Trying to get inspired – this one’s been running around in my head for a while. Very first draft, stream of consciousness-ish. God damn it, I want the B/J love back. Hopefully this will help. :)
“Hey.” The smile was evident in his voice.
“Where are you?”
“Mmm. Anything interesting?”
He laughed. The sound of his laugh always made me smile.
“I don’t know. Maybe… It’s not finished.” A pause. “What are you doing?” His voice was quieter.
What could I say? Missing you…?
“Not much. Working.”
“Yeah? How’s work?”
I snorted before I could stop myself. “It’s work. I got the Riedel account.”
“Wow! Really? That’s great, Brian.” His enthusiasm was greater than mine. I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about him. Wishing he was here.
“Yeah, it’s cool. I’m brilliant, what can I say?”
He laughed again, softly. “You’re always brilliant.” A pause again, expectant across the phone line.
“You ok?” His voice was very soft. I couldn’t answer. “What are you thinking about?” He sounded much too far away.
“Your mouth.” At least I was honest.
His laugh was a little huskier. “My mouth?”
“What’s it doing?”
Just like that, I was hard.
I closed my eyes. “Kissing my neck.”
“Mmmm. What else?” I could hear him shifting, adjusting the phone.
“Kissing down my chest – down the middle, the way I like.”
“You always squirm when I do that.”
I was shifting myself, moving on my chair to find a more comfortable way to sit. I pushed my chair further back away from my desk, stretching my legs out.
“It’s ‘cause I can’t wait for you to get to my dick.”
His chuckle rang in my ear. “But I always make you wait.”
“I know.” Fuck, do I ever.
“I think you like waiting.” His voice had that tone now, the one that made one long shiver run down my spine.
“I hate waiting. You know that. Especially when it comes to my dick.”
“Ah, but it’s always worth it.”
Ain’t that the truth.
“Cocky, aren’t you?” I heard that little intake of breath. “You should be here.”
That breath was sharper. “Brian…”
I know he heard my zipper.
That little breathy voice went straight to my dick.
I heard rustling, like he was moving around. “No.”
He said nothing. He didn’t need to. We both knew where this was going.
My head tipped back. “Talk to me.”
“About what?” He knew what I was doing.
“Anything. I want to hear your voice when I come.”
“Brian!” His whisper was harsh. I laughed. “Aren’t you at work?”
“So, you shouldn’t just jerk off at your desk.”
“I wouldn’t have to if you were here, on your knees. Or maybe over my desk.” Now there’s a pretty picture.
“Don’t do this to me.” God, I loved that pleading tone to his voice.
“Oh, there are many things I want to do to you.”
Fuck. Me. Now I was in trouble.