Chapter Thirteen #2
“I miss ya, too. I wanna be there so feckin’ bad, aye.” My hand slipped back and forth faster still. “Y’want this cock in ya?”
Ronan couldn’t find the words to reply this time, but I saw him nod.
“Prop y’phone up someplace an’ get a finger in there. Let me see ya fuck yourself, thinkin’ o’ me.”
The screen blurred and flickered as Ronan moved his phone. Once he’d found a suitable spot to balance it, I sank my teeth into my lip. This new angle gave me an even better view of him, including that feckin’ wee lovely face I adored. He was flushed and sweaty, and I ached to kiss that soft mouth.
“Jaysus,” I sighed. “I could come just lookin’ at ya, I swear.”
Ronan grinned at the camera making my cock pulse in my hand. He settled himself back down, getting comfortable before spitting into his hand and returning it to his cock. I watched, blood pounding in my ears, as he lifted his hips up and dropped his knees wide, spreading himself.
“C’mon,” I moaned. “Show me, now.”
I could see Ronan’s chest heaving, growing breathless with anticipation. My eyes were glued to the phone screen as he sucked on the finger of his unoccupied hand, coating it liberally in saliva before looping it underneath his leg and bringing it between his legs.
I clenched my jaw, burning with desire. At that moment, I would have given anything to be the one sinking into Ronan’s tight wee hole.
I couldn’t see much detail, but I studied his expression intently.
When his brows furrowed, mouth falling open, I knew he’d found the right spot and my hand tightened its grip around my cock.
“Feck,” I gasped, pumping up and down. “Y’like that? Feels good havin’ ya hole filled, like?”
Ronan didn’t reply outside of a shaky moan. His head fell back against the pillows, exposing his muscular neck. I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, desperate to kiss it, to taste the saltiness of his skin…
He wasn’t hanging around now. With his whole body fraught with tension, Ronan returned to stroking himself and pushing a finger back and forth in tandem.
Fuck, I wanted to be there. He had his hands full, literally, and I wanted nothing more than to help him out.
Instead, I was stuck here, hundreds of miles away, wanking off to my phone screen.
“Y’so feckin’ hot, Ronan. Jaysus…” I sighed. “Look at me. Look at y’screen. I want ya t’ match me timin’. If we can’t be together, let’s at least come together, aye?”
“Feck, aye, okay,” he spluttered. “Don’t y’be teasin’ me, now. I can’t feckin’ take it.”
I chuckled softly. “Nah, not today. Promise.”
I slowed my stroking, pleased when Ronan did the same. Once I was satisfied I had his full attention, I began to slip my hand back and forth in firm, long sweeps – tip to base.
Ronan groaned, flashing me his teeth as he smiled. “That’s feckin’ wild. I’d almost be able t’ imagin’ it’s y’hand on me. Y’love that long, slow stroke, aye?”
Desire swelled within me, fit to burst. I needed to come, needed to see Ronan lose himself… I steadily picked up the pace and he copied me, soft grunts and sighs coming in time with my movements. This was as close as we were going to get to fucking for now and it was driving me crazy.
“J-John-Francis,” Ronan murmured. I knew that tone – he wanted more from me. I could have been cruel and slowed down. If we’d been together, perhaps that’s what I would have done, but I’d promised not to tease him, and I would always do my best to keep my promises whenever Ronan was concerned.
“A’right, a bit faster?” I sped up my strokes, focussing my attention on the tip. I knew that was where Ronan was most sensitive. Just as I’d predicted, his moans intensified and soon I had his abs tensing, thighs flexing and trembling. He was close and I was hungry to see this through.
I gasped, my own cock jerking and pulsing as I pushed myself towards orgasm. “C’mon, lovely boy. Y’gonna come? Feck that wee hole like y’mean it, now.”
Ronan groaned, low and loud. “Can I come?”
Having him ask for permission had my arousal skyrocketing and I pumped my cock, breath catching as I felt my climax building up my shaft.
“Aye, do it. Come f’me, Ronan.”
That was clearly all I’d needed to say and when Ronan sucked in a breath, tensing up and baring his teeth in a grimace of pleasure, I knew it was over. I watched with bated breath as rope after rope of cum shot from Ronan’s cock, coating his muscular chest. I was right behind him.
“Feck, Ronan, Jaysus!” I managed to grunt, my cock throbbing and jerking as I came. Pleasure exploded from me and for a moment, all I could focus on was Ronan.
All too soon, I began to come down from my high and I flopped back against the bed, sweaty and breathless.
“Feck, I’d better clean this up, aye,” Ronan muttered. I opened my eyes and watched him as he sat up, flailing around as he hunted for something to wipe himself off with. I laughed, earning myself a playfully sour expression.
“Aye, laugh it up – y’not lookin’ so squeaky clean yourself neither, like.”
I glanced down at the cum cooling on my skin. With a shrug, I grabbed my t-shirt and wiped myself off. Once the evidence of our fun had been removed, we settled back into our beds and gazed at one another through our phone screens.
“Feck, I miss ya, like,” I sighed, scrubbing my palm down my face.
“I miss ya, too.” When Ronan paused, I knew he had something on his mind.
“What’s that face for, now?” I asked.
“I just… I dunno.” He looked away and scratched the back of his neck.
“Nah, go on. What’s on ya mind, like?”
Ronan’s eyes locked with mine through the phone. “Y’given any thought t’ what ya gonna do next? Now Tess and Declan are back together.”
“Aye, all the feckin’ time,” I admitted with a smile. “If I could just feck off in the middle o’ the night, I’d be wi’ ya already… I just dunno how t’ explain it t’ Dec without startin’ a conversation I’m not sure I’m ready t’ be havin’ just yet, like.”
“Aye, I get ya.” Ronan nodded. There was something so sad about his expression and it cut me deeply.
I missed him so fucking much, I couldn’t stand it, and I knew my indecision was hurting us both.
That was a tough pill to swallow. I could live with the pain, but I never wanted Ronan to suffer and especially not because of me.
Realisation washed over me – maybe that was the key.
If I couldn’t be brave for myself, baring the truth I’d kept buried all this time, perhaps I could do it for Ronan.
This mattered. I wasn’t living without him, simply surviving.
How long would he wait for me to get my head out of my hole? I didn’t want to find out.
“Y’still where y’told me last?” I asked, overcome with urgency.
“Uh, aye – on the West side, wee place not far from Clifden by the coast.”
I held his eye contact for a moment, intensity blazing between us. I grinned, pushing my hair from my eyes.
“Stay put. I’m on me way.”
I didn’t give Ronan a chance to respond, just hung up and sprang to my feet. I kicked my soiled t-shirt from my path, snatching a fresh one from the wardrobe and righting my jeans before jumping out through the front door to put my shoes on. I needed to see Declan now, before I lost my nerve.
I’d barely made it halfway when I ran into the fella himself. He seemed surprised to see me, faltering.
“‘Ey, there y’are. Was just comin’ t’ knock ya.”
“All a’right?” I asked, hoping I wasn’t looking as antsy and nervous as I felt.
“Aye, grand.” When Declan cast his gaze over me, brows furrowing with confusion I knew he’d picked up on my turmoil, but before I could get to explaining myself, he spoke.
“Listen, now. Tess an’ I’d be thinkin’ o’ gettin’ outta here, like.
I’ve had enough o’ Appleby t’ last me a feckin’ lifetime.
Thought a wee fresh start was on the cards, what says yourself? ”
I could barely believe it and a grin spread across my face. “Aye, quality idea, fella. I know just where t’ head – unless y’had somethin’ else planned, now?”
Declan shrugged. “Nowhere special. What y’thinkin’?”
“Clifden. West Ireland, by the coast. I’d be fancyin’ a wee bit o’ Irish sea breeze, like.”
I didn’t like to say there was something far more important than the fucking breeze calling me to Clifden, but Declan didn’t need to know all the details. Not yet at least.
“Feck me, aye. Let’s do it. When ya—”
“Today.” I interrupted. “Let’s get the feck outta here. Gettin’ meself packed up right now, like.”
Declan turned on his heel. “Crackin’. I’ll go tell Tess. Catch up wi’ ya in a few, like?”
“Aye, no bother!” I shouted as he jogged back to his caravan.
Excitement and happiness exploded inside me and fist punched the air, running back to my own place.
What a stroke of luck – though it occurred to me that I was well overdue for some.
I had to be the unluckiest Irish fella who ever lived, but it looked like the tide was finally turning and that was all thanks to Ronan.
It took me less time than I’d expected to pack up all my shite and get the caravan ready for transport.
Soon enough, I was sitting in my van, hitched up and ready to go.
I drummed my fingers on my steering wheel as I waited impatiently for Declan.
His new lease on life didn’t appear to have made him any timelier, but it was a small price to pay to have him with me on this journey.
I was the one leading them, following the pin Ronan had given me for his location.
I’d had a look on Maps and the place looked perfect.
It was small, with space for maybe ten caravans at a push and a short walk from the shore.
I couldn’t wait. My sat nav told me it was going to take me nine and a half hours, including a wee ferry trip and our estimated arrival time was in the wee hours of the morning.
That was fine by me, I wouldn’t have been able to sleep anyway.
Finally, Declan was ready and he cast me a thumbs up before jumping into his van.
Tess smiled at me and climbed into the passenger side.
We were off. I put the van into gear and headed out, waving to the odd familiar face as we passed.
I wasn’t sure when we’d be back here again and for once I didn’t much care.
Appleby had been a source of such joy and quality memories, but these last few months?
I wasn’t sure I wanted to see this town again for a wee while.
With each mile I put between us and Appleby was another mile closer to Ronan and I couldn’t fucking wait.
I wondered what was going through his mind.
Would he be waiting for me when I arrived?
It was going to be the middle of the night, but I knew I’d have waited up for him if our positions had been reversed.
It didn’t matter. All I cared about was finally being reunited with the fella I loved.