𝗘𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 [ 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 ] ❜

𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑂𝑛

𝐼𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ ~ 𝑅𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐽𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝

Inspired by: Hold On ~ Take That

Watching Progress interviews and reading some very kinky Willorange fics on AO3 at 3am led me to writing this...I can only apologise hahaha

♡'･ᴗ･'♡♡'･ᴗ･'♡♡'･ᴗ･'♡♡'･ᴗ･'♡

I touch your mouth, I touch your lips

The answers are our fingertips

Not giving up or giving in

Why are we so complicated?

A bedroom, somewhere, 2011

Walking back into the bedroom, an achy Robbie Williams finds a dozing Jason Orange still laid in his bed, having not moved from the position they'd finished in. Yes, literally finished. Robbie's heart soars, and involuntarily he reaches a hand out to stroke his cheek. Jason nuzzled into his touch.

It was an odd thing this, Jason Orange in Robbie Williams bed. Neither man could say exactly how it happened either, especially after what Jason did, or what Jason thought he did to Robbie back in the day. But in fact, Robbie had never held it against him, not in the same sadistic way that he did with Gary.

Realistically, he should have done, after all, Jason was pretty much the one who fired him on that fateful day in 1995.  But the younger man found it difficult to blame the man he'd just spent the last 5 years wishing he was good enough for. All he'd ever wanted was Jason to see him as more than a bratty, hormonal teenage boy. He got his wish when they came back together for Progress, having both grown, mentally, physically - they had grown ready for each other. When they fell into bed together, it had felt, somehow, like coming home.

"You not wanting to clean up a bit Jay?" The older man rolls lethargically to his side a bit, a lazy, but blissful smile gracing his features.

"Gimme a second. Me legs are too shaky to move still!" Robbie chuckles, clambering back into the bed with a contented sigh. Jason's arms reach out for him in a grabby like motion, and pulls them into a gentle kiss, a contrast to the heated kisses shared only 10 minutes ago. Both can't help but smile into the kiss.

When they move apart, Robbie takes a second, letting his eyes travel down Jason's bare back and pert little arse, cheeks flushing as he took in the scratch marks now adorning his soft skin. The deep bruises on his own skin were now evident, turning a dark shade of purple. The memory of how they got there sent a shiver up his spine. Before now, Robbie had never imagined himself being used in the way Jason used him in sex. It was painful, but the most beautiful kind of hurt. He wanted Jason to use him, to let him get his sweet revenge for all the years Robbie had tormented him.

"You alright there Rob?" He shakes his head, coming out of his wandering thoughts and back to the gorgeous man beside him.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good, that was really great Jay. It was alright for you, wasn't it?" The doubt in his tone made Jason's stomach flip uneasily, and he pressed his lips to Rob's shoulder blade reassuringly.