“Until you came deep in my throat. But that wouldn’t be the end. I know you’ve got another round inside you.” I unzipped my pants, pulled out my dick, and started jerking off, too, my eyes glued to him. “I would get completely undressed, turn around, and lie on my stomach, spreading my legs, so you’d have the best view of where your cock would go next.”
“I’d probably have a taste first,” Alex said, his breathing turning heavier.
I brought the phone closer to my mouth, lowering my voice to a whisper. “Good choice. Your tongue working my ass always drives me crazy.” I moved the phone away from my mouth to look at Alex again. “But I wouldn’t last long like that,” I went on.“I would beg you to fuck me. Gosh, I wish you’d put your dick inside me right now. I want you to wrap your arms around my chest, pull me close, and push into me, using the cum from your first orgasm as lube.”
“That’s so freaking hot.”
“Then you’d fuck me until I scream the house down. And when I feel your dick twitch inside of me, I’d come all over the bed.”
Alex moaned. I stroked myself harder, the image of him coming inside me flashing through my mind. My whole body tensed. The pleasure rushed up through me. I let out a loud moan as I came onto my stomach.
I closed my eyes for a second, imagining it was Alex’s hand stroking me, when his voice cut through. Luckily, I looked back at the screen just in time to see him shoot his load toward the camera, spilling it all over his bed. His eyes were closed, too.
“Wow. So hot,” I whispered, wishing I could feel his cum on my body.
Alex blinked his eyes open, his fingers still wrapped around his dick, and the moment he looked at his laptop, he burst out laughing. “Shit.” He leaned to the side, and a second later, his hand came back into frame, holding three tissues. “I need a minute.”
“Same,” I replied, setting my phone on the bed without ending the call, and pushing myself up.
Three minutes later,Alex was wearing a dark green shirt and sitting on the floor, leaning against the bedframe. His eyes moved around, the light from the screen reflecting in them.
“Sorry, I needed a moment in the bathroom,” I said, not telling him that our spontaneous session had wound me up so much that I shook out another load in the bathroom. I didn’t know what came over me, but I couldn’t stop myself.
“No worries. We’ve still got ten minutes.”
My heart sank. Over our escapades, I had entirely forgotten why we had called each other in the first place. In ten minutes, our crowdfunding campaign would end.
This morning, I checked the dashboard, and we were still about five hundred dollars short of our ten-thousand-dollar goal, which wasn’t as promising as I’d hoped. We had worked hard on this over the past few months. After some back-and-forth, we had settled on the band name“Hide The Boys”and set up all our social media accounts. We posted every day using the demos we had recorded, along with videos Nora and Alex had taken of me singing the songs. We had even already organized a small concert for when he visited me, on the off chance the campaign succeeded. But although we gained over ten thousand followers in three months, only around two hundred of them actually paid for physical copies of the album.
In my head, the music was good enough that I thought we’d hit our goal within a day. Obviously, I was wrong.
I didn’t want to give up hope yet—things can change in the last minutes of these campaigns—but I had to be ready for the possibility that we would end the day at zero.
“Are you okay?” Alex asked.
“I am…” I started, butwho was I kidding?“…not.”
“It’s not over yet.”
“Still, I…” I hesitated. “I feel like I let you down. I know that’s stupid, and I know you don’t see it that way, even if we don’t hit the goal. But still… You deserve this so much. You deserve for people to hear this.”
“You know you deserve that too, right? This isourproject. Without you, most of these songs wouldn’t exist. And the others wouldn’t be anywhere near where they are. If anything, I’m the one who should be sorry I couldn’t do more for the campaign. I want the world to hear your voice the way I do.”
“You’ve done everything you could?—”
“And so did you. So, let’s not sulk or assign blame. This is all a win. We gottwo hundred peopleto give us money without even hearing the full versions. That’s more than most people get. Ten thousand followers means we did something right. We just have to stay calm and keep going.”
“It’s not a sprint, it’s a marathon, huh?”
“Damn. You just sounded like your dad,” Alex laughed.
“It was one of his phrases, so…” My mood shifted. There were two thousand three hundred miles between us during one of the most important moments of our lives. “Man, I wish I could hug you right now.”
“Me too,” he said, his eyes glued to the screen. After three seconds, he leaned forward, his green shirt covering the camera for a moment.
“Did you just hug your laptop?”
“It was the next best thing.” He leaned back, his smile making my heart ache. “Soon, Sebastian. We’ll get through these last four weeks. We’ll simply do what we did today every day from now on.”
