xVerity: You’re right. I’ll be right there, TD. I need to find the bathroom first.
TeenDad2: omg xV don’t get confused. When we came to scope the place out last week I no joke walked into a storage closet when I was looking for the bathroom. The bathroom is to the right of the sign, not the left. If you see a yellow mop bucket, you’ve got the wrong door
Vincent looked at the yellow mop bucket in question. It was the same one Mal had almost tripped over. There was a tiny ball of plastic film discarded inside of it, but otherwise, it was fairly unremarkable.
xVerity: Thanks for the heads up. I’ll make sure not to mistake the mop bucket for a toilet. I’ll be right there, okay?
TeenDad2: you got it!
Vincent returned the phone to his pocket, rolled his shoulders back, and did his best to conceal the erection he was sure wasn’t going to go soft anytime soon.
Mal.
What a curious name.
Vincent left the storage closet and went next door to use the bathroom, but no matter where he went, thoughts of the omega he’d helped through his heat found him.
3
Vincent
The bathroom of the Kingsmen Club Banquet Hall belonged in a magazine. Vincent stepped through the door and onto the brown-stained cement flooring. The surface was sealed in a glossy coat and so carefully polished that Vincent almost believed he was the first person to step foot in the bathroom all day. The walls were made of reclaimed wooden pieces cut to the same thickness, but different lengths, stacked like bricks. Their colors varied from dark to light, artwork simply by virtue of their assembly and the uniqueness of their woodgrain. Bright overhead lights chased away the shadows, causing the metal fixtures on each of the sinks to gleam. Vincent blinked a few times in an attempt to adjust to the track lighting, then made his way to one of the partitioned urinals and prayed that he could tame his erection enough to relieve himself without making a huge mess.
No one else in the bathroom, which meant that he could take the time he needed to manage his erection and the urethral disruptions it would cause without suffering any of the embarrassment. He unzipped his fly, ducked his head, and did his best to aim.
It was worse than having morning wood.
While he struggled to keep his stream centered, his phone buzzed several times. Vincent frowned, finished up as quickly as he could, then stepped to the sink and washed his hands. There were small hand towels rolled and stacked neatly in a rack to the side of the sinks, and he selected one to dry off with.
Gwynn had really gone all out with the reception. Not only had the wedding ceremony been beautiful and tastefully short, but the venue for the reception was gorgeous. Aurora was a pretty place, and Vincent found himself excited to discover more of it.
When Vincent’s hands were dry, he took his phone from his pocket and checked on his messages. One was a tag from the Single Dads, but the notification that caught his eye wasn’t from his chat app—it was a text message from an unknown number. Vincent tapped it, eager to read it in full.
Hey, it’s Mal. Thought you should have my number, since you so generously gave me yours. It was fun meeting you. See you around
Vincent smiled and contemplated responding, but decided against it. If he came on too strong, he was going to make a fool of himself. The message didn’t demand an immediate response, so he’d let it sit. Once some time had passed, he’d reply. As badly as he wanted to know who Mal was, and why he’d been in a storage closet with a vibrator, playing it cool would work to his benefit. Hopefully, by the time he replied, Mal would be eager to hear back from him.
To occupy his mind in the meantime, he tabbed to his notifications and brought up the message waiting for him from the Single Dads.
KnotMyProblem: @xVerity, paging our fearless leader. Report in for duty near the front doors of the banquet hall immediately, or face an irl asskicking
TeenDad2: omg Knot you can’t just say you’re going to kick his ass. What if he leaves and never comes back?
KnotMyProblem: TD, he’s visiting all the way from another state just to see us. I don’t think you have anything to worry about
LoveHarley: You guys are cracking me up. I’m the only one standing by the front doors of the banquet hall rn so idk what you’re all going on about :P
Of course. Vincent grinned and was about to reply when he saw TeenDad2 was typing. He watched the conversation instead, interested to see how it unfolded.
TeenDad2: We lost Gwynn, though, guys, so until he responds to our messages, idk when we’re going to be able to snap the pic
KnotMyProblem: What do you mean, you ‘lost him’?
TeenDad2: like his limo went mia. Alex and Gwynn got their own private transport. There was a separate limo for the wedding party, and we were traveling together at first, then Gwynn’s limo went rogue, and no one knows what happened
KnotMyProblem: Gwynn, that hound. Can’t get enough of that boy
Vincent held back a snort.
