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“It’s not a hard question, Col,” Evan said, lightly teasing. “I’ll go first—I’m wearing nothing.”
Colin’s swallow was audible. “Nothing?”
“Not a stitch,” Evan confirmed cheerfully. “See how easy that was? Now you go.”
“I’m wearing pajama bottoms,” Colin said, his voice tight now with what Evan hoped was arousal.
“No t-shirt?”
“No.” There was a slight pause, then Colin cleared his throat. “I just got out of the shower when you called.”
“Hmmm.” Evan let himself linger for a moment on the image of a wet, naked Colin answering the phone. “Stripes or solids?”
“What?”
“The pajama bottoms.” Evan picked up the phone and laid it on his chest. He wanted, in some small way, to feel Colin’s words. “You only have two kinds. So stripes, or solids?”
Colin’s half-laugh was baffled. “Am I that predictable?”
“No,” Evan said. “I’ve just known you for fifteen years.”
“Stripes,” Colin said, his voice catching on the word. It was faint—Evan almost missed it—but it was there. “Black on gray.”
“I don’t suppose you’d take a selfie and send it to me?”
“No, I don’t suppose I would.”
Evan took it philosophically. “I guess I’ll just have to use my imagination. Wouldn’t be the first time.”
“You’ve done that?” Colin asked, and now there was more than a catch. “Thought of me while you…”
“Jerked off?” Evan said bluntly. “Yeah, I have.”
There was a moment of silence, then softly, “Me, too.”
The words were faint, almost inaudible, but they hit Evan with the force of a freight train moving at full speed. “Christ, I want you. More than before, because I know how good it’s going to be.”
“Come over,” Colin said, the need in his voice vibrating on the line. “Come over, Evan.”
It was tempting. Oh, it was tempting. But… “I can’t,” Evan said. “If I come over neither one of us is going to get any sleep, and we both have work tomorrow.”
Colin let out an exasperated oath. “Since when are you so responsible?”
“Surprises me, too.” Desire had tightened his belly, his groin. It would’ve been a simple thing to indulge it. And while he had nothing against phone sex, or a fast and frantic mating during stolen hours, neither of those things was what he wanted.
He wanted—needed—more.
“Tell me why,” Colin said, and the plea in his voice nearly unraveled Evan’s resolve.
“Because,” he managed, his voice coming out hoarse and shaky. “I want more. Don’t you?”
“I want everything,” Colin said.
“I want to give it to you,” Evan promised, pouring everything he felt, all the want and the need that had built up over the last fifteen years into the words. “I’ll give you everything, Colin, I swear. Friday night.”
“Is this an anticipation thing?” Colin demanded. “Because I gotta tell you, anticipation is highly overrated.”
“Partly,” Evan admitted. “But mostly, I just don’t want to be rushed.”
