Dante's Cove, Sunday Fandom-Time
The past week had been just like any other week in Dante's Cove, consisting of lots of half-naked people wandering the hotel and bar and club, Toby working long hours in the kitchen and peeling sweaty men off of him as they tried to grind on him as he brought baskets of fruit to the bar.
Toby had even followed his usual pattern of going back to his room after work and having endlessly hot sex with his boyfriend du jour, getting all sweat-slick in the tropical heat of Canada (yeah).
Yes, Dante's Cove was endlessly predictable. Laying out on a beach chair Sunday afternoon, Toby almost missed Fandom. He was never this exhausted after sex back on the island. Checking out his biceps, he decided he just needed to hit the gym extra hard to make up for it.
[Open in that telephonic manner.]
Toby had even followed his usual pattern of going back to his room after work and having endlessly hot sex with his boyfriend du jour, getting all sweat-slick in the tropical heat of Canada (yeah).
Yes, Dante's Cove was endlessly predictable. Laying out on a beach chair Sunday afternoon, Toby almost missed Fandom. He was never this exhausted after sex back on the island. Checking out his biceps, he decided he just needed to hit the gym extra hard to make up for it.
[Open in that telephonic manner.]