by K. C. Wells
Mike nodded, shoving a pillow behind his head and leaning against it. “And seeing you makes up for this crappy day.” He smiled. “You have no idea how much I’ve been looking forward to seeing you.”
Oh, I wouldn’t be too sure ’bout that. Tommy couldn’t give voice to the thought, however. He still found it difficult to share how he felt, in spite of Mike telling him that was what he wanted. “Why was it a crappy day? D’you get a lot of business done?” Mike had told him he’d gone away to California to do some consultation work.
Mike groaned. “This has been one fucked-up day. Nothing I’d planned came off.” His expression softened. “The thought of seeing you was the only thing keeping me going.”
“Oh.” Inside, Tommy kind of… melted at Mike’s words. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something was different about his lover. Maybe it was the unguarded way he was regarding Tommy. Whatever it was, it gave him a nudge to be bolder. “I… I missed you this week.” It was the plain, unvarnished truth.
Mike stared at him in silence. Then he smiled, and it lit up his face, reaching his eyes and making them shine. “I missed you too,” he said softly. “Listen, there’s something I want to talk to you about. How’d you like to come away with me for a few days during spring break?”
“Really?” Tommy gaped, openmouthed. “Like, where?” His heart was pounding at the thought. This was different. This was… adult. Not that what they were doing wasn’t adult. It just felt…. Damn it, he messes with my head.
“Wherever you want,” Mike said simply. “I’ve got enough frequent flier miles for us to go anywhere you’d like. Panama City, or maybe even down to Fort Lauderdale or Key West.” His eyes sparkled. “Maybe a gay resort?”
Tommy’s heartbeat sped up. “Wow, that sounds… great.” And terrifying. And illicit. And a whole bunch of other adjectives, all of which made his mouth dry and his body tingle. “Do I have to decide right now?”
Mike laughed. “No. We can talk about it when I see you next Saturday. You’ve only got this next week before spring break begins, that right?”
He nodded.
“Well, then, it can wait till next weekend. We can always try to book something last minute. The main thing is, you have a think about where you’d like to go.” He lifted his eyebrows. “That’s assuming, of course, that you do want to go away with me.”
“Oh, I do!” Tommy hurried to assure him. He smiled. “I’ve never been on a plane before.”
Mike chuckled. “This is turning out to be a year of firsts for you, isn’t it?” He grinned. “So, did you manage to get through the week without peeking at my present?”
Tommy laughed. “You don’t have much faith in me, do you?” He grabbed the gift and held it where Mike could see it. “There. Satisfied?”
“Well, that depends.” Mike’s voice suddenly had this husky quality that went straight to Tommy’s dick. “Is the door locked like I said?”
“Uh-huh.” Tommy swallowed.
“No chance we’re gonna be disturbed?” Quieter.
“Uh-uh.”
“Then open it.”
Tommy tore at the paper, ripping it to shreds and tossing it onto the floor. He was holding a plain cardboard box, no indication of its contents. He lifted the lid and… stared.
“Well, take it out.” There was an impatient edge to Mike’s voice.
Tommy lifted out the dildo, which had lain on a cushion of tissue paper, and the small bottle of lube. “You bought me a dildo?” It was long and thick, a vibrator protruding from its base with a small dial that turned.
“Not exactly.” Well, damn. Mike was blushing. “Look closely at it.”
Tommy turned the dildo over in his hands and examined it. There was something familiar about it. With a rush of heat, he realized what he was looking at. “Mike… this is your cock.”
Mike grinned. “Good boy. Nice to know you’re paying attention when you’re on your knees sucking me off.” Tommy’s cheeks were on fire. “I bought a kit that lets you make a cast of your dick. Then you clone your cock.” He chuckled. “I figured if I couldn’t be there in body, I could at least send part of me.”
Tommy felt the heat flush over his whole face. He traced the contours of Mike’s dick, captured in silicone. Damn, it even had that thick vein that ran along the top, the one Tommy liked licking, ’cause it always made Mike shudder.
“Tommy.”
He jerked his head up, lost in his own little carnal world, and swallowed hard when he saw Mike on-screen. His lover had set the laptop at a distance from him at the foot of the bed, and now Tommy could see Mike was naked, his legs spread, knees bent, his hand gently stroking that rigid cock.
“Tommy, you’re wearing far too many clothes.” Mike grinned. “Take ’em off.”
Oh… wow. He put down the dildo on the seat cushion beside him, then placed the laptop next to it. In a daze, Tommy rose to his feet and took off his T-shirt, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He couldn’t believe he was doing what Mike had asked, just because he’d asked it.
“It would be better if I could see you.” Mike’s voice sounded muffled coming from the speaker underneath the laptop. “So I’m just imagining you stripping for me.” That husky quality again. It added to the whole… wicked feel of the situation. Tommy fumbled with his belt, all fingers and thumbs. “You gone shy on me, Tommy?”
Heart quaking, Tommy stepped into the camera’s field of vision. Mike smiled.
“Oh, look at you.”
The way he was staring at Tommy sent blood rushing to his dick and made him feel light-headed and dizzy. He lowered the zipper on his jeans and pushed them down, stepped out of them and then straightened, feeling so self-conscious.
“God, you have a gorgeous cock.”
Fire rushed through him at Mike’s words, the whole situation still with that illicit feel to it.
When he was naked, Tommy sat on the couch and turned the laptop to face him, seeing his chest and above in the small screen. Mike shook his head, laughing.
“Uh-uh, I want to see all of you. Stick the laptop at the end of the couch, and make sure you can see yourself on your screen.”
Tommy did as directed, placing the laptop at the farthest end. He caught sight of himself in the bottom right-hand corner. Lord, he looked positively wanton sitting there, naked as a jaybird. He struggled to keep his breathing regular, but his gaze flitted between Mike’s wicked smile and slow, slow hand, and the sight of his own shaft, lengthening and thickening.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Mike stared at him, lips parted. “Shove some cushions behind you, so you’re comfortable. And then spread for me. Let me see you, Tommy.” His hand moved slowly over his dick, squeezing it, fingers stroking over his balls, his eyes never leaving Tommy.
Tommy bent one leg and pushed it against the back of the couch, and then placed his other foot on the floor. He shivered when he took in the view. Mike could see his ass, cock, balls…. “This feels….” Tommy shuddered, unable to finish the sentence.
“Show me how you jerk off,” Mike whispered.
Shock rocketed through him. “That’s… that’s private.”
Mike smiled. “Tommy, I’ve been inside you. It doesn’t get any more private than that. But I wanna see how you make yourself come, when it’s just you, alone in your room, your dick so hard it aches.” He stroked the length of his cock. “Come on, baby. Show me. It’s just you and me. Show me,” he coaxed. “Show me how you play with yourself.”
Tommy swallowed. “This… this is….”
“Scary?” Mike suggested, his expression warm. “I know. But I want to know you, everything about you.” He fell silent, his gaze trained on Tommy. “So imagine I’m there with you. I’m sitting at the end of your couch, watching you.” He laughed softly. “Like I can’t keep my eyes off you, my hands off you.”
The look he fired at Tommy was so intense, it made his knees weaken.
“God, I wanna be touching you right now.”
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br /> “Yeah?” Tommy reveled in the feeling of power that coursed through him. He forgot about his fears, his inhibitions, and palmed his heavy, full cock, eyes focused on Mike. “Wish you were here too.”
“What would you want me to do, if I was there?” Mike licked his lips. Tommy’s new boldness faltered a little, and Mike smiled. “C’mon, we talked about this. Both of us telling the other how we felt, what we wanted….”
He was right, of course. Tommy drew in a deep breath. “I like it when… when you put your fingers inside me.” He loved that, loved how it stretched him, loved the sensations when Mike stroked over his prostate. What he also loved was how Mike was making it good for him, getting him ready. He loved looking into those blue eyes while Mike fingerfucked him, his face showing just how much Mike loved doing this too.
“Oh yeah.” Mike grinned. “Well, then, grab the lube.” Tommy picked up the small bottle. Mike nodded. “Now get your finger nice ’n’ slick.”
Hands shaking, Tommy opened the cap and squeezed a few drops onto his index finger. He put the bottle aside and looked back to Mike, who was watching him closely.
“Stroke over your hole, nice ’n’ slow. Pump your dick while you do it.” Mike was playing with his balls, rolling those heavy orbs through his fingers. Tommy slid his finger over his hot pucker, shivering. “Now push it slowly inside you. Close your eyes if you want, pretend it’s my finger, Tommy.”
Tommy closed his eyes and slowly sank his finger into soft heat. It was easy to switch off his inhibitions and imagine Mike was stretched out on the couch in front of him, exploring him.
“How does it feel?”
“Feels… feels hot and tight. Burns a little,” he panted. “But… feels good.” He pulled his cock, trying to alleviate the aching sensation. The burn eased, and he moved his finger in and out a bit faster, starting to push down on it, hips rolling gently.
“Oh fuck, what you look like.”
Tommy wanted to see.
He opened his eyes and gasped at the sight of him fucking himself, holding his dick rigid. He could feel precome, sticky and trickling down the shaft. It wasn’t enough. “Want… want more,” he confessed, his face hot.
Mike nodded. “Want to watch you fuck yourself with my cock.” His voice was hoarse. “Slick it up, now.”
Tommy’s fingers were slippery, fumbling with the cap and dribbling the clear liquid onto the thick dildo. He tossed the bottle aside and lay back, holding the wide head against his hole. The silicone was cool to the touch, nothing like skin.
“That’s it,” Mike encouraged him. “Now push in the head, slowly. I’m there, Tommy, kneeling between your legs, my dick pressed against your hole, wanting in.”
Tommy could hear the urgent need in his voice, and damn, it felt good. He wants me. He pushed, the muscle resisting him at first, until the head was inside him.
“Love how that feels.” Mike’s voice was soft. “You’re always so hot, so tight, your body just taking me in like I belong inside you. You feel like you felt that first time I took you.” His voice shook. “Fuck, Tommy, you felt so good.” He laughed. “What am I saying? It always feels good with you, every single time.”
Tommy’s heart soared. “Love… love it when you’re inside me,” he gasped out. “When you’re so deep, it’s like you’re a part of me.” In spite of Mike wanting him to pretend, it was easier like this. Mike was thousands of miles away, and Tommy felt free to say the things he’d never voice in a million years. He slid the dildo into him, groaning as it stretched him. “Oh, man, that’s thick.” He stilled, letting his body adjust.
“Oh God, look at you.” He heard the awe in Mike’s voice. “God, I want to be there, want it to be me inside you.”
Tommy wanted that too.
The burn melted away, and he began to fuck himself with the dildo, fingers reaching down to feel how it spread him wide, opened him up. He rode it hard, his mind seeing Mike there, hands on his hips as he thrust into Tommy. “Yes, oh yes.” He trembled, the muscles in his thighs jumping.
“Push it all the way in,” Mike whispered. “Now, turn it on.”
Tommy complied and pushed out a low moan when the vibrations began. He could feel it everywhere. It pulsed through him, through his prostate, sending shivers radiating outward until his whole body was shaking. Tommy tugged faster on his cock, the dildo filling him to the hilt.
“Close, Mike.” He could feel it.
“Gonna be coming with ya,” Mike said with a groan. “Fuck, just watching you is bringing me to the edge.” His breathing was loud and harsh through the speakers.
Tommy gripped his cock as it sent come shooting over his chest, his body tight around the dildo like a vise. He shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through him and over him, dimly aware of Mike groaning through his own orgasm. Tommy glanced at the screen to see Mike’s body arching up off the bed, head thrown back, mouth open, hand covered with come as he held his dick. He looked… wonderful. Tommy flopped back onto the cushions and closed his eyes while his body lessened its grip on the dildo until he could push it out of him with a soft cry.
Little by little the shocks jolting his body died away, his breathing and heartbeat returning to normal. He could hear Mike’s breathing, less rapid, more even. Tommy lifted his head and peered at his lover.
“Wow,” he said, his voice quavering. “That was intense.” Mike smiled, sitting upright and wiping himself with a towel. Now there was a thought. “You might’ve mentioned before we got started that I’d need one of those handy by the time we were done,” Tommy said accusingly. He bit his lip to hold back his smile as he reached for his laptop to drag it closer.
Mike chuckled. “Oh, I don’t know. Covered in come is a good look for you.” He grinned and then put his hands behind his head. “Well, that was worth waiting for. It even made up for the crap I had to put up with today.” He shook his head. “Anyway, gonna forget all about that. I’m flying home in the morning, early.”
“You workin’ tomorrow?”
Mike nodded. “It’s over six hours’ flying time, but I’ll be back for my shift.”
“Oh, okay.” Tommy didn’t want the call to be over. Despite Mike’s insistence that he share his feelings, he didn’t want to bother Mike if his lover had to go. “Well, if you need to get some sleep before—”
“Do you have to go?” Mike interjected. “I mean, right now?” He glanced at his watch. “It’s six thirty here, which means it’s nine thirty there. I need to eat something soon, but….” He moved and pulled the laptop closer, until his head and shoulders filled the screen. “I’d just like to spend some time talking with you, if that’s okay.”
Warmth surged through Tommy. “I’d like that too, only….” He paused and glanced downward. “Can I call you back after I’ve had a shower?”
Mike laughed. “That sounds like a good idea. Tell you what, I’ll grab one too, and then I’ll call room service. That way we can talk while I eat. Whaddaya say? Give me fifteen minutes?” He chuckled. “Or maybe not. Room service isn’t known for being that speedy.”
Tommy nodded, smiling. “Yeah, I can do that.”
“Great.” Mike beamed. “See you then.” He disconnected, and the screen went black.
Tommy hurriedly put the laptop to one side and made a dash for the bathroom. The prospect of talking with Mike some more had him grinning like an idiot.
Like he cared.
Chapter Twenty-Three
TOMMY HELPED himself to more coffee, yawning widely.
“Looks like someone didn’t get much sleep last night,” Caroline said from behind him. She chuckled. “Did you stay up late or something?” The kitchen was quiet. Bethany had already left to play tennis at the club, and Ben was nowhere to be found. He hadn’t come home the previous night, not that Tommy was about to share that with his mom. She didn’t need to know.
He covered his mouth politely with his hand and turned around to face her. “Sorry. I was talkin’ with Mike
on Skype for a while.” “A while” translated as four hours. One of the things they’d been discussing was Tommy’s plans for the future. Mike had been impressed that if everything went according to plan, Tommy would have to study for a total of seven years to become a vet. What had impressed him most was that Tommy was prepared for that. Tommy knew it was going to be hard work, but it was what he wanted. It had felt really good talking through all his plans. They’d discussed summer school, his scholarship, everything.
It had been so nice, curled up in his sofa bed, the laptop on the mattress next to him where he could see it, Mike lying in his hotel room, the two of them talking. Tommy had been amazed at how quickly time had flown. He still couldn’t get over the idea of Mike wanting to take him away.
“Okay, do I wanna know what just crossed your mind?” Caroline was grinning. “Because you have this little smile on your face right now.”
Tommy knew he was blushing. “I guess I can tell you, seein’ as you’re sorta my substitute momma.”
Caroline beamed at that. “Damn straight.” He chuckled, and she laughed. “You know what I mean.”
He couldn’t help smiling. “Mike has asked me to go away with him for spring break. Just for a few days.” His pulse raced at the thought.
Caroline arched her eyebrows. She poured herself more coffee. “And how do you feel about that?” She sat back in her chair, regarding him steadily.
Tommy shrugged. “Okay, I s’pose. Guess there’s a first time for everything, right?” It did excite him, the idea of spending time in a hotel with Mike.
“Hmm.” Caroline pursed her lips. “I’m gonna put on my substitute momma hat, in that case.”
Tommy stared at her, chest tight. Caroline drummed her beautifully manicured nails on the tabletop.
“I want to meet him.” She pressed her lips together.
“Meet Mike?” Tommy straightened, mouth open.
She nodded. “Bring him to lunch next Sunday.” Caroline stared at him intently. “And I will not take no for an answer, y’hear? I’m the next best thing you’ve got to a momma right now, and I intend to take my responsibilities seriously. So if Mike wants to take you away, he has to meet me first.” She smiled sweetly. “Sunday, midday. I will expect to see both of you.” Her eyes glittered. “And now I’ll take my husband some more coffee, while there’s some left.” She got up and crossed the floor to the coffee machine.