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Robert stares at his reflection in the mirror. The shower is on in their bathroom, spray heating up the room slowly. He and Chad had just gotten home from work, ready to unwind together, but Robert's brain apparently has other plans.
He presses his fingers a little harder than he needs to into his stomach, feeling the way the flesh gives under his touch. His hands roam over his hips, the way they slightly spill over the band of his black briefs. He eyes the way his thighs have grown soft from where they touch together and he groans inwardly - cursing his primary care doctor for telling him that he needs to take it easy with his joint pain, otherwise he'd still be going to the gym every morning.
He looks up at himself, at the new half-rimmed glasses now covering his eyes and the way his freckles splay over his shoulders. He suddenly feels self-conscious - which is such a new feeling to him that it stuns him.
Self-conscious? Him? He used to use three-in-one products and wear the same clothes until moths ate holes in the fabric, he didn't used to care what he looked like. No offense at all to his husband, but that was more of a Chad thing than a Robert thing.
He mentally slaps himself, his therapist would hate that thought. She would tell him that comparison does nothing good for either of them.
Sighing as he gets into the shower, he hopes that the water washes away all of his terrible thoughts. He turns the water as hot as he can handle it to be, and imagines all of his negative thoughts flowing off of him and down the drain.
Despite his best efforts, all the shower does is sting his skin once he gets out. He pulls on the baggiest clothes he can find - which happen to be an old matching set of Grey sweatpants and sweatshirt. He falls onto his back on the bed, and pulls their comforter over his head.
He hears sock clad steps coming up the stairs, and Chad's voice floats into the room. "Hey baby, the rice is mostly done so dinner shouldn't be- why the fuck are you in bed?" Chad don't sound mad, just confused. Lying in a crumpled heap in bed wasn't part of their plans; they had new episodes of a housewives related reality show to watch.
"Mmfine," He mumbles, turning his head into the pillow - it smells like Chad's leave-in conditioner, the jasmine and vanilla scent bringing tears to his eyes.
"Uh-huh," Chad doesn't sound impressed, and Robert pictures him standing in there doorway, hand on his hip," That's why you're hiding from me? Because you're fine?"
Robert feels the bed dip, his husbands voice suddenly a lot closer," We talked about this, Janet said we have to say the bad thoughts out-loud, even if they're weird as fuck."
Janet is their couples therapist, one they see once a month just to maintain a healthy relationship. Robert likes Janet, they pay her a lot of money to listen to them talk, he just kinda hates her at the moment. (Or, hates that Chad is right and is quoting their therapist at him.)
Robert peels the blanket back just enough to look up at Chad - the man had decided the best course of action was to straddle him, careful not to put too much weight on his hips.
Chad looks worried, dark brows furrowed together. He has a hairband pushing his salt and pepper colored hair back from his face, plum colored t-shirt stretched over his muscled chest. Robert tries to pull the blanket back up but Chad stops him, fingers grabbing at the fabric.
"Azizam," He starts, keeping his tone light and soft, accent drifting through Robert's thoughts," What's wrong? Are you hurting?"
Robert shakes his head no, tears prickling the corners of his eyes.
Chad's gotten pretty good at reading him over the years, and he's never had a good poker face; expressions always betraying him. When the thoughts get too loud, talking feels like a chore. He goes quiet, nonverbal. Chad knows that direct questions help him a lot when this happens, yes and nos.
Chad moves so that he's no longer straddling him, slipping off and settling next to him instead. He finds Robert's arm through the blanket and runs his hand softly up and down.
"Okay, did you have a bad thought?"
Robert nods yes.
"Okay," Chad says, fingers caressing him though the comforter, "Is it something you're scared to tell me about?"
He hesitates, before nodding yes again.
"Okay, so I'm guessing that that mean voice in your head is winning right now, and that's fine, I'll just kick it's ass." Robert huffs out a laugh, and Chad leans down to peck him on the mouth. "You can always tell me the crazy shit going through you're head and I will never judge you for it." He leans down and presses a soft kiss against his forehead, the natural heat of him making him sink into their mattress.
He lets the words sink in, and he knows that Chad is right.
"Even if the voice is calling me a fat piece of shit?" Robert croaks, and he watches his husbands eyebrows shoot up his forehead.
"Wha-Robert," Chad chokes out," baby, love of my life, atash-e delam, you are not fat," Chad shakes his head like that's how he running through his thoughts, "And even if you where, which you are not, I would love you anyway."
Chad must not like the expression Robert makes, because he's yanking the comforter clean off his body and tossing it onto the ground in seconds.
"You don't believe me?!" Chad shouts dramatically.
"Wh-Chad," Robert tries to reach for the blanket but it's too late, it's landed in a heap on their dirty floor, "I just washed the bedding this morning-"
"Whatever, wash it again, it's what the fucking machine is for." Chad argues, moving again so that he's behind Robert's bent legs on the bed. He places his hands on his knees and gently pries them apart to crawl in between them.
"You wash it this time," Robert snaps back, arms crossed over his chest to glare up at his husband.
"You're changing the subject," Chad slides his hands down his knees and over his thighs, stopping to dig his fingers into the joint where his legs meet his hips. The action makes him shiver, cock stirring in his sweatpants, but he's not backing down.
"Pretty sure the subject was that you think I enjoy paying a water bill that's a billion dollars."
"Pfft, fuck you it is not," He leans down, both hands still firmly warming his hip flexors, and presses a firm kiss to his neck. "Can I say something?"
He sighs, bringing a hand up into Chad's soft hair and scratches at his scalp. He swears Chad starts purring from the noise that comes out of his throat.
"I think you're so fucking hot, it drives me crazy," He emphasizes his point by pressing another kiss a little higher, right behind his ear. " If this makes me a fucking pervert than so be it, but I think it's hot. Dad-bod really does things to me."
Robert huffs out a laugh, "Thought I already had one," He jokes, referencing the many times Courtney and countless others had said he had a 'dad bod' upon joining SDN all those years ago.
Chad groans, "And I'll tell Court to her fucking face that she was wrong; you where skin and fucking bones when we first met. Sue me for thinking it's hot that you look like you'd actually survive being bent in half."
He can't help that that's what makes his dick twitch. "Oh? Are you threatening me?" He purrs, using the hand still in Chad's hair to tighten against his scalp.
Chad's hips jolt from where their pressed against him. "That's a promise baby, but first-" He sits up a little bit, fingers gently tugging at the hem of his sweatshirt. It's something that Chad has been begging him to get rid of because of how ugly he says it is. "- Can I take this off? Can I see my hot as fuck husband please?"
It makes him pause, thoughts threatening to turn dark again. But this is Chad - They've been through hell and back and there isn't anything that either of them could hide from each other anymore. He takes a deep breath before nodding.
His sweatshirt quickly joins the comforter on the floor and Robert's arms twitch to cover his chest. Chad's strong hands are on him again, reverently running down his chest, fingers curing around his ribs to sit his thumbs into what used to be his six-pack.
"I love every part of you that's soft because of me," Chad says to him, voice leaving no doubt in Robert's mind that he means it," I love that you look healthy and happy, that you eat more than just processed packaged bullshit," He scoots down so that his face is pressed against Robert's stomach to press a kiss there too. "But if this is something that bothers you, and only if you want to for the right reasons, we can start going to the gym together again. As long as you promise to listen to your body and not over do it." He kisses his stomach again, fingers curling over his hips, wedding ring making Robert's heart clench. "But seriously, and I can't stress this enough, I love you like this. It makes me feel good, knowing that you let me do this. You deserve to be taken care of - to be loved, pampered."
It comes as no surprise that he has a hard time taking care of himself, and that he has an even harder time letting other people do it. But, Chad has always been an expert on worming his way in through his defenses. Dropping off handmade dishes to him at work to make sure he was eating properly, using his hands as heating pads when Chad noticed how stiff Robert's shoulders get. Chad's love language is definitely acts of service; cooking, specifically, is how he shows up for the people in his life. He loves that about him, and he's his taste tester ninety percent of the time, so it's really no surprise that he weighs a bit more nowadays.
"I'm sorry, I overreacted," He whispers, feeling thoroughly embarrassed he convinced himself that Chad's love was suddenly conditional after being married for five years.
"No, none of that," Chad gently tuts, fingers running through auburn hair," nothing to be sorry for, Nafasam. We're getting older, our bodies are changing. Remember when you convinced me that I didn't need to keep dying my hair?"
He remembers how embarrassed he was to admit how hot he found it, that the Grey threading through Chad's dark hair made him want to jump him any chance he got. He also remembers how upset Chad was, acting like having Grey hairs all of a sudden made him unattractive and was convinced Robert would leave him for someone younger- Oh.
"Oh," He breathes, fingers coming up to play with said hair. He loves Chad's hair, he always has, and he remembers spending so long telling him that no matter how much it changed, it didn't change how much he loved him.
Chad nods, pleased smile stretching over his face. "Same shit, baby. My hair turns you on, and I've been wanting to fuck your thighs for days, so, can I?" He whines, patting his thighs from where they sit on either side of Chad's hips, tan fingers tugging at the fabric of his sweatpants.
Robert lets out a little disbelieving laugh, "Really? My thighs? "
"Babe," Chad groans, face flushing,"You bent over the other day at work to pick something off the floor and I almost came in my fucking suit. Yeah, I want to fuck your thighs."
He blushes at the thought of Chad watching him like that at work. "You're such a perv, I can't believe you."
"Yeah, well, they should be used to us by now," He says, fingers tucking into his waistband, "Besides I wasn't the only one. You know some people at work call you a DILF?"
The blush on his face gets worse at that. "What? Who? That's - I'm everyone's superior, that's like a crazy violation-" Chad leans down to seal his lips in a kiss, pulling his sweatpants off his body to toss them off the bed.
"Eh, one of the new Phoenix's, but don't worry I made sure to tell him that you're taken." Chad winks at him, glowing amber eyes sliding down his naked body as his hands pull his legs farther apart.
"Chad," He chastises. Chad should definitely not be talking about their relationship to their subordinates. He's also suddenly aware that he's now completely naked and Chad is still wearing all of his fucking clothes, so now he's pissed for two reasons.
"Easy, baby," Chad purrs, gaze turning molten, '"I'll burn up all those bad thoughts, don't worry." He's pressing heated kisses down his neck, pausing to suck a mark into his collar.
"Now who's changing the s-subject," Robert moans, gripping Chad's shoulders as he moves his kisses down his body in a scorching line.
"Me," Chad says, not an ounce of shame, like usual, "I refuse to talk about anymore work shit in bed with you. That's my boundary, and Janet says I get to set those and be open with you about them."
"Okay, new boundary for me then," Robert says, sliding a hand up Chad's shirt to hopefully get the point across that he wants it off, "No more bringing up Janet in bed if your plan is to fuck me."
Chad clicks his tongue, "Okay, fair," He pulls his shirt up and over his head to let it join the growing pile on the floor. He gives Robert a sultry look before pulling the headband out of his hair and letting the locks tumble down his shoulders and into his face. He makes a little show of shaking his head side to side and blowing a kiss down to his husband.
"What're you doing?" Robert can't keep the laugh out of his voice, fingers unbuttoning Chad's jeans and tugging down the zipper.
"Trying to make you laugh," He leans down, fragrant Jasmine scented hair hanging like a curtain as he presses their lips together. "Trying to see if my dorky husband is still in there somewhere."
Robert laughs softly against his lips, fingers reaching into Chad's underwear to wrap his fingers around his cock.
"Your dorky husband would love it if you made good on your promise to fuck his thighs. Please?" He twists his hand around Chad's thick cock, feeling it jump. Chad groans before sitting up to shuck his skinny jeans down his legs.
"Almost fifty years old and we're still fighting with your damn jeans, Bae."
"Shut the fuck up, you like the way my ass looks in them," Chad quips with no real bite, peeling his pants and underwear off in one go.
Robert can't argue with that.
He spreads his legs, pulling his husbands warm body in between them.
"Fuck, I love this. Can't get enough of you," Chad runs his fingers down Robert's chest, slowly carving his way the center of Robert's chest just to curve back up to lay his palm right over his heart. "Love this most of all."
Robert snorts, heart racing. "Sap," He brings a hand up to twist their fingers together, Robert bringing their hands up to press a kiss to his husband's skin.
"I contain multitudes, baby," Chad winks, pulling his hand away to grab a pillow from behind Robert's head. He uses his other hand to lift Robert's hips up before slotting the pillow under. "Good?"
Robert sighs, taking a moment to adjust and then nods. "Yeah, all good."
"Good. I'd hate to break your back in a very non-sexy way," Chad half-jokes, pulling Robert's legs gently so that both of his ankles are sitting on his shoulders.
"You want it hot and messy, sweetheart?" He purrs, thumbs tracing circles in his ankles. Robert's body flushes at that and Chad notices with a smug smile. "You're closer to the drawer down there, you'll have to give it to me."
"Bossy," Robert huffs but reaches to tug open the drawer to their nightstand to grab the lube.
"I don't see you complaining," Chad runs his hands reverently down Robert's legs, tilting his head to kiss his ankles as his large hands settle over Robert's soft thighs. "In fact, you look very happy about how bossy I'm being." His eyes dart down to where Robert's cock is throbbing against his stomach.
"Yeah, okay, get on with it Mr. Anwar," Robert teases, pressing the bottle into Chad's hands.
Chad snorts, biting Robert's ankle. "Love when you talk dirty to me, Mr. Anwar."
"Oh, do you now? Show me how much," Robert spreads his legs slightly from where they sit over Chad's shoulders, enough for him to slip his cock through and settle on top on Robert's own.
"Fuck," Chad groans, fingers digging into his legs as he ruts his cock through the silky valley of his inner thighs. "Yeah, that's it," He moves Robert's ankles so that they both sit over one shoulder, uncapping the lube to squirt the cold gel onto his cock before thrusting again.
Robert shivers at the sensation of cool gel sliding against his heated skin, at the way Chad's cock feels as he pushes through his thighs. The gel doesn't stay cool for long, the other man's unnatural temperature quickly heating things up.
"Fuck you," Chad moans with no real venom behind his words, face flushed red already, "Saying such mean things about my husband," He's already thrusting erratically, steam rising up from his strong shoulders - fuck, Robert could look at him all night.
He's enjoying the way Chad's flushed cock looks peeking through his pale thighs with every steady thrust of Chad's hips, the pre-cum dripping from the slit mixing with the sheer lube coating his thighs - he watches with eyes half-lidded as the mess just gets worse, sticky lube dripping down to wet his own twitching cock.
He re-adjusts against the sheets to get more comfortable, throwing an arm above his head - the sight of his husband working so hard above him such a welcome sight. He squeezes his thighs together just to watch Chad's cock twitch; there's something so erotic about the other man holding him up by his legs to fuck between his thighs, the soft skin of his belly rippling with every rough thrust.
Chad definitely has a point; this is pretty hot.
"You have-fuck- you have no idea what you do to me," Chad pants, fingers tightening around the meat of his thighs so much that it leaves little indents, fingernails scraping against sensitive skin. "Laying there so pretty for me, Janan, just fucking taking it-"
Chad's hips jolt against the back of his legs the second Robert's fingers come in contact with the head of his cock; fingers caressing the tip the minute it pushes through the wet mess between his thighs.
"You're the pretty one, sweetheart," Robert croons up at him, voice a wreck, "Gonna cum for me? Make me a mess? Bet you're so close already."
Chad whines, lips pressed against his ankle, breathe leaving him in hot puffs. He looks like he isn't gonna last, dark strands of hair sticking to his sweaty face.
"Yeah, baby, gonna-wanna be good for you, please, can I?" Chad begs, hips stuttering slightly.
"Oh, you're doing so good, baby," He purrs up at Chad, fingers clutching the sheets above his head. "C'mon, sweetheart, make a mess for me."
Chad comes with a choked shout, streaks of white painting Robert's stomach and chest. He's gentle when he lowers his legs back down, careful not to drop them.
Robert laughs at Chad's dazes expression, the man gazing down at him like he just had an epiphany.
"I can hear you thinking, babe," Robert teases, stretching a leg out enough to hear his ankle pop.
"Shut up," Chad tells him, accent fluttering around the words extra heavy like it always does in post-orgasmic bliss, "Was just admiring my work, sue me."
"I don't think I would have much of a case-ah!" Chad cuts off his sassy train of thought by taking his flagging cock down to the root with his hot mouth, humming around it.
"Fu- holy shit, Chad, fuck," Robert slams his head back down against the mattress, one hand shooting down to hold onto the man by his hair as the other one balls up the sheets behind his head.
Chad's usually better at controlling how warm his mouth gets - Robert's a big fan of the temperature play that's just always a given with Chad - but post orgasm? The man's practically still steaming hot, engulfing his sensitive dick with close to scalding warmth.
He has no control over the way his hips raise up and off the bed, the pleasure sparking its way up his spine. He feels Chad's hands against his hips, sternly pressing them down into the soft pillow beneath him in a silent 'stay down', eyes a glowing furnace when he dares to look down at the man.
"Chad," His voice cracks, eyes squeezing shut. He's not going to last, either, and when Chad bobs his head just a little faster, his own orgasm hits him so hard that his back cracks from how much he arches up into Chad's beautiful, wonderful, sinful, mouth.
It takes him a second to come back down to Earth. Robert looks down as a warm, wet towel is running down his chest.
"Thought you wanted to keep admiring your work?" Robert slurs, reaching a hand out to tuck long strands of hair behind Chad's ear.
Chad snorts, "Sure, next thing you'll be complaining that you're sticky during dinner. Last thing I need."
All insecurities thoroughly gone from Robert's mind, he feels his stomach growl at him.
"What'd you make?" He asks softly. He watches Chad smirk as he finishes cleaning him up, tossing the soiled towel into their laundry basket in the corner of the room.
"Chicken curry," He says, smile still stretching across his face. He leans down, kissing him sweetly as his beard tickles Robert's face, "And that cucumber salad you liked from last time." He whispers against his lips like a dirty secret instead of what they're eating.
Robert groans against his mouth; God that fucking salad is so good.
"Fuck, I love you. Did I tell you that today?"
"Mhm," Chad hums in agreement, "But I do love hearing it, Aziz."
Eventually, they peel themselves out of bed. Robert puts his sweatpants back on but opts for one of Chad's t-shirts instead of the matching sweater. They settle on the couch, medley of chicken curry, rice and cucumber salad in front of them as Chad puts on the latest episode about disgruntled housewives that Robert's barely following. But it makes Chad happy, so he half-watches, half-plays Sudoku on his phone, stomach and heart equally as full and happy.