Page 47 of Sam & Justin

So, imagine my shock when my phone lit up and my ringer broke through the quiet darkness of my bedroom. I didn’t think before I hit accept, grinning like a mad man when I saw his face fill the screen of my phone.

He was lying in his bed. His hair was messy, and he was propped up against his headboard. I was distracted for a minute by all the bare skin of his chest. Over the phone, I couldn’t really see all the freckles. Damn, I missed those freckles, that chest hair. Fuck, I missed everything about him.

He had a sleepy smile on his face. “I miss you too.”

No hello. Nothing like that. He just laid it all out there, telling me he missed me. I didn’t think it was possible for my smile to get any bigger until I heard those words.

I positioned myself better on my bed, sitting up with a pillow behind my back. “You called for that?”

“Yes.” He grinned. I couldn’t tell if it was the light from the phone making his cheeks red or if he was blushing. I wished I were there with him, just so I could figure it out up close and personal. “I was dreaming about you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “It was a really good dream. Then Biscuits got the zoomies and woke me up.”

I laughed, remembering the way his black and white cat had attacked my feet when I was trying to leave his place to check out of my motel. He’d told me a lot more about the cat in the last few weeks, including the fact that the cat was usually pretty damn chill except at three in the morning when he got possessed by some weird cat demon or something. It wasn’t three in the morning yet, but I can’t say I was upset that his cat woke him up. Not if it meant I got to talk to him.

“You wanna tell me about the dream?”

The second the words were out of my mouth, I knew he was blushing. It wasn’t just the light from the phone, because his face turned almost as red as his beard. Now I really did want to know everything that happened in this dream of his, especially when he looked down away from the phone. Then he looked back up at me, and I felt warm all over. I’d seen that look in his eyes both the nights we’d hooked up, and I suddenly knew exactly what he’d been dreaming about.

I’d had the same damn dream more than once in the past few weeks.

“Justin?” I prompted. I didn’t have to look at that little image of me in the corner of the phone to know I had a shit-eating grin on my face.

He drew in a deep breath. “I was remembering the night I had you in my bed,” he started. His voice, still thick with sleep, sounded lower than it usually did, and damn if that wasn’t a turn on.

“Had a few dreams about that night myself,” I told him. “Yours play out the same way?”

He shook his head. “No. You were laying on your stomach, and I started kissing down your spine.” I felt shivers rush down my back, like it was actually happening. “Kissed all the way down your body, all the way down to your ankles. Then I kissed back up your body and parted your…” He trailed off, looking kind of awkward.

I waited for him to say what he did next, but he just kept looking at me like I already knew. “Ass cheeks?” I prompted.

He nodded. “I’m not great at sexy talk. I had no idea what to call them while still making this dream sound as sexy as it was.”

“You’re doing great,” I assured him. “So, you parted my ass cheeks? Then what?”

“I got another taste. Only this time, I wasn’t distracted by your mouth on my cock. It was like an all I could eat buffet.”

“You were having a dream about eating my ass?”

“I’d just slipped a second finger inside when the cat woke me up, and then I saw your text.”

A second finger? Sounded like I’d missed a few pieces of the story, and I kind of wished I hadn’t. Just thinking about his tongue and fingers in my ass had my cock throbbing. I had to know if it affected him too. “You wake up hard?”

He flipped the camera on his phone. He wasn’t under his blanket. He was laying on top of it, his dick standing tall. One of his hands was wrapped around the base, stroking it all lazy like. It was so damn hot to think that he’d been touching himself while he told me about his dream. I watched his hand move up and down his shaft a few times. I was hypnotized by the movement. I licked my lips and wished I was back in Gomillion, giving him a helping hand.

I could do a bit of that from here. “Grip it a little tighter.”

The camera switched back to his face. His bottom lip was pulled between his teeth. “You going to tell me how to get myself off?” he questioned.

“Was thinking about getting off with you.”

He let out a quiet noise, one I’d heard when he was buried deep inside me. I slipped my hand under my cover and grabbed my own dick, giving it a stroke. I didn’t realize how hard just listening to him and watching those few seconds had made me.

“I want to see you,” Justin requested.

“Gimme a second?” I didn’t wait for him to answer before I leaned my phone against the book I’d been reading. I had it angled where he could see more of my body, not just my face. “This better?”