Page 55 of Wingmen

It was a long time before Dustin replied,Yes

Under the comforter, he pulsed in his sweats. A thousand questions came into his head: What do you think? Do you like it? Why are you looking at it? What else are you doing? What are you wearing? Could you take that off and send me a picture of what’s underneath?

Instead, he sent,yeah you got me. I knew it was borderline. Should probably take it down

The three dots came up and bubbled, then went away. Nothing came for a long time, and then, Bennet sent:But then how would I look at it?

Virgen Santa.Elliot blushed, his stomach leaping, and couldn’t believe what he was doing as he sent,I guess I could send you your own copy

Dustin sent back the shocked face. Then,in all seriousness I think it’s probably fine. If the league wanted you to take it down they would’ve made you do it already. Maybe you’regetting away with it because you’re such a talented little shit

Elliot’s stomach leapt again, and he blushed even harder. Bennet telling him he was good at stuff was like the alternate reality had made him king of everything. He wanted Dustin to call him a talented little shit all the time. It made him…weirdly hard?

Then Bennet sent,anyway I can’t say shit, I have one too, and a picture came through.

Elliot’s insides went through a familiar upheaval. It was the one in the locker room, with Dustin sweaty and shirtless, holding the Stanley Cup.

My thirst trap, Dustin sent below it, and the blushing emoji hiding behind its hands.

Elliot smiled.I’ve seen it

Oh yeah?A long moment with nothing. Then:What do you think?

He caught a breath. The answer to that was:I think it’s my favorite picture. It did something pretty weird to me when I was fifteen?

But there was no way he could tell Dustin that. No way he could tell him theprofoundeffect that picture had had on his life. Instead he just sent:

I like it.

Three dots came up, then disappeared, and then nothing happened for a long time.Finally, Dustin sent,Do you want another one?

Holy shit. More than anything. He sent,Yes.

Another picture came through. A selfie, taken from above, of Dustin shirtless in bed, with his slight squint and dark hair mussed against the pillow and a crooked smile. It was blurry and the light was dim.

Holyshit. That was Bennet’s actual bed. With actual Bennetin it, at this actual moment. Elliot tried to play off the effect this had on his insides by sending back,It’s blurry,and the angry face.

Hahaha hold on,Bennet replied.

Another came. Dustin must have turned on a light – Elliot could see the line of every rib and ab, and the steep ridges of his hips disappearing into the covers. He badly wanted to crawl on top of him and disappear under there too. The thought made him so aroused he slipped his hand under his own covers and gripped himself through his sweats.

He sent,the covers are in the way, and two angry faces this time.

LOL alright alright

The next one that came through made Elliot drop the phone. Bennet had pushed the covers all the way off and was stretched out completely naked with his balls in his hand and his dick sticking straight up. Elliot had never seen him naked. He began to stroke himself through the sweatpants. He stared at the picture for so long without sending anything that eventually, Bennet sent,

Too much?

No. He fumbled his hand out from under the covers so he could type.More please

Bennet sent the purple devil face, then,One sec, and then the longest minute of Elliot’s life went by with nothing, and then three came through at once and he thought his head might literally explode.

Bennet stretched out with his hand around his cock. Bennet with his hips coming off the bed as he stroked himself. And then just Bennet’s cock, enormous, filling the whole frame, with his thumb smearing a bead of moisture out of the slit.

Elliot had his hand inside the sweats now, wrapped around himself, and lay back in his stack of pillows as he swipedthrough the photos, stroking faster. He typed,You’re hot, and then felt stupid and deleted it.

Another picture came through, and he moaned and stroked harder. Dustin kneeling over the phone looking straight down into it with his dick in his hand.