Robert Plant, my home away from home!
Oh fuck, oh FUCK - Jimbert please :)
Imagine giving Robert tummy kisses. You playfully push him on the bed and he smirks up at you. You take off his jacket for him. Then you gently thumb over his nipples, making him shiver. You rub your nose into chest, enjoying his familiar scent. You place your hands on his side, then rubbing your fingers over his belly button. Your lips meet with his soft skin. He moans out of pleasure as you kiss his stomach. Then you grab the front of his pants and pull them down just a bit to lick his lower abdomen.
Went through some old photos from last spring tonight. As I scrolled through the shots It made me so grateful for the friends I have and the wonderful adventures we go on together. This photo-set means a lot to me. Hopefully it inspires close friends to travel, love, sing, breathe, laugh, hike, run, swing, and experience the beautiful world we live in together.
"Look at me - just breathe, okay?" Jimsy, please!
They make love the first time in Jimmy’s flat. Weeks of covert necking whenever they have a moment, wherever they can find a place, has left them both desperate and breathless with anticipation.
Jimsy - "Where are you?!" Your fics are beautiful, btw!
"I hate to ask but can you come pick me up?" Jimmy’s voice crackles through the phone. John has his keys in hand before he’s even aware of picking them up.
I’m gonna be sick., Jimbert (maybe one taking care of the other whlist sick? would be cute :3)
Shh, c’mere…- Jimbert
Robert was sitting in the kitchen, long hands wrapped around a steaming mug of tea, listening to the storm. It was late night - or early morning, he supposed - at Headley Grange, and thunder had been rolling over them all night, the sky split periodically by sharp spires of lightning.
He wasn’t… He wouldn’t say he was afraid of storms, he was an adult, after all, and an outdoorsy one at that. But out here, away from home, they made him a touch uneasy. He watched rain mercilessly beat against the windows, hypnotic and rhythmic, hardly noticing when Jimmy crept into the kitchen to join him at the table.
"Alright?" Robert jumped an inch when Jimmy spoke, soft voice breaking the stillness inside the house.
"Uh, yeah," Robert said, shaking himself a little. He took a surreptitious sip of tea. "Don’t suppose you’ve got a spot of whisky, eh?" He said, nodding at his mug.
“‘Fraid not,” Jimmy replied. His pale face was turned toward the windows, lit up as bright white lightning rolled across the clouds.
"Damn," Robert said. He clutched the mug harder, feeling his hands begin to tremble. Thunder rumbled in the middle distance, closer than it had seemed moments ago. They were illuminated again, briefly, by an answering flash of lightning, and Robert inhaled sharply.
"Not too fond of storms," he said. A deafening clap of thunder shook the house and Robert let out a small, involuntary whimper.
"Shh, c’mere," Jimmy said, reaching a hand out to cover Robert’s. "Let’s go to bed, alright?"
Robert pulled his gaze from the flickering lightning outside, resting it instead on the moon-faced man in front of him. “Alright,” he said.