Page 32 of Sam & Justin (Gomillion High Reunion #4)

He laughed. “Just fucking around. Same as we were. That was him texting me.” He moved his hand from his phone and then covered it right back up. “You get a lot of dick pics from the guys you hook up with?”

No wonder he’d been looking at his phone like that. It was probably the first dick pic he’d ever gotten. Well, other than the times his clients sent him one because they wanted him to ink it.

“Really depends on the guy. Guess he’s wanting a round two?” Axel nodded. “With or without Lana?”

“Didn’t say.”

“You interested in another go? With or without Lana?”

“Think I would.” Axel sighed and looked down at his phone. Well, looked down at the faded ink on the back of his hand that covered the phone. “You think it’s fucked up to learn this about myself this late in life?”

“Nah,” I assured him. “Like I tell the kids I work with, there’s no timeline on your life. You figure shit out when you figure it out. Not like you ever had a chance to figure it out before now, right?”

“Could’ve figured it out with you back in the day, before you got with Tim.”

“Hell, could’ve figured it out after me and Tim broke up,” I pointed out with a laugh.

He grinned and leaned back in his seat. The server came back with our beers and took our pizza and wing order.

When she walked away, I was still reeling by the revelation that Axel had gone out and had some kind of big sexual identity revelation while I was gone.

But I didn’t want to scare him by pushing too hard at any of it. “Too late now though.”

Better to just change the subject.

I saw the relief in Axel’s brown eyes, and I knew I’d made the right call. He leaned forward a bit. “You and the guy from the reunion? That’s turning into a thing?”

“Might be,” I told him with a shit-eating grin of my own.

I dived into a recap of the weekend, telling him all about the time I spent with Justin but leaving out the good bits.

There was no reason to let him know how good Justin was in bed.

Axel asked all kinds of questions, including a bunch that I didn’t know the answer to.

Like were we officially together? Was Justin hooking up with people in Gomillion?

Judging by the reunion, it had a bigger queer population than I’d thought it did back when I was growing up.

There’d been a gay couple or two, but I’d never had much interaction with them.

Thought it was just them and me, a few gay fish in the Gomillion pond.

I might’ve been wrong, but that was neither here nor there.

What mattered was that Justin had options back in Gomillion, just like I had options in King’s Bay.

And none of those options sounded even a bit as appealing as Justin Kirkwood did.

I just hoped he could say the same thing.

Three Weeks After the Reunion

The next two weeks passed about the same as the first. Me and Justin spent all day texting each other.

Axel hadn’t ended up meeting back up with Lana and her new guy, but he’d admitted that he’d gotten a bit curious about other guys since then.

I still had questions about how far things had gone with Lana and her boy, but he’d been pretty tight lipped.

Guess it made sense. I wasn’t particularly forthcoming about what happened in the bedroom between me and Justin either.

It felt kind of weird, because we’d always told each other a little too much.

Axel and I went out a few more times. I think after going back to Gomillion and realizing that I didn’t really care much for the people I’d grown up with, I started to appreciate him more.

I went to work and talked to my clients.

At night, I sat on the couch and watched that weird ass show while video calling Justin.

I was starting to like it and get real invested in that small town of cursed fairy tale characters.

He’d also roped me into watching Jeopardy with him, and while I thought I’d been pretty good at trivia, I was nothing compared to him.

Every time we hung up, I realized something.

I was missing Justin something fierce. Texting wasn’t cutting it, and I had half a mind to drive back to Gomillion and show up at his doorstep just to kiss him senseless.

If it were closer, I might have done it already.

I might have said fuck it to all my responsibilities and gone where I wanted to go.

Sam

Miss you.

I sent the text late one night, a few weeks after the reunion.

Because I was lying in my bed after he’d already said good night, and I was just thinking about him.

He’d become a part of my routine. It usually took guys I was talking to a hell of a lot longer than that to become a part of the routine, someone I texted when I woke up and all that.

It wasn’t even anything in particular we texted about, just like it wasn’t anything in particular I was thinking about when I texted him. It was just him .

I didn’t think I’d hear back from him. He nodded off fast. He’d already fallen asleep while we were texting a few times, just stopped responding until the next morning.

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?”

“Except for that blanket.” I looked over at the phone to see Justin smiling on the screen. “That very ugly blanket.”

I fought the urge to flip him off. Instead, I took off the blanket, letting him see all of me. “Your turn.”

It was his turn to take a few minutes and get himself all situated. I don’t know how the hell he managed to get his phone propped up on his bed, but I had a damn nice view. His cock was the main focus, but I could see his bare chest, his hairy thighs, his gorgeous face. “Do you like what you see?”

“So damn much.” It wasn’t as good as it was in person, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. Especially when he started stroking his dick. I could see the bead of precum on his tip, and I wished I could taste it. “Thumb over your slit. Get that.”

He moaned when his thumb brushed over his head.

He sucked his thumb into his mouth and my dick throbbed at the image.

Holy fuck. I started to stroke myself, trying to match his pace.

Wished it was his hand wrapped around me.

Wished I could feel the way his staggered breathing felt against my skin, the way I did that night.

He gave me a few instructions, telling me how to grip my dick and when to add a little twist. I did the same, talking him through jacking himself off the way I’d have done it.

“You feel so good,” he moaned after I told him to cup his balls.

“Wish I was there. I’d suck your cock dry,” I panted out.

“Let you fuck into my face til you emptied your load down my throat. Bet I’d get off just from that.

” The strangled sound he made had my dick leaking.

“Or I’d get real close and let you finish me off.

However the hell you wanted. Hands, fingers, mouth, cock.

Anything you wanted.” The words were staggered with heavy breathing, because just the idea of him using me the way he wanted? Damn.

“Mouth,” he panted out. “I’d bend you over and eat you out until you came.

No hands on your cock, no friction from the mattress.

Nothing but my tongue and my fingers working you—” He groaned.

“Damn it Sam, I want to taste you so bad. I want to feel you cum with my fingers in your ass. I’ve already felt it on my dick. Do you want that?”

My hand was moving so fast over my dick now.

I was so fucking close, thinking about his dick in my mouth.

Thinking about his tongue in my ass. Thinking about his fingers wrapped around me.

Thinking about him. Just about him. The way he smelled, the sounds he made, the weight of his body on mine in bed.

“Fuuuck,” I cried out as I shot ribbons of jizz over my chest. The sight set him off. The angle of the camera made it hotter, especially when a few spurts hit his phone. It was one of the hottest things I’d seen, and fuck…

We both stayed there for a few minutes. We were panting, covered in jizz, and just looking at each other.

I wanted to reach through the phone and touch him, pull him in close and kiss him until the cum dried on both of us.

I wanted to pull him into the shower and help him wash it off.

I wanted to fall asleep with him in my arms.

I wanted to see him. I needed to see him.

“Come visit me.” My filter was broken after that orgasm, and there’d been no way to fight the invitation. “Next weekend. I want to see you.”

He reached down and picked up his phone, bringing it up closer to his face. His eyes were all cloudy with that post-orgasmic bliss, but he was smiling big. “You mean it?”

“I do. If you don’t believe me, I’ll text you tomorrow. Invite you again.”

Because now that I’d said it, it was all I wanted. I wanted him to want it too. So damn bad.

“Next weekend?”

“Yeah.”

“Let me check my calendar. I want to see you too.”

We talked for a few more minutes. When we hung up, I cleaned myself off and fell asleep with a smile on my face.