Page 65 of In Frame
“All good, but not an answer.”
“Oh…well…” He took a breath, let it out. Let himself listen to Sam, who knew him. “I’m happy. Relieved, and feeling a bit foolish about having been nervous in the first place, but…mostlyjust happy. All over.”
“I’m happy,” Sam said softly, “for you.” He sounded like it; he sounded pleased that Leo’d been honest. “Tell me about it?”
“I said I would,” Leo said, and did, cat-petting and tabletop gaming and asymmetrical vases included. He talked for longer than he’d meant to, but Sam was a good listener, not interrupting but making encouraging sounds, asking questions, being present. Leo finished hopefully, “They really do want to meet you. If you want to, I mean. No pressure. I know this is all a bit fast and you’re awfully busy.”
“I’d be honored,” Sam said immediately. “Said so before, didn’t I? If you’re sure. I know I’m not exactly…I’m not the kind of guy your parents hope you’ll bring home.”
“You mean talented, devoted to your family, and patient with me? Mum and Dad already adore you, you see.”
“Leo,” Sam said again, half a sigh but not a real protest. “You look at the world and see everything good…”
“You,” Leo said. “You make it better.” That admission was more real, all at once, than he’d planned. “I’m in bed, you know. What were we saying about me riding things?”
Sam’s first answer became inarticulate sputtering. “You—I—I’m in Jason and Colby’s house! I can’t—that’s—”
“They wouldn’t mind. But I was mostly teasing you.”
“Were you?”
“I’d never ask you for something you didn’t want to do. And you’re occupied with bookshelves.”
“Hmm.” Sam shifted position. Leo, sitting up in bed, heard the thoughtful noise, considered his own suggestion, and all at once found himself half-hard and growing more so. His cock stirred, rubbed by pajama pants; he recalled Sam’s touch, Sam’s kisses.
Sam said, “Mostly teasing, you said. But you want that.”
“I don’t need to get off via phone sex.”
“You need some taking care of, though.” Convinced of this, now: Sam’s voice held no doubt, and assumed command. “Kind of a big day. And you should get to feel good. A reward. I won’t do anything on this end, but you can.”
“You don’t need to—”
“You deserve it.”
Leo started to protest. Found himself shaky, wanting, yearning all over. Inarticulate lapidary emotions collided and swirled: desire, astonishment, and a strange pleasurable softening, as if he’d always needed to hear that, and now he only needed to hear it more, to let Sam tell him he deserved this, he could have this, he could feel good, and he trusted Sam about that.
“Leo?”
“I…forgot how to think. What do you want me to do?” His cock pushed up against fabric; he did not touch it yet. Liquid sweetness gathered pleasantly at the base, in his balls, in the sudden clench of his hole. His body wanted Sam.
“You okay?”
“More than. I believe you’re correct and I deserve an orgasm or two.”
Sam laughed. “You’re perfect, babe. What’re you wearing?”
“Ah…pajama trousers and a shirt? No underwear.”
“Even more perfect. Shirt off, grab your lube—we’re gonna make this quick, but I wish we had more time—”
“I know,” Leo agreed. “So do I.” Shirt off, his bare chest tingled in night air. He shoved down his trousers, lube now perched beside his tea on the bedside table. Bottle and cup smirked at him. “I can be quick.”
“You can,” Sam said, “because I’m going to tell you to. You remember last time, on the phone?”
“When you made me, ah…hurt my own cock? Only it didn’t really hurt. I liked it.” He had. He squirmed against his bed; arousal dripped from his tip, smearing over his stomach.
“I know you did. But no, not that. The part when I told you that wasn’tyournice pretty cock anymore, it was mine, the way those’re my fingers fucking you, and when you come it’s because I say so.”
