Page 25 of Ashley & the A-Listers

“Guess we’ll have to try it and see, once you get here for filming,” Cameron teased.

“That’s so far from now,” River complained, and Cameron agreed.

“Are you suggesting we have phone sex?” Cameron asked, interest piqued.

River paused. “I might be.”

Cameron let his eyes drift shut, picturing River in his mind. Smoking with River almost always led to fooling around. He just got so loosey-goosey and half-lidded and hot as fuck. That stupidly hot mustache twitching into his signature carefreesmile. Pushing his messy blond hair back with one of his deft hands.

“I miss you,” Cameron said with a sigh. “Wish I was there. Or you were here.”

“Oh yeah? What would you do if I was?” River asked.

Cameron rolled his eyes, lips twitching at the question. But his dick perked up, so he went with it.

“Smoke your weed,” Cameron said, and slipped into the warmth of River’s laugh. Cameron waited for it to fade before continuing. “Then I’d wait for you to get all soft. Push you back into the couch cushions and slide in your lap.”

“I like the sound of that,” River purred.

Cameron missed being close to someone. Physically feeling their weight sink into his, pressing firmly, sharing scents.

“I wanna be as close to you as possible,” Cameron said, and gave in, working at the button on his pants, and heard a rustle suggesting River was right there with him.

“I bought a candle, the other day. Scented like vanilla.”

Cameron’s heart seized, the fist River had around it clenching right inside his chest. “And?”

“It’s a poor imitation. Nothing like you. Only made me miss you more,” he admitted.

Cameron groaned, half tortured and a bit sad, and the other half horny and needy. “I wouldn’t even have the patience to suck you off,” Cameron muttered, and wrapped a hand around himself, gathering the slick on his fingers to ease the glide.

“Go on,” River murmured.

Cameron could picture it: River’s head slumped back against the couch, lips parted with ragged breaths as Cameron pulled their cocks out to work them in one fist.

“Can’t wait for that. I want you next to me, my hand gripping us both, stroking us together.”

River hummed over the line, breath stuttering. Cameron saw his arm flexing with each stroke, the head of him peeking out of his fist with each thrust.

“Or I could push you down the length of the couch, straddle you,” Cameron continued, fist sliding up and down his cock, squeezing around the head to make his eyes flutter, the vision crystal clear.

“Hot,” River groaned. “You’re so hot. I miss that.”

Nothing as hot as being so desperate for one another. “I can practically feel it,” Cameron groaned. “Our cocks sliding together, crushed between our stomachs.”

“You’d be leaking all over the place,” River added.

“I am,” Cameron told him, just to hear the way River whined about it. His slick spilled over his fist with every stroke, and his dulled scent was slowly filling the room. River would be drunk on it if he were here.

Ifhe were here.

“Fuck,” River bit out.

“I know,” Cameron said. “I miss it, too. The sloppy, messy grinding. Just, whatever feels good. Whatever gets us there.”

“I want to press my fingers into your hips until they bruise, dragging you against me.”

Cameron shivered. It wouldn’t be the first time Cameron had walked around with River’s secret purpled fingerprints on his skin.

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