“I don’t know,” he said again. What else was there to say?
Farzan was nearly asleep when his phone buzzed with a message.
David
Finally back at Rhett’s. You still up?
Farzan
Yeah. How was it?
His phone lit up with a FaceTime call.
“Hey, babe,” David said. He was stretched out in a strange bed, shirtless, the curves of his dark skin gilded by the bedside lamp, his hair hidden beneath a plain black silk cap. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too. How’s LA?”
David looked past the phone’s camera, like he was checking the door or something. “Promise not to say anything?”
“I promise.”
David shook his head ruefully. “I don’t get the In-N-Out hype. It was fine, don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t have a foodgasm or anything.”
“Your secret is safe with me.”
“Thanks. But Shyla’s place is coming along. It’s bigger than I expected.”
“Oh? Not one of those two-table tasting menu kinds of places?”
“God, no. It’s a little bigger than Aspire, I think.”
“Oh, cool.”
“Yeah.” David scratched at his chest. The light made the valley between his pecs look particularly soft and pillowy. Farzan wished they were curled up together right now, so he could rest his head on David’s chest and let him play with his hair.
David just kept looking at him.
“I miss you,” David said softly.
“I miss you too.”
“I can’t stop thinking about what we did on Saturday.”
“What? Yelling at my family?” Farzan teased.
“That was amazing,” David said. He adjusted the phone, and suddenly Farzan could see his shoulder tensing and releasing, tensing and releasing. “But that’s not what I’m thinking of.”
David switched to his rear camera; after a brief, blurry transition, Farzan was confronted with David’s hand, languidly stroking his dick, the brown head revealed and hidden over and over.
Farzan’s mouth went dry, like he’d drunk a glass of Bordeaux.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
Suddenly David switched back to front view. “Shit, is this okay? I didn’t even ask.”
“Yeah, it’s okay,” Farzan said. He tried to swallow away the hoarseness in his voice. “You know I love your dick.”
“Yeah you do.” David’s voice had gone liquid. “I can tell the way your eyes turn into little hearts every time they see it. Like an anime character.”
