CHAPTER FIFTEEN #2
Tanner groaned. He wanted his mouth on Leif now. Whyyy were they like a thousand miles apart right now?
“Fuck, I need your cock,” Tanner said. “Take your cock out, Princess. I want to see it.”
The image on the screen spun dizzily for a moment before Tanner got a view of the ceiling. In the background, he could hear the rustle of clothing, then the image moved again and finally settled on Leif’s cock.
Seriously, Tanner would know that dick anywhere.
It was fucking perfect. Not too long, not too thick, just this perfect, gorgeously proportioned cock with a nice little turtleneck between these long, strong thighs sprinkled with a little bit of gold hair. Perfection.
Tanner wanted his face all up in there and all he could do right now was touch himself. He groaned.
“This okay?” Leif asked like Tanner was somehow not going to be into what was in his pants. Like he hadn’t been all about it every other time they hooked up or video chatted lately.
“Yeah,” Tanner said hoarsely. “Fuck you look good.”
Leif’s phone was farther away now, propped up on something so Tanner could see everything from mid-thigh to the top of Leif’s head.
Tanner watched as Leif played with his foreskin, tugging it back to show off the deep pink tip, a little bit of liquid glistening at the tip.
Tanner groaned again. Fuck this was so stupid hot. “Then what? If you had me hard and ready to go in your apartment after we got back from the club, what would you do next?”
“I’d—I’d take you to my bedroom and get you naked and all spread out on my bed.”
“Would you tie me up?”
“Uhh.” Leif blinked. “Yeah. If you want.”
Tanner shrugged. “It can be fun sometimes, but I don’t care either way.”
He wasn’t into it the way Mickey and Rafe were. Not that he blamed Mickey for wanting to tie up that himbo and have his way with him. Rafe was the prettiest giant slab of man meat around.
But Leif was the one he wanted to be in bed with right now.
“I’d tell you to grab the pillow over your head while I opened you up,” Leif said, licking his lips. “Take my time with you, make you all worked up.”
“I’m already worked up.”
Leif shot him a sly little grin. “Yeah, you’re getting off easy right now, Clayton. If I had you in my bed, I wouldn’t let you touch your cock while I got my fingers in your ass.”
Tanner groaned. Holy shit it was hot when Leif got a little casually bossy like this. He leaned over, grabbing the slim vibrating toy he’d gotten out earlier. “Can I use this on myself now?”
Leif squinted at the screen then said, “Yeah, but don’t turn it on. Just work it inside you and hold it there for now.”
“Okay.”
Tanner shifted so he had his knees bent, heels against his ass, thighs spread wide.
Leif licked his lips, his own strokes slowing. He was silent as Tanner slicked the toy and pushed it a little way inside.
Tanner moaned at the feeling. “Fuck that’s good. Not as good as your dick but …”
“I’d open you up so slowly it drove you crazy,” Leif promised. “Make you beg for it.”
“Fuck!” Tanner slid the toy in a little farther and clenched around it. “I bet your fingers would feel even better than this.”
He reached for his cock but he’d barely grazed his fingers across the shaft when Leif barked, “No! No touching until I tell you.”
Tanner groaned and let his head fall back. He’d had a lot of really fucking hot sex in his life but there was something about bossy Leif that got to him.
“Then what?” he asked, looking at the screen again. “What would you do if I was there with you?”
“I’d fuck you open with two of my fingers.” Leif nodded and Tanner started to fuck himself slowly with the toy. He wasn’t sure if he wanted Leif to bark at him not to or tell him to keep going but he definitely wasn’t mad when Leif just nodded approvingly.
“I’d kiss you all over while I opened your hole up. Your neck, your jaw, your pecs …”
“Oh fuck,” Tanner whispered. “Yeah, bite my nipples.”
Leif kept going and Tanner did his best to keep his eyes open as Leif touched himself while he told Tanner all that he wanted to do to him.
It wasn’t easy. The combination of Leif’s voice and the pressure of the toy inside him were driving him crazy.
He wanted to go hard, faster, but every time he tried, Leif reminded him to go slow.
“Look at me,” Leif said at one point and Tanner fluttered his eyes open to stare at Leif. “Pull the toy out.”
“What? No! Why?” Tanner asked, confused and frustrated but Leif just stared at him.
Tanner groaned but did as he was told, watching on the screen as his hole winked closed after a moment.
“Look at me again, Tanner.”
He lifted his gaze to meet Leif’s.
“Listen to me. When I tell you to, I want you to push that toy in you as hard and fast as you can take it. And then I want you to fuck yourself with it. Don’t hold back. Imagine it’s me fucking you like that. And when I tell you to, turn on the vibrator and come. You understand?”
Tanner nodded frantically. “Yeah. Yeah.” He repeated it back as well as he could remember.
Leif gave him a slow smile and there was something so hot about it Tanner felt sweat break out on his forehead and the back of his neck. “Good. Do you need more lube?”
“Probably a little,” Tanner admitted. He’d packed the water-based kind that dried a little more quickly.
“Do that now.”
Tanner did, trying not to squirm on the bed. He fucking needed something. A hand on his cock, the toy in his ass. Something. Anything.
When he was in position again, Leif gave him an approving nod. “Now, fuck yourself.”
Tanner moaned loudly, fucking the toy into himself hard and fast like Leif had told him to. The toy grazed his prostate with every thrust and heat spiraled quickly through him, his whole body shaking as he tried to hold back.
“Leif,” he choked.
“Keep going.”
Tanner watched greedily as Leif stroked himself, fucking up into his fist.
“Your cock,” he blurted out. “Fuck I need it.”
“Keep fucking yourself,” Leif rasped. “I’m almost there. I want us to come at the same time.”
Tanner shivered and kept going. He bit his lip as he drove the toy in harder and faster. Leif sped up too, his hand flying over his cock.
“Can you come this way without touching your cock?”
“Yeah, yeah, I think so,” Tanner said, sweat breaking out on his forehead.
“Then no touching yourself.”
“Oh my God,” Tanner said. “Please, fuck, please … c’mon I need this. I need it so bad—”
“Now!” Leif said and Tanner fumbled for the button on the base of the toy.
His fingers were so slippery they slid across the button, and he nearly lost control of the toy completely but he somehow managed to clench around it and turn it on at the same time. When he did, every nerve ending in his body lit up like a Christmas tree.
The release was explosive, slamming into him as he dug his free hand into the sheets beside him and thrust up onto the toy. Clenching around it, he came and came, his release arcing up and spattering messily across his thigh.
He came until it hurt, trembling and shaking and babbling how good it felt.
After a while, he heard Leif’s voice in the background, rough and raw as he said, “Turn it off when you’re ready.”
Tanner kept going for a few seconds but eventually it really was too much, and he mashed at the button with slippery fingers.
“Oh my fucking God,” he panted, slowly coming down.
Tanner was still shaking a little as he lay there with his eyes closed. Little aftershocks of goodness still had his thighs twitching and he just left the toy in there and panted.
He finally unclenched his hand from the sheets and cracked an eye open. “Goddamn.”
On the screen, Leif gave him a slow smile.
“Fuck, I missed seeing you come,” Tanner said with a frown. He straightened his legs and sprawled out. The toy was still in him but threatening to shoot out of his ass if he relaxed at all. With his luck, it would hit the phone or something.
“It’s okay,” Leif said with a smile. “You’ll probably see me come again.”
“I fucking hope so.” Tanner groaned and sat up enough to reach between his legs and carefully slide the toy out, twitching a little at the nice sensations when he was so sensitive.
He flung the toy aside and flopped down on the bed again, rolling his head a little to the side so he could see Leif’s face better.
“Goddamn. Please promise me we’ll actually do that sometime. The club and everything I mean.”
“We can’t go to a club, Clayton.” Leif’s smile was gone and they were back to Clayton again. Leif only did that when he was feeling really annoyed but Tanner couldn’t tell if he was annoyed at him or just … annoyed that it was something they couldn’t do.
“Yeah, I know,” Tanner said with a sigh because reality had kinda harshed his mellow. “No one can know about us. I get it.”
“Do you want to deal with the shitstorm it’ll bring if people find out?”
“No!” Tanner yelped. “Fuck no. I mean, if we were, like … in love or something that might be different, but—”
“I’m not falling in love with you.”
“I. Know.” Tanner said, feeling a little annoyed because it was kind of rude of Leif to keep reminding him that he was the last person on earth he’d ever fall in love with.
Not that Tanner wanted him to, but it was kind of the principle of it, you know?
“I’m just saying that it would be different if we were …
if there were feelings. Not just … a really horny friendship. ”
Leif snorted. “A really horny friendship, huh?”
“Well, how would you describe this?”
“Not like that!”
Tanner continued. “Anyway, yeah, I get that we can’t, like, go to a club in New York or Boston or whatever. That would be really fucking stupid. But there’s no reason we couldn’t meet up in Europe in the off-season or something.”
“You want to plan a hookup for July?”