Robert Hunter Oneshots

Plans

Word count: 811

Carlos Garcia was a well structured man. He had been prepared for every possibility since he left high school. There had even been a Plan B in case he wouldn't make detective. There was a plan for accidentally getting a girl pregnant. There was a plan for getting cancer at a young age.

Anna liked to joke that Carlos had his own funeral planned out. Carlos just liked having some certainty in life. Knowing that he was prepared in case something bad happened. That he could always make sure Anna and he had a stable life.

And so far it had worked. It had worked for a very long time, in fact. And it still did. But a few years prior something had happened that he couldn't have planned. It wasn't that he hadn't considered his future police partner. He had had a plan in case he hated him. He had had a plan for becoming best friends or at least friends with him.

What he hadn't had a plan for was Robert Hunter being his partner.

Robert Hunter was the smartest man Carlos had ever met. And possibly the most fucked up person he had ever met, as well. Robert Hunter seemed to have deleted every tiny bit of knowledge about self-care and self-preservation. He was a mess. An alcoholic. Had insomnia. At least one extremely bad depressive episode every month. And if that wasn't the case then it was just because they were working on a big case.

Carlos couldn't have had a plan for him. Robert Hunter wasn't someone you could make a plan for if you wanted to.

And not even that was that big of a deal. Or at least it wouldn't have been if they had just stayed friends. If that one night at the bar had never happened. If they hadn't had this conversation about Carlos being queer.

Carlos couldn't even remember how this conversation had ended up happening. Too many drinks were involved but that's about all he knew. After that everything blurred into a shaky memory of hot skin, sweat, moans and cum. 

It had ended up being the first time Carlos had left after sleeping with someone without saying goodbye in years. Yes, he had had some wild nights in college where he couldn't even remember the names of the people he had had sex with but waking up next to Robert was entirely different.

He had gotten up, grabbed all of his clothes and had left. In this moment, he had panicked so much that he hadn't even gotten dressed in Robert's apartment but instead in the stairwell of the building before running out to his car, driving away and calling Anna completely panicked.

Carlos had stayed over at Robert's apartment before. But even though he couldn't really remember the night prior when he woke up, there was no way that he could convince himself that they hadn't had sex.

Robert had been lying in bed naked, just like him. And they were both covered in hickeys and light scratches. Plus, Carlos had found a condom on the floor.

So to sum it all up: Fuck. In every meaning this word has.

Carlos had spend the next week praying that Robert had been drunk enough to not remember at all. And for a week, everything had been fine. They had worked together normally. They had spend their lunch breaks calmly together. They had acted like they always did.

Until Anna had invited Robert over for dinner. And it had been fine. During dinner, at least. When Anna had left the room, Robert had turned to Carlos and had asked if she knows.

"Does she know?" Robert asked. "Does who know what?" "Carlos, does Anna know that we fucked?" "What? You- You remember?" Robert leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees. "Your hickeys are still all over me. And I bet mine are still on you as well. And yes, I remember the night. It's not a clear memory but I remember you moaning my name and I remember holding onto your hair for dear life because I didn't want us to be even an inch apart."

Carlos' breath got stuck in his throat. "She knows..." he then just mumbled. "Okay. And what do we do now?" "Why?" "Are we going to keep working with each other like nothing happened or are we going to talk about you being poly since you came out anyway and see where this goes?"

"Get your ass out of bed, breakfast is ready." Robert slapped Carlos' ass and Carlos groaned.

Yeah, there was really no way of planning in a Robert Hunter.

"What are we having? I'm not getting up if it's not worth it." "You swallowed my cum last night, you can get up for eggs."

No way to plan. But very worth meeting him anyway.