Page 10 of Reunion

Dane:Look familiar?

The thin nylon implements resembled the cane I’d used on him—with no small amount of satisfaction, I might add—back at the shop.

Dane:It’s a travel set.

The bubbles in the open message appeared and disappeared before reappearing again as I waited, riveted to my screen and unable to deny how invested my cock was in his response.

But I had to laugh at what finally came through.

Cole:Do you travel a lot?

Dane:Not as much as I used to.

Cole:I didn’t get a bag.

Dane:Feeling left out?

Cole:A little, yeah.

Cole:I take that back. Ignore me. I’m drunk.

Cole:I probably wouldn’t know how to use a lot of that stuff anyway.

I grinned and dropped onto the end of the bed, then peeled off my socks, nudging the canes aside. The quiet rattle of them sent a distant tingle through my balls, and I had to resist the strong urge to reply that I imagined he knew how to use a dildo. And that I’d very much like to watch him do so.

Dane:Go to bed then. Take an Advil and drink a glass of water before. Tomorrow will be long.

Cole:Aye aye captain. I don’t remember you being so bossy.

Dane:Assertive.

Dane:And I was.

But not enough. I’d chickened out the one time it had mattered most.

“There’s no way that just happened. This game is fucking buggy as hell. Let’s start over.” Cole’s eyes flashed with indignation.

He got so into these stupid video games. That I also loved playing with him because it meant we sat squished side by side on his tiny basement love seat for hours. Sometimes he sat on the floor, back against the lower cushion, and it was all I could do not to touch his hair. I wanted to sink my fingers into it, fist it, tilt his head back and seal my mouth to his.

“Dane?”

“I’m gay,” I blurted, my palms immediately springing leaks and growing as damp as my forehead. I tossed the controller aside. “I told my parents last night, so now I’m telling you.” Thatsowasn’t how I meant for all of that to come out. Shit.

Cole’s eyes went wide for a second, and then I could tell he was trying to school his expression. His shoulders stiffened, and he worried his lower lip like he wasn’t sure what to say. “Oh, okay. Cool. I guess that’s good to know. Yeah.” He fell silent for a couple of beats, then his brows furrowed. “Are you…gonna tell other people, too? Like, at school?”

My heart sank to my toes.

Cole:Night then.

Cole:It’s nice to see you again, too.

Cole:U said that earlier and I didn’t say it back. But it was.

I tossed my phone aside on the duvet, removed my shirt, and sprawled back on the bed, idly stroking a hand up and down my chest and letting it drift ever lower until it met the hard ridge of my cock through my pants. Pining for Cole Green, round two, appeared to be in full effect.

Flicking open my fly, I ran the pad of my thumb over the tip of my cock and sighed, bringing the wetness to my lips before letting my hand drop away. The canes rattled again as I shifted. I turned my head, studying them a moment, then lurched upright and reached for the shirt I’d just removed as an idea formed.

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