young-ish rabbot arguing flirtatiously
“You and me. My place. Tonight.”
Robby shrugs, knowing full well he’d go wherever Jack called him, but enjoying how desperate the other man seemed to be. “Oh I don’t know, Jack. I might have plans.”
“You do,” he nods, sauntering closer so Robby has nowhere to go but straight to him. “With me. At my place. Tonight.”















