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He’s wearing some kind of tense smile, one that I haven’t seen before. “Yeah, I can tell.”

Focusing on the corner of my screen where my self-view is, I freeze.

I'm shirtless. Fuck.

The entire time I’ve been calling Luke, I’ve only been wearing a towel. Normally, I wouldn’t be mortified, but this is Luke. There’s history.

Heat climbs up my neck, and my dick firms up at the same time.

Oh god, that’s the last thing I need, not when I’m supposed to be friends with Luke.

“Shoot, sorry,” I mumble, searching around for a shirt, a blanket, anything to cover myself up.

“Don’t worry about it.” Luke pauses. “Besides, I think we’ve established that I like seeing you without any clothes on.”

Energy surges through my body and I get even harder. My hand fumbles around and makes contact with fabric, and when I use it to cover my torso, I find out that it’s a hoodie. I rush to get dressed, but Luke cuts through my earbuds before I can get it over my head.

“I said , I like seeing you without any clothes on.”

That stops me dead in my tracks, and I drop the hoodie.

“Do you want me to stay shirtless?” I ask.

“If you don’t mind.” Luke rubs a hand across his face. “The fewer clothes you wear, the better.”

Those words go straight to my dick, and against all logic, I stand up and step back. “Is the towel bothering you?”

Luke darts his tongue out to wet his lips. “Maybe. You could try losing it.”

“But you’re still fully dressed.”

I don’t have time to speculate about where I’m finding these lines because he slips his shirt off, giving me a full view of his body. I stare at my phone, taking in all of Luke’s muscles, flitting over the curve of his pecs and dipping into the ridges of his abs.

If that wasn’t enough, Luke angles the camera lower, and I follow the thick trail of dark hair that leads into his waistband, pointing toward something that I’m aching to see.

“There, now we’re even,” Luke drawls, running a hand over his stomach and momentarily dipping a few fingertips into his sweatpants.

My mouth dries up, and I can’t get any words out. I stare at Luke on my screen in some sort of horny trance that seems to have fried all of my self-control.

“Here’s a proposal,” he says. “I take my sweats off, and you drop the towel. How does that sound?”

That’s all I need. Without a word, I stand up and unhook the towel, letting it fall to the floor with a thud.

Luke groans and shoves his pants down. His dick, long, hard, and slick with precum, jumps up and slaps against his abs with a satisfying smack.

This is totally new to me. I’ve never sexted with anyone over video before—the most I’ve ever done is trade basic nudes with other guys, but we never showed our faces.

What Luke and I are doing, though, is working me up like nothing else.

Moving my hand down, I grip my cock and pump without hesitation or even any conscious thought.

Luke props his phone on the baseboard of his bed and sits up, and this new angle manages to be even better than the last.

“Jerk for me,” I order, and Luke listens, stroking his length and making the hottest facial expressions I’ve ever seen.

“I wish you were here to fuck me,” he mutters, and that alone nearly pushes me over the edge.

“Let me show you what I’d do if I was there.” I wrap my fingers around my shaft and lean forward, resting on the desk and thrusting into my fist.

Luke’s voice sounds through the phone again, thick and needy. “Fuck yeah. That’s so hot.”

I continue rocking back and forth, fucking my hand and giving Luke one hell of a show. He lies back, spreading his legs wide while jerking himself hard and fast, racing me to the finish line.

That’s a race he’s sure to lose because two thrusts later, Luke lets out a deep, throaty moan which sends me spinning out of control. My balls tighten as an orgasm starts to tingle, and I have about five seconds left before I shoot.

“I’m gonna come,” I grunt, standing up straight, and as soon as those words leave my mouth, I explode. My release fires out, spraying my desk and hitting the wall. I collapse into the chair behind me with Luke’s breaths ringing through my earbuds.

I refocus on the phone just in time for Luke’s eruption, which arches high and splatters down against his abs, his face twisted and blissed-out. The sight is enough to make my dick twitch again.

“Oh my god,” Luke drawls, unclenching his fingers and sinking deeper into his pillow. “That was insane.”

I huff in agreement, my brain still struggling to clear the fog.

As Luke recovers, I grab a cleaning wipe from the kitchen and take care of the mess I made before slipping into the hoodie that I was supposed to put on ages ago.

When I sit back down, Luke is wiping himself off, putting his sweatpants back on right after.

Luckily for me and my primitive brain, he decides to stay shirtless.

“So,” he starts, running a hand across his face, “you have any thoughts on what we did? Any post-nut clarity?”

Chuckling, I take a second to think. “That was so damn hot.”

Hot is an understatement. Try ruinous .

“For sure,” he says, pulling the phone close to his face. “Not to be selfish or anything, but I’d like it if we did that again.”

My mind wanders to the prospect of regularly getting naked with Luke over video, drinking in the sight of him, and hearing his husky moans in my ears as I bust.

“Yeah. I want that too.”

Luke lights up. “Awesome. Same time tomorrow?” He wiggles his eyebrows at the camera, and I can’t avoid laughing.

“I’d love to, but we’re doing a round-trip to Linkoping for a game. I think the team would have something to say if I started cranking it on the bus home.”

Unfazed, Luke keeps smiling at me, and a familiar warmth settles deep in my stomach. “No big deal. I’ll send you some stuff to tide you over.”

“You don’t have to,” I say automatically, even though the idea of Luke sending me dirty pictures of himself is appealing as heck. Sure, I want more with him, and short of being together like I want, this might be the next best thing. It might be enough to scratch that itch.

“Come on, Erik, I take amazing nudes.” Luke’s cheeks flush. “I experimented with angles and lighting around a year ago, but I haven’t trusted anyone enough to send anything, even though I don’t include my face.”

I would have been more than satisfied with a blurry top-down shot of his cock with the flash on, but Luke posing for me? The porn I watched this morning might be the last I’ll ever want to see.

“I won’t say no,” I mumble, still processing Luke’s offer. “Still, I don’t know if I can send anything good back.”

“You don’t need to send me anything if you aren’t comfortable,” he says. “And I’d be more than satisfied with a dirty voice note.”

I scoff. “A voice note?”

Luke nods. “Do you have any idea what your filthy mouth does to me?”

I have a filthy mouth? “Since when am I any good at that shit?”

Lying down, Luke sighs. “Since whenever. Your sex talk has always made me go wild.”

“Alright then, I’ll do my best to send you sexy voice notes.” I laugh—that has got to be one of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever said out loud, but hey, if Luke likes my weird ass horny voice, so be it.

Maybe I’ll see how dirty I can get without getting called out. It might be fun.

Luke leans his head back and pumps his fist. “Oh man, I can’t fucking wait.”

Picking my phone up, I wander over to my bed and flop down above the covers. “Me neither.” I smile back and lower my pitch. “Sexy voice note.”

That earns a sputter from Luke. “Dude, shut the fuck up. Don’t shame me for this shit.”

“Hey, I’m not shaming you,” I say. “But I might need to get used to someone jerking off to me speaking .” My confident act falters when I mess it up with a deep yawn, and Luke’s expression softens.

“Shit, I forgot how late it is over there,” he says. “I’ll let you go.”

“Sounds good,” I say, giving him a wave.

“See you.” Luke winks at me before he hangs up, and I lie there taking in our arrangement until my phone pings again.

I check the message, and my breathing stops.

Luke sent me a selfie in the shower . Caption: needed one of these too.

It cuts off right above his crotch, but the picture still shows all the important parts: water running down his skin, the top of his neatly trimmed bush, just enough to hint at what lies outside the frame, and that smirk. That damn smoldering smirk. The selfie is in our text history, too.

It’s there for me to revisit whenever I want.

Because I’m one to return a favor, I unzip my hoodie and snap my own suggestive shot from above, my thumb hooking the waistband of my sweatpants. It’s nowhere near as good as the photo he sent, but Luke still returns a string of fire emojis after I send it off.

“Fuck, Luke,” I think to myself. “What have you done to me?”

I can’t come back from this, but I want it anyway.