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‘I miss you’ you texted him. Jason had been gone for 5 days. His band, the Bat Boys, was on a small tour, playing bars in college towns around the Midwest. The tour was supposed to last a week, and you had been counting down the hours until he came home since he left. The small apartment the two of you shared had never felt bigger, the bed was too cold to sleep comfortably. You missed him.
‘I miss you too baby’ He texts back immediately. ‘Can I call you?’
You tap the call button instead of answering. He picks up on the first ring.
“Hi!” you answer enthusiastically.
“Good morning, sweetheart, how are you holdin up?” His voice sounds rough over the phone, like he had just woken up.
“Alright, I guess,” you say, sitting further up in bed.
“Why just alright?” he asks. You could practically see his head tilt with the question. You smile at the thought.
“Woulda been better if you were here,” you reply.
“Wow, really layin on the guilt there, baby,” he chuckles.
“I miss you, Jay,” you repeat. “The bed’s too big and cold to sleep by myself.”
“Only two more days and I'll be right there with you,” he sighs.
“That's too long. I miss you now,” you whine.
“Yeah? What do you miss about me?” he asks.
“I miss you. I miss your face, and your scent, and your warmth. I miss your arms, and your hands, and your lips,” you answer. Your mind wandered, thinking about his arms, his hands, his fingers. You hoped he didn't catch on to the want in your voice.
“Yeah?” he asks. “Is that all you miss?” You could hear the smirk in his tone. He definitely caught you.
“What do you mean?” you reply innocently, egging him on.
“You know what I mean,” he replies, his voice growing huskier. “You tell me how much you miss me, all whiny and desperate, then act all innocent when I ask you about it.”
“I have no idea what you're talking about,” you said, smiling.
“Mhmm. Well, do you wanna know what I miss about you?” he purrs.
“I'm all ears,” you say, feigning indifference.
“I miss how soft your skin is, how cute your voice is when you want something, how nice you feel in my lap.” His voice grew deeper with each word. You squeeze your thighs together to relieve the growing ache between your legs.
“Aren't you sharing a room with Dick?” you ask suddenly.
“He's at the gym, something about early bird gets the whatever the fuck,” he grumbles.
You laughed, then grew quiet. You shifted, kicking the blankets off your bare legs.
“Jay?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I wanna see you,”
“See what, baby? Use your words,” he teases.
“Please? I need to, it's been so long,” you whine.
“It's only been a few days, honey,” he laughs. “Dick'll be back soon.”
You thought for a second, running your thumb over your lips.
“What if you take a shower? And maybe accidentally forgot your camera was on?” you hinted.
“I don't know, Dick's gonna wanna shower when he gets back,” he says.
“He can wait,” you say, growing impatient. “Wanna see what I'm wearing?”
“Of course I do, baby,” he says.
You smile and set your phone up, propping it against a lamp on your nightstand. You went to bed wearing his shirt, but you quickly grab the tiniest, tightest top you own. You slip off his shirt and change into the black tank, and pull off your sweats to reveal your tiny black underwear. You pose, snap a few photos, and text them to Jason.
“You still the-” you hear, his voice faltering as he looks at the photos. You hear him clear his throat, then a quiet “Fuck.”
“Everything ok?” you ask.
“Facetime me right now,” he demands. The tone makes you shiver, goose bumps breaking out on your exposed thighs. You hear a door open, and something squeaks. You switch the call to video, your phone still propped up on the nightstand.
You see the bathroom of a motel, one that hasn't been updated since the 80s. You see Jason, shirtless, leaning into the shower to adjust the temperature of the shower. Steam quickly begins to billow, filling the top of the room. You admire the way his hard muscles move as he turns back towards the camera, finally looking at you.
“Enjoying the view?” he asks.
You nod up at the camera, batting your eyelashes at him. You sit up, tucking your legs underneath you.
“God, I forget how needy you get when I'm not there to take care of you,” he says, running his hands through his hair. Somehow, his hair falls in an even sexier way, something you didn't know was possible.
You smile, blushing at his words.
“You like that, baby? You like it when I say dirty things to you?”
You nod, biting your bottom lip.
“Use your words, sweetheart. I wanna hear you,” he says.
“I love when you talk to me like that, I love hearing you,” you reply.
“Good, now you wanna talk or you wanna watch? I can't be too loud in case Dickie comes back” he nods towards the door.
“I wanna see you,” you respond.
“You wanna what?” he says, his voice teasing.
“I wanna see you, Jay, please. I wanna see your cock, I wanna see you touch it,” you reply.
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He straightens up, giving you a better view of his body. He palms his cock, already half hard, through his grey sweatpants. A small groan slips out, and it has you rubbing your thighs together.
“Wanna take your shirt off for me, baby?” he asks, lazily rubbing himself. “Lemme see those pretty tits.”
You slowly lift your top up, making sure to press your chest closer to the camera to give him a good show. You throw the tank off the end of the bed onto the growing pile of discarded clothes. Your nipples already hard from the anticipation and thrill of having Jason watch you.
“God, you're gorgeous. Play with them for me,” he says, pulling his pants and underwear down. His cock springs free, you can just barely make out a bead of precum on the tip. You lick your lips and slowly bring your hands up to your breasts. You rub them, pinching and tugging your nipples every once in a while.
He starts stroking his cock, his hair falling over his forehead. You see him close his eyes for a brief moment before he opens them again, staring intently at the screen. “Feel good, baby? Miss my hands on em, pinching and kissing em?” he groans out. He always talks when he’s horny, but something about him doing it now, when Dick might walk in and hear at any moment sends a chill down your spine.
You nod, squeezing them together and pinching at your nipples. You close your eyes, pretending your hands belong to Jason.
“Look at me, baby, I wanna see you,” he says, moving a bit closer. You oblige, opening your eyes and watching him.
“Good girl, just like that. You like what you see? You like watching me touch myself to you?” he asks.
You nod, letting a small moan slip out.
“Wanna touch yourself for me, honey?” he asks, sweet as can be.
Your hands slowly trail down your chest, over your stomach, finally stopping at the band of your underwear. You finger the fabric, sitting up on your knees to show Jason. You hook your thumbs in them, slowly pulling them down. Once they're on the floor, you sit back down, spreading your legs for the camera.
“God, you're so beautiful. I can't wait to get my hands on you,” he groans out. You see his pace growing faster at the sight of you. The thrill of seeing him so hot and bothered at just the sight of you sends a rush of wetness between your legs.
You move one hand towards your center, brushing your middle finger over the wetness before bringing it up to your clit. You swirl your finger around it, slowly moving closer.
Jason moans at the sight, moving even closer to the screen. “Fuck, just like that. Let me hear you, I wanna hear how good you can fuck yourself. Can you do that for me, baby?” he asks.
You nod, biting your lip. You press down harder on your clit, squeezing your nipple at the same time. The dual stimulation makes you gasp, which quickly turns into a breathy moan. Jason's breathing picks up, you see his bicep flexing as he strokes faster. You lose it at the sight, finally dipping your finger into your cunt.
“Talk to me, baby,” he says, “Tell me how it feels, wanna hear you.” He tilts his head back, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat.
“M’so wet,” you whine. You slip another finger in, feeling the stretch as you scissor yourself open. You squeeze your eyes shut, focusing on the feeling in your chest, the tightness growing in your core.
“God, j- just like that. You're so good for me. So pretty, so- so good,” he stutters out. Your heart pounds in your ears, your breath hitching at the praise. You grind into your hand, going lightheaded as you chase the tightening feeling, spreading your legs even further.
“I’m so close, Jay,” you pant. You curl your fingers into yourself, hitting the spot that makes your moans turn into pathetic whimpers. Your legs begin to tremble.
“Cum for me, baby, wanna see you, please, please baby,” he chants. Once you hear that, you're a goner. You feel yourself come apart on your fingers, moaning his name like a prayer. You feel yourself clench around your fingers, your heart pounding in your ears, drowning out whatever Jason’s saying to you. You continue to move your fingers, slowly, riding out your orgasm.
You try to catch your breath, focusing on Jason’s groans through the phone.
“M’gonna cum, fuck, m so close, baby, look at me, wanna s- wanna see your pretty face,” Jason moans, babbling as he gets closer and closer.
You pry your eyes open, taking a second to focus your vision. Jason's gotten so close to the camera that all you can see is his toned stomach, his hand squeezing his cock as he bucks his hips forward. You whimper as you watch him, soft moans escaping your lips as you pull your fingers out, your heart slowing as you come down from your orgasm.
You see his abs tense, his movements becoming sloppy as he reaches his climax. His hand squeezes one final time, and he cums, covering his chest as he strokes himself through it. His hand slows, halfheartedly stroking until he goes soft.
“Holy shit,” he breathes. “I should go away more often so we can do that again,” he laughs, running his clean hand through his hair.
“Absolutely not!” you shout, laughing. You pull Jason’s shirt back on, settling back down into the bed.
He looks down at his chest, wiping his hands on his legs.
“Now, normally I’d love to invite you to stay and watch, but Dickhead just got back. I’m gonna shower and change, I’ll text you in a bit.”
You pout, tilting your head.
“C’mon babe, you know I wanna stay, but I don’t want Dickie to overhear. I’ll be so fast, ok?” he says, picking his phone up and bringing it close to his face.
“Fine,” you sigh, “But you better send me a cute little outfit pic for your show tonight,” you point at him.
“But of course. I’ll talk to you in a bit, love you!” He leans in, kisses the screen twice, and hangs up.
You lie back on the bed, your phone dramatically thrown across the sheets.
“Only two more days,” you sigh to yourself.