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Twenty-Three

Isaac

I crash into the plush white bed of the hotel with a sigh. Today was never-ending. I nearly forgot how exhausting touring is. After a long night on the road, the bus ran into an electrical issue and had to go into emergency repair.

But on the bright side, they put us up in a four-star hotel with plush dream beds and showers with the best water pressure I’ve ever felt in my life.

In nothing but a white towel wrapped around my waist, I fall asleep for a few minutes. But then I’m awakened by the sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand. Jensen didn’t answer my last two calls, and I was starting to worry, so seeing his name on the screen fills me with relief.

“Hey,” I say as I swipe the call.

“Hey,” he replies. “Sorry I missed you earlier. I was…in a meeting.” He sounds tense.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” he replies. “Where are you? Can I see you?”

“Fuck yeah, you can see me. In fact…” I hit the video call button. It takes a moment for Jensen’s face to appear on the screen. He’s at his house, the wall of his living room behind him.

“Whose bed is that?” he asks with a possessive quirk of his brow.

I spin the camera around the room. “This is the hotel treatment you get when your tour bus breaks down, apparently.”

“Very nice,” he replies. “But put the camera back on your face.”

I spin it around and smile softly at my phone. “You sure everything is okay?”

He breathes out a sigh. “It is now.”

My chest aches from missing him. I left four days ago, but I can’t stand it already. I miss his touch, his kiss, his scent, everything.

“Work has just been…stressful,” he says.

My features harden as I watch him through the line. When Jensen looks stressed or upset, he only lets me see a sliver of what he’s really feeling. He hides himself too well, and it frightens me a little.

What he told me the last time we were together—about the conversion program he was in—has haunted me ever since. The more I think about it, the more appreciation I have for him. The more love I feel. He’s endured something awful, probably more awful than even I know, but yet, he’s so strong. He didn’t let it darken his soul. He came out of all of that and still somehow managed to be the best person I’ve ever known.

“What can I do?” I ask, feeling helpless. I’m not very good at this boyfriend business.

Jensen reclines on his couch and props his phone up on the coffee table. I do the same, so we’re looking at each other again as if we’re in the same bed.

“This,” he whispers.

“This I can do,” I reply.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask, fully expecting him to stay quiet and keep his feelings hidden. To my surprise, he answers with vulnerability.

“Do you think I’m a fraud?”

My eyebrows pinch. “Are you serious? No, I don’t think you’re a fraud. Why would you ask that?”

“Because,” he replies with a sigh, running a hand over his face. “I could explain away everything I’ve done up until this point. The hookups, the sex, the…urges. But I’ve never been in a relationship before—not like this.”

“Let me ask you this,” I reply, resting my head on my hand. “Do you think your congregation would lose respect for you if they knew the truth?”

“Some of them, yeah.”

“Then that makes them frauds,” I reply, thinking myself very clever. I smirk at him smugly as he smiles in return.

“Touché.”

“Listen,” I say with a bit more serious tone. “You’re not doing anything wrong, Jensen. You deserve to stand up there as much as anyone else. And you deserve to have a hot boyfriend as much as anyone else.”

He laughs, and the sight of it sends a shot of warmth to my chest. His smile creates creases in his cheeks that make me wish I could reach through this phone just to kiss him once.

“Thanks, Isaac,” he says on a sigh. I’m filled with a sense of pride for doing even just a little to make him feel better.

“You’re welcome, Daddy,” I say, just to get a rise out of him.

He barks out another laugh as he shakes his head. “Isaac, stop it.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Isaac!”

We both laugh for a while, and my cheeks heat with a blush when I see him unable to stop grinning. Then that heat travels downward, causing my cock to twitch. When I wet my lips and roll the bottom one between my teeth, he stops smiling too.

“Isaac,” he whispers.

“Yeah?”

“Are you naked?” he asks with that familiar look of arousal on his face.

I aim the camera downward to reveal the white towel wrapped around my waist. Jensen growls into the phone at the sight, and my body grows tight.

“Get rid of that,” he says in a low, soft command.

Propping the phone on the nightstand so my entire body is within view, I tug the towel open to reveal my half-hard cock resting against my thigh.

Jensen moans again. I look up at the screen to see him biting his knuckle.

“Can I watch you? Will you stroke it for me?” he asks in a low, sultry tone.

“Haven’t you figured it out by now?” I ask as I reach for my cock. Giving it a lazy stroke, I add, “I’ll do anything you want.”

He breathes loudly. “That’s my good boy.”

At the sound of his praise, my head falls back with a groan. The effect this man has on me is incredible. I’ve never wanted to please someone so much in my life. And it’s more than just a want. I can’t believe how much it turns me on to know I please him. I want more commands, more requests, more opportunities to hear him call me that.

“Lick your palm.” His voice is even and focused. A deep, sexy order.

Bringing my hand up to my mouth, I lick my hand and coat it with saliva. Then I return my slick palm to my rigid length.

“How does that feel?” he asks. “Describe it for me.”

Resting my head on the pillow with my eyes closed, I moan. “It feels so good,” I reply breathily. “I’m picturing your hand instead of mine.”

“It is my hand,” he says, his voice tighter than before. “Now fondle your balls for me.”

With the other hand, I reach down and cup my sack, gently massaging it in my grip. A guttural whimper escapes my lips.

“That’s it,” he urges me on. “Good boy. Keep going.”

My stroking hand picks up speed. My heels dig into the mattress as I roll onto my back. With my eyes still clenched shut, I imagine it’s Jensen’s hand on my cock. Then, his mouth.

I groan out loud again.

“Look at me, Isaac,” he commands, louder this time.

I turn my head and watch the screen on the nightstand to find that Jensen is stroking himself now too. His clothes are still on and the phone is farther back to capture his body on the screen.

We stare into each other’s eyes as we fuck our palms together.

“God, I miss you,” I cry out raspily.

“Miss me? I’m right here with you. That’s my hand on your cock. Can you feel it?”

“Yes, I feel it,” I reply, throwing my head back and stroking faster.

“Don’t you dare come so fast,” he says, noticing my reaction.

“I’m not,” I reply, out of breath.

“Do you have lube?” he asks.

I glance around the room in a rush. There’s lube in my tour bus, but I didn’t exactly think to pack it in my overnight bag. I can’t say I expected to need it.

My eyes catch a small complimentary bottle of lotion on the nightstand. If it’s scented, it might burn like a bitch, but at this point, I don’t care. Releasing my cock, I reach over and snatch it off the table.

“I want to see you finger fuck that pretty hole,” he says, and heat shoots to my cock like an explosion. I swear to God, he never ceases to shock me with that mouth of his.

“Holy fuck, Jensen. You can’t say shit like that if you don’t want me to come.”

“Just do it,” he grunts.

Maneuvering myself to my knees, I squirt some lotion on my fingers. Then, with legs parted enough, I tease my ass. Just putting pressure on the rim makes my eyes roll.

“That’s it. Lie down. I want to watch.”

He’s still stroking himself on the couch in his house as I move to my back, sideways on the bed, legs spread wide as I continue to tease myself. I put pillows under my head so I can continue to watch him while giving him a front-row view of my middle finger breaching my tight ring of muscle. He’s removed his shirt, and his pants are splayed open.

My left hand continues pumping my cock as my finger slips in and out of my hole. Jensen groans salaciously, clearly enjoying the show.

“Fuck, you are so hot,” he mutters. “And you’re all fucking mine, aren’t you? My good boy.”

I’m breathing so hard I feel like I’m going to pass out. “Yes,” I cry out. “Fuck yes.”

“That’s me in your ass, baby,” he says between heavy breaths. “That’s me, fucking your tight hole.”

“Goddammit, Jensen. I’m gonna come.”

My head is hung back, my neck extended as my cock starts to leak from the tip. I plunge my finger in my ass faster, imagining it is him. I can picture his face in my head, that look he gets right when he’s about to come.

“Come for me, Isaac. Come for your daddy.”

That’s it. That does the trick. He just played the daddy card. The term I used earlier just to fuck with him and try to get a reaction has somehow turned into something so hot that I did not see coming.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mumble incoherently as my cock unloads across my chest. My ears are ringing, but even through that, I can hear Jensen’s familiar grunts and groans, meaning he’s reached that point too.

Pleasure wraps around my body tightly, pulsing again and again and again, like it’s carrying me down a stream I don’t ever want to get out of.

Once it eventually subsides, I drop my arms at my sides, deadweight on the mattress as I try to catch my breath.

“You okay over there?” Jensen asks a moment later. He sits up on the couch and lets me feast on the sight of him, cum splattered all over his chest. It clings to his chest hair and makes me wish I were there to lick it up and then wash it off in the shower.

“I wish you were here,” I mumble sadly.

“Me too,” he replies. “But you have to admit…this was fun.”

My head falls back as I laugh. “This was fun as fuck.”

“I’ll take you in the shower if you take me in the shower,” he replies, picking up his phone and carrying it through his house.

“Deal.” I sit up and do the same, smiling down at the camera as I take him with me into the shower.

Setting the phone on the ledge meant for soaps and shampoo, I turn the water on and watch him do the same. We don’t talk as we wash ourselves in two different bathrooms in two different states. There’s a sense of peace in knowing that Jensen will always be here for me, no matter how far apart we are. Other than my brother, I never had that sense of security before. Maybe I never really wanted it before.

But I want it with him.

Before turning the water off, after enjoying the comfortable silence together, I chuckle to myself.

“What?” he asks.

“I can’t believe you played the daddy card.”

He throws his head back and laughs, and so do I. I’ve never been in a relationship this comfortable, where vulnerability was so easy. I’ve never had anyone love me as Isaac Goode before, and that’s exactly what Jensen has given me.

“You liked it,” he replies with a shameless grin.

I turn off the water in the shower as I wink at the camera. “Damn right I did.”