Pretend

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“Fuck yes,” Gavin hissed out.
“Hey, are you starting without me?”
Gavin countered, “Hurry up then.”
Mason grabbed his lube. “Tell me what you’re doing.”
“I thought you were going to do the dirty talk?”
Ah, so he hit a nerve with his lover. Gavin wasn’t very experienced in being a vocal lover. “Some of it. Paint me a picture. Tell me what you’re doing. Are the lights on or off?”
“Off.”
“Turn them on so you can see.” He heard movement on the other end of the line.
“The light next to the bed is on. Damn, I am so fucking hard. There’s a vein on the top, runs from base to head. I can see it pulsing beneath the skin.”
Mason groaned, wishing like hell he could be there to see it as well. “Run your thumb up it. Pretend it’s my tongue. I’m licking you nice and slow.”
“Yeah… Want you here.”
“I’m there. I bet you have a bead of pre-come at the tip just waiting for my tongue.”
More movement. Mason’s own erection ached like crazy. He squirted lube in his hand and rubbed his prick slowly. “Is it there?” he asked.
“Yeah…yeah, it’s there.”
“Rub your finger in it.” He paused. “You do it?”
“Yes.”
“Now put your finger in your mouth. Lick it off before you fuck your hand again.”
“Holy fucking shit. You’re killing me over here.”
Mason laughed, moved his hand faster. “Me, too. Ask me what I’m doing, Gavin.”
The sound of deep breaths filled the line before Gavin did as he was told. “What are you doing?”
“My first finger is at my hole. It’s so damned needy. It wants to be filled. I’m rubbing it but it’s not enough.” And it wasn’t. Mason held the phone between his shoulder and ear so he could use one hand to work his cock and the other to tease his asshole.
“Push it in. It’s me. I’m sliding my finger into your ass. I’m going to fuck you with it.”
Mason’s cock jerked against his stomach. “That’s what I want to hear.” He pushed his finger in. “Give me another one.”
“Whatever you say, boss.”
“Harder, Gavin. You know how I like it. You know I want more.” Mason let a second finger join the first, thrusting in and out of his hole. “My hand is still on you. Should I use my mouth? Let you fuck my throat?”
“Yes. Oh, God, it feels so fucking good.”
“Use your other hand on your balls. Make ‘em feel good, too.” Mason curved his finger, looking for his prostate to send him over the edge. “Harder. Fuck harder,” he told Gavin.
“Fuck,” Gavin groaned out. “I’m coming. Damn, I shot all the way up my chest.”
Mason pushed, rubbed his finger on his prostate, and watched as come pumped out of him, landing on his stomach, in his belly button, ran down his side. It was like all the pressure inside him built up and then just exploded, and it was gone. “Jesus, I needed that.”
“Yeah,” Mason’s voice sounded scratchier than it usually did. “I did, too. Felt good.”
“You feel good.”
Gavin didn’t respond, but Mason could hear him breathing.
“I had a shitty day, music man. Didn’t really want to deal with anyone. Didn’t want to talk to anyone…except you. Thought you should know that.” Because it was true, and Mason would never be a liar.
“Yeah… I feel the same. It’s crazy, the connection I feel. But I’m right there with you.”
Mason found himself smiling. He wasn’t the sappy type. Hell, he’d never really talked to a man he was with the way he did Gavin, not even Isaac. But again, he wasn’t a liar, either. The one thing he didn’t want to do was pretend with Gavin. They were both on this journey of living their lives, and holding any of that back wouldn’t be true to it. “It’s the sex. Good sex can change your life.”
Gavin laughed, and Mason knew neither of them thought it was just about the sex.
“My time between orgasm and sleep is about used up. Don’t clean yourself off. Sleep with your come on your body and pretend it’s mine.”
He was about to hang up when Gavin said, “Wait.”
“Yes?”
“Thanks. For everything.”
Mason felt this contentment sort of ease through him, settle into his muscles and bones. “Nothing to thank me for.” And there wasn’t. Somehow the two of them ended up in this together.