Fics like you're making it worse

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.

Fics like you're making it worse

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