Page 24 of Cross Checks

After I showered and got ready for bed, I had one more call. This one was incoming and it surprised me.

“I’m sorry. I know it’s late,” said Hank, “but I was lying here wondering if you were still up.”

I laughed. “I guess I am since I answered the call. Just hopped out of the shower and slipped between the sheets.”

After I showered and got ready to climb into bed, I had a call that surprised me. It was Hank.

“You’re still up.”

I smiled. “I’m awake, but that doesn’t mean I’m out of bed.”

“Cheeky,” he muttered. “If only I were there with you. It’s hard being here alone and knowing you’re on your own, too, not that far away. Can we do a video call so I can see your handsome self?”

A heated sensation spread through my body at the sound of his voice, and I couldn't stop myself from grinning.

"Sure, let me grab my laptop. The camera there works better for this than the one on the phone.

I quickly fetched my laptop from the living room and settled in bed. "Alright, I'm ready. Show me your handsome self first," I teased, already feeling more at ease just from hearing his voice.

Hank chuckled. "Alright, alright, let me see." He adjusted the camera on his end, and my heart skipped a beat when his face appeared on my screen. Something about how his eyes sparkled, even in the dim light of his apartment, made my stomach flip.

"There, happy now?"

"Very happy. How's your night going?" While I waited for his reply, I situated my laptop so the screen framed my face.

"Quiet, for now," he replied, his voice soft. "But I keep thinking about you and us. Is it crazy that I can't stop thinking about you even when we're not together?"

I felt my cheeks heat up, and I knew he could see the blush on my face. "No, it's not crazy. I feel the same way. I miss you, Hank. Wish you were here with me."

"I could come over, but I've got an early morning at the station, and knowing us, I might not get much sleep."

I smiled at his offer, feeling a warm pool of desire forming in my gut. "As much as I'd love that, you're right. Duty calls. But soon, okay?"

"Absolutely," he said, his voice low and husky. "I can't wait to hold you again, to feel your skin against mine."

My breath hitched at his words, and I felt a familiar ache between my legs. "God, Hank," I whispered, imagining his strong arms around me. "I want you so much."

"I want you, too," he rasped, his tone turning rougher. "I want to taste you, to hear you moan my name."

One of my hands slid lower, tracing over the tent in my boxers as heat flooded my body. "Fuck, Hank," I moaned, picturing him doing just that. "I need you."

His eyes darkened, and he shifted in his chair. "We'll have to be patient," he said, his voice strained. "Until then, you can tell me what you'd like me to do to you when we're finally together again."

I shivered, my breath quickening at the thought of us together, skin to skin. "I want you to touch me," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Everywhere."

Hank licked his lips, those soulful brown eyes dark with desire. "Anywhere you want. I’ll take plenty of time and give you everything you need. Do me a favor and push that laptop back a bit so I can see the whole picture."

My cheeks heated up at the thought of exposing myself to him, but I knew I couldn’t resist. I inched the laptop back until most of my body was fully visible. Hank let out an appreciative moan, his gaze trailing over my bare chest and boxers.

"Beautiful," he whispered. I wasn’t used to hearing that kind of compliment from guys, and when Hank said it, my entire body tingled.

"Now, take those boxers off and touch yourself, Chase."

I did as he asked, feeling my cock suddenly rock hard. His eyes stayed fixed on me, and one of his hands disappeared south, out of the frame.

"That's it," Hank breathed, his voice low and husky. "Let me see you. And don't forget to moan for me."

I obeyed, letting out a low moan as I slid my hand down my stomach and over my growing erection. My breathing quickened, and my pulse pounded in my ears. Hank's gaze was intense.

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