Page 110 of Wingmen

Elliot waved it off. “I got a flight tomorrow. I can sleep on the plane.” He gazed at Dustin for a long time, looking sleepy and smiling, and Dustin felt like he wanted to climb into the phone to get to him. “Miss you,” said Elliot.

“Miss you too.”

“Yeah?” His eyes narrowed and Dustin felt a shift come down the line like a current under still water. “What do you miss?”

His mouth curved. “Oh,thisis why you don’t wanna go to sleep.”

“I need to wind down from the game! I’m a very valuable player, Papi, I need special treatment. Plus, it’s been like, two weeks.”

“You haven’t done anythingin twoweeks?!”

“No, obviously – I’ve…done it, but you know.Wehaven’t.”

“Mmm…” Dustin’s cock stirred under the sheets. “You like it better when I do it?”

Elliot was blushing and his voice went husky. “Yes. Claro.”

Dustin’s hand was already moving – he gripped himself through the sheet. “Tell me how you like it.”

“Ay come on, you know I can’t.”

“Sure you can. You do it so good when you stop being shy.”

Elliot scowled, looking cross and adorable. Because as much as he hated being forced to talk, helovedbeing told how good he was. “You first. Then maybe.”

“Okay.” Dustin began to rub himself over the sheet. “What do I miss?” He ran his eyes over what he could see of Elliot’s chest. “Miss your hands.”

“Mm.” Elliot smiled. “What else?”

“Miss the way you touch me.”

A sassy look. “That’s the same thing. Doesn’t count. What else?”

“Miss your…mouth on my neck. Miss the way you say my name.”

Elliot hummed a sigh. His eyes closed and Dustin saw his hand slide out of the frame. His voice dropped to a murmur. “Keep going.”

Dustin pushed the sheet down and took himself bare in his hand. “Miss your lips. Miss your…” –his mouth quirked– “Grand Canyon.”

Elliot laughed and opened his eyes. He looked like he didn’t know whether to be amused, scandalized, or aroused. So hot. Dustin lifted an eyebrow, stroking.

“Too much?”

With his mouth half open and his hand slowly working, Elliot shook his head. They stroked themselves like that for a few minutes, then he whispered, “What else?”

Dustin let his voice drop. “Your noises. Your…epicfinishes. Wanna watch you desecrate another rental car.” Elliot laughed and looked embarrassed. “Miss your cooking, honestly. It’s not the same when I do it.”

Elliot smiled. “What have you been cooking?”

“Ah…soup? Stir fry. Some chicken thing I found online?”

“Wow. Ambitious.”

“Uh huh.” He kept stroking and held Elliot’s gaze. “Stop trying to distract me.”

“I’m not! I think it’s cute you finally learned how to take care of yourself, Viejo.”

“Uh huh.” Dustin watched him. “Alright. Your turn.” Elliot shook his head. “Come on… Tell me what you would do if you were here.”