I wish I could eat you for breakfast.
This is what you did to me.
He flushed as he opened a pic of Levi’s spent cock and the pool of cum on his flat tummy.
Levi
I love you. ????????
I’m so lonely. Mal and Nico are excluding me again. Yell at them.
I got you a present. Well, us a present. ????????
Shiloh snorted. Whatever it represented, he was definitely on board; his cock was twitching just thinking about it. But these uniform pants were way too tight for him to be thinking about dirty emojis. It was bucket list night. Levi’s favorite night of the week. Shiloh’s, too, of course, but Levi always took it as a personal challenge.
Wednesdays were sacred. That was the night they switched off their phones and made Nico and Mal leave so Shiloh could be as loud as he wanted before spending the night fulfilling that night’s bucket list challenge.
Shiloh
Can I have a hint?
Levi
No. It’s a surprise. ??
Levi loved an emoji. He was such an old man in some ways and such a child in others. He was barely twenty-six and he groaned when he stood up, whined when he didn’t get his way, insisted on using coupons for everything, and pouted anytime he heard the word no. He was perfect.
Shiloh
On my way home. Love you.
Levi
Love you, too. Be safe. See you soon.
No emoji. He was playingPaladinwith the boys. It was Levi’s and Shiloh’s one night off together. Shiloh had classes, but Levi’s classes were only on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so that meant on Wednesdays, he was left to his own devices. He usually had breakfast with Mal and Nico and the others at the garage, then went home and cleaned the house. In the afternoon, he was almost always playingPaladinand would until Shiloh got home and finished his shower.
Shiloh loved having a routine. It was such a relief to always know what came next. Shiloh hauled his bag over his arm but only made it about ten steps when his instructor stopped him. Shiloh flicked his gaze up, up, up until he met her piercing stare. Gemma Crowder was a six-foot-two redhead with shoulders twice as broad as Shiloh’s and a thick German accent and deep, booming voice that made everything she said sound vaguely threatening. “Is something wrong?” he asked.
“I’ve been watching you.” Sometimes, more than vaguely threatening. Sometimes, downright terrifying.
“Oh?” he said, voice cracking.
“Yes. You are my best student in this class. Your sectioning, your technique, your formula. Exceptional. I’m impressed.”
Shiloh couldn’t hide the grin that spread across his face. “Really?”
“Mm,” she said, glowering at him until he stopped smiling. “I never do this. Ever. Understand.”
Not really. “Yes?”
“My friend runs a very prestigious salon in South Park. She’s looking for an apprentice. It’s unpaid, but I can use your hours towards your licensing and you get to keep your tips. If you don’tchoke, she will probably offer you a job as junior stylist once you’re licensed. It’s a big opportunity.”
Shiloh’s mouth fell open. “So, I could work on actual paying clients while I learn?” he asked, mind reeling.
“You’ll be her assistant first. Then…we’ll see.”
He pulled his phone from his pocket. “How do I apply? Is there an online application or something?”
