Page 99 of Game Changer
“Oh fuck... Tryin’ to do both things at once, but I kinda just wanna keep fucking myself here. Feels almost as good as you in me.”
Scott let his imagination provide him with the visuals. He could picture the way Kip was stretched around his toy, arm muscles straining as he moved it in and out. He could see Kip’s thumb working the slick head of his cock, and the way his mouth was probably hanging open, face slack and euphoric.
“So good, Kip. I’ll bet you look so beautiful right now.”
Kip wasn’t talking anymore. He was just making gorgeous, needy sounds, and Scott drank them in.
“Come on, baby. Finish it. However you need to. Wanna hear you.”
“Okay, fuck. I wish I could hear you too. Wish I could—Ah. I’m so close. I’m so—”
Scott was on fire, everywhere. If he so much as brushed his cock, he was going to erupt. “Come for me. Come on. I love you so much.”
He heard Kip start to reply, “I lo—” but he broke off with a strangled cry.
Scott’s own mouth fell open. Relief washed over him as if he was somehow sharing Kip’s orgasm.
“Oh wow. Fuck,” Kip panted after he’d had time to come back to himself. “That was... Holy shit. I was not expectinganyof that.”
Scott laughed. “Me neither. I thought we’d just have a nice chat.”
“I’m a real fucking mess over here.”
“Mm. I’ll bet you look incredible.”
“You must be hurting, though. You sure you can’t—”
“I’ll take care of myself. Later. As soon as fucking possible.”
“Wish I could help.”
“You did. I’ll be thinking of you, don’t worry.”
Kip exhaled loudly. “I love you.”
“I love you. Can’t believe the things you make me do.”
He chuckled. “I’m all sleepy now.”
“Go get cleaned up and go to bed,” Scott said. “I should get out of this room anyway.”
“You gonna be able to get back to your hotel room? Without poking someone’s eye out?”
“I’ll be fine,” Scott said tersely. “Go to bed.”
“All right,” Kip yawned. “Well, thanks for the phone call.”
They both laughed.
“Goodnight.” Scott hung up and did his best to conceal the erection that was not flagging at all before making a beeline for his hotel room. He acknowledged his roommate with a quick nod and went straight into the bathroom.
It only took a few strokes with his hand braced against the shower wall and the memory of Kip’s moans filling his ears. He pulled his hand away from the wall and bit his fist as he came so hard he nearly lost his balance, panting hard as his release swirled down the drain.
Jesus Christ, Kip. What are you doing to me?
* * *
Kip checked his email when he got back to Scott’s after work the next day. There was one from the Museum of the City of New York.
