Robert Hunter Oneshots

My heart is so full of you I can hardly call it my own

Word count: 1412

Carlos' gasped for air, throwing his head back. He bit down on his lip and groaned loudly as his body slowly started to relax. Robert felt like they were sinking deeper into the mattress together.

"Hey, rookie, you still with me?" he asked softly, placing his hand on Carlos' cheek while slowly pulling his softening cock out.

"Hmm..." Carlos hummed, his eyes flattering lightly but not really opening.

Robert rolled of the condom, knotted it up and dropped it into the trashcan before sitting down next to Carlos' upper body.

The younger man was covered in sweat. His long dark hair had been tied back but the flyaway strands where now sticking to his forehead. Little drops of sweat had formed a little puddle in his suprasternal notch.

"God, you're so pretty." Robert mumbled, his hand cupping his cheek again while he was smiling down at the other man, still in a post-sex haze.

Carlos turned his face into the soft touch, pressing his cheek against the other man's palm. A long, loud breath escaped his nose. His chest was still heaving while he tried to catch his breath.

"I will leave you alone for just a moment, darling. I'm going to get something to clean you up, okay?" Robert said softly, pressing a kiss to Carlos' forehead before he got up and walked to the bathroom.

He didn't like to leave Carlos alone directly after they had sex because he knew how desperate Carlos got for physical touch. But he couldn't really prep the warm cloth to clean Carlos up with. He already did his best with prepping some snacks that would get his blood sugar back up.

Robert enjoyed coming back into the room and seeing Carlos stretched out on the bed, his hands still over his head where Robert had pinned them down with his own grip, his hair still sticking to his sweaty forehead, his entire body glistening, his own cum still spilled all over his upper body and his softening cock being covered by the thin sheet he had somehow managed to cover himself up with at least a little bit.

He truly was incredibly beautiful. And even though, this was nothing new to Robert, it still seemed a little bit overwhelming to Robert exactly how beautiful his partner was.

He came closer with the bowl of warm water, the soft cloth swimming around in it. Robert put down the bowl on the nightstand, taking the cloth and wringing the excess water out over the bowl.

"I'm going to clean your face first so you feel a little fresher, alright, my love?" he asked softly, his hand finding its way to Carlos' chest nearly automatically.

Carlos opened his eyes, blinking a few times. It was basically impossible to not see him processing his partner's words. "Yeah, okay..." he finally mumbled. Robert wasn't sure if he actually heard what he had said, since Carlos looked like he was about to fall asleep or had just woken up from falling asleep because his body felt so drained. But Robert always asked the same thing, informing Carlos more than he actually asked.

By now, he knew perfectly what Carlos needed and what made him feel good. 

Plus, starting with his face when cleaning him up was just logically the smartest choice. Yes, his junk was sticky with lube and cum was splattered on his stomach, slowly drying and making him feel even more gross. So while these parts needed cleaning up more than his sweaty face did, it would still make him feel more fresh to get the sweat washed away from his forehead and upper lip, than cleaning it last when all the cum and lube was already mixed with the water.

Robert wiped over Carlos' closed eyes first. He didn't rub them, made sure the fabric touched the skin soft enough to not put pressure on his eyes but also firm enough to wash away the little bit of sweat and possibly tears that had gathered there.

Then his forehead, brushing the thin strands of flyaway hair back out of his face, using a little more pressure but never being rough. He did the same with his nose, his cheeks, his lips and his chin before washing out the cloth and then continuing on his neck and chest, slowly working his way down to his stomach and then his legs before carefully wiping of the lube still stuck to his privates.

The whole time, he mumbled quiet praises, pressing little kisses to all the spots he had already cleaned.

"Cuddles..." Carlos mumbled tiredly as he felt Robert break the skin contact again.

"I will be right there, love, I just need to put you in some underwear and put the comfy sheets back onto the bed. Just a little more patience." Robert said softly, not stopping his movements, knowing that it would just cost time.

He grabbed the fresh clothes Carlos put out beforehand. "Grab some strawberries, love, you need to get your blood sugar up." he said, pointing at the bowl of strawberries and the water bottles he had put up on the other nightstand.

"Not hungry." Carlos responded, his voice slurred. It was obvious how badly he wanted to sleep but Robert knew that he wouldn't fall asleep again till he held him in his arm.

"Darling, please. Just a few, you need it. I promise, I will hurry up." Robert pleaded while helping Carlos put on underwear.

With a suffering groan, Carlos sat up to grab the strawberries. Robert used that moment to pull a shirt over his head. Then he pulled out the sheet from under him that they use so they don't have to wash an entire set of bed sheets every second night.

He threw all of it into the laundry basket before picking up the actual blanket and pillows from the floor. Carlos strategically moved out of the way when Robert put down the pillows, pulling up his legs when he spread out the huge blanket.

Carlos' lips were smeared with a little bit of red strawberry juice. He looked adorable. Robert leaned in and carefully kissed it away, smiling. "You're so pretty." he mumbled, brushing his hand along the tied back hair.

"You say it so differently when you're fucking me." Carlos' voice was slurred from being so tired and he had put down the bowl in his lap like he couldn't even take holding it. His eyes were still flattering shut now and then.

"You are pretty in a different way when I fuck you." Robert said, taking a strawberry and quickly eating it to get his own blood sugar up. Carlos leaned his head against Carlos' chest, closing his eyes and enjoying the neck scratches he got. Robert hurried a little with eating the last few strawberries and then taking a big gulp of water.

"Okay, come on, baby. Let my lay down so you can cuddle up to me." he whispered and Carlos groaned, lazily moving away from Robert just a little bit so Robert had space to move.

Robert put aside the bowl and the water bottle, then laid down, opening his arms and holding up the blanket so Carlos would come closer. Carlos dropped himself onto the mattress, groaning softly. He didn't move closer. Robert chuckled: "So tired, hm?"

He pulled the blanket over Carlos, laying down next to him and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. Robert could feel his boyfriend's muscles still trembling a little under his skin. But he didn't seem to mind, just pushed his face deeper into Robert's neck, taking deep breaths to calm his body down further. Robert rubbed his back, pushing his palm into the muscles and softening them more and more.

"Go to sleep, my love. I'm here. I will hold you." Robert whispered into Carlos' hair, carefully tugging on the hair tie to loosen it and open Carlos' bun. Carlos doesn't mind, his head still in the crook of Robert's neck, his breaths slowing down more and more while Robert gave him some head scratches.

"I love you so much." he whispered, following up with quiet praises. Carlos was deep asleep in his arms but Robert chose to stay awake just a little longer to make sure he really did sleep softly and felt safe. He buried his nose in his hair and breathed in his scent. "I never want to stop holding you."