Chapter 8 #2
At the bar, I positioned myself so I could hopefully see when Skyler left. Spencer ordered a beer, and I ordered water.
“You don’t want a beer?” Spence asked.
“No. I’ll drive us home; you can have the beer.”
Spencer and I talked about our evening and how perfect we thought Skyler was.
“I don’t want to get my hopes up, because we don’t know if he’s interested in something long term.” Spencer carried on about the whole situation. He went back and forth from giving me pros and cons for pursuing Skyler for a more permanent role.
“Spence, we’ve talked so much about this in the past. We both want this for us.”
“But I don’t want either of us to get hurt.”
“We won’t.”
By the time Spencer had finished his beer, I realized that I’d been paying more attention to him than I had been watching for Skyler. I had no idea if he was still here or if he’d left.
“Ready?” I asked Spencer.
“I’m ready; let’s go.”
I glanced around, hoping to see Skyler one more time before we left, and I knew Spence would have loved to see him too. Since we hadn’t spotted him again by the time we reached the coat check, I figured we wouldn’t see him until the next time we arranged playtime with him.
“It was so hot watching you feed your cock to him,” I said under my breath as we waited for our coats.
A short laugh escaped Spence as he smiled and looked at me. “His mouth was wonderful. That tongue of his drove me crazy, and the way he looked up at me kind of melted me,” Spencer admitted. I already knew that, though.
“You made his lips puffy,” I teased as we were handed our coats.
“Oh well. Next time you’ll have to make his lips puffy.”
With our coats on and zipped up, we pulled the hoods up over our heads to protect us from the pouring rain. We jogged to Spencer’s SUV and quickly got in.
“What a shitty night,” I murmured as I pushed the engine’s start button and woke the Porsche up from its slumber.
“The weather blows, for sure, but if we hadn’t gone out tonight, we might not have had the chance to play with Skyler.”
“You’re absolutely right. It was worth the trek out in the weather.”
I reversed out of the parking spot, and when I crept forward through the parking lot, a blue puffer coat caught my eye.
I stopped the SUV and blinked a few times so my eyes could adjust to the bright lights of cars on the main road as rain pounded the windshield.
Standing alone at the bus stop, surrounded by plexiglass, was someone wearing a blue puffer coat.
“Is that Skyler?” I asked.
“Where?” he quickly asked and looked around the parking lot. “Where?” he asked again. The desperation to see Skyler again was in his voice.
“Right there at the bus stop.” I pointed in the direction of where the headlights were shining.
“Fuck. Go out on the main road and drive by slowly.” As I navigated through the parking lot and onto the road, flickering lightning lit up the sky.
“He shouldn’t be under the awning,” I mumbled.
“He shouldn’t be there, period.”
I kept the SUV in the emergency lane as we moved closer to the metal-covered bus stop.
“Yeah, that’s him,” Spencer said.
“Offer him a ride.” I voiced it even though Spencer was already rolling the window down.
“Skyler!” Spencer called out, and Skyler looked up from his phone.
“Hey!” Skyler pulled his hood over his beanie and walked toward the SUV while pocketing his phone. I glanced in the rearview mirror and the side mirror for oncoming traffic as Spencer spoke.
“Can we give you a lift?” Spencer asked.
We never offered to give anyone we played with in Edge rides.
It wasn’t wise to do so because they didn’t know us, and we didn’t know them.
Trusting someone to play in Edge was one thing, but anything outside of the club was another story.
However, something with Skyler really clicked with us, and without needing to discuss it, Spencer and I felt it would be okay.
“I’m going kind of far. I’d hate for you guys to have to drive out of your way to take me home.”
“You don’t have to work tonight?” Spencer asked. During our time together after our play, Skyler had mentioned he needed to work tonight. But maybe he only said that to try to get out of having to take part in the aftercare portion that we required.
Nothing on Skyler’s face indicated he’d been caught in a fib. Without missing a beat, he said, “I was going to try to work, but the weather is so bad.”
I glanced in the rearview mirror once again before leaning close to the steering wheel to look at his face. “We won’t pressure you to come with us, but we wanted to offer you a ride,” I said.
“My place is about twenty minutes from here. If you guys don’t mind—”
“We wouldn’t have offered if we minded,” Spencer told him. He gestured to the back seat as I unlocked the doors.
Skyler smiled and nodded before going to the rear door. I turned the blinker on, preparing to merge onto the main road again while Skyler got in and buckled his seat belt.
“Thanks for the ride.”
“No, problem. It’s terrible out,” Spencer said.
“Where are we heading?” I asked Skyler as I pressed the screen on the dash for the GPS.
As Skyler gave us the address, I entered it into the system, and the map outlined our route.
Very quickly, I realized Skyler didn’t live in a good area of Denver.
I was sure Spencer could see the area on the screen that we were headed to, and that he was thinking the same thing.
I pulled onto the street and followed the on-screen prompts to Skyler’s.
I wanted to move on from the silence in the car.
“What line of work are you in?” I asked. I thought that was general enough of a question without coming across as being nosey or risking making him uncomfortable.
“Customer relations. What about you guys?”
Customer relations. Maybe he worked retail or something in the service industry, and customer relations was a fancy way of describing it. I can’t find any fault in that. After all, Spencer and I candy-coated our jobs all the time.
“We work for Black Diamond Resorts in security,” Spencer said.
“Those are the posh celebrity hangouts in the ski resorts, right?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Nice. My family used to go on vacations all the time to Vail when I was younger,” he offered.
“Did you ski a lot?” Spencer asked.
Skyler laughed a little and then said, “My dad was always too busy doing other stuff when we were there. But my mom took me skiing some. She was more interested in the village and shops, though. So as I got older, I went skiing on my own while they did whatever.”
For the rest of the way to Skyler’s place, we talked about Vail and some of the restaurants there. Skyler said he hadn’t been there for a number of years and didn’t know any of the new places. I turned onto his street where cars lined the curb, and there appeared to be no place for me to park.
“Oh, this is good. I can get out here.”
“Which one is your place?” I asked as I kept glancing from the street to the houses.
It looked like most of the homes were attached and had little difference between the others on the street.
I couldn’t find anything on the buildings that showed the numerical portion of the address.
The street was dimly lit, and none of the dwellings had porch lights from what I could see.
“I’m renting a place a few doors down,” Skyler said.
“Which one? We can drop you off right in front of it,” Spencer said.
“Really, this is good right here.” Skyler unbuckled his seat belt as I slowed the SUV to a stop.
I knew there was only so much we could do to push him to tell us which place was his.
We’d already managed to strong arm him into sitting with us after our session and to let us take him home.
Much more pushing and I was afraid he’d steer clear of us.
And I didn’t want to risk losing him as a play partner, for mine and Spencer’s sake.
“Thanks for playing tonight and for the ride home.”
“We had a great time,” Spencer said.
“Yeah, we’ll be in touch this week,” I said. I caught a glimpse of Skyler pulling his hood up over his beanie as I looked in the rearview mirror to make sure there weren’t any cars coming.
“I will anxiously await your text. Later, guys.” Skyler hopped out of the Porsche and quickly closed the door before dashing between two parked cars and onto the sidewalk.
A car honked its horn behind me, quickly drawing my attention to the road.
“Fuck, alright already. Damn,” I mumbled, and took my foot off the brake to ease forward.
“Impatient fuck,” Spencer murmured.
“Did you see which one he went into?” I asked. I glanced at the GPS on the dash to see that we were now past the ending destination checkered flag.
“I’m not sure. The rain is coming down in sheets. But we at least have his address.”
Our drive home took much longer than it should have due to the rain. Spencer had his cell phone out and had been quiet most of the way.
“What are you looking at?” I finally asked.
“I was doing some searches on the address to see who he’s renting from. It belongs to a property management company.”
Yeah, Spencer was borderline obsessed already.