several action-packed movies in the hopes they’d at least keep his mind entertained when the phone rang.
He’d figured it’d be Jace, who’d tried to get him to hang out with him and Clint again. But drinking hadn’t helped anything. Rex had warned Sawyer about the radio silence, but when he said, “Hey,” and Rex’s voice answered, “Did I wake you?” Sawyer fucking melted.
“I’ve been worried about you,” he admitted before he could stop himself.
“I’ve been worried about you,” Rex countered.
He couldn’t even ask Rex where he was. Realized that Rex might be on base and couldn’t tell him. “Have you been sleeping at all?”
“Always have trouble without you next to me. In case you hadn’t noticed, my sleep patterns have vastly improved with you in my bed.”
“I noticed,” he said quietly. Rex had to be someplace private if he was able to talk about things like that, so he breathed a little easier. Things were okay.
“Good. Because I assumed you did, but then I realized that I should probably stop assuming and start telling you.”
“Thanks.” Sawyer closed his eyes, said a silent prayer that he’d say the right thing. “Is Josh okay?”
“He’s alive. He’s okay.”
He let out a long breath. “Good.”
“He looks the same. Like time stood still for him. And he doesn’t remember anything. Not me or his time with the teams. Or anything before four years ago.”
Sawyer didn’t know what to say. Figured Rex just needed for him to listen but he couldn’t help but add, “I’m glad he has you there.”
There was a long pause. “You’re a special one, Sawyer.”
“Is—”
“I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Not right now. Things are strange and crazy, but I couldn’t sleep because I was thinking about you. No one else but you. This conversation’s about you from this point onward.”
Sawyer’s cock got hard at the tone and the implication of Rex’s words. He’d automatically headed to the bedroom, collapsed on the sheets that smelled like Rex.
Rex had asked him to stay here while he was gone, asked that Sawyer be here when he got back. Sawyer hadn’t had the heart to refuse and now was glad he hadn’t.
“Get yourself comfortable, baby,” Rex purred. “But first, grab the laptop. Want to see you.”
Sawyer smiled and grabbed for the MacBook Air on the night table. He turned on Skype and waited for it to load as he got naked.
Rex looked tired but his eyes were bright. Sawyer put a finger up to the computer as if to touch his face.
“This is nice,” Rex said. “Wanted to see your face when you came.”
“You’re coming too,” he replied and Rex snorted.
“Someone’s feeling his oats.”
“Damned straight.”
Sawyer lay on his side, lubed his cock and began to stroke it the way Rex told him to, first long and slow and then fast and hard until he was begging Rex to let him come.
“More than once,” Rex said. “Love to hear you beg.”
“I want you inside me. Fuck, if I think hard enough, I can feel your cock in my ass.”
“Jesus, Sawyer.” The bed on Rex’s side rustled and he knew, just by the sound of the man’s voice, that Rex was jerking off. “Want to bend you over the nearest couch. Or my desk. Wouldn’t care where you were or who was around when I did it. I’d hold you down, bite the back of your neck. Drive into you until you were yelling my name. Because I love it when you yell my name.”
“Yeah, I’d do that. Fucking take everything you gave me.”
Their relationship had started out with phone sex, because that had been the most non-threatening for Sawyer.
He still liked the memories it brought back, and the orgasm raced through him. Rex shouted softly as he came a minute later. But Sawyer couldn’t find that good, contented feeling he usually had when an orgasm abated.
Rex, of course, noticed. “Trouble staying still?”
“I am still.”
Rex frowned and Sawyer realized his foot was shaking, which in
He’d figured it’d be Jace, who’d tried to get him to hang out with him and Clint again. But drinking hadn’t helped anything. Rex had warned Sawyer about the radio silence, but when he said, “Hey,” and Rex’s voice answered, “Did I wake you?” Sawyer fucking melted.
“I’ve been worried about you,” he admitted before he could stop himself.
“I’ve been worried about you,” Rex countered.
He couldn’t even ask Rex where he was. Realized that Rex might be on base and couldn’t tell him. “Have you been sleeping at all?”
“Always have trouble without you next to me. In case you hadn’t noticed, my sleep patterns have vastly improved with you in my bed.”
“I noticed,” he said quietly. Rex had to be someplace private if he was able to talk about things like that, so he breathed a little easier. Things were okay.
“Good. Because I assumed you did, but then I realized that I should probably stop assuming and start telling you.”
“Thanks.” Sawyer closed his eyes, said a silent prayer that he’d say the right thing. “Is Josh okay?”
“He’s alive. He’s okay.”
He let out a long breath. “Good.”
“He looks the same. Like time stood still for him. And he doesn’t remember anything. Not me or his time with the teams. Or anything before four years ago.”
Sawyer didn’t know what to say. Figured Rex just needed for him to listen but he couldn’t help but add, “I’m glad he has you there.”
There was a long pause. “You’re a special one, Sawyer.”
“Is—”
“I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Not right now. Things are strange and crazy, but I couldn’t sleep because I was thinking about you. No one else but you. This conversation’s about you from this point onward.”
Sawyer’s cock got hard at the tone and the implication of Rex’s words. He’d automatically headed to the bedroom, collapsed on the sheets that smelled like Rex.
Rex had asked him to stay here while he was gone, asked that Sawyer be here when he got back. Sawyer hadn’t had the heart to refuse and now was glad he hadn’t.
“Get yourself comfortable, baby,” Rex purred. “But first, grab the laptop. Want to see you.”
Sawyer smiled and grabbed for the MacBook Air on the night table. He turned on Skype and waited for it to load as he got naked.
Rex looked tired but his eyes were bright. Sawyer put a finger up to the computer as if to touch his face.
“This is nice,” Rex said. “Wanted to see your face when you came.”
“You’re coming too,” he replied and Rex snorted.
“Someone’s feeling his oats.”
“Damned straight.”
Sawyer lay on his side, lubed his cock and began to stroke it the way Rex told him to, first long and slow and then fast and hard until he was begging Rex to let him come.
“More than once,” Rex said. “Love to hear you beg.”
“I want you inside me. Fuck, if I think hard enough, I can feel your cock in my ass.”
“Jesus, Sawyer.” The bed on Rex’s side rustled and he knew, just by the sound of the man’s voice, that Rex was jerking off. “Want to bend you over the nearest couch. Or my desk. Wouldn’t care where you were or who was around when I did it. I’d hold you down, bite the back of your neck. Drive into you until you were yelling my name. Because I love it when you yell my name.”
“Yeah, I’d do that. Fucking take everything you gave me.”
Their relationship had started out with phone sex, because that had been the most non-threatening for Sawyer.
He still liked the memories it brought back, and the orgasm raced through him. Rex shouted softly as he came a minute later. But Sawyer couldn’t find that good, contented feeling he usually had when an orgasm abated.
Rex, of course, noticed. “Trouble staying still?”
“I am still.”
Rex frowned and Sawyer realized his foot was shaking, which in
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