Page 95 of The Tryout

I sit up in bed at this.

“Avery, you’d be an awesome agent.”

He’s blushing, but a smile is growing on his face.

“You think so?”

I can’t believe he has any doubt. In fact, I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner.

“I mean, you basically did act as my agent. If it weren’t for you, I’d still be stuck on a dead-end contract with totally incompetent representation.”

As I lay back down in the bed, his smile grows bigger.

“Honestly, that was when I realized how much I might like it. That it would be this combination of all these things I really love, and that I could help people in the process. I mean, it’s kind of always been the backup plan, but I’ve never really let myself dwell on it, you know? Like if I thought about it too hard, I’d be jinxing myself or something.”

I think about how often my superstitions have dictated my own actions lately, everything from how much I packed for training camp to my unwillingness to call Avery, worried he’ll think of me as a needy kid trying to get his attention.

“You know, I really miss that expensive fucking couch.”

He chuckles, his nose and eyes crinkling with pure delight in a way I don’t often get to see.

“It was on sale!”

I roll my eyes, not sure that I believe him.

“It’s not as comfortable without you, though.”

“No?”

“No. Especially now that my dick has been conditioned into thinking couch time is orgasm time.”

That gets me laughing, because I’m pretty sure my body thinks the same thing. Looking at Avery wrapped in the blanket, guard down, I decide to push my luck.

“You know, maybe you should take care of that, then. I’d hate for you to be unconditioned when I get home.”

His eyebrows climb a little in surprise, but if anything, the joy on his face increases.

“You think you could…help me out?”

In for a penny, in for a pound.

I take a deep breath and roll to my back.

“You might have to coach me. I’ve never done this before.”

As much as it’s a statement of truth, I know I’m not just saying it for that reason. I’m saying it because I know he’ll delight in the thought, in being able to show me just how good phone sex can be.

I give him a wide-eyed, innocent look. Sure enough, his face turns serious, determined. He too flips to his back. If I’m not mistaken, the shaking of the camera and rustle of cloth indicate that he’s pushing down his sweatpants. I do the same, my cock beginning to strain the front of my boxer briefs.

“Should I…I don’t know, frame the shot better?”

How the fuck does phone sex even work? I mean, this isn’t just a phone call, it’s a video call. Does that change things? I’m suddenly regretting my bold suggestion.

The side of Avery’s mouth tips up.

“That’s kind of an advanced technique. Besides, I don’t think I’d be able to handle that tonight. I’m so hard for you right now.”

I bite my lower lip, gently tracing my right hand over the front of my underwear.