“I’m basically a detective,” I told him, smiling as I punched out the characters.“Did your parents get home okay?”
“Oh god,” he sent back, “they were so drunk, it was embarrassing.”
I chuckled at the thought of it.I’d only met his mom and dad a few times, but they seemed like pleasant people.Clearly they weren’t afraid of letting their hair down once in a while.
“It’s a parent’s job to embarrass their offspring,” I pointed out.
“Then they’re clearly the best parents.”
I was about to thumb out a response, but then saw the “a message is being typed” icon flutter.
“I’m sorry I had to leave early,” Kai wrote.
I blinked at the screen, not quite sure how to reply.The risk of coming across as either too desperate or, conversely, too cold was something I didn’t quite trust myself to navigate.
“I get it, you did promise them,” I said, eventually.Vague and safe.
“I know I did, but I also know that you probably started over-thinking as soon as I left.”
I grit my teeth.Being so damn obvious was starting to make me suspect I might be two-dimensional, or something.
“I had the memory of your ass to keep me going,” I teased.
Kai sent a slyly-winking emoji.“Just my ass...?”
“Not just your ass, no,” I conceded.“Your mouth was good, too.”
I could picture him licking his lips as he stared at the screen, his fingers swiping quickly across the keyboard.
“You were mainly buried in my throat, if I remember rightly.”
My cock lurched in my pants at the reminder.“I stand corrected.”
I paused for a moment, trying to fight the urge to tell him I wanted to see him again, while also not appear too desperate.Or, at least, no more desperate than anyone who has just gone hunting for someone on Facebook.
“Are you coming over to swim tonight?”I asked him eventually.Found I was holding my breath as the app told me he was typing a reply.
“Are you really inviting me to use the pool, or for something else?”
“Well if you don’t swim you might not wear the Speedo,” I pointed out, smirking to myself.
“Just for you I’ll wear one with some history, then” Kai replied.
“I look forward to hearing all about it,” I told him.I wasn’t sure exactly what sort of history he had in mind, but I suspected it might be a story I’d enjoy.
“What time will you be home?”
I glanced at the clock on my computer.There were, in theory, still several hours to go before I could realistically head out.In theory.
Sighing, I resigned myself to good behavior.“Not for another few hours at least,” I sent, “some of us have to work, y’know.”
Kai replied with a stream of outraged-looking emojis.“I’ll be working hard enough when I graduate, I think.”
“Then I guess I should make the most of your downtime now,” I suggested.I could definitely think of a few ways, just off the top of my head.
