Bitch, I might be

It's very good, and was prescient for a lot of the early days of the covid pandemic. I found myself returning to it often in the first couple of years because of how steadfast it was in its hopefulness.

Last year she wrote a novelette, "The Year Without Sunshine," which attacks a similar problem in a similar way; instead of pandemic, this one is about the aftereffects of a distant nuke or a massive volcano explosion (it doesn't say), which has churned a great deal of dust into the air, causing massive damage to society and agriculture. The story covers one neighborhood, pulling together to keep each other alive--not through violence, but through lawn potatoes and message pinboards and bicycle-powered oxygen concentrators.

Robby groans, “Wanna bend you over. Want to put you over my knee and spank you.” Jack almost chokes in surprise, "Fuck, you—you do?” His sweet vanilla husband, who always kisses Jack so tenderly during missionary, tells him how much he loves him, how perfect he is—that man is mumbling fantasies he’s never once mentioned before. “There’s so much I want to do to you,” Robby groans. “I wanna eat you out, I want to put you on your stomach and raise your hips and just fucking sink my teeth into your ass, man, you have no idea how good it looks—" “Man,” Jack gasps, “where is this coming from? What’s gotten into you?” or robby is hit with truth serum at work. jack receives the aftermath.

finally, it's up! happy birthday to a friend (not tagging you for your privacy but you know who you are :)) i hope you enjoy this. repressed robby and slutty jack who brings him out of his shell is my bread and butter and this was fun to put together! enjoy and let me know if you read!!

heated rivalry pride week - day 3 - (characters who embody) sunlight