Chapter 8

Chris' POV

I decided to return his text with a call. Ricky picked up his cell phone before it even had a chance to ring. "Hello?" the deep rich tone of his voice sounded.

Darker thoughts that had been accumulating in my mind over the past few minutes immediately dispersed. I was instantly reminded of why I made a move on the guy in the first place when my common sense flew out the window. He made me do things, want things.

"Hey baby, " I smiled, my heart feeling lighter when I heard him laugh a little. "You alright?"

"Yeah, just finding it hard to sleep is all, " he sighed, not bothering to hide the need in his voice.

I contemplated driving over there, but remembered my encounter with Angelo. He was right, I didn’t think when I jumped into this. I owed it to Ricky to acknowledge his feelings before my own. I wasn't going to hurt him.

I caught myself humming into the phone softly while I was thinking. "Ah sorry, I was just deep in thought there."

"It's alright, it was soothing," Ricky murmured.

I was about to reply until I heard a small whimper from the other end. Fuck, he was still crying?

"Ricky, I'm gonna stay over your place for a couple of days. It's difficult to get any work done over here," I lied. "Will you have me?"

"Your always welcome Chris. Of course you can stay," he told me distantly. "You can come over tonight if you want. "

It took everything I had to come up with a half-assed excuse to pass, since all I wanted to do right now was see him.

We spoke about normal things for a few minutes, ranging from Angelo's cat to Angelo's love life.

"How do you know they're that serious? Just because they bought a cat together doesn't mean their gonna play the whole marriage game," I scoffed.

"When we went for wings she bought her older brother with her. The whole time it seemed obvious that Angelo wanted his approval. He was kissing ass... and this is Angelo we're talking about! The stone-hearted rogue," he exclaimed.

We both laughed loudly, but there was definitely something off.

"What's wrong. Why are you so breathless? " I asked curiously.

"I...I'm not! I just..." his voice died in his throat, until he whimpered again. I knew that sound- that wasn't crying!

"Ricky, are you..." I contemplated not asking my question, but pushed the warning bells aside and continued. "Are you masturbating right now? While we're having this conversation?"

I didn't miss his shocked gasp. "I um...I'm sorry."

"Really, we're talking about Angelo right now dude! " I teased him, but was bewildered at the same time.

"God no, I was doing this before dumb-ass! I wasn't really listening to what you were saying...as much as I was just listening to the sound of your voice," he murmured sleepily. "I'm just tired, so it's been difficult to finish off. "

I wanted this man. And this adorable man was getting off on just sound of my voice. I didn't think such desperate words could turn me on so much, but I stood corrected. I was tired, but now I was horny too.

I fell back on my bed and got into my covers. "I'm sleepy too, " I muttered. "Let me help you finish off so you can sleep."

"What? How? " He asked, suddenly alert and confused.

"Just listen to me baby, we'll do it together." I smiled, reaching into my boxers and stroking my cock mindlessly. "I'm doing it too now. Just gently stroking it."

I heard him groan on the other end.

"Imagine that's my hand on you now," I said soothingly. "I'm putting our cocks together and stroking them at the same time."

"Mmmm, your hands feel nice," he sighed. "Their always big and warm."

I was probably just imagining it, but the phone was starting to heat up since it was the medium for our passionate whispers. I could even tell from the other side that Ricky was trying to man up and not pant like I was, uncaringly. His breaths instead came out long, slow and shakily. It was little thing's like that that drove me to drink the forbidden cup of desire that Ricky unknowingly always held up to my face.

"Do you have that dildo?" I asked innocently, simply spluttering out what I had been thinking about through our entire conversation. He must have really been tired because he didn't make a fuss. He just told me he was getting it out of his draw.

I didn't think he would actually...holy fuck...

"I want you to put it in your mouth for me, " I instructed, feeling my dick harden more at the thought. I couldn't wait to have him and that dildo to myself tomorrow. That's all I wanted to do all day.

"Okay, " he said, before I heard him make a muffled sound.

"Don't try to speak gorgeous, just suck. I'm imagining you right now, you must look so adorable with that cock in your mouth," I breathed down the phone, not able to stop the memories of Ricky’s skilful little mouth manoeuvring around my aching member. "Mmmm, just like that."

I heard a popping sound before heavy breathing. "Mmmm Chris, " he whined, "I want you to touch me so bad..." he whispered. His tone made me almost feel bad about rejecting his invite.

I knew exactly what to do to rub him the right way: tease him. It would be an easy task, seeing as the guy didn't know how to not tell the truth.

"I'm so hard for you right now, " I growled. "Do you want to know what I’m thinking about?"

"Let me guess, your imagining me using my dildo...somewhere else," he said slowly, and rather sensually.

"Richard, are you trying to seduce me over the phone? " I smirked, but it was working since I felt further excitement rush to my lower regions. I fought not to grunt as I watched my cock grow to it's fullest size.

"Ah....mmmm Chris, fuck me..," he moaned quietly. I instantly blushed, what was he doing? And why the hell wasn't I watching?

"Tell me exactly what you're doing to yourself baby," I groaned, slipping out of my boxers.

" Hnn...n...nothing, ah fuck," he grunted as if he were in pain.

"You'd better fucking tell me or you'll be really sorry tomorrow, " I said sweetly, enunciating my threat carefully. "Tell it to me nice and slow," I commanded.

"I'm putting it in my....I mean you're thrusting in and out. Hnnnn, ah! " he moaned. Oh god, I could actually taste his moan on the tip of my tongue. Delicious.

I muttered who knows what in response , encouraging him to keep talking to me.

"Ah.... Chris I think I..." he cut himself short as he whimpered uncontrollably.

"Let go of your own cock. Now," I growled, knowing that he would listen to me like a good boy.

"No touching! " I whispered harshly, as if I was reading his mind and he was reaching out to touch himself again.

"Oh fuck, don't tease," he gasped. "Please..., I'm so close. "

"Is it...I mean am I still inside you?" my voice sounding husky as I ignored him. I bit my lip, trying not to get so carried away that he got scared off.

"Y...yes!" he squeaked. The fact that he would always obey me sent chilling thrills through me and sparked my sexual creativity.

"Keep moving it, just get off on that. Don't stroke your cock, just use the dildo," I instructed, panting hard. I knew it was impossible for many guys to reach completion through just anal stimulation, but I had a gut feeling that Ricky was in the minority.

"Hnnn....argh shit Chris! I can't...hnn...." I could hear his headboard hitting the wall- he must have been pumping in and out of himself so fast. I'd give just about anything to be watching this. Why the hell did I listen to Angelo!

"Ah fuuuuck Ricky, you sound so hot over the phone. Moan for me baby, hmmm?" I groaned, stroking myself faster to match his supposed desperation.

"I can't stop...oh god yes, right there...," he groaned. I heard a string of profanities from a
distance, and I guessed he'd dropped the phone.

I could hear him panting and moaning for a minute or two afterwards, while I bought myself into completion quietly. Unlike him, I had a houseful of many ears.

"Ricky, you still there? " I asked after a while, wondering if he'd fallen asleep or something.
After rustling around he bought the phone up to his mouth.

"Chris, I'm..I'm literally shaking, " he stuttered. "What was that? It felt so different..."

I tried not to smirk, even though I knew he couldn't exactly see me. "Different is good, " I said, finally getting up to clean my hand. "It just means you like it in the ass...a lot, " I couldn't help laughing.

He laughed dryly in return, "Or maybe it's something else entirely. It's not like I was just feeling, I was imagining you. I'm not that gay! "

He'd brushed it off but I knew I had probably offended him a little. I'd make it up to him tomorrow. "Sure sure Rick. Now maybe you'll be able to go to sleep. " I smiled, rinsing my hand in the small bathroom connected to my room.

"Thanks Chris, " he said softly, the meekness of is voice making my chest feel tighter.

"My pleasure, I'll see you soon," I cooed. "Sweet nightmares."

"You too, night," he replied even more quietly. I waited for a few seconds for him to put down the phone.

And I waited some more.

"You not gonna put it down? " he asked.

"No, I'm waiting for you to do the honors..." I said, waiting again.

But he didn't, and after a while I resigned to listening to his breathing. I lay down in bed, turning off the lights and letting my mobile sit on my ear.

I almost starting dosing off until I heard a faint noise. "I don't want to hang up...." It sounded like he was talking to me face first into his pillow. He was so fucking adorable.

"If you don't, then you'll run up my phone bill, " I smiled sleepily.

"I don't care..." he yawned.

A few seconds later I found myself loosing the battle to stay awake, and a welcomed darkness overtook me.

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Notes

Just a bit of phone sex. Hope you enjoyed it ;)