"Feels like only yesterday you were that wide-eyed bloke, fresh off the plane and running late..."
He stole a sip of Jon's drink, smacking his lips a little in pleasure. They'd polished off the bottle with ease, delighting now as they had earlier in the day during all-inclusive wine tour the vintage they'd eventually chosen. There was still the remainder of the case sitting back in their suite and odds were it would take a serious hit between now and Sunday, but that's what getaways were all about: complete enjoyment of their surroundings and all that it had to offer. To hell with healthy diets and exercising restraint.
"And just think about the coming weeks! Malta then Scotland and England for Christmas - we might need a stay at home afterward just to get a rest!"
Robb hummed thoughtfully at the last, daydreaming about all that globe-hopping and the brilliant adventures they were bound to have. He knew how badly Jon missed their workplace camaraderie, for he did too! Letting Jon out the door every morning was no less torturous now than it had been that first day, but like any good souls from the Sceptred Isle they'd pulled their trousers up and soldiered on as Churchill had asked of their grandparents - sometimes quite literally!
I should make a lunchtime visit to the set again sometime, he decided, wicked grin amping up as if clockwork driven. Jon is long overdue for a clandestine meet up. Maybe share lunch in the craft tent after...
And this time, Robb would go out of his way to amorously fork-feed Jon whatever nibbles he found appetizing. Though that wasn't much of a problem given lover's truly bottomless stomach.
"Wouldn't half mind a lowkey do for our one-year," Robb admitted, sotto voce, his eyelids growing heavy as the cock he fondled with easy familiarity. "Me and you behind a locked door with enough food and kit to ride out the apocalypse."