"What are you doing with my mobile?" Tony came back to the flat to fetch it, and there was Robby holding it.
"Don't give me the third degree? You're a mess, lately, luv. What gives?" Robby mustered up an excuse quickly. He hoped Tony hadn't the sense to look for Maxxie's call. He handed it over. It was just luck that Maxxie called when he did. Robby just couldn't help himself from laying the law down with Max. Robby was very protective of Tony. He just didn't want to see him get hurt. After all, someone had to take care of him. His mum was a drunk, and that sister of his made of business of making everyone miserable.
"That Sis of mine, she's really got mum grieving. She hasn't come home yet." Tony sat down as if he might miss class now.
"Don't you know, she'll do as she pleases, luv." Robby sighed sitting on the couch next to him, taking Tony's hand. "How about a quickie?" Robby smiled.
"No, I can't. I'm late as it is." Tony jerked himself up.
"Why did you even come back then?" Robby squinted.
"My mobile." Tony looked at him blankly, but not for long. Robby gave him a good long snog. It didn't take much to side track Tony. Without the drugs lately, the sex was really taking off. And wasn't that what every growing bloke needed?