“Good night, Dad!”
“Good night, baby,” I call out as Calloway goes to his own room which is thankfully, the furthest room from my streaming room. The walls in here are also soundproof meaning I can be as loud as I want without worrying about waking him up.
I pull up Discord and click on Rodney’s name before hitting call. It only rings a few times before he’s picking up.
“Hi, Gayle,” he says and I can so clearly hear his smile. “That was a really fun stream today.”
“Thank you, Rodney. I won’t lie, it’s kinda distracting to see you in chat. I want to give you all my attention but then I end up losing,” I say with a giggle, covering my face with my hands. When I realize I’m doing that, my hands clench tight and fall back into my lap.
I’m still coming to terms with Rodney liking me. He says he likes my laugh. He says I’m pretty. It wasn’t that long ago, things like that would make me feel weirdly dysphoric but Rodney gets it. He understands what it means to feel like your skin doesn’t sitquite right. He would never say or do anything that made me feel those things.
I like him.
Gods, I like himso muchalready.
“I like having your attention,” Rodney says softly. Then he starts chuckling. “I was going to ask you something streaming related but now I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
“You can’t just say that without any context. Now I’m curious.”
“I was going to ask if you’ve ever considered a hand cam but in all honesty, Gayle, I don’t think I’d survive that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just watching you play always makes me hard as diamonds but if I could see yourhands? Gods, I’d be one of those creeps jerking off to your stream and then I’d never be able to look you in the eyes.”
I’m not sure what the hell comes out of my mouth but it’s something between a gasp and a snort. I cover my face with my hands, groaning.
“Rodney!”
“Too much?”
“Wait, wait, wait,” I say, suddenly needing to know. “Are you just teasing me or are you actually hard from watching me play?”
“You really wanna know the answer to that?”
“I do.”
“Then yeah, you turn me on when you’re playing,” Rodney says slowly. “You’re just sogood. I didn’t evenknowI had a competency kink but holy shit. Plus, your fuckingvoice, Gayle. Gods, just the thought of you praising me makes me wanna come in my boxers.”
I lick my lips, my heart suddenly going a million miles an hour inside my chest. Obviously, I’ve heard Rodney say thirsty things about me. It’s how we met. This time, it feels different. My stomach swoops and my cock throbs with excitement.
I open my mouth but all that comes out is a choked, “fuck.”
Rodney chuckles softly, the noise doing nothing to deter my wayward thoughts. “It doesn’t help that Sundays are my T shot day so Mondays, I’m more dick than brain.”
My lips split into a grin, my stomach swooping with affection. “I wouldn’t know about that. I was only on T for like a year before I had to stop.” Then I quickly add, “it kinda reminds me of when I’m in rut.”
I can hear Rodney hum from the other side of the call. “What are you like during your rut?”
“Territorial. Antsy. Bitey.”
Rodney groans and the noise goes straight to my cock. I cross one leg over the other, squeezing my thighs together. “Do you normally spend it with a partner?”
“Not anymore,” I say, surprising myself by laughing. “When I was mated, Bruce and I would spend it together, like good mated couples should. It wasn’t anything special.”
There’s a pause before Rodney admits. “Would youwantto spend it with someone? Next time it comes?”
My mouth runs dry as I imagine spending my rut with Rodney. Maybe he would make a nest for the two of us, made with our scents. Maybe he would let me cover him in my scent. Maybe he’d let me mark him with bites and hickeys. Fuck. My cock, which was only kind of interested suddenly jumps on board with my thoughts.
