Thankfully, the twink replied positively. It was clear they wouldn’t be meeting up tonight, but he hoped they’d speak again. Edward had a feeling the sex would be incredible. There was a mischievous twinkle in the guy’s eye. Derek put another drink in front of Edward. He downed it and stood up.
“Are you meeting the schoolboy?”
“Don’t call him that, and no, but I’m going home to imagine what he might do to me when we do meet up.”
They said their goodbyes, and Derek waved off any attempt from Edward to pay for his drinks. He couldn’t wait to get home and let his imagination get completely carried away. Edward had a feeling he’d sleep well tonight.
CHAPTER 3
MILO
“What’s wrong with your face?” asked Lexie.
“What?” Milo said, brushing at his mouth. “Have I got some crumbs?”
“No, you look like a miserable cunt.”
Milo couldn’t help but chuckle. Lexie had never been one to mince her words, and she used the C-bomb like an adjective. She knew him better than any of his flatmates, including Liam. He referred to Liam as his best friend, and that was true, but Lexie was different. She was like his big sister, who knew what he was thinking before he did. Sometimes you meet someone and you just click immediately. If they’d been each other’s type, they’d have made the perfect couple.
They’d met at university as part of an LGBTQ+ student group in their last year. She was older than he was, and most of the other students, but only by five years. At eighteen she’d transitioned, because she’d wanted to experience university as her authentic self, and her parents, who were lovely people, fully supported her. They treated Milo as their adoptive son, and he didn’t complain. Lexie’s mum was the best cook in the world, and he’d be spending Christmas with them this year. He alternated betweenLexie’s and Liam’s families, the latter being just as welcoming. Liam was from a small town in the home counties called Heartwood, and it was as sickly sweet as it sounded. Everyone knew your business, but you couldn’t ask for a more supportive community. Whenever he visited Liam, one of the old dears would always try to set Milo up with one of their nephews– which was sweet and embarrassing at the same time–though they knew Milo preferred older men.
“I’m not miserable,” he protested.
“What’s his name?”
“It’s not about a guy.”
She raised an eyebrow and gave him the “don’t bullshit me” look, which she’d definitely got from her mother.
“BreedMe69.”
Lexie’s eyes widened for a second before her face cracked into a huge smile.
“Oh, this is gonna be good.”
“No, definitely not good. I turned up. He called me a short arse and slammed the door in my face.”
“Oh, honey, I’m sorry. Do you need me to smash his windows?”
Milo laughed. “No, it’s fine. I just wish gay men knew how to read.”
“Women aren’t much better on that one,” she said, with a grimace.
Milo’s heart went out to her. Lexie was always upfront about being trans. She had the flag on her profile and it was written in her profile headline, but women saw how stunning she was, a massive pair of tits and nothing else. She had a rule now that if she met someone online, they needed to have a conversation first, so they were clear she hadn’t been born a woman. People could be really fucking cruel, despite claiming to be allies.
“Well, now I feel like an arsehole.”
“You have nothing to feel bad about. Heightism. Transphobia. The struggle is real.”
“Get fucked,” he laughed, pushing her shoulder.
“Feel better?” she asked.
“A bit. Feel even better when I get a shag.”
“You should try bottoming again.”
“No thanks. Tried it twice, and not for me.”
