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Chad was one more crappy date away from deleting Grindr altogether.
Look, dating apps sucked. Chad knew that as well as the next person. But he made his preferences clear in his bio. It wasn’t his fault that the other guys in the app couldn’t read. He was lounging on his sofa after a long day at work. The SDN building had recently opened back up after massive reconstruction, and Chad was back on the Zteam. Now recognised as a genuine hero to LA and beyond.
This had led to a surge of matches on his Grindr profile. Everybody wanted a piece of the Flame hero. At first it was fun. Chad was never one to avoid the attention. But after the last guy completely ignored everything written in his bio, he was ready to call it quits.
He was mindlessly scrolling through the matches, more since that morning after he helped rescue a bus full of children off a highway crash, getting more and more annoyed by the messages. So many dick pics. It was truly amazing how many he’d gotten since he became a hero.
His thumb froze mid-swipe when the profile picture caught his eye. At first, it didn’t register what he was seeing. “No fucking way...” he muttered sitting upright on the sofa when his brain finally clicked into place.
It was Robert. Robert fucking Robertson. The Dispatcher at the SDN. Freaking Mecha-Man.
On Grindr.
This couldn’t be happening. This had to be a catfish or something. The photo was of Robert at his desk at the SDN in his work uniform, Beef on his lap with a coffee in hand. Looking at the camera with a relaxed smile. Chad tried to reason with himself that someone else was using Robert’s photos. Then he swiped to the next photo attached and his brain bluescreened.
It was Robert, this time shirtless. The multitude of scars and burns on his upper body was clear as day. Photo taken from an angle below, his back arched in a way that made his mouth go very dry.
“Fuck me...” he whispered to no one. There was another picture after that. One Chad actually hesitated to look at. With a nervous gulp, he swiped to the next picture. His jaw hit the floor. It was a bathroom selfie with Robert wearing just a towel. Hair wet and skin damp from the shower behind him. The towel hung low on his hips. Showing off just a hint of a happy trail from his navel to below the towel.
Chad felt lightheaded. Which wasn’t surprising since he was now achingly hard in his trousers. Chad unbuckled his belt before he could think any further on the matter. His erection sprang free from the confines of his underwear. Chad focused intently on the pictures while his free hand stroked his cock with growing speed. Robert’s body was marred with scars and burns, but it didn’t detract from his appeal. If anything, it made the man even sexier. Chad wondered if any of them were caused by him. If the burn on his hip was because of him. The very thought made Chad hazy with need. His fist going even faster on his weeping cock.
He swiped onto the original picture. The one of Robert in the office. That smile. That goddam smile was what sent Chad over the edge. He came with a choked sound. Not quite a cry but a guttural sound as his abs constricted. Come coating his chest and fist while he kept staring at the photo till the aftershocks wore off.
That’s when a wave of absolute dread washed over him. Not only had he found his boss on Grindr of all places, but he’d also jacked off to his profile like some horny teenager. Now in a state of panic, Chad reached out to the one person he could trust with this knowledge.
