BRANCE + RINNEY

the titanic if it didnt sink

✰ fulltimebodyguard: im not gay ✰
✰ fulltimebodyguard: on a totally unrelated note.... ✰
✰ fulltimebodyguard: i'm outside your window ✰

"I hate you."

Robin crossed his arms as he undid his ponytail, shuddering from the cold weather he had just escaped from. Finney, who had 'begged' him to come over, closed his bedroom window with a smile of adoration.

"Your house is, what, five minutes away? Stop being so grumpy." Finney ran his hands through his hair as he turned around, his face matching that of a freshly grown strawberry as he met Robin's eyes. "I'm not grumpy. I'm cold."

Finney flinched slightly as Robin's arms wrapped around his waist, his cold fingers latching onto the exposed skin on his hips. Robin pressed his forehead to Finney's shoulder, smiling into the fabric of the shirt he had leant him as he inhaled the scent of his shampoo.

"You're going to give me frostbite." Finney laughed as Robin pulled away from him, a pout pulling at his bottom lip as he threw himself onto a mattress that didn't belong to him. "Come and cuddle with me, asshole."

Robin pressed his back against the wall as he laid down, opening his arms for Finney who immediately snuggled into his chest. The darkness from outside traced along the walls of the bedroom, casting shadows of passing cars onto the plastered wallpaper and floorboards. Robin pulled Finney closer, wrapping the younger boy's comforter around the both of them.

"I thought you said you weren't gay." Finney smiled up at Robin, his eyes sparkling as he tried to keep them open. Robin smiled down at him, his lips puckered as he latched them onto Finney's forehead quickly. "Shut up, you know I was just joking."

Finney's smile grew as Robin's arms tightened around him, the sound of the other's heartbeat orchestrating through his ears as his breathing evened out.

"Happy eight months Robin."

"Happy eight months loser."

Finney pulled away from Robin slightly, laughing when he was pulled back to his chest. Robin smiled at the sound, pressing more kisses to Finney's temple.

"Happy eight months Finn."

"Happy eight months stupid."

Robin latched his fingers onto Finney's waist and began to tickle him, laughing as the boy squirmed away from his touch. Finney laughed too, breathlessly, as he attempted to grab Robin's hands.

"Okay, okay! I give!" Finney put his head on Robin's chest, hiccuping laughter as the other's hands calmed and wrapped around him once more. "I love you Finney." Robin put his head atop Finney's, his eyes fluttering closed as he melted into the warmth of the bed.

"I love you too dumbass."

Robin smiled into Finney's hair, not attempting to move as he was nearly asleep. Finney peeked up at him, smiling as he quickly placed a kiss onto his chin.

"Happy eight months Robin."