Chapter 22 The Song Of What You Made Me Do
TWENTY-TWO
THE SONG OF WHAT YOU MADE ME DO
SEBASTIAN
The three-hour time difference wasn’t the worst part about talking to Alex on the phone.
Sure, it was a hassle, but one with solutions.
Sometimes I would sneak out of the library or step away from work to talk to him.
Other times, he had to stay up late. As long as we got to talk, everything was fine.
Not even the fact that we were so far apart—even though I hated that quite a lot—was what bothered me most. Every day, as I went to class or studied, he reminded me it was for the greater good, that if we were actually together, I wouldn’t be able to focus on my exams.
Besides, we were constantly sending each other voice messages anyway, and five of the six months before we could see each other again flew by.
With a heavy heart, we had decided not to meet in Vegas until my exams were over.
As it turned out, I had so much more to do than I had expected.
But now the flight was already booked, and soon I’d be counting days instead of weeks.
Despite the distance, I felt close to him, and if I wasn’t completely off in reading him, he was handling it about as well as I was.
No, what I hated most about video calling—and everyone I told thought I was crazy—was how fucking small my phone screen was.
I had to hold it ridiculously close to see his face properly.
If I’d had the option, I would have projected our calls onto the wall to make him larger than life, so I could take in every inch of him the way he deserved.
So, it was particularly frustrating when he answered our Sunday evening call bare-chested and with wet hair, because I couldn’t properly admire him. My mouth went dry, making me regret, once again, that I still had to wait a few more weeks before I could see him in person.
“Why are you naked?” I asked. My smirk stared back at me from the lower right corner of the screen and blocked his nipple, so I swiped it aside.
“Because you called ten minutes early,” he said, picking up the laptop he’d used to answer.
He sat down on the bed in his room. “And to distract you as much as possible.” For a moment, the camera showed only his stomach and the top of his hips, covered by a beige towel.
Since the laptop rested on his legs, it filmed him from a position I wished I were in.
“That’s clearly working.”
I leaned closer to the screen for a better view, but just then he tilted the camera up, bringing his upper chest and face back into frame.
He grinned at me. “Want to see more?”
My eyes flicked past the clutter on the floor to the open door of my room.
Nora was staying over at Raul’s for once, so I had the place to myself, but still…
I jumped up and locked the door, just in case.
Nora had a knack for coming back at the worst possible times.
I rushed toward my bed, threw myself on it, and settled into my cushions, stretching out my legs.
The whole time, my eyes stayed glued to the screen, so I wouldn’t miss a second.
Alex blinked his right eye shut. “Are you ready?”
“Oh, I am so ready.”
We’ve done some pretty naughty things online over the past few months, and I won’t deny I enjoyed it a lot.
In the beginning, we only jerked off together, a little shy about even showing our dicks, but it quickly turned into full-on private cam sessions.
Now, I’ve got a whole password-protected folder on my phone filled with images and videos he sent me over the months, along with pictures of me I took and sent back.
Alex stood up and held the laptop above his face, revealing his whole body. He tucked his left hand behind the towel and let it drop. “Whoops! How’d that happen?”
My right hand drifted to my crotch while my left brought the phone closer to my face. His dick wasn’t hard yet, but it was already halfway there.
Damn. I wish I could see it better. Or touch it.
“Why are you making that face, Seb?” he asked, bringing the camera down right in front of his cock without hesitation.
“Didn’t you get a good enough look?” His firm balls pushed his shaft forward even more.
He turned and set the laptop on the bed.
With both hands free now, he ran them over his dick, fingers wrapping around his shaft and stroking it gently. “Better?”
“Yeah,” I said, biting my lower lip. “I still wish I could see all of you.”
“No problem.” He climbed onto the mattress, tilted the camera up, and knelt in front of it. Now his whole body was visible in the frame, though his dick was still the main focus. He kept stroking, making himself fully hard.
I slipped my hand under my waistband and wrapped it around my cock.
Alex glanced at the camera as if he could look straight into my eyes.
His piercing gaze, combined with his focused strokes and the way his body moved as he enjoyed his own hand as if it were mine, made me want to crawl through the screen.
“This is good,” I said. “I love seeing you like this.”
“What would you do to me if you were here?” he asked.
After all these months, I had figured out that sometimes he found listening to me even hotter than watching me.
At first, it was only a theory—because he always asked questions like this—but after two months of constant sexting, I put it to the test one Friday evening.
I sent him a few naughty voice messages and told him to only listen to them when he was alone.
Ten minutes later, I received a photo of his cum-covered cock and a confession that it had turned him on so much that he couldn’t hold back.
Now, whenever we called, and he put on a show, he rarely asked me to do anything in return. Instead, he always made me tell him about my dirty ideas. And I was happy to oblige.
“I’d take the place of the camera,” I responded to his question. “Lying under you like this, taking all of you in… I would open my mouth, stick out my tongue, and slowly lick over your balls, working my way up your shaft to the tip and take you fully into my mouth.”
“Would you let me fuck your mouth?” His fingers moved up and down, gradually speeding up.
“Until you came deep in my throat. But that wouldn’t be the end.
I know you’ve got another round inside you.
” I unzipped my pants, pulled out my dick, and started jerking off, too, my eyes glued to him.
“I would get completely undressed, turn around, and lie on my stomach, spreading my legs, so you’d have the best view of where your cock would go next. ”
“I’d probably have a taste first,” Alex said, his breathing turning heavier.
I brought the phone closer to my mouth, lowering my voice to a whisper.
“Good choice. Your tongue working my ass always drives me crazy.” I moved the phone away from my mouth to look at Alex again.
“But I wouldn’t last long like that,” I went on.
“I would beg you to fuck me. Gosh, I wish you’d put your dick inside me right now.
I want you to wrap your arms around my chest, pull me close, and push into me, using the cum from your first orgasm as lube. ”
“That’s so freaking hot.”
“Then you’d fuck me until I scream the house down. And when I feel your dick twitch inside of me, I’d come all over the bed.”
Alex moaned. I stroked myself harder, the image of him coming inside me flashing through my mind. My whole body tensed. The pleasure rushed up through me. I let out a loud moan as I came onto my stomach.
I closed my eyes for a second, imagining it was Alex’s hand stroking me, when his voice cut through. Luckily, I looked back at the screen just in time to see him shoot his load toward the camera, spilling it all over his bed. His eyes were closed, too.
“Wow. So hot,” I whispered, wishing I could feel his cum on my body.
Alex blinked his eyes open, his fingers still wrapped around his dick, and the moment he looked at his laptop, he burst out laughing. “Shit.” He leaned to the side, and a second later, his hand came back into frame, holding three tissues. “I need a minute.”
“Same,” I replied, setting my phone on the bed without ending the call, and pushing myself up.
Three minutes later, Alex was wearing a dark green shirt and sitting on the floor, leaning against the bedframe. His eyes moved around, the light from the screen reflecting in them.
“Sorry, I needed a moment in the bathroom,” I said, not telling him that our spontaneous session had wound me up so much that I shook out another load in the bathroom. I didn’t know what came over me, but I couldn’t stop myself.
“No worries. We’ve still got ten minutes.”
My heart sank. Over our escapades, I had entirely forgotten why we had called each other in the first place. In ten minutes, our crowdfunding campaign would end.
This morning, I checked the dashboard, and we were still about five hundred dollars short of our ten-thousand-dollar goal, which wasn’t as promising as I’d hoped.
We had worked hard on this over the past few months.
After some back-and-forth, we had settled on the band name “Hide The Boys” and set up all our social media accounts.
We posted every day using the demos we had recorded, along with videos Nora and Alex had taken of me singing the songs.
We had even already organized a small concert for when he visited me, on the off chance the campaign succeeded.
But although we gained over ten thousand followers in three months, only around two hundred of them actually paid for physical copies of the album.
In my head, the music was good enough that I thought we’d hit our goal within a day. Obviously, I was wrong.
I didn’t want to give up hope yet—things can change in the last minutes of these campaigns—but I had to be ready for the possibility that we would end the day at zero.
“Are you okay?” Alex asked.
“I am…” I started, but who was I kidding? “…not.”
“It’s not over yet.”
“Still, I…” I hesitated. “I feel like I let you down. I know that’s stupid, and I know you don’t see it that way, even if we don’t hit the goal. But still… You deserve this so much. You deserve for people to hear this.”
“You know you deserve that too, right? This is our project. Without you, most of these songs wouldn’t exist. And the others wouldn’t be anywhere near where they are. If anything, I’m the one who should be sorry I couldn’t do more for the campaign. I want the world to hear your voice the way I do.”
“You’ve done everything you could—”
“And so did you. So, let’s not sulk or assign blame. This is all a win. We got two hundred people to give us money without even hearing the full versions. That’s more than most people get. Ten thousand followers means we did something right. We just have to stay calm and keep going.”
“It’s not a sprint, it’s a marathon, huh?”
“Damn. You just sounded like your dad,” Alex laughed.
“It was one of his phrases, so…” My mood shifted. There were two thousand three hundred miles between us during one of the most important moments of our lives. “Man, I wish I could hug you right now.”
“Me too,” he said, his eyes glued to the screen. After three seconds, he leaned forward, his green shirt covering the camera for a moment.
“Did you just hug your laptop?”
“It was the next best thing.” He leaned back, his smile making my heart ache. “Soon, Sebastian. We’ll get through these last four weeks. We’ll simply do what we did today every day from now on.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“You’re the one with the tight schedule. But if showing you my dick helps you focus on your studies, I’m all for it.”
“It does. So, be prepared.” We laughed again before falling quiet. I glanced at the time in the top right corner of my phone and realized the final minute had already begun. “I really don’t dare look.”
“If it’s too much, that’s fine. I can do it.”
“Is it okay if I close my eyes for a second?”
“Sure.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. I needed to breathe. I knew this wasn’t going to end well. Nearly ten percent were missing only half an hour ago. Miracles like that don’t happen. But no matter how it ended, Alex was right. This was only our first shot. If it didn’t work out now, it wouldn’t be the end.
The sound of Alex clicking on his laptop pulled me back to the present. He breathed heavily.
“It’s over, isn’t it?” I opened my eyes.
Alex’s face was frozen as if our connection had been lost, but then he blinked, his eyes widening by the second.
“Seb,” he whispered. “Someone swooped in at the last minute.” He slowly lifted his gaze. “We did it.”