Rob Laird

39.4. Job

Co-written with doesntwaltz
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Rob hadn't used his car much since arriving in New York. In fact, he wasn't overly confident being behind any wheel in the traffic of a city the size of New York, let alone behind the wheel of his car, which he didn't want to end up total in the side of a taxi. But he also wasn't in the mood to deal with public transport or the like right now, so he got into his car and drove over the Leila's place. And got lost, inevitably. He took a wrong turn at a wrong light, or something, and only made it to his destination well over an hour beyond the time he told her. The whole thing served only to aggravate him more than he was, but he managed to stamp it out as he walked up the block to her apartment, looking forlornly back at his car and wondering if it really was safe to leave parked in the only spot he had found free... and he only even parked it there after much contemplation why the spot was free in the first place. His car had to be about the only thing in the world he was paranoid about.

( He rang the buzzer on the apartment, and checked the back pocket of his jeans to make sure the divorce papers were still there where he had shoved them... )

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35.7. Uncertain

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Rob was staring forlornly at his ex good pants lying on the end of his bed beside the new pair he had just ventured out into the city to buy for the date with Leila tonight. Adorned in nothing but his black boxers and white socks (not exactly material for the New York fashion scene), he tried to figure out the best tactical course of action to take. The new ones didn't look half as good or comfortable as his old ones. In fact, they looked a lot like they might expose a good portion of butt crack if he had to bend over for anything. And how was he supposed to know if he was going to bend over on the date? Even innocently? Of course, non-innocent bending over would probably mean he was naked, but that would mean he was thinking about sex and he wasn't going to let his mind travel down that path. A first date shouldn't respectfully end in sex, right? It would be more romantic if it didn't. But the thing was, he just had to think about having sex with her a few nights prior and he practically had a boner. Again, those new pants didn't look at all conducive to that issue.

( He scratched at his bare stomach, wondering if he could maybe fix the zipper on his well-loved older pants (and also wondering if he should maybe jerk off before he left to save himself any unexpected surprises of the boner variety) when his cell phone started buzzing on the nightstand... )

doesntwaltz referenced with permission


Word Count | 1,278