raith_rogue | For Robin: In the days after

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For Robin: In the days after

Thomas had given Robin some space after helping him get free of Lara's clutches. As amazing as the sex itself would have been, and Thomas had no doubt that it had, it had also been against his will, with the intent to break his will, in fact. And that wouldn't be easily moved beyond, especially by Robin.

But there was giving him space, and there was being ignored by him. When nearly the entire week had passed, and Robin hadn't called, hadn't texted, hadn't stopped by, Thomas decided he'd had enough space. Ignoring what had happened wouldn't fix things, and neither would ignoring him.

He passed off his last appointment of the day to Monique when she had a cancellation and drove directly to Robin's car lot, knowing that was the most likely place to catch him. He pulled his sleek white sportscar into one of the empty spaces in front of the building, looking around the lot for Robin as he pulled in.

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It was near the end of the day, which meant it was about time for Robin to go home. He didn't work late - he didn't have to. So he was just gathering up his things when he looked out the window of his office and saw Thomas' car pull up.

He'd had a feeling Thomas was going to show up eventually, and he wasn't sure whether he was annoyed or relieved. But he just slid his expensive cashmere scarf around his neck, locked up his office, and stepped outside.

"I could make you a good deal on something newer," he said.

Thomas gave him a wry smile, expecting the comment by now. He leaned against the window frame without getting out and drawled, "Don't worry. If history is anything to go by, Harry will get it nice and smashed up for me soon enough, and you can hook me up with a new one then." He paused and then asked casually, "Got any plans tonight?"

Robin moved a little closer, so that they were out of earshot of any lingering customers.

"I was planning on picking someone up so I could get my dick sucked," he said with utter seriousness. Even if it was a lie.

"Good thing I'm here. I can save you the trouble," Thomas replied with a smirk. "My place or yours?"

Robin opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it again. Clearly rethinking.

He realized he couldn't think of a single damn reason to turn him down. What reason would there be... that wouldn't involve admitting that something had happened to change his behavior?

"Mine," he said. "You can drive."

Thomas looked pleased and hit the button to unlock the doors. "You got it." He'd half-expected Robin to turn him down, and then he would have had to figure out what to do next.

Robin climbed into the car, dropping his briefcase into the backseat first. "Drove all the way over here just because you missed the way I taste, did you?"

It was a somewhat half-hearted attempt to sound like himself again.

"I was tired of being ignored," Thomas stated bluntly, pulling out of the parking space and turning out of the lot into traffic with a squeal of tires against the somewhat wet and slick pavement.

"I wasn't ignoring you," said Robin. "I just didn't see you, there's a difference. And here I thought I was the one that the world revolved around. That bored without me?"

"There isn't a difference," Thomas muttered, "beyond semantics." He didn't answer Robin's question, though. Bored wasn't the exact word for it. The exact word was something he would never say, not to Robin, not to anyone in relation to Robin.

"Don't be such a girl," Robin said breezily as he buckled his seatbelt. "I've been busy. I missed two days of work, remember?"

"Uh huh. It has nothing to do with--" Thomas bit off his sarcastic reply and shook his head. "Fine. You were busy." He took a corner too fast, but the car only fishtailed a little before straightening, Thomas not even tensing up.

"Yeah," said Robin, "I am so getting you into a new car." He leaned his head back against the head rest and closed his eyes.

"What do you have in mind?" Thomas asked, mostly to keep the conversation going, to try to get things back to normal between them.

"Well first of all," said Robin, "ditch the white. You're about as subtle as a kick to the head. Dark blue, I think. And we have a convertible that would kick this car's ass in a race."

Thomas glanced over. "I like white." It was a vanity thing, he knew, but the Raiths drove white cars. The thought of owning a dark blue car just...felt wrong.

"Of course you do," Robin said dryly. "Well, think about it." He slumped down a little in the seat and closed his eyes. Thomas knew the way to his place.

"I will." And he would, although he wasn't interested in replacing his car just yet. He'd meant it when he said it would probably get smashed up sooner rather than later. That was just what happened to his cars since Harry had become a part of his life.

He glanced over at Robin and remained silent for the rest of the ride, not interested in pushing conversation if Robin wasn't. He pulled into the parking complex and parked the car before he looked over again, smiling faintly.

Robin looked over at Thomas. "You look like a nervous prom date," he said before snapping his seat belt off, opening the door, and climbing out.

Thomas' smile disappeared and he sighed softly as he undid his seatbelt and got out, locking the car behind him. He wasn't sure what to expect from Robin right now, and he hated it. It left him straining for things to say, how to behave.

God, he needed a drink.

Robin walked toward the lobby, glancing over his shoulder at Thomas. "My ass looks great in these pants, right?"

Thomas looked at Robin's ass, considering. "Definitely. But not as great as it'll look out of them," he replied with a smirk.

"Oh, that's always true," Robin said breezily as they swept into the building and past the doorman, into the elevator.

Thomas chuckled and followed him in, standing close as the doors closed and the elevator began rising. He glanced at Robin out of the corner of his eye and then brushed his hand lightly over said ass.

Robin's tongue darted out to lick his lips, and he looked over his shoulder at Thomas as the elevator climbed.

"Missed me did you."

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