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Nothing of note occurred during the second meeting, much as I’d expected.

Everyone was talking about either the party the night before or the same issues they’d discussed during the first meeting.

After only about two hours, we’d agreed to come up with a vote on which of the Orbs’ issues to attack first.

I’d spent most of the meeting thinking about Wrex. I’d had an instant attraction to Wrage when I’d first met him, but I don’t know. This felt different, though I didn’t exactly know how.

After going over both meetings’ details with Maxim and typing up a shit ton of paperwork for my boss, I headed out of the office just in time for dinner. I was itching to play some video games and distract myself from the sudden influx of hormones that meeting Wrex had instilled in me.

Spending the rest of the night playing video games was how I chose to shake off the new Orb related inklings. Thoughts of Wrex had made it really hard to think after I’d gotten home, so I’d had to take a quick shower and jack off to get rid of the lust.

Was I just into any male figure now that I was divorced?

It was like my libido was in overdrive after years of being asleep, which hadn’t even been the case.

Matty and I had had sex fairly often, only it hadn’t been exactly fulfilling, as my role as the bottom in our relationship was not preferred for me.

But now that I was available to have whatever kind of sex I wanted, it was like someone had beat down the flood gates on what I found attractive.

I’d never really looked at Orbs as a potential hookup option.

Not because I hadn’t been turned on by them before.

Exo had had a certain effect on me when we’d first met, but he was straight, so that attraction had died before it’d fully set in place.

Now Wrex was the focus of my infatuation.

Wrex could also be straight, or just simply not interested.

Orbs and humans didn’t usually mix romantically or sexually.

Seeing Exo’s friend Kroven, a sangamar, with his human boyfriend, a man named Bas that had helped us in gathering information on the blood centers that had been previously attacked on the east coast, had changed my outlook on same-sex interspecies relationships.

But again, wishful thinking. Until Wrex told me he wasn’t into me or didn’t like guys, he was spank bank fodder until further notice.

I got lost in playing Dead By Daylight, one of my favorite horror video games of all time.

Aside from video games, I found comfort in horror movies and any subgenre that horror attached itself too.

So naturally, Dead By Daylight hit my trigger.

There was something soothing about it. Matty never liked anything horror, and though it was really weird that I found solace in it, that never stopped me from relishing in it.

Finishing a generator in the game, my phone buzzed from beside me on the couch. An unsaved number lit my screen with a new text message. That was odd. It wasn’t very often that I got a call or text from someone I didn’t have already saved in my contacts.

Curiosity making my decision for me, I made my character hide in one of the provided lockers within the game, so I wouldn’t get killed in the meantime, and I picked up my phone off of the couch to read the text.

Wallace, it’s Wrex. I got your number from my brother. I just wanted to apologize again and let you know that he’s fine and should be at work tomorrow

My heartbeat sped up. Wrex was texting me. Which meant he’d been thinking about me. Ugh, this was not going to bode well for my already lewd thoughts I had about him.

I didn’t know what to say, my hands hovering over the keyboard without a clear path to take. What did I say? I couldn’t say what I wanted to, half from being too scared to and half because I didn’t really know the petrylle well enough to be as into him as I clearly was.

Feeling like taking the plunge, I decided to just play it like he was just the brother of one of my co-workers and not like he was the subject behind my latest orgasm.

Hey Wrex, thanks for letting me know!

Simple, direct, easy. Then he wouldn’t feel obligated to respond back and that would end all the conversation.

But that would have been too easy. Because next thing I knew, I was watching three dots dance across the bottom of my screen that indicated that Wrex was typing.

Looking back at my game, I decided there was no way I was going to be able to focus on it while Wrex was contacting me. I quickly shifted and turned off my Switch and made my way into a laying position on the couch. I had a text from Wrex waiting for me when my eyes found my phone again.

Let me know if Wrage doesn’t mention the petrylle troubles and I can tell you about them over lunc h

Over lunch? Like a date? Before I got way over my head, I typed back another simple response that couldn’t be taken any sort of way.

I’d appreciate the information, assuming he doesn’t share. I’ll for sure let you know and then I’ll cover lunch in exchange for learning of the petrylle issues.

There. That was even and not the slightest bit suggestive, right? God, I was usually so confident talking with guys and playing it cool when first talking, but Wrex was destroying all my game as easily as he’d destroyed the boardroom doors.

Lunch will be on me. It’s customary for the one who brought it up to pay for the date

Date . He’d actually typed the word date. My heart was threatening to beat out of my chest and slap me clear across the face. Sitting up on the couch, I stared down at my crotch. My dick was really into what he was saying, making my jeans lurch in an unnatural way that the denim wanted to defy.

Wrex even mentioning a date had not been on the docket for today, so I was nothing if not ill prepared. I could only think of one response that wouldn’t make me seem like a horny fool, even if I was.

Sounds like a plan!

Tossing my phone on the floor, I wiped my forehead of the sweat Wrex’s text had caused. Was this confirming that Wrex was into dudes? Or at the very least, into me?

I closed my eyes, thinking about what it would be like to be on a date with Wrex.

I hadn’t been on a first date in over eight years, and the first mention of one involved an Orb.

Would Wrex treat me right at dinner and then let me destroy his ass with pleasure back at my place after? Fuck, I wanted that.

It wasn’t until I was pulling my jeans down to take care of my very obvious hard-on that I knew I was sick and the only remedy was one hot night with a petrylle named Wrex.