“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” Magnus dared.
Trey laughed, a choked sound that lodged in his throat. “You’re not serious.”
“No?”
Trey’s eyes were locked on the screen as the camera panned away from Magnus’s face, moving slowly down his… Oh, fuck that was his bare chest, his washboard abs.
Ah, hell.
His breath hitched when he saw Magnus’s cock fisted proudly in the man’s hand.
It only lasted a second before Magnus’s face once again crowded the screen. “Your turn.”
Trey looked around the small room, his eyes pausing on the bed.
“Come on, Trey. Live a little.”
“Live a little, he says.” Trey took a deep breath, met Magnus’s gaze on the phone. “Fine, but this is your party.”
“Strip first. A party’s no fun with clothes.”
Feeling bolder than usual, Trey stripped out of his clothes and crawled into the bed, phone still in his hand.
“Now show me yours,” Magnus insisted.
It took a second for him to shore up his nerve, but Trey finally turned the camera toward his dick. He didn’t have to touch the damn thing, it was standing up proud and tall all on its own.
“Holy fuck, do I miss you.”
Trey chuckled, returning the camera to his face. “Do you?”
“Oh, yeah. And I’m lookin’ forward to makin’ your acquaintance all over again.” Magnus’s eyes were hooded. “Now stroke yourself, Trey.”
As awkward as it was, Trey did as Magnus requested. Several minutes later, the awkwardness disappeared, leaving him with nothing but lust singeing his nerve endings and making him sweat.
“When you get back, we’re gonna pick up where we left off.”
Trey shook his head but didn’t say anything. He knew this shouldn’t be happening, knew he should invoke some sort of rule that said he could never see Magnus Storme again. He was getting in way too deep as it was. The only consolation was that Magnus continued to keep it solely about sex, which allowed Trey to maintain some distance.
“The next time I see you,” Magnus continued, his voice gruff and low, “I’m gonna strip you down, run my tongue over every inch of you.”
Trey continued to stroke his cock, fisting himself firmly.
“Then I’m gonna finger your ass until you’re ready for me.”
Ah, hell. Trey’s asshole clenched at the thought.
“When you are, I’m gonna sink into you so deep you won’t know where I begin and you end.”
Trey grunted.
“You want that, Trey? You want me to fuck you hard and deep?”
He nodded, closing his eyes. “God, yes.”
Magnus grunted and Trey recognized the sound. He was precariously close to the edge, too.
“When I’m done,” Magnus crooned, “I’m gonna fuck you all over again. Harder. Faster.”
