How was the play? Did the twins have fun?
Once again, my jaw almost hit the table. Ben had never shown an interest in my family,evenbefore we met. Dad used to come home from work moaningthathis boss of ten years never asked how his kids were, notevenwhen both the twins were in hospital having their tonsils removed.
Me:
The play was good,evenwith the mean queen causing chaos.
Ben:
Um…Okay?
I snorted, earning a curious look from my dad.
Me:
It’s a long story. How was your day?
Ben:
It started better yesterday.
Grinning at the memory of him on his knees sucking my cock, I tapped my reply.
Me:
Mine too.
Ben:
I’ll leave you to enjoy the rest of your evening.
Disappointment coursed through me.Thatwas it? But what was I hoping for? It wasn’t as if wejusthung out. A thought occurred to me. Why couldn’t we hang out? Weseemedto get on well when we weren’t fucking, there was no reason we couldn’t hang out as friends. Biting the bullet, I typed my response, telling myselfthatthe worst he could say was no.
Me:
You up to much this evening?
Ben:
The usual. Dinner and staring at the same four walls.
Well, didn’t that sound depressing?
Me:
Want some company? I could bring some beers, and we can hang out. There’s a football game onthatwe can watch...
Ben:
I don’t have a TV.
My brows almost disappeared into my hairline. How had I never realized he didn’t have a TV? More to the point,whydidn’t he have one? My phone buzzed with another message.
Ben:
But yeah, beer sounds good.
Relief merged with a pang of excitement as I replied.
