office and Yves was free to do whatever he wanted. Lately, Yves had been getting on his nerves and he wasn't sure why. He always seemed to be there with that dopey expression, offering unnecessary help.
It was just after midnight when the telephone rang. Marco was drifting into a deep sleep and he bolted forward to reach for the phone. No one called this late at night. He was worried it was bad news. “Hello,” he said hoarsely. It sounded like a direct order.
"Hey,” Frazier said. “I just got your card. I opened my suitcase and saw it on top of my clothes."
"My card?” Marco asked. He hadn't placed a card in Frazier's suitcase. He didn't know what Frazier was talking about.
"I feel guilty now,” Frazier said. “I didn't get you a card. I thought we agreed years ago not to make our anniversary a cheesy Hallmark event like other people. You're the one who insisted you hated buying me anniversary cards because they weren't geared toward gay couples. And the ones geared for gay couples weren't very good."
"You don't have to get me a card,” Marco said, sitting up. “I decided to get you one this year as a joke. I figured you'd get a good laugh.” He had no idea who would slip an anniversary card into Frazier's suitcase, but he didn't want to let Frazier down. He sounded so happy and excited to see the card. For a moment, he was sorry he hadn't given him the card himself.
"You're a sneak,” Frazier said. “But it was cute. I love it. I was missing you all day, and I hate being away from you on our anniversary."
"I do too,” Marco said. “But at least you'll be home tomorrow and we can celebrate with everyone.” He tried hard to sound as if he was looking forward to the party. But he would have preferred to spend his entire anniversary celebration in bed with Frazier, with his legs over Frazier's shoulders and Frazier's rough beard rubbing against his shoulder.
"How much do you miss me?"
"You have no idea,” Marco said. “I've had an erection all day."
"What are you wearing right now?"
"Ah well,” Marco said. “You're being naughty now. You know I never wear anything to bed. I'm naked."
"Put your hand down between your legs and touch yourself,” Frazier said.
"Are you serious? It's late and you should get to bed."
"C'mon,” Frazier said. “Do it for me. I'm sitting here all alone in a hotel room and my dick is ready to burst just hearing your voice.” His voice became low and soft. “Put your hands down between your legs and play with yourself for me. Put the phone on speaker and pull the covers back so I can pretend I'm watching you do naughty things to yourself."
Marco smiled. They hadn't done this in a while, not since the last time Frazier had to fly to Paris and Marco had to do an interview on a talk show in L.A. So he pulled back the covers and pressed the speakerphone button. When the phone was on the bed next to his thigh, he reached down between his legs and grabbed his dick.
"Are you touching yourself now?” Frazier asked.
Marco stretched out on the bed and spread his legs. “Yes,” he said. “What do you want me to do next?” These phone sessions worked best when Frazier gave the orders and he followed them. Frazier liked to be in control. He'd always been the dominant one in bed.
"Are you hard?"
"Yes."
"Start stroking your cock with one hand."
"I'm stroking now,” Marco said. His penis had become a full erection. He loved listening to Frazier's deep masculine voice, especially when he talked dirty.
"While you jerk, lift up your legs, spread them wide, and play with your tight little hole for me. You know how much I love your tight little hole."
Marco closed his eyes and moaned a few times. When he lifted his legs and pressed two fingers up against his anus, he arched his back and said, “Yes, Frazier. I'm pretending it's you. I'm imagining you're between my legs and you're ready to enter me.” Actually, it felt weird. But he didn't want to disappoint Frazier so he
It was just after midnight when the telephone rang. Marco was drifting into a deep sleep and he bolted forward to reach for the phone. No one called this late at night. He was worried it was bad news. “Hello,” he said hoarsely. It sounded like a direct order.
"Hey,” Frazier said. “I just got your card. I opened my suitcase and saw it on top of my clothes."
"My card?” Marco asked. He hadn't placed a card in Frazier's suitcase. He didn't know what Frazier was talking about.
"I feel guilty now,” Frazier said. “I didn't get you a card. I thought we agreed years ago not to make our anniversary a cheesy Hallmark event like other people. You're the one who insisted you hated buying me anniversary cards because they weren't geared toward gay couples. And the ones geared for gay couples weren't very good."
"You don't have to get me a card,” Marco said, sitting up. “I decided to get you one this year as a joke. I figured you'd get a good laugh.” He had no idea who would slip an anniversary card into Frazier's suitcase, but he didn't want to let Frazier down. He sounded so happy and excited to see the card. For a moment, he was sorry he hadn't given him the card himself.
"You're a sneak,” Frazier said. “But it was cute. I love it. I was missing you all day, and I hate being away from you on our anniversary."
"I do too,” Marco said. “But at least you'll be home tomorrow and we can celebrate with everyone.” He tried hard to sound as if he was looking forward to the party. But he would have preferred to spend his entire anniversary celebration in bed with Frazier, with his legs over Frazier's shoulders and Frazier's rough beard rubbing against his shoulder.
"How much do you miss me?"
"You have no idea,” Marco said. “I've had an erection all day."
"What are you wearing right now?"
"Ah well,” Marco said. “You're being naughty now. You know I never wear anything to bed. I'm naked."
"Put your hand down between your legs and touch yourself,” Frazier said.
"Are you serious? It's late and you should get to bed."
"C'mon,” Frazier said. “Do it for me. I'm sitting here all alone in a hotel room and my dick is ready to burst just hearing your voice.” His voice became low and soft. “Put your hands down between your legs and play with yourself for me. Put the phone on speaker and pull the covers back so I can pretend I'm watching you do naughty things to yourself."
Marco smiled. They hadn't done this in a while, not since the last time Frazier had to fly to Paris and Marco had to do an interview on a talk show in L.A. So he pulled back the covers and pressed the speakerphone button. When the phone was on the bed next to his thigh, he reached down between his legs and grabbed his dick.
"Are you touching yourself now?” Frazier asked.
Marco stretched out on the bed and spread his legs. “Yes,” he said. “What do you want me to do next?” These phone sessions worked best when Frazier gave the orders and he followed them. Frazier liked to be in control. He'd always been the dominant one in bed.
"Are you hard?"
"Yes."
"Start stroking your cock with one hand."
"I'm stroking now,” Marco said. His penis had become a full erection. He loved listening to Frazier's deep masculine voice, especially when he talked dirty.
"While you jerk, lift up your legs, spread them wide, and play with your tight little hole for me. You know how much I love your tight little hole."
Marco closed his eyes and moaned a few times. When he lifted his legs and pressed two fingers up against his anus, he arched his back and said, “Yes, Frazier. I'm pretending it's you. I'm imagining you're between my legs and you're ready to enter me.” Actually, it felt weird. But he didn't want to disappoint Frazier so he
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