Page 66 of Totally Geeked

Gordon’s voice sounds from the speaker.

“What didn’t you want us to see?” he asks.

“Your brother naked,” I yell down the line, and Harrison laughs, appearing on the camera again now with some pink-and-green patterned wallpaper behind him. He shoves in an earpod and there’s a slight change in the background noise coming through the line.

“I moved into the hall, we’re alone. Sort of.”

“Can you get somewhere private so we can…talk?” I ask with a smirk. Ever since he mentioned phone or video sex it’s been on my mind. I’ve never done it, and I think if we’re going to test out the video camera he ordered when he gets back, I should get used to being in front of a camera.

He shakes his head, “Sorry, they have us in a room for three, and Benny just jumped in the shower.”

“I guess I’ll just have to take care of this all by myself,” I say, panning my camera down to show him the bulge under the sheets.

“Oh, did someone get started without me already, did they?”

“I was sketching us, and it just happened, but if you don’t want to—”

“I never said I didn't want to.”

“Tom-a-to, tom-ah-to,” I say, holding the phone and keeping it angled so he can see my other hand slide down.

“You’re far too good at that whole teasing thing now, you know,” he says, and I give myself a slow stroke under the sheet.

“I was taught by the best.”

He groans and clutches the phone close to his face, the wall behind him as he shields the screen from the view of anyone who might walk by.

“If you keep doing that it’s going to be awkward for me going back in there with a stiffy.”

“Then don't watch,” I say, and stroke myself again only this time the sheet moves down a little, and he sighs.

“This is so not fair.”

“It’s not, but you called me, remember.”

“Hold on, I think the shower just went off,” Harrison says, and the screen goes dark again, but there is a small sliver of light coming in at the sides which makes me think he’s holding the phone to his chest.

“Is Benny out?” he calls to someone, and after a few muffled "yeah" and "yeps,"and a few clangs and other noises, he’s back.

“Okay, sorry. I had to fight Gordon for dibs. Let me get the shower on, then we can get back to you showing me that drawing.”

He sets his phone on the counter facing him and strips down, then switches on the water in the shower but doesn’t step under.

“It's cold, so it doesn’t fog anything up. Now about that drawing,” he whispers close to the screen. I turn the camera to the sketch and move it slowly down the page revealing it bit by bit.

“Fuck, that looks just as hot as I remember it,” he says, and I turn the camera back.

“I know, now you know what got me in this state,” I say, panning the screen down again, but this time sliding off the bed sheets, revealing my leaking hard cock, then panning up again to my face.

“Is that what you wanted to see?” I ask, and Harrison licks his lips.

“I wish I could do more than see it. But yeah, this far away from you, I’ll take anything you want to give me.”

“Do you think they can hear you?” I ask, suddenly worried the guys in the next room will overhear.

“Nope, I shoved a bunch of towels under the door and the shower’s on, as long as I don’t yell, we’ll be good,” he says with a smirk. “But if you want to scream out my name, you can. I’ve got the earpods in.”

“I’ll keep that in mind. Do you think you can control your levels? I seem to remember it was you moaning my name last time, wasn’t it?”

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