[ He lays his phone on his stomach and lifts his hips up, popping the button of his jeans and pushing them down over his hips. He doesn't throw them all the way off, choosing instead to lie back on his bed and shove his hand under the waistband of his boxers.
It feels weird to be touching himself with his weaker hand but he needs to be able to text back. ]
Billy can't handle that, that's too hot, so he's not even doing the civilized thing and taking his jeans off, he's just popping the fly and rubbing himself with the palm of his hand.]
you have a really nice one you know
i'm doing the same i dont even have my jeans off im i dont want to stop that long
[ He touches himself slowly, running his touch up to the head and pressing his thumb against bundle of nerves there. In the quiet of his room his breathing sounds too loud. ]
if you were here i'd touch us both. i liked it when you did that. i like feeling your dick against mine.
[ There's a rustle of movement, Adam switching hands so he can use his weaker one to hold the phone. It means his arm isn't crossed over his chest to get to his good ear. ]
So first, I'd want to watch you touch yourself. I feel like I definitely don't do that enough, and you have a really beautiful dick, so I want to see you touch yourself.
You said --. [ A breath, sharp and ridiculous. ] You said you wanted me to ride you, right?
[ Adam's sheets stick to his back as he rocks his hips up into his palm. ] Do you want me to hold you down too?
[ It feels wrong, but in a thrilling way. Adam isn't used to being able to say what he wants. But Billy helps by being so unabashedly him. He doesn't let him drown inside his thoughts. ]
If Adam weren't so turned on he'd warn him of the dangers of doing that. ]
Okay -- okay, so I hold your wrists down and I - fuck - I make the moves. I get to go slow if I want. Or fast. Or - shit - [ His cock twitches a little in his palm, his grip slick with precome and sweat. ] Or however I wanted it to be, yeah?
[Billy huffs his breaths out like he's running, when what he's really doing is fucking his hand and trying to imagine it's one of Adam's long-fingered ones, all callused from real work.]
Whatever you want, slow, or fast, I know you like it fast, angled just right to rub right against you-
[ He might not be so different from all the reckless Aglionby boys. ] God, I'd like that. [ Filthy and country, there you go, Billy. ] I'd like to ride you like that. I want to make you mad for me, Billy.
God, do you want the details? About how I wake up, hard and thinking about your mouth, or how watching you move rocks is the hottest thing I've seen ever and you're really just sweaty and tired and cranky? How it's a challenge to not just come when I'm barely inside you?
You make me distracted and crazy, and, Adam-
[It's clear he was speeding up a bit as he spoke.]
[ The roughness of Adam's breathing echoes around the reception, his inhale too fast like he's been running a marathon. ]
You're crazy.
[ But there's a smile in his voice and he squeezes his dick, precome leaking out. ] Every time you're there I think about touching you. I want to all the time. I can't help it. I don't even usually do this.
[ Adam laughs breathlessly and arches into his closed fist, his hips stuttering as he speeds up his jerking motion. Billy's breathing is heavy and hard down the phone and he focuses on that, closes his eyes and imagines the other boy here with him.
He shouts as he comes, which living above a church he probably shouldn't do, spilling sticky fluid all over his fingers. Adam slumps against his sheets, panting helplessly. ]
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i want you to feel good now
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[ He lays his phone on his stomach and lifts his hips up, popping the button of his jeans and pushing them down over his hips. He doesn't throw them all the way off, choosing instead to lie back on his bed and shove his hand under the waistband of his boxers.
It feels weird to be touching himself with his weaker hand but he needs to be able to text back. ]
i have my hand on my dick now.
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Ughhhhhhhh
Billy can't handle that, that's too hot, so he's not even doing the civilized thing and taking his jeans off, he's just popping the fly and rubbing himself with the palm of his hand.]
you have a really nice one you know
i'm doing the same i dont even have my jeans off im i dont want to stop that long
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[ He touches himself slowly, running his touch up to the head and pressing his thumb against bundle of nerves there. In the quiet of his room his breathing sounds too loud. ]
if you were here i'd touch us both.
i liked it when you did that.
i like feeling your dick against mine.
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HE'S GETTING A PHONE CALL]
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Hey.
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[His voice is whispery and breathy even though no one else is really home.]
I needed to hear you say some of this, okay? Also I don't think I could have kept up the texting.
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Hang on.
[ There's a rustle of movement, Adam switching hands so he can use his weaker one to hold the phone. It means his arm isn't crossed over his chest to get to his good ear. ]
Fuck, that's better.
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God, okay, if you were here-
[There's a pause.]
So first, I'd want to watch you touch yourself. I feel like I definitely don't do that enough, and you have a really beautiful dick, so I want to see you touch yourself.
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Ugh.
I could do that. But you aren't allowed to touch yourself when you're watching. I don't want you to get carried away. I told you, I want to feel it.
[ Like he's feeling himself right now, yo. ]
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Oh.
Oh, what other rules are you going to come up with?
[Because maybe he's just as into this as he is into hitching Adam's legs over his shoulders to fuck him.]
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[ Adam's sheets stick to his back as he rocks his hips up into his palm. ] Do you want me to hold you down too?
[ It feels wrong, but in a thrilling way. Adam isn't used to being able to say what he wants. But Billy helps by being so unabashedly him. He doesn't let him drown inside his thoughts. ]
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With my wrists over my head? Because I want you to. Seriously, whatever you want, I trust you.
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If Adam weren't so turned on he'd warn him of the dangers of doing that. ]
Okay -- okay, so I hold your wrists down and I - fuck - I make the moves. I get to go slow if I want. Or fast. Or - shit - [ His cock twitches a little in his palm, his grip slick with precome and sweat. ] Or however I wanted it to be, yeah?
But you'd like that.
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Whatever you want, slow, or fast, I know you like it fast, angled just right to rub right against you-
[He groans at the idea of it, huffing more.]
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[ He might not be so different from all the reckless Aglionby boys. ] God, I'd like that. [ Filthy and country, there you go, Billy. ] I'd like to ride you like that. I want to make you mad for me, Billy.
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Too late on that one.
[Because he's already crazy about this boy, he's not sure how this happened.]
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Fuck. Yeah?
[ He likes knowing the other boy wants him like this. It definitely helps Adam's ego. ]
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[He makes a noise, keening, and huffs.]
God, do you want the details? About how I wake up, hard and thinking about your mouth, or how watching you move rocks is the hottest thing I've seen ever and you're really just sweaty and tired and cranky? How it's a challenge to not just come when I'm barely inside you?
You make me distracted and crazy, and, Adam-
[It's clear he was speeding up a bit as he spoke.]
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You're crazy.
[ But there's a smile in his voice and he squeezes his dick, precome leaking out. ] Every time you're there I think about touching you. I want to all the time. I can't help it. I don't even usually do this.
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[He huffs air out, breathes it and whimpers a bit.]
God. Please.
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[ Adam's voice is all country charm, and he doesn't care enough to hide it. ]
'Cause I do.
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Yes-
Yes yes yes, you should come, you should come as soon as you can.
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He shouts as he comes, which living above a church he probably shouldn't do, spilling sticky fluid all over his fingers. Adam slumps against his sheets, panting helplessly. ]
Fuck.
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Oh my god-
[And that's a sure sign he came.]
Okay, not fair.
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