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The rest of the work day was spent stockpiling every piece of information we had about the kidnappings so that Hudson could put together a proper report.

Ozmo finding the connection between the missing petrylle gave the detective something concrete to work on, and sure enough, there were several people connected to missing petrylle that commented that they’d been hanging around new people.

Shelvi had learned as such when she’d canvassed one of the missing petrylle’s workplace.

Fanna and Kloan learned the same when they’d gone and talked to fellow petrylle who were friends of several of those missing, saying that they’d been really close friends until recently, when the petrylle in question had started running with a new crowd.

The connection couldn’t be overlooked now that we’d uncovered it. Hudson told us that he would bring together a full briefing sometime next week and then we could discuss our next moves.

By the time the following Friday came and went, there was nothing new from the detective.

I’d reached out to him earlier in the morning now that it had been a week after we’d first met with P omini about her missing daughter Prescel, but Hudson had just told me he was still working on figuring out the connection and he’d stop by after the weekend.

The board was getting antsy. We’d seen a victory over the horizon, only to be stalled by paperwork and protocol.

None of us liked to see the process being stalled, but we all understood that we had to do things by the book.

At least no other petrylle had gone missing.

Ever since my office blowjob with Wrex, we hadn’t seen each other.

I’d asked him to hookup earlier in the week, but he’d told me he couldn’t because of work.

I’d frowned, because I didn’t even know what Wrex did for work.

When I’d implored, he’d told me he worked in IT for a construction company, something he’d liked to get out of because while it wasn’t directly working in construction, he hated being connected to the stereotype I’d previously heard from Wrage during the board meetings.

So I jumped a little too quickly when my phone chimed that Friday evening, interrupting my latest gaming session, and I saw that Wrex had texted me.

FINALLY wrapped with this crazy work week. You have any plans this weekend?

I grinned like an idiot. This thing with Wrex was starting to feel like…more than just sucking and fucking. A part of me relished in the feelings that were starting to form, given by how badly I’d felt over not knowing what he did for work even though we’d swapped fluids a handful of times now.

We’d both agreed. This was nothing more than friends with amazing benefits, and that’s what I needed right now.

The days that I’d had to myself after work over the past week had been great.

Amazing even. I’d been able to watch shows I’d been behind on, gamed with a couple of online friends, and even managed to coordinate with my parents for my next visit.

I liked being single, not having to worry about another person while executing what I wanted and needed out of my life .

That didn’t stop the rumbling of affection from roaring through me when I glanced at Wrex’s text.

I couldn’t stop this thing between us over the possibility that I might be catching feelings.

Feelings were the problem. What we were doing felt too fucking good .

I wasn’t going to let my usually monogamous heart get in the way of more feeling good.

Nothing planned. Unless ?? ?? is on your mind

Can’t get enough, huh?

Of you naked? Never

I’ll be over in an hour. Get that dick ready ??

My dick is always ready for you ??

Yeah, we’d moved on to mutual emoji usage, which felt like a very casual step.

My dick was molten lava levels of hot thinking about getting some sexy time with Wrex.

I quickly powered down my Switch and decided to take a quick shower to prepare for his arrival.

Thoughts of Wrex wrapped around my dick in a multitude of ways kept me hard through my shower and then subsequently made it a lot harder to put underwear on after.

I briefly toyed with the idea of not wearing anything since it wasn’t like it was a big secret what we were about to do, but I decided to put on a pair of boxer briefs. Just the boxer briefs. My dick stirred thinking about Wrex’s reaction to it.

Sitting back down on the couch while I waited, I scoffed at myself mentally.

Why was I continually flip-flopping on whether or not I was developing feelings for Wrex?

Yeah, I liked the guy. He seemed to really like me.

But being alone when I craved time to myself…

I couldn’t put a price on it. Even if we did end up starting something, we would have to go at a literal glacial pace.

Of course, all of this was assuming Wrex would be willing to do so.

Whatever. We weren’t hurting anyone. I felt like a rollercoaster that was constantly tossing and turning on what they wanted or thought they wanted, but I figured that was normal after everything I’d been through. Maybe it would be weirder if my head wasn’t constantly up and down about everything.

It was futile to tell myself not to worry about it anymore.

I was going to have random bursts of doubt and flashes of yearning.

I felt like that came with getting close to someone, even if you’d both agreed that it was just sex.

What I wanted was to just enjoy the ride and try my best to just be present.

And if it turned out that I was developing feelings for Wrex, I’d just talk to him.

We had such an open dialogue that I didn’t think he’d shun me.

Sure, it might be awkward as hell to hear that Wrex didn’t want any sort of romantic entanglement with me, with a human, but I was a big boy. I could handle.

That wasn’t to say I was falling for Wrex. I was just acutely aware that feelings were definitely present and I needed to acknowledge them so that I could further assess whether or not said feelings would or could damage what Wrex and I were doing.

I shook myself mentally. Why the fuck was I worrying about shit when Wrex was on his way to bounce on my cock? I checked my phone, realizing that more time than I’d been expecting had passed, supporting my mental acrobatics.

Waiting for Wrex turned to slight worry when he didn’t show up an hour and a half later. Traffic could’ve held him up , I said to myself. Hell, maybe he wanted to shower at his place and he’d taken longer. A lot of things could have been keeping him. But with petrylle disappearing…

After two hours since his last text went by, I was starting to freak out. I frantically called him several times, but everything went to voicemail. Next thing I knew, I was throwing on clothes and dialing Wrage’s number.

“Wallace?”

“Hey, sorry to bother you but have you heard from Wrex?”

“He left hours ago, I assumed he was meeting with you.” Alarm was woven into Wrage’s next words and I shuddered when he finally spoke. “He hasn’t showed up?”

“No,” I stated, my tongue feeling like a lead weight in my mouth as I spoke. “No, he hasn’t.”