He picked up his phone and texted Antonio. I know you’re at work, but I’m thinking about you.
I’m off tonight.
Scott’s heart pounded. Are you on Skype?
Y
Antonio sent his ID, and a few moments later he was on Scott’s laptop screen. He was bare-chested, and Scott wished he could reach through the screen and touch him.
“You look amazing.”
Antonio grinned. “You look overdressed.”
“Wait, do you mean…”
Antonio sighed. “We could just talk. How was your day?”
“Busy. I was only in New York for two days, but I feel like I have at least four extra days of work to catch up on.” Did Antonio really want him to get naked? He’d never fucked over Skype before, never even come close. Maybe he’d just pretend he didn’t get it.
“Some of the other employees were probably sneaking files onto your desk.”
Scott laughed. “I’ll have to tell my assistant to keep a better eye on them.”
“You have your own assistant now? Fancy.”
Heat rushed to Scott’s cheeks. “I do. I got a nice promotion a year ago.”
“Congratulations. Have they got you running the place?”
“Hardly, but I am the head of an analyst group.”
“And I thought you’d just splurged on your hotel.”
“No, I mean… Well, no.”
Antonio smiled. “Good for you.”
He’d get another raise if he got the job in New York. Then Antonio wouldn’t have to work full-time to go to school.
Whoa! Where had that idea come from? They weren’t dating. Were they even fuck buddies? How the hell did he think they’d go from whatever this was to Scott paying for Antonio’s classes?
“So…what are we doing?”
Antonio shrugged. “Being idiots.”
“Probably.”
“You want to be idiots naked?”
“Um…”
“Never done this before?”
“No.”
Antonio grinned. “I’ll tell you a secret…”
He paused, and Scott leaned closer to the screen. “What?”
“Neither have I.”
“Really?”
“Never needed to, but now it feels like a necessity.”
Scott didn’t believe that for a second. “I’m sure you could find someone at the club.”
“I could, but I want you.”
“You do?”
“Would I be here otherwise?”
“I guess not.” Scott contemplated Antonio’s suggestion. “Why is this more embarrassing than if we were together? It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked or anything, but I just don’t know if I can do this. I’ll end up laughing, or being too embarrassed, or—”
“Would it be easier if we couldn’t see each other?”
“I… Yes, but I want to see you.”
“Your choice, then,” Antonio said.
As Scott watched, Antonio slid a hand over his chest and toyed with one of his nipples. He dropped his head back and sank his teeth into his lip. When he pinched the tight bud, he hissed.
Scott’s cock hardened. Fuck, he really wanted to watch Antonio get himself off.
“I don’t suppose you’d jerk off for me and then…”
Antonio shook his head. “It’s all or nothing. You want to watch, then I get to watch.”
Scott grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head.
“That’s a good start. Now move to the bed.”
He picked up the computer and walked into his bedroom.
“Nice apartment,” Antonio said.
“Um… Thanks.”
He looked around the room. Where could he put the laptop so Antonio could see him?
“Just put it on the bed next to you.”
He looked down at the screen and realized Antonio had done the same thing. He’d also taken off his sweats. He was stretched on his bed, lazily stroking his cock as he watched Scott.
Scott set his laptop on his bed. “So…how does this work?”
Antonio laughed. “I think you know that.”
“I… Well, I’ve got the basic idea.”
“Good. Then show me.”
When Antonio had proposed this, Scott had been so nervous, he’d wondered if his dick would cooperate, but watching Antonio stroke himself—faster now, eyes wide—had him fully erect and more than ready to go. He stripped off his jeans and settled on the bed.
“Touch yourself,” Antonio ordered.
Scott chewed his lower lip. Could he really do this?
“You know you want to. Just imagine me there, all spread out for you.”
Scott dropped his hand to his cock and toyed with the slit.
“Mmm,” Antonio groaned. “So gorgeous.”
Heat filled Scott’s cheeks.
“What?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, really.” When they’d been together, Scott topped more often than not, and Antonio loved it when he got aggressive. But there’d been several times when Antonio fucked him. He was so damn good at taking it slow and easy, making Scott think he wouldn’t survive the wait. Antonio fucked him like he was worshipping him.
Antonio smiled. “Roll over on your back.”
“I won’t be able to see you then.”
“Prop yourself on some pillows, and put the laptop between your legs.”
That seemed a bit too intimate. “I…”
“If I’m going to fuck you, I need to see your ass. Open up for me.”
Oh, fuck. Scott was painfully hard now. The thought of exposing himself like that was as fucking hot as it was embarrassing. He did as instructed, bending his knees and widening them.
“Good. Now spread your ass for me.”
That was too much. “Antonio?”
“I want to see you as I think about driving my dick inside you.”
Just as Scott worked up the courage, Antonio shouted, “Wait.”
“What? Why?”
“Get a dildo.”
Could he make this any more embarrassing? “I’m not sure if—”
“Come on. Please.”
“I don’t even—”
Antonio glared at him. “Don’t you dare tell me you don’t have one.”
No, he’d never get away with that lie. “I have one or two or…”
“Of course you do. You’re so fucking dirty.”
Scott’s cheeks burned as he leaned over to open his nightstand drawer.
“See? I knew you had one handy.”
“Hush.”
Antonio laughed, but he stopped abruptly when he saw the thick, ridged dildo Scott had chosen. “That’s perfect. Now lube it up.”
Scott did as he was told, and Antonio groaned. “God, this will be so fucking hot. You’re going to close your eyes and pretend it’s me.”
“I did this so I could watch you.”
“You’ll get your turn. I promise not to come until I finish you off. Then you’ll get to talk to me.”
Scott blew out a long breath. He was really doing this. “You know I wouldn’t even consider this for anyone but you.”
Antonio looked away for so long, Scott was afraid he’d said the wrong thing, but then he looked back, an expression of awe on his face. “I’m honored.”
Scott forgot how to breathe.
“Stick that fat cock up your ass.”
Scott couldn’t help but laugh; that sounded exactly like the Antonio he’d fallen for years ago.
He rubbed the tip of the dildo against his hole, trying not to think too much about how closely Antonio was watching. Although, the uncertainty of what he was doing had made him so hot, precome dripped onto his stomach. Did he have some kind of embarrassment fetish now?
“Feel my cock right there, ready to take your ass.”
Antonio’s words had Scott sucking in his breath. He closed his eyes and pus
hed the dildo in.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he stretched himself. He didn’t stop, though; he wanted that burn tonight.
“That’s right,” Antonio said. “I’m going all the way in. Slowly, make sure you feel every inch.”
Scott kept pushing. He worked his cock with his other hand to distract himself from the burn.
“You like that? Having my dick in you?”
“Y-yes.” He drove it in the rest of the way, gasping as he did.
Antonio chuckled. “Yeah. Fuck right, you do.”
Scott held still for a few moments. Then, once his ass had adjusted, he worked the dildo in and out, losing himself in the sound of Antonio’s voice until he could truly believe Antonio was fucking him.
Heat threatened to consume him. This was amazing. Antonio was amazing.
***
Antonio was breathing so hard, he wasn’t sure he could keep talking. The sight of Scott spread open for him, fucking himself with that thick dildo, working it faster, harder, doing everything Antonio said—it was almost as good as if Antonio were truly fucking him. He forced himself not to touch his cock, knowing if he did, he’d break his promise and come right along with Scott.
Scott was flushed and panting, his balls high and tight.
“You’re close, aren’t you?”
Scott groaned.
“You want to come with my cock buried in your ass?”
“Yes! God, yes!”
Antonio wanted that too. He also wanted to suck Scott off, get fucked by him, pin him against the wall so they could rub off on each other. Basically, he wanted every dirty thing he could think of, but he also wanted slow, gentle kisses, cuddling on the couch, watching a movie, trying to make brownies together when neither of them could cook, all the things they used to do.
“Come for me, Scott. I want to see you shoot. I want to lick it off you.”
Scott made a strangled sound, and his hand moved so fast on his cock, it was almost a blur. He drove the dildo deep and held it there.
“So good. I bet you can feel my cock all the way to your throat.”
“Fuck!” Come shot from Scott’s cock, splashing his chest.
“So fucking gorgeous.” Antonio ached with need for him, not just to get off, but to touch him, hold him. This was better than not seeing him at all, but he hated that they weren’t truly together.
Scott pulled the dildo from his ass a few seconds later and then looked up. The color in his cheeks deepened when he saw Antonio watching him.
“Good, wasn’t it?”
Scott nodded. “I had no idea.”
“So?” Antonio gave his cock a long, slow stroke. God, he needed to come. “What now?”
“Don’t move. I just need to clean the dildo off.” Scott leaned over the side of the bed. A few seconds later, he sat back up.
He’d always wanted to clean himself up right away, but apparently he was okay with being come-spattered for the moment. He settled on the bed in a cross-legged position and looked straight at Antonio, all signs of shyness gone. “I want to watch you get off. You’re going to sit right there, spread your legs, and work your cock. I want to watch you play with your nipples, tug on your balls, whatever you do when you’re all alone. Pretend I’m not here, and just do it.”
The world seemed to waver in front of Antonio. He was so horny, he was fucking dizzy from it. “I… Fuck, that’s so hot.”
“Yeah?”
Antonio spread his legs wider and wrapped his hand around his cock.
Scott sucked in his breath. “Yeah, like that.”
He slid his hand up and down slowly, watching Scott watch him. “Not gonna last long.”
“Go slow. Tease yourself.”
Fuck. Antonio wasn’t sure he could.
Who knew how incredible it could be to fuck a man who wasn’t even in the room with him? He’d teased a man over the phone before and done some dirty texting, but never anything like this.
He toyed with his nipples, pinching one and then the other. Pleasure shot right to his cock. Antonio kept the grip on his shaft light, but he was at the point where the barest touch could set him off.
Scott’s eyes widened as he watched. His obvious enjoyment made what would’ve been a basic jerk-off session into one of the hottest things Antonio had done.
Antonio dropped his hand to his balls and toyed with them as he increased the pace of his strokes.
He was so close. When he tugged on his balls, he couldn’t hold back a groan.
“Yes!” Scott shouted. “So fucking good. I want you covered in come.”
Antonio grinned. “You’re so dirty.”
“With you? Always. I want to do so many filthy things to you.”
“Please, I…” Antonio worked himself faster and faster.
“Think about riding me, working your ass up and down my cock.”
“Fuck!” That had been one of his favorite things to do with Scott.
“Feel me pulling your ass open, working a finger in next to my shaft.”
“Oh my God. Scott!” He was right there.
“Stretching you, listening to you whimper as your hand moves faster, faster, and…”
That was it. Antonio’s cock went off, and come ran over his hand.
When the spasms finally subsided, he opened his eyes to see Scott staring, his cheeks pink, his cock hard.
“Lick it off,” Scott ordered.
Antonio shuddered. He loved when Scott used that demanding tone. He held Scott’s gaze as he flattened his tongue and drew it slowly over the back of his hand.
Scott moaned. “I already need to come again.”
“I remember how good your stamina is. We could keep this up all night.”
Chapter Six
Scott hadn’t thought Antonio would want to talk after they’d gotten off, but he was happy to keep the connection as long as Antonio was willing. He grabbed a T-shirt, wiped the come off his chest, and tossed it on the floor, not his preferred method of cleanup, but he didn’t want to leave the room.
“That’s better,” he said as he stretched out on the bed.
Antonio shook his head. “I can’t talk until you put some clothes on.”
Scott laughed. “Now who’s shy?”
“I’m not shy; I’m fucking horny.”
“And beautiful.” Scott pulled the covers over himself. “How’s this?”
Antonio frowned. “That’s only a small improvement. I want to be there with you.”
“And I want to lick the come off you and then fuck you again.”
“Wow. That is not helping. And since when do you use a dirty shirt like that, Mr. Clean Freak?”
Scott rolled his eyes. So he liked to be clean. “I thought I’d try several new things tonight.”
Antonio had loved picking on Scott’s fastidiousness. Occasionally, he’d even gotten him to break his habits, wipe off with a towel instead of taking a shower, even fall asleep without cleaning up at all. As much as he liked the feeling of slipping into bed fresh from a shower, he had to admit that the nights Antonio had insisted they stay curled together, come drying between them, bodies slick with sweat, he’d been too wrapped up in his desire for Antonio to care. And Antonio had clearly loved reveling in that earthiness.
“Good for you. I’m glad you didn’t insist on taking a whole shower.”
“I wouldn’t have left you waiting that long.”
Antonio gave him that sunny smile, and it made his chest ache.
“So…this…”
“Was a lot more fun than I would’ve guessed,” Antonio said.
“Yeah, it was.” So very much more. “You want to do it again?”
Antonio shook his head. “Even I can’t recover that fast.”
“And I thought you were miraculous.”
“Don’t tempt me to prove it.”
Scott laughed. “I meant do it again tomorrow or in a few days.”
***
Antonio considered. He was already thinki
ng of Scott all the time anyway. He practically had to sit on his hands during his breaks to keep himself from texting Scott. But he’d never known a long-distance relationship to actually work.
A relationship? Do I want a relationship? With Scott?
Yeah. But…
“I do. I want to do it again.”
“Good. So do I. Tell me about school and about what you want to do.”
Now Antonio did feel shy, but he talked anyway. “I want to work for a civil-rights lawyer. Really my dream job would be to work for the ACLU. I know that won’t earn me a ton of money, but I’m used to bartender wages, so I’m fine with that.”
“That’s an awesome plan. We need people working to defend our rights more than ever.”
Antonio nodded. “I started school last year, and now I feel even more passionate about what I want to do.”
“You’re one of the most compassionate people I know.”
Scott looked at him like he thought Antonio was a god. He wanted to preen. “I’m sure that’s an exaggeration.”
“No, it’s not. Seriously. You’d make a fantastic civil-rights lawyer.”
“Thanks, but I’ve got a long way to go. I’m applying for some grants that would let me cut my hours at Sparks and go full-time.”
Scott wished he could loan Antonio some money, but he knew Antonio would never accept it. “I’ll keep my fingers crossed.”
“Thanks.”
They watched each other in silence for a few moments. Then Scott said, “I thought about you this morning.”
“You did?”
He sighed. “Honestly? I think about you constantly. Even before I came to New York and tracked you down.”
Antonio’s heart rate had finally slowed, but now it sped up again. Scott had never stopped thinking of him? “How did you find me? Marcus was complaining about you being a stalker.”
Scott rolled his eyes. “Instagram. You never blocked me.”
Antonio shrugged. “Blocking you felt so petty. I’d already been such an asshole, and I kept thinking that we’d…”
“Wait, you would’ve talked to me if I’d tried again.”
“I don’t know. Probably.”
Scott looked devastated. “What if we’d called each other? What if one of us had reached out?”
“Who knows? But we’re talking now.”
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