“I’m getting close,” David said through heavy breaths. “I need to nut so fucking bad.”
Farzan hadn’t been close, but hearing David—hearing him likethat—well, suddenly he was ready.
“Me too.”
He’d never get enough.
“I wish I was with you. Wish I could swallow you.”
“Yeah,” David grunted. “Your mouth is so fucking talented. That thing you do with your tongue…fuck.”
The camera went shaky as David came, his heavy breaths and spurting cock sending Farzan over the edge, too. The pleasure built and built until it pulsed out of him, so hard he hit himself in the eye.
“Shit,” he hissed. He hadn’t donethatin years, and fuck it burned, but the burning didn’t matter when he was still coming, imagining he was wrapped in David’s vetiver scent.
When he came back to earth, he stared at his phone; silvery stripes shimmered on the midnight skin of David’s stomach. David switched back to his face view.
“That was good,” David said, blinking slowly. But then his eyebrows furrowed as Farzan switched his view, too. “Shit, did you get yourself?”
“Yup.” Farzan winced as he tried to wipe his face.
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
“It burns!”
“I’m sorry I’m not there to clean you off,” David said. “I wish you were here with me.”
“Me too,” Farzan sighed. A hollow ache crept into his chest, wrapped around his heart. He didn’t want to say goodbye.
“I’m sorry I can’t be with you tomorrow. But we’ll celebrate when I get in. Okay?”
“That’s assuming we have something to celebrate,” Farzan pointed out.
“We will. You’ll do great, babe.”
That ache eased a bit.
“I love you,” David said. “I better let you get some rest.”
“I love you. ’Night, babe.”
David’s smile was radiant.
“’Night.”
forty-four
David
David looked around and realized there were no tissues on the nightstand. Could he make it across the hall to the bathroom?
The jangling of keys, the swing and thud of a door, and thescritch-scritchof demon nails on hardwood announced the return of Rhett. Shit.
David found a sock and used that to clean himself off. Despite the annoyance, his skin was still buzzing, his dick twitching with aftershocks. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had phone sex. It was good, but after getting fucked by Farzan, his own hand and a phone screen were a poor substitute. Not that it hadn’t been hot—it had—but it wasn’t enough. David wanted to feel Farzan’s breath ghost across his skin; he wanted to reach out and run his fingers through Farzan’s hair; he wanted to kiss that little spot behind his ear, nuzzle into the crook of his neck, cuddle up and just hold him. Be held.
He sighed, scratched his head through his bonnet. When had he gotten so sentimental?
His phone buzzed. For a second he thought it was Farzan again, but no, it was just an upgrade alert for his flight home. He swiped through toget his updated boarding pass, then found himself looking through the photos he’d taken today.
