Page 131 of String Boys

He set the phone down on his desk—Kelly could see the computer screen—and there was some rustling.

When he came back, he was naked, and not just from the waist up. Kelly had caught a glimpse of his fattening cock before he’d picked up the phone.

Kelly watched as Seth made himself comfortable on sheets that looked slept in but not soiled, and a part of him—the part that was forever cold when Seth had to leave—warmed again. Not up to core temperature, but enough that Kelly could breathe.

Seth held the phone back so Kelly could get a look at him, and the look was good, but it was also a little less of him than Kelly liked seeing.

“Getting skinny,” Kelly said softly.

“Which is funny, ’cause I feel like all I do is eat.” Seth lowered the phone enough for Kelly to get a good look at his dear, dorky little grin. “You’re….” He bit his lip then, and a look of sorrow crossed his face.

“What?” But Kelly knew. His mother never said it, but the portrait was still up in the living room.

“You look more like your dad every day. I hope that’s okay. I… I mean, he’s the best guy I’ve ever known, so it’s like a huge compliment, right? I just… I can still see the parts of you that are just you. It’s weird.”

Kelly’s smile had a bitterness he knew his father’s never had. “I think maybe you’re the only one who can see the just-Kelly parts. I think maybe everyone else sees who they want to see, but you see me. The parts that were Daddy’s,the parts that are Mom’s. And me.”

Seth’s grin grew wolfish, and the sentiment of their conversation evaporated like steam. “Gonna show me all the parts that’re just you now?”

Kelly chuckled, feeling dirty and gleeful. “Lots of me, covered in me right now,” he said, panning the phone across his body where spunk cooled in glossy puddles.

“Started without me? ’Cause, uh, if I was there, I could lick that up for you.”

The image behind Kelly’s eyes was drawn from those two weeks in Mendocino—when Seth had done that exact thing. He moaned breathily and stretched, bending his knees and exposing his whole body to the air.

“You could, uh, move around while you did it. So you’re licking my abs, and I’m licking your dick, right?”

Seth remembered too. “Wasn’t my dick that one time.”

Oh God.They’d been on round two, and Seth’s backside had been gaping, dripping in come. It was one of the most erotic things Kelly could remember thinking, much less seeing… and tasting.

“I’d do that to you right now,” Kelly told him. “I’d fuck you and fuck you and eat you out until you came again.”

Just saying these things—filthy, forbidden—was enough to make Kelly’s cock flex, then splat again on his stomach.

“And I’d take you to the back of my throat and lube you up with my fingers and—”

“Nungh….”

Kelly had bottomed—several times. The panic and the fear and the pain had been replaced with hunger, as long as it was Seth’s smell, Seth’s touch, Seth’s voice.

That wonder, that discovery, arched his back, thrust his cock into his palm, made him grunt as he stroked.

Made him need.

“Put the phone down,” Seth ordered, and Kelly did it because Seth knew what he liked. “Suck on your fingers. Get them wet.”

And then, while Kelly’s fingers were getting sucked and slobbered on, Seth detailed what he’d do to Kelly’s body the next time they were together, how he’d touch, what he’d lick, how he’d devour Kelly whole.

His voice, smoky and aching and hungry in the dark, was as dominating as his presence on stage, as his presence in Kelly’s life, in his mind, in his heart every time else. He drove Kelly to thrust his fingers into his backside, to fuck his fist with the other hand, to scream out loud, every detail, every moment of what he was doing, what he wanted to be doing, how he craved Seth’s hands, his ass, his mouth, his cock—

His cock.

This explosion was bigger than the first one, starting from his toes and rolling to his taint, his asshole, his balls, his gut… his heart.

He didn’t just cry out, he howled, shuddering, twitching, flailing.

Needing.