Page 19 of Hitched at Randy’s (Diner Days)
Nineteen
Cam
“ H ow did it go? Was it terrible?” I ask as I pick up the call.
“Hello to you too, Cam. It went fine,” Evan tells me with a chuckle. “We talked for a while, and I gave her the key. I told her about how we were drunk when we got married. I’m not sure if she believed me, but I don’t really care.”
“What do you mean?”
“Things between me and Vi weren’t great to begin with. I think both of us knew it, but we still got engaged thinking that would fix it. In the end, it was the right thing for both of us that she got the part and called off the wedding. She’s happy doing her own thing, and it lets us both off the hook. When she found out about us getting married, it was a convenient excuse for her to break up with me and call the whole thing off for good. She was a little hurt, but I think part of her was relieved to have a reason to break up with me.”
Listening to Evan ramble on, I’m not sure if he’s trying to reassure me or himself. “That’s good, I guess,” I tell him. I don’t really know what else to say. Sure, I’m glad he didn’t get back together with his ex, but my mind is distracted by the envelope still sitting on my dining room table. The wedding certificate finally showed up, and I can’t even bring myself to open it. I know that we agreed to hold off on the divorce now that his family found out, but all of this still feels temporary.
“I can’t wait to see you again. Did you get everything sorted out with Mom about the reception?”
“Yeah, we’re all set. It should be a few days after you get back. I convinced her to just do something small at her house, but she’s insisting on a cake.” The whole thing still feels over the top to me, but I guess if it makes her happy, it’s worth it. Tanya’s been like a second mom to me and even if our scam marriage isn’t real, there’s no harm in celebrating it for her sake.
“Sounds good. At least I’ll get a day or two to recover from the drive.” A noise like rustling sheets comes over the phone, and I bite my lip, thinking of Evan alone in a hotel bed. Sleeping alone the past night has me wishing he were in my bed next to me.
“I should probably let you get some sleep. Can’t have you falling asleep at the wheel tomorrow,” I tell him.
Evan hums, but he doesn’t hang up just yet. “Hey, Cam, I was thinking. I can’t wait to see you again. Maybe when I get back you can show me that toy of yours and fuck me?”
“Seriously?” I ask. When Evan first found my strap on, I didn’t think much of it, but I didn’t think he’d be interested either. “I’d like that.” But now he’s getting me worked up.
“I’m looking forward to it, but like you said, it’s getting late. I’ll call you tomorrow?”
“Sure. I’ve got my gaming group, but I should be home by the time you call.” We say our goodbyes and hang up. Lying in my bed in nothing but my underwear, it’s harder to ignore the way my body is throbbing. It’s a combination of missing Evan and the thought he’s put in my head of fucking him. So far, Evan has been leading our sexual encounters and I’m not sure exactly how it’ll all work out, but I’m willing to give it a try. My hand drifts down, pushing the waistband of my underwear out of the way to get to my T-dick. I hold it between my thumb and first finger, giving it a light stroke. I’m already hard at the idea. My T-dick pulses along with my movements as I imagine thrusting into Evan’s body. My T-dick might not be big enough for penetrative sex, but with the strap and the vibrating bullet stimulating my T-dick, it’s enough to feel similar.
In any case, it’s enough for me. Though now I’m eagerly awaiting Evan’s homecoming for a whole different reason. My body tightens as my orgasm hits, and for a moment I let myself forget there’s an end date on all of this and just enjoy it for what it is.
“No Evan today?” Aria asks as I take a seat at the table.
“No, he’s getting his things from his old apartment,” I answer. He’s sent me a few text messages throughout the day letting me know when he stops for gas.
Zach thumbs through his papers scattered in front of him, making notes as he sips his soda. I wave in his direction as the server stops by to see if we need anything. I’m not hungry, but I order a cola. As we get set up, Zach announces the start of the game in his DM voice.
It’s harder to throw myself into the game than usual. I’ve been coming to these meetings long before Evan joined us, but I find myself turning to share a joke and he isn’t there. My chest pangs, and I bite my lip. I think it’s time to admit something. I have feelings for my husband. It’s not just when I’m alone at night that I miss him. I want him next to me playing DnD with my friends.
“You okay?” Neil asks, bumping me with his shoulder.
I look around the table, stealing a fry off Aria’s plate to delay my answer. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired. It’s been a long week.” I brush off my standoffish attitude, hoping they’ll buy it.
“Probably just missing your hubby, right?” Aria asks. “Still in the honeymoon phase?” She winks, and Neil laughs, but Zach hits her in the shoulder.
“Something like that,” I admit. “It’s fine, though. I’m good to play.”
I push myself to follow the game and have fun, but I still can’t really get into it the same way as usual. By the time we call it quits, I’m more than ready to call it a night. I know I still have time before Evan’s call, but I rush home to wait by my phone. My stomach rumbles, and I’m not sure if it’s butterflies or the fact that I haven’t eaten anything since lunch. I glance at the time on my phone, telling myself I won’t miss anything if I take a quick shower, but still I bring the phone in the bathroom. Just in case.
Standing under the warm water, I rush through the steps of cleaning myself. I finish the shower in record time and grab my phone to check if I missed a call as I dry off. There’s nothing new. I wrap my towel around my waist, and my eyes catch on my reflection in the mirror. It doesn’t bother me like it used to, but it’s still hard to see myself as attractive. With the towel, I look almost like any other guy, aside from the scars on my chest. On impulse, I switch my phone over to camera mode and aim it at the mirror, taking a picture. Before I can chicken out, I send the picture to Evan, along with a quick message.
Evan
Thinking of you.
A new message pops up almost immediately.
Evan
Damn. If I wasn’t already missing you, I sure am now.
Are you done driving for the day?
In answer to my message, my phone rings. “Hey, I’m actually at a gas station,” Evan says in way of greeting. “Just refueling and grabbing some snacks. I’m gonna keep driving for a couple of hours before I hit a hotel. We can talk for a bit now. I don’t want to keep you up if you’re planning on calling it a night soon.”
“I was hoping you were already in bed. Would’ve made this a more interesting conversation,” I tease. “I guess we can talk now, though. Met up with my DnD group today. They send their hellos.” I dry off, walking to my bedroom and putting the phone on speaker so I can get dressed.
“That’s nice, I’ll have to go next time. It was fun.” I hear the sound of a door closing and the engine starting.
“Are you driving?” I ask.
“Yeah, I’ve got you on my bluetooth,” Evan answers.
“I don’t want to distract you. It’s probably best if we talk another time. I’ll let you get back to driving.”
“Alright. Well, goodnight, Cam.”
“Goodnight, Evan.” I hit the end call button. “I love you,” I say to the empty room. I’m not sure when I realized it, but I mean it. I love my husband.