Blaze:MadeittoDallas.
German:I’m glad to hear it.
Blaze:FaceTime later?
German: I’m in.
Blaze:Damn, I fucking miss you. Tell me you’re touching yourself right now.
German:LOL! Considering I’m at the grocery store, that’d be a little awkward.
Blaze:Not to mention a little illegal.
German:That too.
Blaze:Switch to FaceTime. Let me shop with you. You feel too far away today.
German:You got it. If you have time, then I can touch myself for your amusement when I’m done here.
Blaze:I always have time for us.
German:Us? I like that.
German: It feels so weird to have stayed this long without Marc or Valon here.
Blaze:You could always join the tour too.
German:Nah. I don’t want to cramp your style. Plus, I’m still on call. If Steel needs me, I have to be ready to roll.
Blaze:Would you be more comfortable staying at my place?
German:I’m not sure that wouldn’t be worse.
Blaze:What if I was there?
German:Don’t fuck with me like that.
Blaze:I’d very much love to fuck with you. I should be home about ten. If you want to head on over, I’ll unlock the door and shut down the alarm for you from my phone.
German:Are you being serious? You’re really coming home?
Blaze:It’s only for two weeks, but yeah. I was waiting to surprise you, but I’m too excited to keep a secret.
German:Holy shit. Hell yeah. I’ll head that way now.
Blaze: I can’t wait to see you.
German:Same.
Two weeks together. Almost all of that time would be spent alone. German couldn’t wait. He paced the floor. German watched the garage. He couldn’t stop checking to see if Blaze had magically arrived. German desperately hoped Blaze didn’t have some sort of security app that let him watch German prowl around the house like a trapped animal. No doubt he looked as desperate as he was. It had been weeks since he had last seen Blaze. It had been the longest separation of his life. He hadn’t known he would be so sickeningly lost without Blaze. Maybe it was because they had just decided to be a real couple, only for Blaze to immediately return to his tour. His heart needed more.
When he heard the garage door open, German was out the door, jogging down the stairs into the garage. Diesel stepped out. He smiled at German and winked before moving to thetrunk. German didn’t slow or offer to help get the bags. He already stood outside the car door before Blaze climbed out of the passenger seat. He looked even more exhausted than the last time German had seen him.
“Hey, babe. You look happy to see me. I like that.”
German chuckled. “Give me my kiss.”
Blaze’s smile was worth whatever Diesel thought about the situation. German assumed Diesel had to know.
