it occurred at a run down breakfast joint; the waitress made a comment on their relationship.
“well this is sweet to see. warms my heart to see grown kiddos spend time with their folks. gettin rarer n’ rarer i tell ya !”
robby is befuddled. trying and failing to keep his mouth closed.
dennis? he’s basking in the assumption. first person to blush out of sheer cockiness.
which is more fuel for robby to stutter and twitch in his boxers.
den interlocks their hands on the table. he smiles at robby, then back at the server.
“your kindness has warmed my heart, sandra. and i have to agree. i sure am lucky to be so close with my dad.”
he rubs his thumb over robby’s much larger one at the last line.
robby has a cold sweat, and he’s 0 for 2 on eye contact.
he takes multiple sips of coffee, even after the inital scalds his throat.
once sandra leaves, neither of them mention it.
it doesn’t come up when robby parks the car in the driveway.
or when they’re doing dishes.
or when they’re reading with their legs interlocked on the couch.
robby knew if he wanted to have a discussion, he’d have to start it.
it doesn’t come up for 3 months.
it’s past midnight in the home office.
robby’s doing whatever the fuck it is attendings do that require so much paperwork.
den didn’t plan to tease…
but seeing robby in his glasses? that’s a form of foreplay, baby.
he leans against the doorway, sighing a little louder than natural to get his mans attention. (ever the drama queen.)
robby looks up for less than a second.
“mm. goodnight, mouse. i’ll be there soon.”
robby may call dennis his mouse, but this moment feels more like a cat circling its prey.
he saunters in and around the desk. den leans down.
he wraps a muscular arm around robby’s midsection and places a kiss on his ear.
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