Ollie: Are you free this evening?
For a moment, I thought he was going to surprise me, before I pushed my silly hopes aside.
Intense as it was, it was a holiday fling, nothing else.
Bo: Just got off the ice
Bo: so yes
Ollie: Can I call you? Later?
Ollie: I need to hear your voice.
Bo: I’ll be home in about two hours. My fridge is empty.
Ollie: My big boy’s got to eat
He sent a cheeky winking emoji. Could I…?
Bo: You know I love to eat
Ollie: *don’t think about the beard*
Ollie: Okay, not working.
Ollie: Mean, Bo
Ollie: Now I’m hard in my office
Fuck.
I flung the phone back into my locker and wrestled out of my gear. When I was only wearing my compression shorts, I unlocked it, aimed it so that my lower abs, my dick, and half of my thighs were visible.
Deciding not to wait for his answer, I stripped the sweat-drenched shorts and grabbed a fresh towel. Showering with a hard-on wasn’t something I needed right now. Or ever. They were nice looking, but just not…him.
When I came back, I dried off, and put on a fresh pair of boxers—there was nothing worse than putting on worn underwear after a shower. Then I allowed myself to check my phone.
Ollie: You are SO not helping, darling
Ollie: But dear Lord, your body is a work of art
Ollie: You’ve probably done about a thousand pushups today
In another life, I might have had a chance of stopping the grin from spreading on my face like a wildfire in dead brush. Ollie? He made me grin like the lovesick fool I was.
Bo: nine hundred ninety nine
I shot him a grinning emoji.
Ollie: But who’s counting
Ollie: So… Do I get to see the rest of you later?
Bo: You want nudes?
Bo: Just say the word
Bo: you can have anything you want