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James ties the last knot and rocks back on his heels. He hears a strangled noise behind him, and glances over his shoulder.
“Robbie?”
The flush on the older man’s neck has him slightly worried his lover has been over-exerting himself.
“Just... admiring your technique.”
For a moment, the roughness in Robbie’s voice confuses him. Then, with a shock of understanding, he laughs, and wipes his face on his sleeve. Turning his back on the freshly-staked tomato plants, he pulls Robbie into a kiss.
“Don’t be jealous of them. You can ‘admire my technique’ up close at home. I promise."