17. Gabe #2
The three paragraphs he’d written so far could wait a bit.
He grabbed the drawing board again and pulled up a new file in Procreate.
Brandon had cropped his reference photo tightly, with just his hand on his cock, a bit of belly, and a peek of hairy thighs, but it was more than enough to inspire Gabe.
Brandon’s cock was curved just slightly to the left, and while drawing it in person had been a dream, now he could zoom in.
He quickly blocked in the shapes he was seeing before he started on adding color.
He didn’t always add color to his drawings, leaving them in a pen and ink style, but Brandon was worthy of color, of details, of adding layer after layer of undertones and shadows, highlighting the vein on the underside of his cock and the cracks he had on his knuckles after someone slashed his hand in a game the other night, leaving damage even through his padded gloves.
Gabe’s mind went quiet as he puzzled out each stroke of the pencil, each new color he added.
There were a number of things that Gabe was good at, but there was nothing he felt as good at as this, looking at an image and creating a drawing to honor it.
Drawing was always the way he connected his mind and his heart and his body, and getting to engage somewhat intimately with this photo Brandon had taken and sent to him made it feel like Brandon wasn’t presently in Texas.
He added the rough watercolor paper texture that he usually used to ground his digital work, and before he could overthink it, he sent it back to Brandon.
To Gabe’s surprise, Brandon called him.
“Hi,” Gabe said, relaxing into the pillows at the head of his bed.
“Oh my god,” Brandon said, his voice deep and raspy. “I can’t believe you did that all in, what, twenty minutes?”
“It’s rough,” Gabe hedged. “If I had a couple hours, I could make it really good.”
“I’d frame a doodle you did on a napkin, so you know I’m easy to impress.”
“Or I’m very impressive.” Gabe appreciated constructive feedback on his work from his professors and some classmates. Compliments that were freely given didn’t do it for him. But he liked to bask in the awe that came out of Brandon’s mouth.
“I think that might be it.”
“It was nice to get to draw a dick I’m more intimately familiar with than normal.”
“Yeah?”
“The biggest challenge was the one we ran into in Iowa, though.”
“What’s that?”
“I was hard as a rock the whole time I was drawing you.” No one sends nudes in a casual, platonic way. An unsolicited nude was always going to be from someone horny for you.
He heard Brandon gasp. “Yeah? Have you taken care of that yet?”
“I was just about to.”
“Are you going to laugh at me if I ask you what you’re wearing?”
Gabe laughed. “I’d never laugh at you. I’m just in sweats and a t-shirt. Unfortunately, I’m wearing underwear.”
“You’re alone? Are you in bed?”
“Yeah,” Gabe sighed, giving himself a squeeze through his sweats. He’d been hard for a while with zero relief.
“Can you pull them down a little? Or off?”
“I’m taking them off.” Gabe slid out of his sweats and boxer briefs, shivering in the cold air. “Fucking Minnesota winter.”
“Get under the covers, then.”
Gabe did what he was told.
“Can I touch myself?” Gabe asked.
“Yes. Go slow. Light touches.”
Gabe wrapped his fingers around himself, hoping no one was listening to his call. The cat flap on his door was shut, Otis nowhere to be found. Parker was with Lucas, which Gabe would have to push out of his mind. At least he wouldn’t be able to overhear.
“I can’t stop thinking about the way your hand felt on me.”
“Really?” Brandon’s voice was shy again, like he couldn’t imagine someone was out there desiring him.
“Your hands are so calloused. Fuck, they felt amazing.” Gabe fucked into his tight hand, thinking about what he’d do if he ever got Brandon in his bed.
He closed his eyes, picturing Brandon alone in a hotel room with two beds. “What are you wearing?”
“I’m not,” Brandon said, a smile in his voice.
“Okay, sexy boy, I’m listening. Are you touching yourself?”
“Yes,” Brandon said, a whisper or a hiss that went straight to Gabe’s dick.
Gabe was used to straightforward sex. He met someone hot, they did the deed, and then they either never spoke again or hooked up a couple more times.
It resulted in a wide variety of satisfaction and had never produced the level of sheer eroticism he got from Brandon. The tension, the distance, the buildup.
“When do you think I’ll see you next?”
“I don’t know,” Brandon said.
“The next time I see you, can I get on my knees for you? Take your length into my mouth, swallow you down?”
“Fuck, I’m getting close.”
“Me too. Thinking about how your dick would feel between my lips…”
“I want that so bad,” Brandon said, letting out a cry that Gabe assumed was his orgasm. “Fuck, I just came so hard.”
He had Brandon’s heavy breaths in his ear as he shut his eyes tight and pictured how it would feel to have Brandon holding the back of his head to keep him in place as he fucked deep into his mouth.
His own orgasm burst out of him, hard and intense. It was oddly joyful, and he laughed as he held his comforter above him to avoid having to do laundry for another few days.
“Did you come?”
“Yeah,” Gabe said, not being able to help the happy sigh that came out of him next. “Another memorable orgasm from you.”
“Memorable?” Brandon’s insecurity was creeping in again. If Gabe got his way, he’d figure out how to get Brandon more confidence.
“More than you know. Have you ever had phone sex?”
“You’re safe to assume anything we do together is the first time I’m doing it.”
“Okay,” Gabe said. “Then I will always be careful with you.”
“You don’t have to be too careful,” Brandon argued. If their roles were reversed, he knew Brandon would be holding him with the gentlest of kid gloves, and he intended to do the same.
When they hung up, Gabe realized he still had the photo of Brandon’s dick up on his screen.
He saved it to his private folder in his camera roll, then went to get cleaned up and find Otis.
Maybe convince one of his housemates to watch a movie with him.
He was tired. Weary. Plus, he had to wait up for Parker. His homework could wait.