“Uh. Play with your balls?”
“Oh, yeah.” Rusty put his other hand into play, spreading his thighs wider as he cupped his balls and pulled down gently, rolling them. “Uh. Yeah. Balls and dick. Love that.”
“You look good. Hot.”
“I’m getting wet now too.” He gathered more precum and slicked it down his shaft.
“Wow.” Cross’s soft exclamation might’ve been funny, if Rusty hadn’t been winding himself up hard.
Rusty could get himself off in five minutes, easy. Probably three with Cross’s intent dark gaze on him, even from the stupid little phone screen. But he didn’t want this to end so quickly. He slowed his pumping hand, let go of his ball sac. “Hey, do you touch your nipples when you jerk off? Are they sensitive?”
“I don’t know.”
Rusty was starting to get the feeling Cross was a bit repressed about sex. Well, Rusty might be young and notreallyexperienced, but he could probably fix that. “Mine are. Real sensitive. You want me to show you?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Tell me what to do. Tell me to pinch them and roll them around.”
Cross took a deep enough breath for Rusty to hear it. “Pinch your nipples. Show me.”
“Fuck, yeah.” Rusty took up a lazy stroke on his dick as he slid his other hand toward his chest. He took his time, trailing his fingers over the ridges of his six-pack. Well, four-pack but he was working on it. He was the fittest he’d ever been in his life. He hoped Cross appreciated that. His nipples were already tight peaks from the foreplay, so he ran the palm of his hand over one and shuddered. Then he pinched and tugged, watching Cross on the screen. He let a gasp escape his lips, then a hum of pleasure.
“That’s good.” Cross’s voice came almost too soft to hear. “You like that, right? Jerking off for me to watch?”
“Love it.” Despite his intentions, Rusty had somehow picked up the pace with his left hand, his dick hard and aching under his touch, threads of precum smoothing the way. “Ahh. Yeah. God, that’s good.”
“Are you going to come?”
“Do you want me to?” Rusty kept his gaze fixed on Cross.
“Yes. Do it.” Cross leaned toward his phone until just his face filled the screen. “Show me.”
“Fuck. Fuck that’s hot.” Rusty pinched his nipple sharply and stroked himself, tighter, faster, friction almost too hard to stand but somehow perfect. Cross was watching, as if he could reach through the screen and replace Rusty’s hand with his own. Yeah. As if he was the one touching, jerking, tight fingers on Rusty’s eager, swollen dick, mouth close enough to kiss—
“Come for me,” Cross whispered.
His words arrowed into Rusty like a jolt of electricity. Rusty tugged his nipple, closed his hand, and shouted as heat boiled through his groin and out, his climax hitting in splashes of cum across his chest and down over his fingers. He groaned and shook with the force of his body trying to turn itself inside out in blinding pleasure.
“Wow,” Cross said again.
That little sound hit Rusty somewhere between joy and laughter. He giggled and gasped and shuddered, and opened his hand, sticky and sated, sliding into the bliss of having come his brains out at Cross’s command. His eyes drifted half-closed.
Cross cleared his throat. “Do you always, um, come that much?”
Rusty blinked and looked down at his thickly spattered chest. “Yeah. I guess. It was better with you though. Hotter. Jesus, that felt good.”
“Really? Because you just jerked off. I didn’t do anything.”
“You were here with me. Your voice, the things you said. Yeah, it was awesome.” Rusty raised his hand to his mouth and licked one sticky finger, sliding his tongue around it as sensually as he could. He wasn’t likely to get his dick up again for at least half an hour, but as far as he could tell, Cross hadn’t gotten off yet. Sure,Rusty had been pretty far gone those last couple of minutes, but he’d remember Cross’s O-face if he’d seen it and the guy was fully dressed. Anyhow, he’d put on the best show he could, but still nothing that could make a guy come hands-free. “What do you want to do now?”
“There’s more?”
“I meant for you.”
“Oh, no, I’m fine. That was… something else.”
“All right.” Rusty wasn’t going to push Cross into anything he wasn’t comfortable with. “I promise, it’ll be even better when we’re in the same room, but for now I can put a checkmark next to video sex, yes, please.” He smiled and leaned back on the pillows.
