Chapter Fourteen #2
Another picture came through. A selfie, taken from above, of Dustin shirtless in bed, with his slight squint and dark hair mussed against the pillow and a crooked smile. It was blurry and the light was dim.
Holy shit. That was Bennet’s actual bed. With actual Bennet in it, at this actual moment. Elliot tried to play off the effect this had on his insides by sending back, It’s blurry, and the angry face.
Hahaha hold on, Bennet replied.
Another came. Dustin must have turned on a light – Elliot could see the line of every rib and ab, and the steep ridges of his hips disappearing into the covers.
He badly wanted to crawl on top of him and disappear under there too.
The thought made him so aroused he slipped his hand under his own covers and gripped himself through his sweats.
He sent, the covers are in the way, and two angry faces this time.
LOL alright alright
The next one that came through made Elliot drop the phone.
Bennet had pushed the covers all the way off and was stretched out completely naked with his balls in his hand and his dick sticking straight up.
Elliot had never seen him naked. He began to stroke himself through the sweatpants.
He stared at the picture for so long without sending anything that eventually, Bennet sent,
Too much?
No. He fumbled his hand out from under the covers so he could type. More please
Bennet sent the purple devil face, then, One sec, and then the longest minute of Elliot’s life went by with nothing, and then three came through at once and he thought his head might literally explode.
Bennet stretched out with his hand around his cock. Bennet with his hips coming off the bed as he stroked himself. And then just Bennet’s cock, enormous, filling the whole frame, with his thumb smearing a bead of moisture out of the slit.
Elliot had his hand inside the sweats now, wrapped around himself, and lay back in his stack of pillows as he swiped through the photos, stroking faster. He typed, You’re hot, and then felt stupid and deleted it.
Another picture came through, and he moaned and stroked harder. Dustin kneeling over the phone looking straight down into it with his dick in his hand.
Elliot had done this once before, with a girl; her pictures made him feel a bit uneasy, and he’d been too embarrassed to send anything back. These pictures made him feel shameless. The thought of sending one back was making him crazy hard.
He reached up and flipped on the light. Propping the phone against the pillows, he went to the middle of the bed, pushed down his waistband until his cock sprang out, dark and leaking, and knelt with his knees wide.
He’d forgotten to put the phone on a timer, had to shuffle awkwardly back on his knees with his dick sticking out of his sweats to do that, and then barely managed to get himself back in position and remember to hike up his t-shirt before the flash went off.
He sent it. The phone buzzed.
Holy fuck. Yes please.
Elliot’s face ignited. He took off his shirt and took another, held the phone up by his chest and snapped a picture from above. He sent them and waited, stroking faster.
Fuck. So hot, Bennet replied. And a moment later. I never got a pic like that from a guy. Or sent one
Me neither.
Your cock is fucking beautiful. A long pause then, WOW i can’t believe i just sent that text, and four startled emojis in a row.
Elliot laughed, blushing furiously, stroking harder, faster. He was already getting close. He wanted Bennet for real, here on the bed, stretched out with his abs outlined and his hand cupping his balls. Even blurry. That would have been fine.
Another message came through: I’m close
Me too
Send me one more?
Heat shot down Elliot’s spine. Dustin Bennet was straight up asking him for a dirty picture to help him come? That was without a doubt the hottest thing that had ever happened to him. The alternate reality was basically fucking with him at this point. He’d better make it good.
He put the phone on burst and held it over his head and angled it to get his whole body in the shot from above.
He spread his knees and looked up into the camera, working himself furiously and praying he’d be able to keep his shit together to pull it off, and then right as he came, snapped the photo.
Ten snaps went off as his cock jerked and his release splashed all over his chest, and all Elliot could think as it happened was, Fuck, I hope this works.
He turned the phone around to look, and it had. He couldn’t believe it. He sent all ten pictures before he could change his mind, then knelt with the phone in his hand, catching his breath, and waited.
It was a little while before anything came back. And then a lot came back, one after the other.
Christ Rodriguez
Holy fucking Christ
That was so hot
Holy shit i just came so hard
A moment, then:
Jesus. I’m spent
Elliot laughed, breathless. He flipped off the light and flopped back into the pillows and lay staring into the screen, not sure what to say. Goodnight? Thank you? Just send another picture of the mess he’d made of the sheets?
Another text popped up. Was that okay?
Elliot frowned. What do you mean?
IDK. I don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything. With some old man.
Elliot rolled his eyes. you’re twenty-nine bro stop being a little bitch about it
Bennet sent the laughing face. Thanks.
Elliot chewed his lip. Then mustered up all the courage that was left in him – significantly less, post-nut – and sent, Can i have one more picture?
The picture Bennet sent was his face, very close up, on its side on the pillow.
His eyes sleepy and hair falling into them.
He’d turned off the light and it was blurry again, but that was fine.
Elliot lay on his side with the phone in his hand and looked at it for a long time before he went to sleep.