@spiderlingman | sugar starter call
He hefts his phone in his hand, looking up from somewhat blurry photo of a gorgeous, awkwardly smiling man to the one actually standing before him. Tony listens to himself second hand. He wants this, he wants to take this guy into the bathroom right now and bend him over.
But every time he opens his mouth, he sabotages himself.
“You’re in college. Probably a soft science major. Looking for someone to pay the bills, but you’re not really gay.”
Tony’s fingers tighten and flex against the scratched, reclaimed wood of the coffee shop’s table. Why? Why the fuck is he doing this to himself?
“Forget it.” He peels a couple of hundreds out of his wallet and tosses them on the table as he stands. “This was a mistake. That’s for your trouble.”
Wow. You’ve made some bad first impressions before, Parker, but you didn’t even get to open your mouth this time. It’s gotta be a new record.
Peter blinks stupidly at the man for a moment, and it’s only when he stands that he realizes he’s about to be walked out on.
“Woah, woah, hey, hold on, man.” He waves his hands as he cuts into the man’s line of sight. Great start. “First of all, I’m bi. So, yeah, I really like guys.”
There. That’s one down — two to go.
“I’m actually getting my Masters in Biochemical Engineering right now, but yeah, I mean, I guess I’m pretty broke.”
“And, hey, if you think you’re getting catfished, or something, those pictures were taken in just...really great lighting. There were no filters, no photoshop or anything.” So reassuring. “And I was gonna—y’know, I was gonna change into something nicer, but I kinda lost track in the lab. So...sorry.”
So eloquent, Parker, well done.