Peanut Butter Banana Sandwiches

Sportacus stretched, pulling his arms over his head as he looked around for Robbie.
It was a warm day, and Stephanie’s birthday. She turned ten years old, and there was of course a party, but it was over now. She was currently busy keeping Ziggy from eating all of the leftover cake, and Pixel was standing guard over her presents, smacking Stingy’s sticky hands away from them. Sportacus had been eyeing the technological child genius all day. Contrary to what Robbie thought, Sportacus wasn’t oblivious. He saw all too well how Pixel kept looking at his adopted daughter when she wasn’t noticing. He felt some kind of possessive instinct rise up, but he was careful to keep it in check. Stephanie was getting older, and really, Pixel wasn’t a bad choice… but still. He couldn’t help but think that him and Robbie would get along rather well, eventually.
‘They’re ganging up on me,’ Sportacus thought in dismay. What was he supposed to do when there were two geniuses to deal with? The things the both of them created on a regular basis, separately, were hard enough to deal with. Robbie dealt with mechanics, and Pixel kept mainly to electronics and programming… god forbid the two of them ever joined forces. Sportacus shuddered slightly.
But, that wasn’t something to deal with right now. Finding out where Robbie had sulked off to was. He had shown up for the party (Stephanie had dragged him to it), but after half an hour of post-party celebration, he had disappeared. Sportacus sighed and walked off towards the billboard.

Robbie stretched out in his chair and groaned in ecstasy. Quiet. He could still dully hear the screaming and laughing of children, but this… this was much better. He just couldn’t take the massive battering to his ear drums for any longer.
He grabbed a bowl of popcorn, curling around it and munching happily. At least the pixie had gotten halfway decent cake for the party. There had been a three-way fight between him, the short little one, and the yellow brat for the cake. He tilted his head in thought as he chewed the popcorn. Given their tendencies, he could see himself getting along with the youngest one there. They both harbored an appreciation for sugar that no one else in town seemed to. But the brat was loud, messy, and absolutely adored Sportacus. It wasn’t going to happen.
He shrugged it off. The only two children he could stand were Pixie, and that other one… what was his name? Poodle? Something like that anyway. Pixie he tolerated because she could be quiet, and because… well, he couldn’t really think of reasons. He grudgingly admitted that he liked her at this point, and wouldn’t mind watching her grow up and such. The other one though, he was interesting. The presence of another inventor was intriguing, even if said other inventor was only ten years old… he thought. He didn’t keep track of how old these brats were. Still, he could see himself getting along with him. Maybe if he didn’t make his machines so childish and loud. They beeped horribly and had all sorts of unnecessary bright lights all over them.
He snorted and ate another handful of popcorn. What could you expect from a kid?

Sportacus peeked out from the pipe and spotted Robbie lounging in his chair, sideways, with his legs hanging over one of the chair‘s arms, and his head resting on the other.. He contemplated the man for a moment. It would be nice to just go over there and drape himself across him, but… no, not the time. He shook his head and rolled out of the pipe.
“Robbie, why’d you leave?”
Robbie startled, a few kernels of popcorn scattering. He finally leveled a glare at the sports elf.
“… Tomorrow.”
“Eh?” Sportacus looked at him, confused. “What-”
“Tomorrow, I am going to coat the entrance to my house in pure sugar.”
Sportacus paled slightly, and shifted from one foot to the other in embarrassment.
“I didn’t mean to…” he tried to defend. Robbie snorted. “Really! I mean, I just… was wondering where you went.”
“Home, obviously.” Robbie replied evenly. “Anything else?”
“Why’d you go?”
“It was too noisy. My head still hurts from listening to all that noise.”
Sportacus frowned and moved closer.
“Your head hurts?”
“I just said that, didn’t I? If you don’t have anything else to interrogate me abo-”
He inhaled sharply, his eyes widening, when he felt fingers running through his hair and rubbing his scalp gently. A part of his mind told him moaning in pure pleasure would be appropriate right now, because damn that felt heavenly. He only let his eyes close and his head fall back. He barely heard the voice.
“I’m sorry Robbie,” it was saying. “I know you really didn’t want to go. But, I was glad that you stayed for as long as you did. I think the kids like you a little better now! That’s really nice. I don’t have to worry about them trying to play tricks on you…”
Robbie nearly opened his eyes to ask what these suspicions were based on, but at that moment his body felt like it was melting, and all the pains were just leaking out of him.
“But, I am sorry Robbie,” Sportacus continued. “If I knew you were going to get a headache from it I would have told them to be a little quieter.”
Sportacus was enjoying the blissful look on Robbie’s face at that moment. He was also thoroughly enjoying the man’s hair. Robbie had taken to leaving it natural instead of gelling it, and it flowed very nicely, down to about his neck. Secretly, the elf loved getting his hands on it now. Especially when Robbie would fall back on old habits, and emerge from his house with his hair slicked back. It was times like those when Sportacus would use any excuse to touch the man’s hair and undo all the careful styling. But today, it was in its natural state.
The glorious rubbing stopped, and Robbie finally opened his eyes, tilting his head back to look into apologetic blue eyes. He breathed deeply for a moment, before reaching back and grabbing the elf, pulling him down into an upside-down kiss.
When they finally broke apart, Robbie didn’t look away. Sportacus returned the gaze, wondering if that meant he was forgiven, when Robbie finally spoke.
“Sportacus?”
“Yeah?” he answered, with slight hesitance.
“I love you.”
He swore his heart physically stopped for a moment, before he grabbed onto Robbie and pulled him into another hard, slow kiss.
Robbie’s hands slid up underneath the elf’s hat and tangled in the wavy blonde locks, holding him there. If the three words got him such a delicious slice of heaven, he swore he’d say them more often. Not too often… otherwise the elf would get used to it. But this… this was something more delicious than cake. He felt the groan he had been trying to suppress slip out when the elf’s tongue lapped gently at his. Oh, yes, much better than any cake. He’d give up cake if he got enough of this sweetness.
It would be the healthiest addiction he’d ever had, and at that moment, he didn’t care at all.