Page 108 of Roleplay at Randy's
With breaks and sleep, the drive there alone took them nearly five days. A few days to sight see, and now they’re on their way home. I know Matty is going to be exhausted, so I arranged for Cal to spend the weekend with Miya, give the man a chance to relax a bit before he has to jump into Dad-mode.
Cal is still wrapped in the blanket when he enters the entryway, but at least he’s got his shoes on now. The blanket is pressed against his face, and up close I can see the red skin around his eyes.
“You want to take that with you?”
He nods, lowering the blanket slightly to smile and throw himself into Miya’s open arms.
Calum loves Matty as much as I do, and these last two weeks have been brutal on us both.
“We’ll video call as soon as he’s home and settled.”
Miya shakes her head. “Don’t rush on our account. We’ll keep little bud preoccupied.” She gives me a one-armed hug and ushers Cal out the door, mouthing a quiet “good luck” before I shut the door behind her.
I wander out the back door and off our little screened deck onto the sand and breathe in the salty evening air. It took two years of saving up and another six months of searching and packing, but we finally settled on a place out here in California not too far from Miya and Roxy.
The warm weather suits us all a little better, and Matty wouldn’t have found his calling if we had stayed in Boston—though I’m hoping we’ll get to make a special trip back to Randy’s Diner soon, if all goes well when Matty gets home tomorrow.
I sit down in one of the beach chairs just off the deck and pull my phone out. Knowing my luck, I’d catch him while he’s getting some sleep, but without Cal to distractme, the little hole in my heart only Matty can fill is getting deeper.
The call tune rings out three or four times, and as a pebble of disappointment lands in my gut, the screen goes black and then blinks to life.
He definitely wasn’t sleeping, not with the laughing and screeching of all the dancers he coaches filling their travel bus. Matty’s eyes give away his exhaustion, and I’m not surprised that neither of his hearing aids are in.
I pull the phone back so he can see me wave, and his responding smile is just the balm I need.
‘You okay?’ I sign, and his smile wobbles.
He nods but leans his head back on the window of his seat, and I hate the distance because all I want to do is wrap my arms around him and pull him close.
‘I miss you.’ There’s a wet sheen to his eyes, and my heart lurches so hard it rattles my ribcage.
‘Me too. I love you.’
‘I love you, Lee.’
Only a couple more hours and Matty will be home, and I can hold him in my arms as long as it takes for us to feel sated and secure again.
Editingvideos of Matty and I fucking each other just before he left may not be the smartest way to bide my time, but it sure eases some of the loneliness in my chest.
He doesn’t need to run the site anymore, and he doesn’t dedicate a lot of time to it these days, but it’s become a fun pastime for us to try out new toys or kinks on camera, and if they pan out I’ll usually sit and go through them like I am now. Most of my work is remote, so I’ve got the time.
My cock responds readily to Matty’s moans and mewls, to the soft gasps of my name as I fuck into him with some dragon sheath he’d been obsessed with trying. I’m not as adventurous with toys as he is, but I’d let him do just about anything to me as long as he’s got those bedroom eyes.
My name is a chant on his lips, and the harder he makes me, the stronger I miss him. It doesn’t take long for me to set the laptop aside, to close my eyes and listen to Matty’s sex-heavy voice while languidly stroking my dick through the slit in my boxers.
He had said he wanted to feel the ache for days, and I had fucked him long and hard until he tapped out. Even when he was tired and dozing off, he’d told me to keep filling him until he told me to stop. By the time he did, the sun was rising in the sky, but we were both too sated to care.
Two weeks without sex I can handle—though Matty has become a master of secret sexting while he’s been away—it’s not being able to have him in my arms or hear his rough, sleep-filled voice in the mornings. It’s the missing coffee pot full of hot cocoa that he still makes even though we live in a perpetual heat.
“Lee! Fuck—yes! I love you so much. I’m gonna?—”
“Elias Lee.”
My hand stills where it’s spreading precum down my length. I don’t open my eyes because I’m not entirely sure this isn’t a very nice dream, but then there’s a shift of weight on the bed and warm lips on my neck.
My arms wrap around Matty’s middle in a heartbeat, his soft chuckle resonating against my skin.
“I missed you so fucking much.” I press my face into the hollow of his throat, feeling the vibration of his quiet hum.
