I think that is a lovely idea! I had started this a few years ago. Let me know if it's in line with the sort of thing you are looking for:
Cocktails with Rob & Si and we all know what that means. Looks like someone has a girly drink?
Simon sat in the plastic chair and brought his drink up to his lips. His heavy-lidded eyes had been on Robert from the minute they reached the bar outside. And now the alcohol was having an effect on him as well as his band mates, who were now milling aimlessly about, dodging the last of the reporters.
Robert trudged over to him unsteadily, his eyes mischevious and his grin beaming.
“Another one Si…”
“The fuck is that?” Simon glanced at the glass in Robert’s hand, the little yellow umbrella moving as Robert swirled the liquid around and he laughed at that vision in front of him: Robert peering into the bottom of his glass with one eye closed for no reason other than the fact that he was probably already drunk.
“Dunno. Some lemon-lime thing. Not bad though.” Simon couldn’t help but notice Robert’s pink tongue pop out and lick his lips slowly.
“You serious?” Simon frowned as Robert’s lips surrounded the straw and sucked up the liquid. “Give it here.” Simon motioned for Robert to bend down and as Robert leaned over and presented the drink to him, Simon quickly picked out the umbrella, tossing it away, “Stupid fucking thing.” He laughed as Robert’s smile grew.
“Pfft…” Robert snorted and plopped down on his lap, “Ooh, pictures! Look!”
Porl wandered over with his camera and Robert squirmed on top of Simon as the flimsy chair swayed under their weight.
"Ow!" Simon protested, but not too much for it to be anywhere near serious, "Fucking heavy you are Rob!" By now they were both laughing and mugging for the camera and as Robert beared down even more on Simon's lap and leaned back, Porl snapped their picture.
“You know,” Simon laughed, “If Mary sees this she won’t be happy.”
Robert draped his arm around Simon’s shoulder and leaned in so close Simon could smell the citrus on his breath and he nervously cleared his throat. Considering the fact that Robert was just as (if not more) inebriated than him, his eyes were still an incredibly clear, bright blue and as they looked into Simon's for a fleeting moment, he felt his cheeks getting hot.
"Well, she's not happy about lots of things, is she Si?" Robert murmured, and his hand came around the back of Simon's head, his fingers weaving into his hair as his firm lips found the side of Simon's face where they placed a soft, lingering kiss.
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Cocktails with Rob & Si and we all know what that means. Looks like someone has a girly drink?
Simon sat in the plastic chair and brought his drink up to his lips. His heavy-lidded eyes had been on Robert from the minute they reached the bar outside. And now the alcohol was having an effect on him as well as his band mates, who were now milling aimlessly about, dodging the last of the reporters.
Robert trudged over to him unsteadily, his eyes mischevious and his grin beaming.
“Another one Si…”
“The fuck is that?” Simon glanced at the glass in Robert’s hand, the little yellow umbrella moving as Robert swirled the liquid around and he laughed at that vision in front of him: Robert peering into the bottom of his glass with one eye closed for no reason other than the fact that he was probably already drunk.
“Dunno. Some lemon-lime thing. Not bad though.” Simon couldn’t help but notice Robert’s pink tongue pop out and lick his lips slowly.
“You serious?” Simon frowned as Robert’s lips surrounded the straw and sucked up the liquid. “Give it here.” Simon motioned for Robert to bend down and as Robert leaned over and presented the drink to him, Simon quickly picked out the umbrella, tossing it away, “Stupid fucking thing.” He laughed as Robert’s smile grew.
“Pfft…” Robert snorted and plopped down on his lap, “Ooh, pictures! Look!”
Porl wandered over with his camera and Robert squirmed on top of Simon as the flimsy chair swayed under their weight.
"Ow!" Simon protested, but not too much for it to be anywhere near serious, "Fucking heavy you are Rob!" By now they were both laughing and mugging for the camera and as Robert beared down even more on Simon's lap and leaned back, Porl snapped their picture.
“You know,” Simon laughed, “If Mary sees this she won’t be happy.”
Robert draped his arm around Simon’s shoulder and leaned in so close Simon could smell the citrus on his breath and he nervously cleared his throat. Considering the fact that Robert was just as (if not more) inebriated than him, his eyes were still an incredibly clear, bright blue and as they looked into Simon's for a fleeting moment, he felt his cheeks getting hot.
"Well, she's not happy about lots of things, is she Si?" Robert murmured, and his hand came around the back of Simon's head, his fingers weaving into his hair as his firm lips found the side of Simon's face where they placed a soft, lingering kiss.