Dial Tone

Ring ring. Ring ring. Ring -

“Hello…?”
“Hi, it’s Vince.”
“Oh! Hey! I was just about to head to bed.”
“I know, I thought I’d give you a call before you did.”
“That’s sweet. What are you doing?”
“Oh, you know, just back at the hotel. Long day.”
“How’s it going?”
“Not bad. It’s looking good, I should be back soon.”
“Good. I miss you.”
“Yeah, I miss you, too.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m… yeah, fine. Just sucks being away from you. Anyway, how are you?”
“I’m good. I miss you, but I had a pretty good day.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, the models were co-operative. I got some really nice shots.”
“Oh really?”
“No… I know what you’re thinking, no.”
“Oh come on, there had to be some pretty hot guys there, yeah?”
“Yeaahhh, but…”
“None of them flirted?”
“Well they did, but, I mean, I’m with you, I don’t-”
“You don’t even look, right?”
“Well… I mean.. yeah, but… I wouldn’t… I can’t, even if…”
“Even if I wanted you to?”
“Yeah.”
“Even if I /told/ you to?”
“N-no… not… I couldn’t, Vince.”

“I’m sorry, Vince.”
“No, I kind of like it.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really. I do.”

“So… what are you wearing?”
“What?! Vincent!”
“What?”
“No!”
“Why not?”
“Because… because…”
“I haven’t been able to touch you in a week. I’m dying over here.”
“I can’t. I will literally die of embarrassment. Die.”
“Eric, it’s not that much of a big deal.”
“But…”
“I miss you. Just try it. For me?”
“Well… okay. What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to get naked, first.”
“Alright. Hang on.”

“I feel so stupid.”
“Are you naked?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.”
“Now what?”
“I want you to just… run your hand over your body. Up and down your inner thighs, over your chest, just stroke yourself. Nothing too heavy, nice and light. Like I would touch you.”
“Yeah… yeah, okay.”
“Feel good?”
“Yeah.”
“Keep doing that.”
“Okay.”
“How does it feel?”
“Kinda tickles, but… good. Still feel really stupid, though.”
“Got a mirror nearby?”
“No. But I could open the closet.”
“Do it. I want you to watch yourself in the mirror. I want you looking spread out and fuckable.”
“Oh God. I can’t…”
“Do it, Eric.”

“I… okay, I did it.”
“How are you positioned?”
“Uh… the wardrobe is open, and I’m.. uh… propped up on the bed so I can… uhm… see, and I have my legs spread and I can see… everything.”
“You’re gorgeous. That’s so hot. God. Pinch your nipples, nice and hard.”
“Uhn… ow. ‘s good.”
“You hard, baby?”
“Y-yeah. I want to-”
“No. Keep playing with your nipples, roll them. Pinch them. Pretend it’s me.”
“Oh… Oh, God… feels good. Wish it was you.”
“I know, I know, I wish I was there to make you feel good. How hard are you?”
“God. So hard.”
“You like being all spread open like that, don’t you?
“Uhn… y-yeah.”
“Little whore.”
“Vincent… Vincent, please. I need -”
“Get on your knees.”
“What?”
“Don’t question me, just do it. Get on your knees, facing the mirror.”

“I… okay, I’m on my knees.”
“Knees spread?”
“Yeah.”
“Bet you want something inside you.”
“Please.”
“No. Not allowed anything inside you until I come back. You’re going to be nice and tight for me, aren’t you?”
“Yeah… please, Vincent.”
“You want to touch yourself?”
“Please.”
“Okay. Slowly.”
“Ahhh… oh God. Thank you.”
“Nice and slow, Eric. Watch yourself in the mirror.”
“I look so stupid.”
“No you don’t. You’re gorgeous. Circle your thumb over the head.”
“Nnnnn…”
“Like that?”
“Yes… aaahhhh… need more.”
“Greedy little slut, aren’t you?”
“Yes… I’m a greedy little whore for you. Please, Vincent. Please.”
“Spread your legs a little wider. Want you to really feel the strain.”
“Ohhhh fuuuuck, please.”
“Alright, I want you to tighten your strokes until they’re almost painful and twist a little on each upstroke.”
“Oh shit. God. Yes. Uhn. Hurts.”
“Complaining? Rub your thumb over the head. Hard.”
“No… no… ah! Too sensitive… oh shit… oh fuck… God, please.”
“No, keep doing it. You do as you’re told and you don’t complain.”
“I won’t, I won’t… oh shit… I’m gonna… nnn, Vincent, /please/.”
“Alright. Go back to the strokes. Make sure to flick your thumb over the head.”
“Need to come oh God please need to gonna please Vincent please.”
“Gonna fuck you so hard when I come home. Gonna make you scream. Gonna bend you over and fill you with my cock and I’m gonna pound into your prostate until you come. Think I can make you come without even touching your cock?”
“Yes… yes. You know you can. Please!”
“You can come.”
“Nnnnnnnnn oh fuck Vincent yes oh God aaaahhhhhh.”
“Good?”

“Sorry, zoned out for a second there.”
“That good, huh?”
“Yeah. Fuck. Yeah. I need to get cleaned up.”
“Alright, baby. We’re doing this again tomorrow.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Okay.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”

Click. Dial tone.