by Rachel Reid
“How’s the team? How’s Jalo?”
Scott laughed. “Jalo’s good. Been a real asset. He’s exactly what we needed on the blue line.”
“And in the dressing room?”
“All right, enough.”
“I’m gonna change positions. Hold on,” Kip said. He piled up all the pillows against the headboard and fell back against them. He tossed one of the pillows on the bed near his outstretched knees and placed the laptop on top. “How’s that? Can you see me okay?”
“Yeah. Hi.”
“Hi.”
Scott was clearly just holding his iPad in his hands and staring straight at it.
“You should find a place to put that thing,” Kip suggested. “I wanna see more of you.”
“Oh. Okay. Um... Oh! I’ve got an idea.”
Scott put the iPad down and Kip was left looking at the ceiling of Scott’s hotel room. He heard a rumbling, and then the iPad was picked up and set down on something.
“I pulled the rolling desk chair over,” Scott explained, “next to the bed here. I can put the iPad on that with the little stand and it should be a good angle. I think.”
He stretched out on the bed and now Kip could see him from head to thighs.
“That’s better,” Kip said. “God, you’re enormous.”
“Well, I’m no Matti Jalo—”
“You’re perfect. It was so hot watching you win that shootout the other night. You have no idea.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Mm. Been thinking a lot about the other night...on the phone.”
“Me too. A whole lot, actually. Can’t believe I said some of those things.”
“You were incredible. So fucking sexy.”
Scott smiled and probably blushed. It was hard to tell.
“Nice hotel?” Kip asked.
“It’s all right.”
“You’re not even a little turned on right now, are you?”
“I’m nervous! I said!”
“All right,” Kip sighed, then smiled. “You’re adorable, you know that?”
Scott grinned and shook his head.
“Seriously,” Kip said. “People think you’re all tough, but look at you, all blushing and jittery about a bit of webcam action.”
“Look, Grady...”
“I can’t believe this was the same man who was giving me orders over the phone the other night. Where’d that guy go?”
“He’s here! He’s here. Just...” Scott closed his eyes and let out a long breath. “Just talk to me.”
“Okay. You been wearing those blue socks?”
“Yeah, like every day. I’ve been washing them in the sink.”
Kip laughed and his stomach fluttered. “Aw,” he said.
“I really miss you,” Scott said in a hushed voice.
“What time are you flying back on Monday?” Kip asked.
“Should be there before noon,” Scott said, relaxing back into the pillows. “I hope so. Wanna show you a good time on your birthday.”
“You got plans?”
“Maybe.”
“Want me to be waiting here for you? At your place?”
“Yeah... Yeah, that would be... I’d like that.”
“I will. I’ll be waiting for you. I could be in your bed. I could even get myself all ready for you. Open myself up...”
Scott’s face changed. It was subtle, but his darkening eyes and the way he swallowed told Kip he was getting Scott where he needed to be.
He smirked. “That working for you, big guy?”
“It’s working. Keep talking.”
“Sure. Why don’t you take that shirt off?”
Scott obediently pulled his T-shirt over his head. “Only seems fair if you...” he said, pointing at the camera/Kip.
“Yeah, yeah.” Kip removed his own T-shirt and winked at Scott.
“Oh,” Scott said. “That mark is still there, huh?”
“Still there,” Kip confirmed, brushing his fingers over it. “Might need a new one soon, though.”
“I’ll give you one.”
Kip trailed his fingers over his chest to play with one of his nipples. “Maybe I could just be waiting by the door for you when you get home. Kiss you like I’ve been wanting to for days now.”
“Mm. Would you still be naked in this scenario?” Scott asked with a crooked grin. He threw one giant arm over his head, seemingly more relaxed.
“That would be kinda weird, but if you like...”
“Either way I’d probably end up fucking you against the wall in the hallway.”
Fuck. “Fuck, Scott.”
“Like I said,” Scott said, his voice a little lower, “I miss you.”
“What do you miss?” Kip slid a hand up the inside of his thigh, and Scott’s eyes followed it.
“I... I miss your lips. Your mouth. The way you kiss me. The way you taste. I miss the way you smell.”
“How do I smell?” Kip laughed.
“I dunno... Nice. Kinda spicy? Like whatever aftershave you use, I guess.”
“It’s nothing fancy, I can tell ya that.”
“I miss your smile,” Scott continued, which earned him one. “I miss the little freckles on your shoulders. I miss your perfect nipples and your belly button.”
Kip actually giggled. “You’re weird. Keep going.”
“I miss your ass. Man, do I ever miss your ass. Have I told you how much I love it? It’s just great.”
“I can always hear it again,” Kip said.
“I miss your thighs. Miss being between them.”
“I love having you there.” Kip moved his hand over to his cock and started casually fondling it outside his jeans. He watched Scott watch him. “How you doing there?” he asked.
“Good...” Scott said, his voice husky and quiet.
“Why don’t you join me?”
Scott gave him an adorable smile and moved his hand to his own sweatpants. He massaged his cock through the fabric with one big hand.
“Yeah,” Kip said. “There you go.” He flicked the button on his fly open as he watched pleasure take hold of his boyfriend. He was so beautiful, and Kip absolutely loved helping him shed the stress and responsibilities of his job and just lose himself. Every time.
Kip unzipped his own fly and peeled back the denim, leaving it hanging open. He gave his cock a squeeze through his briefs, then folded his arms behind his head as he settled in to watch the show.
Scott lifted his hips and shucked his pants. He was still wearing his gray briefs. Kip approved. For now.
“Jesus,” Kip said, nodding at the solid bulge in Scott’s shorts. “That didn’t take long.”
Scott grinned lazily and went back to rubbing himself. Kip watched his hand dip down to caress his balls through the fabric, gripping and pulling them lightly.
“You just gonna watch?” Scott asked, his speech slurring already.
“For now.”
Scott slipped his hand inside the waistband of his briefs and grabbed onto his cock. Kip watched the shape of his hand under the cotton as Scott stroked himself.
“You do a lot of this,” Kip asked, “on the road?”
“Mostly in the shower. I think about you every time now.”
A wet spot was forming on the gray fabric of Scott’s briefs. Already.
“How about you remove the curtain there?” Kip suggested. “I wanna see.”
“You still have your jeans on,” Scott pointed out, hand still moving inside his briefs.
“Fine,” Kip said with an exaggerated sigh. He removed his jeans and underwear in one move, then bent the knee that was farthest from the laptop. He placed his hands behind his head again.
“Oh wow.” Scott quickly removed his own shorts, and now Kip had a spect
acular view of Scott’s naked body from his head to the middle of his thighs.
“Jesus, look at you,” Kip said. “Fuck, I miss that beautiful cock of yours. Let’s see it.”
Scott stroked his hand over it, letting his thumb drag through the precome that had gathered at the tip, and smearing it all over the head.
“You got lube with you, Hunter?” Kip asked.
“Yeah, I brought some. It’s right...” Scott leaned out of the frame for a second. “Here.” He poured some out of the bottle directly onto his cock. Kip’s own dick twitched.
Scott began stroking himself in earnest, the slick liquid allowing him to get a rhythm going. He watched himself as he jerked off, then gazed at Kip with hooded eyes. “You gotta... Kip, you gotta touch yourself too. Please. Do this with me, okay? I wanna see you.”
“Mm, I want to. You look so fucking sexy, Scott.”
“Do it. God, you’re so hard. So gorgeous. Exactly what I think about when I’m alone.”
That was enough for Kip to grab the lube from the nightstand and get to work. He curled his fingers around his aching cock and gave a few slow strokes.
“F-u-uck.” Kip shuddered at the relief. He smiled and closed his eyes for a second as his head rolled back. When he opened his eyes again, Scott was grinning at him.
“Feel good?” Scott asked, breathless.
“Yeah. Feels real fucking good. Gonna go slow so I can watch you. Don’t wanna miss anything.” Kip sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and chewed it a little.
“C-can’t wait ’til I’m back there with you. All I can think about is how much I want that dick in me.”
“Oh yeah? Thought you were gonna fuck me against a wall.”
“Can’t decide. Fuck. Wanna do everything. I love you.”
Kip gasped and involuntarily sped up his hand. “I love you too, Scott. Fuck, I love you so much. God, you’re so sexy. I’m so fucking hot for you right now.”
Scott was pumping his hand hard and fast. His arm muscles flexed and strained as he pushed himself closer to the edge.
“I’m gonna give you whatever you want when you walk in that door,” Kip said. “Drop to my knees. Fuck, I’d like that. Right there in the hallway.”
Scott whimpered and kept pumping. “I’m so close, Kip...”
He was making the lovely, desperate gasps he always made when he was riding the edge. Kip could see the flush on his chest, could see his thick thighs trembling.
It was all working for Kip. He felt his own climax start to take hold, curling and tightening deep inside. “Come on,” he said. “You’re so beautiful when you come. Let me see. Show me.”
Scott panted and swore and gritted out, “Here...here.”
He came in long, hot streams against his chest and stomach. Kip watched, making sure to glance up at Scott’s euphoric face as he rode the waves of release.
“Oh, sweetheart. That’s gorgeous,” Kip purred.
Scott made a noise between panting and laughter, and slumped back against the pillows, eyes closed, still slowly stroking himself as his orgasm subsided. “Kip...” he moaned. “That was incredible. So fucking good.”
“Yeah? It looked good.”
Scott let go of his dick and opened his eyes. “Wanna see you. Are you close? You look like you’re close.”
“Getting there. I’m feeling really good over here.”
“Good.”
“Love you like that,” Kip said. “All spent and happy. Look like you’re drunk.”
“I feel a little drunk. Want you to feel this way too.”
“I’m gonna... Ah...” Kip moved his hand faster and used his other one to tug at his balls. “Fuck, god...”
He was close. He was really close. His balls tightened and blood rushed in his ears, nearly drowning out Scott’s breathy encouragements. “Yeah, Kip. Come on. So pretty.”
Kip looked at the screen, saw Scott’s sex-drunk face and his thick, softening cock lying on his thigh. Saw the glistening white mess that streaked his muscular torso. And then he shattered and yelled out into Scott’s bedroom as he came. His release covered his fist and trickled onto his thigh.
Kip sank back into the pillows, arms spread wide on the bed. “Goddamn,” he panted.
“Feel good?”
“Fucking amazing.”
They both laughed a little.
“How many days until you’re home again?” Kip asked, knowing the answer.
“Four and a bit,” Scott said.
“Too fucking many.”
“I know.” Then Scott snorted.
“What?” Kip asked.
“Nothing. Just, I’ve never come that hard from my own hand before. That was something else.”
Kip grinned. “Happy to help.”
“I want to spend a solid week with you in the apartment when I get home.”
Kip laughed, but something unpleasant pinged inside him.
In the apartment. Like always.
His anxiety must have shown on his face, because Scott’s tone was concerned when he said, “Kip?”
Kip blinked and forced a smile. “I should get cleaned up.”
“Oh, yeah. Me too. I’ll call you tomorrow, all right?”
“Okay. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
Kip ended the Skype session and frowned at the ceiling.
Don’t freak out. You just had fantastic video sex with your boyfriend. Nothing is bad.
Except he would trade a hundred video sex sessions for one walk in the park with his boyfriend.
Or to be able to bring his boyfriend home to meet his parents.
Or to, you know, tell people that he had a boyfriend.
He pushed himself off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean up.
Maybe when Scott got home, things would be different.
Chapter Eighteen
Kip waited just inside the front door of Scott’s apartment, his phone in his hand. Scott had been texting him constant updates all morning.
Scott: Heading to the airport.
Scott: Taking off soon.
Scott: Just landed.
Scott: In the car.
Scott: Crossing the bridge. Traffic heavy.
Scott: Almost there!
Kip looked at his phone, waiting for another update. Would there be one, or would Scott just walk through the door...?
He rolled his eyes at himself. This was so silly. They were grown men and they’d only been apart for nine days.
Another text came. Just pulled up. See you in a minute!
Kip ran a hand through his hair, set his phone on the coffee table, and went to the door. He was in his jeans and a new dark green Henley shirt that he’d bought yesterday—an early birthday present to himself.
The door clicked and opened, and Kip only had a split second to take in Scott’s smiling face before Scott was on him. Kip was pressed back against the wall, Scott kissing him hard and hungry while he held Kip’s arms with his giant hands.
“Happy birthday,” Scott said when they finally broke for air.
“Thanks. I missed you.”
Scott smiled, and kissed him again.
Kip felt weak with happiness. It was so good to have Scott’s huge, solid body surrounding him.
“You did it,” he said when they broke apart. “You won all six games!”
“I was motivated.” Scott cradled Kip’s face in his hands, brushing his thumb over Kip’s cheekbone. “You said something about a reward?”
“I never said reward. I said I’d give you whatever you need,” Kip corrected him.
Scott kissed him one more time. “You always do. But today’s not about me. It’s about you!”
“Does that mean I get to unwrap you?”
“Yes, please.�
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* * *
“I’m starving!” Scott said. He was toweling himself off after the shower they had enjoyed together (and after the sex they had enjoyed together).
“Thank god,” Kip said. “Me too.” He frowned. “Um, you might not have much for groceries here.”
“Oh. Yeah, well, I was thinking...”
“Delivery?”
“Actually,” Scott said, “I was thinking we could maybe...go somewhere?”
Kip lit up. “Really?”
“Yeah, I mean...one lunch wouldn’t be too suspicious, right?”
“Right,” Kip said, a little less enthusiastic. What had he been expecting?
“So where do you want to go? My treat!”
Kip rolled his eyes but smiled. “I dunno. Doesn’t have to be fancy. You might know better than I do where you wouldn’t be bothered.”
Scott seemed to think about it.
“Get dressed,” he said. “We’re going out!”
* * *
The March weather was cold and damp and shitty, but Kip was so happy to be out of the apartment with Scott. They weren’t holding hands or doing anything else that would suggest that they were a couple, but just being out in the world with him felt surreal and wonderful.
Scott led them to a diner a few blocks from his apartment. They sat in a booth, grinning at each other over their menus.
“What are you getting?” Scott asked.
“It’s my birthday,” Kip said. “I’m getting a damn patty melt!”
“Good man.”
“And a milkshake.”
“That sounds amazing. What flavor?”
“Vanilla. Why mess with perfection?”
“Yup,” Scott said, closing his menu. “I’m getting the exact same thing.”
They ordered, and then Scott said, “You know... I was thinking we could maybe go somewhere this summer.”
Kip raised an eyebrow. “You were?”
“Yeah... Like, I told you I usually go away in summer, to places where I don’t usually get recognized. We wouldn’t have to worry so much,” Scott said in a hushed voice, leaning in, “about people seeing us together.”
“Right.” Kip frowned at the table. “Yeah.”
Scott started talking excitedly about some beach town in Spain or Italy he’d been to and didn’t seem to notice that Kip was starting to spiral.