Page 67 of Totally Geeked

“I can’t make any promises, but I guess they’ll have two choices, listen in or leave, because now I’ve seen you like this, I want to watch you and imagine it’s me there getting you off.”

"Oh, trust me, that’s what I’m imagining, too. I want to see you. Can you step back a little?” I ask, and he moves closer to the shower but stays out of the water. He slides his hands down over his pecks, over his stomach, and then grips himself in one hand while the other dips lower and gives his balls a light tug.

“How’s this?” he asks, and I swallow the lump in my throat.

“Perfect, now work it slowly, stay in time with me,” I say, making sure my camera is on my fingers wrapped around my cock. My newly uncasted wrist is weak, and the phone starts to shake a little making it hard to see properly.

“Can you prop it up?” he asks, and I let go of myself and grab a few extra sketchbooks, set them on the nightstand, angle the camera toward the bed, and then lie on my side, shuffling across and up until I’m in the frame.

“Perfect, now where were we?” he says, and I start over, the sketch of us lying in front of me on the bed. My gaze keeps going between Harrison on the screen and the sketch, and he smiles, working himself in time with my strokes, his head leaning back a little as his chest starts to move up and down faster.

“I wish you were here so bad,” I say, and he sighs a little.

“I wish I was, too. I would have you back in that bed just like the other night, only this time, you’d be buried inside me.”

The image of him riding me the way I did him fills my thoughts and I grip myself tighter, working faster, each stroke bringing me closer and closer.

“I want you to ride me so badly,” I moan, and he grabs his balls again, working his cock in ragged strokes. “And then I’m going to have you on your knees, and I’m going to own that ass right there in front of the mirror for you to watch.”

He bites his lower lip as the first bursts of come shoot toward the camera.

“Fucking right you are,” he moans, and my balls pull up tight, and I’m over the edge, coating the bed and the sketch.

“Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” he asks, moving closer to the screen again, his breathing still heavy.

“I think I’ll have to start this one over,” I say, holding the book up to the camera so he can see how I’ve covered us both.

“I’m sure more than one will end up like that before the season is over.”

I roll and groan into the pillow. “I don’t think I can last two whole weeks,” I say, and he smiles and turns the handle for the shower, and steam starts filling the space.

“Meet us in Boston and you won’t have to.”

“You really want me to come?”

“Oh, hunny. I thought you’d know by now. I always want you to come.” He smiles and steps under the water. I watch as long as I can as he soaps up his body before the steam completely covers the phone and I’m left with nothing but a gray screen.

“I’ll book the flights and call you tomorrow,” I say.

“I’ll make sure I’m alone,” he calls back, and I hang up the call.

Chapter twenty-five

Harrison

I’m always surprised bythe amount of people at the airport. Not just the people traveling, but the people like me, waiting to pick up friends, relatives, and business associates. There is always something happening. I guess I’ll see my fair share of airports this year, flying to games. I love that they are integrating home games every third week so that the locals who made this game what it is are getting to still see us.

A man in a suit holding a sign shoves past me to get to the front. I stand at the back of the crowd of about thirty, waiting for Arlo to walk out. He’ll see me fine from here. It's been two weeks since I’ve seen him in person, and as much as I love sneaking into the bathroom for a cheeky video chat, I miss holding him and waking up in his arms the most.

His gorgeous red hair, a beacon for my eyes, draws me in the second he turns the corner. It’s tied in a messy bun on his head, loose strands falling around his grinning face.

I stretch an arm up and wave, desperately trying to hold my place at the back when all my legs want to do is bolt through the crowd and pull him into my arms.

He weaves through the crowd, dragging his travel case behind him, and when he’s a few feet away, I lose all control of my manners, shove through the small gap between the people in front of me, grab him by the waist, and lift him, spinning him around and then pull him into a kiss.

The airport might as well be empty because, at this moment, all I register is us. His tongue is wildly exploring my mouth, and when he finally pulls away, I see the crowd is completely gone.

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