h&a fic: beer rocks
Title: Beer Rocks
Fandom: Home & Away
Pairing: Robbie/Kim
Rating: G
Notes: Beer Rocks is the name of Robbie & Kim's sekrit camping spot...according to a few Rim fangirls, at least. *g*
It only ever happens at times like this - a camping trip, a weekend away at some strange resort, or a road trip to somewhere because they feel like just driving - only when they are alone and out of Summer Bay.
Robbie leans back into Kim's bare chest and squints into the sun over the water. The sand creeping into the crevices of his board shorts should be irritating but Robbie is far too relaxed and sated to care.
This is their Brokeback, Robbie thinks, and he snorts out loud at how lame that sounds.
Kim shifts a little against the rock behind his back and taps the side of Robbie's head lightly. "What's going on in here this time?"
"Nothing. Just thinking." Robbie can feel the warm puff of air from Kim's silent laugh on the tip of his ear, and he smiles when Kim drops a kiss on the top of his head.
"Yeah, you’ve been known to do that. Once or twice," Kim deadpans, circling his arms around Robbie's chest. "What are you thinking about?"
Mostly he's thinking about Heath and Jake and the things guys can do in tents in the middle of nowhere, and maybe a little about how hot Kim looks in a cowboy outfit, but there's something else that gnaws at the edges of his brain and won't go away. Something he's been thinking about for a while.
"Why can't we have this all the time?"
"This?"
Robbie sits forward, because he can feel Kim's arms loosen already. "Y'know. You, me, Beer Rocks."
Kim chuckles, and even without tilting his head back, Robbie knows the smile doesn’t crinkle his eyes. "Because Beer Rocks doesn't have electricity, and you can only last a few days before serious TV withdrawal sets in."
He should stop, he knows, because they’ve been here before and it's never led to anything remotely good, but Robbie's tired of weekends and hurried roadtrips and pretending it doesn't matter for the rest of the year.
"We don’t need Beer Rocks, Kim. We could--"
Kim stands suddenly, and Robbie's left with the smooth grey granite at his back. "Don't say it. Just... No, Rob, okay?. We agreed we wouldn't talk about this."
"I know, I know. And I understand, really. I know that what we do here is, well, pretty gay. And I know that if you're gay in Summer Bay, you inevitably turn evil and firebomb your friends or whatever, but I've been thinking about this. We don't have to stay in Summer Bay. We could go someplace where the psychosis rate is, like, really, really low."
"Fine," Kim says, as he starts picking up their discarded towels and bottles. "You started it, so I guess I'm allowed to play dirty here." He pulls his t-shirt on over his head and pauses to look at Robbie seriously. "Tasha."
It's a blow that hits Robbie like it always does, but he was expecting it. "Tasha's not stupid Kim, she knows. And maybe we could work something out."
Kim sighs, and sits down on a rock opposite Robbie, head in his hands. "Rob, I could never let her do that. She's not the one who should have to settle. Tash deserves better."
And it's that simple, in a way that it's totally not. That Robbie will always have Tash, and Kim will always have...a girl who’s totally wrong for him, and Robbie and Kim will always have Beer Rocks.
Later, when the sun is setting, Kim returns from a hike and Robbie hands him a beer. "Did it clear your head like you hoped?"
"No," Kim answers, and nudges Robbie over to sit beside him. "But that’s okay."
And they sit there, cold bottles in hand, thighs pressed together, and Robbie knows that as much as they joke about him thinking too much, Kim's the one who keeps everything in, storing away his thoughts and wants somewhere where Robbie will probably only ever scratch the surface.
Kim is granite - strong and unmoving, and always there for him. He sighs and rests his head on Kim's shoulder as they watch the incoming tide wash over the rocks. There are vague science lessons in the back of Robbie's mind, something about erosion, and he picks up a pebble at his feet and turns it in his hand. It's cool and smooth and fits neatly into his palm as his fingers close around it. Robbie wonders how many years it has been caught in the surf - tossed and turned and worn away.
But then Kim's taking his beer, and sitting it with his own, pushing Robbie back into the sand. And as Robbie cups Kim's face above him and tastes beer on his tongue, the pebble falls away, forgotten.
Fandom: Home & Away
Pairing: Robbie/Kim
Rating: G
Notes: Beer Rocks is the name of Robbie & Kim's sekrit camping spot...according to a few Rim fangirls, at least. *g*
It only ever happens at times like this - a camping trip, a weekend away at some strange resort, or a road trip to somewhere because they feel like just driving - only when they are alone and out of Summer Bay.
Robbie leans back into Kim's bare chest and squints into the sun over the water. The sand creeping into the crevices of his board shorts should be irritating but Robbie is far too relaxed and sated to care.
This is their Brokeback, Robbie thinks, and he snorts out loud at how lame that sounds.
Kim shifts a little against the rock behind his back and taps the side of Robbie's head lightly. "What's going on in here this time?"
"Nothing. Just thinking." Robbie can feel the warm puff of air from Kim's silent laugh on the tip of his ear, and he smiles when Kim drops a kiss on the top of his head.
"Yeah, you’ve been known to do that. Once or twice," Kim deadpans, circling his arms around Robbie's chest. "What are you thinking about?"
Mostly he's thinking about Heath and Jake and the things guys can do in tents in the middle of nowhere, and maybe a little about how hot Kim looks in a cowboy outfit, but there's something else that gnaws at the edges of his brain and won't go away. Something he's been thinking about for a while.
"Why can't we have this all the time?"
"This?"
Robbie sits forward, because he can feel Kim's arms loosen already. "Y'know. You, me, Beer Rocks."
Kim chuckles, and even without tilting his head back, Robbie knows the smile doesn’t crinkle his eyes. "Because Beer Rocks doesn't have electricity, and you can only last a few days before serious TV withdrawal sets in."
He should stop, he knows, because they’ve been here before and it's never led to anything remotely good, but Robbie's tired of weekends and hurried roadtrips and pretending it doesn't matter for the rest of the year.
"We don’t need Beer Rocks, Kim. We could--"
Kim stands suddenly, and Robbie's left with the smooth grey granite at his back. "Don't say it. Just... No, Rob, okay?. We agreed we wouldn't talk about this."
"I know, I know. And I understand, really. I know that what we do here is, well, pretty gay. And I know that if you're gay in Summer Bay, you inevitably turn evil and firebomb your friends or whatever, but I've been thinking about this. We don't have to stay in Summer Bay. We could go someplace where the psychosis rate is, like, really, really low."
"Fine," Kim says, as he starts picking up their discarded towels and bottles. "You started it, so I guess I'm allowed to play dirty here." He pulls his t-shirt on over his head and pauses to look at Robbie seriously. "Tasha."
It's a blow that hits Robbie like it always does, but he was expecting it. "Tasha's not stupid Kim, she knows. And maybe we could work something out."
Kim sighs, and sits down on a rock opposite Robbie, head in his hands. "Rob, I could never let her do that. She's not the one who should have to settle. Tash deserves better."
And it's that simple, in a way that it's totally not. That Robbie will always have Tash, and Kim will always have...a girl who’s totally wrong for him, and Robbie and Kim will always have Beer Rocks.
Later, when the sun is setting, Kim returns from a hike and Robbie hands him a beer. "Did it clear your head like you hoped?"
"No," Kim answers, and nudges Robbie over to sit beside him. "But that’s okay."
And they sit there, cold bottles in hand, thighs pressed together, and Robbie knows that as much as they joke about him thinking too much, Kim's the one who keeps everything in, storing away his thoughts and wants somewhere where Robbie will probably only ever scratch the surface.
Kim is granite - strong and unmoving, and always there for him. He sighs and rests his head on Kim's shoulder as they watch the incoming tide wash over the rocks. There are vague science lessons in the back of Robbie's mind, something about erosion, and he picks up a pebble at his feet and turns it in his hand. It's cool and smooth and fits neatly into his palm as his fingers close around it. Robbie wonders how many years it has been caught in the surf - tossed and turned and worn away.
But then Kim's taking his beer, and sitting it with his own, pushing Robbie back into the sand. And as Robbie cups Kim's face above him and tastes beer on his tongue, the pebble falls away, forgotten.