I’m sure he saidhome.
“Nothing,” Ryker blurts. “Friday night?”
“Okay,” I whisper. “Friday . . .”
“Freddie . . .”
“Yeah?”
“You know we’re sorry, right?”
I nod. “I know.”
“We love you.”
“I love you too.”
I end the call.
I need a moment to myself, and I know they won’t break the connection first. My best friends want me, and even though I’m scared and this is all new, I think I want them too.
18
Ryker
I resist the urge to whistle my happiness. It still shows on my face, though. No one is this enthusiastic about being on call at night. The coffee machine is going, and the TV is on as we wait to spring into action.
This isn’t my usual night shift, which means I’m not with my normal group. Darren sits closest to me, staring blank-faced at the TV. Martin is in the corner with his earbuds in and his leg propped up on his thigh. His foot twitches along to whatever he’s listening to. Then there’s Amy, sitting a meter away from the TV,literallyon the edge of her seat.
All the seats in here have hard backs to keep us from getting too comfortable.
Our comfort had been a priority once. There used to be bunks in a pitch-black room and we were encouraged to sleep while it was quiet, but our station was one of the first to rip them out and demand we’re wide awake and alert all night long.
Most night shifts I miss being able to crash in the bunks, but not tonight. I’m far too wired for sleep. I spent the day shopping for Freddie’s culinary favourites and sweet treats.
When Liam got home from work and saw the fridge, he sent me a picture of it stocked to the maximum and a text which read:
Is it the end of the world?
I responded.
No, it’s the start of it x
He called me a sappy bastard, but I felt the affection through his words.
Last night had been amazing. Sure, I’d have preferred if Freddie was at ours, but if he needs distance to adjust, then we’ll allow it . . . for one more night anyway. It’s one thing getting aroused by physical touch, and another to be turned on by visual stimulation.
Freddie liked the look of our cocks. He liked watching them be stroked, and joined in, coming after me and before Liam, in a twin sandwich.
I shift in my seat, thinking of Freddie in a sandwich, Liam underneath and me on top, and we’re whispering, rubbing, moaning, and Freddie is lost in ecstasy.
Christ, this is inappropriate.
I pinch my thigh harder than intended. “Ow!”
Darren’s head whips towards me. His brow furrows. “What is it?”
“Think something just bit me.”
