Frey:Us sharing the information before Monty, Bowie. That’s what stealing thunder means. We stole Monty’s thunder when he wanted to tell us his news, instead of me and Ziggy got to say it first.
Bowie:Oh…
Bowie chewed on his thumb, wishing folks would just speak plainly so he didn’t always look like a dork.
Kari doesn’t care.
His animal side was right, Kari loved him despite his dorkiness. Since their mating, the feeling of Kari’s presence inside him had grown, and with it came confidence. The kind that stopped him worrying about not being enough and accepting that his past didn’t define him. His own actions did.
Lennon:Is it Rue or Kendrick?
Frey:Good question Lennon.
Monty:BOTH.
Ziggy:Over here fanning myself! Go you. I bet that was epic!
Monty:I don’t want to brag, but I’m the bomb… the dick bomb.
Wide eyed, he quickly typed a response, because he wasn’t going to ask what a dick bomb was, heck no. If he started with those types of questions, he just knew when his friends found out about him and Kari, they would want all the details. His cock plumped at the thought of Kari’s mark, even when a wash of embarrassment made his face hot at thoughts of having to explain where his mating claim was.
Bowie:I’m not even gonna ask.
Hollis:I’m with you, Bowie. I do not want to know. I’m already traumatized by Frey’s oversharing to go there with you too, Monty!
Wilder:You lucky sod, Monty. And I want all the details, so ignore Hollis. I’ll live vicariously through you as I’m on a sex drought!
Bowie:A sex drought?
Wilder:I’m getting no peen at all… big sigh.
Hollis:Wilder!
Wilder:You’re getting all the peen, so don’t use that text tone with me.
Bowie:I’m so lost. Text tone? Is that a thing I’ve missed?
His friends were so confusing with the things they said sometimes, but Bowie got what peen meant, so that was something. The thought of two of them? Yeah, he wasn’t going to think about that. One was more than enough for him.
Wilder:Don’t worry Bowie, I’ll come explain it after. So, Monty, how does it feel to have two peens to play with?
Bowie typed out a private message to Wilder, explaining that he wasn’t in the office today, so he didn’t have a wasted trip searching for him. Then he switched back into the group chat and giggled quietly at Monty’s comment.
Monty:Like I won the peen lottery… twice!
Hollis:How did I end up here? How? Can we please go back to work… you know, the thing you’re paid to do, and stop talking about penis.
Ziggy:Yes, boss. But we should have a video call, all of us, to celebrate Monty’s mating. We can havecocktails and cake in our own homes. Wouldn’t that be fun when we haven’t sorted another night out?
The second his eyes skimmed Ziggy’s suggestion, everything clicked into place, and Bowie found himself grinning at how Ziggy’s idea would work for him. This way he could tell everyone at once, despite not all being in the same room. They’d all be together, just on screen.
If Kari was around, would that stop there being too many questions and give everyone time to cool off? Bowie wasn’t silly enough not to know that some, if not all, of his friends, would be upset by the amount of time he’d kept the secret. He had been a little hurt that Ziggy had kept quiet about Silas, and Frey for pretending to be something he wasn’t. Was this just the same?
Would Monty be okay with him—how had he put it—being a thunder stealer?
Maybe he should mention it before?
Hollis:A great idea when we get to avoid sex clubs and much less chance of ending up in trouble. I’ll look at everyone's work calendars and send out some dates.
