Soon. And you can do whatever you want. However you want.
Anything?
Anything. No limit, whatever you want.
Send me something. I need something to kill time.
My heart skipped a beat. We had never done this. Not really anyways.
I got up and went to the single stall bathroom.
Fuck, was I seriously going to do this?
I checked the door twenty times to make sure it had locked. This felt wrong, too public, too risky, but god, I was turned on at the idea of it.
I propped my phone on the sink. I started filming myself.
I just wanted the end clip. The one I knew would send Cal into overdrive. I leaned against the wall of the bathroom, my pants undone. My hand moved fast. My face was flushed, sweat beading on my hairline. I bit my knuckle to keep quiet, and I stayed quieter as I spilled over my own hand.
I stopped the video. I hit send before I could panic.
I washed up and walked out, taking my seat across from Cal again. Lena was sitting in the seat next to me, talking Cal’s ear off about something, I didn’t even know what.
Cal opened the video.
He went still. His grip tightened on the phone until his knuckles turned white. He watched the whole thing. I know he did. Right there, in the middle of the terminal, with no fucking shame.
Jesus.
He looked up at me. His pupils were blown, black swallowing the hazel. He looked feral. Like he wanted to drag me into the cargo hold right now.
My phone buzzed again.
I’m going to fucking ruin you, baby. For anyone else. Just wait.
23
FEBRUARY - THE ROAD / DETROIT / SEATTLE
Now playing: Slow Down - Chase Atlantic
Thelasttwoweekshad been a blur of airports, arenas, and agony.
We had fallen into a new, dangerous rhythm. On camera, we were rivals building toward a triple threat war. In the locker room, we were professional colleagues who barely spoke, maintaining the “kayfabe” of our tension for the boys in the back. But the second the hotel room doors closed? We were voracious.
The problem was, we hadn’tactuallyhad sex. Not the kind we both desperately needed. Not the kind that settled the score.
Lena was the sweetest, most unintentional cockblock in history. She viewed Cal as a father figure, and now that we were on the road loop together, she was constantly in his shadow. She was there for breakfast. She was there for the drive. She hung out in his room until late at night.
I watched Cal with her, his patience, his protectiveness, and it made my chest ache with how much I loved him.
But it also meant I spent half my time hiding in the bathroom or sneaking out, only to sneak back in at two in the morning for quick, desperate handjobs against the doorframe or dry humping him until we both came in our boxers beforecrashing from sheer exhaustion. We were teenagers again, fumbling in the dark, terrified of getting caught.
And Cal… Cal was making it worse on purpose.
He was leaning into the frustration.
He started sending me photos.
