“Seeing you today… brought all that stuff from the past rushing back,” he tells me. “I thought I’d shoved it down, but it turns out maybe it wasn’t… buried deep enough.”
Fuck… don’t sayburied deepto me right now…
“What the fuck are you so afraid of, Sunshine?” My voice comes out breathy from the feel of my hand sliding up and down on my increasingly rigid erection.
Some more rustling happens before he whispers, “You.”
“Me?” I huff a laugh, and I can see him cracking a smile in my head.
“You’ve always scared me, Trouble.”
“Great… So I scare you, and because of that, you’re going to keep chasing guys away from me forever…”
He hums into the phone, and my balls areaching. “You shouldn’t be with any of those guys…”
I chomp onto my lip, squirming while I jerk my dick harder. “It’s just sex, Hardy.”
“You shouldn’t have sex with them, Tate…”
“Why not?”
“Because…”
“Becausewhy?”
He makes a little whining noise that has precum pulsing onto my abs. “Because I… Becausewe…”
“Fuck me, just say it, you delicious tease,” I grunt, feverishly humping up into my hand.
“Tate… are you…” Lance’s voice cuts out into a salacious whisper, “Are you touching yourself??”
A breathy chuckle leaves my lips, and I lick them. “Why… does thatscareyou?”
“Um…” he stammers. I squeeze my cock tight in my fist.
“Thanks to you, I’m not getting laid,” I grunt. “I gotta get my rocks off, Hardy…”
“Tate…” he whimpers, like I’m physically hurting him. I love it a little too much. “Come on.”
“Come onwhat?” I let a little moan slip through my words. “Come on my abs? Come on your… cock?” He whines again, and my back arches. “Come on the bed while you stuff me full like we all know you want to…”
“Mmmff,” he grunts, voice becoming a bit uneven.
“Areyoutouching yourself now, Sunshine?” The second the words leave my lips, I know they’re true.
Lance groans quietly in my ear, a sound meant only for me as he takes a few generous seconds to work up to the sweet treat of a gasped, “Yes.”
My eyes roll back in my skull. I have no idea why this is the hottest thing ever, but it just is. It’s crazy how much simplytalkingto him makes me feel like a kid again; a wide-eyed nineteen-year-old, coming into his sexuality, with a friend whose every subtle movement turned into an aching fantasy.
The thing is, I never would have acted on my intense sexual attraction to Lance back then. Before that night, I was totally cool just having him as a friend, one who I happened to findbeyondfuckhot. Buthecame tome, confused and sexually-charged, needing something he could apparently only get from me. Or maybe something he onlywantedfrom me.
It was like a dream come true. But it fizzled out way too fast.
And now I’ve been reacquainted with all the things I felt that night, and I’m desperate to chase the high; grab onto it and suck the life out of it until we’re both sweaty, and sated full.
“Tell me…” I purr, quickly putting him on speaker so I can use both my hands. “Tell me what you’re doing for me.”
“Ffuck…Tate…” The way he says my name is downright pleading and it’s driving me wild. “This is…”
