Stick around (RINNEY)

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"No. No way!" Finney shakes his head at Robin, staring at him like he was utterly insane for even making the suggestion. They were supposed to be meeting Vance up at one of the diners near the quieter parts of North Denver. They were already running late as it was, and now they're currently having a small disagreement on the way of transport. "I'm not getting on that stupid bike." He says, crossing his arms sternly, showing Robin he had made up his mind, and there was no changing it.

"Come on!" Robin pushes, already halfway on his bike, balancing himself with one foot on the floor. "The ground isn't wet today, and it totally beats walking." He brings up a good point though Finney doesn't seem to want to listen.

"If you haven't noticed. A bike is made for one person and one person only. Two people will increase the risk of an accident. We don't even have helmets!" Robin couldn't help but let out a breathey laugh, finding it cute how concerned and worried Finney gets about silly things.

"Are you a pussy or somethin'?" Robin teases, not seeming to notice how hurt Finney looked at the insult. He gets called that enough by his bullies. He doesn't need his boyfriend calling him it as well.

"Shut up, Robin. Don't call me that." Finney frowns, kicking himself in the shin.

"Then get on!" He laughs. "I promise I'll protect you. I won't let you get hurt." He says, holding his palm up into the air like some sort of scout making an oath.

"You'll protect me?" Finney grins. "How the hell would you do that?" He challenges.

"I mean -" Robin scoffs. "Have you looked at me?" He replies, stretching his arm out, trying to vaguely show off his muscles to Finn.

"Fine." He reluctantly agrees, rolling his eyes.

Finney climbs onto the back, his arms swallowing around Robin's torso, clinging on tightly, afraid to let go. He spread his legs out so they don't drag along the ground. Before he knows it, Robin peddles off. The wind is fierce against their faces, blowing against their hair around in a frenzy. Finney doesn't dare let go of Robin. Not once. Robin could feel Finney's heart race on his spine with the curve of his chest being pushed against his back. He can hear Finney begging for him to slow down, but he chooses to ignore it. He couldn't stop now. Not when he felt so free. He peddles even faster, feeling the sensation of Finney's thighs rubbing gracefully against his own.

The diner is practically deserted; a complete ghost town. Without the usual after-school/work crowd, the place seemed empty and weird. Robins eyes swoop across the room, noticing that only a few things occupy the space. There were the red and white striped leather booths, a small counter in front of the kitchen and a jukebox that stands in the far left corner.

An elderly couple stands near the jukebox, dancing to the music with one another. Swaying and twirling each other around, not caring about anyone else judging them. Robin smiles at the sight, imagining one day that would be him and Finney.

He then spots Vance sat scoffing down his food at their usual booth. Robin turns back to Finney and hands over some cash.

"Can you go order us some food? I'm gunna go to Vance. We'll be right over here." Robin points, already walking towards the table.

"What? What do I order?" Finney asked nervously, having never been to this place before, not knowing what's good and what's not.

"Whatever you want. Get me a chocolate milkshake and the classic burger." Before Finney can say anything else, Robin plants himself down across from Vance. "Hey." Robin greets casually. Vance looks up from his food to Robin, revealing a narly black eye. He doesn't comment on it, already knowing who gave him it.