it occurred at a run down breakfast joint; the waitress made a comment on their relationship.
āwell this is sweet to see. warms my heart to see grown kiddos spend time with their folks. gettin rarer nā rarer i tell ya !ā
robby is befuddled. trying and failing to keep his mouth closed.
dennis? heās 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.
āyour kindness has warmed my heart, sandra. and i have to agree. i sure am lucky to be so close with my dad.ā
he rubs his thumb over robbyās much larger one at the last line.
robby has a cold sweat, and heās 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 doesnāt come up when robby parks the car in the driveway.
or when theyāre doing dishes.
or when theyāre reading with their legs interlocked on the couch.
robby knew if he wanted to have a discussion, heād have to start it.
it doesnāt come up for 3 months.
itās past midnight in the home office.
robbyās doing whatever the fuck it is attendings do that require so much paperwork.
den didnāt plan to teaseā¦
but seeing robby in his glasses? thatās 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.)
āiām heading to bed.ā
robby looks up for less than a second.
āmm. goodnight, mouse. iāll be there soon.ā
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 robbyās midsection and places a kiss on his ear.