Robbie Williams / ??

[ephemera-pop.livejournal.com]

I am maybe a tad bit excited about going to see Robbie this coming week. A little bit. Just a smidge. :D And also confussed as to why there isn't more Robbie slash out there.

Robbie / JC?
Robbie / AJ?
Robbie / AJ / JC

you know it makes sense ....

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[dixie-chicken.livejournal.com]

Not a proper reply, but I did read a very long, intricate, and incrediblyfreakin'hot Robbie/Clay Aiken once. Never been able to find it again, lo.

[trumpeterofdoom.livejournal.com]

After, when they'd cleaned up and were waiting out their post-coital glow while smoking cigarettes, AJ rolled over and propped himself up on his arms, fingers tracing the music notes on the small of Robbie's back.

"The fuck you doin', you daft thing?" Robbie swatted his hand away. "It tickles."

"I'm trying to decide if this," AJ said, pressing his finger into the inked skin, "is the classiest tramp stamp ever."

"S'not a tramp stamp. It's one of the most recognisable bits of music in history."

AJ snorted. "Whatever, man."

Robbie rolled over onto his side and sat up on the bed, letting the sheet pool around his waist. "In any case, don't fucking forget that I was the one that had to convince you to get your first tattoo."

AJ leaned over the edge of the bed, his hand grasping into thin air for the ashtray that Robbie had set onto the floor earlier, and retrieved his cigarette, which was half gone, but still smoking slightly. "No you didn't."

"Yes I did." Robbie slapped AJ's bare ass lightly, ignoring the surprised yelp that he made. "I even gave you the address of that guy in Munich."

"You did?" AJ frowned.

"Course I did. I gave it to you that night back in...God it must be '94 or '95, I think. You were eyeing me up and down the entire night, remember?"

AJ took a long drag off his cigarette. "Fuck, has it really been 10 years already?" he said, then stuck his tongue out when Robbie stole the cigarette from him.

"It's been a hell of a long time, hasn't it? I remember thinking you were a skinny little thing the first time we met. Now look at you." Robbie reached out, fingertips brushing against the inked skin on AJ's forearm. They traced a slow, sensuous line up his arm, along his shoulder. AJ closed his eyes when Robbie leaned in close, warm breath tickling against the nape of his neck, and then made a contented sounded when he felt Robbie's tongue against the skin of his back.

"I love your fucking dragon," Robbie muttered, "I wish I had one of them."

AJ chuckled. "You've still got plenty of space on your arms. Not like me."

"You're planning full-on sleeves, yeah?"

"Eventually. The elbows are gonna fucking hurt like anything though, not looking forward to that."

Robbie flipped both of them over so that he had AJ pinned to the bed. "You're a secret masochist," Robbie said in a low whisper. "You like it when it hurts. You like it when you can feel."

AJ's lips quirked into a small smile. "Yeah, I'll give you that," he said, and he saw something in Robbie's eyes soften. More than anyone else he knew intimately, Robbie knew exactly what he'd gone through. What both of them had gone through.

"Save that for another time," Robbie said, leaning his forehead against AJ's, "because right now I'm thinking we could go for another round, eh?"

AJ smiled. "No complaints from me."

[pensnest]

*gleep* Excellent! Lovely casual intimacy.

[trumpeterofdoom.livejournal.com]

Hee, glad you liked! I did have fun trying to track down pictures of Robbie's tattoos.

[mirjam-fic.livejournal.com]

OHHHHHH Yea! Nice way to start the morning.