition to attend the Stampede. If you asked why, he would say the bands and the horses, not because of the one and only Ivo Robotnik.

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However, this year of the Stampede was different. Word had spread that Robotnik was looking for a ranch hand after chasing away his last one. From what Stone heard, no one dared to apply. Rude, snobby, arrogant, selfish, and angry were words commonly associated with Robotnik. The rumours of his behaviour and how he treated his previous assistants were enough to keep anyone from helping the star himself. Well, almost anyone. Stone wasn't going to refuse this opportunity.

After the competitions had ended and the crowd flowed to the rest of the Stampede, Stone made his way to the competitors zone. He snuck by the very little security the Stampede provided. His eyes were set to find a tall, lanky but well built cowboy, jet-black hair peeking out under his black cattleman. The band of the hat a nice light walnut colour that matched the accents on his chaps and button shirt. This was sometimes joined by a matching fringe jacket, but not during today’s competition. His signature moustache stood out amongst the other contestants.

Stone found Robotnik preparing his trailer and trusty shire, Sterling, for travel. She was a sleek black horse with silky dark hair that flowed with the breeze. Her coat was shaved down for the scorching summer heat. Sterling was Robotnik’s prize possession, and his baby was going to look her best. Sterling was solid and over 16 hands high, if Stone had to guess.

Stone approached the man with a hint of caution, not wanting him to lash out at him right away. “Sorry tah botha ya sir, but I would like tah inquire ‘bout the ranch hand position.” He was met with a scoff as Robotnik continued his preparations.

“I could be of great service. I grew up on a farm and have plenty of experience with livestock, including horses.”

Robotnik gave Stone a small side eye, grunting, “Scram, I ain’t in need of yer help, greenhorn!” before wandering off. Stone followed after him.

“Whoa there! I’m Aban Stone. I’ve competed here-” A gloved finger hovered in front of his mouth. Robotnik recognized that name. He had heard of a younger man climbing through the ranks and the accident that had followed.

“Stone, eh? M’suppose I can make you useful. Although, this job ain’t gonna be easy work. You do exactly as I tell yeh. Any mistakes and I feed you tah meh chickens. Understood?”

A small smile tugged at Stone’s lips. “Got it, sir!”

“Yeh start Wednesday at 7:00 am sharp. Don’tcha be late.” Robotnik’s sharp umber eyes glared straight into Stone’s own chocolate eyes. Stone knew he should feel scared or threatened, but he didn't. He felt hope spreading warmthly throughout his chest. “Don'tcha get in the way. I have shit tah do and I don't need tah be bothered by a feeble cowboy with achievements so insignificant to m’own.”

Stone pulled out a small notebook and pen from his worn down jean jacket. “Address, sir?” Stone asked with a smile. Robotnik ripped the paper and pen from Stone’s hand accompanied by a small growl. He furiously wrote his address down then shoved it back into Stone’s chest before storming off. Stone looked at the barely decipherable scribble. Robotnik lived to the west of the city where the Stampede was held. It wasn’t a bad drive for Stone, he lived just north. Sterling was left in a holding pen until it was time to leave.

Stone followed Robotnik through the crowd of people that still remained later into the evening. The performing bands could be heard from anywhere in the Stampede. At this moment, Theory of a Deadman shook the stage. Stone had heard them on the radio from time to time, but he couldn’t tell you it was Theory of a Deadman. He didn't really care for music, so he didn’t pay attention to who sang what song. Robotnik on the other hand enjoyed the Stampede, not just because of the competitions, but also because of the live music. He could get lost in his own world. Anxious thoughts and stresses wiped away for just a moment while guitar riffs and clashing cymbals drifted through the air.

Robotnik approached the fence separating the public crowd and the VIP section. Resting his forearms on the metal fence, his eyes laser focused on the band. His posture was more relaxed than it had been all day. Stone joined his side, pretending to watch the show, but his attention was on the man beside him, although he worried that coming off as a fan would sicken the man. Robotnik didn’t seem the type to interact with supporters.

“Y’know this band?” Stone questioned the man, attempting to start a conversation.

“Of course I do! Itz Theory of a Deadman.” Robotnik exclaimed animatedly, his hands flaring in front of him as he spoke with a hint of bewilderment.

“Who?”

Robotnik’s head slowly turned towards Stone, his brow furrowed. “They were the first band tah sign with Chad Kroeger from Nickelback. Santa Monica s’been all over the radio recently. Surely you’ve heard of ‘em, Stone!”

Stone had to think to himself. “Nickelback sounds familiar.”

“How You Remind Me? Animals? Rockstar? Rockstars s’been overplayed since it was released. You must’a least know that one,” Robotnik questioned.

“Oh, the “we just wanna be big rockstars and live in hilltops” song?” Stone replied. His knowledge on bands had been quickly overcome by Robotnik’s in their short conversation.

“Yes, yeh imbecile!” A moment of silence passed before Robotnik continued. “I saw ‘em live in concert back in oh two for their album, The Long Road. Theory of a Deadman opened for ‘em. Y’know Nickelback is from berta? Good ol’ Hanna.”

Stone nodded, committing the fact to memory. “I wasn’t aware.”

Robotnik rolled his eyes before turning back to the stage and leaning on the fence once again. “‘course yeh weren’t.” A comfortable silence laced the air between them as they watched the show. Out of the corner of Stone’s eye, he could see Robotnik tapping the metal bar to the beat of the song.

Stone broke the silence. “Do yah know this song?” That earned another scoff from Robotnik.

“Yeh ask foolish questions, but yes, I do know this song. Itz Hello Lonely.”

Stone nodded. “I neveh heard it.” He let his mind wonder as he listened to the song.

Hello Lonely

How you doing today?

Hello sweet thing

Why don’t you walk this way?

The performance came to a drawn out end. The final crowd cleared out from the secluded area. Stone turned to talk to Robotnik, but found that he had disappeared into the crowd. Stone was left standing alone. He couldn’t help but smile thinking about the odd man, who was even more stunning up close than from afar. Stone made his way home, knowing somehow he would rest peacefully that night.

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Stone woke Wednesday morning before his alarm. The clock read 5:20 am, ten minutes before it was set to go off. Stone turned it off swiftly before it got the chance to annoy him. This left plenty of time to prepare for his first day.

His day started with a hot shower, leaving him feeling refreshed. Excitement ran through his veins. This job was going to be different. It had to be. All his previous menial jobs had worn on him. Yes, this job was still hands on labour, but ranching had always delighted Stone. He combed his wet hair back into a sleek low bun and. donned his nicest pair of denim jeans. No stains and no rips. He could wear his grubbier pairs later, he wanted to make a good first (technically second) impression. Stone tucked a dark purple button up shirt into his jeans, joined by a belt buckle he won from one of his championship competitions. Next was his black vest. His calloused hands quickly buttoned and gently flattened it down.

Stone whipped up a mediocre bowl of quick oats with a glass of milk. A dull meal to start the day, but fulfilling nonetheless. While waiting for his oatmeal in the microwave, Stone gathered himself a lunch. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich, granola bars, and a few crackers would sustain his appetite for the day. Thankfully, he had prepared himself for today. Any tools or equipment he thought he needed were waiting for Stone in his car.

6:30 am hit and it was time for Stone to leave if he wanted to get there at 7 am sharp. The drive was about half an hour. It shouldn’t be too bad, Stone thought. He quickly threw on his worn out black chaps and quickly tugged on his cowboy boots, which he had tried to clean, but they were too far gone. They were well worn and he would need a new pair sooner than later. He grabbed his black stetson from the hook, the brim designed with a dairy cow pattern.

As he rushed out the door, Stone suddenly realized he had no clue how much this job paid. He paused, thinking for a moment. His previous job had laid him and many of his coworkers off. Stone was desperate for work, and this job provided him the opportunity to work for someone he admired. Any considerations about his wage disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. The thought of working for Robotnik was good enough for Stone, and hey, Robotnik was a wealthy man. He probably paid well.

Stone tossed his lunch kit into the passenger seat. His car was unwilling to start on the first turn of the key as per usual. He had always tended to pour his money into his horse rather than himself. Maybe, with this new job, he could start spoiling himself. A new car, new chaps, and new boots were on the list.

The radio was quickly turned on loud to cover any unsettling noises. Life is a Highway by Tom Cochrane blasted through the speakers.

Life is a highway

I wanna ride it all night long

If you're goin' my way

Well, I wanna drive it all night long

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A good portion of Robotnik’s farm was obscured by trees while driving on the dirt road that ran alongside it. Stone pulled off the dirt road onto Robotnik’s driveway. His driveway was longer than any other farms Stone had visited, including his own and his family’s farm. The trees cleared the further he drove down the man’s driveway. It was apparent that the man valued his privacy.

Stone approached slowly, a few cats scattered into nearby barns. Well worn dirt paths appeared in the grass, indicating common use by the barn cats to travel between buildings. Small flaps appeared in the corners of doors that allowed them easy access in and out. Stone had never seen that level of care when it came to barn cats. Usually, doors had gaping holes in the corners, as owners couldn’t care less about fixing them. The flaps weren’t haphazardly installed either, Stone noted. They all had similar designs yet matched the accompanying building, whether it be a garage, shed, or barn.

Stone parked his car in front of a shed, thinking it was a suitable location. It didn’t appear to be in the way of anything. He arrived at 7 am on the dot. Robotnik was nowhere to be seen when Stone pulled up. Stone then caught a faint glimpse of a silhouette through the window of a nearby garage. There he was. Stone straightened himself out before walking over and raising his hand to knock; however, the door abruptly swung open, revealing the older man.

Robotnik wore an irritated expression. “Oh good, yer here.” He stated before Stone could get a word in. He checked his watch that adorned his left wrist and let out a surprised hum.

“On time. A trait my previous lackeys seemed to have been… lacking. Follow, Stone, the day awaits!” His mood seemingly changed to a more lenient one. Robotnik sported a red button up top layered underneath a black leather jacket with light walnut accents. He wore a matching cattleman, black with a light walnut brim and band. Smooth black jeans wrapped snugly around his lower body, very similar to the outfit Stone had found him in on Monday at the stampede.

The younger man followed like a dog awaiting a command. Robotnik came to a sudden halt when he noticed Stone’s car. He slowly turned with a bewildered look.

“That’s what yeh drive? Where is yer truck? You can’t pull trailers with that geatric rust bucket excuse ofva car.” Robotnik said, his previous irritation returning.

“Oh, I traded meh truck in for this old girl since I didn’t need it anymore after the… incident.” Stone said, the last part barely above a whisper. Losing his horse was one of the worst experiences of his life and he’d rather not reflect on it.

“Unacceptable, Stone. Yeh’ll be using one of the quads. And don’t even think about asking to use meh truck.” Robotnik continued walking. “You’ll be taking care of the animals every morning and every evening. That includes chickens, goats, cows, and pigs. Yeh are not tah deal with my horse unless instructed.” He stopped in his tracks and turned around to face Stone, stepping towards him and towering over the shorter man. “If I find out, yeh’ll be tossed out onto the road faster than a prairie fire with a tailwind!”

Stone nodded along. Robotnik was flamboyant in the way he talked. His hands swayed with every word and his eyes pinned on his target, making them feel like an ant about to get stomped on. His lengthy figure only strengthened his intimidating nature. Robotnik turned on his heel and continued on his way.

They arrived at the cow barn. The cows currently roamed the fields, sticking together in crowds. “Y’know what time it is?” Robotnik’s eyes glared through Stone’s own.

“Feeding time?” Stone’s voice had a hint of confidence.

“Of course, meh rural chum. Now, go on, eh.” Robotnik confirmed, leaning against the frame of the barn door.

“Yes, sir.” Stone said quickly. Bags of silage sat against the barn wall. Stone walked over, grabbing a bag and slicing it open with his swiss army knife that he kept on his person at all times. Robotnik watched from afar, his eyes glued on Stone the entire time. Stone was efficient and diligent in his work. The bag was emptied out into the hay rack. A path was centred straight down the middle of the barn, lined with a metal fence to keep the cows on the other side. Stone repeated this process until the entire row on both sides of the barn were filled. The cows started to trickle in to eat.

“Would yah like me tah fill the water trough as well, sir?” Stone asked, returning to Robotnik’s side after throwing away the empty bags.

“That’s yer job, ain’t it imbecile?” Robotnik barked. Stone nodded and quickly ran off. He exited the barn through the back into the cow pen. Stone grabbed a hose that sat nearby and pulled it over to the water trough, placing it inside before turning to go turn it on. Robotnik made his way to the back of the barn to observe Stone. A mischievous grin tugged at his lips. The water filled up slowly.

“Stone, go retrieve a salt block for em azza treat.” Robotnik commanded. With no hesitation, Stone headed back into the barn, recalling seeing them stacked near the front. Stone carried the white block out back the barn and into the field. Robotnik waited for Stone’s return.

The water trough was filled by the time Stone got back. He turned the water off and walked over to the trough to remove the hose. Suddenly, the older man moved silently towards Stone with a wicked grin and swiftly pushed him into the trough. A small yelp left Stone before he hit the water. Stone quickly pulled himself up into a sitting position with a gasp for air before rubbing the water off his face. He heard Robotnik cackle nearby. It left Stone bewildered and confused, but ultimately not surprised. He knew better considering the words that were commonly used to describe the older man. The younger man looked like a sopping wet cat, strands of hair clinged to the sides of his face and his bun no longer held its original volume.

“Left yehself open!” Robotnik snidely proclaimed, still grinning. His voice then fell to a commanding tone again. “Now go feed the pigs, tenderfoot.”

The neatly crafted insults already started to fall flat on Stone. Robotnik stalked out of the barn, a wicked grin tugging on his lips. Stone stood up shivering, his hat floating on top of the water. Determined, the younger man stepped out of the bin, taking a moment to collect himself and pushing his hair back out of his face before heading off to find the pig barn with his stetson in hand. The initial shock started to wear off, but the water had been cold and the morning brisk hit his skin like nails. The two men headed separate ways.

Stone could feel the water in his boots with every step, the pressure squeezing it out of the cushion underneath his foot. They weren’t going to dry anytime soon. This would surely leave him waking up with blisters tomorrow morning. His clothes on the other hand would dry throughout the day, quickening with the shining sun. They still weighed the man down, requiring extra effort for every menial task.

As he made his way to the pig barn that was the next shelter over, a small meow could be heard from behind Stone. He looked down at his feet before turning around to see a tiny black kitten with a short nub tail had been following Stone. “Hey lil kitteh,” Stone said, kneeling down to pet the small fur ball with his free hand. The kitten purred immediately at the contact. He snickered. “Yah have terrible survival skills, buddeh.”

The kitten rubbed against Stone’s calf, its tiny body vibrating with each purr. Stone reluctantly stood up, looking down at the kitten. “I’ll see yah around, lil guy.” He said softly, spinning to continue walking to his destination. The puff ball continued to follow, seemingly getting a burst of energy and sprinting to the exact barn Stone was headed towards. Stone smiled, the distraction of the cat making him almost forget that he was drenched.

Stone reached the barn and stopped to fix his bun so he could put his hat back on. Thankfully, it hadn’t gotten as wet as the rest of his clothing. He would have to remember to pack extra attire as a precaution in case anything similar happened again.

Robotnik, on the other hand, was headed towards the chicken coop, one of his favourite places to be. He was still feeling delighted after sending Stone into the water trough. It left his body feeling light, his feet easily carrying him to his destination. The coop itself was a solid red with white accents, containing lots of space for his babies. The area where the chickens roamed could be accessed through the coop itself or through a gate in the fence. Robotnik headed for the door to the coop.

The feathery critters awaited his arrival like they did every other morning. He slowly opened the door to warn them of his presence, “Meh darlings! Meh eggie weggies!” He cooed as they approached him with speed. Robotnik knelt down, feeling his age wear on him as joints popped and cracked with the movement. It didn’t deter him from his adjective. The chickens huddled around him even though he had nothing to give them. He loved them like children and they knew who their daddy was. Efficient and attentive, Robotnik patted each and every one of them, a range of ages, colours, sizes, and breeds.

He slowly rose back to his feet, grabbing the chicken feeder, and headed out to grab scratch mix and water to refill their fountain, thinking back to another time. Robotnik had to hope Stone wasn’t trying to poison his pigs. It had happened once, not to his pigs, but instead, his horse. One of his previous workers had been awfully jealous of Robotnik and his success. He was caught red-handed and immediately taught a lesson. Robotnik was not a forgiving man, especially when it came to his farm. It had been a while before he had hired another ranch hand.

Returning his thoughts back to his beloveds, Robotnik carried a bucket of water and the full chicken feeder back into the coop, gently placing the feeder on the ground and pouring the liquid into the fountain. Chickens huddled and fought for space, and Robotnik smiled fondly.

Stone finished his task in feeding and giving water to the pigs. He searched for Robotnik, catching him just as he was leaving the coop for the final time that morning with his freshly collected eggs. “Finished, sir!” Stone chirped.

Robotnik let out an unenthusiastic groan, “Did yeh do the goats?”

“Yah have goats?” Stone beamed. Besides horses, goats were one of Stone’s favourite animals. Goats were never a priority on his family’s farm, there was no money involved with them, well, at least to Stone’s family. They had no interest in selling goat’s milk.

“Yes, yeh dim-witted skin tag,” Robotnik sneered, irritation starting to bubble. “Didn’tcha hear meh earlier, dumbass?”

The shorter man started to feel a bit sheepish, quietly letting out, “I guess not.”

The taller man scoffed and strutted off, and Stone decided it was an indication to follow. Not wanting to anger Robotnik anymore, he stayed a step behind the man.

The goats were behind the horse barn, not visible from the pigs or cows. It was quite a walk between each barn, with lots of field space for each given animal. The biggest patch of land was reserved for Robotnik’s horse. Both of the cow and horse fields ran down into the coulee, separated by a dirt road that also headed into the ravine. The goats preoccupied a corner of the horse's area, as the land that extended further along the gorge was for agricultural purposes. Sterling could be seen roaming around with her red fly mask on to keep the pesky bugs away and to protect her eyes from the harsh rays of the sun. She seems lonely, Stone thought. It didn’t seem as if Robotnik had any other horses. Horses are social creatures. Maybe she hung out with the goats from time to time? The barn cats probably bother her frequently, right? A small frown tugged at his lips.

The goats had noticed them and were watching the men walk towards them. Some ran up the fence and some stood on the various playground equipment made for them. Most of it was unfamiliar to Stone, probably hand built specifically for them by the man himself, or maybe previous workers. Stone would have to ask. Robotnik opened the gate into their pen, not holding it open for the other man. Stone caught the gate as it closed. Once he entered, he knelt down to pet the goats as they came running over.

“Son ofva bitch!” Robotnik suddenly yelped, a goat headbutting him in the shin with their horns. “Evil, I tell yeh. None of ’em can be trusted!” Stone tried to stifle a chuckle, Robotnik shot him a sharp glare. The goats gathered happily around Stone, seeming to love the younger man. Robotnik grumbled. “Don’t get used to it. They’ll turn on yeh too, yeh goof.”

“Oh, I’m sure they will,” Stone said, feeling snarky.

Robotnik scoffed, before waving his hand and turning to go. “Have fun milking em.”

Stone looked around the pen, identifying different types of goats. Although he had never owned any of his own, he had extensive knowledge of them, as he enjoyed reading and researching them. People thought he was odd for it. One caught his eye, and he glanced back over his shoulder. “Is that an Austrian goat, sir?” Stone inquired. The rare goat breed was known for its milk production and landscape preservation.

Robotnik stopped in the doorway, turning back to pace as he spoke. “Tauernschecke, yes. The milk s’a perfect blend of sweet and tangy. Also, much healthieh than that of cows. Everyone should beh drinking it!” Robotnik exclaimed, clearly passionate about this topic. Stone nodded along, the information not new to him. His eyes followed the pacing man in front of him as he pet the goats.

Robotnik stopped suddenly, letting a huff escape him. "Get tah work, Stone! Yer being as useful as a backstage pass tah Limp Bizkit right now!" He commanded.

Eyeing Stone with the goats, a hint of jealousy rose inside Robotnik. Preposterous! Robotnik, the greatest horse rider in the world, didn’t get jealous. He was above that. He became indifferent to envy in his childhood when everyone else at the orphanage got chosen over him. It was just irritation that Stone wasn't working, Robotnik concluded. But, why did Stone petting the goats irritate him in the first place?

Stone obediently stood up, dusting himself off. Robotnik strode over to him with long strides, quickly towering over the shorter man. Stone sputtered, sensing a change in the older man’s demeanor. “Sorry sir, I’ll-“ Before Stone knew it, a hand was being stuck in his mouth and he was getting dragged closer to the taller man by the jaw. Stone’s eyes widened, completely taken aback.

Robotnik stooped even further into his space. “I’m sure yer hella populah with the Jebs n’ Murrels n’ Billy Bobs in this glorified gas station rest stop, but, yer here to work, not waste m’time. This ain’t a petting zoo. Get yer ass moving. Don’t come looking for meh until you’ve cleaned out every barn top tah bottom.” Robotnik’s spat, his eyes never leaving Stone’s.

It was hard for Stone to focus with a gloved hand in the place of his tongue. What really threw Stone for a loop was that the action didn’t discomfort him; instead, he found himself almost enjoying it. He never enjoyed being someone's personal punching bag, yet this felt different in a way. Weird.

Robotnik ripped his hand out of Stone’s mouth and wiped his hand on the shorter man’s jacket. He quickly stormed through the gate and off to the horse barn. Stone was quite discombobulated, but quickly picked himself up and began working.

He started with the goats, peaking at Robotnik in the field with his horse whenever he got the chance. Sterling made the tall man look incredibly short. Stone snorted softly at the sight.

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Stone finished cleaning the barns with ease. He was sent to do copious other things, including cutting wood, stacking hay, fence repair, weeding, and other husbandry tasks while grabbing a few snacks in between. The small kitten had followed him around throughout the day. The wetness of his clothes from the earlier shove into the trough had been replaced with sweat. The sun had been shining nice and bright throughout the day, the only shade being produced by the various infrastructure throughout the farm. He wrapped up his day by feeding the animals and saying goodbye to Robotnik before leaving. The goodbye was returned with a scoff.

Robotnik rode his horse around the farm, sparing a glance at Stone whenever he had the chance to ensure he was on task, and he always was. Previous ranch hands didn’t last very long, not that he actually wanted them to. They were often poor workers just looking to make some buck or to gain bragging rights to working with the infamous Ivo Robotnik. The latter he loathed the most. He didn’t hire workers to do his work for him, no, he could do everything on his own. It was his boredom that got the best of him. A massive farm for one person was isolating, especially when the man really only left for competitions. It was nice to have someone to push around when things dragged on with no one but his babies to entertain him. He didn’t actually need anyone. Pushing people around was just fun, it had nothing to do with any sort of unfulfilled need, Robotnik decided.

Maybe tomorrow he would get some actual work done. He had tractors that needed his attention, not some hoser.

The weight of the day crashed down on Stone by the time he got home. His soggy boots were placed on top of the vent to get air flowing through them. His layers of clothing stuck to his skin and blisters started to form on his feet. The man made his way to the bathroom and lethargically pulled them off, hopping in and out of the shower as quickly as possible before pulling on clean, dry pajamas. Ensuring his alarm was set for tomorrow, he let his head hit the pillow and his eyes closed, drifting off into a restful sleep almost instantly.

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It hadn't taken long for Stone to fall for Robotnik. His oddities had captivated the poor man. Stone didn't know when he fell. Was it the first day? Maybe it was before that, as he'd always admired the man just from the sidelines alone.

There were many things that Stone admired about Robotnik. His dedication and hardworking nature. Love and care for his farm. The passion and extensive knowledge of music that left Stone learning something new everyday. A limitless mind of knowledge. Endless amount of schemes to subject him to. Ingenious punishments. A minefield of wonders.

However, Stone could recall the exact moment he realized he was in love.

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The two had quickly fallen into a comfortable routine. Stone arrived bright and early in the morning and worked long into the evening, only recently beginning to bring Timmies every morning. He brought a double double for himself and a dark roast for Robotnik, along with timbits, as Stone noticed frequently that the older man didn’t eat much throughout the day. More often than not it seemed to be because he simply forgot. As Stone had also discovered, Robotnik being a picky eater definitely didn’t help his case.

Stone could often find Robotnik tinkering away in his main garage with the music blasting, building something for the farm, or spending time with his horse. From time to time, Stone spotted Robotnik laying in the grass with Sterling. He either rested against Sterling, or she laid her head onto him as they relaxed in the grassy field. A fond smile appearing on Stone’s face every time.

The days had started to get colder and shorter, and winter preparation was soon in order. They had to guarantee that all the barn heaters worked, there was enough food supply to last, and that insulation was adequate. Heated waterers worked to prevent freezing while extra bedding was prepped for the livestock. They worked to complete the last of the harvests, as well as other tasks that were at hand to ensure a smooth winter season.

Stone had finished his morning tasks, and Robotnik was nowhere to be seen as per usual. At this time of day, he was most likely in the chicken coop. As the days got colder, he could be found there more often, ensuring the chickens were adapting well to the changing weather. Stone headed to the chicken coop to grab Robotnik as they needed to replace the bucket of one of the tractors with the blade for snow clearing for the upcoming months. A task more easily done by two people rather than one.

Robotnik couldn’t be seen in the chicken pen, so Stone concluded he must be in the coop itself. The coop was awfully silent. Stone gave in to his curiosity, unlatching the door and gently pushing it open to reveal the older man sitting criss-cross applesauce on the crunchy hay. Chickens peacefully lounged on top of and all around Robotnik. Only a few remained awake, but still kept close to him. His jacket was long disposed of, revealing denim overalls. Three small chicks sat huddled in the front pocket. His hands were occupied with petting the chicken sitting in between his legs on his ankles. Robotnik was mumbling something about “a bad time to be born” as one of his hands came up to rest on his front pocket, nuzzling one of the baby chicks.

Robotnik, hearing the click of the door, snapped his attention away from the chickens and towards Stone with a sneer, “What do yeh want?” His tone lacked most of its usual venom.

Stone lingered in the doorway, taken aback at the tender display. He awkwardly spoke. “Sorry, sir. Am I interrupting something?”

Over the months, Stone had learned to read Robotnik. He could tell whether it was going to be a good day or not. However, Robotnik’s body language was subtle and easily went unseen to untrained eyes. The first few days had been rough. Later, Stone had deduced the man was just testing his capabilities, which he was. The days got easier and Stone started to enjoy discovering the oddities of the older man. Sure, being manhandled was a regular occurrence and weirdly enough, Stone didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he grew to like it.

Today, he couldn’t help but notice how peaceful the man on the ground looked, his body relaxed. It was uncharacteristic, to say the least.

“Yes, yeh are, can’t yeh see?” Robotnik found that he didn’t actually mind too much, but he had a persona to keep up. Stone was starting to grow on him like a darn weed.

“Sorry, again. I’ll get started on the tractor,” Stone started to head back out before Robotnik interrupted him.

“I didn’t say yeh had tah leave now, did I Stone?”

Something in Robotnik’s expression tugged at Stone’s chest. The younger man took this as an invitation, gently closing the door and remaining inside the coop.

“No, yah didn’t sir.” Stone said, a bit unsure of what to do, being so used to Robotnik sending him off.

“Come ovah here yeh keener,” Robotnik grumbled. Stone beamed at the nickname and made his way over, careful not to step on any of the chickens, as that would surely get him fired. “Sit yeh ass down, will yeh?” Robotnik remarked, less of a question and more of a demand.

The younger man gingerly sat down in front of the other man. Without any hesitation, Robotnik placed one of the chickens on Stone’s lap. His eyes followed the older man’s hands. Heat crept up on Stone’s cheeks. A more recent occurrence.

“Look what came outta meh egg-sac!” Robotnik exclaimed. Stone looked down at the speckled hen that lay in his lap, already seeming relaxed and at home there. Stone let out a soft chuckle, his attention passively moving back to the older man rather than the chicken, though he began to pet the feathery creature tenderly.

“They’re adorable,” Stone struggled to keep the wide grin off his face. He didn’t often handle the chickens. That was Robotnik’s department. It was an honour to be trusted around his babies like this. Stone knew how precious they were to him, and he couldn’t help but stare at the man, a fond feeling spreading warmly throughout his chest.

That’s when it hit Stone, clear as day. He was in love with his boss. Shit. A sinking feeling hit his gut, weighing him down like a force upon his shoulders. It felt like a moment of suspension, the disappearance of gravity before it all came crashing down.

Strong feelings he had kept inside coming to light after being hidden behind closed doors suddenly flooded their way into his consciousness. The hard to suppress smiles, the enjoyment of his presence, the spark that came from brushing hands, the heat rising in his cheeks from a simple compliment. It was all coming together. All accumulating to a familiar, yet distant feeling. One he’d rather not acknowledge.

Well, now all Stone had to do was pretend he didn’t just come to this overwhelming revelation. Simple, right? Definitely easier said than done.

He could feel the warmth blossoming in his chest and up his neck to his face. God, was the man in front of him a sight to behold. He had always thought Robotnik had aged like fine wine. Stone could only imagine what his younger years looked like. Stone blinked, stopping his thoughts. This was not the time to be thinking about that.

“Stone, yeh look like a tomater,” Robotnik commented, his sharp voice bringing Stone back to the present.

Stone attempted to cover up his flustered expression with an innocent smile. “Just a bit hot, sir. Too many layers with the heater runnin, y’know?”

Robotnik nodded, clearly not seeing through the nervous grin on Stone’s face. “Understandable. Lost my jacket a while ago somewhere round here.”

Stone let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. Thank whoever for Robotnik’s obliviousness.

A sense of panic rose inside him. He couldn’t be in love with this man. What would happen if he found out? Surely he’d be kicked to the curb. He was going to have to suffer knowing his feelings would never be reciprocated. The man in front of him didn’t do love and romance, a fact that was painfully obvious to anyone who had ears. Stone started to feel sick.

“Are yeh feeling alright?” A hint of concern laced Robotnik’s voice, something Stone had ever heard from the other man. Guilt joined the panic spreading through him. Stone wasn’t the only one who had learned to read emotions. Robotnik had scrutinized the other man thoroughly. He was an observer. What more could he say?

“I’m feeling fine!” His voice came out a bit harsher than intended. “Just glad yur trusting me tah handle the chickens. That’s all.”

Robotnik didn’t quite believe him, but decided to not push further. “Don’t let it get tah yer head, yeh barnacle.”

Stone nodded, the panic in his chest subsiding for a moment. “Of course, sir. And I can see why yah spend a lot of time here with ‘em. Itz quite calming when they aren’t trying tah eat meh hand.”

A smirk tugged at Robotnik’s lips. “They know who their real daddy is.”

Stone caught himself staring again but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the man, relishing the sight in front of him. Afraid of what he might lose if Robotnik ever found out about his feelings.

He decided from that moment he was never going to mention them.

--

Stone’s feelings only grew stronger from there. Constantly reinforced by the eccentricities of the man. The more Stone knew, the harder Stone fell.

One particular habit that Robotnik possessed garnered Stone an even deeper devotion to him.

--

Stone had arrived early one morning as a blizzard was on its way and there was lots to prepare. During storms, they put the goats in the empty stalls in the horse barn to keep them from heading outside in the cold. They were setting up the salt licks that hung on the walls in each stall before moving Sterling and the goats inside.

Before they could be hung, rope needed to be tied through them. Even though one of the men could easily have prepared all of them, allowing the other to do something else productful, they did it together in a comfortable silence. The pink salt cubes rested on stacked hay bales alongside unused rope.

Stone hadn’t noticed it at first, as his attention was completely focused on the task, that Robotnik was occasionally licking the salt blocks. He had caught it out of the corner of his eye the first time but he had shaken it off, thinking he was seeing things. Who in their right mind would lick the chunks of pure salt? His attention was now divided between Robotnik and his job.

He hadn’t caught the other doing it again while in the horse barn, so Stone thought he must have imagined the entire thing. Each stall now had a salt lick installed, ensuring the goats and Sterling were getting the proper nutrients. They took the remaining, unprepared bricks of salt over to the cow barn to repeat the process.

It happened again. Robotnik had licked the salt block and Stone had caught him in the process, having to do a double take just to make sure. Disbelief yet fascination stretched across his face. Robotnik seemed unfazed. In fact, he even offered the other man a lick. Stone would have been repulsed if it were anyone else, but this man had captivated him, his peculiarities only carving a bigger spot in Stone’s heart. An oddity placed in a world that only sees him as such, yet Stone saw more. He saw the brilliance and care that drove this man, his farm a reflection of himself, pristine and contemporary yet unique and one of a kind.

“Yah like the taste?” Stone questioned.

“Salt is essential for bodily functions. Critical for regulating wateh n’ transmitting nerve signals. Sodium helps facilitate the absorption of crucial nutrients. I get alla that without having tah ingest otha chemicals,” Robotnik argued.

Stone had to agree he had a point, “that’s brilliant, sir.”

“Of course it is, yeh imbecile, so thanks for nothen! The last thing I wanna do is waste precious time looking afteh this hunk of meat.” Robotnik gestured to his body. “I got shit that needs tah be done, Stone!” He continued to prepare the salt licks as he added, “If meh horse can have it then so can I.”

Stone didn’t know what to say, so he simply nodded, smiling. A moment of silence passed before Robotnik continued. “Frankly, it tastes bitteh n’ sour n’ sweet all at the same time, not incredibly enjoyable.” Something about the sodium chloride block drew him in, but even he wasn’t exactly sure the entire reason.

“I figured.” Stone said around a softly amused grin. The block was quite literally just salt.

“Once yeh start yeh can’t stop. It draws yeh in. Yeh gotta try it.”

“I’m good for now, sir, but thanks.”

Robotnik shrugged. “Yer missing out.”

Stone let out a soft chuckle before continuing to tie the rope through the blocks. In his peripheral, he could see Robotnik side-eyeing him. A small smile remained on his lips, his cheeks tinted with a faint blush. They worked in a comfortable silence before separating to place the salt licks in various spots around the barn that the cows could reach.

The older man continued to lick the salt blocks until they were done. Stone came to easily accept that that was just something he did.

A growing understanding flowered between the two men as weeks turned into months. Learning small habits of the other, drawing them closer. Contentment in the presence of the other. A bond uncovering itself.

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The changes in the atmosphere of the ranch had been so subtle at first that Robotnik hadn’t even noticed. There was a gradual, almost unnoticeable difference growing on the farm. Perhaps further than he could sense.

Sterling was just like her owner; an anomaly. Shire horses were known for being gentle and docile, yet she was stubborn and unwilling. Her trust extended to one specific person, and her headstrong personality reared her head often; a perfect reflection of the one who raised her.

Stone noticed this fact right off the bat, or, at least the first time he worked with her. In the ring, she did everything flawlessly, her and Robotnik always in sync. Stone thought she must’ve been easy going if they were always on beat with each other. However, out of the competitions, she was just like her father: Cantankerous.

As per Robotnik’s lecture, he only worked with her when given the go ahead. In the early weeks, it wasn’t often he got to care for her, but as time went on, he did so more frequently.

At first, it started with just providing her with food and filling her trough. Then it moved to grooming. Sterling had been quite upset when Stone had been the one to secure her for necessary cleaning, not used to being handled by anyone other than her owner, an oversight on Robotnik’s part. She needed more socializing. Stone started by brushing the dust out of her coat with a curry comb, an easier place to start considering her attitude.

It wasn’t as easy as Stone had assumed, which meant the rest of the process was just going to get worse. And it did.

Stone was hesitant to brush her rear end, but as much as she showed signs of discomfort, she had no intention of bucking, Stone noted. He was still reluctant to brush her tail out but it needed to be done. He knew better than to stand behind a horse.

After the multiple, full body brushes, Stone set her up for hoof cleaning. Sterling, very clearly, did not want that done by Stone, yet she had no choice as Robotnik was busy elsewhere.

He started on her front right hoof, gently clearing out any debris that had gathered, working from the heel to the toe. Stone knew reassuring a horse was pointless but he did it anyway. He applied a sufficient amount of pressure to get deeper into the hoof. Once done, he added a hoof care spray that provided protection between the hooves and the elements beneath them. He repeated this for the other hooves. The process required great force to keep her there as she consistently tried squirming out of his grasp.

He did this periodically with great restraint from her every time.

Over the months, Robotnik had started getting Stone to do it daily, instead of himself. He would watch from time to time, ensuring Stone was doing an adequate job at caring for his horse. He was left satisfied every time. Damn that man for being exceptional at his job.

Stone had noticed a change in her attitude as he started to care for her more regularly, still reassuring her as always. Grooming had become much easier, and she started to accept it with very little trouble. There were still the days where she was incredibly difficult to work with, but even those started to dwindle as the days passed.

Outside of their cleaning routine, she was still stubborn and headstrong, but perhaps becoming a bit more willing to let Stone in.

--

Both the men had noticed this one afternoon while Robotnik was training Sterling. Stone used his lunch break to watch them work from the sidelines, something he, more often than not, could be caught doing.

Today, they were working on jumping. This was both Robotnik and Sterling’s least favourite, but it had to be practiced if he wanted to maintain being the top competitor. Robotnik was a jack of all trades and he was going to keep it that way. So was his horse, and although she hated it, she was a great jumper.

Sterling would often do a few jumps at the start then make it seem as if she was going to commit to the jump then stop right before the hurdle, almost throwing Robotnik off. She succeeded a couple times, but the man refused to get thrown around by his own horse. However, even Robotnik’s stubborn nature would die out after enough bruises. What a sight to behold, the rider outwitted by his own horse.

Sterling had committed to jumping the hurdles for far longer than she ever had before attempting one of her stunts at the tallest one. Robotnik, luckily sensing it, braced himself and stayed on, but not without a few swears escaping him.

Stone cheered him on from the side. An idea popped into his head and he approached the pair. “Sir, can I try something? I might be able tah help”

Robotnik rolled his eyes before replying, “What is it, imbecile?”

“I was just thinking that I could stand on one side of the hurdle and try tah entice her tah jump. Maybe she just needs some more encouragement.”

Robotnik scoffed but considered the idea. “Fine, but if I get thrown off, itz yer fault.”

Stone nodded before heading off to stand behind the tallest hurdle at a suitable distance. Robotnik readjusted himself and prepared them for their jump. Stone encouraged Sterling as they headed for the jump… and she cleared it with no problem.

They continued like this until she threw Robotnik off and into the boards of the facility they were currently training in. She quickly trotted to the otherside of the building, leaving her rider behind.

Stone had quickly ran over, reaching for Robotnik’s hand to help pull him up. “Sir, are yah okay?” he said, concerned.

Robotnik let out a painful grunt while accepting Stone’s hand, pulling himself up. Stone refused to acknowledge the spark he felt at Robotnik’s gloved touch. “That defaultant equidae!” Robotnik exclaimed. “She’s going tah send meh tah meh early grave, I swear.”

“She jumped for far longer than usual today, sir,” Stone remarked. Robotnik let go of his hand, and Stone missed the warmth already.

“Thank yeh, captain obvious!” Robotnik spat out while starting to brush himself off.

Stone checked him up and down for any injuries. There were no signs of anything major, probably just a bit of bruising. “Does anything hurt?”

“Just meh ego.” He replied flatly.

Stone was always eager to compliment the man in front of him. “Yah were as magnificent as always out there, sir!”

Robotnik lightened a bit at that but his irritation was still evident. “Thank yeh sycophant, yer admiration is inevitable.” He let out an annoyed huff before continuing, “That horse is so stubborn, Itza miracle I’ve gotten this far with her. Obviously, only I, the great Robotnik, could do it!” He flared his hands dramatically as he talked.

“Sounds like someone I know.” Stone whispered.

Robotnik snapped his head towards him, his earlier irritation rising again. “Do yeh dare repeat that, Stone?”

“No,” Stone uttered fondly.

“That’s what I thought.”

He started to head towards his horse before stopping, “We’re done here for the day, Stone. Pack ‘er up!”

“Of course, sir.” A smile spread across Stone’s face. He started to clear the hurdles to the side while Robotnik led his horse out of the facility into the cold and back to the barn. Sterling happily obliged as she, once again, got her way.

Stone glanced back at them. Sterling was smart and Robotnik knew he couldn’t push her. If she didn’t want to do something, she wasn’t going to do it. Very familiar to someone else Stone knew.

Despite the winter chill, Robotnik refused to wear a proper jacket, which baffled Stone. Stone knew he had one, he’d seen it with his own eyes. Stone tried pestering him into wearing one, but to his annoyance, Robotnik didn’t budge, always mentioning something about it being an annoyance due to the fact he would constantly be taking it on and off. Stone couldn’t help but worry he might attract hypothermia.

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Stone heard on the radio on the way to work that a snowstorm was approaching, supposedly hitting sometime this evening. He expected it as the days had been exceptionally chilly, down to -35°C, from entering a polar vortex. Stone’s car had to be plugged in overnight during the cold season. He reviewed his schedule for the day in his head making, sure he would get on the road before the storm. Yes, he would.

He didn’t. The snowstorm hit earlier than expected and the cold killed his poor, old car battery. No matter, Stone would just be able to get his car boosted with Robotnik’s truck, and he would be on his way.

Stone had left Robotnik in his main garage as he had been tinkering away on the tractor prepped for snow clearing. One of the bolts that attached the blade to the body of the tractor had come out and disappeared into the snow last time they had cleared the snow.

Stone knocked on the door before he heard a muffled “Come in” from the other man. He quickly pushed the door open and shut it behind him to let in as little snow as possible.

“Sorry tah bother yah, sir, but the cold killed my car battery. I was wondering if yah could use yur truck to boost it?”

Robotnik stopped tinkering and turned to face him. “So needy. Whatever will I do with you?” A clear yes to Stone’s question.

“Thank yah, sir!” Stone was grateful he hadn’t booted him out into the cold to deal with it by himself. He was quite worn out for the day and wanted to get home.

Robotnik waved him out the door and Stone quickly obliged. Stone headed to his car, popping the hood and grabbing the cables from his backseat. Robotnik headed to his red truck with his custom painted logo sitting nearby, blasting the heat as soon as it started. He rolled it up beside Stone’s car, turning it off, and popping open his own hood slightly so Stone could do the rest. Stone diligently connected the cables to their corresponding spots, his fingers growing numb with the snow slamming against them. Red on red and black on black.

When given the go ahead, Robotnik turned his truck back on, revving the engine slightly to get the electrons flowing. Stone quickly hopped into his driver seat and turned the key. His car turned over but refused to start. Stone waited a bit before trying again, yet again did it only turn over. Multiple attempts only garnered the same results. Great.

Stone rested his head back against the headrest, his hands sliding down his face as he let out a small sigh in defeat before getting out of his car.

Robotnik opened his window as Stone approached. “Nothen,” Stone sighed.

“Of course.” Robotnik paused, then considered. “Get in,” He said quietly, the remark coming out with a lot less bite than he wanted it to.

What? Why was he doing this? He should be leaving Stone out here to fend for himself, not taking him for a joyride. However, Ivo Robotnik wasn’t one to back out, so now he had to deal with his poor choices.

“What?” Stone let out before his brain could process what he said. Robotnik had never let him in.

“Get in my truck before I leave yeh out here.” Stone nodded, hastily running around the front of his truck and throwing himself into the passenger seat. Robotnik rolled up his window while he did so.

“Eager are we?” Robotnik pointed out, eyeing the slightly shivering man.

“Sorry, sir. Itz cold.”

“Oh, really?” His reply dripped with sarcasm. Robotnik started to back out of his spot, avoiding hitting Stone’s car. He made the track to his house. Stone had been around it, but never in it. In fact, Robotnik didn’t let anyone in there. Why he was taking Stone in was unknown to him.

As they drove, Robotnik cursed himself for his stupid mouth. He never let anyone into his house, least of all a spittering lackey. He was almost completely sure that he would not have let this happen last winter.

Though, with further consideration, he could admit that Stone was at least tolerable compared to other plebeians.

The short drive was silent with only the hum of the radio playing. Robotnik parked in front of his house, immediately shooting into it with Stone staggering behind him.

“Are yah sure, sir?” Stone questioned, afraid of invading Robotnik’s privacy.

The older man beckoned over on shoulder. “I can’t have my most competent lackey freezin’ tah death, now can I?” He quipped.

Stone’s face instantly flamed at the sentiment. “Thank you, sir.”

He made his way up to the front door. Walking in after Robotnik, both men took off their boots as soon as they entered. The indoor warmth hit their skin pleasantly, replacing the cold that still lingered even after the door shut. Stone removed his gloves, stuffing them in his jacket pockets, and taking his hat off following was his jacket. Robotnik kept his own gloves on but disposed of his jacket, hanging it on a nearby coat rack. Stone’s own joined his on the rack.

Standing side by side, Robotnik swiftly wacked Stone. “Left yerself open!” Robotnik jeered, actively knocking the air out of his lungs before speeding deep into the house. Stone swiftly composed himself and followed Robotnik.

Stone treasured the sight of Robotnik’s house, knowing he’d probably never be allowed back in. This would only ever be a one time exception.

Robotnik’s house, as well as his farm, was a perfect reflection of the man. Everything Robotnik owned and cared for was grand, nothing ever maintained carelessly. The house was a lot less cluttered than his garages and sheds, but Stone figured it was because the man only used it as his sleeping quarters. Decoration was limited to essentially just the main necessities, though it was a considerable size for a farmhouse.

As Stone followed Robotnik through the house into the living room, he glanced into every room they passed. Many of them seemed to have been collecting dust for a while. It may be grand, but definitely not cherished like the rest of his farm. A place devoid of love.

Robotnik immediately plopped onto the couch and pointed to the fireplace, “Stone, fire.”

Firewood sat on the stone mantel along with a box of scrap paper, prepped for the occasional use. Stone promptly shuffled over and began placing the firewood onto the bed of coals, stuffing paper underneath. Matches sat in a large redbird matchbox on a rugged stone up the side of the mantel. Removing one of the matches from the box, Stone striked it against the jagged edge creating friction and inciting a flame. He quickly brought it to the paper and spread the fire before blowing out the match. He sat and watched, ensuring the fire remained burning. When satisfied, he awkwardly joined Robotnik on the other side of the couch, sitting straight as a pin.

Warmth spread throughout the hearthside, wrapping itself around the two men and creating a comfortable atmosphere. A familiar silence stretched across the room before Robotnik spoke up, looking out the window towards the raging squall. “Haven’t seen a storm like this in ages.”

“Yeah, radio said it was gonna get pretty bad with the polar vortex.”

Robotnik’s body tensed slightly at the statement. “How lovely.” He slouched further into the couch, arm resting along the edge, the awkwardness of the situation starting to surface.

Robotnik didn’t entertain guests, he’s never had any. His house was off limits. Once space he’d never show to anyone else. A place that could be kept to himself and him alone, yet here he had invited Stone in.

Clearing his throat, Robotnik tried to break the silence again. “Did yeh want something to eat?”

“No thanks, I’m okay, sir.” Stone said, not wanting to encroach into the older man’s space any further than he was.

Robotnik shrugged. “I ain’t got much anyways.” It was true. His kitchen was quite empty. When he bought groceries, it went to a fridge in his main garage. He spent most of his time there, it didn’t make much sense for him to put it anywhere else.

Silence rang through the air once again.

Stone tried speaking up, “So, did yah see the game last night?”

“What game?” Robotnik was thoroughly confused, which didn’t happen often.

“The hockey game. Red Wings vs Oilers.”

“Do I look like I watch people play tic-tac-toe on ice?” Robotnik had never been interested in any other sports besides equestrianism.

Stone chuckled slightly. “There’s more to it than that, sir.”

Robotnik was unconvinced. “Sure, there is.”

The conversation concluded. The silence in the air became quite palpable. The two men only ever talked about work and competitions. A conversation here and there may have strayed off path when it was something Robotnik was passionate or angry about, unrelated to ranching, but never personal life.

Robotnik panned around the room, spotting his record player. “Come, Stone.” Robotnik tried to break the silence yet again. “Since yer not very musically inclined, I’ll give yeh a lesson. How does that sound, hm?” He kneeled down to search through the records as they sat on shelves underneath.

Stone strolled over next to Robotnik as he scavenged through his vinyls. “Aha! Found it. Good ol’ Red Rider.”

Robotnik gently took the record out of the cover and placed it onto the platter. Lifting the tone arm and moving it closer to the disc, he got it to spin before he placed the needle onto the smooth outside edge, creating a familiar static. The two men watched as the disc spun before the needle ran over the grooves, the beginning melody of Big League replacing the static noise.

“You know this song?” Robotnik swung his head to look at Stone who returned his attention.

“Sounds familiar.”

“Lead singer is Tom Cochrane, y’know the singer of Life is a Highway?” Stone only nodded before letting Robotnik continue. “Canadian band formed in 1975 in Toronno. This song specifically is a memorial. Its boutta young hockey player that died in a car accident. Certainly don’t sound like a sad song does it?”

“No it doesn’t.”

“Cochrane wrote it after the boy's father had approached him before a concert n’ told him how much his boy loved Red Rider but couldn’t attend.”

“That’s real sweet.”

“Became a big hit in Canada. Reached fourth the year it was released. The band broke up two years later in 1990.” Robotnik said, the facts falling seamlessly out of his mouth. Stone listened intently for the entirety of his rant.

Robotnik continued to spill fun facts until he got bored and switched the record to Honeymoon Suite. The first song to play was New Girl Now from the album Honeymoon Suite.

“Another Canadian band from Ontario, but instead of Toronno, they’re from Niagara Falls. Formed in 1981 by Johnnie Dee, but by 1983, Dee was the only remaining member. This band is, in fact, still active today.”

“Fascinating.” Stone was thoroughly enjoying learning about the bands. At least that’s what he told himself. It had nothing to do with the fact that he enjoyed listening to Robotnik talk.

New Girl Now shifted into Burning in Love, then to Wave Babies before hitting Stay in the Light where Robotnik remained silent and let the music flow through the air uninterrupted.

I stand alone

But I still need a home

I’m just playing along in this waiting game

Robotnik didn’t allow the record to hit the last song on that side before switching to another album. Bryan Adams' Reckless album was placed onto the record player. Instead of letting Side A play he immediately flipped it over and allowed Side B to play first. “Hopefully this song rings a few bells n’ I don’t hafta fire yer poor ass.”

Summer of ‘69 started to play. Stone immediately recognized the song. It was a common song played on the radio. “I know this one.” Stone exclaimed. He started to sing along.

“I got my first real six string

Bought it at the five and dime

Played it to my fingers bled

Was the summer of ‘69”

Robotnik was slightly stunned. Stone’s voice was soft and warm, the notes coming naturally. Damn, that man could sing. He knew he was staring yet as much as he tried, he couldn’t tear his eyes away.

Stone glanced over and caught him in the act, and a slight heat crept up on Robotnik’s face.

Stone abruptly cut himself off, embarrassed, his face tinting pink, and cleared his throat. “Sorry, sir.”

Robotnik stood still for a second, having trouble getting his mouth to say words. “That was… pretty good, Stone.” He awkwardly admitted.

“Oh uh thank you, sir.” The pink in Stone’s face only got stronger. He looked away to hide his blush. “I can play this song on my guitar.”

“You what? Yeh don’t know nothen’ about music but you can play guitar?”

“Yes, sir. Mostly original songs.”

Robotnik scoffed but didn’t respond, and let Summer of ‘69 slip into Kids Wanna Rock. “Bryan Adams hit his first top ten in the States by the time he was 18. This album, Reckless, was his first album to be certified diamond in Canada.” Robotnik went on to explain the numerous awards Bryan Adams had won. During his rambling he had flipped the record back over to Side A. The songs drifted in the background.

Oh, once in your life you find someone

Who will turn your world around

Bring you up when you’re feelin’ down

Yeah nothin’ can change what you mean to me

Carefully removing the vinyl and returning it to the case, Robotnik leaned back down to his collection. He dug a little longer than usual, looking for a specific album. After a moment more of rummaging, Robotnik sprung up triumphantly, holding a record Stone hadn’t seen before.

“The Canadian band, Stone! The Tragically Hip!” Robotnik flashed Stone with their album Up to Here.

“Who?” Stone felt slightly ashamed of his knowledge of music.

Unimpressed with Stone’s answer, “Yer meager knowledge of music astonishes me.” He stood back up, repeating the process he had done several times now. The notes of the song drifted through the house. Blow at High Dough made its way to their ears.

“Yet another band formed in Ontario. The Hip formed in 1984 in Kingston. They touch upon Canadian roots, y’know. Like no other band. Wanna know something fun, Stone?”

“Always, sir.”

“So far they’ve won thirteen Juno awards.”

“Is that a lot?” Stone had never heard of the Juno Awards.

“Yes, dim-wit! Yeh watch hockey but you ain’t know nothin’ about the Junos? Why do I even keep you around?”

“Sorry, sir, I—” Stone sheepishly smiled.

Robotnik put his finger up, silencing Stone again. “I don’t want yer useless apologies. Just listen to the damn music, Stone.”

They continued to listen to the Hip until it ran out. Robotnik swiftly changed the record, having fallen into routine by now. Kneeling down, his joints popped in all the wrong places. He really should be getting Stone to do this. Nevermind that, no one was allowed to touch his records.

Robotnik paused. “Stone?”

“Yes, sir?” Stone looked down towards Robotnik.

“Please tell me yeh at least know Bon Jovi.” Suspicion clear in his voice. Stone just stared at him with a guilty expression, and Robotnik got his answer. “Are you serious, Stone?”

“I’m afraid I am.”

Robotnik walked back, his hands over his eyes. “Give me a big fat break!”

“Sorry, sir.”

Robotnik swiftly spun back, stalking a bit into Stone’s personal space. “If there’s anyone you should know about it should be Bon Jovi!” He barked into Stone’s face, no real bite behind it. He stood back up to get the record spinning. “Yer gonna put me in an early grave, Stone.”

Let it Rock started to play and the heavy guitar riffs replaced the lingering silence. “Slippery When Wet. One of the best albums in existence!” Robotnik exclaimed, a look of pure adoration on his face as he stared at the turning record.

Stone listened attentively to both the music and Robotnik. The other man very clearly enjoyed this band over any other.

“Bon Jovi’s original name idea was Johnny Electric. They only went with Bon Jovi tah follow otheh two-word bands like Van Halen. They ended up hitting the charts with that name so they kept it. This band is American, formed in 1983, but this album was named Slippery When Wet afteh visiting a strip club in Vancouver. Quite something, eh?”

“That’s very interesting, sir.”

“They also had to change the album cover from a very exposed lady to a garbage bag cuz their label was afraid they’d be banned in American stores.”

“Oh wow.” Stone had been so distracted by Robotnik he almost hadn’t heard the song change to You Give Love a Bad Name.

Shot through the heart and you’re to blame

Darling, you give love a bad name

Robotnik had started humming to the song, ignoring Stone’s presence. Stone stared at him with a fond expression, admiring the man in front of him. I’m going to learn this on my guitar, Stone decided. He wasn’t going to let his musical talent go to waste. Maybe he could serenade Robotnik, maybe impress him a little.

The guitar riffs and drums banging sounded throughout the house as Robotnik turned up the speakers. The music blared into their ears.

Livin’ on a Prayer was up next on the record. Time seemed to have blurred between songs, and neither of them could pinpoint when they had both started singing.

We’ve gotta hold on to what we’ve got

It doesn’t make a difference if we make it or not

We’ve got each other and that’s a lot for love

We’ll give it a shot

Oh, we’re halfway there

Whoa, livin’ on a prayer

Take my hand

We’ll make it I swear

Whoa, livin’ on a prayer

And when Livin’ on a Prayer slid into Wanted Dead or Alive, they kept going. Careless and free, a world of their own. Just the two of them with the comforting presence of each other. Stone, surprisingly, knew a handful of Bon Jovi songs.

Slippery When Wet turned into New Jersey. The two men high on adrenaline, continued their performance.

Whoa, your love is like bad medicine

Bad medicine is what I need

Whoa, shake it up, just like bad medicine

You got the potion that can cure my disease

Their age finally starting to wear on them. A much needed break was upon the pair. The two relaxed into the couch, sitting closer than they had been at the start of the evening. The fire had lost its flame long ago. The record had reached the end of its tracks.

“Not bad, Stone. Not bad at all.” Robotnik mused, the regret of letting Stone into his house finally starting to fade. Perhaps he was even enjoying himself.

“Not bad yourself, sir. Striking as always.” Stone said earnestly.

“Thank you, sycophant.”

“You’re welcome, sir.”

The past awkward silence had transformed into a comfortable one. One laced with a growing connection.

After recollecting himself, Stone got up to rebuild the fire as the chill had started to creep back in. An idea that had been brewing in Stone’s mind had surfaced in the lack of activity.

Nervous to bring the subject up, Stone forced himself. “Sir… I was thinking.”

Robotnik cut him off. “You shouldn’t.” However, a smile played across his lips, a sign that he was still interested in what Stone had to say.

Stone continued anyway. “We should get a guard dog.” He had been thinking about the proposal for months but never had the confidence to put it out in the open. He wanted to protect Robotnik’s babies, especially his chickens who were more prone to the dangers of wildlife.

“A what now?” Robotnik had questioned if he heard Stone right.

“A guard dog for protection. It would be helpful for overnight and when yur gone for long periods of time during competitions, y’know?”

“You think I’m not capable of protecting my farm, Stone?” His irritation rising.

“Of course not, sir. But… there’s no harm in extra protection.” He was testing Robotnik’s patience at this point, but Stone was adamant about it.

“Hm. Yeh make a good point.” Robotnik thought about it for a moment. “What kind of dog were yeh thinkin’?”

“I was thinking of a Bernese Mountain dog.” Stone answered quickly.

“Why’s that?” His interest had been piqued.

“They are known for being good livestock herders, guardians, and companions. They’re also intelligent and easy tah train. I would take on all the training and caring for the dog.” Stone had done a plethora of research into the topic, ensuring his best bet to convince Robotnik, which seemed to be working.

“I don’t know, Stone.” He had to admit, he could see the appeal. The coyotes and foxes had always worried Robotnik. He tried his best to protect his farm, but he was a single man after all.

“Think about it, sir. I don’t need an immediate answer. It is your farm after all.” Stone reassured him as to not seem presumptuous.

“Yes, it is my farm and I will call the shots.” Robotnik affirmed.

“Of course, sir.”

“I’ll give it to yah, Stone. I’m convinced. Although, I’ll say it now. I want nothing to do with the dog. They are yer responsibility and yers alone. Don’t come crying tah me.”

“Really, sir?” Stone beamed.

“Don’t make me change my mind.”

“I won’t.”

“Good.” Robotnik was rather baffled that he had just agreed to getting a dog.

The two men stared out the window. The night had taken over and the snow still hurdled itself against the glass.

Robotnik cleared his throat. “I suppose you're staying the night. I can’t let yeh freeze to death out there.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Stone nodded in agreement. He knew he meant that seriously.

“Follow, Stone” Robotnik stood up, heading out of the room and through the hall, and to a spare bedroom that, embarrassingly, had been collecting dust for a while. Lots of room in his house, yet no one to share it with.

Robotnik shook out the blanket that covered the bed and Stone watched from the door. “You don’t have to do that, sir. It’s fine, really.”

Tsk and an eye roll was all Stone got in response. Stone let a chuckle escape him, as his eyes took in the sight. Robotnik preparing a room for him, how strange, yet… comforting.

Robotnik finished up and walked towards the door. “Have at ‘er.”

“Thank you.” Stone genuinely couldn’t believe this was happening. His love bug heart was going crazy. Before Robotnik left for good, Stone had to say one last thing. “Goodnight, sir!”

Robotnik paused at the door, his head turning slightly so Stone was in view. A small smirk tugged at his lips. “Goodnight, Stone. I hope the bed bugs bite.” He snickered, before scurrying off to his own room.

Stone chuckled, once again. That man always seemed to leave him in a good mood. Stone turned off the lights and shuffled into the covers. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax into the mattress. Today’s events replayed in his head, lulling Stone into a restful sleep.

And perhaps, Stone wished the snowstorm would carry on for the next couple days, providing an excuse for the two to hangout during non-work hours.

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The dark, gloomy winter morning showed itself through open windows as Stone’s eyes fluttered open to a pitch black room. His internal clock woke him up as per usual, and his instincts were only confirmed when he rolled over to peek at the time.

Stone pulled the blankets off, his stiff work clothes from the previous day restricting his movements. Right. He had slept over at Robotnik’s. A warmth surfaced on his cheeks at the memory. He listened for any activity throughout the rest of the house but heard none.

Pushing himself to stand, Stone made his way to the door, using the wall to guide him. His feet were light as a feather as to not creak the wood boards underneath him, in case the other man was still sleeping.

A dim glow came from the hallway. A multi-coloured stained glass chicken night light could be spotted plugged into the wall half way down the corridor. Stone guessed it was a guide for Robotnik for the long, murky nights. Robotnik’s bedroom was still dark, indicating that the man was either already out working or still asleep. Stone still chose to step lightly, creating as little noise as possible.

He made his way to the kitchen before turning a light on, revealing the spotless marble counters. Stone decided that instead of bringing food from town, which was what he normally did, he’d make it for Robotnik this morning. The counters held a stainless-steel, four-piece toaster, an untouched loaf of bread, a spice rack carousel that lacked too many spices, and a coffee machine that looked brand new and barely used.

Stone walked over to the fridge, opening it to reveal expired store bought milk, Austrian’s goat milk (from his own goats, Stone had to guess), eggs, ketchup, and five-hour energy. Okay that last one was a bit weird given it didn’t need to be refrigerated, Stone thought.

His cupboards also lacked anything fulfilling, but Stone was still determined to whip up something for the two of them. He rummaged a bit deeper and found coffee beans. That would have to do.

Stone hit the food jackpot with Robotnik’s freezer that sat below the fridge. It contained plenty of frozen hashbrowns and bacon. Stone grinned, feeling triumphant. He could add scrambled eggs to that mix and create a fulfilling breakfast.

The pans needed were hard to pull out of the drawer quietly but Stone managed the best he could. He grabbed two large pans and one small one, tossing the bigger ones on the stove before turning on the burners, leaving the egg-sized one for the end.

As Stone started the coffee, he heard a familiar voice. “Stone, what’s all that racket?” The voice was stern but drowsy.

“Sorry, sir. Just breakfast.” Stone called. Robotnik joined Stone in the kitchen. The older man had, quite obviously, just woken up. Hair strands adorned his face and plaid red pajama pants hung from his waist which was, unfortunately, covered by a tucked in, plain black long sleeve that clung to his skin. The sight made Stone’s face burn, his eyes glued onto Robotnik. He was quite muscular under the jacket, especially for such a lean frame.

“Like whatcha see?” Robotnik teased before sitting down on one of the stools at the kitchen island, spinning a few times before resting his elbows on the counter.

Stone tried to compose himself. “Just unusual to see yah in anything but yur workwear, sir.” Robotnik snickered at the statement. Stone quickly turned his attention back to the food. “Foods almost ready.”

Stone finished making breakfast in silence. Robotnik had his eyes on him the entire time, only turning away when Stone was serving breakfast. Stone joined him at the island after retrieving their drinks.

“I just thought you might like a latte with Austrian goat milk.” Stone admitted.

“Who do I look like? An imbecile? Of course I want a latte.” Robotnik took a sip, the pleasant aroma hitting his receptors. A pleased hum escaped his lips. “I love the way you make them.”

“Thank you, sir.” Stone’s blush had returned at full force. The compliment was taken to heart, to be cherished and remembered forever.

They both began to eat, the serene silence setting a peaceful atmosphere. The only sounds that could be heard were the utensils clinking on the plates.

Robotnik finished his plate and slid it towards Stone who had finished just before him. Stone picked up the dishes and headed towards the sink. Filling one with soapy water, he began scrubbing them in that sink and rinsing in the other.

Robotnik spoke up, “Stone?”

“Yes, sir?”

“You weren’t thinkin’ a puppy, were yeh?” The last thing Robotnik wanted was a puppy running around his farm.

“I was… unless that’s a problem? Easier tah train them while they’re growing, ‘specially around big animals. Plus, puppies are adorable, sir. Dontcha think?” A smile growing on Stone’s face.

“Buncha ankle biters is what they are, and I don’t need ‘em distracting yeh from yer work.”

“I promise they won’t, sir.” As Robotnik didn’t have a dish drying rack, Stone hand dried the dishes with a kitchen rag before putting them away.

“You better promise or else you n’ the dog are out. They ain't allowed in my garages, my truck, and definitely not my house. Got that?”

“Got it.”

“Yer in charge of bills too.”

Stone nodded, “Of course” He paused. Stone turned around so that he was facing Robotnik, he leaned back onto the counter. “Sir?”

“What is it, Stone?” Robotnik spat, not as harsh as he had intended.

“I was thinking about buildin’ a doghouse for them just outside the chicken coop if that’s alright with yah.”

“Who the hell do yeh think you are? Yeh ain’t building anything. That’s my job.”

“So you’ll do it? They need somewhere to stay overnight, ‘specially during the winter, sir. You know that” Stone smirked, knowing he had caught Robotnik in a trap.

“Of course I know that, pea-brain!” Robotnik wasn’t going to admit defeat. “Yes, I’ll build it.” He grumbled under his breath. He had been making a lot of foolish decisions with Stone around recently. What was this man doing to him?

Robotnik got up from his seat to get ready for the day. “Get to work, Stone. Itz gonna be a long day.”

Stone, still in his work gear from yesterday, headed to the bathroom to freshen up as Robotnik walked to his bedroom to change.

The snowstorm was supposed to stretch on for about a week as reporters said, although it was hard to tell as the sun hadn’t hit the horizon yet. Curse winter and its short, dark days.

By the time the two were ready to head out the door - boots on, gloves on, hats on, jackets on - it had stopped snowing hours ago. Damn Alberta weather. Always a mystery, making the weather reporters look like they’re telling false reports. The snow from the previous night had layered on everything, no path in sight.

The bitter wind still bit at their skin through their clothes. It was a snow clearing day, although the tractor still had to be fixed from the previous attempt. That was first on the to do list.

Before either of two actually started working, they hooked Robotnik’s truck up to Stone’s car, leaving it for a lot longer than the previous night to charge. By the time the day was done, Stone’s car had, unfortunately, started.

On the plus side, he could go home and practice his guitar for a special someone.

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The long awaited day was ahead of them. Months had passed since their little conversation as they had wanted to wait for a less cold and mucky season. The three fake springs - what they called it before winter came back a couple times - had passed and the fourth and final spring had arrived. The snow had completely melted and everything was starting to dry. Perfect time to bring home a new companion.

To Robotnik’s dismay, Stone had never retreated from his request even after intense questioning, always seemingly having an answer to Robotnik’s questions. Damn his competence. Robotnik still didn’t understand what had possessed him to agree but here he was, preparing to bring home a new furry friend.

Their usual routine was thrown aside for the event. They completed their morning chores quickly before focusing their attention to the matter at hand.

“We can take my car.” Stone chimed as they walked from one of the barns towards their vehicles.

“And risk breaking down? Absolutely not. We’re using my truck.”

“Breaking yur own rules already, sir?” He teased.

“One time exception. Keep talking and I’ll make yeh clean the dog hair off the truck with yer tongue.” Robotnik tossed Stone the keys, and he snatched them midair.

“I have tah grab a blanket from my car. I’ll be right back, sir.” Stone said. Robotnik waved him off and Stone ran off. Robotnik walked over to his truck and climbed into the passenger side, letting out an annoyed huff as he lifted himself in.

Stone quickly jumped into the driver's seat before gently tossing the folded blanket onto the backseat of the truck.

“What’s that for?” Robotnik questioned.

“For the dog tah sit in the back. Keeps the hair off the seats.” Stone explained.

“The dog’s going in the bucket of the truck, Stone.”

“Oh.” Stone cleared his throat, wary of the decision but he knew better than to question Robotnik. “Okay, sir.”

Stone inserted and turned the key, igniting the engine. The radio blasted through the speakers as soon as the truck came to life.

I'm gonna follow my heart instead of good advice

Hey no matter what you do

Wild horses could not drag me away from you

Wild horses could not drag me away from you

“He performed at the rodeo the day yeh came to me for the job offer.” Robotnik referred to the music. Stone pulled out of the driveway, keeping his eyes peeled on the road.

“Really?”

“Played sometime before Theory of a Deadman. The band we watched, for yer information.”

“Right.” Stone remembered that evening as clear as day. The start of the rest of his life as he put it.

The drive was relatively silent. Robotnik watched the world pass by when he wasn’t fiddling with the radio looking for a station that wasn’t playing commercials or when he wasn’t spitting music facts.

The place they were headed to wasn’t too far but it also wasn’t particularly close. One of Stone’s older buddies had luckily put their Bernese puppies up for adoption a little while ago. Just another reason Stone had resorted to getting a bernese over any other breed.

In comparison to Robotnik’s farm, this guy's farm was puny. Stone had become so used to Robotnik’s farm he had almost forgotten that wasn’t the norm. The man was standing by a barn, watching the two pull into the lot. Stone parked the truck and stepped out to greet the man.

Robotnik opted to stay in the truck. He watched from afar. An unfamiliar feeling rose in Robotnik’s chest as Stone talked to the other man. It’s nothing, Robotnik reassured himself.

The man guided Stone into the barn, the two disappearing from Robotnik’s sight. He sat with his arms crossed, staring daggers into the entrance of the barn. He opened the window, the truck becoming a bit too hot for comfort as it sat directly in the sun.

Stone shortly reappeared, a small black, white, and brown puppy present in his hands. The other man followed behind Stone, Robotnik couldn’t help the disgusted look that tugged at his features. A feeling Robotnik rather not acknowledge appeared once he spotted the puppy. He found that he couldn’t put that small fluff ball into the dangers of riding in the truck.

“Stone, pass me the dog.” Robotnik demanded through the open window as Stone approached with the puppy in tow. Robotnik had already moved the blanket from the back into his lap.

Stone happily obliged, passing the small dog through the window into Robotnik’s hands. He had to admit, this thing was cute, not that he would ever say that out loud though. Stone took a moment to stare at the sight before heading back towards the other man. He still had to pay him, after all.

Robotnik was uncharacteristically gentle with the pup who looked up at him with a goofy smile and a tongue hanging out that was oddly long.

Stone returned and the other man disappeared. “Ready for the road, sir?”

“It was about time. I was about tah wither away into ashes. Yur horrendous parking job left me exposed to the scorching photons that intrude and damage our body.”

“Sorry, sir.” Stone apologized as he climbed back into the car, relishing the sight beside him once more.

They drove in silence, the radio was off so as to not discomfort the dog anymore than they thought they were, although the dog seemed quite content in Robotnik’s lap.

“What do yah want tah name her, sir?” Stone questioned, knowing Robotnik would want to make that decision.

Robotnik thought for a moment before replying. “Sage.”

“Beautiful choice, sir.” Stone smiled, glancing at the sight. The puppy had fallen asleep in Robotnik’s lap, her head perched on his arm. He made no indication of pulling his arm away.

At some point on their way back to the farm, the radio had been turned on. Quiet as to not wake their new companion but loud enough that Stone and Robotnik could enjoy it.

Keep me searching

For a heart of gold

You keep me searching

And I'm growing old

Keep me searching

For a heart of gold

I've been a miner

For a heart of gold

The ride back didn’t seem nearly as long as the drive there. Typical. The dog had, thankfully, slept for most of the ride, seeming unbothered by being in a vehicle, which was a good sign.

Stone parked the truck and quickly got out to open the door for Robotnik and their new addition. Robotnik was slightly reluctant to disturb the sleeping figure but didn’t let it show. The dog awoke as he shifted out of his seat and out of the truck, quickly placing Sage on the ground.

In no time at all, the black cat that constantly followed Stone around had appeared. The cat, unbothered as always, approached Sage. She sniffed the cat (who Stone ended up naming Shadow) as he nuzzled up against her. Stone awed at the sight.

Robotnik couldn’t deny that the sight was cute but, again, refused to show it so he scoffed instead. “Don’t get attached, Stone. She ain’t a family dog.”

Stone elected to ignore him as Shadow bolted into the playful pose, back arched and tail swinging furiously, hair standing up on end. Sage bowed down to play. A small, high pitched bark vibrated through the air. Shadow took that as an invitation and lunged at the puppy. Stone, acting on instinct, quickly stepped in but as no yelp came from Sage, he relaxed and backed off slightly. Shadow kept his claws retracted, only releasing them once his paws hit the grass and darted off somewhere else. Sage chased after him for a short while before returning back to Robotnik and Stone, her tongue flopped out of her mouth as she pranced over.

Robotnik had been watching the situation unfold with his arms crossed and a vexed expression but somewhere underneath held amusement, given away by his relaxed stature. Stone, on the other hand, couldn’t keep the grin off his face. He had been thoroughly enjoying watching the two critters play and quickly becoming best friends. So much so he had forgotten they were supposed to be starting the process of building her hut, better to get it done sooner than later.

Stone leaned down to pet Sage as she sauntered over. The fluff ball was harder to ignore than Stone had originally thought, even Robotnik had trouble parting ways it seemed. Neither man commented on it.

“I suppose we should introduce her tah the other animals, eh sir?” Stone asked, wanting to get her comfortable with the larger livestock early on. His attention remained focused on the puppy in front of him.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” His answer was accompanied with an eye roll, trying to keep up his cold nature. This dog was bringing to light unwanted feelings yet ones he didn’t want to dispose of.

Sage followed the two men, struggling to keep up with her short legs. They travelled from barn to barn, allowing Sage to introduce herself to the other animals. She had been partially intrigued and partially in her own world during the process, expected of a puppy. Stone would have to do some work with her but he knew what he had signed up for.

Robotnik watched from afar, allowing Stone and Sage to do their thing. His heart felt like it was unnecessarily constricting, he tried his best to ignore it but he continued to struggle. Why was he feeling this way? No one had ever made him feel this way before. Stone was a nobody. He fit in with all the other goons around here yet something tugged at Robotnik’s heart strings, a feeling he couldn’t quite place, not that he wanted too. Feelings were a distraction and Robotnik wasn’t going to succumb to them like all the mouth breathers that surrounded him. Not that he had any for Stone anyways, he reminded himself constantly. Besides, it couldn’t be love, he didn’t even like men! Or anyone for that matter. Stone was no exception.

After their adventure to the various barns, Stone and Robotnik made their way to Robotnik’s main garage to finally start on the dog house. Sage had followed them the entire way, only to be left outside the garage. A small, sad “awoo” could be heard outside the door. Robotnik grumbled under his breath before reopening the door to let her in. Stone didn’t comment on it.

Robotnik had created the plans for the hut soon after their conversation about getting a dog, adding in a few of Stone’s ideas during after hours. He didn’t want to give the man satisfaction and bloat his already big ego. The dog house was much larger than necessary thanks to Stone. Another thing that annoyed Robotnik was that Stone could easily persuade him. Who did he think he was? He would have to knock that out of him later.

Stone was forced to do the heavy duty work which included cutting the wood into its respective pieces as Robotnik put it together. The frame had come together in a couple of days. The two of them hand in hand quickened the process. They would surely struggle to move this thing after it was fully built. The dog house had its own deck for goodness sake, such a spoiled creature.

The frame was soon covered with other strips of stained wood and metal sheets. Small windows were built in along with a plastic flap for the door. The hut allowed for both heating and cooling systems. It almost looked like a smaller version of one of his barns, but not exact, which he expertly planned. It fit right into his personally designed farm.

Robotnik deemed this house unnecessary but admitting that out loud would mean he would have to reveal the fact that the puppy may or may not be following him inside his own home for the night. What Stone didn’t know was for his own good. It would only give Stone the upper hand in this whole situation and Robotnik couldn’t have that.

Stone didn’t have to know that he ended up talking out loud to Sage that night, or the fact that she slept soundly in his bed, while he was sleeping right next to her…

Maybe, just maybe, the whole dog thing wasn’t a bad idea. Perhaps it was then Robotnik’s fault she would become so mellow and laid back.

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The day could have gone far better than it did. Stone had slipped up multiple times, which was unusual for the man. Maybe he needed a break, but spending that time away from Robotnik was not on the table. Stone’s heart wouldn’t be able to take it, he adored being near the other man.

Sure, working for Robotnik was exhausting and mentally draining, but it was also full of challenges and dealing with the unexpected. Stone catching Robotnik licking the salt blocks had just been the beginning. Stone had caught him dressing up one of his chicken’s in a mini cowboy outfit complete with a hat then proceeded to take it for a ride on his horse. They were gone for quite awhile and it was not a one time occasion. The same chicken - Stone had to assume his favourite one - had undergone the same process multiple times after. From limited time with the chickens, Stone had to guess it was the one being picked on.

Their day was wrapping up and Stone seriously needed a drink to wind down. His mind wandered to the man next to him helping him stack hay bales. The blistering sun shining down on them both.

Without thinking, Stone blurted out, “Let’s go out for drinks.” He received no response, only a skeptical look from Robotnik. “Drinks on me.” Stone added, trying to convince Robotnik while mentally cursing himself for letting his thoughts slip out. Robotnik had already yelled at him multiple times today, why the hell would he agree to go out with him?

A small grumble left Robotnik before replying, “Fine, but only cuz yer paying.” Relief washed over Stone, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Maybe he hadn’t upset Robotnik as much as he thought he did.

They finished up their task, Robotnik tapping a handkerchief he pulled out of his pocket to his face to remove the sweat that had been building up. Stone, grossly, wiped the sweat off with his forearm. The sweat already stuck to his arm didn’t help.

“Let’s go,” Robotnik announced.

“Of course, sir. My car?”

“No. I ain’t stepping foot in that rust bucket. Keys are in the garage, yeh know where they are.”

Stone nodded and went on his way as Robotnik climbed into the passenger seat of the truck. Stone had taken over most of the driving, despite being told he was not allowed to use the truck.

Sage had started to settle in nicely to the farm and their routine. In times she had to stay locked up, they built fencing around one of the openings of her dog house, with the other opening being able to lock. She was still learning so their trust in her was still limited, and she was also still a puppy. It was safest for her, and the livestock, to stay locked away.

Stone brought her over to her hut. He said his goodbye’s while she looked up at him with the saddest pair of puppy dog eyes. Stone had a hard time resisting, but he knew this is what was best for her. Stone left to go grab Robotnik’s keys.

Stone did a small victory cheer as he entered the garage, out of Robotnik’s line of sight. He knew Robotnik hated the public sphere so this was a win in Stone’s book. He just had to hope the night would go better than his day.

Robotnik, on the other hand, was not as excited for the night, but a drink did sound nice, especially with Stone. No, just the drink sounded nice, Stone had nothing to do with it. It was just nice that he had someone to drive him.

He watched as Stone shut the door behind him, making sure to lock it on the way out. Something about the man had always captured his attention, what it was, Robotnik couldn’t pinpoint, to his dismay. It annoyed him to no end. There wasn’t anything special about Stone! He just happened to be more competent than previous lackeys. Robotnik had to admit he was well built, but that meant nothing and as many other things, Stone didn’t need to know.

Stone had made eye contact with the man in the truck and returned his glare with a gentle smile while also taking said glare as an indication to quicken his pace. Robotnik looked away in a flash as heat crept onto his cheeks. Why was that man always smiling? It was sickening. And no way had he just been caught staring. Embarrassing.

Stone grabbed his wallet from his car before returning to Robotnik’s side. As per usual, the music roared as the truck came to life.

'Cause there's some things I'd like to forget

When our hearts are sinkin' like a sunset

Won't you hold me now

And make things alright

“Song’s alright.” Robotnik commented.

“I like it.”

“I refuse tah listen to yer input on music. You didn’t even know who Bon Jovi was!”

Stone chuckled. “Sorry, sir. But I know now, don’t I?”

“Only because of my superior knowledge on the subject. Without me, you’d be hopeless.”

“And I’m thankful for it.” Stone admitted honestly.

“Quit yer bootlickin’ n drive, sycophant.”

“Of course, sir.” Stone did as told, and Robotnik, instinctively, turned up the volume dial.

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They arrived at the local small town bar filled with hillbillies and rednecks. Right. It was a Friday night. Possibly the worst night to get drinks. Robotnik wanted to barf at the sight. He despised the townsfolk, not that they particularly liked him back. Stone recognized a few faces from previous work, their names not present in his memory.

“Let’s get this over with.” Robotnik groaned as he got out of the truck. Stone followed suit and into the bar they walked, shoulder to shoulder.

The loud, rowdy crowd was already starting to piss Robotnik off and they had barely stepped foot in the establishment. Stone led him to the bar as quickly as possible, having been here a few times before.

“I shoulda grabbed a dart before coming in here.” Robotnik admitted while taking a seat at the bar.

Stone sat beside him, “Is there some in yur truck?”

“Of course there is Stone. Who do yeh think I am?”

“We can head out whenever you’d like, sir.” Stone reassured.

Robotnik scoffed before turning to the bartender who was drying freshly cleaned glasses. “Old Fashioned, n dontcha cheap out.” The bartender nodded before switching her attention to Stone.

“A daiquiri, please.” Stone asked with a kinder tone, feeling slightly sorry for the bartender.

“Weak.” Robotnik commented, a slight smirk hiding under his moustache.

“I’d rather not taste the alcohol, sir.” Stone admitted.

“What kind of cowboy are yeh, Stone? Pathetic.” Robotnik shook his head in faux disbelief.

Stone chuckled. “Not a very good one, I suppose.”

“Eh. Yer sure hellova lot more cowboy than the goons I’ve met.” Robotnik casually admitted.

Compliments from the older man were becoming more common. Stone could feel his heart growing. “Thank you, sir.”

With that, their drinks were pushed over the counter towards them. Stone took a tentative sip while Robotnik downed as much as he could in one gulp. He slammed his glass back down on the bar with a loud thud. A disgusted look crossed his face as the alcohol hit his taste buds and ran through his system. A small cough left Robotnik as he leaned his head down.

“Fawkin disgusting, Stone.” A small groan escaped him.

Stone chuckled, feeling much more delighted with his choice of drink. “Here.” Stone pushed his glass towards Robotnik. “Try some.”

“I’m not a sissy. I can handle my drink just fine. The first sip is always the hardest.” Robotnik demanded. Stone shrugged his shoulders and pulled his glass back towards himself. “Yer drinks got nothen on mine.”

Stone could only smile at the man across from him. His stubborn nature roared its infuriating but endearing head in times like these.

Silence crossed over the two. The loud music and bustling crowd made conversations more like yelling competitions. Stone looked around for a more quiet spot in the bar while Robotnik sipped the rest of his drink.

Stone tapped Robotnik’s shoulder, “There’s an open spot there in the corner.” Robotnik turned his head towards where Stone was pointing.

“Need a refill first.” Robotnik tapped his glass on the counter, attempting to get the bartender's attention. She quickly refilled his drink.

“Just a beer, please.” Stone asked. Robotnik, once again, gave him a bewildered look.

“Did you not just say yeh hated the taste of alcohol?”

“I did. Great observation skills as always, sir, but something has to get the buzz going, eh?” Stone smirked. This crowd was going to be a nightmare for both of them and Stone knew it.

Robotnik scoffed. “Stone, you are ridiculous.” Stone chuckled before switching his attention back to the bartender who was handing him his beer.

The two got up and left. Robotnik did his best to navigate the crowd with his drink. He did numerous spins and turns to keep people from hitting him. Stone tried to help him but he was pretty much unsuccessful.

They sat down at a small wooden table near the back of the bar. Despite it being in a small town, the bar had quite a lot to offer. It had darts, bull riding, pool, foosball, and a dance floor. The bar fit perfectly into the rundown, deteriorating town of Green Hills. The music that blared into everybody’s ears in a ten kilometre radius was country. Stone learned early on that Robotnik was not a fan of that genre. Stone, however, quite enjoyed country music. Probably because he grew up on it. But if Robotnik didn’t like it, he would never listen to it again by his own account.

Stone, again, looked around to view the patrons of the bar. Robotnik swirled his drink, hesitant to say something. Neither said a word until Robotnik cleared his throat and spoke up. “Why did you invite me out?” Curiosity, yet uncertainty could be heard in his voice.

Stone’s brain blanked at the answer. Why did he invite Robotnik? Oh, maybe because he was the love of his life. He enjoyed spending every minute with Robotnik, no matter the conditions. It had become second nature for Stone to follow in his footsteps, to always know what the man needed before he needed it. There were an endless amount of odd circumstances Stone found himself in just because of the man in front of him. But no, he couldn’t say all that. He, unfortunately, could feel the temperature rising.

Stone ended up stuttering before getting his actual reply out. “Everybody needs a break once in a while.” Trying to cover up his embarrassment. Robotnik nodded, if he was unconvinced, he didn’t allow Stone that knowledge.

They ordered a few more drinks after that, carrying on a light conversation. The most common topic was Robotnik complaining about the current people around them or other people that have angered him. A close second was him bragging about his medals and awards despite already telling Stone, at least, a hundred times. Stone chipped in every now and again but let Robotnik do most of the talking, content to just listen to the man.

The alcohol was starting to hit the two men. Their senses dulled and the world became - briefly - easier to manage. The familiar beats of a song every Albertan heard throughout their childhood caught Stone’s ear.

Well, there she sits, buddy, just a gleaming in the sun

There to greet a working man when his day is done

I'm gonna pack my pa and I'm gonna pack my aunt

I'm gonna take them down to the Cadillac Ranch

“Shit, sir. That’s the Cadillac Ranch. We gotta dance!” Stone excitedly hopped up from his chair and offered Robotnik a hand, a bright smile plastered across his face.

Robotnik looked to his hand then to Stone. “Stone, I ain’t dancing”

A small frown appeared, “Why not, sir?” He retracted his hand slightly.

“I ain’t a dancer.”

“Sir, c’mon. Everyone knows the Cadillac Ranch.”

Robotnik huffed and leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed. “Well I don’t, so buzz off.”

“Whaddya mean you don’t know it?”

“Never learnt it.”

“How?” Stone was utterly confused. “It was curriculum in school. Was it not?”

Robotnik shrugged his shoulders. “I didn’t learn it. Enough said.”

Stone thought for a moment. “I’ll teach yah, sir.” His smile returned.

Robotnik tipped his hat back to get a better view of Stone. “Excuse me?”

“C’mon, I’ll teach yah. It’ll be fun.” Stone offered him a reassuring smile, reextending his hand out to Robotnik.

“Fine. Let’s just get this over with.” Robotnik begrudgingly accepted Stone’s invitation and aggressively grabbed a hold of Stone’s outstretched hand. Stone had to hope Robotnik blamed his furious blushing on the alcohol and the increasing temperature of the bar.

Stone led him back through the crowd and onto the dance floor where people had already started the line dance, reluctantly letting go of his hand once they arrived.

Cadillac, Cadillac

Long and dark, shiny and black

Open up your engines, let 'em roar

Tearing up the highway like a big old dinosaur

“Have you ever line danced before, sir?” Stone asked.

Robotnik couldn’t recall any instances before. He had always opted out of them in school. Everyone enjoyed performing it with their friends. To say the least, Robotnik had no friends; not that he would’ve wanted any anyways.

“No.”

“Oh. That’s okay, sir. We’ll get yah caught up.” Stone always with that smile, Robotnik wanted to wack it off his face, but he refrained.

“Seems like a waste of time.”

Stone elected to ignore him. “The dance starts with two sets of pigeon toes. Like this.”
Both Stone and Robotnik looked down at his feet which were pointed inwards, toes touching, heels out. Robotnik huffed but followed along regardless. Stone then brought his shoes together with a small hop, then back to their original position, followed by bringing his feet together once again.

“Start with your right foot for this next part.” Stone could feel Robotnik’s intense stare but tried to ignore it and focus on the matter at hand.

Stone’s movements were slower than the other dancers for Robotnik to keep up. He did an impressive job of following along and ended up getting the hang of it quite quickly. Stone was able to quicken his pace to match the beat of the song, Robotnik followed suit. It would’ve been hard to tell it was Robotnik’s first time if you hadn’t seen Stone teaching him.

“Yur doing great, sir.” Stone tipped his hat to him during one of the quarter turns.

“Can’t believe you would ever doubt me, Stone. I am disappointed.” Robotnik teased. “I am a master at everything I do. Dontcha know this by now?”

“I never doubted you, sir.”

Cadillac, Cadillac

Long and dark, shiny and black

Pulled up to my house today

Came and took my little girl away

Robotnik hated to admit he was enjoying this, so he didn’t. However, Stone could tell as Robotnik had made no mention of stopping, or straight up leaving for that matter. The song came to an end and the dancers slowed down. The next song up was Cotton Eye Joe. It seemed to be line dancing hour.

“Anything left in yah to learn another line dance?”

“Hell no. I need another drink or two.”

“Coming right up, sir.” Stone headed towards the bar while Robotnik darted back to their table, which was surprisingly still vacant despite the swarm of people.

Stone returned with more drinks than he had intended on grabbing. They were no longer consumed for their taste. Their light conversations picked up again. Laughter escaped the two of them. It felt as if they had been friends for decades. The chatter continued and the glasses clinked.

Out of nowhere, Robotnik fell extremely serious. Stone awkwardly twitched in his seat, unsure what he did wrong this time.

“Stone, I have a proposition.” Robotnik announced, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“What is it, sir?”

“I dare you to go ride the bull on the highest setting.” Robotnik said as less of a dare and more of a command.

Stone was definitely tipsy by this point but so was Robotnik. Stone smirked before answering, “I accept.”

Both Stone and Robotnik got up and walked over to the machine that was in the opposite corner from where they were sitting, leaving their drinks behind. Stone took out his wallet from his pocket and scavenged around for some loose change. He inserted five toonies into the machine and pressed the highest, hardest setting - emphasized by a glaring red button.

Stone wore a cocky smile, tipping his hat towards Robotnik while clutching his belt buckle and bowing slightly. “Watch and learn, baby.” He left with a wink, unbeknownst to him the conflicting feelings that would arise in Robotnik from that action. Robotnik’s cheeks became flush and rosy, his eyes unable to leave the fine figure in front of him as he walked to what would be his demise. Robotnik tried to force the unfamiliar feelings away as he watched Stone get tossed around on the mechanical bull.

Stone lasted longer than Robotnik had anticipated, but he did not survive. Robotnik had burst out laughing when Stone got flung off, he barreled over and could barely keep himself standing. The alcohol was definitely doing its job. Stone laid on the ground for a moment before achingly getting up to go find his cattleman which he had lost somewhere along the way.

Stone returned, a bit wobbly, but in one piece. “Yur turn.”

“Hah! You sucked! Watch a true master at play, sycophant.” It was Robotnik’s turn to sport a cocky grin. He hit Stone’s hat down for good measure. Stone quickly readjusted it so he could slot more coins into the death machine.

Stone watched Robotnik hold on for dear life, smiling drunkenly to himself, but someone walking into the bar had caught his eye. One of his ex-best friends from his hometown had walked in. Stone chose to ignore him and focus on the flailing man in front of him, who was much more enjoyable.

Robotnik didn’t last much longer than Stone. His short hair was severely out of place and his cattleman had also been lost in the process. The difference was that Robotnik stayed splat out on the ground for a much longer time than Stone, so much so, Stone rushed over to make sure the older man was still alive and breathing. He was. He was just incredibly dizzy from both the alcohol and the bull ride.

Stone helped him up, allowing Robotnik to use him for support. The older man desperately clung onto him for stability. Black and grey strands fell onto Robotnik’s face as he straightened his posture, still clinging to Stone’s forearms. Stone was reluctant to move his arms away from Robotnik’s grasp but he desperately wanted to move the loose strands out of his face, knowing it was probably a bad idea.

He did it anyway. Stone retracted one of his arms to brush the hair out of his face, gently working with the loose strands. A small smile tugged at Stone’s lips as he did so. Robotnik’s eyes pierced into his own, but Stone had been focusing on placing the strands behind his ear. Stone was convinced he had felt Robotnik move towards his touch with the brief moment of contact to his head. His hair was much longer than Stone recalled, but more often than not he wore his stetson which was still missing. Stone had met Robotnik’s eyes, neither of them moved.

Stone broke out of his trance to look for Robotnik’s hat, which was just lying a few metres over. Stone removed his other hand from Robotnik’s grasp in order to grab the cattleman.

“Here, sir.” Stone gently placed the hat onto Robotnik’s head, tugging it down to secure it.

Robotnik watched Stone’s hands. “Thank you, Stone.” He readjusted the hat to sit on his head properly. “Darts?”

“Like smokes or throwing darts?”

Robotnik flicked his chin up towards the dart board that currently lacked any occupants. “Throwing darts yeh imbecile.”

By now, the crowd had started stumbling out, eager to return home as it was getting quite late. Neither Stone nor Robotnik had any intention of leaving.

Stone’s previous confidence returned. “Champion right here.” Stone pointed to himself with both thumbs.

“Sure thing, imbecile.” Robotnik rolled his eyes. “I’ll show yeh who’s boss.”

“Show me what you’ve got, sweetheart.” Stone teased.

“Pft, no amount of sweet talk will deter me, Stone.” Robotnik oblivious to the underlying flirtatious tone of Stone’s voice.

They walked over to the dart board, Robotnik quickly snatching all the steel tip darts.

“That’s not how the game works.” Stone protested.

“Who cares. When have I ever played by the rules, my little stalagmite?” Robotnik teased.

Stone’s heart beating a bit faster with the nickname. “Fair enough.”

“Watch this!” Robotnik threw the dart while looking at Stone, eyes away from the board. The older man failed miserably to hit the board. Stone couldn’t help but laugh, in return, Robotnik puffed his chest and threw again, this time looking at the board. He was ever so slightly more successful than his previous throw.

“You don’t know how to throw darts do you, sir?”

“Pft, it's basic projectiles. Why would I need to learn?” Robotnik lined up to throw a third dart. “All I need to do is throw it like,” his attention was purely on the dart board, squinting one eye to help him focus, “this!” The dart hit the wall on which the dart board was placed.

Stone offered out his hand for a dart, “let me show you.”

“Ugh, fine.” Robotnik gave him the three remaining darts. Stone threw them effortlessly, just slightly missing bullseye. Robotnik turned towards him, mouth slightly agape in surprise. “This game is rigged,” he commented.

Stone walked over to the dart board to grab the previously thrown darts so he could return them back to Robotnik.

“Here,” Stone handed Robotnik back the darts and he snatched them out of Stone’s hand. He aimed to throw again, but this time Stone was instructing him. Stone’s calloused hands moved Robotnik’s arms, hands, and wrists to where they needed to be. The moment felt increasingly more intimate the instant Stone started moving his waist. Sober Stone would have never dared.

Robotnik threw the dart with Stone’s help and ended up actually hitting the target rather than the wall.

“Look at that! You hit the board this time!” Stone cheered.

“Whatever. Childsplay.” Robotnik tried to brush off the embarrassment.

“You keep practicing. I’ll get us a few more drinks.”

“Fine,” and with that Stone was off, blending into what was left of the crowd. Robotnik focused on his posture as Stone had taught him. His concentration was ruined by an unfamiliar voice.

A man approached Robotnik. “Oh Stoney. He’s got a reputation, y’know.” A small posse gathered behind him. The man was short, with a big mouth and dirty looking overalls. He sneered at Robotnik, exposing yellowed teeth. His eyes were dark and unsettling.

“And why should I listen to some no name hillbilly in this backwater town?” Robotnik questioned, skeptical of the whole situation.

“Take it from one of Stoney’s old buddies. We go way back.” Robotnik scoffed and the unknown man leaned onto Robotnik’s shoulder. He was quickly shoved away. “Woah, no need to get violent. You only let Stoney touch you eh there bud?”

“What are you on about?” Robotnik was starting to get irritated. This dude was ruining his night, and what was taking Stone so long?

“Your buddy old pal is known for hanging around these kinds of places. Lurking, watching, preying on his new victim.” The man and his posse snickered.

“You make no sense. Cut it out before I make yeh eat it.” Robotnik crossed his arms and glared down at the man, using his height as an intimidation tactic.

“He likes hanging around… other men. And from what I’ve seen, he’s taken quite a liking to you.” The man elbowed Robotnik’s bicep harder than needed.

Robotnik finally realized what the man was getting at. He shook his head. “Stone and I are strictly professional.”

“Professional f**s” The crew burst out laughing like it was the funniest thing they had ever heard. That truly made Robotnik snap.

“What the fuck did you just say?” He grabbed the perpetrator by the shirt and dragged him closer to stare him down. “Repeat that. I fucking dare you.”

Robotnik could care less about being called names, but Stone? Only he was allowed to berate the man, and Stone wasn't even here to defend himself. It was an unfair fight! Plus, the alcohol running through his system didn’t help the situation either.

“Easy there, bud.” The man’s voice wavered, clearly a bit taken back by the sudden motion, his confidence slipping for a moment.

“I am not your bud.” Robotnik threatened.

“I was just making sure you’re aware of who you’re getting to know, that’s all.” The man’s posse stepped closer to Robotnik, now surrounding him. People were now starting to stare at the commotion.

Robotnik’s grip tightened. “That’s all? You come over here with inane information and expect me to turn my head around?” Robotnik practically started to lift the man. He brought his face closer into the man’s personal bubble. “I don’t care. There’s nothing wrong with him, but there sure as hell is something wrong with you.”

“Hah! There is something going on between you two! Bunch of fucking queers.”

“Who the hell do you think you are? Give me one reason I shouldn’t beat your ass for your brainless accusations.” Robotnik growled. He was not intimidated by this group of men. They had nothing on him. This was basically his entire childhood.

“Your people are too damn sensitive.”

“That’s all you got? C’mon, wrack your brain. You might be able to come up with some lame excuse.” God, did Robotnik want to punch the man in front of him.

“Pansy’s ain’t welcome in this town.”

Fuck it. Robotnik used his free hand to hit him square in the nose, quickly letting him go. The man stumbled backwards, clutching his nose. “Fucking freak! No wonder Stone likes you. You’re both freaks.” He yelled out.

The group of men that the perpetrator brought along had obviously been more for intimidation rather than backup, as they had stepped back in slight shock.

The man straightened himself out and swung back, embarrassingly, missing Robotnik. Having played these games before, Robotnik straight up tackled the man to the ground before he could do anything else, pinning the man underneath him. Robotnik’s hair fell out of place once again.

Stone pushed through the crowd, having noticed what was going down. His eyes were locked onto Robotnik, not the man pinned underneath him. Stone had to admit, it was hot, but this was not the time for that. He ran over to Robotnik, splitting the two men up and helping Robotnik back to his feet, leaving the other man on the ground.

“Sir, are you alright?” Concern was evident in his voice. After a quick lookover, he deduced that Robotnik carried no noticeable bruises or cuts.

“Sir? What the fuck. Are you his servant? You guys into some freaky roleplay shit?” The man on the ground, who Stone now recognized as Jack, spat out as he picked himself up.

Robotnik’s attention snapped back to Jack, his glare accompanied by a low growl. Stone’s attention also shifted to the other man. “Shut it, Jack.” Stone warned.

“Make me, coward. Or are you going to send your little boyfriend at me again?”

Robotnik had never seen Stone irritated let alone angry, yet here he was watching Stone’s face harden. A new emotion for him to catalogue. His own anger bubbled inside.

The bartender interrupted the moment. Having seen most of what went down, she immediately took action. “I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

“Leave!?” Robotnik’s irritation reached a new height. “Unbelievable. They’re the ones that fucking started it.”

“All of you. Take it outside.” She reiterated while pointing towards the door.

“Sir, it’s okay. We can go somewhere else.” Stone’s neutral tone making a return.

“Whatever. This place reeks anyways.” Robotnik quickly turned on his heel and headed for the door. Stone chased after him.

Jack and his men could be seen trying to convince the bartender to stay, but she was sure of her word.

“I need a dart.” Robotnik stated as soon as he was through the doors, the brisk air of the night immediately hitting him. Stone - who still had the keys - unlocked the door for him. A pack of smokes and a lighter sat in the console, Robotnik snatched them and headed back towards Stone who was waiting on the sidewalk just outside the bar.

Robotnik pulled a single cigarette out of the pack, lighting it then holding it in between his lips. He then offered one to Stone. Stone took it, also placing it in between his lips. He then leaned in, touching the end of his cigarette to Robotnik’s in order to light it. Robotnik accepted it without hesitation, his cheeks pinking ever so slightly. Obviously, it was just the heat from the cigarette, nothing else.

They pulled back as they leaned against the building.

“What took you so long?” Robotnik questioned while taking a drag of his cigarette.

“There was a line for the bathroom.” Stone admitted. A moment of silence passed over before he spoke up again. “Sorry about that, sir. Jack is-”

Stone was cut off by the sound of the bar doors swinging open and the familiar, irritating voice of the man they had just left behind. His face was contorted into a snarl. “You and your little boytoy better watch your fucking backs.”

“Speak of the devil.” Stone rolled his eyes. He pushed himself off the wall and gestured for Robotnik to follow. Jack could be heard yelling in the background as they walked, both men electing to ignore him.

They walked in silence, the only sound being the rustling of the trees whose leaves were still returning from the winter and either of the men taking a hit of their smoke. The adrenaline was starting to wear off and the dizziness that came along with being drunk started to return. The two disposed of their cigarettes in a nearby garbage can.

Stone cleared his throat and spoke up as they entered a small park that was lit up by flickering street lights. “Sorry about Jack. He’s a bit of a jackass. Fitting name I suppose.”

“You can say that again.” Robotnik snickered.

“He didn’t say anything bad, did he?” Stone questioned, a bit concerned with what he told Robotnik.

“Nothing of worth.” Robotnik stated simply, trying to reassure Stone despite his mind questioning why he cared about Stone’s feelings at all. His view of Stone didn’t waver, but unwanted questions started to appear in his own mind.

Stone nodded, not completely convinced, but he let it slide. Awkwardness mixed with the silence that crossed over them as they walked unsteadily through the park.

It was quickly broken when, out of nowhere, Robotnik had started screaming and jumped into Stone’s arms. Stone stumbled backwards but caught him without a second thought. He was thoroughly confused. Stone scanned the area for anything but the only thing he saw were geese just off to the side of the sidewalk. Robotnik was holding on tightly to the front of Stone’s shirt and looking straight at the geese. That’s when it clicked.

“Sir, are you afraid of geese?” Stone couldn’t help the smile that threatened to show.

Robotnik jumped out of his arms, pushing Stone away in the process while also moving away from the geese. “No. That’s idiotic. Who’s scared of geese? Pffft.” He said, trying to maintain his facade.

Stone swayed slightly from Robotnik’s push, not quite convinced. “Sorry, let me get this straight. You, sir, just took down a man in the bar, but are afraid of a few birds?” Stone chuckled in disbelief.

“The peskiest of the ave’s, I tell yeh Stone!” Robotnik exclaimed, louder than he had intended. He had just admitted he was, in fact, scared of geese. Stone, however, couldn’t help but admire the man beside him. He truly was ridiculous, but that was what Stone loved about him.

Robotnik cleared his throat. “I may have been chased relentlessly as a child, resulting in me eating concrete and losing some skin.” That was the one thing Robotnik would never admit to anyone, yet here he was, revealing his deepest darkest secrets to his lackey.

“Ah, classic childhood memories, sir.” Stone tried to reassure him.

“I know that! It doesn’t make it any better! They’re the worst and I stand by that.”

Stone couldn’t help but chuckle. “Of course, sir.” Robotnik turned his head and continued walking. Stone followed along, switching sides to place himself in between Robotnik and the flock of offending birds. Robotnik looked back at him.

“What are yeh now, my knight in shining armour? Gonna protect me from the birds cuz I can’t defend myself?” He said sarcastically. Stone looked at him through heavily hooded eyes, a small grin on his face.

“I’d be happy to protect you from anything, every day, for the rest of my life.” Stone said softly, his words slurring.

Robotnik stopped. No one in his life had ever so much as implied a desire to protect him. He was Ivo Robotnik, the strict loner. No one liked spending time with him, and he liked spending time with no one.

Yet here this drunk idiot was, talking about him like he was something to treasure.

Robotnik shook his head, a hollow chuckle escaping his lips. “How much did yeh have to drink, barnacle?”

Stone turned, noticing now that Robotnik had stopped. Then, he walked over to the older man, his arms out.

“Enough,” was Stone’s only answer, before the man rapidly grabbed his arms, swinging him into place beside him. Stone began singing a drunk rendition of Cotton Eye Joe as he tapped his feet back and forth, beginning a line dance.

“Yah didn’t get tah learn this one, so ‘m teaching you now.” Stone said, beckoning for Robotnik to move too.

Robotnik snapped out of his taken aback stupor and, despite himself, giggled. He started mimicking Stone’s movements as the younger man belted through the song, occasionally grabbing Robotnik’s shoulders to spin him around the right directions. Robotnik’s giggle turned into a full laugh, the two of them swaying and tapping to the unsteady beat.

Eventually, Stone’s voice fell off as he ended the song after repeating a couple verses. Even drunk, his voice was still decently on-key and Robotnik missed it when he stopped. They ended the dance, facing each other somehow, only a short distance away from each other.

A moment passed between the two of them, a soft smile on both of their faces. Stone suddenly reached out, brushing some of Robotnik’s growing hair out of his face.

“Mmm, yur hair’s getting longer, sir. I could cut it for yah, if you’d like.” He said, staring at the strands between his fingers.

“Oh, now yer a barber, too? You any good?” Robotnik said, leaning in slightly.

Stone leaned it too, their faces mere centimeters apart. “The best. Only the best for you, sir.”

Robotnik prayed the dark light hid his furious flush. He reached out, grabbing Stone’s wrist from where it had somehow found itself on his shoulder.

“Let’s get back to the ranch. I’m still expecting you up tomorrow morning at sunrise.” Robotnik said, softer than he meant it, cringing when he realized he would have to be up too. He cursed himself. The hangover was going to be bad. Despite his best efforts, he let out a yawn.

“Never mind, let’s just get you back to the truck so you can go home.”

Stone blinked, nodding. His gaze then turned down to where Robotnik still held his wrist. Robotnik frowned, blushing again, and yanked him forward, both of them stumbling into each other as they walked back through the park.

Exiting the park and returning back to the town, they ended up running into Mr. Nice Guy, Tom Wackowski, who was finishing up some errands. He also happened to be one of Robotnik’s neighbours.

“Not often I see you in town, Mr. Robotskii’s.” Tom said, a dumb friendly smile on his face.

“Robotnik.” Robotnik corrected. Stone had yet to meet any of Robotnik’s neighbours.

“Who’s this lucky guy?” Tom gestured towards Stone. He had heard that Robotnik finally got a ranch hand that lasted longer than a week.

“Not important.” Robotnik answered before Stone could chip in.

“Okay… What are you doing in town, anyways?”

Robotnik thought about lying to him but he no longer had the energy in him. “We were at the bar.”

Tom was quite surprised to hear that. He knew very little about his neighbour, but he did know he wasn’t the type of guy to go out. “Oh, do you need a ride?”

Before Robotnik could reply, Stone chimed in. “Yes, that would be lovely.” Robotnik stared daggers into Stone, obviously not wanting to take up the offer. Stone stared back, raising his eyebrows. They needed a ride home. They could pick up Robotnik’s truck tomorrow when they were sober.

“Well, you got here at the right time. I was just on my way out.”

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” Tom nodded at the younger man. This guy seemed a lot nicer than Robotnik, he concluded.

Stone and Robotnik followed Tom to his blue truck. “Hop in.” They climbed into the back while Tom put the bags he was carrying into the bucket of the truck. Robotnik scooted all the way into the middle, and Stone had no choice but to sit right beside him.

The ride was relatively silent and uneventful. At some point, however, Robotnik had leaned his head into Stone’s shoulder. Stone smiled softly and did his best not to move and disturb the man. It was clear the night had exhausted him. Stone ended up leaning his head onto Robotnik’s. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind.

Stone had been keeping an eye on the road. He gently nudged Robotnik when they hit the driveway.

Tom drove up to the house and dropped them off near the door. “Have a good night, you two!”

“You as well. Thank yah again for the ride.” Stone replied as he and Robotnik shuffled out of the car. Robotnik shuffled all the way over to the door to get out first. Stone followed despite sitting right beside the other door. Stone was unbalanced and used Robotnik’s shoulder for help while getting out.

“No problem. Don’t hesitate to call me.” Tom chirped from behind them. Stone didn’t know his number, but was thankful for the gesture either way. He nodded, and with that, Tom was off.

Stone and Robotnik were left standing there in the pitch black darkness that spread across the farm. Stone was still holding onto Robotnik’s shoulder. He was reluctant to let go, so he didn’t, as Robotnik didn’t seem to mind.

The warm arm that wrapped around Stone’s waist caught him severely off guard. He tensed at the unexpected touch, but quickly relaxed when he realized what was happening.

Robotnik spoke up. “For balance, dimwit.”

“Of course, dear.” Stone moved his arm to wrap around Robotnik’s shoulders for increased support, unaware of what he had just called him.

Robotnik didn’t address the pet name, instead opting just to guide Stone to the front door. Robotnik harboured conflicting feelings about the name. He couldn’t tell if it was Stone talking or if it was the alcohol.

Stone stared up at Robotnik with a lop-sided smile the entire way to the door, which wasn’t far, but it was long enough for it to be odd and slightly uncomfortable.

Robotnik had reached the door, but was interrupted by a soft voice before he could reach the handle. “Yur gorgeous, sir.” Robotnik hesitated, hand hovering just over the knob, unsure of what to do. Despite himself, he felt a heat creeping up his neck. The drinks had most definitely done a number on both of them.

He didn’t end up replying, instead, he pushed open the door, slipping his boots off as soon as he entered. Stone did the same, albeit not as seamlessly. Robotnik’s hand never left Stone’s waist nor did Stone’s hand leave his shoulder. Weirdly enough, he was content on leaving it there. He hated being touched, but Stone’s? Stone’s touch was different. It felt nice, in a way.

As soon as Stone finally got his boots off, Robotnik helped him through the house. The exhaustion had hit him a while ago, and he needed to get to his bed desperately. Stone was taking far too long to do anything. He couldn’t imagine trying to get him to the spare bedroom, he’d probably have to tuck him in.

Instead of heading for the spare room, Robotnik led them to his own room. Stone happily obliged, content to just let Robotnik do his thing.

Robotnik immediately laid Stone down onto the bed after they entered. Stone sunk into the bed. His dirty clothes on Robotnik’s bed disgusted the older man, so much so that Robotnik changed into his pajamas despite the exhaustion weighing him down. It hadn’t even occurred to him that he laid Stone down on his side of the bed. Stone had already snuck under the covers and closed his eyes. Something in Robotnik couldn’t bring himself to disturb the sleeping figure.

Robotnik rounded the bed and made himself comfortable on the other side of Stone. This side was a lot less cushier from lack of use. Robotnik groaned. He was really in for it tonight. Stone better appreciate what I am doing for him, he thought.

“Goodnight, Stone.” Robotnik said to the air, thinking Stone had already passed out.

“G’nigh’, dear.” Stone’s words were heavily slurred by both the alcohol and exhaustion.

Why did he keep doing that? What was wrong with his ranch hand? Robotnik tried to ignore it and let sleep wash over him. Should be easy enough, he almost, embarrassingly, fell asleep on Stone in Tom’s truck!

Instead of slipping into sleep, the night’s events started to replay, particularly what Jack said and Stone’s various pet names for him.

He wasn’t queer in any way. No. He didn’t like anybody and nobody liked him. It had been that way for years, why would it change all of a sudden? Sure, perhaps Stone was the only one who could make him laugh or make the unbearable worthwhile. Or, the puppy dog eyes that were far too close to Sage’s own puppy dog eyes. That was just Stone! He didn’t actually enjoy Robotnik’s company, nobody did and he was content with that.

As far as Robotnik was aware, Stone wasn’t gay either. Yeah, Jack had mentioned Stone with another man but why the hell would he believe him? Then, the unfamiliar feeling that arose seeing Stone with another man returned at full force. It couldn’t be jealousy. Robotnik wasn’t a jealous man. He had everything he ever wanted and he sure as hell didn’t need anyone else!

Jack was just trying to get a rise out of Robotnik, right? Even if Stone was gay, who cares? It’s none of his business.

Robotnik recalled Stone’s earlier behaviour. He had called Robotnik a variety of pet names tonight, but only after a few drinks. It must have just been what Stone did when he was drunk; not that Robotnik had any other experience with a drunk Stone.

Despite the feeling of his heart clenching at the thought of the names not being for him, rather just a side effect of tipsiness, something about it was comforting.

And just like that, Robotnik had fallen fast asleep thinking about Stone.

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The morning sun pulled Stone from his sleep as it spilled through the window. He woke to the feeling of warm arms wrapped around his waist, a head nuzzled into his side, legs tangled with his, and his own arms wrapped around the mysterious figure. Unfortunately, a pounding headache was ruining the moment and the fact he had no idea how he ended up here or who he was with.

Stone had very little recollection of the previous night. What he did remember was going out for drinks with Robotnik and something about geese. The rest of the night was otherwise fuzzy.

He heard the other figure let out a deep breath and felt them tighten their grip around him. He had to know who he had gone to bed with last night. Stone slowly but surely forced his eyelids apart, the light shining in doing nothing to ease the pain, in fact, actively making it worse.

Once he peeled his eyes open he looked down to the person curled into his side. The only thing in his view was dark hair with various grey strands. It looked familiar to Stone but he couldn’t quite place it. He looked around the room to see if it would jog his memory. It didn’t, until he had spotted a familiar hat that rested on a nearby dresser.

Oh.

It was his boss.

Stone had gone to bed with Robotnik and Robotnik was the one cuddled up to him. Identifying the unknown figure didn’t help ease his confusion, it only seemed to worsen the situation. He was in bed, cuddled up with his boss of all people! The man whom he was deeply in love with.

The unknown events of the night before left Stone wondering if they had done anything more than simply sleeping. He was still in all of his clothes from the previous day, so that was a good sign.

Laying here with Robotnik was frying Stone’s brain. He wanted to savour the feeling of Robotnik in his arms, but he couldn’t stay like this, it wasn’t right. This was the most comfortable Stone had felt in ages. Robotnik fit perfectly into his side like a puzzle piece, like he was meant to be there. If this was his only chance to be this close to the other man he might as well make it last. But, what would Robotnik think if he woke up tangled with his lackey?

Stone was reluctant to break the spell, but he had to leave.

Stone pulled himself out, trying his hardest to not disturb the peaceful, sleeping figure of Robotnik. He failed. Robotnik groaned, not happy that his source of heat and comfort was leaving. Stone winced at the sound.

It took Robotnik much less time to realize what was happening. He shot his eyes open to reveal a Stone sitting, trying to escape his grasp. With a swift motion, Robotnik retracted his arms and sat up on the bed, his hair very much skewed. His cheeks felt far too hot to just be from the heat Stone had been emitting. The air felt palpable as the two sat in an uncomfortable silence.

Stone moved to the edge of the bed, legs dangling over the edge as he looked towards the door. His bun had fallen out sometime during the night, his hair now draped onto his shoulders and was in need of a good brushing.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you, sir.” Stone broke the silence. An attempt to lighten the awkwardness of the situation.

“You weren’t- You didn’t.” Robotnik fumbled over his words, trying to keep Stone out of his sight.

“We- we didn’t do anything last night, did we?” Stone had to ask despite it being a deeply unnerving question. A dreadful feeling settled in his stomach.

“What? No! Of course not. I’m not that type of man.” Robotnik had never been interested in that kind of stuff and it seems he recalled the night far better than Stone had. Stone eased slightly at the answer, but his heart did not. Just another affirmation that it wasn’t possible for Robotnik to return his feelings. He actively shunned these types of feelings and emotions.

Robotnik shuffled so he was now sitting on the edge of his bed, facing the wall. He had to admit, that was one of the best night’s sleep he had gotten in a long time, despite the aching headache he had also woken up with. Perhaps sharing a bed with Stone wasn’t the worst idea he had ever had. Waking up cuddling him was a bit awkward though! He could get used to it, Robotnik thought. His cheeks heated up once again. No! What was he thinking? This man was infiltrating his thoughts like a parasite and Robotnik was getting tired of it.

Stone stood to leave, the wooden floor boards creaking under him from the newly added weight.

Stone cleared his throat. “I’ll uh… go make breakfast.” Stone tried to say casually before heading out and closing the door behind himself.

Robotnik let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. He gently rested his elbows on his knees, bringing his head down to run his hands through his unkempt hair. Robotnik has been in some pretty off situations but that? That was fucking strange. Cuddling with his assistant? He would definitely have to rethink his entire life for that. However, that was not a now problem.

Robotnik pulled his aching body off the bed and towards his dresser. His pajamas clinged and contorted around his body in a variety of ways from sleeping curled around somebody else. He pulled out a familiar pair of jeans and a red long-sleeve button up. Something casual today, as he was feeling less than great. He quickly disposed of his pajamas and slipped into his work wear. He ran his hand through his hair before leaving to the bathroom just down the hall to freshen up.

Stone had made his way to the kitchen, he needed a sharp glass of water as soon as possible. This headache was killing him and he could feel the saliva gathering in his mouth from dehydration.

Despite the awkward tension that now hung between them, Stone was far too overjoyed about the fact that the previous night had been successful enough for Robotnik to take him back home. And he was somehow lucky enough to end up in his bed and to cuddle the man. It was a win in Stone’s books.

Again, Stone’s breakfast ingredients were limited in Robotnik’s house. Maybe he needed to start buying groceries for Robotnik too, he thought. He managed to freshen up some pancakes with a topping of whip cream. A side of various fruits had to be thrown away from the beginning stages of rot.

Stone laid the plates and cutlery onto the table in preparation. Robotnik joined him as he set the glasses down.

“Good morning, sir.” Stone desperately tried to sound chipper. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes as the pounding behind them was overpowering. The only response he got from Robotnik was a ngk as he sat down at the table.

Stone dished out the pancakes and joined Robotnik at the table for breakfast. They ate in silence, both of them unable to bring up the events from earlier.

Robotnik’s eyes kept travelling back to the man in front of him. He had never seen Stone with his hair down. It was stirring up feelings that had become familiar the past couple of months, yet still ones that were unknown to him. His hair flowed nicely along his face despite being a mess fest. Robotnik could get used to it. This must be his hangover talking, he concluded.

Robotnik downed his food as fast as possible, dumped his dishes in the sink, and ran out the door to start the day, leaving Stone in the dust. He had to get out of there, the feelings only arose when Stone was near.

Stone stayed behind to clean up after the two. The dreaded feeling from earlier swarmed his gut. Maybe he did screw up.

Stone eventually made his way outside and to Sage’s dog house to let her out. Her little body wiggled happily at the sight of Stone, which eased the aching feeling running through his chest.

Sage followed him during his various chores as she normally did, getting distracted by the livestock along the way. Stone ventured back to Robotnik - albeit more cautious than usual - after finishing his morning tasks. Robotnik was a ticking time bomb that he’d rather not set off, especially with how the morning went.

Robotnik had seemed normal when Stone arrived. Content to do his work and order Stone around like nothing had happened. Stone could live with that, falling back into their routine, pretending that the event of waking up next to his boss didn’t occur. He could pretend, but he wouldn’t forget. Stone worked in overdrive for the rest of the day.

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They had decided that they would pick up Robotnik’s truck from the bar the following day, neither of them wanting to go into town.

As Robotnik went to bed that night, his bed felt quite desolate and cold, even with the furry dog panting beside him. Many questions ran through his head, the most prominent being, why did Stone stick around? Robotnik couldn't answer that. At least, not with a convincing answer. Sure, the pay was good but what other pros were there? He worked his lackeys hard and pushed them to the edge. He embarrassed, mocked, and humiliated them. Was it worth it for the money? He had gone through many before Stone arrived, so obviously not. Why did Stone stay after all this time?

Robotnik could admit that Stone was beyond the plebeians that raided the rest of the earth. He wasn’t at Robotnik’s level of course, but he was far beyond the mouthbreathers that dared to call themselves cowboys. Stone was dedicated to his craft.

Yeah, Stone was also good looking. He freshened up nicely, even after a night on the town. Robotnik had watched him chop wood more times than he’d like to admit. Stone’s toned arms were a weapon of their own. That, and the sweat glistening on them didn’t help either. Who wouldn’t stare?

He had even started to calm Sterling down! What was this madness? She only behaved around Robotnik and even then it was give or take. Maybe he would let Stone ride her just once. She would surely buck him off. But, what if Stone got hurt? No, no. Scratch that. Stone wasn’t allowed to get hurt. That would put him out of business for who knows how long.

Perhaps Stone had smuggled his way into his heart just a little. Not that he would ever admit that out loud. Robotnik was an independent man, he didn’t need anyone, but it was nice to have someone around. That someone was only ever allowed to be Stone. The rest of those fools were incompetent and not worth his time.

Robotnik had started thinking about Stone far too much recently. He was sneaking his way into his dreams! No one ever came close to that. Stone, always a vivid bright light in his dimly lit dreams. He had had the man in his grasp and now he was nowhere to be seen. He would see him tomorrow, he reassured himself.

The space beside him in the bed seemed emptier than usual. Robotnik found himself realizing that Stone was a warmth that he had started to crave more and more. He was missing it like a madman tonight. Robotnik cuddled Sage close that night.

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Robotnik had strained his shoulder days prior to Stone noticing it. He was used to working through his injuries, the pain eventually went away with time. Plus, he couldn’t just stop working. The farm needed to be tended to every day. There were no days off in this line of work.

It had been particularly bad when helping Stone carry newly bought bags of feed for the chickens. He had done this a million times before, it was no different, but this time around, Robotnik had struggled to lift the bags off of his truck. Stone had noticed. Robotnik’s movement’s were rigid and sluggish, immediately setting off warning bells in Stone’s head. Despite his age, Robotnik had never been either of those.

“Sir, are you okay?” Stone asked, concern evident in his tone.

“What? I’m fine.” Robotnik argued, although he knew Stone was onto him. He wouldn’t be able to hide it forever, but he could damn well try. He didn’t need Stone’s pity or insistent nagging.

Stone was not convinced, but he let it slide. From there, he started to watch Robotnik more attentively than he had been - and he had already been pretty attentive of the man in the first place.

After moving the bags to their respective locations, next came pouring the feed into their containers which required them to lift the bags once again. Robotnik was not as subtle as the last. His arm ended up giving out and he dropped the bag back onto the ground before it reached the top of the bin.

“Fuck,” was mumbled under his breath. The bags of feed weren’t even that heavy, yet he was struggling. Robotnik opted to ignore it, but Stone didn’t. Something was wrong and Robotnik refused to acknowledge it.

“Yur hurting.” Stone concluded.

“No.” Robotnik knew he had to come up with a quick excuse. “The bag slipped outta my hand. Itz nothen.”

“Sir.”

“Don’t.” Robotnik didn’t want to hear it, but he knew what was coming.

“You’ll only make it worse.” Stone tried to convince him.

“And what do you suggest I do? There’s no time for breaks.”

Stone thought for a moment, knowing there wasn’t much he could say to convince Robotnik to take an actual break.

“How ‘bout we get you some water n yah just rest for a bit. I’ll do the rest.”

“There’s far too much for yeh to do alone.”

“Sir, I’m not gonna letcha overexert yourself.”

“Then you can leave.” Had escaped Robotnik, he didn’t really want Stone to leave if he was being honest.

That stunned Stone a bit, but he could be just as stubborn as Robotnik. Plus, it was true, he wasn’t going to let Robotnik work through his injury. “I’m not leaving.” Stone stood his ground, he knew how difficult Robotnik could be, but he also knew after enough persuasion, Robotnik could be convinced. “It’ll only last longer if you keep pushing yourself.

“It’ll go away.” Robotnik continued with the task at hand, despite Stone’s insistence on taking a break.

“What about a massage?”

“Excuse me?” Robotnik was dumbfounded. Stone willingly wanted to give him a massage?

“A massage. Helps loosen muscles which increases blood flow.”

“I know what a massage is, imbecile.” Robotnik wasn’t entirely opposed by the idea, it did sound nice. His shoulder was aching. He hated being touched, but… it was tolerable when it was Stone.

Robotnik thought a little longer before giving in. “Fine.” He set the bag he was currently holding back onto the ground.

Stone closed one of the containers and tapped it, signalling Robotnik to sit. Robotnik lost a few layers, his black long sleeve button up was the only thing that remained. If he was going to get a massage, he was at least going to make sure he felt it.

He rolled his shoulders a few times before letting Stone start. “Right?” Stone asked just to confirm.

“Yes.”

Stone’s hands were gentle at first but increased in pressure, watching Robotnik in the process to ensure he wasn’t increasing the pain.

Robotnik mindlessly leaned into the touch. He could feel the warmth of Stone’s hands through the single layer. Something about it was sending Robotnik into a frenzy, despite how nice it felt. His touch was almost too much. It felt like it was burning his skin and his heart had started pounding so fast he thought it was going to burst out of chest. Was he sick? He felt sick.

Robotnik’s last straw was when Stone’s hands had started inching towards and down his spine. Robotnik abruptly stood up, Stone immediately pulled his hands away in response.

“That’s it,” Robotnik spat out before walking away and making a b-line for the horse barn.

Stone stared at him as he walked away, unsure of what he did wrong, but he knew better than to follow Robotnik in this state. Well, that was odd, Stone thought. He quickly went back to working on the task they had previously been working on before they got distracted.

Robotnik quickly saddled up Sterling and hopped on. The two headed straight towards the coulee.

Riding in the coulee always helped him regain his emotions. The familiarity of it all was calming, a way to escape the demanding calls of life. The wind flowing through his hair allowed him to feel some sort of freedom. The environment undisturbed by man.

The earlier situation with Stone was overwhelming to say the least. Unfamiliar feelings had become familiar. It started to reach new levels when he had started to think of Stone after hours and those feelings arose once again. Something was happening, something was changing. It irritated him to no end that he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was.

Despite riding down into the coulee to clear his head, it was anything but clear. Stone had made his heart beat so loud he could hear it in his ears. The earlier situation playing loops in his head did not help his frantic heart.

His shoulder did, surprisingly, feel better, even though Stone hadn’t been able to massage it for very long. Stone’s hands digging into his skin had felt overwhelming, yes, but not the same kind of overwhelming that happened when other people touched him. It was almost the opposite, it was far too comfortable rather than uncomfortable. Weird, that’s never happened before, Robotnik thought.

Perhaps, Robotnik did like Stone in some capacity. He enjoyed Stone’s company. It got lonely on the farm and Stone was above the rest of the sidewinder’s, he could admit that much. Stone always listened to him rant without a single complaint. He put up with the worst parts of him, the ones that once revealed, usually scared people away. He even tried purposefully pushing Stone away, yet here he still was. On time everyday, working his heart out and even choosing to stay longer than his given work hours. Stone had even improved the farm! Every other lackey was content to just do their work, but not Stone. Stone went above and beyond. He really was a sycophant.

And that damn smile. Always stirring up feelings without fail. What did he have to smile about every day when he worked with Robotnik? He continuously pushes him, hits him, berates him, and yet. Yet, Stone stays. Stone remains a constant. What was he getting out of all this? Really, the pay couldn’t be that great to endure all that on an everyday basis, as evident from all the previous lackeys.

Maybe there was a chance Stone enjoyed his company. He had to face the facts. Why would Stone invite him out for a night on the town if he didn’t like him?

Robotnik couldn’t ignore the fact that he had been the one to cuddle Stone. No, it wasn’t Stone cuddling him, it was him cuddling Stone.

Robotnik found himself feeling almost guilty for snapping at Stone trying to help with his shoulder. That. That was also new. When did he start to care about how Stone felt? Nothing puzzled Robotnik more than Stone. He was an anomaly. A flower in a field of weeds.

This ride was not calming Robotnik whatsoever. He could feel the heat seeping into his cheeks as he thought more and more about Stone. Curse that man! Ruining his ride that has been calming to him for decades.

Robotnik carried on his ride a bit longer, hoping his thoughts about Stone would stop crowding his head, but they never did.

He finished his track down in the coulee before returning to the barn to then find Stone. Stone had been found coddling the goats with Shadow and Sage alongside him. Was one of the goats wearing Stone’s hat? Nevermind that, Robotnik had relaxed slightly at the sight of Stone. He didn’t even know he was tense about the possibility that Stone had actually left. The sight of him with the goats, the dog, and the cat that had claimed him was kind of cute. He definitely had a way with animals.

Maybe it was his turn to ask Stone to do something after work hours. The thought of going out into town made him shudder. That was off the table.

Robotnik walked into the pen with an idea. Sage was the first one to notice his presence, her little body wiggled happily at the sight. He crouched down to pet her.

“Hi, Sagey Wagey,” he cooed. Sage rolled onto her back to expose her belly to him.

Stone adored the sight in front of him, relieved to see the other man back. Robotnik’s nickname for Sage was new, at least to Stone it was. He has never heard him call her that nor did he know how long he has been calling her that. Didn’t matter, Stone didn’t know he could fall more in love with Robotnik, but here he was.

Stone finally decided to speak up. “How was yur ride?”

“Could’ve been better.” Robotnik answered honestly.

“Sorry to hear that, sir. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Stay.” Robotnik tried to say casually, but Stone could tell there was a bit of hesitancy from the man in front of him. Robotnik’s eyes were pinned on the dog, avoiding Stone’s own.

“What do you mean?” Stone was going to say yes either way, but he wanted to know exactly what Robotnik was thinking.

“Stay over tonight. I heard there’s an aurora borealis tonight, and if not, we can watch the stars instead. Sound like a deal?”

Stone felt like a teenager again. Robotnik was asking him to stay over? The other times had been due to forced proximity. Not that Stone had minded. But this? Robotnik was asking Stone unprompted. It was especially surprising with Robotnik’s earlier behaviour.

“I’d love to, sir.” Stone was overjoyed to, once again, spend the night with Robotnik. Although, he’d probably be sent to the guest room this time. Unfortunate.

“We’ll take my truck down into the coulee. Trees and incessant light won’t obstruct our view. Gets very chilly. Wear layers.”

“This is all I got.” Stone pointed towards his current clothes.

“Ugh. Haven’t you learned to bring spares?”

“I haven’t gotten ‘round to replacing my spares since the last time yah pushed me in the water trough.”

“Not my fault! You should always be prepared, Stone!”

“Of course, sir. My fault.” Stone chuckled. Robotnik couldn’t keep the grin off his face from successfully getting Stone to smile - not that he had to try very hard. What did he do to deserve it?

“And fine, whatever. Before you ask, you can borrow one of my jackets.” Robotnik was just as surprised as Stone that that had left his mouth.

“Really?”

“Don’t make me change my mind.”

Stone chuckled again. “I’ll try not to.”

“Good.”

Robotnik had picked Sage up at some point, unable to resist the cuteness of the fluffball. She was more than happy to rest in his arms. However, the goats weren’t too happy with Robotnik’s attention focused on the dog. One in particular head-butted Robotnik right in the shin.

“Son of a bitch!” Robotnik moved away, trying to keep Sage secured in his arms. Stone couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. “Sage and I are out of here.” Robotnik turned on his heel and carried Sage and himself out of the pen. “Those pesky goats!”

Robotnik might not admit it, but it was easy to see he was attached to the dog.

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After the work day was done, the two men hungout in Robotnik’s house until the sun dipped behind the horizon. Robotnik, as per usual, went on a rant about various artists and albums. They enjoyed dinner together.

Both of them watched the time carefully. Robotnik was the first to speak up once the sky was dark enough.

“Let’s party, Stone!” Robotnik jumped up and headed for the closet near his front door that held his various jackets. Stone followed him as he always did.

“Hmm. No. Nope. Not that one.” He searched through them as he had a specific one in mind for Stone.

“Aha! This one!” Robotnik pulled out a purple, brown, and white plaid fleece jacket for Stone. “Never been worn. Not my style.” Robotnik turned to him, throwing the jacket around Stone’s shoulder, pulling it tight as Stone slipped his arms into it. It fit him perfectly, like it was meant to be his. Robotnik held onto the lapels of the jacket for far longer than he needed to.

They both could feel the heat rise to their cheeks. Damn, did Stone look good in this jacket. Robotnik cleared his throat and let go of the lapels.

“Thank you, sir.” Stone smiled.

Robotnik waved him off as he turned to grab his own jacket, a black and red plaid fleece. He quickly slid it on and left through the front door. Stone grabbed the keys that sat by the door on his way out.

“Grab a blanket. One thatcha wanna lay on.” Robotnik informed Stone while opening the driver side door.

“Yur driving?” Stone questioned, used to being the driver.

“You won’t know the best spot.”

“You’ll need these.” Stone offered him the keys. Robotnik snatched them out of his hand before climbing into the driver's seat. Stone quickly darted into the main garage to grab a blanket. There were stacks of them spread out throughout the farm for various uses.

Stone knew which one he was going for before even reaching the shelves. He had knitted one specifically for Robotnik - not that the man used it, but the sentiment was there. It had various multi-coloured flowers knitted together to make one big blanket.

Stone found it sitting on the highest shelf, unused. It still looked like the day Stone made it. The other blankets had a variety of stains and were often used for makeshift cat beds. Stone’s handmade blanket was untouched, kept safe by the unreachable height.

Embarrassingly, Stone had to use his tippy toes to reach the blanket, being quite a bit shorter than the man that designed and owned the farm. He was eventually able to grab it before heading back to Robotnik.

Stone climbed into the passenger seat. It was an odd feeling considering he was always driving, not Robotnik. The music was turned down as he entered.

“Took yeh long enough.” Robotnik stated.

“Sorry, sir.”

Robotnik didn’t reply, instead, he kicked the truck into gear and made his way down to the coulee on the path between the horse and cow fields. Robotnik was far from careful on the bumpy ride down. It felt like a rollercoaster ride. Robotnik was definitely using his truck like a truck.

Robotnik parked the vehicle away from the trees and near the stream, quickly exiting. The only sound was the flow of water, rustling of trees, and the faint sound of cows mooing.

Stone exited and headed to the bucket of the truck where Robotnik was already opening the hatch.

“Ight, lay the blanket out my trusty barnacle.” Robotnik gestured to the bed of the truck.

Stone obliged instantly. He climbed up into it and laid the blanket down onto the hard surface, careful not to step on it with his boots. When done, he sat on the hatch, legs dangling off the edge. He tapped the spot beside him with a smile. Robotnik lifted himself onto the hatch beside Stone, wincing slightly at the ache in his shoulder, his legs also dangling off the edge.

They sat in silence, looking up at the stars before Robotnik eventually laid down onto his back with his hands behind his head. Stone joined him shortly after, resting his hands on stomach. The night sky down in the coulee was gorgeous, uninterrupted by light pollution, stars shining brightly.

The silence was comforting, but something in Robotnik itched to converse with the man beside him. Get to know him more personally, perhaps.

Robotnik cleared his throat. “So… you got a wife?” Robotnik mentally cursed himself for the question. Why would he ask such a thing and since when did he care?

Stone tensed slightly at the question, unsure how he should go about answering. He might as well tell Robotnik the truth. Jack had basically told Robotnik, right? He knew, he had to. After running into Jack, there was no way he didn’t.

“I uh- I’m gay.”

“Oh. So Jack was right?”

“Y-yeah, he was. I uh- hope that doesn’t change anything.” Stone was shaking slightly at this point, although he couldn’t tell if it was from the conversation or the weather.

Robotnik scoffed. “What? Of course not! Yer still Stone and you’ll always be Stone. Nothing will change that.” Robotnik literally punched Jack for the way he spoke about Stone! What was Stone so worried about?

Stone relaxed. “Thank you, sir.” Stone was hesitant to continue, but he thought he would carry on anyways. “Jack outed me to my parents back when I lived with them.”

“Asshole.” Robotnik shook his head.

Stone chuckled, the tenseness leaving his body. “They kicked me out as soon as they found out. I haven’t talked to them since. Not that I want to.” He’d never told anyone the naked truth about the situation. Always skipped parts so he didn’t have to admit what really happened. “I’ve tried keeping in touch with my brothers.”

“Pft. You don’t need them. I never knew my parents and I turned out just fine! Family is a field of emotional claymores that leave you abandoned, betrayed, and weeping while yeh eat cake.”

Stone turned to look at Robotnik, his feelings evident on his face. “You never knew yur parents?”

Robotnik could see Stone staring at him in his peripheral vision, but he didn’t turn his own head. “No. I have no parents, no aunts, no uncles.”

“I'm sorry to hear that, sir.”

“I don’t need yur pity and I certainly don’t need them.” A bitter tone appeared in Robotnik’s voice.

Stone sat up to look Robotnik in the eye. “I wasn’t aware, sir. I am truly sorry for bringing up the topic.”

“Will yeh ever quit apologizing?”

“Probably not.” Stone chuckled before lying back down.

“Ugh.” Robotnik groaned, rolling his eyes in the process. Robotnik wanted to loop back to the topic that started it all, as he couldn’t quite smother his curiosity. Odd. Robotnik had never been interested in anyone’s social life.

“So… do you have a husband then?” Robotnik wasn’t sure now that he asked the question if he really wanted to know the answer.

“Uh, no.”

“Eyes on anyone?”

A furious blush appeared across Stone’s cheeks. He felt like he was being interrogated at this point. He cleared his throat before speaking. “No. You?”

“Neither. Something ‘bout my attitude renders me undesirable to all possible genders.”

Stone put everything he had into holding himself back from confessing his love to Robotnik right then and there. He was not undesirable!

“I doubt that, sir. Yur magnificent in every sense of the word.”

Robotnik could feel the heat creeping up his neck. “Hm. Thank you, sycophant.”

Comfortable silence laced the two men once again. The aurora borealis started to shine later into the night, lighting up the night sky with several colourful hues.

Robotnik was staring at the sky with complete awe. It was gorgeous, the colours mixed with the beauty of the stars.

“Itz lovely ain’t it?” Robotnik asked, eyes fixed onto the sky overhead.

“It is, sir.” Stone whispered, not staring at the stars and lights hanging above them. He was looking at the star beside him. A lopsided smile crossed Stone’s face. He is gorgeous, Stone thought.

Robotnik looked over to Stone to confirm he was looking at the stars. He was not. He had caught Stone staring at him. Stone quickly looked away, heat immediately seeped into his cheeks. He was thankful for the lack of light.

“Yur not watchin’ nothen!” Robotnik shoved Stone’s face away, a similar heat creeped onto his cheeks.

A laugh escaped Stone. “I was. I was.” Stone tried to convince him while he sat up onto his forearms.

Robotnik sat up to point at Stone. “Liar.” A smile creeped onto his face.

“C’mon. Just lay back down. Yur missing the view now.”

“Fine.” Robotnik grumbled. He lied back down, getting comfortable again.

The brisk draft had started to pick up and seep into their jackets. The chill started to settle on their skin, the heat from the sun long gone.

Stone shivered during a more powerful gust of wind, the feeling of goosebumps apparent under his clothes. The tingling sensation in his hands increasing. He rubbed them together as an attempt to warm them up.

“Cold?” Robotnik asked.

“A little.”

An idea came to Robotnik. He wasn’t sure what possessed him, but he couldn’t stop himself now.

Robotnik turned onto his side and wrapped his arm around Stone, pulling Stone close to him, bodies touching. A small squeak escaped Stone at the sudden motion and warmth. He tensed slightly at the contact. Robotnik leaned his head onto Stone’s shoulder, Stone’s arm uncomfortably squished between their bodies. Stone awkwardly shifted his arm out between them, Robotnik lifting his head slightly to let him move it. He wrapped his arm around Robotnik.

Stone could feel his entire body burning, especially under Robotnik’s grasp. The chill that ran through his body had disappeared completely. The warmth from Robotnik started to leak into his various layers. Stone was starting to sweat.

“Better?” Robotnik eventually asked.

“Yes.” Stone’s voice was barely audible.

Robotnik settled into Stone’s body, closing his eyes as Stone relaxed. He could stay here forever. The warmth of another, for once, comfortable. He didn’t really want to leave his current spot.

Something tugged at his heartstrings at the thought. A slow realization started to creep up.

Ah Fuck. He did love Stone in a romantic sense. The revelation made his heart swell. Jack was right in a sick and twisted way. All those new feelings started to fall into place. Why else would he feel that way? Why else did he gravitate towards the man beside him? It was the logical conclusion in the end.

Well shit. There was no way in hell Stone loved him back. Maybe that was what took him so long to realize. All his life he has been discarded, ignored, mistreated, and rejected. Stone was a gift that somehow got bestowed to him. The world was cruel. Given something he can’t have.

At least the entire problem with his feelings was solved, now time to deal with a new issue.

If he loved Stone then he might as well convince him to stick around. Robotnik had already started to conjure up an idea in his mind. Perhaps a gift was in store. Something that would surely get Stone to stay.

For now, he was more than content to lay with Stone under the night sky. He was starting to feel tired, the day weighing down on him. The faint sound of Stone breathing, weirdly, had a calming effect, which was quite hard to hear if you weren’t paying attention to it. It didn’t take long before Robotnik had fallen into a restful sleep.

Stone had noticed the rise and fall of Robotnik’s chest had evened out, indicating he had fallen asleep. Stone shifted into a more comfortable position around Robotnik. He did his best not to disturb him and to his satisfaction, he was successful. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he closed his eyes. The night breeze didn’t feel so cold anymore. Stone eventually dozed off.

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Stone arrived bright and early as he did every day. The only difference was Robotnik waiting for him when he pulled up. He stood there with a smirk under his moustache and his hands held behind his back. Sage sat beside him, her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth.

Stone pulled into his usual spot, stepping out of the car.

“Good morning, sir!” Stone approached Robotnik with an eager smile. Sage got up to greet him, tail wagging with excitement.

“Mornin’, Stone. ” The grin on Robotnik’s face only widening as Stone neared.

“Good morning, Sage!” Stone crouched down to pet her. “Who’s a good girl? It’s you. It’s you!” Stone cooed as he scratched Sage’s belly. She was starting to grow like a weed.

“Do yeh trust me?” Robotnik asked out of the blue.

“With my life.” Stone answered sincerely.

“Really?” Robotnik was honestly surprised with his response. “You shouldn’t. Doesn’t matter. Close yer eyes.”

Stone obliged without question. “Nevermind, you can’t be trusted not to peak.” Robotnik shuffled behind Stone, covering his eyes with one hand, his other hand resting on Stone’s shoulder.

Robotnik started to gently push Stone forward. “Walk.”

Curiosity was starting to get the better of him. “What’s the occasion?”

“You’ll see.”

“Okay.” Excitement started to run through him.

Sage had run in front of Stone a couple times causing him to stumble, but the two had made it pretty far without Stone tripping - until they came up to a gopher hole. Stone’s foot had snagged the opening, causing him to fall forward. Robotnik’s instincts acted instantly, catching him midfall, his hands wrapping around Stone’s waist.

“We don’t need yeh breakin’ yerself before we get there.” Robotnik stated while repositioning Stone to standing.

“Sorry, sir.” Stone had kept his eyes closed for a majority of the interaction to not ruin the surprise despite the gnawing urge to look at Robotnik’s hands that were burning on his waist.

Robotnik shifted his hands back to their previous positions. “No tripping this time.”

“Got it.” Stone nodded. Robotnik began to push him forward again, more careful where he was steering Stone.

They slowly made their way to the fence that penned in Sterling. Stone could take a pretty good guess where they were headed from the familiar route, wondering what Robotnik was surprising him with.

Robotnik had come to a sudden stop, his own excitement shooting through him. There was no chance that Stone wasn’t going to love his gift. He had to. What cowboy wouldn’t?

Robotnik removed his hands. “You can look now.”

Stone slowly opened his eyes. They were standing outside the horse's fence. A brown and white horse could be seen standing beside Sterling in the distance. It seemed like the two were already getting along from what Stone could see. Sage laid down between Robotnik and Stone.

“You got a new horse?” Stone looked at Robotnik with confusion.

“No.” His grin never faltered.

“Then who’s is it?”

“Itz yers.”

Did he hear that correctly? Stone had to be dreaming. “M-mine?” He stammered.

“Yes yers yeh imbecile. Who else would it be for?”

“Putain de merde, c'est le plus beau jour de ma vie.” Stone said, disbelief evident in his voice and across his face.

“Vous parlez français?” Robotnik was slightly surprised at the revelation.

“Oui.” Stone didn’t realize Robotnik also knew french, but he could’ve guessed that. “You got a horse for me?” Stone couldn’t quite fathom that Robotnik of all people had got him one.

“When did this happen?”

“Picked her up yesterday. Been in the plans for weeks.” A smug smile crossed Robotnik’s face. It had actually been quite difficult for him to keep it from Stone for so long. “Clydesdale, by the way.”

“I was about to say. She’s basically the same size as Sterling.” Stone was staring at what was now his horse. “Does she have a name?”

“Not one I remember.” Robotnik leaned onto the fence post in front of him.

Stone chuckled. “Are you naming her?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course not, imbecile. Itz yer horse, isn’t it?”

“I suppose it is.” Stone still couldn’t quite grasp it. He had a horse again! His disbelief started to turn into excitement. A smile started to creep onto his face.

“So… What are you gonna name ‘er?”

Stone thought for a moment. “I’ve always liked Clementine. Clem for short.”

“Hm, not bad. Shall we go say hello?”

“I’d love to.” Stone’s smile reached his eyes.

The two men turned and headed for the horse barn to grab leads and enter the enclosed area, Sage trotting closely behind. Stone was giddy and Robotnik was glad it had been a success. His doubts had started to surface after he had agreed to pick the horse up.

Stone opened the barn door for Robotnik, but had to stop Sage from entering. She wasn’t quite at the point where she could be trusted to not bother the horses, still deep into the training stage.

“Sorry, Sage.” Stone apologized. “It’s not safe for yeh just yet.” He shut the door, careful not to get her caught.

Sage sat at the door for a while as the two walked into the field before prancing off somewhere else.

“I just have one question.” Stone spoke up while grabbing the leads.

“Mm, carry on.” Robotnik’s interest was piqued, although he could sense what he wanted to ask.

“Why? Why get me a horse?”

“It was about time Sterling got a friend. Plus, I could use a riding partner.” Robotnik answered with earnesty and only part of the whole truth.

“Really?” Stone was overjoyed. Robotnik had already planned for them to go on rides together? This really must be a dream, Stone concluded.

“Yes, really.”

“Thank you, sir. How can I ever thank you enough? This is the best surprise I’ve ever gotten.” Stone couldn’t wipe the stupid lovesick smile off his face. Just another reason that convinced Stone that Robotnik wanted to keep him around.

“Of course it is, Stone. I’m the one who got it. Do yeh understand the meaning of a gift? I don’t expect anything in return. Except for your work, obviously.” The two men started to walk out the other door of the barn into the pen.

“Thank you again, sir. Really. It means a lot.”

“Yer welcome, Stone.” Robotnik couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face either.

Stone approached his newly acquired horse with awe. She was gorgeous, with fluffy hooves and a somewhat shaggy haircut. Robotnik watched with great satisfaction as Stone admired Clementine. Robotnik had searched far and wide for the perfect horse for Stone.

“She's quite a laid back horse. Hopefully she’s the same way while riding.” Robotnik informed him.

“Guess we’ll find out, won’t we?” Both horses were unbothered by the presence of humans. Stone reached out to pet her, and Clementine leaned into the touch. A small “awe” escaped Stone. He was already attached.

“Shall we go for a test ride?” Robotnik asked. He was itching to finally ride with someone.

“Of course, sir!” Stone was giddy to be able to ride again. It had been far too long.

The two led their respective horses back to the barn after dressing the lead. The horses followed with practiced ease.

Robotnik saddled up Sterling as Stone did the same to Clementine. Robotnik hopped on immediately while Stone double checked everything to ensure it all fit right and comfortably. Sterling sauntered out of the barn back into the pen, Clementine following behind after Stone had jumped on. They were going to test the waters in the fenced area, a bit hesitant of Clementine running off.

“It’s been awhile. I might be a bit rusty.” Stone explained while they walked deeper into the open field.

“Nonsense.” Robotnik assured him.

“She seems tah be doing well so far.” Stone examined. Clementine trotted along, her hair flowing in the slight breeze.

“Good.”

The two galloped around for a while longer before returning to the barn and undressing the horses so they could focus on their daily chores. They agreed to go for a ride later and dip down into the coulee.

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After their work was done in the sweltering heat, they made their way back to Sterling and Clementine who were currently grazing in the field.

As they did earlier that day, they led the horses back to the barn to get saddled up. Instead of heading back into the fenced area, they sauntered past the goats pen and storage grains to a shaded path down into the coulee. It was quite a long way down when not taken by a vehicle, but both men were more than content with each other's presence.

“Where did yah get her?” Stone attempted to strike conversation.

“Bennington Farms.”

“That’s way down south.” Stone noted.

“Yeah, it was a helluva drive, especially for one night.” Robotnik casually said, looking around the landscape.

Stone’s eyes widened. “One night? That is unbelievable, sir.”

“Yeh better appreciate it.”

“I very much do.” Stone said, nodding quickly, a smile on his face. “That’s actually where I got my old horse. My brothers work with ‘em and I was able to bring ‘er home for much less than they were askin’.”

“That sounds suspiciously nice of ‘em.”

“They can be, sometimes. It’s just what it’s like being the youngest. They’re both older than I am and I was always easy to pick on. Helped me grow thick skin. I wouldn’t be who I am today without ‘em.” Stone reassured Robotnik.

“Gross. Take that sentimentalism elsewhere.”

“Apologies, sir, but it’s true.”

“And what did they do to yeh exactly for you tah grow thick skin?” Robotnik had to admit he was slightly curious to hear more about Stone’s dysfunctional family considering he never had a family of his own.

Stone chuckled at the memories that flashed through his mind. “There’s quite a list.”

“I’ve got nothen’ better to do, so spit it out.”

Stone thought for a moment. “They would often gang up on me. I’d end up biting them in defence, then I was the one that got in trouble.”

“So yer a biter, eh?”

“Yeah.” Stone chuckled again.

“I can see that.” Robotnik stated with a smirk.

Stone nodded. “Derrin, who’s the oldest, chased me around with our father’s swiss army knife one time. He ended up nicking me on the arm. My other brother just laughed. I still got the scar.”

“Where were yer parents?” Robotnik was slightly concerned.

“Workin’ on the farm. My brothers and I had finished our chores for the mornin’.”

“The more I hear, the worse they get.”

“Tough love I suppose.”

“Tough love my ass.”

Stone continued. “There was one time we took our father’s truck out for a spin. Derrin snuck us into the bar. That’s how I learned how to ride the mechanical bull, although not when drunk.”

“And the keener turns out to be a troublemaker. Was I surprised? No.”

“That’s not the worst part.” Stone chuckled.

“Oh?”

“Rowan and I had found out after that Derrin didn’t ask to borrow the truck.”

“Of course he didn’t. I could’ve guessed that.”

“He ended up ditching it on the way home cuz he wasn’t payin’ attention. We were fine, but I did end up getting caught in the barbed wire tryin’ to get out. Still got that scar too.”

“How did you even manage that?” Confusion evident on his face.

“If I remember correctly, Rowan had pushed me out of the truck after I had opened the door. I went flying out onto the fence.”

“Yer brothers were real shitheads.” Robotnik observed.

“Yeah.” Stone had to admit they were.

“Would yeh go back and change it if you could?”

“No, cuz then I probably wouldn’t have ended up here.” Stone had answered him quite quickly.

“You like it here more than the dream of a functional family?”

“Yes.” Uncertainty was absent from Stone’s voice.

Robotnik was slightly stunned at the admission. “But why?”

“Cuz yur brilliant, sir. You have passion and drive unlike any other. You strive for perfection and beyond. Everything you do is with care whether you admit it or not. What isn’t there to love?”

Robotnik’s mouth was slightly agape. He was rendered speechless, a very rare occasion for him. Robotnik coughed as an attempt to regain composure. “Thank you, Stone.”

“Of course, sir.” Stone’s familiar smile stretched across his face. His eyes darted back to the surrounding landscape. “Stay gold, Ponyboy. Stay gold.” His voice much quieter than before.

“Oh, but don’t you know nothing gold can stay?” Robotnik teased.

The two continued to chatter as they rode, doing so until the sun set and even then were reluctant to go back. Their days spent together started to stretch longer and longer.

Sterling and Clementine clicked together like a puzzle piece. The two became inseparable. Where one went, the other was bound to follow.

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The two were due a break. What better way than to spend it out west in the mountains? Stone had asked Tom to watch the farm for the weekend. Robotnik was reluctant to even go on vacation at first, but he ended up coming around as Stone had an answer for all of his excuses.

Stone was currently stuffing the last of their luggage into the back, leaving one of the backseats open for Sage to sit in. Loading Sage and the horses was last on their list - wanting them to spend as little time as possible locked up.

They both did multiple rounds of the farm, ensuring everything would survive their absence and the presence of a different caretaker. Robotnik was always hesitant to leave his farm, but a weekend away would do him some good.

Stone had moved onto loading Sterling and Clementine into the trailer. Robotnik was doing the final rundown before joining Stone in the truck. Sage followed him during this round as Stone was busy. She was starting to reach her full size and was no longer a little puppy. Stone had trained her well, even with Robotnik’s babying.

Stone whistled for Sage, and she charged straight for Stone at the sound. The back door was open, Stone waited for her to jump in before closing it behind her. Sage didn’t get to go for car rides often, and it was one of her favourite activities. Everyone was now waiting on Robotnik who took his sweet time. Finally, Robotnik emerged from the house.

Robotnik climbed into the passenger seat, having completed his final sweep of the place.

“Ready to go, sir?” Stone asked.

“Let’s hit the road!” Robotnik replied while turning on the radio as he normally did.

Everybody's gonna make mistakes

But everybody's got a choice to make

Everybody needs a leap of faith

Stone nodded while switching into gear. With such precious cargo, Stone opted to follow driving laws. The drive was only a few hours, they'd get there with plenty of time in the sun.

When are you taking yours?

What are you waiting for?

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Stone had booked a cabin to stay in for the weekend. Smooth highways gradually turned into bumpy gravel roads.

“Three deer!” Stone pointed at the trees in the distance.

“Huh?” Robotnik was utterly confused.

“Sorry, force of habit.”

“Why the hell are you calling out deer?”

“It's a game my family used to play. Everytime you see a deer you call it out.”

“What do you win?”

Stone shrugged. “Nothen.”

“Seems dumb.” Robotnik huffed, leaning back in his seat with his arms crossed. Stone chuckled at the response.

They pulled into the driveway shortly after that. Unloading the horses was first and foremost while Sage scouted the area. The cabin was in a remote location away from civilization, but close to the river. The forest that surrounded them offered many paths for venturing later on.

After getting Sterling and Clementine situated, Stone moved onto bringing their luggage in while Robotnik wandered through the log cabin. He observed it had two bedrooms, meaning him and Stone were sleeping separately which tugged a little at his heartstrings.

“This’ll do, sycophant.” Robotnik leaned on the doorframe of the smaller bedroom with his arms crossed as Stone unpacked his belongings. The cabin would be adequate for the weekend, not completely up to par with Robotnik’s standards, but it would do.

“I’m glad you think so, sir.” Stone smiled. He had ensured the place they were staying at would fit all their needs. “Hungry?” Stone asked.

“Starving.”

“On it.” Stone shuffled past Robotnik in the doorway.

Robotnik followed him into the kitchen which was smaller than he liked and it had zero spinning chairs. He disappointedly sat down at the kitchen table and watched Stone prep their meal.

After they had finished settling down, Stone and Robotnik decided to go for a short ride to get familiar with the area. They opted for the roads, leaving the paths for the next day so they could truly appreciate it. Both men were worn out from the drive, plus they could wear out Sage easier on a straight road without the hazard of roots. Sage was always determined to keep up with Robotnik and Stone, hating the feeling of being left behind.

Their ride ended up lasting longer than they had anticipated. It was dinner by the time they returned. Stone suggested they go into the nearby town for a bite as there were other items they needed to pick up, including marshmallows for tonight’s roast and smokies for tomorrow’s dinner. Much of the food was left behind to conserve space in the truck for other essentials.

The town was filled with rustic styled buildings that complimented the surrounding environment and highlighted the decade it was established. It was a breath of fresh air from their current, rundown, shit show of a town - as Robotnik would call it. A convenient store was located near the edge of the town where they would pick up supplies on the way back to the cabin.

Stone and Robotnik ventured farther into town for a place to eat. Stone found a small restaurant away from the hot spots. A quiet chatter filled the building as they ate. They were out as quickly as they went in, opting not to spend much time in town.

Stone ran into the convenient store on their way out of town to pick up their supplies. Robotnik waited in the truck with the music blasting. Strangers glared as they walked past.

'Cause nobody wants to be the last one there

'Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares

Someone to love with my life in their hands

There's gotta be somebody for me like that

'Cause nobody wants to go it on their own

And everyone wants to know they're not alone

There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere

There's gotta be somebody for me out there

Stone returned, placing the newly acquired supplies onto the backseat and hopping into the driver's seat. The cabin was about a half hour trip from town, just as Robotnik liked it, away from civilization with Stone by his side.

They returned, Sage greeted them at the door with her usual excitement. Stone made a b-line to the kitchen to put the groceries away. Robotnik sauntered into his bedroom to grab one of his seventeen jackets before meeting Stone back outside at the fire pit.

Stone grabbed the purple plaid jacket Robotnik had given him that hung on the coat rack. He donned his stetson as he had left it behind on their trip into town, Robotnik refusing to let go of his own. Stone held the back door open for Robotnik as they exited the cabin in favour of a fire. Sage followed them out.

Robotnik set up the folding chairs they had brought while Stone grabbed wood from the neatly stacked pile against the cabin. Stone gently placed the logs into the fire pit and stuffed kindling underneath. Robotnik positioned the chairs beside each other, keeping Stone close. He sat down and watched Stone finish up the fire before joining him.

“Comfortable, sir?” Stone asked as he leaned back into his chair. Sage settled down between the two men.

“Adequate. I figure we’ll be achin’ from these chairs in no time at all.” Robotnik commented.

“Sounds likely.” Stone agreed. “We can go back inside wheneveh yah feel like it, sir.” The fire crackled and the warmth was starting to spread outside the pit. The evening chill had started to settle.

Robotnik’s mind had started to wander already. “Did yeh bring the radio?”

“No.”

“Stone! You had one job! Why do I even-” Robotnik was cut off.

“I brought something else.” Stone interrupted him, attempting to reassure him. A gentle smile appeared across his face.

“Hm, like what?” Robotnik grumbled.

“Give me a second, sir.” Stone jumped up from his seat and ran to the truck. Stone had packed everything for the two of them leaving Robotnik oblivious to what he had up his sleeve. Stone returned with his guitar in hand.

Ah, Stone was going to be his source of music for the evening, Robotnik concluded. Heat immediately rose in his cheeks at the revelation.

“I hope you don’t mind. I’ve been practicing.” Stone sat back in his chair, quickly checking to see if his instrument was in tune.

“And what does my personal bard plan on playin’?”

“You’ll see.” Stone smirked while meeting Robotnik’s gaze.

“Oh will I now?” Robotnik quiered.

“If you let me start, you’ll figure it out quite quickly.” Stone bantered.

“You’ve been gettin’ far too sassy, but fine. Play away.”

Stone angled his chair to face both the fire and the other man. Robotnik followed suit so they were just about face to face. Stone began to pluck at the strings and tap his foot. The familiar notes of You Give Love A Bad Name cutting through the air.

“An angel's smile is what you sell. You promised me heaven, then put me through hell. Chains of love got a hold on me. When passion's a prison, you can't break free.” Stone’s voice appearing with the notes and creating an enchanting melody.

Robotnik stared at him with wide-eyes and mouth slightly agape. Stone learned how to play this song for him? Robotnik was stunned. If Stone was a siren, Robotnik wasn’t able to resist his call.

“Shot through the heart and you're to blame. You give love a bad name. I play my part and you play your game. You give love a bad name.” Stone stared at Robotnik with a lovesick expression as he played.

Robotnik could feel the intense heat rising to his cheeks under Stone’s gaze. He focused his eyes to the fire, moving his hand over his mouth as he did so. Robotnik peered back over to Stone, unable to resist the other man.

Stone continued unbeknownst to Robotnik’s inner turmoil. “Woah, you're a loaded gun. Oh, there's nowhere to run. No one can save me, the damage is done.”

The melody strung through the air, wind absent from the atmosphere allowing Stone to play clearly. The crackling of the fire was long forgotten as the only thing that plagued the minds of the men was the moment before them. Stone’s voice caught the full attention of a man who never gave a damn about anyone other than himself.

“You give love. You give love, bad name.” Stone drew out the last note.

“W-when did you learn this?” Robotnik sputtered out.

“I’ve been workin’ on it since that one night we got snowed in.” Stone admitted.

“That long?” Robotnik was baffled. Stone nodded in return, his smile reaching his eyes as it usually did. “It was… good. Great even. Nothen beats the original I fear, Stone, but yer a close second.” Robotnik tried to act like Stone’s performance hadn’t just made his heart swell, making it grow three sizes.

Stone had learned to read Robotnik like a book from working so close together. He could hear the compliment under the gruff words, deciphering what no one else could.

“Thank you, sir.” Stone cheered.

“Was that all yeh had up your sleeve?”

“I learned other songs too.”

“Bah, leave those for another night. Let's roast some sugar balls.”

“You mean marshmallows?” Stone clarified.

“That's what I said, isn't it?” Robotnik teased.

Stone chuckled at the response. “Sure is, sir. I’ll go grab ‘em.” Stone took his guitar with him back into the cabin. Sage stood up and followed him inside with curiosity.

Robotnik was left with the sound of silence and the occasional crackle of wood burning. He recalled the moments before, securing a spot in his memory for them.

Stone returned without his guitar, but with a bag of freshly bought marshmallows and roasting sticks in his hands. Sage followed with her eyes trained on the marshmallow bag. Stone sat back down, immediately setting the sticks into the fire to burn off any bacteria. Allowing enough time to pass, Stone pulled them back out and stood them upright against the fire pit so they could cool. Robotnik sat back and watched with a smile as his assistant did all the work. Sage sat back down between the chairs, eyes darting between Stone and the bag. Stone shook his head lightly at Sage, she eventually laid down in defeat.

Once the sticks were cool enough to use, Stone began placing the marshmallows onto the end for roasting. He stuck two on each rod and held it over the flames, careful not to set them on fire. He rotated them at an even pace, ensuring all sides were equally toasted. When done, he passed two over to Robotnik who was giddy like a little kid receiving candy. Robotnik had taken off one of his gloves so as to not get it sticky with sugar. Robotnik ate with satisfaction written across his face.

Stone couldn't help but admire the man in front of him. It wasn't often he took his gloves off. Robotnik had finished both of his by the time Stone had snapped out of it and took his first bite.

Before roasting more marshmallows, Stone tossed more wood on the fire. The flames came back to life and the heat made itself known once again.

Robotnik and Stone sat by the fire long after their conversation had come to a conclusion, both staring into the flames, contemplating. After a long stretch of silence, Robotnik eventually cleared his throat and made his way back to the cabin - a clear sign he was done for the day. Stone cleaned up the area and extinguished the fire before following Robotnik inside.

The cabin only had one bathroom so they were forced to share the space. Robotnik leaned on the doorframe as Stone brushed his teeth, waiting his turn while also taking the chance to look over Stone. His short sleeve shirt accentuated his toned arms. Robotnik couldn't help but stare. If Stone didn't want him looking then they shouldn't be on display, simple as that.

Later that night, Stone had discovered that Robotnik had been taking Sage in with him at night as she refused to move from “her spot” as Robotnik called it. Stone found it quite adorable that a gruff man like Robotnik had such a soft spot for such a furry creature, like parents who claim they don’t want a pet then get severely attached.

They both went to bed feeling warm.

---

The two had fallen into a familiar routine from previous nights spent together. Mornings consisted of Stone preparing breakfast for them both, a comfortable silence falling between them as they ate. Robotnik always ventured sluggishly to the kitchen to join Stone who would have been up for a while. Stone always allowed Robotnik to sleep in despite being scolded multiple times himself to wake up. The older man needed it. He worked himself to the bone day in and day out.

Today’s plan included a long, purposeful ride along the trails that sat beside the nearby river, and if they felt like it afterwards, renting a canoe to take onto the lake.

After letting breakfast settle, they started to prepare for the day ahead of them - well Stone did, Robotnik was busy playing with Sage who would be joining them for their ride. Stone could hear the playful growls coming from behind him as the duo was currently playing tug-a-war with a toy rope Stone had brought. Robotnik was losing and the occasional swear could be heard as Sage pulled him forward. Stone couldn’t help but chuckle at both the sight and sound.

It didn’t help that Clementine had been trying to lick him the entire time Stone had been trying to put her purple halter on which matched Stone’s current vest. Stone had personalized all of her equipment to separate the two horses - and to reflect his style of course. If he could get it in purple, he was getting it in purple. Stone had put her mane into buns to match his own before their trip, although hers was much neater than the one Stone currently had.

Robotnik sauntered over as Stone prepared Sterling for the ride, Sage followed behind closely, her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth. “Any longer, Stone, and I might die of boredom.”

“Yah seemed pretty occupied, sir.” Stone chuckled, reaching out to pat Sage on the head.

“Had to busy myself somehow while you took yer sweet ass time.”

“Apologies, sir. We should be good now.” Stone fastened the last of the equipment before backing off and making his way back to Clementine.

Robotnik jumped onto Sterling, calling Sage to join him. This was going to be interesting, Stone thought. Robotnik, at some point, had trained Sterling to kneel and Stone was extremely unaware. Sterling had kneeled down to allow Sage to join Robotnik on the saddle. When Sage was comfortable and stable, Sterling stood back up. Stone watched with amazement, a smirk appeared on Robotnik’s face once he caught Stone’s gaze.

Stone snapped back into reality once Sterling had started moving towards the gate. He caught up quickly and rode beside Robotnik. Sage laid comfortably in his lap. They had very obviously done this before and Stone had missed it. No point dwelling on it while it was happening right now in front of his eyes.

The river was just through the forest that sat behind the cabin. The density of the trees started to decrease when nearing the river, making the clear blue water visible. The rocks and sand that lay underneath were unobstructed. Once they had reached the rushing current, they followed the trails that ran alongside it. A blue, cloudless sky and mountains painted the background.

The two kept a slow, relaxed pace as they took in the scenery. It was a significant change from the prairies they were surrounded by back home. Every so often, the silent spell would break as one of them pointed out something they found interesting whether it be an odd looking tree or a pretty flower. The other would comment and the two men would fall into a comfortable conversation - Robotnik spitting out fun facts left, right, and centre - before going silent once again.

Shortly into the ride, Sage began to get antsy. Robotnik allowed her to hop off as both Robotnik and Stone were confident in her recall abilities, plus they were the only ones out there. They could let her run free for a while and so she did, checking back to ensure the men and their horses were still with her. She ventured into the bushes and back out. She would return with twigs and leaves trapped in her fur which Stone would have to unravel after their trip.

They continued for quite a ways until Sage had worn herself out. Stone found a place to rest and allow Sage to drink some water that didn’t come from a muddy puddle. It was a habit the men couldn’t seem to train out of her. If she was lucky, a frog inhabited the small body of water. Sage never once harmed them, she was fascinated more than anything. She was a lover, not a fighter, despite being a guard dog.

Stone had brought the saddle that had bags strapped to it so he could carry the necessities with them - most importantly, drinkable water. Stone dished out one of the bowls he had brought along for Sage, filling it with crystal clear water. Sage’s tongue cut through the water as Stone poured it in the container. She was thirsty. Stone let out a soft chuckle at Sage’s eagerness. Stone also set out a bowl of food for Sage just in case.

Robotnik decided to stay seated on Sterling while Stone supplied water to Sage. He held onto Clementine’s reigns even though he knew, for a fact, she wouldn’t stray far given a chance at freedom. Clementine stood as close as physically possible to Sterling. Robotnik had to push her over slightly so she wouldn’t crush his poor foot.

Clementine had reached her head over and nuzzled it into Sterling’s who leaned into the touch, quickly returning the gesture. Sterling’s deep obsidian mane fell down her face, covering one eye. She seemed unphased and continued touching her nose to Clementine’s.

Robotnik scoffed at the scene, but a certain somebody lingered in the back of his mind. He could feel heat creeping up his neck as the thought surfaced.

Stone was uncertain what exactly Robotnik was annoyed with at the moment. He stood back up and peered over to Robotnik who was still staring at the horses. “Everything alright, sir?”

“Not at all! Yer horse is messing with my horse!” Robotnik spat out.

Stone looked to the horses and found Clementine licking the side of Sterling’s head. “She’s just showing affection.”

“I know that, tinker tailor. It’s derivative! My horse is the pinnacle of excellence, I won’t have her getting distracted.” Robotnik complained.

“A lil’ love never hurt anyone. It’s the absence that does.” Stone made direct eye contact with Robotnik.

“And yer simple mind provides useless information yet again.” Robotnik glared at him. “Let’s just get goin’ so I don’t have to listen to yer blabbering any longer.”

“Of course, sir.” Stone kneeled down to clean up the bowls as Sage had wandered off moments prior. He gently set them back into the pockets of the saddle before hopping back on.

Robotnik led the way, continuing on the trail. Trees still lingered on both sides of trails, slightly obstructing the view of the mountains and the channel of water that sat in front. He was getting impatient. As a result, he signalled Sterling to quicken her trot - and she did. Both Clementine and Sage followed suit. Sterling began to gallop and the trees flew by.

The group only slowed down once they reached an opening where the trees no longer created a canopy above them. They were graced with a clear view of beauty. The sharp, protruding rocks took up most of their sight. White laced the very top of the mountain as spruce trees ran down the bottom half.

A rocky beach sat just ahead of them. Robotnik slowed to a stop as they approached, wanting to admire the scenery at a standstill instead of passing it by. He had no intention of climbing off of Sterling so Stone made no movement to get off either. Stone guided Clementine right beside Sterling. Stone and Robotnik’s feet were just barely touching.

Robotnik never got out much, unless it was for competitions, but even then, those weren’t very scenic. He relished the sight in front of him, committing it to memory. It was a sight to behold. Robotnik almost didn’t want to leave this moment. Here with Stone, taking in the stunning view. He could stay.

Robotnik snapped out of his thoughts when a familiar voice spoke up.

Stone avoided eye contact as Robotnik twisted his head towards him. “Can I confess something?” Stone asked while rubbing the back of his neck nervously with one hand while the other gently rubbed the edge of the saddle.

Robotnik noticed the hesitancy in Stone’s voice. His stomach tightened into a knot. “Go on, sycophant.” Robotnik replied with faux confidence to hide his own nervousness.

A moment passed before Stone spoke up. “These past couple of years have been amazing. I’ve never met someone so magnificent as you, sir. And I just wanted to tell you… I-I like you.” Stone admitted. He felt a pit forming in his stomach.

“Of course you like me. What isn’t there to like?” Robotnik prodded.

“Romantically.” Stone paused, wishing he hadn't said anything. The pit in his stomach deepened. He ruined it all! Why would he do that? “You.. You don’t have to reciprocate the feelings of course. I-I hope this doesn’t change anything between us.” Stone started to ramble. “If not, I can resign. You never have to see me again. I wouldn’t want to distract you from your work.” Stone let an awkward chuckle escape.

Robotnik’s head started to spin. This was far from where he expected the conversation to go. He needed to shut Stone up. Before he knew it, Robotnik was grabbing the lapels of Stone’s light purple vest and pulling him in.

Barely giving Stone time to react, their lips met. Stone tensed at the contact, his breath hitching before slowly melting into the kiss, wrapping one hand around Robotnik’s arm while the other held onto the saddle for balance.

Robotnik was twisted into an uncomfortable position on Sterling and was clearly inexperienced, making the kiss a bit awkward - but, it was also desperate. It held the emotions the men had been suppressing for months. Need and desire. Yearning for something they both thought they couldn’t have.

Robotnik was the first to pull away, purely because he was out of breath. His face was beat red as he stared at Stone. Robotnik wasn’t sure what came over him to do that, but he also wasn’t complaining. Kissing Stone was just as sweet as Robotnik had imagined. He slowly let go of Stone’s vest, but allowed Stone to continue holding his arm.

Stone was still a bit stunned that Robotnik of all people had just kissed him. Him! Stone couldn’t resist the big, goofy grin that spread across his face. He returned Robotnik’s gaze, the two able to admire one another without secrecy now that the cat was out of the bag.

Robotnik was the first to speak up. “I suppose… I have affection for you as well, Stone.” His voice quieter than normal as he admitted his own feelings with complete sincerity. A weight finally lifted off of his chest.

Stone chuckled. “I gathered that.”

“Had to shut you up somehow.” Robotnik smirked.

“Pretty efficient way of doing it. I wouldn’t mind if it became a regular occurrence.” Stone professed with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“Don’t test me.”

Stone pulled Robotnik in by the arm he was still holding for another kiss, one that was less intense, more comforting.

Robotnik returned it with uncharacteristic gentleness as if Stone was the most precious gem he had the pleasure of laying his hands on. He could feel Stone smiling into the kiss. He couldn't help but smile back. Both men burst into a fit of laughter. Stone’s hand gripped Robotnik’s arm harder for support.

“Idiot.” Robotnik teased affectionately. “Yer not going anywhere on my watch.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Robotnik swore he could feel his heart swelling. Stone was turning him into a sap. How dare such a man do such a thing! But, it also wasn’t the worst thing. He’s had walls built up around him since he was a child. It was almost nice to let them down, even if it was just a little.

Robotnik tuned back into the moment as Stone’s nervousness made a comeback. Stone was currently rubbing his thumb back and forth on Robotnik’s arm.

“Spit it out, Stone.” Robotnik commanded.

“I just- I don’t wanna ruin yur image. You’ve spent years creating this reputation and… I'm afraid of tainting it-” Stone used his other hand to gesture between them, “with our relationship.”

Robotnik hadn’t thought about that part. Did it really matter? Robotnik questioned. The thought of having to leave the spotlight just because of who he loved irked him massively, but on the other hand, “retiring” to the farm with Stone didn’t sound awful. Robotnik knew his glory days were over. He’s been competing less and less over the years. The travel for the competitions had become far too exhausting. Curse the human body for growing old.

“Don’t be absurd, Stone.” Robotnik replied.

“I don’t understand, sir.” Stone’s worries were not eased whatsoever.

Robotnik let a moment of silence pass before responding. “I’ve wanted a reason to step away, but life without the competitions seemed so boring and lonely. Then… you came into my life and maybe… maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to slow down for once.” Robotnik admitted with a fondness Stone had never heard before.

Stone could feel tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. He wasn’t entirely sure how to respond. Robotnik wanted to settle down with him? He had been extremely nervous to confess his feelings and it was all for nothing. His worries had no backing. He wanted to smother the man in front of him with the love he’s been harbouring since the beginning. The love that had been building for years. Stone’s self-control was at an all time high as he refrained from jumping at Robotnik with pure joy.

However, Robotnik was starting to get worried with the continued silence as Stone stared at him with wide eyes. Had he said something wrong? Did Stone not want that? Stone looked like he was on the verge of tears. He must’ve said something wrong. Robotnik looked away awkwardly, unsure of what to do if Stone really was about to cry.

“I’d like that, sir.” Stone finally professed. He wiped away the stray tear that had fallen.

Robotnik’s worries eased at the statement. “Good. Yer the only tolerable option.”

“Only tolerable, huh? Pretty sure yah just kissed me. Twice.” Stone teased.

“I only kissed yeh once! You kissed me the second time.” Robotnik argued.

“Apologies, sir.” Stone chuckled.

“Whatever. Our ride still awaits while you sit here and swoon me! Yer wasting precious time, sycoboyfriend.” Robotnik removed his arm from Stone’s grasp and darted back to the trail, his voice slowly fading out as he got further away. Sage followed Robotnik down the path, leaving Stone and Clementine in the dust.

Did Stone hear that right? Robotnik had just called him his boyfriend, right? He surely had to be dreaming. Stone could feel the butterflies in his stomach, threatening to overwhelm him at the thought of actually being Robotnik’s boyfriend. Stone couldn’t help the stupid grin as his mind raced. He caught up to Robotnik quite quickly and when he did, Robotnik slowed down.

The two continued riding for quite a bit longer before turning around as they had plans to venture into town.

---

They had rented a canoe to take onto the lake that sat near the town. Sage and the horses were, unfortunately, left behind.

Robotnik sat at the front scheming. To him, sitting still out on the lake was quite underwhelming. The view was breathtaking, but they’d been at a standstill for quite awhile now. Robotnik was starting to get antsy.

Before Stone could devise a plan, Robotnik was standing and shaking the canoe. Stone instinctively grabbed the sides of the raft.

“Sir!” Stone squawked.

“It’ll be fine, sycophant.” Robotnik smirked as he started to swing the canoe back and forth harder than he had started.

The edges had started to hit the water and a sense of panic had started to run through Stone.

Robotnik started cackling as he swung harder, but yelped when the canoe finally tipped, plunging him and Stone into the water. Robotnik and Stone held onto the side as their supplies floated beside them.

Stone glared at Robotnik with irritation. Something he very rarely had for Robotnik. The only upside, Robotnik’s messy, wet hair was making Stone feel things.

“Sir.” Stone huffed.

Robotnik looked away sheepishly. He’s never had to experience Stone being annoyed at him. It made Robotnik’s gut twist. He never wanted to be on the receiving end again.

Robotnik rolled his eyes. “Fine. Whatever. I may have gone too far.”

“Really?” Stone’s reply dripped with sarcasm.

After a few minutes of struggling, they were able to flip the canoe back over and haphazardly climb back in. Stone grabbed as much of their supplies as he could before heading back to land.

Both men were dripping wet. Robotnik was noticeably cold, goosebumps clear on his exposed skin.

Robotnik looked at Stone and smirked. “Guess I’ll need someone to warm me up.”

“You could've just asked.” Stone stated plainly.

“Stone, where’s the fun in that?”

Stone chuckled. He couldn’t be mad at Robotnik for long. “Always a game with you.”

“Don’t pretend yeh don't like it now. It's too late to turn around.” Despite feeling miserable, Robotnik couldn't help but tease Stone. It was too easy.

Stone shook his head with growing affection as he continued paddling back to land. Robotnik leaned back in his seat and watched Stone do all the work. A common occurrence.

When they hit the beach, Robotnik started shaking off like a dog, although he had begun to dry by that point.

---

Arriving back at the cabin, Robotnik immediately darted inside, dibsing the shower on the ride back.

Stone changed into a dry pair of clothes, opting to take a shower sometime later in the evening, allowing the water in the tank to warm back up.

Robotnik had forgotten to bring in a change of clothes into the bathroom with him in his hurry. Robotnik exited the bathroom with a towel tied around his waist and made his way to his room.

Stone had noticed, never seeing Robotnik in less than a long sleeve, Stone was mesmerized.

Robotnik had noticed Stone staring and could feel the heat rising in his cheeks. Stone always looked at him as if he was a shining star.

Stone snapped out of his thoughts as his brain finally rendered in the colourful blob on Robotnik’s shoulder. His eyes focused on a… chicken with a cowboy hat, bandana, and cowboy boots?

“Sir, do you have a tattoo?” Stone asked.

Robotnik slapped his hand over his shoulder. “No,” embarrassment could be heard in his voice.

Stone walked over from where he was standing in the living room, gently moving Robotnik’s hand off of his shoulder. Robotnik didn’t fight it, only avoided eye contact.

“It’s cute.” Stone commented while gently rubbing his fingers over it.

Robotnik didn’t respond but he did feel a quick peck of Stone’s lips on his cheeks. The spot still burned after Stone had backed away.

“Just like you.” Stone cooed, a smile stretching across his face.

“Are yeh going to continue to flatter me or can I get dressed now?” Robotnik sputtered, overwhelmed with the touch, although he was quite enjoying Stone’s affection.

“Apologies, sir.” Stone backed off. “I’ll start dinner.”

---

Their night finished with Stone playing his rendition of Livin’ on a Prayer by the fire pit before they both bunkered down for the night.

Stone was getting comfortable in his own bed when Robotnik’s silhouette appeared in his door frame.

“Stone, what do yeh think yer doin’?” Robotnik challenged.

“Going to bed?” Stone wasn’t sure what he did wrong this time.

“Without me?” Robotnik whined.

“I wasn’t aware, sir.”

“Imbecile.” Robotnik scoffed as he turned on his heels and made his way back to his room.

Stone scrambled out of bed and followed him, turning the lights off on his way. Robotnik climbed into his bed, claiming his spot, while Stone crawled in beside him. Soon after Stone was comfortable, Robotnik was on him like a leach. Stone wrapped his arms around the other man and tugged him closer, pressing a light kiss to the top of Robotnik’s head. A small hum could be heard in return.

“Goodnight, Ivo.”

Robotnik very rarely heard anyone use his first name. He simply hated it when people used it, but just like everything else with Stone, it felt different. Stone said it with love and adoration, everyone else had annoyance and hatred hidden behind it.

“Night, Aban.” Robotnik slurred, the day weighing down on him.

Before dozing off, the two could feel a certain someone jumping up onto the bed and curling up at their feet.

---

The third day consisted of them (Stone) packing up their belongings to head back home. They couldn’t stay away from the farm for long.

Everyone on the ride back was tired and a little homesick. Robotnik never enjoyed being away from his paradise and Sage has never been away from home.

Robotnik busied himself with the radio just as he did on the way there.

Oh, the rhythm of my heart

Is beatin' like a drum

With the words "I love you"

Rolling off my tongue

Oh, never will I roam

Now I know my place is home

Where the ocean meets the sky

I'll be sailin'

After Robotnik was done fiddling with the music, Stone rested his open hand on the console for Robotnik to take. Without a second glance, Robotnik slipped his hand into Stone’s. It was very rare to see him without his gloves, but he was feeling comfortable.

---

“Two deer!” Robotnik called out. “Am I winning?”

“Yes. The game restarts every trip.” Stone explained.

Robotnik held his left hand up to his forehead, “L for loser.”

Stone chuckled softly and focused his attention back onto the road, leaving his hand open once again for Robotnik.

Robotnik could definitely get used to Stone’s affection. A constant reminder that he was, in fact, cared for. That someone was capable of loving him after years of being devoid of it.

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The week had been overcast and rainy, and today wasn’t any better. In fact, it was currently downpouring. The wet weather meant soft, mucky ground that left mud everywhere.

Tracks could be seen all around Robotnik’s farm from various animals and vehicles sinking into the ground as they moved. He hated the sight of his space so askew. It didn’t help that the excessive amount of mud travelled everywhere. A deep clean was in order when the weather cleared.

Robotnik despised the rain. It was far too messy and it left him soaking wet and cold. Sure, it was good for the environment, but it was not good for work, especially their line.

Of course Stone made rainy days a bit more bearable. His optimism was almost sickening.

Robotnik and Stone were covered head to toe, clothing drenched. Their feet got stuck in the mud from time to time walking around the farm. Robotnik was adamant on not using equipment as to not create anymore unwanted tire tracks and disturb the ground further. Plus, they didn’t need to get stuck, the mud was already slick enough.

Their work day came to an end and the rain still fell, relentless and unlikely to give up anytime soon. Robotnik wanted nothing more than to snuggle up with Stone in front of the fireplace - after they changed into dry clothes, of course.

However, Stone had a different idea.

Robotnik made his way back to the house with Stone following closely behind. Stone took advantage of the particularly muddy spot they were walking over to grab Robotnik’s hand and spin him around so they were face to face.

“Stone! What do yeh think yer doin’?” Robotnik demanded. He was more than done for the day.

Stone didn't respond. Instead, a small smile appeared as he grabbed Robotnik’s other hand and pulled him into a dance.

“We’re gonna slip if yer not careful.” Robotnik protested while following Stone’s lead.

Stone’s smile slipped into a smirk. “Scared of a little mud, sir?” He teased.

Robotnik scoffed. “Abysmal accusation, barnacle.”

Stone chuckled. “Mes excuses, mon cher.” He earned an unimpressive eyeroll from Robotnik.

They continued for a little while before Robotnik ended up slipping, expecting Stone to save him, but instead ended up flat on his ass in the puddle of mud. Stone had to stifle a laugh at the angry daggers Robotnik was shooting him. It was about time Stone got, at least, a little bit of revenge on his boss.

“Stone you absolute fool! Yer lucky I don’t fire yeh right here right on the spot. I’ll make yeh pay for it and I won’t be kind! Someone oughta teach you a lesson.” Robotnik fumed. His pants were drenched in mud and so were his poor gloves.

Stone lent a hand down to help Robotnik up. He took Stone’s hand and locked it into a death grip, pulling Stone down with him. A small squeak escaped Stone at the sudden motion - which, in hindsight, he should’ve expected.

Robotnik leaned back on both of his hands, Stone’s hand still caught in his grip. Stone’s free hand sat in the mud beside Robotnik’s hip to balance himself. One of his knees was planted on the ground between Robotnik’s legs and the other was in line with the hand currently stuck in Robotnik’s grasp. Their faces were merely inches apart.

A smirk crept onto Robotnik’s lips. He leaned forward slightly so that their noses were touching, causing their stetsons to lift slightly. “My dear, Aban.” Robotnik purred.

Stone could feel his head starting to swim at the statement. It wasn’t the first time he had heard it, but it made his heart beat faster every single time.

He caught Robotnik’s quick glimpse down to his lips and used it as an invitation to close the gap. The kiss was gentle and drawn out as Robotnik’s lips were quite warm in the pouring rain.

Stone was met with an eager Robotnik.

The two pulled away for a much needed breath of air. Stone broke into a light chuckle, hanging his head low with his eyes closed and a massive smile etched onto his face.

Sincere, lighthearted laughs escaped Robotnik at the sound of Stone’s. His laugh was music to Stone’s ears.

Stone looked back up, taking in the sight of a soaked, messy haired Robotnik. The rain caused his sleek black hair to cling to his face. “My love.” Stone whispered.

Robotnik, unable to handle the emotions flooding through him, pushed Stone off of him and into the mud while springing up onto his feet and making a b-line for the house. “Race yeh to the house, loser.” Robotnik challenged, not looking back to see if Stone was following, although he knew he would.

Stone just shook his head, his smile never faltering. He didn’t make an attempt to catch up to Robotnik, instead he sauntered back to the house while trying to clean as much mud off of him as possible.

---

After both men cleaned themselves up, Stone quickly got to work putting the limited, dry wood they had into the fireplace. Despite having a scolding hot shower, Robotnik was still cold. He sat cuddled up underneath a thick, beige blanket on the couch as he watched Stone spark a fire for the umpteenth time. His hands worked diligently stacking the wood, scrunching the paper, and flicking the match.

“Will my furnace ever return or must I suffer for his pleasure?” Robotnik whined.

“In a minute.” Stone watched as the wood finally caught a flame before moving to the record player.

“Slowpoke.”

Stone scanned the various vinyls before selecting one of the various Bon Jovi albums and joining Robotnik on the couch. He made his way under the blanket and in no time, Robotnik was wrapped around him, resting his head on Stone’s shoulder.

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Stone had been spending more and more time at Robotnik’s since they had started dating. He barely even saw his place anymore - not that he was complaining, he much preferred to spend his time at Robotnik’s.

His mail and voicemails to his home phone had started to pile up from his time away. Nothing interesting caught Stone’s eye as he shuffled through the various papers. His phone, however, had multiple missed calls from his brothers which was quite odd. They weren’t usually the ones to call first. Whatever it was, it must be important. Well, if it was important, they’d leave a voicemail, right? Stone questioned.

Being an unusual move from both his brothers, he decided to call Derrin. The phone rang for an awfully long time before someone picked up, but the voice that answered was the person he was looking for.

“Hey Dipple Dop, it was about time you answered one of our calls.” Stone hated the nickname, but Derrin just used it more every time Stone asked him to stop.

“Apologies, I’ve been away. Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s good.”

“Then why have you been calling? It’s unlike both of yah to call me.”

“We’ve been tryin’ to invite you to the family gathering.”

“Sorry, did you just say family gathering?” Stone was in slight disbelief. He hadn’t been to a family reunion since he was a child, nor had he been invited the following years for obvious reasons. They weren’t his jam anyways.

“You heard right.”

“Are our parents going to be there?”

“Nah, they’re busy which is why we thought to invite yah.” There it was. Stone always knew that his family preferred his parents over him, but this just confirmed it.

Stone sighed and thought for a moment. “When and where is it?”

“It’s at Rowan’s place, not next Saturday, but the Saturday after. Starts at one.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Oh, I have one question before you go, Dipple Dop.”

“What is it?”

“Are you over that gay shit yet? This really has been going on for a long time. It’s about time to find a wife and settle down.”

That stung a bit. Despite tolerating Stone, they would never truly accept him. He most likely wasn’t going to go to the reunion, but now he wanted to go, with Robotnik hand in hand, just out of spite.

“I have a boyfriend, Derrin, so no.” Stone’s tone turned from inquisitive to stern.

A disgruntled noise could be heard on the other end of the phone. He couldn't uninvite Stone now. “Mm, well I guess you can still come. Just don’t think about bringing whoever he is. We don’t need anymore family drama because of you.”

“I’ll be there.” Stone was definitely bringing Robotnik along with him now.

“See you there, Dipple Dop. Bye.” Derrin hung up the phone, not that Stone wanted to say his goodbye, he just wanted to be the one to hang up the phone.

Stone set the phone down onto the charger with a sigh. Why had he just done that? He wasn’t usually one to start drama on purpose, yet here he was. It wasn’t fair, really. Why is he shunned just because of who he loves? Everyone else gets to bring their partner’s, but not him? Fuck that.

He was bringing Robotnik whether they liked it or not. Chaos was sure to go down and Stone couldn’t wait.

---

Stone didn’t mention anything the next day while they worked. He waited until they were settled down before informing Robotnik of the endeavor. They leaned against the fence that held Sterling and Clementine as they watched the sunset. Pinks and oranges crossed the sky above the coulee.

Stone broke the silence. “Sir?”

Robotnik twisted his head slightly so that Stone was in view. “Hm?”

“I received a call from my oldest brother.”

“Derrin?” Robotnik interrupted, wanting to test his knowledge on Stone’s family.

“Yes.” Stone nodded. “Apparently… There’s a family gathering happening in the next little bit and I was invited.”

“Okay… and?” Robotnik was a bit puzzled at the statement. What did Stone mean by this?

“And I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?”

A sudden realization hit Robotnik. Meeting Stone’s family would be a big step in their relationship, even if they were assholes.

Stone continued. “I wasn’t going to go until Derrin said some things.”

The piqued Robotnik’s interest. He knew Stone better than anyone and knew what he was insinuating.

“I suppose I could make an appearance.” A small smirk tugged at Robotnik’s lips.

Stone chuckled and shook his head slightly as a smile started to form. He knew he could count on Robotnik.

---

The days passed by rapidly and the reunion fastly approached. Should Stone be nervous? He certainly didn’t feel that way. He was excited, in a way. Not something he’s felt towards his family in a long time.

Both Stone and Robotnik were in the bedroom getting dressed into something more formal than their daily wear. Robotnik donned a pair of his best black jeans with a crimson long sleeve undershirt and a black vest on top. Along with that was a black leather jacket that reached past his waist with scarlet red lining on his wrists and lapels. His stetson hung off one of the round knobs on the dresser.

However, the sun was shining bright and he would most likely end up regretting his outfit choices.

Stone, on the other hand, wore his non-stained, non-ripped basic blue jeans with a lilac buttoned long sleeve with silver gems by the collar. Something nice, but not over the top for a reunion of sorts. Stone’s cattleman sat on the same drawer on the other knob ready to grab for when they left.

Robotnik finished tinkering with his appearance by applying the last of the gel throughout his hair even though it was most likely going to be covered by his hat the entire time. Stone left his hair down for the occasion.

Stone’s brothers lived quite a ways away from them, a long drive laid ahead of them. Which also meant they were going to be gone for the entire day and they would have to resort to Tom caring for the farm. Just great. Why did Robotnik agree to this again? He hated people yet he was voluntarily going to a family gathering of all places? Never in a million years had he ever thought he’d be in this position.

One thing Stone hadn’t considered was the fact he would be pulling up with the Ivo Robotnik in tow. He was surely in for it.

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Shiny new cars and rusty, run down trucks lined the driveway. Some vehicles blocked in from the sheer amount of people attending. Stone ended up parking on the road for an easy escape if need be. Kids could be seen running around as Stone and Robotnik exited their truck.

Rowan lived out in the countryside on an acreage. His land was mostly bare of trees creating the perfect spot to hold an event such as this. Stone led the way through the front gate into the backyard as chatter and music could be heard from the back.

A mass of people appeared as they made their way past the house. All gathered in various groups mingling with each other. Derrin was the first to spot Stone and Robotnik. He made his way over to greet the pair.

“Dipple Dop! I’m glad you could make it.” Derrin cheered as he leaned in for a hug. Stone awkwardly returned it. “This better not be that boyfriend you mentioned.” He whispered harshly.

Stone pulled away. “This is Robotnik.”

“Like the one who competed at the stampede?” Derrin questioned.

“Yes.” Robotnik answered sternly as he crossed his arms, looking Derrin up and down, analyzing him.

Derrin’s mouth fell slightly agape. “H-how?”

Stone rested his hand on Robotnik’s lower back with a smug smirk. “He was lookin’ for a ranch hand and I applied. Just so happened to swoon him in the process.”

Robotnik reddened at the statement. “Pft. That is not what happened.”

Derrin was noticeably uncomfortable with the sudden direction of the conversation. “Aban, for the sake of the family, let’s just keep this-” He gestured to Stone and Robotnik. “A little secret, okay?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

Stone shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe the fact that everyone else gets to show off their partner, but I can’t? Makes zero damn sense, Derrin.” Anger started to boil inside Stone.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have come.” He admitted.

Robotnik glared down at Derrin, fire burning in his eyes. Stone noticed his glare and retreated. Maybe they should actually join the event before starting anything.

“How about we get something to drink?” Stone asked, attempting to divert the situation. Before Robotnik could reply, Stone started gently pushing him in the direction of the refreshment table where only a few people lingered.

It took a few steps before Robotnik broke eye contact with Derrin who seemed much more frazzled than before.

Stone grabbed a red solo cup and filled it to busy himself as Robotnik stood by the table, staring at the various people. His eyes locked with a lean, caramel haired man who had obviously been looking for Stone. A smile crept onto the unknown man’s face. If Robotnik had to guess, it was Stone’s other brother.

The man squeezed himself through the crowd and headed straight for Robotnik. He held awkward eye contact before Robotnik broke the gaze to look at Stone who was now standing beside him with his drink.

“That’s Rowan.” Stone pointed out. He had been correct! He was always right, of course.

Before Robotnik could respond, Rowan was standing far too close to him. “You’re Ivo Robotnik, right? The horse riding champion?”

“Yes.” Robotnik was slightly suspicious.

“I’m a huge fan. Derrin and I used to go together all the time back in our younger years.” Rowan gushed.

“A’least someone appreciates my greatness.” Robotnik playfully rolled his eyes at Stone.

“Tu es tout pour moi.” Stone watched as Robotnik’s brain short circuited and as Rowan grew confused as the pieces started to click. Rowan didn’t know nearly as much French as Stone himself, but he knew enough to understand what he had just said.

Rowan looked to Stone for the first time since meeting them. “Aban, are you?” He pointed between Stone and Robotnik.

Stone’s smile grew as he nodded. “Yes.”

“Oh. Oh wow. Um… That’s great news.” Rowan awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. “Uh, well I mean… If you're happy then that’s great. Does Derrin know?”

Rowan was always the more supportive one of the family even if it did make him uncomfortable. His fault, not Stone’s. It was unfortunate they never grew out of what they had learned. Stone hoped one day they would, but the days were growing thin.

“He wasn’t too happy about it.” Stone admitted.

“Yeah, sounds like him. You might give Nana a heart attack if you tell her.”

Stone shrugged. “Unfortunate.”

“Well, I’ll catch you later.” He turned to Robotnik. “It was nice meeting you.” Rowan gave a goodbye salute before walking away.

“Get me something hard, Stone.” Robotnik demanded. This was going to be a long day. It was only the afternoon.

“On it, sir.”

---

The couple laid low for most of the afternoon and observed from the sidelines. Stone spilled the family secrets about the people he did know. Robotnik made his casual, nasty remarks. Thankfully, no one really bothered them as most knew of the drama that surrounded Stone. He could only guess what his parents had told the rest of the family. Those who did make conversation asked general life questions or bombarded Robotnik.

Despite staying out of the way, Robotnik ended up getting hit with a spikeball by some kid playing with his cousins. He whipped himself around to face the perpetrator. The teen was fairly tall with blonde hair looking guilty - he avoided eye contact with Robotnik. The boy sported basic blue jeans and a baby blue tee.

Robotnik had quickly come to the conclusion that the ball was thrown at him on purpose since the amount of force needed to hit him that hard by tossing it at the net wasn’t possible.

The yellow ball laid on the ground by his feet, waiting to be picked up. A smirk crossed Robotnik’s face as he thought about how to punish this kid. Stone watched with interest in his next movements despite knowing exactly what Robotnik was scheming.

He leaned down to pick up the ball, tossing it up in the air slightly with his right hand. Robotnik furrowed his eyebrows at the kid, his smirk remained. “Want this back?” He asked.

The teen nodded. “Yes, please.”

Robotnik flashed a faux smile. “Catch.”

He pelted the ball straight at the kid's forehead and hit the bullseye. The boy stumbled back due to the sheer force of the ball, rubbing the centre of his forehead in pain. The other teens attempted to stifle their laughs, but ultimately failed.

“You’ll pay for that old man!” The kid jeered, but received no response from the two adults. Surely he would’ve learned not to from that stunt alone.

Stone and Robotnik made no attempt to hide their laughter. When the boy removed his hand to reveal a faint circular red splotch on his forehead, Robotnik doubled over slightly, clutching his stomach. Stone patted his back as he caught his breath from laughing so hard.

“That was perfect, sir.” Stone complimented as his hand moved from Robotnik’s upper back to his waist.

Once Robotnik finally caught his own breath, he had to wipe away a stray tear. “That was beautiful.”

Stone looked back over to the kid Robotnik had just hit and caught him sending a sharp glare their way. Stone just shook his head with a smile and moved his attention back to Robotnik.

As the night settled in, a fire was started and people brought out their chairs, surrounding the fire pit for warmth. Stone ended up grabbing their camping chairs and setting them up. Someone’s bratty kid had ended up stealing Robotnik’s seat. The kid learned many new curse words and the people around them gossiped, but neither Stone nor Robotnik cared.

The crackling of the fire was relaxing to both Stone and Robotnik - a reminder of the weekend that changed their relationship forever. This time, Stone hadn’t brought his guitar. That was reserved for Robotnik and Robotnik only.

Stone had noticed that Robotnik’s cup was nearly empty. He pressed a hand to Robotnik’s shoulder and snuck a hand down the arm that was holding his cup. “Do yah want yur drink refilled?”

Robotnik looked backwards, up towards Stone while handing him his cup. “Yes.”

Stone leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Robotnik’s lips before leaving. Robotnik missed the warmth immediately and when he leaned his head back down, he was met with wide eyes from many people.

Robotnik shrugged it off and darted his eyes back to the fire. It was so strange how the flame could be so mesmerizing. He could hear the gossiping start around him.

“You poor soul. You know you don’t have to pretend for him.” The older lady sitting next to him commented.

“And who might you be?” Robotnik scoffed.

“Ri-” She tried to answer, but was cut off.

“Bzt. Don’t care.” Robotnik stuck one finger in front of her face.

“You’re quite dis-”

She was interrupted by Robotnik once again. “Doooooooon’t care.” He crossed his legs and rested his hands on top of one another on his knee and focused his attention elsewhere.

The lady next to him huffed and leaned to the other side to talk to the person on the other side of her, obviously having enough of Robotnik in their short conversation.

Stone returned with Robotnik’s drink, putting it right into his hand for easy access. If the weird glares weren’t noticeable before, they definitely were now. Just as Stone had planned. He really had no interest in his family. It wasn’t like they had any interest in him anyways.

“We can go whenever you want, sir.” Stone whispered into his ear.

“I’ve had enough. Let’s go, Stone.” Robotnik stood up, dumped his freshly made drink, and walked behind his chair where the kid still sat. He grabbed either side of the chair and lifted it up slightly with the kid still on it. Before the kid could react, Robotnik dumped them onto the ground, immediately folding the chair and walking away. He could hear the kid cry out “Hey!” A smile spread across his face. Oh the joy of bullying children.

Stone quickly fell into step beside Robotnik with his own chair. “That was a good one, Ivo.”

Robotnik got a bit flustered at the use of his first name. He would get over it eventually, right?

“The kid deserved it.”

“Agreed.” Stone smiled.

They made their way to the truck, quickly dumping the chairs in the back and climbing in. They still had a long drive in front of them.

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The new year was upon them, neither ever really celebrating it, just another year passing by. Stone, however, was particularly excited for this year as it was his first new year being in a relationship with Robotnik. Even if they didn’t end up doing anything for the occasion, he’d still savour every moment of it.

Serving lunch, Stone decided to bring it up. “The town is settin’ off fireworks for New Years. Did yah want to go?”

“Tsk. In this weather?” Robotnik looked up towards Stone while being handed his plate of food. Sage laid underneath the table basically on Robotnik’s feet. Snow covered every inch of every surface. It was the middle of winter for crying out loud. How absurd.

“I’d keep yah warm. I do recall you calling me yur personal furnace. Plus, we could always hangout in the pavilion. I assume there’s other activities in there so there’s no need to spend all of ’r time outside in the cold.” He informed, attempting to convince his partner.

“What kind of activities do yeh figure?” Robotnik’s interest was somewhat piqued, still not all that fond of being out in public.

“Don’t know unless we go.” Stone smirked.

“Itz like that is it?” He pointed his fork towards the other man. “Ugh, what time are fireworks?”

“They’re at midnight.”

“That’s so late.”

“It gives us time beforehand tah try everything else.”

“I’ll think about it.”

That wasn’t a no. Stone could call it a win as it certainly wasn’t a loss. He still had time to convince Robotnik. They needed some time away from the farm. The chilly, unpredictable weather kept them close to home. Despite still having his apartment, Stone called the farm home.

---

Stone had convinced Robotnik to go. He knew he could. With enough persuasion - and bringing it up enough times - his partner had caved, but not without his usual complaints.

The pavilion was one of the biggest buildings in their small town, a modern fusion of prairie, craftsman, and mountain architecture with dark green as the main accent colour and the giant clock tower one of the main features.

The parking was filled to the brim, families piling in and around the building. Robotnik was glued to Stone’s side, not wanting to lose the man in the crowd. He was covered head to toe as per Stone’s insistence on wearing the appropriate clothing. His plaid red winter jacket sat on top of everything with his nicest pair of jeans. Stone had tried to get him to wear a toque, but that was too far. His cattleman was the way to go. Stone ended up donning the black toque, a random logo sitting on the front. He let his hair down so it didn’t look like he was bald wearing it. He also wore his nicest pair of jeans and the jacket Robotnik had so kindly gifted him.

Unfortunately, the heating in the building had been set to the max and Robotnik had started overheating immediately. The abundance of people didn’t help either. He handed one of his many layers to Stone for him to carry. It was his fault he had all of this on anyway. Stone grabbed it from Robotnik with zero hesitation.

The couple wandered through the banquet halls, searching for something that interested them. At one point, Stone had bought hot chocolate for the two of them from one of the stalls. Robotnik immediately threw it in the trash before finishing his first sip then grumbled under his breath about how much better Stone’s homemade ones were. Stone knew Robotnik loved what he made him, but hearing it out loud always made his heart flutter.

Music could be heard coming from one of the halls, a song Stone was familiar with. He knew a dance often accompanied the song. He wondered if Robotnik knew it and there was only one way to find out. Without warning, he grabbed Robotnik’s hand and dragged him, following the sound.

“Stone, what are you doing?!” Robotnik huffed, but followed along.

Stone eventually turned around to face him while walking backwards. “Care for a dance?”

Robotnik playfully rolled his eyes with a smirk. “Fine.”

Stone reached for his other hand, still guiding him to the dance floor. The banquet hall was dimly lit compared to the other ones, colourful lights danced around with the music. Many other couples could be seen dancing along to the song, all performing the respective dance. Stone recognized a few of them from his trips into town, but none personally. He didn’t really know anyone in the town, he interacted with them as little as possible. Tom and his family were about all he knew besides Robotnik himself.

“Do yah know this one?” Stone placed Robotnik’s jacket on one of the surrounding chairs.

“Yes.” He smirked, twirling Stone around so he was in the lead. Robotnik let go of one of Stone’s hands, holding the one that remained in his grasp tightly, almost as if he were afraid of losing him.

They joined the rest of the dancers seamlessly with two forward steps to the beat, hands conjoined, matching everyone else as Slowpoke played. They took two steps backwards before separating, circling away for two steps, then making their way back to each other. Robotnik placed his right hand on Stone’s hip, while Stone placed his left hand on Robotnik’s corresponding shoulder. Their empty hands clasping together once again. Taking two steps forward in Stone’s direction before taking two to the right, two back, and two to the left, making a circle. Looping the dance again, they took two steps forward, letting go of one of each other’s hands to continue.

Once they fully got into the groove, it was as if the world disappeared. The couple taking in the sight of the other, heart eyes evident to anyone who dared to look, not that they were hiding it by any means. Sure, Stone had doubts creeping into his mind, but Robotnik seemed happy and that’s all that mattered to him. If his partner was happy, then so was he. Happy wife, happy life, right? If anyone was giving them weird glares then they didn't notice.

They slowed to a stop as the song came to an end, hands still intertwined. Stone had to resist kissing him then and there. The green lights made him look almost godly. Weirdly enough, the hue of the green suited him in a way.

Their hands never separated as they headed back to the other banquet halls, grabbing Robotnik’s jacket on the way. They visited a few more stalls inside to waste time. None of them really piqued their interest, but there was nothing better to do.

However, Robotnik was getting noticeably uncomfortable. He hated people and he despised crowds. The mouth-breathing fools were so loud and unattentive to their surroundings. Robotnik wanted to punch a kid for screaming and the parents for not shutting their kid up.

“Ivo.” Stone finally snapped Robotnik out of his thoughts after calling his name multiple times.

“Hm, what?”

“We can go outside if yah want to.” He knew he should get Robotnik out of there before he snapped. “Or we can leave.”

“Outside’s good.” Robotnik had been dragged all the way here for fireworks, he wasn’t going to miss the one thing they came for. Stone had so desperately wanted to see them with him. He tried sending Stone on his own, but he was adamant that the two of them go.

Stone nodded, leading him towards the closest door. The cold air hit them immediately, causing Robotnik to rip his jacket from Stone’s grasp and put it back on. Couples and families still wandered around the outside area as well, but it was much less populated.

“Told you.” Stone smirked.

“Shut up.” Robotnik shivered, placing his gloved hands in his armpits for warmth. Stone snuck his arm up underneath one of Robotnik’s, bringing him in close, shoulder to shoulder.

They walked around the grounds for quite some time, arm in arm, Robotnik complaining about the cold the entire time. Stone couldn’t help but laugh. It was typical. The sun had set hours ago, the stars littered the cloudless night sky. The night had been nicer than either of them anticipated.

Stone had spotted a small stall outside during their trip in which they eventually circled back to. There was, unfortunately, quite a line, but no one could resist maple taffy on a night like this.

Robotnik impatiently waited in line with Stone who had the patience of a saint. He didn't understand how Stone could do it. Robotnik needed to do something, his hands couldn't be kept still. He slithered his hand down to Stone’s which had made its way into his pocket. Robotnik fidgeted with Stone’s fingers to keep himself occupied and to keep at least one hand warm, the other sat idle in his own pocket.

The line moved at a snail’s pace, each maple taffy hand made in front of the buyer. That was most of the fun of buying one. It was just maple syrup for crying out loud. No, no. It was only fair that they got to indulge in Stone’s interests, Robotnik thought as he attempted to rationalize his inane choices that led him to this point. At least if he was out at the farm in the cold, he’d be occupied maintaining it. Right now, he was currently standing in line for something he cared so little about. But, couples have to sacrifice for one another… right? He was definitely sacrificing himself. Celebrating New Years was one thing, but going out in public to do so was ridiculous! At least he’d be able to snuggle up to Stone in front of the fire when the night was done and hopefully doze off.

Robotnik was so lost in his thoughts he hadn’t even noticed they were at the front of the line. Well, behind a family, but they were currently leaving.

“Two maple taffies, please.” Stone kindly asked, showing the number two with his spare hand.

“Is that all?” The tall, blonde worker smiled.

“Yes.” Stone pulled out his credit card to pay.

“That’ll be nine dollars and ninety nine cents.” The lady handed the machine to Stone for him to insert his card.

Stone reluctantly pulled his hand free from Robotnik’s grasp so he could pay for their snack, both men quickly missing the warmth. Robotnik put his hand back in his own pocket to keep it warm.

The worker moved them over from the register to the tray of fresh snow that sat beside it. She poured the maple, which was just slightly boiled over the thickness of syrup, horizontally into two lines parallel to each other.

“Do you want to do the honour?” She held out popsicle sticks for them to grab.

“Duh!” Robotnik ripped one of the sticks from her hand. He stuck half the popsicle stick onto the end of the bottom strip of taffy, rolling it around the top of the stick.

“Thank you.” Stone gently grabbed the remaining stick, waiting for Robotnik to finish his so he could roll his own.

“Y’all have a great night!” The worker waved goodbye as they walked away from the stand after finishing rolling their taffy.

“You as well.” Stone kindly wished. He focused his attention back to his partner, slipping his hand into Robotnik’s pocket to interlace them. “Fireworks start soon. Do yah wanna head over?”

“I guess so.” He huffed, able to see his breath in the cold.

They made their way over to the metal bleachers that were set up for viewers which were already full. They wouldn’t have wanted to sit on them either way. Many brought their own blankets to snuggle under.

“How smart... Metal bleachers in the dead of winter. These blubbering cretins couldn’t even put their two brain cells together for one night.” Robotnik insulted between licks of his maple taffy which was quite sticky.

“Not their finest moment.” Stone agreed. The couple made their way to a more secluded spot by a few trees near the bleachers, the snow crunching underneath their feet as they walked.

Various pop songs that neither of them recognized played in the background. Kids could be seen dancing to them while others chased each other screaming. Robotnik couldn’t wait to leave. He focused on finishing his taffy which had been surprisingly good. Stone could probably do better. He’d have to ask him to make them at some point.

Even in the dim moonlight, Robotnik was visibly cold. Stone pulled his hand from Robotnik’s, taking a step in front so they were standing face to face. He pulled off his partner’s cattlemen, replacing it with his toque. He pulled it down, snug over his ears which were quite red. A few dark strands hung in front of Robotnik’s face. Stone gently tucked them behind his ear with his bare hand so they were out of the way. With the black cattleman resting in his hand, Stone put it on his head in place of his missing toque.

“Lookin’ good.” Robotnik complimented with a smile that was just barely visible underneath his nicely groomed moustache.

“Not too bad yurself.” Stone joked.

“Dragged me all the way out here just to say I’m not too bad? Yer walking home for that comment.”

“We both know yur hot enough to melt snow.” Stone gushed with complete conviction.

The cold couldn’t hide the deep blush that appeared across Robotnik’s face. “Pft, flattery ain’t gettin’ yeh anywhere.”

“Pretty sure I’m the one with the truck keys.”

“Not for long if I have somethin’ to do with it. I know those rock hard abs are ticklish.”

Stone chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “Might be hard to get through all these layers.”

“I’d find a way. I always do.” Robotnik boasted.

The two had been distracted by their bickering that the countdown to midnight caught them by surprise. It began at fifteen seconds, counting down from there. The crowd could probably be heard from kilometres away. Robotnik was thankful for the spot they got which was quite a ways from all the people.

Once midnight hit, various styles and colours of fireworks painted the night sky with a pop. Some fireworks only went off once, while others continuously spat out rockets. There were a few where the star of the fireworks created more stars.

Stone watched the fireworks with great intensity, Robotnik however, watched the light dance across Stone’s face, his eyes reflecting the fireworks exploding above them. He looked gorgeous and very kissable. Wasn't it a New Year's tradition to kiss someone? Bah, what did he know? It didn’t matter if it was tradition or not, he was going to kiss that man.

Grabbing Stone’s lapels, Robotnik spun him around so they were once again face to face, waiting for confirmation before pulling him into a passionate kiss. It was sweet, both their mouths tasting of maple taffy. Stone returned the kiss almost instantly, eyes closed, savouring the moment as red and purple fireworks lit up the sky. The cold felt nonexistent in their shared warmth. Stone rested one hand against Robotnik’s cheek, the other around his waist, deepening the kiss.

Stone was the first to pull away. “Happy New Year, Ivo.” His breath was hot against the other’s face.

“Happy New Year, Aban.” Robotnik smiled, their noses were just barely touching. He let go of Stone’s lapels, extending his arms out to rest them on his shoulders, hands clasped together behind his neck.

“I appreciate you joining me. Wouldn’t’ve been the same without yah.” Stone’s voice sickenly sincere before pulling him to a much slower kiss, maple taffy still lingering. Robotnik returned with matching fervor, but this time was the first to pull away.

“Call you maple syrup the way you’re being so sappy.” Robotnik teased, fireworks still going off behind them.

Stone laughed, digging his head into Robotnik’s shoulder. “That was awful.”

The two remained there until the fireworks came to an end, the darkness lingered over them and the cold sent shivers down their spines.

They followed the sidewalk back to the truck, having been cleared just earlier that day to prevent much snow from piling up before the event. Robotnik’s mistake was walking on the side closest to the snow bank as, without warning, Stone pushed him into it. He was lucky the snow was soft and hadn’t frozen into ice.

“You asshole! Yer lucky I love you.” Robotnik yelled, not realizing what he had just said.

Stone froze at the three words, neither of them having said them yet. Yes, Stone called Robotnik his love, but having never said the whole thing.

He looked at Stone, confused at the blank stare he was receiving. “Hello, earth to Aban.” He waved, still laying in the snow.

Stone snapped out of his thoughts. “I love you too.” He smiled.

“Huh?” Robotnik turned beat red as his words finally caught up to him. He blamed the cold for his brain slowing down. “Oh.”

Stone extended a hand for Robotnik to grab in which he grabbed, pulling down Stone into the snow with him. He let out a small yelp at the sudden motion. Robotnik made no attempt to stifle the laugh that escaped him. Stone joined him, a chuckle escaping him as they laid in the now disturbed snow.

They didn’t spend very long in the snow, it was getting quite cold and Robotnik wanted nothing more than to snuggle around Stone. Back on their feet and the sidewalk, they continued walking to the truck, which seemed further than he could remember.

Many of the parking lot lights flickered on and off, bulbs crying for replacement. The parking lot was almost empty, everyone having left right after the fireworks were done. No one wanted to spend that long outside in the cold.

They approached the truck, Stone unlocking it as they ventured closer. Robotnik made his way around to the passenger seat, but was, unfortunately, greeted by a goose standing right beside his door. He let out a high-pitch scream which instantly set Stone on high alert.

In just a few steps, Stone was by his side, all worry dripping off as soon as he saw the predicament. He let out a chuckle before shooing the goose away. “Scram.” The bird did not take kindly to being forced away. Hissing, the goose ran at Stone. He didn’t move but Robotnik went running to the other side of the truck, terrified of the oversized bird.

“Get rid of that fuckin’ thing, Stone!” Robotnik yelled.

“I’m trying.” Stone had a hard time stifling his amusement. It still baffled him just how scared Robotnik was of something so harmless.

Taking longer than necessary, Stone eventually got the goose to leave the vicinity. Robotnik slowly made his way back to the passenger side, hesitant the goose would still be waiting. With no bird in his way, he finally climbed into the truck while Stone did as well.

And just as Robotnik had wanted, he got to cuddle up with Stone in front of the fire for the rest of the night before drifting off to sleep.

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Stone laid on the cold concrete floor of the main garage, working underneath the red quad as Robotnik watched from his work bench. Tools hung on the walls while various parts sat in his different tool boxes and drawers spread throughout. The heater hummed as it worked and a radio buzzed in the background. Sage happily laid beside Stone, booping her snout into his side and pawing at him every now and again.

“This is absurd.” Robotnik commented.

“It’ll be fun.” Stone ignored the panting dog beside him. He was attaching a very rarely used blade to the front. Most of the time they used the tractor, but they required something much lighter at the moment.

“Oh yes, the grating noise of blades across ice in the dead of winter sounds so delightful.” Robotnik huffed, turning around to face his work area that was littered with lugnuts and wrenches from replacing tires the previous day. He picked up a stripped lugnut and fiddled with it in his hand while placing his other elbow on the workbench, leaning his head on his hand, staring at the object in his hand with great intensity. Why did he agree to this again? A common question he asked himself these days. The answer always being the man behind him.

“Well, if I may make a request?” Stone attached the wire lock pin onto the quad, attaching the blade to the atv. The blade now sat lopsided, waiting for the other side to be hooked into place.

“Go on.” He turned slightly to see Stone stand up in his peripheral vision.

“You could dress for the weather.” He placed a gentle hand on Robotnik’s shoulder and leaned slightly over his partner, reaching for the other pin that sat on the work bench.

“Request denied. Extra layers means restricted movement and I need to move. You should know that by now!” He preferred light wear, feeling too heavy with regular winter jackets and gloves. Plus, he was always moving and if he wasn’t, he was inside where it was warm. And at the basis of it all, winter wear was just plain ugly.

Stone couldn’t help but chuckle at Robotnik’s stubbornness, something he was so fond of, yet something that could wear on his patience. He wrapped around to the other side of the quad, lying on his side to attach the last pin. After doing so, he opened the garage door, letting the cold air infiltrate the warmth to take the atv out. Robotnik hissed as the cold air reached him.

Stone jumped on the quad, turning the key to bring it to life. The lights beamed into a few of the red and black cabinets that sat in front of it. He raised the blade with the winch that was attached to the front of it before slowly backing it out as Sage followed him, her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth. Robotnik quickly shut the door behind him to not let any more cold air in.

On his way down to the small body of water that sat on Robotnik’s farm, Stone took in the sights of the snow covered land. Some parts were trampled by livestock while others remained untouched, snow as fresh as the day it fell. Snow falling from branches as birds propelled off of them. Despite the cold harshness of the winter season, it could be so pretty.

Arriving at his location that he had so carefully marked out, he lowered the blade slightly. The wheels of the atv would spin if the load was too heavy, so he pushed the top layer of snow off until the desired area was cleared before lowering the blade all the way to the ground to clear the snow completely.

Robotnik eventually made his way down in the truck. The water tank shoved into the back and filled prior to the clearing of snow. The vehicle sat in a heated garage for a couple days before they had finally started the task. He watched as Stone worked in the cold from the warmth of his truck, having no desire to leave and join his partner.

Stone worked diligently, clearing the snow as quickly as possibly, revealing the ice that sat underneath. Robotnik had his worries about the quad on the ice, Stone however, had seemed too calm and collected when he voiced his thoughts. Sure, many people drove their vehicles onto frozen lakes for ice fishing, but Robotnik had always thought that was idiotic. He watched Stone with great intensity to try and calm his nerves. He really despised that he had agreed to this, but he wasn’t the type of man to back down. He would survive and he would endure.

Robotnik truly did trust Stone. As scary as it was to admit, it was true.

After finishing the first step, Stone pulled up beside the driver side, waiting for Robotnik to roll his window down. Robotnik didn’t seem pleased to have to let the cold air in, but did anyway.

“Can you turn the truck around?” Stone asked so they could start spreading the first layer of water onto the freshly plowed area.

“Only because you asked so nicely.” Robotnik replied quickly, rolling the window back up.

Stone remained in his spot as his partner turned the vehicle around and backed up beside him. Once the bed of the truck hit the edge of the pond, Stone shot a thumbs up at Robotnik in the rear view mirror. He opened the back to attach the hose to the water tank before opening the valve. After doing so, he let the water pour onto the ice.

Robotnik remained in the warmth, letting Stone do all the work. He figured this would happen, Robotnik hadn’t been necessarily pleased about the entire situation. Stone was just happy he didn’t have to shovel the snow off like back in his youth. Irritation tugged at him as he reminisced on those days, his brothers spending the time having snowball fights and shoveling snow at each other while Stone was the only one doing actual work.

Not that the exact same thing wasn’t happening now, but this felt different. This was different. There weren't two older boys waiting to bully him once the ice was ready, just a man who had no idea how to skate. Stone was happy that he was the one that would get to teach him.

After deciding that there was enough water, he closed the valve, cutting off the water supply, and unhooked the hose. Closing the trunk, Stone jumped back onto the quad, racing Robotnik back to the garage.

Robotnik glared at the man passing him. He’d be winning if it weren’t for the fact he had a tank of water weighing him down while trudging through the snow.

They had to let the water freeze, so in the meantime, Stone ran into the city to purchase skates for the two of them using his car. Robotnik despised the city even more than the glorified gas station rest stop of a town so he elected to stay home. He would just have to hope the skates he bought Robotnik would fit. It wasn’t the smartest to buy them without trying them on - Stone knew that from experience. However, this would have to suffice. It’s not like he’d be using them often anyways.

The careless drivers and the constant traffic irritated Stone to no end. He preferred the empty countryside, away from the populace that crowded the city. The endless highways and the dusty gravel roads knew his name. No police to catch him speeding on those roads.

However, he had got so accustomed to driving Robotnik everywhere that the drive was all too lonely and quiet. The hour drive into the city that used to feel so quick seemed to be dragging on. He wondered what his partner was currently up to and if Stone was speeding more than normal to get home, no one but him would have to know. Admitting his bad driving habits to Robotnik would surely earn him a lecture.

Stone had been so wrapped up in his thoughts he hadn’t even noticed the radio was off or the odd noises his car was making. Turning on some music, the first song to play did not help his thoughts about his partner.

Country roads, take me home

To the place I belong

West Virginia, mountain mama

Take me home, country roads

What was supposed to be a quick trip ended up taking hours as on the way home, the transmission had decided to give out, causing him to pull over on the side of the highway - hazards on. It had been so long since he had driven his own car that he had simply forgotten the concerning noises that it made. He had meant to look into it being quite handy himself, but never having got to it left him stranded.

Calling Robotnik, Stone explained his current predicament hoping his partner would come save him. Begrudgingly accepting, the older man was on his way with all the necessary equipment. He waited in the vehicle for his saviour.

Robotnik eventually showed up, pulling in front of Stone’s car, water sloshing around in the tank. Getting out of his truck, Robotnik looked furious as if this whole situation had ruined his day. He did not want to be here.

Not wasting any time, both Stone and Robotnik got to work hooking up the car to the truck. The transmission wasn’t something that could be fixed on the side of the road, nor did they want to do that in the cold.

“I’m sorry, sir.” Stone apologized.

“I don’t wanna hear it.” Robotnik spat, the harshness, however, was not directed at Stone, but at himself. It was almost like he was mad at himself for this whole situation…

Stone was slightly confused, but respected his request, nodding his head.

“Yeh’ll drive back tah shop and we’ll deal with this later.”

“Of course.”

With their hands growing numb, even with gloves, they finished the task, quickly checking over everything before leaving - lights working on both vehicles and all lines hooked up.

“I didn’t mean to waste your time, sir. I’m sure you have more important things to attend to.” Stone sat behind the wheel. The truck faltered slightly carrying the extra weight.

Robotnik slowly looked over to Stone as if he had just been insulted. “Questionin’ my choices are we now? If I had more important work I wouldn’t be here. Plain n’ simple.”

Stone thought as if his heart could burst being called important by the love of his life.

“I can’t have my sycophant broken down on the side of the highway. Yeh know how dangerous that is? Cars speeding past yeh at a hundred and forty kilometres an hour with no care in the damn world. Those are absurd speeds, Stone!” Robotnik complained, hands flailing around in front of him.

Stone chuckled, shaking his head pretending he wasn’t one of those drivers. He purposefully drove slower for Robotnik.

“You shouldn’t even be drivin’ that piece of shit car. I was slightly surprised it even decided to start after sittin’ for so long.” He continued.

“I wasn’t fond of the idea of hauling the water tank around the city.”

“And are you fond of the idea of a two-wheeler?” Robotnik had been planning to get Stone a new vehicle for far too long, but never acted on it. Everything he looked at just didn’t seem right for Stone. Yes, Stone would probably love whatever Robotnik bought him, he was just like that, but Robotnik still had the lingering fear that he wouldn’t.

Stone looked over to Robotnik, eyebrow quirked. Looking back to the road, he shrugged his shoulders. “Would love one, but they’ve always been far too expensive for me and all.”

“I didn’ ask for yer life story.” Robotnik joshed.

Stone looked back over at him with a fond smile. Robotnik rested his hand on the console facing upwards - a silent invitation. Stone knew, he always knew. He placed his hand into Robotnik’s. Not necessarily the safest way to drive in the dead of winter, but it was what Stone was doing and who was he to deny his partner the attention he so desired?

Thankfully, the roads had been kind to them and they had made it home safely. Stone carefully backed his car into one of the garages for them to work on later.

---

After repeating the process of pouring water onto the ice to smoothen it, it was finally ready for the two to skate. Stone had cleared out an area near the rink for a makeshift fire pit and benches.

Stone had stuffed Robotnik into as much clothing as he could manage to keep the other man warm. He could still hear him complaining about it as they were tying up their skates. Well… It was just Stone tying up his skates as Robotnik was waiting for the pro to tie his. Something about not being able to reach his feet kept him from tying his own.

Once he was done with his, Stone waddled over to Robotnik, grabbing one foot and setting the blade between his thighs right above his knees. He started tightening from the base and made his way up to the top. He opted for hockey skates which gave them more support, which his partner definitely needed.

“Any tighter, Stone, and you’ll cut off my circulation.” Robotnik complained.

“They have to be tight to maximize stability and prevent yur foot from slidin’ around, sir. They’ll loosen up once yah start movin’.” He explained, but all he earned was a disapproved groan from the older man.

Once done, he held out both of his hands for Robotnik to grab. Grabbing hold of the other man’s hands, Stone pulled him to his feet, Robotnik immediately lost his balance. “I’ve got yah.” Stone reassured. Robotnik held onto him for dear life as he slowly guided him to the ice.

Stone stepped onto the ice, still holding onto Robotnik who stopped where the snow ended. “No need to be nervous, Ivo.” He turned to face him, letting him grab ahold of his forearms for support.

“Pft, m’not nervous. I’ve never been nervous in my life and you better not think that I’d start now yeh buffoon.”

“Of course not.”

Robotnik took a tentative step onto the ice, his grip hardening. Stone could feel nails digging into his skin despite the layers between them. His other foot followed, so he was fully on the ice, relying on Stone to keep him upright. If he moved he’d collapse.

“You’ll want to keep your knees slightly bent and feet in a v-shape for balance.” Robotnik did just that, albeit a bit awkwardly. “When I start movin’, push outwards.”

“I don’needa be motherhenned, Stone.”

“Apologies.” Stone began gliding backwards slowly for Robotnik’s sake.

He had got the hang of it rather quickly, that was until a misstep that sent Robotnik trying to regain his balance. He never found his balance, but he did find the ground. Having been holding onto Stone, he brought the man down with him. Robotnik laid flat on the ice, Stone having landed on him.

Stone quickly got up. “Are you okay?” There was a hint of panic in his voice.

Robotnik looked at him, still laying on the ground, somewhat embarrassed. “This is dumb.”

“We can stop whenever you want.”

“No.” Robotnik sat up.

“Okay.” Stone helped him back up onto his feet.

After a few more laps, Robotnik started to show improvement. Less slipups and less of a death grip on Stone, not that he was about to let go of him by any means.

Robotnik struggled to find the fun in pain. He surely bruised something from his fall and he could feel it now. He was getting too old for this. Curse the mortal flesh for making him grow frail.

Stone could sense the unease radiating off Robotnik. “Rainy night and we worked all day. We both got jobs 'cause there's bills to pay. We got something they can't take away. Our love, our lives.” He began to sing as he had memorized many of Robotnik’s favourite songs.

“You bizarre little man.” Robotnik shook his head fondly, but joined Stone anyway.

“Close the door, leave the cold outside. I don't need nothing when I'm by your side. We got something that'll never die. Our dreams, our pride.”

Distracted from breaking into song, they hadn’t noticed Sage had made her way down. They only realized she had appeared when she made her way onto the ice, tail wagging, happy to see them.

“Oh Sage, yah shouldn’t be on the ice. You’ll hurt yurself.” Stone attempted to shoo her off the ice without letting go of Robotnik, but was unsuccessful. Sage just wanted to play.

Stone and Robotnik eventually made their way off the ice and to the fire that was still smoking, Sage followed behind.

Robotnik was the first to throw his skates off, his feet aching. “Well, that could’ve been worse!”

“Would yah do it again?”

“Mmm, guess we’ll have tah see won’t we?” Robotnik smirked. He didn’t necessarily enjoy it, but he didn’t despise it either - and he hated most things.

Stone smiled, a win was a win. He sat down to take off his skates before being interrupted.

“Show me what yah got, hot shot.”

“What?”

“Go on. Show me what you got.” Robotnik gestured to the ice. “Don’t let me hold yeh back.” He could, unfortunately, admit his skills were not up to par with his partner’s.

Stone hopped back onto the ice, he’d have to make do with such a small area. He started with laps, pulling out crossovers, picking up speed as he went. He held a smile on his face, happy to show off his skills to someone who appreciated it.

Robotnik sat and watched attentively despite never having any interest in sports - besides his own - but seeing Stone happy made him feel warm and fuzzy, a feeling he had grown used to with him around and a feeling he didn’t want to discard.

At one point, Robotnik had had to grab ahold of Sage’s collar. She had wanted to run to Stone and play. He had almost forgotten how much she had grown when she yanked and almost took him with her, but he wasn’t about to be outdone by a dog. She was well trained, but sometimes she got too excited and sometimes she wanted to be included.

Robotnik ran his gloved hands through her fur. He leaned his face close to hers and began talking to her, not wanting to sit in silence. “Are yeh seeing what I’m seein’ puppy dog?”

Sage turned to him and gave him a big sloppy lick with her weirdly long tongue.

“Eugh.” Robotnik rubbed the dog slobber off his face.

“Don’t enjoy dog kisses?” Stone had appeared out of nowhere.

“Not necessarily, no.” He wiped his hand on Stone’s pants.

Stone had sat down beside him on the wooden bench, trading his skates for his boots. Afterwards, he stocked the fire with more kindling and wood to keep it going, eventually making his way back to Robotnik, who cuddled up beside him almost instantly. Sage laid down on their feet, not looking like the most comfortable spot to be in.

Chapter Text

Robotnik and Stone rode their horses along the coulee in silence - a tradition that had materialized into their routine over the years as a relaxing way to end the day - the crunching of snow and the occasional nicker of the horses interrupting it. The coulee was sad and barren this time of year, the snow and ice melting into the stream, uncovering the leafless trees and the yellow, unkempt grass beneath.

They didn't need to converse to enjoy their time, the company of each other was soothing enough.

Robotnik had broken the long stretching silence, “move in with me.”

“What?” Stone snapped his head from the deer between the trees in the distance to his partner beside him.

“Yeh already spend most, if not all yer time here. Move in already. Why yeh still payin’ for that dingy apartment when yeh don't even live there!?”

“I was waitin’ for yah to ask.” Stone smiled. It was true, he hadn't wanted to encroach on Robotnik’s space further than he already was.

“Sometimes I wondah why I keep yeh ‘round with nonsense like that.”

“I’d love to.”

“Then that’s settled. We’ll move everything this weekend.”

“There's not much. I've already been slowly movin’ in by accident.” Stone chuckled. “I don't think I even have any clothes left at my apartment. Probably a few documents I need to pick up, but other than that, everything important is already here.”

“Can't believe it, Stone! Invading my space without my permission? Unacceptable.” Robotnik faked annoyance.

“I don't recall any complaints.”

“Not that you heard.”

“I do recall yah grumbling somethin’ ‘bout being afraid of me leavin’.”

Robotnik tensed. “Oh shush yeh insolent hangnail. That was a moment of weakness.”

“Just like I said last night, I'm not going anywhere, Ivo.” Stone smiled.

Robotnik could feel his stomach doing flips, still slightly stunned that anyone would willingly stay with him, especially someone like Stone. He continued to struggle to push away the negative thoughts, built too deep into his character to easily be dissolved, but he was getting better with Stone around. To be loved is to be changed, right? Or whatever those lovefools say. “Yeah, yeah, I heard you.” He said, waving off Stone.

Stone could still see the tension residing in his shoulders still. “I mean it y’know. I'll keep sayin’ it until yah believe it if I have to.”

“If yer lying, I will personally hunt you down.” The thoughts of Stone leaving haunted him. Somewhere along the way, he stopped envisioning a future without Stone. Every step and every outcome, Stone would be there. And if he wasn't, Robotnik didn't want that life.

“If I ever betray my promise, then I give you every right to kill me. More than anything, you deserve someone who loves you. I intend on staying by your side to show you that until the end. That is if you permit me.”

“Of course I permit you, yeh imbecile. No one else I would want. No one else would compare!” Robotnik suddenly felt much lighter, the tension leaving his body completely.

“I love you.”

Robotnik could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. “Love you too, nitwit.”

---

Robotnik had never been to Stone’s apartment, nor had he ever been interested. A small, cramped flat was not his style. He needed space and room and an apartment just wouldn’t do. Plus, Stone spent all his time at the farm, there was no need to ever visit his place.

Walking through the halls, the foul odour and stingy carpets were less than ideal. Robotnik’s discomfort was drawn onto his face, it all being a bit too much at once. He never has to be here again, he reminded himself, much to his dismay.

Making his way through the door, it instantly felt claustrophobic. The kitchen was too small, the living room was too small, and he didn't even want to imagine the bathroom situation. It was all too bare, very little decorations. A few plants and basic wall art, but that was about it. Well… it wasn't like Stone spent much time here anyways.

“This is the hobbit hole yeh live in?” Robotnik commented, not stopping to take his boots off.

“Not anymore.” Stone looked at Robotnik with a smile.

“‘Bout time we got yeh outta this hellhole.” Robotnik dragged a finger across the kitchen counter, collecting dust on the tip of his glove. “I think I'm contractin' pneumono­ultra­micro­scopic­silico­volcano­coniosis.”

Stone shot him a confused look.

“Look it up later.”

Stone nodded. “Feel free to look around. I’m just going to box up what I need.” He made his way to his bedroom to collect his important documents - awards, birth certificate, passport, and various other identifications - locked away in his safe.

Robotnik continued to lurk around the one-bedroom apartment. The walls a plain beige, the floorboards a dark maple, and the popcorn ceiling having the rare water stain.

The only saving grace was that Stone took good care of it. It looked put together just like the man himself. Furniture wasn't askew, throw blankets were placed with precision, and everything was neatly stored away.

Eventually, Robotnik made his way into what seemed to be a small nook where Stone practiced his guitar skills. A few pieces of paper were spewed across a short, wooden end-table. He examined them, they looked to be the various songs Stone had written. Dates sat in the top left corner and Robotnik had to assume that’s when Stone wrote them. They only dated back to when Stone became his ranch hand. Odd, he thought.

Stone didn't say anything about not snooping through his stuff, so that's just what Robotnik did. He read through the most recent one, it being too sappy for him to finish reading. Robotnik assumed the love song was written for him, making his heart flutter.

Skimming through to the oldest one, which dated back to Stone’s second month working under Robotnik, it was yet another love song. Was it about him? It must be. Stone really had fallen quickly for him, hadn't he?

Stone, on the other hand, began rummaging through the drawers of his nightstand for anything that might be important after placing the needed documents on the bed.

Nothing, except a few rings that brought up an idea, but he pushed it away just as fast as it appeared. Ivo wasn't like that, Stone reminded himself. He did put the rings into his pocket however. Stone had carved them on his own a while back, a skill he had picked up at local workshops and continued in his free time using various scraps he found. He hadn’t worked on any jewelry since working with Robotnik. Stone’s free time had evolved around Ivo long before they started dating.

He had picked up many skills hopping from job to job, jewelry making was just another to add to his ever expanding list.

The closet was quite barren, most of his clothes had already made his way to Robotnik’s besides a few shirts and his fanciest dress shoes for those pesky job interviews. He was overskilled and overqualified, applying for jobs that didn't even pay minimum wage. It didn't matter in the end, they never got back to him.

Stone grabbed the empty box sitting on the floor in his closet and tossed the paperwork and the last of his clothing into it. He could hear Robotnik opening and closing doors, despite not having very many.

He headed back to the main area of the apartment where he found Robotnik on his knee scrounging around in the linen closet, his body shielded slightly by the door.

Holding onto the side of the door to lift himself up, Robotnik appeared with a white stetson in his hands.

“Why have I never seen yeh in this bright white goat roper?” He asked, somewhat curious.

“It was handed down to me from my grandfather. It’s made of beaver pelt, hence why it's so soft. Five xxxxx I believe. Just keepin’ it safe, that's all.”

“I assume you intend to bring it home then?”

Stone could feel the warmth spread throughout his chest at Robotnik’s use of the word home. Their home.

“If you let me, then yes.”

“I suppose I will allow this horrendous excuse for a stetson inside. Doesn’t match either of us, maybe it can be Sage’s. She’d pull it off better than you ever could. It would at least match her fur.”

Stone chuckled, “I’m sure she could. Not sure it would stay on very long.”

“We can cut holes for her-” Robotnik was interrupted by a small squeal from his partner. He looked over, eyebrow quirked.

“I did say I was keeping it safe so better not-”

“Joking! Obviously! Get. It. To. Geth. Er.” He clapped after putting the stetson on top of his very own.

“Apologies, sir.” Stone had to stifle a chuckle.

Robotnik grabbed a hold of Stone’s chin, pulling him forwards. “Sir? I don't recall this bein’ a work venture.” He pressed a light peck of his lips to Stone’s nose.

“Yur right.” Stone smiled.

“Of course I am!” Robotnik squished his cheeks together a few times for amusement before letting go, pushing the man back slightly.

“Find anything interesting?” Stone questioned.

“No. This is almost sadder than the orphanage. Filled with despair and in need of repair. Key word almost.”

The reminder of Robotnik’s childhood always pulled Stone’s heartstrings. He’d do anything to soothe the pain residing deep in his partner's mind. Not that Robotnik himself would ever admit to it, but Stone could see it.

“I don't wanna hear it, Aban. I'll smack that look clean off.” Robotnik threatened. “I think we should torch this sad sack of a crib and leave.” He continued.

“As much as I’d love to Ivo, I’m sure the other residents wouldn’t appreciate that.”

“Bah, who cares about ‘em.”

Stone chuckled, about ready to leave this place for good. “I just have a few more places to check.” He made his way to his cupboards, as a boot shaped glass awaited his arrival.

The glass sat at the top of the cupboard, away from his commonly used dishes. It was a relic, one that had (partial) relations to one Ivo Robotnik. He reached for the cup, hopping onto his tippy toes to reach it.

“Pint-sized.” Robotnik namecalled as he watched.

“You’ll want to see this. I think.” Stone grabbed it and turned around to face his partner. He spun the glass boot around, showing off the faded stampede logo dated back to 1975.

“Now where did you get that?” Robotnik quirked his eyebrow.

“I was given it at the stampede by an older gentleman in ‘98. He didn't want it anymore and he was going to give it to someone else… But it was my first stampede and I wanted something to remember it… To remember you, so I simply took it first.”

“Me?” Robotnik was slightly surprised to hear Stone had been influenced by him all those years ago.

“Yeah, that was the first time I ever saw you compete. Been head over heels ever since.” He smiled.

Robotnik rubbed the end of his moustache, attempting to recall his memories of that specific stampede. “Ah, yes. That's when I beat Espio in bareback riding. He was… adequate at best. My first time competing in bareback in that stampede and he had been on quite the streak too. Unfortunate his racin’ ain’t as smooth as his writin’.”

“I remember how upset he was gettin’ second place.”

“Threw a whole fit with lots of glittery language.”

Stone chuckled. “Good times.”

“Kim Mitchell played that weekend. And I swear to god if you ask who, Aban.”

Stone looked away, guilty as that was exactly what he was going to ask.

“Patio Lanterns? Go for a Soda? Rock ‘n’ Roll Duty? Any of those ring a bell, yeh vagabond?”

Stone shrugged. “Somewhat.”

“Ugh, whatever.” Robotnik stormed towards Stone in the kitchen from the living room, taking off the extra stetson that he was still wearing and put it on his partner's empty head. “Take this stupid thing back. Yer a fool, might as well look the part.” The hat sat atop of Stone’s head slightly askew. “There. Now everyone can tell what you are.” Robotnik pinched his cheek gently, causing Stone to chuckle.

“Thank you, maestro.” Stone straightened the stetson so it sat properly.

“Insufferable idiot.” Robotnik said with a loving bite as he strutted back towards the cramped living room, which only took a few steps.

“Ready to go?”

“Why yeh askin’ me? This is yer place, no?”

“Just ensuring yur done sight seeing, that's all. I just have to grab my box from the bedroom.”

“Then go. Shoo. Sooner we get outta here the better.”

Stone nodded then headed back towards his bedroom with the glass in hand. He gently put it into the box along with the hat and put the top on. He emerged back out into the main space. “I’m sure the landlord can find use for the rest of this stuff.”

“Their problem now. Let’s go, I can feel my vibrissae burnin’ up.”

With that, Robotnik and Stone were on their way back home to the farm. Stone still had plenty to do before the ranch actually became his house, but it was already home to him and had been for a long time. And it was clear to see that Robotnik considered it Stone’s home too.

---

Arriving home, they were greeted by Sage and her little Shadow. Stone carried his box inside while Robotnik knelt down to pet the dog, who seemed to be going white around the eyes and other places on her head despite still being quite young. White, not grey. White? Didn’t they grey?

Stone materialized beside him after putting his stuff in the house. Robotnik gently cupped Sage’s face in his hands, a smile appeared on her face. “Is she supposed to be growin' white already?”

Stone knelt down beside him to get a better look, even though he had noticed it too. “Not that I’m aware of.” Shadow rubbed against his leg asking for pets, which Stone gave.

“Perhaps it’s vitiligo."

“Wouldn’t hurt to take her to the vet for a checkup, just in case. Better safe than sorry.”

“Mm, yes. Get that scheduled then.” He stood up, joints popping in all the wrong places. “Follow, dear. I have something to show you.” Robotnik grabbed one of Stone’s lapels for emphasis.

They walked side-by-side, Robotnik clinging close to Stone for “warmth”, although they both knew better than to believe that. Both Sage and Shadow followed closely, not wanting to be left behind.

Walking into the barn, Sterling and Clementine had been caught nuzzling their noses over the stall doors. A small “aw” could be heard from Stone as they entered.

“They’re cute.” Stone leaned his head against his partner's shoulder.

“And we’re not? Pft.”

“Now yur just makin’ stuff up.”

“Maybe. Doesn’t matter.” Robotnik leaped towards Sterling who held her head over the stall door still. “Watch this.” He stuck up the rock n’ roll hand symbol and Sterling, to Stone’s amazement, began headbanging. Robotnik showed her the symbol multiple times and every time she would respond with headbanging, showing she recognized the hand gesture.

“That’s awesome, Ivo. You got yur own rockstar.”

“Needed someone. Yur useless.”

Stone shook his head and walked up to Clementine who was waiting for his arrival. “Hello, pebble.” He cooed while gently petting her forehead.

Robotnik got a good laugh squishing Sterling’s lips together, showing her teeth. Once she had had enough of his childishness, she knocked his stetson off, sending it flying backwards.

“Oh, you little!” He wagged his finger at her.

---

One of the “moving in” duties was re-painting the goat fence a pomegranate purple colour (Robotnik had designated them Stone’s problem). It had gone well for the most part, until Robotnik ultimately got bored and started painting Stone instead. He had ignored the first few marks, assuming his partner would return his attention back to the fence, but when he didn’t, Stone retaliated. Although, he had figured this was bound to happen.

The two did not finish painting the fence that day and would have to spend another working on it, Robotnik having blamed Stone, of course.

After that, once the pair had finished their duties for the day and washed up, Robotnik dipped on Stone, leaving him to his own accord. Stone decided to take Clementine out for a stroll on his own, something he hadn’t done in a long time. It was always the two men riding together. It was peaceful, but lonely. Robotnik had a path he followed almost every time. Stone used this time to diverge from that routine in favour of exploring a new one. Yes, the scenery was pretty, but something new would be refreshing.

Stone ended up finding a hidden gem that he wasn’t aware existed and wasn’t sure Robotnik knew either. He had found an abandoned car deep into the bushes, far from their trail. It was obvious it had been sitting there for decades. The windows had bullet holes, rusted frames, moss had grown, and just about everything important was missing, besides the steering wheel because of course. Plants had even grown through it. To put it simply, it was destroyed far beyond repair. It was, at that point, basically just the framework and the body, but it told a story - not one that Stone knew, of course. If Robotnik knew of the car, he probably knew of the story.

He had a hard time pinpointing the type of car and what year it was. It was an older model, that he could say for sure. Ivo probably knows, Stone figured and left it at that. Clementine stayed near and ate some of the bushes around it, content with Stone doing his thing.

Strolling around the farm once he was done with his ride, Stone still couldn’t find Robotnik. He checked the sheds, barns, and garages, but to no avail. He wasn’t tinkering and he wasn’t bothering Sterling, nor riding her. She was no longer in her stall, but Stone could see her out in the field, grazing by her lonesome. He would take Clementine back as soon as he found his partner. Really, there could only be so many places for him to be.

The last place he could think of was the chicken coop. He did spend more time there than the average cowboy. He hopped off Clementine and tied her to a nearby post (if she added any tension to the rope, it would untie, but she knew better than to tug.

Stone could only hear the odd clucking, not nearly as much as usual. “Ivo?” He slowly creaked open the door to reveal his partner had fallen asleep in the coop with the chickens. The smallest chicken (his favourite, despite saying he doesn’t have favourites) rested on his shoulders, while others cuddled up in or around his legs. Stone smiled at the sight, his heart feeling ten times bigger than it previously had. He didn’t want to wake him, but he couldn’t stay out here. The coop was warm from heaters, but Robotnik was no chicken.

It reminded Stone of when Robotnik had found him asleep with one of the cows. It had been late and Stone had heard some concerning noises outside, Robotnik still fast asleep. He had always been a light sleeper compared to his partner. Stone went out to check and had found that one of the calves had broken out of the fence and couldn’t get back in. He had helped it find its mother, but couldn’t recall what happened after that. Apparently, Robotnik had come searching for him in a panic and found him in the cow barn fast asleep with the mama cow and baby. He was not so graceful waking him up.

Stone would be. He gently shook Robotnik’s shoulder and watched as he cracked open his eyes, confused about where he was. “Good mornin', love.” He joked.

“What the?” Robotnik looked around, gaining consciousness. “When did I?”

“I’m not sure. I took Clem out for a ride. I just got back and found yah here. I’d let yah stay here, but I know you’ll wake up cranky tomorrow if I did.”

Robotnik huffed, he couldn’t argue since he knew it was true. “Well, I don’t feel like gettin’ up just yet.”

“We’re in no rush.” Stone joined him on the straw that sat on the ground of the coop. A few of the chickens quickly gathered on and around him. He gently stroked their feathers. It was soothing, he could see why Robotnik spent much of his time here. They seemed to love him too.