Chapter Seventeen #2
“I miss your ass. Man, do I ever miss your ass. Have I told you how much I love it? It’s just great.”
“I can always hear it again,” Kip said.
“I miss your thighs. Miss being between them.”
“I love having you there.” Kip moved his hand over to his cock and started casually fondling it outside his jeans. He watched Scott watch him. “How you doing there?” he asked.
“Good…” Scott said, his voice husky and quiet.
“Why don’t you join me?”
Scott gave him an adorable smile and moved his hand to his own sweatpants. He massaged his cock through the fabric with one big hand.
“Yeah,” Kip said. “There you go.” He flicked the button on his fly open as he watched pleasure take hold of his boyfriend. He was so beautiful, and Kip absolutely loved helping him shed the stress and responsibilities of his job and just lose himself. Every time.
Kip unzipped his own fly and peeled back the denim, leaving it hanging open. He gave his cock a squeeze through his briefs, then folded his arms behind his head as he settled in to watch the show.
Scott lifted his hips and shucked his pants. He was still wearing his gray briefs. Kip approved. For now.
“Jesus,” Kip said, nodding at the solid bulge in Scott’s shorts. “That didn’t take long.”
Scott grinned lazily and went back to rubbing himself. Kip watched his hand dip down to caress his balls through the fabric, gripping and pulling them lightly.
“You just gonna watch?” Scott asked, his speech slurring already.
“For now.”
Scott slipped his hand inside the waistband of his briefs and grabbed onto his cock. Kip watched the shape of his hand under the cotton as Scott stroked himself.
“You do a lot of this,” Kip asked, “on the road?”
“Mostly in the shower. I think about you every time now.”
A wet spot was forming on the gray fabric of Scott’s briefs. Already.
“How about you remove the curtain there?” Kip suggested. “I wanna see.”
“You still have your jeans on,” Scott pointed out, hand still moving inside his briefs.
“Fine,” Kip said with an exaggerated sigh. He removed his jeans and underwear in one move, then bent the knee that was farthest from the laptop. He placed his hands behind his head again.
“Oh wow.” Scott quickly removed his own shorts, and now Kip had a spectacular view of Scott’s naked body from his head to the middle of his thighs.
“Jesus, look at you,” Kip said. “Fuck, I miss that beautiful cock of yours. Let’s see it.”
Scott stroked his hand over it, letting his thumb drag through the precome that had gathered at the tip, and smearing it all over the head.
“You got lube with you, Hunter?” Kip asked.
“Yeah, I brought some. It’s right…” Scott leaned out of the frame for a second. “Here.” He poured some out of the bottle directly onto his cock. Kip’s own dick twitched.
Scott began stroking himself in earnest, the slick liquid allowing him to get a rhythm going. He watched himself as he jerked off, then gazed at Kip with hooded eyes. “You gotta… Kip, you gotta touch yourself too. Please. Do this with me, okay? I wanna see you.”
“Mm, I want to. You look so fucking sexy, Scott.”
“Do it. God, you’re so hard. So gorgeous. Exactly what I think about when I’m alone.”
That was enough for Kip to grab the lube from the nightstand and get to work. He curled his fingers around his aching cock and gave a few slow strokes.
“F-u-uck.” Kip shuddered at the relief. He smiled and closed his eyes for a second as his head rolled back. When he opened his eyes again, Scott was grinning at him.
“Feel good?” Scott asked, breathless.
“Yeah. Feels real fucking good. Gonna go slow so I can watch you. Don’t wanna miss anything.” Kip sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and chewed it a little.
“C-can’t wait ’til I’m back there with you. All I can think about is how much I want that dick in me.”
“Oh yeah? Thought you were gonna fuck me against a wall.”
“Can’t decide. Fuck. Wanna do everything. I love you.”
Kip gasped and involuntarily sped up his hand. “I love you too, Scott. Fuck, I love you so much. God, you’re so sexy. I’m so fucking hot for you right now.”
Scott was pumping his hand hard and fast. His arm muscles flexed and strained as he pushed himself closer to the edge.
“I’m gonna give you whatever you want when you walk in that door,” Kip said. “Drop to my knees. Fuck, I’d like that. Right there in the hallway.”
Scott whimpered and kept pumping. “I’m so close, Kip…”
He was making the lovely, desperate gasps he always made when he was riding the edge. Kip could see the flush on his chest, could see his thick thighs trembling.
It was all working for Kip. He felt his own climax start to take hold, curling and tightening deep inside. “Come on,” he said. “You’re so beautiful when you come. Let me see. Show me.”
Scott panted and swore and gritted out, “Here…here.”
He came in long, hot streams against his chest and stomach. Kip watched, making sure to glance up at Scott’s euphoric face as he rode the waves of release.
“Oh, sweetheart. That’s gorgeous,” Kip purred.
Scott made a noise between panting and laughter, and slumped back against the pillows, eyes closed, still slowly stroking himself as his orgasm subsided. “Kip…” he moaned. “That was incredible. So fucking good.”
“Yeah? It looked good.”
Scott let go of his dick and opened his eyes. “Wanna see you. Are you close? You look like you’re close.”
“Getting there. I’m feeling really good over here.”
“Good.”
“Love you like that,” Kip said. “All spent and happy. Look like you’re drunk.”
“I feel a little drunk. Want you to feel this way too.”
“I’m gonna… Ah…” Kip moved his hand faster and used his other one to tug at his balls. “Fuck, god…”
He was close. He was really close. His balls tightened and blood rushed in his ears, nearly drowning out Scott’s breathy encouragements. “Yeah, Kip. Come on. So pretty.”
Kip looked at the screen, saw Scott’s sex-drunk face and his thick, softening cock lying on his thigh. Saw the glistening white mess that streaked his muscular torso. And then he shattered and yelled out into Scott’s bedroom as he came. His release covered his fist and trickled onto his thigh.
Kip sank back into the pillows, arms spread wide on the bed. “Goddamn,” he panted.
“Feel good?”
“Fucking amazing.”
They both laughed a little.
“How many days until you’re home again?” Kip asked, knowing the answer.
“Four and a bit,” Scott said.
“Too fucking many.”
“I know.” Then Scott snorted.
“What?” Kip asked.
“Nothing. Just, I’ve never come that hard from my own hand before. That was something else.”
Kip grinned. “Happy to help.”
“I want to spend a solid week with you in the apartment when I get home.”
Kip laughed, but something unpleasant pinged inside him.
In the apartment. Like always.
His anxiety must have shown on his face, because Scott’s tone was concerned when he said, “Kip?”
Kip blinked and forced a smile. “I should get cleaned up.”
“Oh, yeah. Me too. I’ll call you tomorrow, all right?”
“Okay. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
Kip ended the Skype session and frowned at the ceiling.
Don’t freak out. You just had fantastic video sex with your boyfriend. Nothing is bad.
Except he would trade a hundred video sex sessions for one walk in the park with his boyfriend.
Or to be able to bring his boyfriend home to meet his parents.
Or to, you know, tell people that he had a boyfriend.
He pushed himself off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean up.
Maybe when Scott got home, things would be different.