Page 25 of Dirty Air
Fritz whines and it sounds pathetic, even to his own drunken ears. He grips himself harder. His tip leaks with precum and it makes the glide easier.
“Tell me what you need.”
“You, Henry.” There’s a sharp inhale on the other end that gives him confidence, spurs him on. “Your voice. It—it didn’t sound as good in my head.”
“You like my voice?” Henry’s tone lowers. “You like it when I direct you? What if I told you to keep this pace? Would you keep touching yourself for me and let me hear you?”
Fritz moans, throwing his head back. “I cannot—I am so close.” The pressure in his core builds, winding him tighter and tighter.
“Then push,” Henry says. “Give me everything you have, Fritz. Come for me.”
It’s just enough to send Fritz careening over the edge, spilling into his hand with a shout.
His heart pounds, the thuds echoing in his chest, as he tries to catch his breath. He collapses with the release, boneless, sinking deeper into the mattress, but he doesn’t remove the phone from his ear.
There’s one more thing he needs to hear.
The line is empty, silent. Not even background static. Fritz looks at his phone, but they’re still connected. Henry must be muted.
“I need you, Henry,” he breathes. “Let me hear you, let me have this.”
The static returns and Henry swallows. “That was… completely unprofessional.”
That?He already finished. That traitor.
“Next time, I want to hearyou come.”
They don’t talk about it.
Normally, Fritz would’ve been mortified to wake up late with dried cum on his stomach and hand, but he’s too distracted by his blistering hangover and the shoot he has to get to.
Photos, videos, product testing, meeting executives. It’s all such a whirlwind that, by the time he’s finished, packed up, and heading to the airport, Fritz has had enough time to reason.
Henry came.
Fritz drunk-dialed Henry, yes, but over the course of a whoppingsixminutes, they both came.
If he, Friedrich Müller, was woken up by someone he had no interest in, there’s nothing they could say that would make him come in undersix minutes.
Ergo, Henry likes Fritz at least some amount greater than zero.
