He wanted to discuss them, have them time, maybe
even get it on with some phone sex. Yep, losing it big-time. Then his
daddy switch flipped, and suddenly he couldn’t shut up about Hayley’s A on her
Cold War history project, about how Connor was pushing a tooth, about the fact
Lexie had slept through an entire night, and how Max had figured out how to
change the DVDs all by himself instead of just sitting and staring.
Jack was laughing at
something Riley said, and Riley couldn’t even recall what it was, instead he
focused on the tone of Jack’s voice and sat down on the edge of his bed. He
needed to tell Jack something, and it wasn’t good. That was probably why he was
feeling the strain today.
“I’m not going to be here
when you get back. They moved the meeting up at the field.”
Jack didn’t say anything
immediately, and the silence spoke volumes. “I thought it was two weeks away.”
“Tom is more efficient
than I thought. He’s pulled us up by a month at least, and I’ve been asked to
accompany the team looking at the fields over the border as an industry expert
in ethical issues and with a view to widening the support for the population in
that area.”
“Wow, Riley, that’s
amazing.”
Riley lay back on the bed
and sighed heavily as he did so. “Is it wrong that all I want to do is be here
when you get back?”
Jack chuckled. “Is it
wrong I wish I was there now and that I didn’t have to do the grown adult thing
and stay in Laredofor the whole trial?”
That made Riley smile, and
the chuckle was that soft, deep, sexy sound Jack made that just kicked Riley in
the chest every time he heard it. “I’m leaving Wednesday.”
“I’ll be back Thursday.”
“I’ll be back Saturday.”
“Two days, then. We’ve
been apart two weeks, we can handle two days.” Jack’s voice had lowered, and
suddenly Riley was very much back in phone-sex mode. The tone of his husband’s
voice, half-growly, half-sleepy, was turning him on.
“Not sure I can handle any
more time apart,” Riley said in his best impression of Jack’s voice, all lazy
vowels and gruffness.
“Where are you?”
“Laying on the bed. You?”
“Yeah, and staring up at
the ceiling.”
Riley shifted in bed and
idly cupped his cock. “Are you in sleep pants?”
“Just a towel,” Jack
answered immediately. “But I’m taking it off.”
Riley groaned at the
thought of Jack alone and naked in a bed hundreds of miles away. “You touching
yourself?” He tightened the grip he had on his own cock and moved his hand to a
soft, slow rhythm, just enough to quicken his breathing and to make him want
more. He could envision Jack’s dark hair, the swirls of it on his chest and the
trail that traveled south, and if he closed his eyes, he could imagine the
scents and the touch of his lover.
The phone slipped from his
hand, and frustrated, he pressed buttons until he was on speakerphone. “I’ve
put the phone down,” he said.
“Me too.”
Just those words had Riley
arching up into his hand, his eyes tight and his need overwhelming.
“What are you doing?” he
asked.
“I have lube for my cock,”
Jack said. His voice was lower, if that was even possible. “Riley, talk to me.”
Riley instinctively
reached for the drawer and pulled out lube, rushing to squeeze enough on his
hands to make a difference. “I want you to fuck me, Jack.”
“Jesus, Riley.”
“I’m pushing my fingers
inside. I’m not going slow—I need you inside me now. Two fingers. It burns,
Jack, three…”
“Fuck…”
Riley gasped as he stroked
his gland gently. He was going to come from this with the thought of Jack
inside him. Frantically he pressed inside, the feel not quite Jack, not quite
close enough, but when he twisted his fingers and pushed them apart so they
stretched him… Now it was his turn to curse. Awkwardly he circled his cock with
his other hand and nearly lost his balance.
“I need you here, holding
me while you fuck me,”
even get it on with some phone sex. Yep, losing it big-time. Then his
daddy switch flipped, and suddenly he couldn’t shut up about Hayley’s A on her
Cold War history project, about how Connor was pushing a tooth, about the fact
Lexie had slept through an entire night, and how Max had figured out how to
change the DVDs all by himself instead of just sitting and staring.
Jack was laughing at
something Riley said, and Riley couldn’t even recall what it was, instead he
focused on the tone of Jack’s voice and sat down on the edge of his bed. He
needed to tell Jack something, and it wasn’t good. That was probably why he was
feeling the strain today.
“I’m not going to be here
when you get back. They moved the meeting up at the field.”
Jack didn’t say anything
immediately, and the silence spoke volumes. “I thought it was two weeks away.”
“Tom is more efficient
than I thought. He’s pulled us up by a month at least, and I’ve been asked to
accompany the team looking at the fields over the border as an industry expert
in ethical issues and with a view to widening the support for the population in
that area.”
“Wow, Riley, that’s
amazing.”
Riley lay back on the bed
and sighed heavily as he did so. “Is it wrong that all I want to do is be here
when you get back?”
Jack chuckled. “Is it
wrong I wish I was there now and that I didn’t have to do the grown adult thing
and stay in Laredofor the whole trial?”
That made Riley smile, and
the chuckle was that soft, deep, sexy sound Jack made that just kicked Riley in
the chest every time he heard it. “I’m leaving Wednesday.”
“I’ll be back Thursday.”
“I’ll be back Saturday.”
“Two days, then. We’ve
been apart two weeks, we can handle two days.” Jack’s voice had lowered, and
suddenly Riley was very much back in phone-sex mode. The tone of his husband’s
voice, half-growly, half-sleepy, was turning him on.
“Not sure I can handle any
more time apart,” Riley said in his best impression of Jack’s voice, all lazy
vowels and gruffness.
“Where are you?”
“Laying on the bed. You?”
“Yeah, and staring up at
the ceiling.”
Riley shifted in bed and
idly cupped his cock. “Are you in sleep pants?”
“Just a towel,” Jack
answered immediately. “But I’m taking it off.”
Riley groaned at the
thought of Jack alone and naked in a bed hundreds of miles away. “You touching
yourself?” He tightened the grip he had on his own cock and moved his hand to a
soft, slow rhythm, just enough to quicken his breathing and to make him want
more. He could envision Jack’s dark hair, the swirls of it on his chest and the
trail that traveled south, and if he closed his eyes, he could imagine the
scents and the touch of his lover.
The phone slipped from his
hand, and frustrated, he pressed buttons until he was on speakerphone. “I’ve
put the phone down,” he said.
“Me too.”
Just those words had Riley
arching up into his hand, his eyes tight and his need overwhelming.
“What are you doing?” he
asked.
“I have lube for my cock,”
Jack said. His voice was lower, if that was even possible. “Riley, talk to me.”
Riley instinctively
reached for the drawer and pulled out lube, rushing to squeeze enough on his
hands to make a difference. “I want you to fuck me, Jack.”
“Jesus, Riley.”
“I’m pushing my fingers
inside. I’m not going slow—I need you inside me now. Two fingers. It burns,
Jack, three…”
“Fuck…”
Riley gasped as he stroked
his gland gently. He was going to come from this with the thought of Jack
inside him. Frantically he pressed inside, the feel not quite Jack, not quite
close enough, but when he twisted his fingers and pushed them apart so they
stretched him… Now it was his turn to curse. Awkwardly he circled his cock with
his other hand and nearly lost his balance.
“I need you here, holding
me while you fuck me,”
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