Cam:Is it?
Teddy:I think so.
Cam:You need hobbies then.
Teddy:I have several.
Cam:Care to share?
He didn’t answer, and because I was a bucket of thirst, I called him.
It rang for long enough that I figured I’d fucked up. My grip on my phone tightened as I prepared to tap out. Then he answered and his smooth voice filled my senses.
“Good morning, Cam.”
I smiled, glad he couldn’t see me. “Is it morning for you? I didn’t really go to bed yet.”
“Partying hard?”
“Not exactly, though I might’ve sunk too much rum at some point.”
Teddy hummed. “I can picture that.”
What else can you picture? Cos all I can see is you splayed against that wall while I fuck you, your head lolled back on my shoulder as you come.It wasn’t quite how it had happened, but it was the scene I’d seen in my dirtiest day dreams ever since.“I prefer it to whisky, but none of it does me any favours.”
“I don’t know. You looked all right to me with a glass in your hand.”
“All right?”
“What would you like me to say?”
“The truth.”
Teddy chuckled. “Is that why you called? To have your ego stroked? Surely I cannot be the only one you can think of to do that. If I am, your ego must be very neglected indeed.”
His accent was Russian tonight. Thismorning. I drank it up, closing my eyes and biting my lip a moment, my cock still throbbing and yearning for him. “My ego is just fine. I called because you didn’t answer my question and I’m a curious kind of bloke.”
“You areimpatient. I had left the room for coffee.”
“I still want to know.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t imagine you any way except what I’ve already seen, and I need to kill that shit before I see you.”
“Again, why?”
I sat up, the bleariness I’d brought into the conversation fading away as the exhilaration of hearing his voice again took hold and brought me to life. “A few reasons, the main one being I need to make the most of the time you can spare me and focus on my accounts without wanting to throw you down and fuck you.”
“You can want that as much as you like.”
“Cos it doesn’t change anything? You still won’t let me do it?”
“Exactly, Cam.”
“If you want me to stop thinking about fucking you, thenyouneed to stop saying my name like that.”
“Like what?”
