From the other end, I hear him let out a high-pitched whimper that makes my cock twitch in my pants and any trace of an argument leave my brain. “Are you still—”
“Mhm,” he responds, followed by that sound again. “Are you hard?”
I close my eyes. “Mike.”
“Are you?”
I don’t answer, and that’s an answer in itself.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he says, knowing exactly how this ends.
However he wants it to.
“How it’s gonna feel when your cock is finally inside of me,” he exhales. “Touch yourself for me.”
My hand presses against the front of my jeans without my permission. And I think I might hate him right now. “I can’t. I’m in my brother’s bathroom.”
“I don’t care where you are. Touch yourself.”
“Jesus.” At his command, I unbuckle my belt, telling myself I’m not actually going to do this even as I shove my pants down. “You’re insane.”
He moans, louder than before. “I have two fingers in my ass right now.Fuck. I wish they were yours.”
“You’re—” I give up on saying anything, biting down hard on the inside of my cheek when I wrap my hand around myself. “God.”
“There you go, baby. That’s it.”
“Don’t.” I keep the phone trapped between my ear and my shoulder, so I can brace myself against the counter. “Don’t do that voice.”
He ignores me, instructing me as if I didn’t say a word. “Stroke it slow. I know you want to rush through this.Don’t.”
I hate him. But I do exactly what he says, moving slow enough to keep me on the edge, but not enough to bring me over it until he wants me to. “I am. Going slow.”
“Good boy,” he murmurs, and I don’t know if he’s fucking with me, but I still moan, completely helpless. I can hear him breathing harder on his end, and I can imagine what he’s doing, thanks to the video he sent. Lying in my bed, fingering himself while he calls methat.
“You have no idea how hard it’s been. Waiting for you. It’s only been two days, and I’m going crazy—” He cuts himself off with a groan, and I’m already close, already dripping over my fist onto the counter.
“Mike—”
“I’ve thought about it so many times. Made myself come like this three times already.”
There’s another sound from his end, a helpless noise that I feel in my cock. “Alex, Ineedyou.” He’s starting to get more desperate, the control from before slipping away. “Tell me what you think of my video. Watch it right now.”
I nod even though he can’t see me, bringing my phone down and going to our text thread, too close to care about anything but seeing the video again. I press play, and it’s only about thirty seconds. He’s on top of my blue sheets, a single finger, wet with lube, sliding in and out of himself, doing nothing more than teasing his hole.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Fuck,” I groan, the phone back up to my ear as I stroke my cock faster than before, torn between talking to him and looking back at the video. “You’re so pretty, so tight, don’t know how I’m gonna fit inside you,” I ramble through heavy breaths.
“You will, baby, you will,” he says, over and over again, before he makes a sound and I have to cover my mouth to keep quiet because I’m right there with him.
After I clean up the mess I made on mybrother’sbathroom floor, I pick my phone back up. “Mike? You there?”
“Mhm. Still here.” He sounds like that took everything out of him, and it makes it impossible to be mad at him right now. I wish I were there to hold him.
“You’re evil.”
He laughs in response.
