It’s only when my lips spread into a soppy smile that I realise Gabe has a similar expression on his face. Our eyes meet, and we both mute our smiles before dropping our stares back to our phones.
Cal:Are you offering to cook?
Gabe:Yes. Wear something nice.
Cal:Who? Me?
I wink at him and blow him a kiss. Gabe laughs and shakes his head.
Gabe:I meant our boy.
Blake:Satin or lace? Unless you weren’t talking about my underwear. I think I’ve got a shirt somewhere.
Cal:Lace.
Blake:I don’t have a lace shirt.
Cal:Someone’s being cheeky.
Blake:Not me. I’m always good.
Gabe snorts out a laugh. I chuckle too.
Gabe:If you’re going to be naughty, Cal and I will have to think up ways to punish you.
Blake:I’m sure you’ll think of something between you.
Cal:Oh, we will.
Gabe:Maybe we’ll tie you up and take turns fucking you.
Blake:I’m not sure that would be a punishment. Unless you’re talking about a role-play fantasy where I’m not meant to like it…
Gabe:No. We know rape fantasies and such are a hard limit for you. But now you know my secret.
Blake:I do?
Gabe:I’m terrible at thinking of punishments. I much prefer giving rewards.
Blake:I’ll try extra hard to be good.
I smile as I read their messages. I’m turned on at the thought of Blake tied up shibari-style, with one of us stuffing his arse full of cock while the other watches before switching over. It would be even better if we could take turns filling his arse with cum. Oh fuck, that’s a hot image. I rub my face and adjust my trousers beneath the table.
“Getting all hot and bothered?” Gabe asks, smirking.
“I’m just imagining that scenario.”
“Me too. Maybe we shouldn’t have met in a coffee shop.” He winks.
I stare at him, trying to unpack his words and the wink.
Blake:I’ve got to go. Text me a time and an address, and I’ll be there.
Gabe:Don’t be late.
Cal:Don’t be late.
I laugh as our messages pop up at the exact same time.
