athosing | iv.

[ The noise that pulls from Adam Parrish is filthy and boyish and so full of wanting. ]

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. ]

I-

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.]

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. ]

[Billy makes a noise, and it's clear he's touching himself too, slicking his hand over his dick and thinking of this.]

With my wrists over my head? Because I want you to. Seriously, whatever you want, I trust you.

[ Billy trusts him.

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.

[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 groans at the idea of it, huffing more.]

I like fast things.

[ 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.

[Billy makes a noise of utter protest, which is to say, he moans. His toes are curling in his socks, he's working hard to not come.]

Too late on that one.

[Because he's already crazy about this boy, he's not sure how this happened.]

[ He gives a strangled laughing sound. ]

Fuck. Yeah?

[ He likes knowing the other boy wants him like this. It definitely helps Adam's ego. ]

Yeah, I don't-

[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.]

[ 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.

I wasn't crazy and then I met you and now I'm losing my mind all the time.

[He huffs air out, breathes it and whimpers a bit.]

God. Please.

D'you want to come?

[ Adam's voice is all country charm, and he doesn't care enough to hide it. ]

'Cause I do.

[He moans like he's dying.]

Yes-

Yes yes yes, you should come, you should come as soon as you can.

[ 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. ]

Fuck.

[Billy is never so loud; he only makes these desperate huffing noises as he bucks against his hand.]

Oh my god-

[And that's a sure sign he came.]

Okay, not fair.