So many men. So much leather. So many piercings.
Roper
fine? that’s it? FINE? Come on, man. Do better.
Ryder
WHAT? Everyone was nice. Sweet. Polite.
Now he was just being a dick.
Roper
Sweet my kinky gay ass. Give it up, bro
Ryder
OMG SO MANY GUYS & LEATHER & O.O
That was the best he had.
Roper
LOLOL Fuck, I’m DYING. I’m so fucking jealous. Can I come visit so you can take meeeee? PLEASE
Ryder
I’ll ask Charles. We’re upstate for a few, but we’ll go back to NYC.
He’d love that, and so would Roper.
Roper
I’m gonna hold you to that. So. Next question. Are you happy?
Ryder
Yeah.
He so was, and he was having a ball learning all about Charles. He’d already learned a ton, but it just seemed to get deeper every day.
Roper
Good. Watch me on TV tonight. Gotta run
Ryder
Promise. Love you. Bye
He chuckled and put his phone away.
“Roper, hm?” Charles asked softly. “Only makes you laugh like that.”
“Yeah, he wants to head down to the city with us. He wants to go to that club with us and see.” He offered Mister Charlie a grin. “We’re almost there.”
“Mm. Good. I’m ready for a warm fire, some tea, and my slippers. Sorry I dozed off; you know me and these long drives.”
“I do. I know more about you every day.” Every single day, and he loved it.