Ill be off work in half an hour
More silence.
[ Bobo Fresa ]:
I'm not gay
Dylan couldn't help but laugh.
still have your finger in your ass?
[ Bobo Fresa ]:
NO
Dylan rolled his eyes.
whatever
stop bitching and come over
we can suck each other's cocks
or you can fuck me
no one will know
Dylan was pretty sure he wasn't going to hear from Ashton after that, but a few minutes later his phone vibrated in his pocket.
[ Bobo Fresa ]:
Where?
Dylan grinned, then quickly typed in his address.
I can be there in 30 min
Faster, if you've got a car and come pick me up from the computer lab
No response. Not right away, nor in the final twenty minutes of his shift. Glancing at his phone as he went, Dylan did his rounds down the rows and rows of lab computers, checking the cubicles for trash, making sure none of the headsets or cameras had been destroyed or stolen, and straightening the chairs.
Paige was running late today. Not that Dylan could grouse, really. Not after cutting into her break last week when he and Ashton had been up on the roof hooking up. She’d signed in barely in time for Dylan to sign out, shouting a quick “Hello!Goodbye!” as he skidded out of the door, across the lobby, and nearly twisted his ankle jumping the building’s front steps.
There was a parking lot close by with a bus stop at the end, but the bus timetables were a long-standing campus joke, and both were in the opposite direction of Dylan’s apartment. It’d probably be faster to just hoof it, but…
He glanced at his messages one final time.
Nothing.
Great, just fucking great. He'd scared the guy off after all.
Except — when he stepped outside the building housing the computer lab?
Bloooop.
Dylan told himself not to get excited. Not even when he saw the notification for [Bobo Fresa] on his lock screen…
Dylan tilted his head, trying to work it out. Ashton had sent him a link to a satellite map of the campus, with a little red pin marking the closest corner of the nearest parking lot.
