Chapter 16 #2
“I mean, have you felt it? Earlier, you said you guys kissed.” Liam says, shrugging as if this is something he questions every day. And maybe he does.
“Well, yeah, exactly, we kissed, we had a little ice date, we kissed again, and he takes me home sometimes, he never pulled it out and rubbed it all over me or anything!” I laugh.
“I mean, it sounds like you want him to rub it on you.” We laugh again, the sound echoing off the walls of the parking garage.
I didn’t know Liam was so crazy. I guess that’s good because I need someone with actual experience in this field. I have no idea what I’m doing. But he’s right, I definitely know what my body wants to be doing with Carson’s body.
“Alright, well, why don’t you start off with something slow like a sexy text and see what he does,” Liam suggests.
I never really thought about that as an option.
“What should I send?” I ask, my cheeks heating up.
“No hole, just something a bit cheeky.”
“Why the heck would I send that!” I yelp.
“Hey, don’t knock it till ya try it, I’m just saying not to start off that way.”
“Liam, I don’t even want to know,” I say, rolling my eyes.
We’re both bursting with laughter again by the time we make it to the car, which Kevin has all packed and started. I get into the back and put my things down next to me.
“What were you guys laughing about out there?” Kevin asks.
“Oh, nothing, just some girl talk.” Liam giggles, and Kevin just shakes his head. When we finally get to my flat, me and Liam get out for a quick hug goodbye.
“Don’t forget, no hole. Something cheeky.” He laughs.
“Liam, I’m not going to send him that.”
“I’m just reminding you. This is so exciting! Look at you getting outta your shell!” He teases.
“You better update me on what your guy says too! No skimping on the details.”
“I will! I will!” I grin; my cheeks are sore from all the laughing we’ve done tonight.
Can’t believe I’m even having this conversation.
I’d say I’ve come a long way, still a ways to go, but this is insane.
My florist turned friend is telling me not to send hole to a man whom I’ve also come to be friends with, and then whatever we are right now.
“Night, Julian! Thanks for coming again!” He waves as I walk to the front doors of my building backwards so I can see him off.
“Good night! I’ll text you!”
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Once I’m in and settled. I think about what Liam said. And if I’m going to send this “cheeky” text, I might as well do it now. Late night and just after a shower. I also don’t want to think on it too much, or I just won’t do it. But what should it be?
Ugh, what if he thinks I’m weird for sending him this? I mean, he has been a bit flirty, but I don’t know. I go and check myself out in the mirror and make sure I look ok. I think I might have the perfect idea for a picture.
Carson left one of his hoodies here on accident the other day when he came up for a little after dropping me off. I pull it out of my closet and tug my night shirt over my head, replacing it with Carson’s hoodie.
It’s huge on me, I mean, he’s like twice my size, but jeez. It feels really nice on my skin though, and the smell of his cologne is turning me on.
I guess I’ll need that for the photo.
The bed dips under my weight when I lie down and pull my underwear off. I pull the hoodie down over my obvious erection and snap the photo of mostly my torso, a little bit of thigh. I try to arch my back.
And if he knew how this hard-on came to, I think I would be a little embarrassed, but hey, all of this is a bit fucking embarrassing. But kind of exciting nonetheless.
Checking to see if it came out good, I bite at my lip. It looks alright, though I’m still nervous to send it. It’s not even anything too scandalous, but what if he’s sleeping? That’s probably just me overthinking because Carson never sleeps. I swear I don’t know how he plays so well on the ice.
So I send it, my hands shaking while I wait to see if he responds.
Carson: baby….
Oh my god. I roll over onto my stomach and bury my face into the pillow because now what? What am I supposed to say? My phone buzzes again with another message before my mind can catch up.
Carson: you look so fucking good in my hoodie.
Carson: how am i suppose to sleep now?
Me: Maybe you should just stay up?
Carson: maybe i will…what are you going to do to make me?
I freeze up at his question. I didn’t think about what would happen if I got this far. Of course, it’s almost like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. That I’m totally struggling through this. So he takes the lead. I relax against the bed.
Carson: i keep looking at your photo
Me: Do you like it?
Carson: i do, i wish i was there with you
Me: Why?
Carson: so i can help you with that.
Me: How?
My body feels like it’s on fire while waiting for Carson’s response; my erection is throbbing.
I pull his hoodie up and reach down to stroke myself to relieve some of the tension.
Now this is something I’m very familiar with: getting off on my own.
The smell of Carson mixed with the thought of what more he’s going to say, it won’t take much to get me there tonight.
Carson: well since you asked…
Carson: i want to worship every inch of your body with my fucking mouth
Me: Carson…
Carson: i can hear you whining
Carson: you always do it when we kiss and i always want to bend you over and give you something to whine about
Me: Carson please…
Carson: please what baby tell me what you want
Me: I don’t know
Carson: its ok
Carson: just relax and i’ll tell you what i want to do to you
My breath hitches reading his message, waiting for him to continue as I get myself off. I wonder if he’s doing the same. I wish I were ready to see him face to face like this.
Carson: i want to enter you nice and slow like you deserve
Carson: and then when you feel ready..i want to take you until you’re completely out of your mind
Me: Carson…
My hand is not enough to go along with this fantasy anymore.
So I reach over and grab the bottle of lube I have stored deep in the very bottom drawer of my nightstand.
Why am I hiding it there when I’m the only soul ever here?
I don’t know. The liquid is cold between my fingers as I coat them.
Slowly, I push the first finger past the tight ring of my entrance, working it until I feel ready for the next, and breathe in deep before adding.
Carson: let me see you baby…let me see what you’re doing
Carson: please.
Me: Ok.
I whimper as I move my fingers in and out of myself.
I try to angle the phone as best I can, but there’s nothing coy about what I’m about to send to Carson.
I chuckle to myself, thinking about how I’m doing exactly what Liam said not to do.
Does it count if he can only see my hand moving in and out?
I send the video of me fingering myself, and he responds immediately.
Carson: fuck….
I guess he likes it. So much that he responds again, but this time with his own video, my heart thrashing against my chest. Carson’s shaft is wet with pre-cum, a bead sitting at the top before he strokes himself again, smearing it down his long, hard length.
My mouth waters instantly as I thrust my fingers faster and harder, finally finding what I’m looking for. I arch my back and moan.
Carson: baby i need to fuck you i need to see you
Me: I want it too so bad
Carson: tell me
Me: I want you.
Carson: what do you want juyeon
Me: I want you to fuck me.
Carson: say please baby
Me: please.
I press into my prostate more as I keep reading what he wrote to me and what he made me confess, my body freezing up, my climax crashing over me as I imagine my fingers being Carson’s dick instead.
In my fantasy, he’s bending me over in the locker room and burying himself inside me.
I cum all over my stomach with a long whine, and some of it gets on his hoodie, which I forgot I was even wearing.
Me: It got on your hoodie….
Carson: julian you’re trying to kill me
Carson: i wanna call you, is it too much?
Me: Sorry, I’m still kind of shy.
Carson: it’s ok baby, this is fine. we can do it just like this for now
Me: I didn’t mean to tease you.
Carson: fuck no, i love it, you can send me photos whenever ;)
Me: Ok….I’m glad you like it.