Page 28 of In Plain Sight

My thumbs hovered over my phone’s keyboard. Did he want a repeat?

I’d been thinking about Sinbin and our call nonstop for the past week, and it was like my libido came out of hibernation and was trying to make up for lost time.

I’d spent years repressing my urges and learning how to ignore my attraction to men, and not just because I was trying to keep my sexuality a secret.

I might be a bossy fucker online or over the phone, but in reality, I was a blundering mess. My confidence didn’t extend to in-person encounters, and the stress of meeting new people and trying to pick up made my sex drive go into hiding like a scared turtle. It was easier to just stick to online stuff and my hand, but our call had awakened something in me.

I couldn’t stop thinking about how responsive he’d been, how trusting. His soft pleasure sounds, the way he started out shy and had found his confidence the longer the call went on. How honest he’d been when he’d told me about his fantasy and howhe seemed to revel in getting me off when the call was supposed to be about him.

He'd given in to the moment—and to me.

I’d gotten off to memories of our call every night when I was in bed and more than once in the shower. I wasn’t a monk, no matter what Ivy said, but jerking off multiple times a day wasn’t normal for me.

I wasn’t about to admit this to him, but I’d logged in to the app every night since our call. Not to look at profiles or to find another person to chat with, but to check if he had messaged me.

I didn’t get notifications for the app because I was hardly ever on here, and I really didn’t want to explain to the guys at work why my phone was chiming every time someone sent me a dick pic, which was often. Even with him having no repeats in his bio, I wanted to make sure I didn’t miss a message if he changed his mind.

But it wasn’t just Sinbin my libido was fixated on.

I’d also spent the last week desperately trying to get over my attraction to Luka. We worked together, and he was straight. He had no idea I was into men, and I intended to keep it that way.

He didn’t need me creeping on him, and he’d probably report me to Nate and Dev if he knew what was going through my head.

But it wasn’t just his looks or his body that distracted me. Luka had been off all week. He could be a bit clumsy, but constantly dropping things and tripping over everything wasn’t normal. He’d also been quieter than usual. His quick smiles and witty comments were still there, but they were muted, and he spent most of his shifts pretending to focus on his work while his mind was obviously somewhere else.

He'd also been late a few times and had come rushing in all flustered and on the defense, like he was waiting for someone to yell at him when it was obvious he was struggling and wasn’t latebecause he was being irresponsible. Something was wrong, but I had no idea what I could do.

We might spend more than forty hours a week in the same shop, but we weren’t really friends. We were friendly, and he was friends with the other guys, so I didn’t feel right prying into his personal life when we barely knew anything about each other.

Which was weird because I’d only talked to Sinbin once before tonight, and I not only told him he could talk to me about his personal problems, but I meant it. I felt comfortable with him, even though we’d never seen each other’s faces and had no idea what the other actually sounded like without the distortion filters.

And his inexperience was hot. I loved that I was the first, and only as far as I knew, person he’d ever done that with. Even his jealousy turned me on, and I really liked how he’d been honest and hadn’t tried to hide it, even if it confused him.

If Sinbin wanted a distraction, then I wanted to be the one distracting him.

MrNiceGuy: do you want me to help you with that?

Sinbin: yes

Sinbin: can we switch to voice?

I smiled. I’d been about to ask him that. I liked that he’d taken the initiative.

Instead of answering, I pressed the call option.

“Hey,” his shy voice came over the line.

“Hi.”

He let out a breathless chuckle. “I have no idea what to do again.”

“Just be yourself and everything will be fine.”

“You say that, but that’s the type of advice that usually gets me in trouble.”

I laughed softly. “I don’t mind trouble.”

His answering laugh was laced with nerves. “That’s good because I’m a mess.”

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