When Sportacus reached the bottom, he was kinda nervous.
Last time he had been in here, just a few hours ago, Robbie had yelled at him to leave and then threw stuff at him till he did so.
Now, however, Robbie sat in his big orange chair with his head in his hands.
" Robbie?" Sportacus questioned as he approached the seated man.
Robbie slowly lifted his head to look at Sportacus.
His eyes were red and puffy, and his cheeks were wet with tears.
Sportacus was by his side in a flash, kneeling next to the chair and squeezing one of Robbie's cold hands in his own warm ones.
" Oh Robbie." Sportacus said softly, rubbing the tall man's shoulders, trying to comfort him from whatever had upset him so.
Robbie just stared at him with an odd look in his eyes, a kinda desirous look, a look that Stingy got whenever he saw something he wanted badly.
Sportacus noticed, and his stomach tightened.
" What's wrong, Robbie?" he asked even more quietly then before.
" Wrong?" Robbie asked with a short laugh. " Wrong? Why, if you had any sense at all, which you don't, you would know what's wrong."
Sportacus made no reply, he was well used to these kinds of comments.
He remained kneeling, rubbing Robbie and humming soothingly to him.
Robbie closed his eyes and rested his head back against his chair.
After a bit, his heart stopped pounding so hard and he felt Sportacus let go and stand up beside his chair.
Opening his hard gray eyes, he gazed into the worried blue ones above him.
Robbie smiled gently at the hero, who immediately grinned in relief.
Sportacus opened his mouth to say something, but Robbie reached up, placed a finger against the elf's lips, and shook his head.
Sportacus looked bewildered, but complied, shifting from foot to foot as he looked down at Robbie.
Robbie watched him for a second, before taking a deep breath.
Sportacus looked expectantly at him, folding his muscular arms across his chest.
" Since you are so thick headed, I guess I will have to tell you this myself." Robbie started, then stopped and looked away, his eyes looking misty.
" You are going to hate me for this, but, but Sportajerk, I love you."
If Robbie was expecting a large reaction, he was disappointed.
Sportacus flipped over the chair to face Robbie and looked confused at him.
" Why would I hate you Robbie? I am glad you love me; you know I love you too. We are best friends, remember?" Sportacus looked earnestly into Robbie's face.
Robbie rolled his eyes and shook his head.
Taking another deep breath, he said, " Not like that, stupid, like this." And with a quick movement, he reached up, slid his fingers under the hat, flicked it off, grabbed a fistful of the surprised elf's silky blonde hair, pulled him down and kissed him soundly.
Robbie had wanted to do that for so long, he was reluctant to let go of the superhero who was starting to shiver in his grasp.
Finally, he allowed Sportacus to back away, and stare at him with wide eyes.
Sportacus slowly brought a hand to his lips and touched them with a strange look on his face, keeping his eyes on Robbie.
He dropped his hand and approached carefully, trying to curb the strange reactions in his body Robbie's kiss and touch had inflicted on him.
Robbie reached out and grabbed Sportacus's hands in his own, and look up at Sportacus with pleading eyes.
" Do you hate me now?" he asked, fear and dread in his voice.
" No Robbie, I don't." Sportacus said, trying to figure out how to respond to this man who wanted him like this.
" Would you, you know, have a relationship with me?" Robbie dared to ask the thoughtful hero.
The words slipped past Sportacus's lips before he could stop them. " Yes."
Well, I guess there goes my clear-headed decision making. Sportacus thought wryly as Robbie beamed up at him and pulled him down for another kiss.
Sportacus returned the kiss this time, and Robbie felt happier then he had ever been in his life.