Prompt from Guest: Could you do Robin Hood and Little John as gay lovers?
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There was stew bubbling over the fire, the roaring flames warming up the small area as the two men rested there in silence. Robin was already half asleep, hat covering his eyes as he leaned back against the bear, who was watching the fireflies flutter past.
"Robin?" Little John suddenly spoke up out of the blue, breaking the comfortable silence despite not pulling his eyes away from the fireflies.
"Mmm?"
Turning away from the bugs, clearing his throat nervously, John gently pulled Robin's hat away from his face. "Can we.. um." He cursed at himself in his mind.
There was no need to be nervous. They were so far away from the town, and it was so late at night, that it was extremely unlikely that they'd be caught.
Robin titled his head back, a soft smile on his face. "Can we what?"
John tried again. "Can we go to bed… the stew won't be ready until morning anyway."
The soft smile widening, threatening to overtake his face, Robin nodded, "Of course we can my love. Old age catching up to you?"
Of course, the endearment had to mixed up with a little bit of teasing.
"No… I just like being in bed with you."
"Soft sod." Gently, Robin allowed himself to be pulled onto Little John's chest, clutching onto the bed-tunic as the bear slowly moved from his reclining position, to lying down. Wrapping his arm around the smaller male, John gave a deep sigh of contentment, especially when Robin started to rub small, soothing circles onto the soft material.
"I love you." John sighed again, voice rumbling deeply.
Robin beamed again, angling himself up to kiss John on the chin, "I love you too."
With the fire keeping them warm, they snuggled up together, the flames highlighting each other's features beautifully.
Everything was at peace.
As Little John yawned, Robin raised up a hand, gently stroking the bear's cheeks. "What was I saying about old age again?"
John replied with a kiss, sleep and soft, before gently rolling over to his side, curling around the fox and keeping him as warm as possible. Robin was more than happy about this, cuddling John's arm close and squeezing his eyes close in delight.
The warmth of the fire and their bodies intertwined made their eyelids heavy, and soon, the woods were filled with the content snores of the lovers.