I rolled my eyes, but laid back in my bed and got comfortable myself, throwing off my boots and unzipping the fly of my jeans. I was so fucking eager, because since our last night together, Thad and I hadn’t tried anything like this. Sure, it was still my hand, but it was his voice in my ear, and if I fantasized enough, I could imagine he was whispering to me over my shoulder as he fucked me into the mattress.

            “Are you hard?” I asked in what I hoped with a husky voice.

            “No, not really.”

            I sighed. A real Honest Abe my boyfriend was. “Then get it hard.”

            “Okay…” I couldn’t really hear anything during the next ten seconds of silence except a muffled grunt.

            “Thad? Update me.”

            “I am holding my dick.”

            I was going to kill him. He was so bad at this. “And? Are you getting it hard for me?”

            “Mhm.”

            “You know if I was there, I’d suck you off real slow,” I purred, trying to steer this conversation into a sexier direction. “Would you like that, baby?”

            “Yeah.”

            “Then I’d take it all the way down and let you fuck my throat.”

            “Christ, Justin.”

            “Are you imagining me on my knees right now? Does that turn you on?”

            Thad didn’t really respond, but I didn’t hold it against him, because I was a little breathy myself. Hearing him losing himself to pleasure definitely was better than masturbating to my own imagination, yet at the same time it left me wanting more. I wanted his hands in my hair and the scent of him in my nostrils. Sound simply wasn’t enough.

            “I’m close,” Thad whispered.

            Already? He really had been pent up. Maybe I should make extra cash as a sex line operator. “You wanna come on my face, in my mouth, or on my chest?”
            “Seriously?”

            “Boy’s choice.”

            “Anywhere. Everywhere.”

            I moaned, grabbing the base of my dick so hard that it almost hurt. “Come for me, sweetheart. Anywhere you want.”

            Thad let out a long strangled whine, which turned me on more than anything else he’d said or done, enough that I was able to reach completion shortly after he had. As I was catching my breath, I made the decision to sweep up some come on two fingers and take a close-up picture of myself sliding it across my tongue. Thad had told me he’d just gotten a smart phone, so I know he got it when I texted it to him. In fact, I heard his phone ding over the call when I sent it.

            “Justin!” Thad blurted, and I laughed.

            “Make it your lock screen photo,” I jested.

            “You’re shameless.”

            “You should try it. It’s pretty fun.” I paused. “Can you send me a picture of your damage?”

            “No.”

            “Come on! I wanna see that D!”
            “No, I’m hangin’ up on you.”

            “Oh, so you’re just gonna hit it and quit it? That’s not very nice of you. You’re making a girl feel cheap.”

            “Hangin’ uuuup—”

            “Thad! Don’t you dare!”
            “Okay.” Thad’s voice softened. “Thanks for takin’ my mind off everythin’. I think I needed this.”

            “Nothing is better for a bad mood than some good ole masturbation.”

            “Can you… can you send me another picture?”

            “Of my dick?”

            “No, Justin. I know this may come as a shock to you, but I like other parts of you, too. I wanna see your face.”

            I turned my phone around, framed the underside of my chin with the back of my hand, and snapped a selfie. I texted it to Thad with the caption, post coital glow.

            I heard Thad sigh moments later.

            “What?”
            “You’re so pretty,” he said, like he couldn’t quite believe it himself.

            Because I had no clue how to accept compliments, I replied with my own request. “Do I get a selfie in return?”

            “Okay, but this phone is cheap and the camera kinda sucks.”

            “Don’t care. Gimme.”

            A few seconds later, my phone vibrated. Thad wasn’t lying about the quality of his phone’s camera, but it was better than nothing. Despite the graininess of the photo, I could see that Thad’s face was flushed and his hair a little damp. I felt something twist in my chest looking at him, because I wanted to touch him so badly. I wanted his warmth and his scent all around me, but instead all I had was the cooling jizz on my stomach and an empty apartment.

            “I love you,” I said with a deep and mournful sigh.

            “I love you, too,” Thad replied, and as much as I knew it to be true, it didn’t carry the same impact as it did when his arms were around me. For now, it’d have to do.