6. Isaiah #3
He rummaged in his drawers, selecting a different set, one Flash had sent him that he hadn’t worn yet.
It was soft silver lace. Delicate, just like he felt right now.
He shrugged a jumper on over it and a pair of shorts.
He wasn’t going to trash his whole persona just because Ollie and his stupid friends had shaken him.
With a few steadying breaths, he launched the stream, leaning back on his bed with a smile playing on his lips that he didn’t really feel.
After the show, Isaiah felt wrung out. It had been a good one—slower, sweeter—but he’d still given everyone what they paid for, and his tips and the orgasm he’d just come down from had both been top tier.
He pulled his weighted blanket over his exhausted body, grounding himself.
No matter how much he loved this, no matter what it gave him, the comedown still left him feeling hollow sometimes.
His inbox pinged, reminding him of the message he still hadn’t replied to. It was probably Flash, chasing an answer. He opened it with a heavy sigh.
It was Flash, but it wasn’t what he expected. It wasn’t impatient, or horny. It was… Fuck. Why did some random person on the internet see what nobody around him seemed to?
Flash23
Are you okay?
Just you seem a bit shaken. Not just today, but the past few weeks, even.
Qu1ck he wouldn’t put catfishing past him.
The thought was almost enough to make him bottle it and cancel.
He looked around the room at the thoughtful gifts Flash had sent over the past month, and he knew in his heart that it couldn’t be Matt.
Hell, it couldn’t even be Ollie; he’d never spent this kind of money on Isaiah, not even when they’d been together, not even in the early days when he’d still been pretending to be the perfect boyfriend.
He’d be cautious, though. He always was.
He set a time with Flash then closed the app.
He had practice in the morning, and he wanted to be in top form for the Hatfield 10k next month.
He may not have been looking to make running his job, but he didn’t want to be an embarrassment to the uncle and cousin who had done so much for him, and frankly, his team needed all the help they could get with Jacob and Malek both gone this year.
Just before he snuggled in for the night, he compulsively checked his emails, weirdly hopeful there’d be a reply from Green. He wasn’t disappointed.
To: Isaiah.Owens@
From: c_green_run@
Subject: re: re: re: Re: Re: ban reduction
Isaiah,
Respectfully, fuck you.
Chris Green, BSc (DNF), 2:09 Marathon, Olympian (DQ), not actually your client.