Page 106 of Game Changer
“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 spectacular 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.
