“Hi,” Seth murmured. Oz could hear rustling on the other end of the line, presumably Seth’s blankets. Apparently, he really was in bed.
“It’s good to hear you,” Oz said, too tired and lonely to be anything other than honest. Itwasgood to hear him. Oz could feel some of the weight lifting off his chest already.
“You too,” Seth responded, his tone more sincere than usual. Or maybe he was just tired.
“So, uh. How was your day?” Oz wasn’t exactly sure how to get Seth to open up, but he really wanted him to right now. He just wanted to listen to Seth talk.
“We’re not doingwhat are you wearing?” Seth asked.
“Already did. I’m in bed, too.”
“Then why are you calling me?”
“You called me,” Oz pointed out automatically. He didn’t like feeling like this. Needy and unsure he was wanted. It was so hard to tell what Seth was really thinking, he’d had so much practice at hiding it.
“Why did youwantto call me, then? Good little cowboys should be asleep by now.”
Honesty was probably Oz’s best option, since Seth would see through anything else. For a lawyer, he was a terrible liar.
“Today was rough,” he said, stopping himself before he addedand I miss you.
“So you want to talk aboutyourday?”
“No.” Oz cleared his throat. “No, I really don’t. I want… just someone to talk to. If you don’t wanna be the guy, that’s okay.”
“I’m flattered, actually,” Seth responded. “I don’t think I’m anyone’s confidante.”
“More fancy words,” Oz joked, glad that Seth wasn’t taking it badly. “I haven’t got anyone else,” he admitted.
If it had been a text message, he probably wouldn’t have sent it. Oz wasn’t used to feeling vulnerable around anyone, but Seth made him feel that way. Seth was the first person he’d met in a long time who had the power to break him.
For whatever reason, though, Oz trusted him with that power. Seth wasn’t the kind of man who’d hurt someone on purpose, regardless of his aloof playboy persona. He was actually nothing like that.
“Neither do I,” Seth agreed. “Not anyone I can be honest with. Not like you.”
Oz’s heart clenched. He knew there were a hundred reasons why it was a bad idea, but all he wanted right now was to go to Seth and never have to leave again.
“You promised me phone sex,” Seth said after a few moments of mutual silence. “No pressure if you’re not into it.”
That was actually a relief. Oz didn’t want to go any further down the emotional rabbit hole they were both tentatively sticking their noses in. He’d only end up even more exhausted and even less able to sleep.
“I could definitely be into it,” he said, shifting to get more comfortable. “You’re gonna have to show me the ropes.”
Seth laughed. “I’ve never done this before. I thought you were taking charge.”
“We can figure it out.” Oz hesitated, and then trailed his hand down his stomach, reaching out to run a finger along his cock. He brought back the image of Seth on his knees, about to suck him like his life depended on it.
He’d already been thinking about him earlier, so it didn’t take much for his cock to show an interest again.
“You’ve gone quiet,” Seth said, laugher in his voice. He knew what Oz was doing.
“I was thinking about you,” he admitted, curling his fingers around his rapidly-hardening cock with a soft hiss. He’d already made himself oversensitive, even though he hadn’t gotten off yet.
“I’m more than happy to just listen to you masturbate,” Seth said. “Maybe offer a word of encouragement here and there.”
“What about you?” Oz asked, swiping a bead of precome from the head of his cock and spreading it down to slick the way.
Seth snorted. “I finished before you texted. If I’d known, I would have waited.”
