Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Tommy’s phone pinged, announcing the arrival of a text, and he flew across the apartment to peer at the screen. When he read the words, he couldn’t help smiling.
Lock your door—now. Skype on & present within reach. Waiting for you….
He put the phone down and scooted across the apartment to check he’d actually locked the door.
Ben was out for the night—where, Tommy had no idea—and the rest of the Wellington family were upstairs, watching a movie.
They’d asked Tommy if he wanted to join them, but he’d declined graciously. All he wanted was to see Mike.
He sank down onto the couch and opened the laptop, his mouth dry, his breathing quickening.
He’d been unable to stop thinking about Mike all day, his thoughts a whirling, confusing muddle.
There’d been very few Saturdays when he hadn’t seen the sexy bartender, but unlike the previous occasion weeks ago, today had been the first time Tommy had been unhappy not to be seeing him.
His hours with Mike had become important to him, and although he’d see him on the screen, it was definitely not the same thing.
The laptop was on his knee, Skype was loaded, and Tommy waited for the incoming call notes, his heart beating just that little bit faster. On the couch beside him sat the gift-wrapped box. The number of occasions that past week when he’d been dying of curiosity to know what was inside….
“There you are.”
Damn, just hearing that voice made Tommy feel good. He grinned at the screen, where Mike’s head, shoulders, and bare chest could be seen. “Hey. You in a hotel?”
Mike nodded, shoving a pillow behind his head and leaning against it. “And seeing you makes up for this crappy day.” He smiled. “You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to seeing you.”
Oh, I wouldn’t be too sure ’bout that.
Tommy couldn’t give voice to the thought, however. He still found it difficult to share how he felt, in spite of Mike telling him that was what he wanted. “Why was it a crappy day? D’you get a lot of business done?” Mike had told him he’d gone away to California to do some consultation work.
Mike groaned. “This has been one fucked up day. Nothing I’d planned came off.” His expression softened. “The thought of seeing you was the only thing keeping me going.”
“Oh.” Inside, Tommy kind of… melted at Mike’s words.
He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something was different about his lover.
Maybe it was the unguarded way he was regarding Tommy.
Whatever it was, it gave him a nudge to be bolder.
“I… I missed you this week.” It was the plain, unvarnished truth.
Mike stared at him in silence. Then he smiled, and it lit up his face, reaching his eyes and making them shine. “I missed you too,” he said softly. “Listen, there’s something I want to talk to you about. How’d you like to come away with me for a few days during spring break?”
“Really?” Tommy gaped, openmouthed. “Like, where?” His heart was pounding at the thought. This was different. This was… adult. Not that what they were doing wasn’t adult. It just felt…. Damn it, he messes with my head.
“Wherever you want,” Mike said simply. “I’ve got enough frequent flier miles for us to go anywhere you’d like. Panama City, or maybe even down to Fort Lauderdale or Key West.” His eyes sparkled. “Maybe a gay resort?”
Tommy’s heartbeat sped up. “Wow, that sounds… great.” And terrifying. And illicit. And a whole bunch of other adjectives, all of which made his mouth dry and his body tingle. “Do I have to decide right now?”
Mike laughed. “No. We can talk about it when I see you next Saturday. You’ve only got this next week before spring break begins, that right?”
He nodded.
“Well then, it can wait till next weekend. We can always try to book something last minute. The main thing is, you have a think about where you’d like to go.” He lifted his eyebrows. “That’s assuming, of course, that you do want to go away with me.”
“Oh, I do!” Tommy hurried to assure him. He smiled. “I’ve never been on a plane before.”
Mike chuckled. “This is turning out to be a year of firsts for you, isn’t it?” He grinned. “So, did you manage to get through the week without peeking at my present?”
Tommy laughed. “You don’t have much faith in me, do you?” He grabbed the gift and held it where Mike could see it. “There. Satisfied?”
“Well, that depends.” Mike’s voice suddenly had this husky quality that went straight to Tommy’s dick. “Is the door locked like I said?”
“Uh-huh.” Tommy swallowed.
“No chance we’re gonna be disturbed?” Quieter.
“Uh-uh.”
“Then open it.”
Tommy tore at the paper, ripping it to shreds and tossing it onto the floor. He was holding a plain cardboard box, no indication of its contents. He lifted the lid and… stared.
“Well, take it out.” There was an impatient edge to Mike’s voice.
Tommy lifted out the dildo, which had lain on a cushion of tissue paper, and the small bottle of lube. “You bought me a dildo?” It was long and thick, a vibrator protruding from its base with a small dial that turned.
“Not exactly.” Well, damn. Mike was blushing. “Look closely at it.”
Tommy turned the dildo over in his hands and examined it. There was something familiar about it. With a rush of heat, he realized what he was looking at. “Mike… this is your cock.”
Mike grinned. “Good boy. Nice to know you’re paying attention when you’re on your knees sucking me off.
” Tommy’s cheeks were on fire. “I bought a kit that lets you make a cast of your dick. Then you clone your cock.” He chuckled.
“I figured if I couldn’t be there in body, I could at least send part of me. ”
Tommy felt the heat flush over his whole face. He traced the contours of Mike’s dick, captured in silicone. Damn, it even had that thick vein that ran along the top, the one Tommy liked licking, ’cause it always made Mike shudder.
“Tommy.”
He jerked his head up, lost in his own little carnal world, and swallowed hard when he saw Mike on screen. His lover had set the laptop at a distance from him at the foot of the bed, and now Tommy could see Mike was naked, his legs spread, knees bent, his hand gently stroking that rigid cock.
“Tommy, you’re wearing far too many clothes.” Mike grinned. “Take ’em off.”
Oh… wow. He put down the dildo on the seat cushion beside him, then placed the laptop next to it. In a daze, Tommy rose to his feet and took off his T-shirt, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He couldn’t believe he was doing what Mike had asked, just because he’d asked it.
“It would be better if I could see you.” Mike’s voice sounded muffled coming from the speaker underneath the laptop, “so I’m just imagining you stripping for me.
” That husky quality again. It added to the whole…
wicked feel of the situation. Tommy fumbled with his belt, all fingers and thumbs. “You gone shy on me, Tommy?”
Heart quaking, Tommy stepped into the camera’s field of vision. Mike smiled.
“Oh, look at you.”
The way he was staring at Tommy sent blood rushing to his dick and made him feel light-headed and dizzy. He lowered the zipper on his jeans and pushed them down, stepped out of them and then straightened, feeling so self-conscious.
“God, you have a gorgeous cock.”
Fire rushed through him at Mike’s words, the whole situation still with that illicit feel to it.
When he was naked, Tommy sat on the couch and turned the laptop to face him, seeing his chest and above in the small screen. Mike shook his head, laughing.
“Uh-uh, I want to see all of you. Stick the laptop at the end of the couch, and make sure you can see yourself on your screen.”
Tommy did as directed, placing the laptop at the farthest end.
He caught sight of himself in the bottom right hand corner.
Lord, he looked positively wanton sitting there, naked as a jaybird.
He struggled to keep his breathing regular, but his gaze flitted between Mike’s wicked smile and slow, slow hand, and the sight of his own shaft, lengthening and thickening.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Mike stared at him, lips parted. “Shove some cushions behind you, so you’re comfortable. And then spread for me. Let me see you, Tommy.” His hand moved slowly over his dick, squeezing it, fingers stroking over his balls, his eyes never leaving Tommy.
Tommy bent one leg and pushed it against the back of the couch, and then placed his other foot on the floor. He shivered when he took in the view. Mike could see his ass, cock, balls…. “This feels….” Tommy shuddered, unable to finish the sentence.
“Show me how you jerk off,” Mike whispered.
Shock rocketed through him. “That’s… that’s private.”
Mike smiled. “Tommy, I’ve been inside you.
It doesn’t get any more private than that.
But I wanna see how you make yourself come, when it’s just you, alone in your room, your dick so hard it aches.
” He stroked the length of his cock. “Come on, baby. Show me. It’s just you and me.
Show me,” he coaxed. “Show me how you play with yourself.”
Tommy swallowed. “This… this is….”
“Scary?” Mike suggested, his expression warm.
“I know. But I want to know you, everything about you.” He fell silent, his gaze trained on Tommy.
“So imagine I’m there with you. I’m sitting at the end of your couch, watching you.
” He laughed softly. “Like I can keep my eyes off you, my hands off you.”
The look he fired at Tommy was so intense, it made his knees weaken.
“God, I wanna be touching you right now.”
“Yeah?” Tommy reveled in the feeling of power that coursed through him. He forgot about his fears, his inhibitions, and palmed his heavy, full cock, eyes focused on Mike. “Wish you were here too.”
“What would you want me to do, if I was there?” Mike licked his lips. Tommy’s new boldness faltered a little, and Mike smiled. “C’mon, we talked about this. Both of us telling the other how we felt, what we wanted….”