Page 19 of Date With Skates

Me: I’m trying to get on the bus.

Trouble: And?

Me: You’re living up to your name.

I stand by the bench to wait for the bus. I see its lights coming down the road in the distance. There’s no one else here yet; I’m sure most people caught the bus an hour ago when the game first ended.

Trouble: You wouldn’t expect anything less from me.

Trouble: Does your bed smell like my cum?

Me: You’re making me hard and I’m in public!!!!

Trouble: Sounds like a YOU problem.

Me: Brat

Trouble: Talk dirtier to me

I shake my head, sucking in a deep breath as the bus pulls up in front of me. With all the layers I have on, I doubt anyone is going to notice that my dick is hard, but it’s awkward as hell walking around with it. Not to mention, now all I’m thinking about is fucking Étienne again.

Me: If my roommate wasn’t in my room, I’d invite you over.

The bus idles, waiting to see if anyone else wants to come on. We wait a minute, and when no one else shows up, the doors close and we take off.

My eyes stay on my phone as I wait for Étienne to answer me. Finally, he does.

Trouble: I can be very quiet…

If Roman caught me with someone, he wouldn’t care. I could tell him that I had someone in the room, and it wouldn’t be a big deal. But one, I don’t want to disturb him. Two, I don’t know how he’d feel about me fucking his crush’s cousin.

Me: I think the only time you’re capable of being quiet is when there’s something in your mouth.

Trouble: Like your fat cock?

I choke on nothing, which turns into a cough. The bus driver looks at me in the rear-view mirror, making sure I’m okay. I raise my hand and smile, giving him a thumbs up so he knows I’m good.

Trouble: Because if that’s what you’re thinking, I’m down.

Trouble: Invite me over.

I probably shouldn’t invite him over again. I’m a one and done kind of guy. I don’t like to get involved. But he’s as carefree as I am. He doesn’t seem like the type that’s going to get attached. He just wants to have fun. I like that because that’s what I want too. Besides, we’re only here for a short time, and then we go back home to different countries. What could go wrong?

Me: Meet me at my building. I’ll be there in ten minutes.

Trouble: *Heart eyes emoji*

Trouble: *eggplant emoji*

“So much trouble,” I mutter as I pocket my phone.

Chapter Ten

Étienne

I always get my way.

Usually.