Fix leaned back in his chair like he was imagining just that, legs splayed open and jeans tented as he watched, still only looking Liam in the eyes. Still not allowing himself to look anywhere else.
“He’d make me touch myself so he could watch,” Liam said, giving permission, making sure Fix knew he wanted him to see. “I’d want him to watch.”
It was all he needed.
Fix trailed his gaze from Liam’s eyes, down his chest, and over his stomach. He stopped at the open vee of his shorts, sucking in a sharp breath when Liam pulled his hard cock out and fisted it tightly.
“He’d touch my legs,” Liam said, squeezing his cock and trying desperately not to come and end it all before he could truly enjoy it.
“He’d put his big hands on my ass and pull me closer,” he said, hips starting to sway back and forth, pushing his cock through the tight ring of his fingers. He threw his head back and moaned at the sensation, hair trailing down to the small of his back.
“Look at me.” He heard the quiet growl and snapped his head back up, finding Fix’s hungry gaze eating him alive. “Don’t stop.”
“He’d leave his fingerprints on me so I know I’m his,” Liam said, voice breaking as it went higher with pleasure.
Fix’s barrel chest was heaving with arousal, his hand still working over himself over his jeans, but not enough to come. It was like he couldn’t help it. Like he had to relieve the pressure somehow and it made Liam’s dick harder. The part of him that loved turning people on and putting on a show was lapping it up.
“He’d kiss me,” Liam moaned, hips working harder, his other hand rising to trace the imaginary kisses all over his skin. “My neck. My shoulders. Collarbones. Chest. He’d bite me.”
His hand worked faster on his cock, tugging, squeezing, making him see white. He was desperate to come but he also wanted this to last forever. At least in his head he was allowed to have everything he wanted.
“He’d tell me I’m pretty. That I’m good. That I take it so well for him,” Liam whined. “He’d whisper it in my ear so nobody else can hear but me.”
He wanted it. Fuck, he wanted it so badly it hurt.
“He’d pull me in and rock me against him.” The mental picture made him moan. Shame made him blush, but desire was stronger. It won against any discomfort he might have been feeling.
“His finger would slip,” Liam said, reaching behind him and slipping one of his fingers between his cheeks. “He’d touch my hole.”
Fix let out a low groan and Liam gasped when the sound made his balls tighten and his hole clench around nothing. He’d never felt emptier. Never wanted someone there more than he did Fix.
“He’d tell me I’m his.” Liam felt the familiar heat pool in the pit of his stomach. “And that he’s mine too.”
“I am yours.”
The declaration was resolute, so confident and sure that Liam moaned in ecstasy. He was so close, so desperately close, but there was something missing. He didn’t know what. He’d have asked for it if he did. Fix would give it to him. He’d know. Liam knew he’d know.
His hand moved furiously, almost painfully, but his orgasm was just out of reach, there but not quite, and Liam sobbed with need. “Please.”
Fix stood from the chair, kneeling next to Liam’s bed, still behind the camera. He leaned forward until the light shone on his face and all Liam could see were his eyes, eclipsed in black.
“Come, honey.”
Liam tumbled over the edge, eyes locked with Fix’s as he screamed in pleasure.
He spilled all over his hand, his bed, and the open shorts he was still wearing. The pearly top caught his cum, glistening with it under the dim lights. He worked his cock until there was nothing left but oversensitivity and the aftershocks that left him trembling.
He didn’t want to look at the chat and the people there. He didn’t want to come out of this moment with Fix. He just wanted to wrap himself up in it and never leave. Because if he ended it, Fix wouldn’t be there anymore. Liam wouldn’t have his attention anymore. He wouldn’t be the focus anymore and he didn’t…he didn’t think he could take it.
Fix watched him, eyes still heated but questioning. Trying to figure Liam out. Liam let him look. Better for him to know it all before it went anywhere.
Fix reached out and cut the stream, turning Liam’s camera off and shutting the world away.
It was just the two of them then. Just Liam being vulnerable in front of someone who now had the power to destroy him.
The fear came back.
“Can I touch you?” Fix asked quietly into the thickened silence.
