Requested by @energiefeminine
I promise I’ll proof this later for errors, but it’s waaaaaaay past my bedtime. I wanted to get this done.
“What are you wearing right now?”
Eric felt his cheeks erupt into flames, and he knew he was blushing straight to his equally red hairline. “You did not just ask me what I’m wearing…”
Aaron huffed a laugh on the other end of the phone before continuing on in a smarmy tone. “I bet I can guess.”
“Oh? You think so?” Eric smirked, a playful challenge in his words.
“I do. I bet you’re in bed in those cute polar bear pj bottoms and one of my t-shirts. Sandy snuggled up next to you, the TV on mute.”
There was a hesitation on Eric’s end of the line before his eyes darted around the corners of the room. “What...did you install cameras in here or something?”
This time a full-bellied laugh erupted from Aaron, and Eric could hear the smug smirk on his partner’s face. “Nope, I just know you that well.” There was a small pause before Aaron spoke again, tender adoration in his voice. “What shirt are you wearing?”
“You seem to be omniscient all of a sudden,” Eric returned with feigned impudence. “Why don’t you tell me?”
“I’d rather take it off of you instead.”
Again, Aaron’s voice dipped into a sultry quality, and Eric blushed again. “Someone’s feeling feisty”
“I’ve been stuck with my parents for two weeks,” Aaron complained. “I miss you, and I’m lonely.”
He’d gone to help his mother out with cooking and taking care of the house after his father had fallen down a set of stairs and broken his leg. “I miss you too, babe.”
“Come on,” Aaron cajoled gently. “Tell me what you’d do with me if I was there.”
Eric sighed softly, but couldn’t help but smile, and unable to resist teasing, “You mean other than make you rub my feet?”
Aaron chuckled softly, but didn’t rise to the bait. Eric sank back against the pillow, nudging Aaron’s dog until the mutt got annoyed enough to jump off the bed and find a less irritating place to sleep. His fingertips rolled the drawstring of his pajama pants idly as he let his mind envision that Aaron was there.
“I’d curl up against you while we watch TV. Let my fingers drag up and down your forearm like you like. Then I’d start to nuzzle your neck, kiss along your jaw until you either kissed me back or I made you kiss me. I’d move into your lap, straddle you and pin your hands back against the headboard and attack that little spot behind your ear that drives you wild.”
Aaron exhaled a soft, sensual puff of air, and Eric could tell the man was imagining the scene...and probably touching himself. The thought was arousing and Eric slid his hand into the elastic waistband of his pj pants, skimming his abdomen before palming himself.
“I’d feel you getting hard...grind against you a little...Make you beg me to suck your cock.”
“Er…” Aaron breathed, lost in pleasure.
Eric’s lip corners turned up into a smirk and he held the phone with his shoulder as he pushed his bottoms down with is other hand. “You like that, baby? You like when I suck your cock?”
“God yes,” Eric could hear Aaron breathing heavily into the receiver. “Your mouth is always so warm...so wet. You take me so deep I feel like I’m gonna cum in the first five seconds. I even love when you accidentally scrape me with your teeth.”
A scoff forced its way out of Eric, and he rolled his eyes automatically. He hated his bottom teeth; the incisors had always been crooked, two of them slanting at a slight angle and crowding out the third so that it was pushed back out of alignment. These were the teeth that usually ended up scraping the underside of Aaron’s cock if he got a little too overzealous, and Eric was always mortified when it happened.
“I do,” Aaron asserted, knowing exactly what the scoff was about.
“You’re the only one who does…”
There was a stunted laugh on the other end of the line before Aaron quipped, “You have other boyfriends I don’t know about?”
“Yes,” Eric deadpanned. “They’re all over here right now. We were in the middle of a massive P&P party when you called.”
“Why am I never invited?”
Eric could hear the smile his lover was wearing in that moment, and smiled in return. “Blame your dad for breaking his leg, you could have been here with a mountain of cocaine and ecstasy and god knows what else.” Neither of them had ever done any hardcore drugs--a little experimenting with pot in college, but nothing illicit. The sheer idea of being involved in that scene was ludicrous in Eric’s mind.
Aaron was chuckling again, an easy, lighthearted rumble that pulled at Eric’s loins. He loved whenever they bantered like this. Sinking down against the pillow, Eric’s hand started to move on himself again.
“So what would you do while I’m sucking you off?”
There was a low, sultry hum as Aaron fell back into the mood. “Watch you take every inch of me, run my fingers through your hair...pull it a little bit. Let you bring me close to the edge, but stop you before I cum.”
Eric licked his lips unconsciously.
“Then I’d make you get on all fours,” Aaron was starting to pant slightly again. “Eat you until we didn’t even need lube--” That never came to fruition, they would always, always use lube no matter how slick either of them were, but it was a sexy thought nonetheless. “Tease you with just the tip before I slowly burying deep inside of you.”
“Yes…” Eric was the breathless one now, his hand stroking as he gobbled up the images being fed to him.
“I love being inside of you, love the way you feel on my cock,” Aaron confessed, a soft moan leaving his lips.
“I love you being inside of me. Love the way you grip my hip with one hand and my shoulder with the other.”
“Fuck...yes,” Aaron swore, puffing out several heavy breaths.
Eric stroked faster, trying to match Aaron’s pace despite the fact that he wasn’t sure how fast Aaron was working himself. However, he’d grown accustomed to the sounds the man made during sex and felt he had a pretty good idea.
“I love it when you pound into me, the sound of our bodies slapping together…”
“Yeah? You like it a little rough?”
Eric blushed softly, “I like it when you smack my ass.”
Aaron moaned in response, several more heavy breaths Eric’s only response.
“How close are you?”
“Very. You?”
Just the idea of Aaron getting off to this conversation ratcheted up Eric’s arousal level, pushing him closer to climax. He knew he’d peak as soon as he heard Aaron cum. “Almost there.”
“I wish you were here with me, riding my cock…”
The image of fucking in Aaron’s parents’ guest room was somewhat enticing. His parents still hadn’t completely accepted he was gay, insistent that this was a phase and he just needed to meet the right girl. It would feel almost like karma to bring Aaron to climax in that house. Some kind of justice or retribution for all the shit they had put Aaron through over the course of his life. Eric would make sure to be loud as hell just out of spite.
“I wish I could feel you cum inside of me.”
“God...fuck...yes, Er,” Aaron spoke through gritted teeth. “I’m so fucking close. I’m gonna cum…”
“Cum for me, Aaron.”
There was a muffled sob that sounded far away and the sound of rustling. Eric could imagine that Aaron had dropped the phone to bite into his hand in order to keep from crying out as he came, and the mental picture of his lover in the throes of an intense orgasm, sent him careening into his own release.
It took several moments after the last wave of his orgasm passed for Eric to slow his breathing back to a normal rate. His lips were dry from panting, and he licked them as he reached for a couple of tissues on the nightstand. “That was a first…”
“Yeah, but a good one,” Aaron still sounded breathless, but Eric could hear the lazy, sated smile painted on his lips.
“A very good one.”
“I love you so much.”
The words always managed to make Eric’s heart flip in his chest. He bit his lip as his face cracked with a wide, happy grin. “You know... I always had a hunch.”
Aaron laughed softly.
“I love you, too,” Eric followed up sincerely. “Come home soon. I miss you.”
“Soon as I can and not a minute later,” Aaron promised. “I’ll talk to you later, babe.”
“Goodnight, Aar.”
“Goodnight, Er.”
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