Rollin' Rollin'
Bob had not planned for them to end up in the park that night, with Mat standing precariously on a swing with a look of disconnected glee painted over his mussed features. He made a mental note that Mat and X was not a good combination, at least not when it involved him speaking rapidly in German before hoping down steps in two and fours before jetting out into New York.
“Maaat, the party is not here. I was so close, so close to getting laid, man.” Bob frowned when Mat didn’t answer, staring at him with no lack of annoyance. “I’m never giving you X again….Mat? Helloooooo. Ah fuck it….screw around on the swing all you want. I am going back to the party. The par-tee….”
Scoffing Bob turned, groaning at his luck of having to babysit the foreign guy when he could be in the middle of hot, steamy sex with the best red-head he’d ever seen. “Man, she was soooo close to giving me head. God. “
“Hey, hey Bob…Bob, Bob The Builder…” Bob turned when he heard the shuffle of steps coming up behind him, “Bobbobbobbob…I need more. Come oooooon, I know you have some. Please?”
“No, You are waaaaaay out of it, man. You…You need to go home.”
“Nooo, I more. Come on. Oh, Actually, you call Nat, and then give her some.” Because then she would give it to Mat. Bob could see where that was going, particularly from the way Mat waggled his brow and smiled.
“If I call Nat, you…you have to promise me you’ll stay here and wait on her. Because, me? I’m going to get my damn cock sucked.”
Mat rolled his eyes, patting his hands on Bob’s chest and turning away. “Nevermind, I’ll go find her myself. Ja,” he started off, rambling in German even as Bob opened his phone and called Nat.
“Nat?” He asked as the phone clicked open, “Hey, Natalia. It is Bob….Are you at work?….Yeah, Mat’s uh. I think you might need to come get Mat. I can’t even understand him.” He was, Bob nodded, singing in German now as he looked up at the sky aimlessly.
“Maaat, the party is not here. I was so close, so close to getting laid, man.” Bob frowned when Mat didn’t answer, staring at him with no lack of annoyance. “I’m never giving you X again….Mat? Helloooooo. Ah fuck it….screw around on the swing all you want. I am going back to the party. The par-tee….”
Scoffing Bob turned, groaning at his luck of having to babysit the foreign guy when he could be in the middle of hot, steamy sex with the best red-head he’d ever seen. “Man, she was soooo close to giving me head. God. “
“Hey, hey Bob…Bob, Bob The Builder…” Bob turned when he heard the shuffle of steps coming up behind him, “Bobbobbobbob…I need more. Come oooooon, I know you have some. Please?”
“No, You are waaaaaay out of it, man. You…You need to go home.”
“Nooo, I more. Come on. Oh, Actually, you call Nat, and then give her some.” Because then she would give it to Mat. Bob could see where that was going, particularly from the way Mat waggled his brow and smiled.
“If I call Nat, you…you have to promise me you’ll stay here and wait on her. Because, me? I’m going to get my damn cock sucked.”
Mat rolled his eyes, patting his hands on Bob’s chest and turning away. “Nevermind, I’ll go find her myself. Ja,” he started off, rambling in German even as Bob opened his phone and called Nat.
“Nat?” He asked as the phone clicked open, “Hey, Natalia. It is Bob….Are you at work?….Yeah, Mat’s uh. I think you might need to come get Mat. I can’t even understand him.” He was, Bob nodded, singing in German now as he looked up at the sky aimlessly.