“That’s funny. This dick has been missing you, too. Big time.”
“Where are you right now?”
“In my room with my hands down my pants.”
“You are not,” Chase said.
“Okay. That was a lie. I’m not wearing any pants.”
“So, basically you just called to sexually harass me.”
“Depends on if you want to be harassed.”
“That's not how harassment works.”
“Shut up,” Mason said. “So I told you where I am. Now you tell me where you are…”
“In my office.”
“Are you alone?” Mason asked, his voice low and deep like he was up to no good, and Chase had an idea of what he was getting at. Chase’s dick hardened.
“Are you asking for the reason I think you’re asking?”
“Are you fucking alone? Answer the question.”
“Yeah, I'm alone. What does it matter?”
“What are you wearing?”
Chase chuckled, but it quickly escalated into a hearty laugh. He felt like an idiot, but he couldn’t contain his excitement. “Oh my God, stop it!”
“What… are… you wearing?” Mason's voice was so stern that Chase knew he wasn’t kidding around.
What was Mason thinking? They'd never had phone sex before. He’d considered it during college, but by the time they could have done it, they were fighting, and he was considering calling their relationship off. Not exactly the best time to suggest trying out a new sex game.
It wasn’t appropriate behavior at the office, but considering how many times he and Tristan had fucked in the copy room, he didn’t really have an excuse not to submit to Mason’s wishes, especially considering how badly he wanted to submit to him.
“Gray slacks and a light-blue button-up with a black tie.”
“What color's the jockstrap?” Mason teased.
“I'm actually wearing some black Calvin's with a white band.”
“Oh, that'll do. So take off your pants.”
“I can't take off my pants here, Mason.”
“I’m undoing your belt and unzipping your fly right now, so I don’t think you have a choice.”
Chase followed through with Mason’s wishes, glancing behind him. He considered locking the door. That would have been the smart thing to do, but where would the fun in that have been? Besides, the only guy who would have barged into his office was Tristan, and he’d effectively scared him off for the day.
“I’m sliding my hand inside your briefs and stroking your dick,” Mason said.
Chase followed suit, stroking his cock the way he knew Mason would have.
“Don’t forget to massage that thumb over the head, hitting all those nerves in the way that really gets you going. You’re hard as fuck now, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Chase replied, his response almost a whimper.
