Page 15 of Roleplay at Randy's
Before the guys can catch on, I snap one more picture: a selfie of me with my tongue poking out between my teeth and playfully tugging on the strap of my current outfit.
Sure, I’m shirtless and the entire expanse of my chest down to my navel can be seen, but I’m absolutelynotflirting. It’s not like I can help what the boss puts me in.
Me
I hope Cal lets you relax. Just a few more hours, and I’ll be home to relieve you.
That sounded much too domestic, but I choose not to think too hard about it.
My phone pings with a message just before I’m about to shut it back in the locker.
Matty
Fuck me. You are one sexy motherfucker, Elias Lee. And don’t mention ‘relieving’ me again, or I’ll hold you to it.
My eyes widen, but I don’t have time to respond. Instead, I have to go back out there and pretend my brain isn’t playing a constant loop of what Matty’s breathy voice might sound likerelievinghimself.
The air hasa harsh bite to it tonight, and that might have to do with me getting out later than usual.
There was a party of girls who all wanted lap dances right as I was gearing to get dressed, and that kind of cash is hard to turn down.
Matty was understanding, though, and it may have earned me a picture of him lounging on the couch while he watched Calum run and play.
Me
I’m sorry he’s keeping you up. You look tired.
Matty
It’s alright. Maybe your voice could help me shake the sleep off?
I don’t type up a reply, just hit the button to call and find a wide grin growing on my face when it barely goes one whole ring before Matty answers.
“I have so many questions about the words that come out of this kid’s mouth.”
His voice is bright and cheery, holding a note of excitement I’d never expect out of anyone at three in the morning, let alone one with a rambunctious child running amuck.
“Years worth of vocal stims. He has what's called delayed echolalia. Words, phrases, lyrics. He picks them up and turns them into his own mesh.”
Matty chuckles, and the sound sears itself into my brain.
“You sound ridiculously sexy when you go all Dad mode.”
“Oh, andI’mthe flirt?”
Matty clicks his tongue, but I can still hear his smile. “You make it too easy.”
“Matty.”
He inhales sharply, breathing out with a half-laugh half-sigh.
“How was work?” The change of focus is welcome, because I'm on the verge of telling him just how sexy I findhisvoice when he breaks out in a yawn.
“I’d say not quite as eventful as your evening. Made good tips.”
Matty hums and then groans, fabric rustling down the line.
“All I can see is that picture you sent me, jerk.”
