I cocked a brow. “Y’in a good mood, like.”
“Aye, well, not really. Just missin’ ya wee face. What’s the craic?” I could hear Ronan’s smile in his voice, and it lit me up inside.
“Ah, not much, now. Was just thinkin’ ‘bout ya actually,” I replied.
“I’d be hopin’ good things, like.”
“Always is, aye?” I paused, a soft sigh slipping from me as I sat heavily on the edge of the bed. “I’d be missin’ ya even more now Declan is outta me hair.”
“Aye.” There was a long thoughtful silence on the other end and just as I opened my mouth to fill it, Ronan spoke. “Where ya to, fella?”
“Me place, why?”
“Two ticks.”
I heard fumbling around and I waited patiently for whatever Ronan had in mind. The call dropped with a loud beep, only to immediately begin to ring once more. I flinched, the speaker blaring in my ear and pulled away.
Incoming Video Call: Ronan.
Shite. I panicked and hurriedly ran a hand through my hair, glancing over my shoulder to make sure the place was reasonably tidy before answering it. There was a second or two of delay before my phone caught up and Ronan’s lovely wee face appeared on the screen. My heart leapt in my chest, racing with exhilaration.
“Thought this might be a wee bit easier, seein’ as y’got time t’ chat, like,” he said. The audio and the picture were slightly out of sync, but that didn’t matter. I was just thrilled to be seeing him for the first time in weeks.
“Aye, quality. Y’look good. Got a wee tan, like,” I chuckled.
Ronan laughed, his face crumpling into a playful grimace. “Don’t. Look at this shite…” He trailed off and the camera blurred as he turned it around. It was clear he was lying down in bed, wearing nothing but a pair of jogging bottoms. I was brought face to face with the fucking lovely, tattooed chest that haunted my dreams. As the camera adjusted to the light, I spotted what Ronan was showing me and I laughed loudly.
“Got yourself a wee farmer’s tan?” I teased. Stark lines between tanned and non-tanned skin stood out like a sore thumb.
“I’d be lookin’ feckin’ ridiculous, like,” Ronan replied. “Fell asleep in the sun like a wee melter. Been tryin’ t’ even it back out but we’d be havin’ feckin’ rain since.”
“That’s funny, like.” I smirked. “But y’lookin’ feckin’ fine as all hell, even wi’ the dodgy tan.”
“Wee charmer.”
The flirtatious energy got my pulse racing. With everything that had been going on, I hadn’t had the presence of mind to think about sex and how much I was missing that side of my relationship with Ronan. Now? Now I wasdefinitelythinking about it.
When Ronan moved the phone, I shouted out.
“Whoa, now. Go back. I was enjoyin’ lookin’ at ya, like,” I murmured. “I’ve missed ya.”
Obediently, he returned the camera and held it up so I could see even more of him. The angle cut off most of his face, but I could just about make out a sexy smile.
“Y’feelin’ a wee bit horny, now?” Ronan asked and I watched with a dry mouth as he ran a hand down his body.
“Mm,” I hummed. “Where’s ya ma an’ Darragh?”
“They’d be out f’a wee while longer yet.” I could already hear a slight breathlessness in Ronan’s reply and my cock responded, pulsing in my jeans as it steadily began to harden. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d gotten off, but I knew without doubt it was overdue.
“Get y’cock out,” I rasped. “Show me what I’d be missin’, now.”
To my delight, Ronan did as I asked without hesitation and a low groan escaped me as he pushed the waistband of his joggers down. I wasn’t the only one who was enjoying themselves, that much was clear and when Ronan began to palm his hard length, I scrambled up onto my bed.
“Feck,”I growled between clenched teeth, the buckle of my belt clinking as I hurried to unfasten it. “I wanna taste y’so bad, like.”
I saw Ronan’s chest rise and fall with a sigh, his hand beginning to move a little quicker in response to my words. I glanced around, looking for somewhere to prop my phone up amongst the pillows and after faffing around to get the right angle, I turned my attention to myself.
I dragged my t-shirt off over my head before settling down and pushing my jeans and boxers down. As soon as my cock sprang free, Ronan moaned. It was tinny over the phone’s speaker, but even that was enough to send blood rushing around my body, making me dizzy. I took hold of my cock and began stroking it, eyes riveted to Ronan doing the same on my screen.
