“Fuck,” Robbie had just enough brain cells left to mutter before he thrust into Finn’s mouth.
There was no way he would last. He barely had time to register hot, wet, tight, or groan out a few words of praise before he was pulling Finn’s hair and warning him he was about to come.
After, they lay in a tangled heap on the floor, come-dumb, situated with Robbie on his back and Finn’s head pillowed on his shoulder.
“Have I told you lately how much of a wet dream you are?” Robbie asked the ceiling.
The warm air of Finn’s breathy laugh tickled Robbie’s neck. “Says the guy who walked in and started eating my ass.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Speaking of, what are you doing here?” He tilted his head back to look at Robbie’s face.
Robbie ran his fingers through Finn’s hair. “Aside from the buffet breakfast? I brought you a ‘congratulations on the interview’ present.”
Finn shook his head. “What kind of present does that warrant?”
Robbie flailed for the bag he’d left in the doorway and handed it over.
“Fancy gift bag,” Finn noted.
“Shush.”
He pulled out the framed piece and burst into laughter. “I’ll hang it up in the living room,” he said. “Right now.” He twisted to stand, then pulled a face. “Okay, shower first,thenhanging the present.”
“A water-saving communal shower?” Robbie asked hopefully.
Finn grinned back. “Is there any other kind?”
Transcript fromseason 7 episode 5 ofDANCE YOUR ICE OFF
GREENROOM
ROBBIE sits casually in a chair, his hair unbound and tumbling around his shoulders.
ROBBIE
It’s a lot. Kind of my signature, I guess.
He finger-combs his hair away from his face.
I started growing it out after I left home and moved in with a billet family at fifteen.
Cut to shot of fifteen-year-old ROBBIE in his OHL uniform.
At first it had more to do with not knowing how to book a haircut.
He laughs.
But I got to like it. I think it suits me. Besides, it means I’ve always got something to fidget with.
Cut to MONTAGE of ROBBIE braiding his hair:
ROBBIE slumped on a rinkside bench, braiding a chunk of hair from his right temple.
ROBBIE chatting with FINN and choreographer STEF on ice, braiding his hair into two pigtails.
ROBBIE lying upside down on a couch, feet hooked over the back, french-braiding his hair, which hangs over the side.
