A rush of warmth floods through my body with this new information, and I really don’t know how to feel about it. With how much he hates the sport, it’s just so…unlike him. So instead, I focus on the other part of his night.
“Sword Art Online.Is that one of your anime shows?”
He nods and leans back against his pillows. “Yeah, it’s one of the first ones I ever watched. I usually put on something I’ve seen before when I’m working, just so I don’t miss anythingimportant or whatever.”
“Makes sense,” I murmur softly. “I can let you go if you’re busy, though.”
I don’twantto, but—
“Nah, it’s all good. I can work on it after we hang up.” He arches a brow before adding, “Unless you’re still planning to follow through on that empty threat of yours.”
Yeah, so not happening.
Which he obviously knows, from the brutal call out he just made. So I shamelessly change the subject.
“So, what’s it about? The show, I mean.”
From the title, I’d assume it has something to do with art, but when Logan dives into an explanation about a video game and something to do with VR and RPGs, I become completely lost within the first minute. Not that it matters; I’m happy to relax against the headboard and listen to him talk about the premise of his show regardless. And boy does he yammer on about it, in the most adorable way—all full of enthusiasm and passion as he speaks.
My hand slides under my waistband, wrapping around my cock and giving it a gentle squeeze while I watch his lips move on the other end of the screen. I don’t know when or how I started sporting a half-chub, but I know his voice and watching his lips are definitely the reason.
Logan trails off after explaining the first two seasons of his show, a sheepish sort of smile appearing on his delectable lips.
“Anyway, I’m sure that’s more than you ever wanted to know aboutSAO.”
I shake my head, now stroking my fully erect cock. “No, no. Keep talking to me.”
“About what?” he asks with a little laugh.
“Your show. Or…anything. I don’t care.”
His brows knit together a bit, but he doesn’t fight me on it—which, again, is so un-Logan like, I can’t even begin to explain. Not that my brain could even focus on all the reasons why at the moment; it’s too caught up in imagining it’shishand currently wrapped around me.
“Okay. Well, after the first two seasons, there’s this movie that technically comes next, calledOrdinal Scale…”
My cock pulses in my hand now, and a little moan sits in the back of my throat, threatening to slip out. I manage to choke it down, letting my eyes fall closed as my hand moves faster over my shaft as he talks.
“…does that make sense?”
“Mhmm,” I hum, not having actually understood a word of what he’s said.
Is it weird to be this obsessed with someone’s voice? I don’t know. But I fucking am either way, and I’m not even ashamed to admit it. There’s just something about it I can’t describe. Like coming home after a long day and snuggling up on the couch, or the first bite of a batch of homemade cookies, or—
“Cam?”
I wet my lips, muttering, “Yeah, Lo?”
“If you’re gonna jack off to me talking to you over FaceTime, you could at least let me watch.”
Fuck.
My lids lift, and I find him giving me one of those knowing looks—brows raised and a little smirk painting his lips. But it’s the lust in his eyes that does me in. Because it lets me know he’s not joking.
And, damn, if this filthy, playful side of him isn’t as unexpected as it is addictive.
“You want me to put on a little show for you?” I ask, not bothering to deny what I’m doing. I mean, what’s the point when he’s pegged me harder than a tail on Eeyore’s ass.
His smirk turns into a wicked grin. “Hey, at least it’ll be aprivate one this time, even if it’s not in person.”
