Texts

[Pocky]

Trick's bedroom door was shut; signs on the other side of it declared visitors were unwelcome and everyone should keep out, that entering was at their own risk and potentially hazardous.

Trick lay on the bed, his shoulders on the wall. He wore a light jumper because the house was cold and a pair of board shorts because they were comfortable. His pillow was shoved at the base of his spine and his left hand cushioned his head while he scrolled through his phone with his right, thumb flicking past Instaphotos as he assessed other people's shots and coveted their comments and likes. With a quick maneuver his phone displayed the photos Harm had taken of himself. Trick had looked at them a number of times since getting up this morning and now, in that time between dinner and bed, he felt like it was time to send a message.

The texts that had been pre-loaded by Harm brought a smile to his face again and he read over them before adding one of his own to the end.

This is Trick's phone.
So I've just received a Trick message?
Awww, c'mon now
I was just thinking of you, actually
Yeah? Good thoughts, I hope
You've looked in a mirror, right?
Yeah...?
Then you KNOW there can't be any bad thoughts of you ;o)
Same goes for you tbh
Remember that time you let me ride you out of the water looking like this? That was fun

He typed: 'Have you tried rearranging the lake with your face lately?' and then deleted it.

He typed: 'You busy?' and then deleted it.

He typed: 'So are you coming to the wedding?' and debated it for a couple of minutes before pressing send. Once the phone made the bloop noise that it was sent, Trick wished he could take it back.

[Existentially Odd]

Harm's heart leapt with excitement when his phone dinged that he'd received a message. He was cautious enough to finish his move and pause the game he was playing before he turned around from his perch on the footstool to fish the phone out of the couch cushions. He'd tossed it there earlier when he'd got sick of (futilely) cyber stalking Ben Samson and scrolling mindlessly through Facebook.

The text might just be his little brother, though he usually called rather than texted. He hoped it was Luke, but was doubtful because he'd been really busy lately. Ben floated through his mind yet again, like the tantalising scent of freshly-brewed coffee - mouth-wateringly good and three times more addictive - but Harm didn't really believe it would be him, not the night after they'd been together. He was fooling himself thinking the vampire would even text him, anyway. It was weird and obsessive and he needed to get over that shit.

When he saw it was Trick, Harm grinned, putting his controller on the footstool and climbing up onto the couch to get comfy. He reclined along it on his back, his head on a cushion against the arm, one leg bent and his knee swinging playfully as he read over Trick's text (pausing to admire the photo of the brunette he'd taken and put in a prior message. Unfortunately, he only had the one, though he'd stalked Trick's Insta feed for a couple of days after they'd met and found quite a few lovely shots there).

It was a good thing it wasn't a video call, since he was naked - most of his furniture had washable covers because he preferred going sans clothes in his apartment - but Trick didn't have to know that. Not right away, anyway.

I wasn't aware you and the buoy had set a date! Congrats, man! When is it? I'd say I'll be there with bells on but... they might try to seat me with the buoy's family and that would get totally awks 

He couldn't quite remember if that had been the joke or not - it'd been almost a week since he'd met the amazing swimmer at the lake, after all - but he hoped Trick would let him get away with it. Or straight up correct him. He'd be good with either, it was just nice to hear from him. Harm's smile at his phone was proof.

[Pocky]

Trick chuckled at the reply but his laughter died when he realised he was stuck for a reply. After a moment's thought he typed;

I’ll have to sneak you in. Bouy's mad jealous of your face plant skills. Or maybe just that you have a face.

[Existentially Odd]

Harm sniggered at Trick's response and shot one back, already mentally composing another message that would get him some answers he wanted about Trick. He had the perfect idea about how to do it, too. The question was when to work it in. Could he create his own opening?

I'd have thought Buoy would be more worried about you towing me out of the lake. Me having hands is way more of an issue than me having a face, considering I already got them on you once  How long until these impending nuptials, you didn't say?

[Pocky]

Trick read the text he received a few times over before replying. He held the phone in both of his hands, two thumbs flying over the keyboard. He had to backspace a couple of times to fix the autocorrect.

It's on this Saturday at the local pool hall. I tried telling Buoy it wasn't that kind of pool but what can you do? Starts around one at Sticks and Stakes.

He'd added 'you going to be there?' initially but deleted it before pressing send.

[Existentially Odd]

Harm gave a satisfied little whoop when the information came, not because it was the cutest way he’d ever been asked out - though he thought it was - but because he’d managed to set up the opening he wanted without really trying! Tingles of excitement spread through him and his heart rate picked up as he worked out how to say what he wanted. After a few false starts, he went with direct.

This Saturday? Oh, that’s too bad! I had plans to go to the carnival grounds from eleven. I received a letter in the mail telling me about a special, invitation-only promotion they’re having this weekend. Did you happen to get an invitation?

He typed another sentence - ‘Because if you did, maybe we could go together?’ - but hastily deleted it and pressed send. How he proceeded all hinged on whether or not Trick knew about the supernatural event. Once he had confirmation either way, Harm would know just how much he was permitted to say. The conversation would likely be hijacked away from the carnival but it would be worth it!

It was a very new thing, to be aware of so many other beings in the city around him. He’d wanted to learn everything Luke knew but that information had always been meted out with excessive cautionary tales that made him feel guilty for even wanting to know. Then he’d met Ben last night and been offered information willingly and easily and he’d developed a taste for it. Now, he wondered about everyone he knew and where their awareness was. Trick was the first in a long line of people he planned to question.

[Pocky]

When the text came in Trick hesitated. He glanced over at the bin where he'd crumpled up the invitation and thrown it but of course it wasn't there now because Gia had fished it out and pestered their dad to take her. She'd worn him down because the event was free. Trick hadn't intended on missing out on his gym day just to shove junk food in his face while hanging out with his dad and sister, but now there was another option.

For Harm to have received an invitation meant at the very least he knew about non-humans. The only think Trick knew about him for sure was that he wasn't a water nymph. He looked back at his phone, checking how long it had been since getting the text. Five minutes. That was a big delay. He typed something instinctively and sent it.

Yes I got one. I can meet you there at the front gate.

[Existentially Odd]

Harm had shifted around restlessly, glancing at his frozen television screen thoughtfully as the time dragged on and there was still no reply from Trick. It reinforced the gravity of his question, despite him rushing to ask it. He was demanding Trick out himself, in a sense. It was a big deal.

His response came just as Harm sat up to start playing his game again, causing his heart to leap into his throat. Harm stared at the words on the screen, reading them over and over until they didn’t cause a giddy reaction in him.

That sounds great. I’m just an ally btw. Are you... more? His heart was fully throttling him now.

[Pocky]

There was a brief delay--nothing of the length he'd forced Harm to wait--before he got a reply. Trick looked up at the ceiling momentarily before staring back at the screen. His pulled his legs up, feet flat on the mattress and he rested his wrists on his knees, phone gripped in right hand. He looked around his bedroom for an answer but only saw posters, a messy desk, clothes on the floor and a curtain rippling in the breeze.

He moved his attention back to the phone.

We'll talk about it Saturday. What are you doing right now?

[Existentially Odd]

Harm was disappointed but had to admit it was wise to delay the discussion. In person was always better (and even then you could never be sure who was listening, according to Luke). Besides, that question intrigued Harm enough to distract him away from pouting. He wondered if Trick was going to ask him if he could call and he’d get to hear his sexy voice in his ear while he tried to get to sleep. His imagination bloomed with wild and sexy possibilities as he answered, flavouring the tone of his text.

Right now I’m laying on my couch naked  I was playing some video games before you texted, trying to make my eyes tired enough to sleep. I know it’s kind of early to be thinking about bed but I have a 7a.m. start tomorrow. What’re YOU doing? 

[Pocky]

Trick grinned at the message and he stuck out his tongue at the word 'naked'. He glanced at the door, firmly shut, and he couldn't hear anything beyond the muffled sound of the TV downstairs. His dad had a habit of falling asleep in front of it but he also didn't invade privacy. Gia would be asleep already.

With his heart picking up speed, he texted back: I'm on my bed. I was looking at those pics you took of yourself on my phone. Got another for me?

Trick lowered his legs and scooched down, getting himself comfier on the bed. While waiting for Harm's message--or a picture--to come through, Trick set the phone down and took his sweater off, tossing it off the side of his bed onto the floor. He picked up his phone and tapped his way to his phone's camera next and held his phone in a few different places to get the best look. The overhead light was too harsh so he shuffled off the bed and flicked off the wall switch. The bedside lamp came on next and he returned to his position on the bed, fluffing the pillow so it was comfiest at his shoulders. He swept a hand through his hair a few times to get it right.

Then Harm's message came in and he went to check it.

[Existentially Odd]

Harm grinned delightedly at Trick's prompt for a picture. He wasn't sure he should get too crazy too quickly (which was unlike him) because Trick had been a perfect gentleman at the lake. Harm felt like he'd spook the guy if he didn't proceed with caution.

He hit the camera button beside his message window and lifted the phone over his head, taking a moment to play with his hair and turn his head slightly before he grinned up at the camera and snapped the shot he was happy with. He didn't fuss about the lighting, happy for the overhead to reveal every detail. The picture showed his whole upper body and cut off just where the vee line muscles from his hips started to converge at his pubic bone. Enough to get Trick thinking without being too much.

Glad you like my pics. I need more of you... especially of you in bed  I'm not there yet. You think I should go get in bed to chat with you? he queried playfully to accompany his photo.

Regardless of Trick's answer, Harm was too distracted for video games now. He wanted to play with Trick instead. He grabbed his controller and saved the game before he shut everything off, getting up and finding his way to his bedroom via the light of his phone. On the way, he collected his favourite vibrator from where he'd left it on his bathroom sink and sat on the edge of the bed to read Trick's response.

[Pocky]

Trick saw there was an image with the message and he tapped the alert. His eyes widened at what Harm had sent him and a grin crept across his face. He'd texted a few compliments and deleted them and his gaze was fixed on the ceiling again for just the right response when Harm saved him with another text.

He had a quick answer but he wanted to send his own photo with it. He pushed his shorts down lower to align with Harm's own shot and extended his left arm, holding the phone in a position where it looked up his body and at him. After some deliberation, he put his right hand behind his head and flexed his muscles for the perfect shot, giving the phone as steamy a look as he could manage. With a grin too wide to be sexy and much closer to cheesy, he typed his response to go with his photo and sent it.

I think you should take me somewhere more private, yeah 

[Existentially Odd]

"Damn, boy," Harm muttered as he gazed at Trick's photo, his body responding with eager twitches. He tapped the pic and zoomed in, admiring the muscular perfection on display no matter where he pinched or swiped.

He rather wished he had the real thing with him, in complete private, though there was something titillating about keeping his hands to himself, too. He'd touched Trick's shoulders and that was it (though he'd admired the brunette's physique openly). It made this feel like... a corruption of innocence or something. Pure, yet about to get blemished in the tastiest of ways. It had his heart skipping and his dick pulsing and nothing had even really happened!

I live alone so everywhere in my apartment is private but I'm in bed now. Wish you were here with me. I would lick every one of those delicious muscles of yours

Harm got up to pull the covers of his bed back, then sat down again. He turned his bedside light on so that it lit him up clearly while he took another picture, sending it with his message; it was focussed on his face, the tips of two of his fingers split by his pink tongue curled in between them as he stared meaningfully into the camera.

[Pocky]

Trick felt the surprise on his face when he learnt Harm lived alone. A solitary apartment in the middle of the city--in Chinatown--without roommates to help with the rent? Trick had managed to save up enough money for a deposit on an apartment but the ongoing rent was going to be a nightmare on his wages. He'd barely have enough to cover rent, food and bills. It was the biggest reason why he still lived at home.

He shifted his focus to the second part of Harm's message. His tongue crept out as he imagined it but he put it back in his mouth quickly. His right hand stole to his shorts, adjusting himself. He shifted on the bed and deliberated before giving another quick glance at his closed door. Trick got out of bed and shucked off his shorts before crawling under the sheets. Then he looked at Harm's picture and his free hand wrapped around his throbbing dick, stroking it lightly with his fingertips and pretending it was Harm's tongue. For extra sensory input he put his fingers in his mouth to wet them and did it again. Throwing the sheet off, he took a candid shot of what he was doing and then inspected it. Without his face in the shot, his dick could belong to anyone - except two of his leather ties were on his wrist.

He sent it anyway, figuring Harm would do something better. He forgot to send a message to go with it and belatedly thumbed a short message after it.

Thinking about you doing it

[Existentially Odd]

Changed my mind. That’s what I wanna lick. And suck, Harm replied as soon as he got Trick’s latest pic. He saw the tanned brunette’s message come in almost at the same time and grinned.

Yeah, he was thinking about doing a hell of a lot more than just licking and sucking Trick and he was more frustrated than he’d anticipated he’d be. What had started out as a delightful tease now felt a hell of a lot like dancing around Luke’s restricted follow-through games. A whole lot of excitement with minimal touching by anyone but himself. He was so tired of that.

Harm thought of his night with Ben, of the ease with which they’d touched, of how amazing it’d been to have hands on him, lips against him, a cock inside him making him feel complete and alive and desired. Not to mention those fucking fangs. He ached for all of it. If Trick was with him now, would it be that easy? He assumed so and he hungered to be touched - by someone else.

Unfortunately, it was just him

Ben said he’d just use you if you called him again
The next night?! I’m not that desperate!
... yeah?
Fuck off

so he’d have to make do. He got his lube out and shifted position on the bed, squeezing clear goo onto his vibrator before recapping and discarding the lube then determinedly pressing the toy into himself. He set it on the lowest speed, closing his eyes as pleasure washed through him. It wasn’t a sexy vampire but it did the job of amping him up.

Harm picked up his phone with his clean hand and worked on getting a shot of his hole. He left the toy on the mattress so the tip was in the shot and Trick would know he’d been pushing it inside himself. The fact that he wasn’t tightly puckered but was slightly gaping and glinting with lube gave that away, though. The shaft of his thick pink dick was in the background but not clear because it wasn’t the focus of the shot. The message he sent with the pic made it clear what was.

Would you stick it in me?

He hoped the delays while he played and posed hadn’t caused Trick to lose interest.

[Pocky]

When the next photo came in, Trick stared at it for a long moment before looking away, then he stared at it again.

"What the fuck, man?" he whispered, then looked away again. He was still holding onto his dick but his hand had stopped moving. What was he supposed to do with that? Harm was obviously comfortable with the whole sexting thing but it was a very new experience for Trick, who'd been more wary of what could be leaked onto the net. He didn't want porn pics of himself on websites that refused to take them down. He didn't even really know this guy.

But he didn't want Harm to not like him, either, and he didn't want to shut it down.

After a long think which involved a bit of absent-minded stroking, Trick replied: Looks to me like you don't need my help.

On the end of his message he looked though the different emojis he could use and settled for an embarrassed one. 

[Existentially Odd]

Harm was puzzled by Trick's text and that sensation soon turned into something sinking and regretful as he read his words again. There was no enthusiasm this time. In fact, 'looks like you don't need my help' felt like Trick was taking a very deliberate step back, though he was being polite about it. That little blushing emoji was like a death knell.

Ahh. Harm had gone too far. How fucking typical - and he'd even been determined to go slowly, too! Well, a fat lot of good intentions did him now. He gnawed on the inside of his lower lip, trying to figure out how to salvage this situation. Suggest Trick just delete that last photo? Double down and send a proper dick pic? Change the subject and ask some rather belated questions about just how experienced this guy was, sexually?

Oh yeah. All those options sounded amazing and sure to resurrect this experience. Not. He decided to go with his fourth instinct; honesty.

Too much? Sorry. You get me excited Is this better? He took a photo of his hand wrapped around the shaft of his dick, focussed mainly on his thumb and the base of it where a few blond pubes curled towards his wrist. It was far more sedate, with no head visible. He sent it with his message, praying for a better outcome. If it didn't happen, he'd have to face the very real prospect of giving up and

calling Ben

going to sleep. His eyes widened at his own sabotaging thoughts.

[Pocky]

The next message took ages and Trick figured he must've offended Harm after all. Or possibly Harm had gone ahead with his toy and decided that the phone thing wasn't going to pay after all. Trick took a snapshot of himself biting his lip, meaning for it to be a 'sorry' kind of thing. It ended up looking like a fetish pic because his cheeks were pink from being turned on and he looked half stoned, like someone was in the middle of doing to him what Harm had shown him. Ah, he wouldn't send that one then.

In the middle of deciding whether to delete it--though it was a good photo and he thought he looked sexy in it--he got a new message with a new photo.

Trick read the text thoughtfully and the accompanying photo, aware of the way Harm had retreated but still kept things going. Trick didn't want the fun to stop so he was pleased Harm had given him something different. He held the phone up above him and looked up but it wasn't enough. Trick knelt up in bed and held the phone above himself again, angling the screen so it wouldn't take a picture of his dick sticking straight out. He opened his mouth and tried different degrees of his tongue sticking out before snapping just the right one. He inspected it and sent it with two smileys.

 

[Existentially Odd]

Harm found Trick's response tantalising and frustrating - considering what he'd deliberately cut out of the pic. Given his new perspective on Trick's sensibilities, Harm could also appreciate that the brunette was highly tactful with his shots, not including anything incriminating when his face was in the frame to identify him. Harm had only done it to tease so maybe Trick was, too, but he was an Insta aficionado that had a much bigger profile to protect than Harm did. He wasn't insulted that Trick didn't trust him, it was smart. They didn't know each other that well (except for that bit where Harm had given Trick a preview into his internals, anyway).

Mmmm, the things I'd like to have that tongue do to me. Why can't you be here right now instead of there? A much tamer picture went with his hasty message this time - a shot of the empty side of his king sized bed (with his bare thigh and maybe the slightest hint of the tip of his dick in the bottom left corner of the frame, it would be hard for Trick to tell unless he zoomed in), covers turned back and his darkened bedroom looming in the background.

[Pocky]

The next message Harm got was a video. Trick filmed himself stroking his dick a few times before running his thumb over the tip.

A few seconds after that video was sent came the fetish photo of Trick biting his lip and looking horny.

There were no accompanying messages for a long moment, and then: That's a big bed. How many people can you fit on that at once? I bet you know.

[Existentially Odd]

Trick's video achieved the desired effect very efficiently, getting Harm extremely hot and bothered. He stroked himself in time with Trick, watching the video three times in quick succession, smearing precum over his own head enthusiastically. He couldn't help imagining they were together and wondering how the fuck he'd even kept his hands to himself when they'd met at the lake.

He was getting restless and hot with need, the photo of Trick's sexy lip biting pushing him closer. The message made him exhale a laugh and blush at the thought he'd had some crazy orgy in his bed. He wasn't sure if he wanted Trick to hold that image of him or not... he quickly decided not. It just wasn't him.

Afraid I dunno how many can fit on this bed. I'm a one at a time kinda guy. Fuck you're beautiful. I wanna do that for you so badly. Your dick is so tasty. Look how close you're getting me. He made a video in return, stroking his shaft at different speeds and moving the camera closer to clearly pick up the sticky sound and vision of the tip of his index finger playing with the precum. He pulled the phone back to finish the video at about forty seconds, pumping his hips into his hand and letting out some sexy noises before he stopped the filming.

After he sent it, he pulled his hand away and closed his eyes, stretching out on his bed and squirming, enjoying the sensation of being so close that a few more strokes would get him there but waiting for Trick's next message to push him over the edge. Maybe this teasing thing wasn't so bad after all. He decided to watch Trick's video again while he waited, writhing instead of putting his hand on himself, impatient for Trick's next move.

[Pocky]

Trick watched a few seconds of Harm's movie and began pumping himself in earnest. His eyes closed halfway, he kept his gaze fixed on the movie, his thumb quickly shifting to one of the photos of Harm's face - one of the first ones that night, of his tongue out. Trick's toes curled and he stifled a few moans before realising he should probably send another movie back. With his arm out and bent at the elbow, Trick made sure he had his torso and dick in shot so that when he pumped, Harm would see it all except for Trick's face. The tattoo on his left forearm was neatly out of the way, its hand was holding the phone. No identifiers as far as he was concerned.

Movie on, Trick spent the next minute getting himself to his peak, grunting and puffing, stifling a moan when he finally came, cum spurting up his body over his chest. Some of it hit his chin but Harm wouldn't see that. Trick was breathing heavily, his torso rising and falling rapidly with each breath before he stopped the movie. He sent it without any message. Harm would have to deal without it. Right now Trick needed to find a tissue, or twenty.

[Existentially Odd]

"Fuck," Harm breathed when he saw Trick's video, finding the whole thing incredibly erotic because he barely knew the guy yet he was seeing him at his most vulnerable and sexy. Man, he had an astonishing body; watching his muscles contract as he came and then breathed heavily afterwards had Harm's mouth watering and his dick dripping with eagerness. He wondered if he'd ever get a chance to lick that guy to his satisfaction (or even if he should want that).

He didn't need to use his toy but he put it in anyway, holding it in using the mattress. It made him cry out harder as he filmed his own peak for Trick, squeezing his dick at the end so that the cum didn't spurt everywhere after the initial burst but rolled over his thumb and down his hand. The camera shook but he filmed it pretty well, the pearly emission glinting prettily in the lamp light. He sighed and stopped filming seconds before he stopped the vibrator, finding it too intense after such a sweet and powerful orgasm.

Little late to be useful now but maybe you can use this next time he sent with his video. It took a while to load and send. He used the time to get up and go and have a hasty warm shower, cleaning himself off before drying negligently and jumping back into bed with his phone. He turned his light out, feeling lethargic and satisfied and probably ready to sleep... unless Trick wanted to keep talking. The darkness of his room around the beacon of his phone made it feel like he and Trick were alone in an oasis of solitude, connected indelibly by what they'd just shared.

[Pocky]

After wiping up and jumping back into bed naked, Trick took the phone with him and switched off the bedside lamp. He knew there was another video waiting for him and he watched it with the sound almost all the way off. It was strange to think that Harm had done this in his own room and that they'd shared this moment together. Trick had a confession to make.

So now I can properly say I've sexted with someone.

He hovered over the send button and then sent it. He was pretty sure Harm wouldn't laugh at him but he'd be okay with being teased about it if he did.

[Existentially Odd]

Hehe yeah, can't say I've ever done it quite like that before, only ever sent some pics or a video here and there.

Nearly all of them were to Luke but Trick didn't need to know that. The fact that he'd resisted sending stuff to randos for so long did beg the question of what he thought he was doing with Trick, though. Did this mean he intended on trying for more than just a casual friendship with the guy? He was desperate to know more about what his supernatural ability might be - 'not vampire because he was in the sun' still left a whole lot of scope for Harm's ignorance to flounder in - but he wasn't sure what there might be beyond that. His superpower for finding emotionally unavailable guys was unlikely to crumple just yet.

He wondered idly what Ben would think if he sent him his final video now, out of the blue. Would he like it? Would it make him want to meet up or would he think it was weird to be sent something like that out of context? The third one, Harm quickly decided, talking himself out of sending Ben anything. Odd, that he was likely to see him again too, on Saturday. Trick and Ben in the same day. Luke too, if Jake wanted to show up, though it was Ben's party. Wouldn't that keep him busy? At least it would just be Trick and him during the day. How was that going to be, now that they'd done this?

Is it going to make Saturday weird? Should we meet up before then?

[Pocky]

Yeah, I’ve sent a couple pics but nothing so flagrant or to and fro like that.

Trick wasn’t sure if he’d used the word flagrant correctly. He hummed at it and sent the text anyway. Another text came in very quickly after, so fast that he didn’t think his first one had been read. It was a doozy, though.

Should they meet up before Saturday? Where and when and do what? Another swim? Taking Dood for a run in the park? At the gym? None of those.

Nah, it won’t be weird. Maybe, I don’t know. We'll find out.

[Existentially Odd]

I'm glad you're certain. It definitely takes the pressure off  Harm sent, chuckling to himself. His next message came very quickly afterward - just enough time to show a shift in his thinking.

What if I want to touch you?

[Pocky]

Trick chuckled at the first message, grin widening at the second.

You can hold my hand 

He pressed send. The television's muffled sounds were cut off and he listened to his father shuffling around downstairs. Trick would be driven to the carnival on Saturday with his dad and sister. He would dawdle in the carpark and make them go through the gate first. He didn't want them to meet Harm because embarrassing.

[Existentially Odd]

Seems very appropriate for a public event... but definitely not all I want to hold on your body How old are you, by the way? I'm 26 in case you were wondering

Harm had been wondering a lot about Trick and he was hungry to know more. Unfortunately, he was getting sleepy and was worried he was going to fall asleep before he got all the answers he wanted.

[Pocky]

I'm 23. I don’t live alone tho.

He didn’t press send right away because he could hear the downstairs toilet flush and then his dad was creeping up the stairs. He waited until his dad's bedroom door was shut before finishing his text.

im stuck in the burbs until I can get some decent money happening. A nurse pays better than retail I bet.

[Existentially Odd]

Yeah, it pays well. I do a lot of shifts and don't have many overheads, just rent, food, utilities. Who do you live with, your family?

Harm asked on a hunch, hoping Trick would volunteer some details. Before he sent the text, he added another bit of information of his own in order to encourage it.

My family lives just out of the city as well. My older brother lives practically around the corner from them and my parents still have my 14 year old brother at home. I go home to visit him every month or so. I wish I could take him on Saturday but... he's not in the know and I have no idea what he'd see.

[Pocky]

Yeah with my dad and little sister. She’s a lot younger than me, too.

Trick licked his lips and found himself not wanting to get into too much family detail. It felt like it was going that way.

Eyes are getting heavy, damsel, and your prince needs his sleep.

He pressed send and belatedly thought of sending an emoji. He scrolled around but didn’t want the heart eyes one so he used the blow kiss one on its own instead. 

[Existentially Odd]

You're the last person that needs more beauty sleep but point taken. I don't wanna regret this when I'm peeling my eyes open to get to work on time in the morning. Shall dream of you and holding your... hand on Saturday Sweet dreams

Harm yawned mightily as he sent the text but he still scrolled back in their conversation before he put his phone away, looking at all the photos and watching Trick's cum video one more time. He enjoyed the extra shot of deliciousness it gave him to send him off to sleep satisfied. When he'd had his fill, he put his phone on to charge and closed his eyes, falling asleep very quickly.

He did, indeed, dream of Trick though it wasn't sexy so much as confusing. Harm was in a white wedding dress marrying Luke while Trick rode the buoy, Ben performed the ceremony in broad daylight and Joe did laps around the pontoon wearing a shark fin on his head. His parents were leaning against each other, crying on the beach while a drone Harm somehow knew was piloted by Luke's boss, Jake, flew overhead. He woke up boggled but laughing.