Page 9 of Conflict Conclusion

“Well, that’s much less fun. Go back to telling me how you’re just the right amount of hard.”

James rolled his eyes, but his dick gave an interested twitch. They’d never had phone sex before. It wasn’t really the sort of thing James would do on a worknight, with his mom in the other room, and he was in Leon’s bed every weekend night so there had never been much of a point.

“Is…that what you want to do right now?”

The silence on the other end of the line would have shattered his confidence a few months ago, but now he knew Leon sometimes needed a moment to gather his thoughts.

“I wasn’t actually expecting you to respond to my text. Figured you’d be busy wining and dining and sunbathing, or whatever.”

He only debated telling Leon about the conversation at dinner for a second, before he rolled onto his back and traced his fingers over the waistband of his pajama pants.

“The sun is setting, and I only had soda with dinner.”

“So, what you’re saying is you’re completely sober and consenting?” Leon asked, his voice still teasing.

James dipped his fingers under his waistband and teased them through his pubic hair. “I am of sound mind and hard dick.”

Leon laughed, a full-body thing that rolled through James, from the tips of his reddened ears all the way down to his dick.

“Alright, darlin’, I hear you loud and clear. I was probably going to jerk off before going to bed anyways. We can…” Leon’s voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Jerk off together?”

James shoved down his pants and boxers and said, a little breathlessly, “Okay.”

“My eager little mensch,” Leon growled, and there was some shuffling on his end, and the sound quality changed, as if he’d set the phone on speaker. “Are you hard and wet already?”

James shivered, kicking off his clothes and fisting the sheet to pull over himself. Their suite was a little chilly, but he wasn’t going to get up and change that now. “I’m getting there. Are you?”

“Getting there,” Leon said, and the distinct sound of skin moving on skin came through the phone.

“Are you stroking yourself?” James asked, his fingers gently tracing over his own dick.

“I am,” Leon said, the noise growing steadily louder. “Are you? Or…are you going to finger yourself?”

Leon’s breath hitched, and James closed his eyes, picturing the way Leon’s hand must have just stuttered over his dick. He was probably clenching his teeth, somehow always surprised at his own pleasure, even as he desperately chased more.

If James was there with him, he would give him more. More strokes to his beautiful dick, more kisses and bites. He would give Leon the entire world if he could—too bad he might as well be on the other side of it right now.

All he could do was join Leon in his pleasure across the crackling phone line.

James let out a soft breath and dipped two fingers down between his folds. Unfortunately, he wasn’t very wet yet, and despite what he’d said to Leon, he actually was a little sore from the back-to-back rounds they’d had last night.

“I might just stick to my dick.” He wasn’t sure what propelled him to say it, but he murmured, “Maybe you could finger yourself? Get yourself ready for me?”

Leon exhaled sharply, and the line fell silent. The ball in James’ belly continued to pulse warmly, so he kept his shoulders relaxed and teased his foreskin back, rubbing at the small, sensitive nub. A jolt of pleasure shot through him, and he moaned.

“Fuck,” Leon said, his voice surprisingly rough around the edges. “You sound so sexy…want to bend you over…or, I guess, let you bend me over?”

“Gotta prep first, baby. If you want me to use your favorite dildo, you’ll need at least three fingers first.”

Since Valentine’s Day, James had only topped a handful of times. Twice had been when he’d asked to, but the other times had been when Leon seemed to be having a particularly rough time and wanted James to get him out of his head. He could do that while bottoming for Leon, too, drawing out his orgasms or pushing him to have multiple in one session, but there was just something about bottoming that always seemed to get Leon out of his head.

“O-okay,” Leon said. “Gimme a sec…”

There was some rustling and the sound of a drawer opening.

“It’s been a little while,” Leon grumbled, but a lid clicked open and, after a few moments, clicked shut.

“Start nice and slow, baby. Don’t want to hurt you,” James said, absolutely no idea where all this dirty talk was coming from. His fingers were still slowly circling his dick, but his entire focus was on the soft noises and small grunts coming through the phone.