I pull my phone out of my pocket and text him.
Me: Hey
I watch as he pulls his phone from his jacket pocket and looks at it. He subtly glances up at me, then back at the phone.
Wraith: Hey
Me: I want to fuck you. Can we meet up somewhere?
No point in beating around the bush.
He raises an eyebrow as he reads the text, a sexy smirk tugging at his lips. His friend is talking to the bartender, allowing Wraith to give me his full attention.
Wraith: What if I’d rather fuck you?
My cock reacts to the words, subtly plumping. Fuck. I haven’t been dicked down in ages, and the thought is appealing. I don’t have a game tomorrow either.
Me: We can discuss.
His smirk grows as he types out a message on his phone.
Wraith: Where we meeting?
Dragging a hand through my hair, I consider my options. Then I remember Hen’s city apartment.
“Hen.” He looks up and I motion him over. “Hey. Do you still have the city apartment?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Can I borrow it for a few hours tonight?”
He tilts his head like an adorable puppy. “What for?”
“A hookup. I don’t want to host at my place or go to theirs.”
He grins like a maniac. “Damn. You’re getting laid tonight? Awesome.”
“Is your place available?”
“Fuck yeah.” He pulls his keys out of his pocket and removes one of them, pressing it into my hand. “It’s the building in Mistone East, not far from here. I’ll text you the address and the alarm code. Just throw the sheets in the washer, huh?”
“I won’t leave it gross. Thanks, man.”
“Hey, I’m just happy you’re getting your dick wet.”
Or something.
I open my text messages and seal the deal.
Me: Got a place not far from here. I’ll text you the address. Meet me there in twenty?
Wraith: You got it, D-Man.
D-Man? I chuckle at that, glancing up as I slide my phone into my pocket and begin my goodbyes to my teammates. Hen winks at me after we hug it out, and then I’m heading for the door. My dick is already hard as fuck knowing we’re getting some action. Some much needed male-on-male action.
As I sit in my car, sending the address to Wraith, I consider what I’m about to do. I don’t know this fucking guy at all, but that isn’t stopping me from hooking up with him. It’s risky, but if he wanted to out me to the public, he could’ve done it by now.
Hen’s apartment is only a ten-minute drive from the bar, but far enough away to give me a sense of privacy. He only stays here when we get in late from travel since his primary house is in a suburb forty minutes from the airport.
