Chapter 3 – James #2
“I’ll call Leon, and then I might try to get some more sleep. You guys have fun and let me know how the pool is.”
Linda and Howard’s smiles were easy, but his mom’s held a hint of tension. James tried to ease it with a hug and another wish for her to have a good night.
Meanwhile, that ball in James’ stomach seemed dead set on keeping him from having a good night. It bounced around his still mostly empty stomach, knocking against his breastbone and causing his chest to ache as he brushed his teeth and changed into pajamas.
He propped a few pillows behind his back, hoping maybe he could scare away the ball the same way he sometimes got rid of heartburn, but all that did was make his lower back cramp up.
On top of that, his neck still ached from falling asleep on the plane, and his left knee had been twinging since he turned too quickly in the office the previous Monday.
Leon had tossed a stress ball at him and, as always, he hadn’t been quick enough to catch it.
God, he was getting old. It really was past time for him to move out of his mom’s house.
If it hadn’t been for her cancer, he would have moved out right after college, but nothing in his life had ever gone to plan.
That was probably why he’d all but given up on planning for the future, but maybe, somewhere in the back of his mind, he had thought it would be him and his mom forever.
The dynamic duo, just them against the world.
He should have assumed things would change when she met Howard and Linda, and likewise when he met Leon…but he hadn’t. Or at least, he hadn’t come to terms with it, and he assumed Leon hadn’t given it any thought either, given that he’d never even so much as hinted at James moving in with him.
The past several months, it had felt like Leon was purposefully avoiding talking about the future. He was still grappling with almost having lost Hailey, and now she was getting ready to leave for school.
Oh, no.
It was pretty poor timing on the universe’s part that the same month Hailey would be moving out, James might be trying to move in. He knew firsthand how hard change could be. Would it be too much change for Leon?
James’ stomach gave an angry jolt, and he curled his knees to his chest and buried his face in his arms.
Once again proving that the universe had no sense of timing, his phone vibrated with Leon’s text pattern.
Not even stopping to read the message, James snatched up his phone and hit dial.
Leon answered on the second ring, his voice a little breathless. “Hi, darlin’. You didn’t have to call. I was just seeing what you were up to.”
James stared up at the beige ceiling. “Not much. Just…feeling old.”
Leon’s laugh had almost the same cadence as the waves crashing against the side of the boat.
It washed over James and eased the tension in his neck and back, and even his knee seemed to calm down.
The ball began to glow, low and warm in his belly, and he rolled onto his side, grabbing a pillow and pulling it against his chest.
“Isn’t the stereotype that old folks love cruises? Are you finding that your mensch-like tendencies fit in a little too well with the older crowd?”
“No,” James said indignantly, even as he failed to keep a smile off his face. “I’m just sore and stiff.”
Leon hummed. “Did we go too hard last night?”
James could feel his cheeks heat from where one of them was pressed into the sheets. “We went just the right amount of…hard.” This time Leon’s laugh was sharper, and James harumphed. “I meant my neck and back hurt from the plane ride.”
“Well, that’s much less fun. Go back to telling me how you’re just the right amount of hard.”
James rolled his eyes, but his dick gave an interested twitch. They’d never had phone sex before. It wasn’t really the sort of thing James would do on a worknight, with his mom in the other room, and he was in Leon’s bed every weekend night so there had never been much of a point.
“Is…that what you want to do right now?”
The silence on the other end of the line would have shattered his confidence a few months ago, but now he knew Leon sometimes needed a moment to gather his thoughts.
“I wasn’t actually expecting you to respond to my text. Figured you’d be busy wining and dining and sunbathing, or whatever.”
He only debated telling Leon about the conversation at dinner for a second, before he rolled onto his back and traced his fingers over the waistband of his pajama pants.
“The sun is setting, and I only had soda with dinner.”
“So, what you’re saying is you’re completely sober and consenting?” Leon asked, his voice still teasing.
James dipped his fingers under his waistband and teased them through his pubic hair. “I am of sound mind and hard dick.”
Leon laughed, a full-body thing that rolled through James, from the tips of his reddened ears all the way down to his dick.
“Alright, darlin’, I hear you loud and clear. I was probably going to jerk off before going to bed anyways. We can…” Leon’s voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Jerk off together?”
James shoved down his pants and boxers and said, a little breathlessly, “Okay.”
“My eager little mensch,” Leon growled, and there was some shuffling on his end, and the sound quality changed, as if he’d set the phone on speaker. “Are you hard and wet already?”
James shivered, kicking off his clothes and fisting the sheet to pull over himself. Their suite was a little chilly, but he wasn’t going to get up and change that now. “I’m getting there. Are you?”
“Getting there,” Leon said, and the distinct sound of skin moving on skin came through the phone.
“Are you stroking yourself?” James asked, his fingers gently tracing over his own dick.
“I am,” Leon said, the noise growing steadily louder. “Are you? Or…are you going to finger yourself?”
Leon’s breath hitched, and James closed his eyes, picturing the way Leon’s hand must have just stuttered over his dick. He was probably clenching his teeth, somehow always surprised at his own pleasure, even as he desperately chased more.
If James was there with him, he would give him more. More strokes to his beautiful dick, more kisses and bites. He would give Leon the entire world if he could—too bad he might as well be on the other side of it right now.
All he could do was join Leon in his pleasure across the crackling phone line.
James let out a soft breath and dipped two fingers down between his folds. Unfortunately, he wasn’t very wet yet, and despite what he’d said to Leon, he actually was a little sore from the back-to-back rounds they’d had last night.
“I might just stick to my dick.” He wasn’t sure what propelled him to say it, but he murmured, “Maybe you could finger yourself? Get yourself ready for me?”
Leon exhaled sharply, and the line fell silent. The ball in James’ belly continued to pulse warmly, so he kept his shoulders relaxed and teased his foreskin back, rubbing at the small, sensitive nub. A jolt of pleasure shot through him, and he moaned.
“Fuck,” Leon said, his voice surprisingly rough around the edges. “You sound so sexy…want to bend you over…or, I guess, let you bend me over?”
“Gotta prep first, baby. If you want me to use your favorite dildo, you’ll need at least three fingers first.”
Since Valentine’s Day, James had only topped a handful of times.
Twice had been when he’d asked to, but the other times had been when Leon seemed to be having a particularly rough time and wanted James to get him out of his head.
He could do that while bottoming for Leon, too, drawing out his orgasms or pushing him to have multiple in one session, but there was just something about bottoming that always seemed to get Leon out of his head.
“O-okay,” Leon said. “Gimme a sec…”
There was some rustling and the sound of a drawer opening.
“It’s been a little while,” Leon grumbled, but a lid clicked open and, after a few moments, clicked shut.
“Start nice and slow, baby. Don’t want to hurt you,” James said, absolutely no idea where all this dirty talk was coming from. His fingers were still slowly circling his dick, but his entire focus was on the soft noises and small grunts coming through the phone.
“Yeah, I…it’s…tight,” Leon groaned.
“Slow…tease around your hole, get it nice and wet, and when you’re ready, press just the tip in.”
Leon presumably did as James said, because after some more grunting he let out a soft moan.
“That’s it, baby. Give yourself time to adjust. Slow movements, in and out, and you can curl your finger, if you’d like.”
James could almost feel it on his own finger, the warm, tight heat that was Leon’s body.
“Can’t…find…it’s a hard angle…I don’t usually—”
Leon’s voice cut off in a high-pitched whimper.
“Yeah?” James said, his fingers stilling on himself.
Leon didn’t respond. There was more shuffling and then—
“Fuck! James, I…right there.”
James flexed his fingers. “Why don’t you try slow circles? Just rub your finger over it, maybe give it a light tap.”
Leon whimpered and began to moan more steadily.
“Keep doing that, baby. Are you still stroking your cock?”
Leon’s answering whimper sort of sounded like “uh-uh.”
“Stroke yourself, base to tip. If you feel ready, you can try thrusting your fingers, but—”
“N-no…feels…so good,” Leon whined.
“Okay, then just keep circling and tapping, like you’re hitting a key on that loud clacky keyboard of yours.”
A shaky laugh was followed immediately by a much louder moan.
“Why…does that sound so ridiculous…but feel so fucking good?”
“Cause you like it when I play with your spot, baby,” James said, grinning up at the ceiling as he began stroking himself again. “You like it when I rub it and tap it and hit it with my strap.”
“Y-yes,” Leon gasped.
“Good. Keep going, I want you nice and ready for me.”
“It’s too good,” Leon pleaded. “Not gonna–”
“Don’t stop, baby.”
Leon’s breathing was heavy through the phone, and he only lasted another minute.
“F-fuck, I’m…I’m…”
“Come for me,” James whispered, his fingers stilling, nowhere near his own release.