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He was still fretting when his phone finally buzzed. Atticus slapped a hand over his mouth to keep from making a sound.

Kai was leaned forward, braced against his makeshift desk with one arm.

His pants were gone, or at least pushed down far enough to be out of the frame, leaving the hard length of his cock exposed, a bit shadowed by his upper body.

He still wore his shirt, a dark grey one that was tighter than the clothes he normally wore.

It did wonders to show off the lines of his upper body, which was arched from the way Kai was reaching behind himself.

Atticus bit back a whimper.

Kai was fingering himself.

Atticus finally read the message that had accompanied the picture.

Kai: How’s this?

He couldn’t tell if Kai was being coy or if the question was genuine, and honestly, either option had Atticus' cock aching with need.

Atticus: Perfect

Atticus: 10/10

Atticus: Tell me what you’re thinking about

He knew he sounded corny as fuck, and he didn’t want to push too far, still nervous from before, from the thought of messing this up. But goddammit, Atticus wanted to know what was going on in Kai’s mind.

Kai: I’m thinking that my fingers aren’t quite the same as what I’m imagining you feel like.

Atticus bit his hand. He was definitely hating himself a little for not going home that night. Then his mind snagged on something. He didn’t let himself think, just typed out the words and hit send .

Atticus: I might have something you could use instead…

Kai: ?

Atticus: Top drawer of my nightstand

His phone went silent, and the lack of response had Atticus thinking about what he’d just done. Oh god, what had he just done?

Kai: Attie…

Kai: Attachment

Kai: Why is it so pink?

Atticus felt like electricity was running through his veins. Kai had sent a picture of the opened drawer, Atticus' bright pink dildo centered in the frame. He laughed softly, not letting his mind jump ahead to where this was going.

Atticus: Because I ordered the first one I found

No reply again for several long seconds. Atticus wanted to touch himself, wanted to wrap his hand around his cock once again and find his release. He was forcing himself to wait, forcing himself to see where Kai would go with all of this.

Time ticked by, slower than Atticus had ever felt it move.

Atticus: Kai?

Atticus: Are you still there?

Kai: Still here

Kai: Little distracte d

No. No no, that wouldn’t do. Atticus hit the call button. It rang twice before Kai picked up.

“Why did you call?”

His voice was soft, breathless, and very nearly wrecked. Atticus gave up neglecting himself and wrapped a hand around his cock.

“I wanted to hear you,” he said, careful to keep his voice low. “Wanted to know how you’d sound thinking about me inside you.”

A sharp exhale came through his phone. Atticus squeezed his eyes closed, moving his hand a bit faster. He was done waiting, heat coiling low in him.

“It’s tight,” Kai forced out, harsh breaths punctuating each word. “Feels good.”

“It’s not quite the same though, is it?” Atticus tried to keep his voice steady. He was pretty sure he failed, as warmth crept up his chest, as his breathing became more and more ragged. Kai didn’t answer, but Atticus could still hear him. Every gasp for air, every small moan.

“I can never get the angle right by myself, can never hit quite as deep,” Atticus continued. “If I were there though, you wouldn’t have to worry about that. If I had you in my lap, I’d make sure I hit just the right spot.”

Kai let out a choked sound that sent a shiver down Atticus' spine. His chest heaved with the effort to keep himself quiet as he continued to work his dick, his hand beginning to lose its rhythm.

“You don’t have to be quiet, baby.” Atticus kept his voice a low whisper. “You have that whole house to yourself. I’m the only one that’ll hear you.”

Kai moaned into the phone, the sound loud and obscene, conjuring an image for Atticus to latch onto. Kai, arched on Atticus' bed in nothing but that tight shirt, hair falling loose around his face, expression screwed up with pleasure as he filled himself with Atticus' bright pink dildo.

Atticus bucked into his hand. He came hard, ropes of white streaking up to his chest.

“Kai,” he groaned, mind hazy as his whole body went limp in the aftermath. “I just made a mess all over myself thinking about what you look like right now.”

Another cry sounded out from his phone, and Atticus knew Kai was finding his release as well.

They spent the next thirty seconds or so in near-silence, only the sound of their winded breathing echoing through the room.

Atticus' thoughts straightened out as his pulse finally began to slow.

“Kai?” His whisper came out ragged. He hadn’t moved, was still lying prone on his sister’s guest bed.

“Yeah?” Kai’s voice was just as low, just as tentative.

“You good?”

A long pause. “I’m good.” He sounded hesitant, but it was hard for Atticus to make it out over the phone. “I’ve never done that before.”

“Used a dildo?” The question flew out of his mouth before he’d thought it through. But apparently it was the right thing to say, judging by the soft laughter that came across the line.

“No,” Kai said. “What we just did. Over the phone.”

“Oh,” Atticus responded, thinking for a moment. “I don’t think I have either. At least, not sober I haven’t.”

Another light chuckle. Atticus loved when he could do this, when he could pull Kai out of his head, could bring a moment of levity to times when Kai might not find that on his own.

“You’ll be back in the morning?” Kai asked after another beat of silence.

“Bright and early.” Atticus knew the silly grin on his face colored his voice .

“I should let you go to sleep,” Kai said, the words broken up by a yawn.

Atticus didn’t want to hang up, didn’t want the gentle sound of Kai’s breathing to be cut off.

He wanted to keep talking until they both drifted to sleep.

Wanted to ask Kai more about what he was thinking.

Not the sort of thoughts he’d been having while they’d been on the phone, but the ones he’d promised earlier that day.

Atticus wanted to ask if Kai had given any more thought to them . Whatever that meant.

He didn’t though. It hadn’t even been a full day since they’d had that conversation in the kitchen, since Atticus had thought he would once again be shut down only to be shocked when he wasn’t.

He would do what Kai had asked for, would give him more time to think.

Wouldn’t pressure him for an answer, even if that became more and more difficult every time they let themselves have moments like the ones they’d just shared over the phone.

“Yeah, probably should,” he finally said. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Goodnight, Attie.”

“‘Night, Kai.”

Atticus ended the call, surprised to see a message from his sister had come through.

Sammie: I can HEAR YOU you asshole, if you make a mess on my bed I will murder you, find you in the next life, and murder you then too

Atticus chuckled. He thought about her question from earlier that evening.

Do you love him?

He let that question roll around in his head a bit before shooting off a response to Sammie .

Atticus: Ew quit listening

He ignored the slew of angry texts that came in after that, focusing instead on cleaning his mess before curling up under the blanket. A part of Atticus was glad he hadn’t gone home that night. It gave him something to look forward to as he drifted off to sleep.