inadvertent sugar daddy Robby
Series Metadata
Listing Series
-
Tags
Summary
The first couple of dollars that the machine ate up without remorse were an annoyance, something that made Dennis sigh and unzip his wallet without thinking about it to try again. By the time that the vending machine had eaten seven whole dollars, in coins, and Dennis didn’t have anything to show for it, he was close to thumping his forehead against the cool glass and hoping he could derive some sort of enjoyment or nourishment from simply just looking at the colourful packages as they remained firmly in their coils.
~
5 times + 1 that Robby buys something for Dennis and makes him feel like he's about to keel over, right there and then.
Series
- Part 1 of inadvertent sugar daddy Robby
-
Tags
Summary
He’d just started poking at the strip of mild sunburn on his forehead, which he’d got from walking home, when his phone buzzed on the sink, and it almost ended up in the open toilet bowl as Dennis jumped at the sound of it vibrating against the porcelain. He scooped it up, suddenly and strangely self-conscious of his shirtlessness as he pressed the button to answer the call he wasn’t aware he was going to need to have, pressing it to his sweaty temple as he closed his eyes and murmured, “You made me jump.”
“I did?” Robby sounded relaxed. He probably was splayed on his couch. “Sorry. I forget that people of your age are frightened by phone calls. I can hang up and text you, if you’d prefer.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Dennis said, tucking the phone into his shoulder as he fiddled with the button on the jeans.
~*~
Set between chapters 5 & 6 of "i (wanna) feel guilty". Robby and Dennis' first second time during a heatwave.
Series
- Part 2 of inadvertent sugar daddy Robby
-
Tags
Summary
As Dennis scrolled down his feed, the feeling dawned on him. The one that he’d encountered last summer, when he’d walked out across the sweet grass meadow, barefoot and battling his love of the flat, open world of Nebraska. In stark contrast with the purpose he felt in the city. Purpose and community. But Pittsburgh would never sound like cooing mourning doves settled on the tin roof of the shed, their little feet tapping as they called out. It wouldn’t smell like fertiliser and mown grass on a Sunday after his dad got back from church. And it wouldn’t ever feel like lying in the field out back of the farmhouse, understanding that everything existed for a reason, even the grass tickling his ankles and the ladybirds dawdling over his knucklebones.
~*~
Robby and Dennis, one truck, over a thousand miles in between Pittsburgh and the Whitaker farm.
Series
- Part 3 of inadvertent sugar daddy Robby