Page 5 of Gin & Sin (Last Call #2)

FIVE

KIT

“Well, well, look at you.” Ridley teases me, bumping my arm with his as I pour myself a soda from the bar. “Back so soon?”

“Yep.” I take a long gulp and refill it. “Anything happen while I was gone?”

“Yeah. We had to ask someone to leave. A guy followed his ex here and was being a dick.”

“Oh shit. Really?”

Ridley nods, dragging a hand through his unruly hair. “Indy went into scary Daddy mode and dragged the guy out by the collar. Salem told him we’ll call the cops if he shows up again.” He points to a group of guys near the pool tables. “The guy in the baby blue sweater. His friends are gonna have him stay with them.”

“That’s good. That’s our first major incident, huh?”

“Yeah. Not bad for how long we’ve been open.”

“Not bad at all.”

Ridley leans on the bar. “So where did you go?”

I grin, crunching on a piece of ice.

“Did you hook up?”

“Maybe.”

“With who?”

“There you are,” Lowen says, coming out from the back with a stack of t-shirts for the shelves behind the bar. “A very drunk twink was looking for you.”

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, I think I dodged a bullet with that one.”

“For sure,” Lowen agrees. “His friends had to drag him out of here while he was ‘hunting for the bear with BDE’ as he put it.”

Ridley practically chokes on his laughter.

“He yelled out that he was promised a dicking down.” Lowen grins. “Did you break a promise, Kitty Kit?”

“I promised him nothing. Not gonna lie, he was pretty cute, but I could tell he was drinking too much long before I dipped.”

“And where did you dip to?” Lowen asks.

“He won’t fess up,” Ridley says.

“Side quest,” I mumble. I’m not at all interested in sharing the details of my time with Stewart. It just feels wrong somehow. He trusted me with a major step in his life, and I’m not gonna gossip about it.

“Fair enough,” Lowen says, continuing his task of restocking shirts.

“Fine,” Ridley says. “Boring, but fine.”

He saunters off as well, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Tonight was cool. Better than cool. It was refreshing to be with someone who was so excited to be with me. It was just the pick-me-up I needed.

Speaking of… I feel the need to check in on him. Is that weird or considerate? Fuck if I know. My normal post-hookup activity consists of forgetting the dude ever existed.

“Why the face?” Indy asks, swinging around me to grab a glass of water from the bar.

“Perfect timing.” I lean across the bar. “Let me pick your brain.”

“Sure.”

“When you and Salem first hooked up, what did you do after?”

“After? Like, immediately after?”

“Yeah. Did you call?”

“Our situation was complicated. Why are you asking?”

“I met a guy tonight.”

Indy grins. “Guy in the sweater? I saw you sneak out.”

“Yeah. He’s new to dating men.”

“Yeah? That’s cool. How’d it go?”

“Awesome. It was nice.”

“He’s older, right?”

“Forty-eight. He teaches at the university.”

Indy raises an eyebrow. “Well now this is interesting. How did it even happen?”

Shaking my head, I grin. “I don’t know, man. There was just something about him that caught my eye. I think I’m burned out on my normal choices.”

Indy frowns, squeezing my shoulder. “I’m a shitty friend. I didn’t know you weren’t having fun.”

“You’re not a shitty friend. You’re in love and I’m happy for you.”

“And you want that for yourself?”

“Slow down.” I laugh, shoving his arm. “It’s not like that. Maybe just a little more substance would be good for now.”

“Fair enough. So you want to know what you’re supposed to do now that you’ve fucked?”

“We didn’t fuck,” I blurt out. I’m feeling weirdly protective of this guy. “We messed around, and I plan to see him again. Should I text him to just check in, or is that weird?”

“Fuck if I know. Let’s ask Salem.”

He pulls out his phone and sends a text, and mere seconds later, Salem shows up.

“You rang, lover?”

Indy’s eyes heat as he wraps an arm around his boyfriend’s waist. “We have a dating question.”

“Sure. What’s up?”

“What’s the right etiquette after a hookup with someone you plan to see again?” I ask.

Salem’s face lights up. “Oh my god. Are you smitten?”

“It’s not like that. I just need to know if it would be good or creepy for me to send a follow-up text.”

“Depends what you’re gonna say,” Salem replies in his usual sassy tone. “If it’s ‘hey, I had fun’ then good. If it’s ‘hey, I’m watching you’ then creepy.”

Indy snorts a laugh.

Shaking my head, I chuckle too. “I was thinking ‘how ya feeling, look forward to seeing you again,’ kind of thing.”

“Then good. Any normal person would appreciate it. If he’s a clinger though, he might perceive it as more than it is. You won’t really know until you do it.”

“I don’t think he’s a clinger. He’s mature.” I grin. “And sweet.”

“Hmm. Smitten.” Salem shimmies his shoulders. “I’m calling it now.”

“Please don’t make bets on my love life.”

“Turnabout is fair play,” Salem deadpans as Indy chuckles.

“Alright, alright. Thanks for the tip.”

“You betcha. Super cute that neither of you know how to be anything but a heartbreaker.”

“I’m learning,” Indy says, nuzzling Salem’s cheek.

“And doing quite well.”

“Gag. Get a room.” I roll my eyes.

Indy laughs, dragging Salem down the hall.

I pull my phone out of my pocket, stare at the screen for a second, then decide to keep it simple.

Me: Hey. How ya feeling?

It takes about a minute for the typing dots to pop up, so I lean on the bar, chewing ice cubes while I wait. Ridley is helping one of our newer servers enter orders on the computer system while Bane delivers a basket of wings to a table. Jerryn is on the patio talking to a group who insisted on sitting out there even though it’s way too cold for it in my opinion.

Stewart: Is it over the top to tell you that I feel amazing? If so, deal with it.

He ends the text with a smiling emoji.

Me: Not over the top. The answer I was hoping for. Just wanted to check in.

Stewart: Very considerate. Thank you. Are you back at work?

Me: Yep. It’s not nearly as interesting now though.

Stewart: Is that flirting?

I chuckle as I type out my reply.

Me: Yeah. Did it suck?

Stewart: No. I’m not used to being flirted with so I had to check.

Me: You probably have students falling all over you but you don’t notice.

Stewart: Doubtful, but I would never.

Me: I can tell. It’s probably against the rules too. It was when I went there.

Stewart: You went to school here?

Me: I did. I’ll tell you my origin story sometime.

Stewart: Tomorrow? Or is that too soon? I have no idea.

He’s so cute. Adorably clueless, but honest too.

Me: Tomorrow works. I’ll be here but text me when you want me to come over and I can slip out.

Stewart: Only if you promise to finger me again.

His reply startles me, and as my cock twitches from the memory of his tight, hot hole, I nod, even though he can’t see me.

Me: Count on it, gorgeous.

He sends back a smiling emoji.

Me: Ever had your ass eaten?

Stewart: Oh god.

Me: Yes or no?

Stewart: Obviously no. Do you like it?

Me: Love it. Giving and receiving. We’re gonna have a lot of fun together.

He doesn’t reply for a moment, but when he does, it’s a picture of him lying in his underwear with an obvious bulge. Nice!

Me: Same condition. Have a good night, huh?

Stewart: If I can even sleep now.

Me: You need your rest for what I’m gonna do to you tomorrow.

Stewart: Sweet talker.

Me: You deserve it.

There’s a delay in response again, and the dots appear and disappear several times before his text comes through.

Stewart: Thank you.

I’m sure he wanted to say more, but this feels appropriate. At least I have something to look forward to tomorrow. There’s a lot of ways I can bend and twist that sweet man, drawing pretty moans and soft pleas from his lips. If his ass is as sweet as his kiss, I might be in trouble. But that’s a problem for future me. Present me needs to check in and help around the bar.