𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬/𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

focus (ralbert)

in which race needs attention

from a prompt list!! 

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modern au
ships: ralbert
words: yes
prompt: "You can't banish me! This is my bedroom too!"
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Race sighed, his feet dangling off the edge of the bed as he stared at the ceiling. He loved having free time in his afternoons, he really did. When he was done with all his lectures and was back from the coffee shop, he enjoyed having some time to himself. He could take a walk around the city, maybe meet Romeo, even stop by the dance studio if he still had enough energy for that. There were a lot of things he liked to do when he had time. But right now, he was bored out of his mind.

He rolled over, burying his face in the mattress. He lifted up his head, sneaking a glance over at the chair where Albert was sitting. Race felt a grin make its way to his lips, managing to get himself off the bed and make his way to him. He leaned over the redhead's shoulder, taking a look at the screen of the computer placed on his lap. Albert had been working on his term paper for hours now and Race needed attention. "Watcha doing?" He asked.

"Racer, please, I really need to focus on this." Albert groaned, knowing very well what Race was trying to do.

"Albie, you've been working on this for ages!" Race removed the laptop from his boyfriend's lap, going to take a seat himself. "Come on. Spare me some Albert time. I've earned it, I haven't even complained for the past hour."

"Race, please, this is important..." Albert protested, gently pushing Race out of his lap and reaching over to the desk where he had left his laptop. Race whined, falling back into the bed as he kept rapidly typing.

The blond rolled around the bed a couple times before he shot up to his feet again, skipping his way to the desk. "Hey, Albie?" he smiled.

"Race..."

"You've abandoned me. I'm lonely!" He dramatically fell against the boy's shoulder.

"Oh, quit poutin', Race! You know I gotta finish this." Albert sighed, shoving Race away.

"Not for another three weeks! And it's not like you're behind either!" Race frowned. "C'mon, Al." He leaned forward behind the ginger, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and kissing the back of his neck. "I could use some company." He hardly managed to get his hand under Albert's tank top before he moved away from him, his cheeks flushed red.

"Nope!" He exclaimed. "No, no way, nope! Not happening. You know what, I'm banishing you. Get outta here."

"What?" Race laughed "You can't banish me, this is my bedroom too!"

"No, it isn't, not anymore, I'm kicking you out! I'm filing for divorce!"

"We're not married, stupid!"

"Well, we could be!"

"Fine, then!" Race almost stormed off to the kitchen before he got an idea, a devilish smirk creeping its way to his face. "Guess I'll just go hang out with Spot."

Albert set his laptop down at this, his face falling to a deadpan expression. "...Spot Conlon? You're going out with Spot Conlon?"

"Yeah, why?" Race shrugged, grabbing his coat off the hanger by the door. "Figured it was okay, since I'm obviously not wanted here."

Albert smiled, finally getting up from his chair and pulling Race in by his hips. "Ok, fine. You win." He rolled his eyes. "Now, put down that coat, you're not going anywhere." He leaned in to kiss his boyfriend.

"Wow, needy much... " Race mumbled against his lips, right before Albert flicked him on the forehead.

"Alright." Albert pulled away, still holding Race by his waist. "Since I'm not getting that paper done, how 'bout we watch a movie?"

"Yeah, alright." Race smiled and hung up his coat again once they let go of each other, walking to the living room.

"Hey, did you say we... could be married?"

"...Crap."