#one day i'm going to give in and go full cobbweb and when i do i hope you all remember me as i was

[bitch-butter]

tagged by @im-chinese-believe-it-or-not for the WIP game, and I'm just manic enough rn that I Will share

(excerpt from pretty on the inside (pretty from the back) (au!web's grimdark origin story) below feat. my Contribution to Hot Roy Summer, ambiguously motivated sw, and implied sexual content).

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That got him through his first month of summer in Cambridge, providing nighttime distractions to the guys who didn’t go home for break, for the friends of those guys in Boston, for the friends of those friends and the acquaintances of those others. But it wasn’t until he fucked Roy Cobb that it was ever suggested he make a website to advertise his services.

“If you Harvard brats were as smart as you say you are you’d be doing more than getting passed around the same group of assholes all summer,” the other man had said, pulling up his sweatpants as David watched him with a raised brow, skin cooling down from its violent flush and ass as raw as ever. Cobb wasn’t a student at Harvard, but he knew guys who were, and as such knew that for the right price he could get David to come out to this moderately priced hotel room for a whirlwind Saturday night fuckfest. David had never been a working man himself, but he understood these were the kind of weekend getaways that needed actual saving up for, and as such he was obliged to let Cobb speak to him however he liked. Even if the guy hadn’t proved to be the most long lasting screw he’d ever had. 

“Is that so?” he’d drawled, wishing absently for a cigarette.

Cobb perched a pair of Unabomber-esque reading glasses over the bridge of his nose as he sat against the edge of the bed. “Do you want to be a big fish in a small pond?”

David smirked, easing himself across the mattress until he could lay his head against the other man’s clothed thigh. “What kind of fish do you want me to be?” he asked coyly, gazing up at the unamused man with lidded eyes.

“You’re worth more than $500 bucks a pop,” Cobb answered, undeterred by David’s antics, even as he reached to comb a hand through his mussed curls. “And I think you know it.”

Humming, David moved into the touch. “Even if I was, I don’t think I’m going to do much better than that given the current state of my clientele being college boys eating off daddy’s money.”

“That’s what I’m saying,” Cobb said irritably, giving his hair a tug. “Do you know The Social Network?”

Rolling his eyes, David huffed. “I’m familiar with the work of David Fincher, yes.”

“Well, you know in that movie when they move Facebook to Stanford?” he prompted annoyingly, as though David hadn’t been made to watch the fucking movie by everyone he’d come across in the last few years who knew he was bound for Harvard. “That’s because they wanted to be seen by the right people.”

Breathing in a deep breath, David reached to brush an errant speck of dust from the other man’s cheek. “You’re saying I need to transfer to Stanford?”

“You need a website,” Cobb clarified, accepting the touch without a thought. “You should be seen by the right people.”

The laugh startled out of him as fast as anything, and he bent into it gratefully, finding it the most genuine expression he’d had in almost a month. “Oh, really?” he’d pressed, more curious than anything else at the way Cobb just looked unerringly down at him. “Are you going to make it for me?”

Cobb shrugged. “That’s what I do.”

“Really?”

“Development, design,” Cobb said easily, his face blank behind his glasses. “It’s my passion.”

David had been stunned by his generosity. “You’d do that for me?”

“Well,” he’d trailed off, using his grip on David’s hair to turn his face into the burgeoning bulge in his crotch. “For a price.”

It had ended up being a more productive weekend than he had expected, the two of them on the bed before Cobb’s laptop as he divulged more about his sexual proclivities than he’d ever shared with another person before. It would have honestly been halfway sexy if Cobb had not been as clinical with it as he would be speaking with any other potential client. By the end David had been presented with a discrete, classy looking interface describing him as every old, rich closet-case's wet dream, and after a quick hook-up with a reputable but moderately priced photographer he had a miniature faceless portfolio of risque pictures to match. 

David had the sense of a door opening, but what was behind it was something he really couldn’t guess. 

His first date with a man he officially considered to be a client had been with a man named Michael who ran a hedge fund. He had booked a room for them and paid for a long, long night with an envelope embossed with creamy, silvery initials stamped in the center. The sex itself was not anything particularly memorable, but David found the longer he did it the easier it became to do things he’d never done before, and for the very first time he’d been asked to get on top. Finding that he liked it just the same wasn’t even the wildest revelation of the night, as he found that Michael had perused his site carefully and had taken note of the things David would be willing to do, seeming to almost take it as a challenge to have him do nearly all of them.

If he hadn’t considered himself experienced before he certainly did in the light of the dawn: bruised, sore in good and bad ways, skin tacky with fluids. He had pressed his mouth to the seal on the envelope and thought of how his father would feel if he knew his son enjoyed being fucked, enjoyed being paid. 

He had sat at the desk in the room after Michael had left and wrote it all down on the notepad beside the phone, the hotels seal a blue ribbon over his words, feeling relaxed, sated even if that had barely been the point.

#wip game #still Hot Roy Summer for a few weeks i'm just happy i got to be here for it #nothing but respect for MY president (roy cobb) #one day i'm going to give in and go full cobbweb and when i do i hope you all remember me as i was #this au is so fun i Apologize for all of it most ardently