Page 14 of Roleplay at Randy's
“You all had availability. Besides, this place is closer to the university and my apartment.”
Makes sense. I think I remember him saying something about the Masters program at BMU.
“Have you always known you were gay?” The words just slip out, my mind filled to the brim with one Matty Nichols.
He leans back on his hands on the bench, rolling his head to look at me. “Pretty much. I’m open to fooling around with girls; I've done it a couple of times, but my heart is firmly in the men's camp. Why?”
It’s my turn to shrug, tightening my arms around myself. “Just curious.”
Rascal raises a brow and tips his head further back.There’s no denying that Rascal is attractive in all the right ways. He’s slender but with lean muscles that know how to work the pole. Curly, auburn hair touches his shoulders, and bright green, cat-like eyes watch me with blatant amusement.
“Well, if you’re ever curious aboutotherthings, I’m happy to help.” The teasing smile drops into something more serious. “In a friendly sense. That’s not me propositioning you.”
A laugh tickles my throat, and I finally turn around to undress. “I appreciate it. Besides, if I actually explore anything, I’ve got my eyes set on someone already.”
Saying that out loud is oddly freeing, and it makes my chest feel like a bonfire on a summer night.
Turns out, thinking about Matty before walking out to take my clothes off in front of a room full of people means my thoughts go from zero to a hundred really quick.
Would Matty enjoy watching me on my knees, sliding my hands down my chest slow and sensual? Would he grin and whistle as I strip to my jockstrap?
Stripping is fun but stripping for him?
It's a damn good thing my dance belt holds everything in place, because the longer I touch and grind and imagine Matty’s eyes on me the harder my dick gets beneath the material.
Which surprises me because until now, none of my thoughts about Matty have been sexual in nature.
My last hookup was likely well over two years ago, and with the haze of lust falling over me my body feels the drought of intimacy too acutely.
That doesn't stop the guilt rolling in while I wipe the sweat from my body in the back room.
Matty is funny and kind and is helping me out in a pinch.And here I am getting turned on by the prospect of him being into me.
I'm such a shit stain.
I decide to take a moment and check my phone before my next performance, and all of the heat simmers to a comfy kindling at the slew of messages waiting for me.
Most are cute comments about Calum. Some are him questioning my organization.
Then, there's the pictures. Lots of Calum being silly and taking over Matty’s camera. Some with the two of them together.
And then there's a single straggler that makes my heartbeat flutter.
It's Matty sitting on the couch with his hair down, splayed across his shoulders and the cushion. He's missing his jacket, so his arms are bare, and there's the slightest outline of muscle visible by the way he has one thrown over his head. The smile on his face is light and affectionate.
Matty
I'm exhausted, but your kid is a lot of fun.
It’simpossible not to get wrapped up in Matty’s eternal rainbow. He’s not just sunshine; he’s the clear sky after a thunderstorm.
It hits me then that I did my fair share of dating before Cal, but no one has ever come close to making me feel quite like this.
I don’t even know exactlywhatit is I feel, just that itsparks a burst of happiness that rivals the feeling I get when I look at Calum and remember that he’s mine. I get to love him and take care of him; it’s hard most days, but I love him with everything I have.
This isn’t that, but it’ssomething.
I decide to send him a few quick pictures back: a simple shot of my locker, closed with the tape and sharpieVoltlabel on display. Another which is bare aside from my outfits for the night and street clothes.
