“Isn’t your husband the mayor?” Leonidas asked.
“That’s him.” Greyson shrugged. “Not me.”
“I could help,” Leonidas offered.
“Help how?” Greyson shifted his attention to Leonidas, then back to the painters, giving them an example of how to detail and shadow the tree trunk.
“I don’t know. Like a grant or an art scholarship or something. Or just an endowment for you to build the space here out. This place seems like it could benefit from a healthy art experience.”
“That’s not cheap,” Greyson said.
“I’m not poor.” He shrugged. “We can talk about it later.”
His pocked buzzed again and he remembered he had ignored the last message.
“I’ll be right back, sorry,” he apologized. “I need to check this message.”
“Yeah, of course.” Greyson waved him off and Leonidas slipped out of the studio and into the back room. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and found two text messages from Andy.
Andy: I’ve enjoyed Hawaii, but I’m ready to be home
Andy: Does that plug in your ass make you think of me?
Leonidas leaned against the work table he’d fucked Andy on the month before, groaning when the wooden edge jostled the plug inside of him.
Me: Lots of things make me think of you.
Andy: Like what?
Me: Coming, for one.
Andy: Mmmn, yeah. Not much of that lately, is there?
Leonidas pushed back against the table and his cock jerked against his leg.
Me: Not so much.
Andy: I’ll be home to you tomorrow, don’t forget.
Me: I couldn’t.
Andy: Send me a picture so I know you’ve been good.
Leonidas heard a raucous burst of laughter from the studio, and he looked around, then peered out the window to ensure he was alone. The thrill of being walked in on excited him more than he’d expected, and he realized why he’d come so hard in the rainstorm with Andy on the day they’d met.
He pulled his pants down and laid himself over the table, reaching behind him with his phone and snapping off a picture that allowed Andy to see the flared base of the black plug he had inside him. He pulled his pants up, quickly buttoning them and adjusting his growing erection, then he sent the picture to Andy and waited.
It wasn’t even a good picture, but he hoped it had been enough. Instead of receiving a text in reply, his phone buzzed with an incoming call.
“Hello?” he answered, cupping his hand around his mouth to muffle his voice.
“Sssh,” Andy hushed him, and Leonidas became aware of the rough sound of Andy’s breathing.
“Are you?”
“I said hush,” Andy hissed, his breath sounding like it was being sawed out of his throat, and then a quiet, “Fuck.”
Leonidas closed his eyes and pressed his fist against the thick bulge made by his erection. He ached for this man more than he’d ever thought possible and he worried he was going to die of want before Andy touched down back in Colorado.
