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[raith_rogue]

Thomas had completely forgotten about the bracelet in all of the "get Robin drunk and find out more," planning, and it was a couple of days before he found it again, when he checked his pants pockets before sending them out to be washed. He set it on the dresser to give to Robin and then promptly forgot it once again until he came home from work.

"...Right," he muttered, scooping up the charm and taking it with him as he came out to the living room to put on some music and wait for Robin to get home. No time like the present to try out the new spell Harry had put on it.

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[raith_rogue]

Thomas blinked and yanked his hand out of Robin's grip. "Sor-ry." He sat up with a huff and grabbed a spare blanket and his pillow, heading for the door.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin groaned again, and buried his face in the pillow. He didn't call after Thomas, though. Honestly, Thomas should probably be glad that Robin could resist him.

Which was one of the reasons that Robin had done it. To prove it to himself.

Even if he was probably going to have a jerk off now if he was going to have any hope of sleeping.

[raith_rogue]

Thomas dropped his blanket and pillow on the couch and then put away the leftover thai food that was still waiting on the kitchen counter, slamming cupboards and the refrigerator as much as possible. Petty, yes, but tonight had sucked.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin listened to Thomas, and finally, after the sound died down, he slid a hand onto his cock and, with a quiet sigh, began to jerk off.

It annoyed the shit out of him that he was thinking of Thomas. And when he tried to think of someone else instead, his mind went to blond hair and feathers. Fuck.

When he came, it was with another quiet groan, and he cleaned himself up with a tissue and then sprawled across the entire bed to sleep.

At least he could count on something about Thomas - in the morning they just wouldn't talk about it, and all would be well.