feelings. Because despite what he’d told Sawyer about not being able to make the first move, life was too short not to try to encourage the boy.
He reached out and dialed Sawyer’s number, pretty sure the boy wouldn’t be asleep.
His hello was tentative. Rex didn’t hesitate in saying, “You’re going to do everything I say—understand?”
“Rex—”
“It’s a yes or a no.”
A long pause and then a whispered, “Yes,” made Rex’s heart start beating again.
“Good. Now, put your hand around your cock.” There was a small whimper on the other end of the line that made Rex smile and grab his own dick. “Did you do it?”
“Yes.”
“That’s the operative word for this call, understood?”
“Yes.”
“Did you like when I pressed against you?”
“Yes.”
“Did you beat off already tonight thinking about me?”
There was a long pause and then, “I wanted to, but I’m not exactly home.”
Rex forced his jealousy down. It wasn’t a yes answer, but he let it go because he wanted to know more. “Where are you?”
“I, ah, ended up at Jace’s. I’m on his pull-out couch.”
Rex relaxed again. “Ready to get rid of some of that tension?”
“Yeah.”
He let the slang go. “Good. Now I want a longer answer. Stroke yourself, close your eyes and imagine seeing me in the shower in Iraq.” Rex heard a long, stuttered breath from the boy and knew he could come from that sound alone. “You think about that a lot, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“What exactly do you think about?”
“Rex, I—”
“Tell me.” The command in his voice jump-started Sawyer’s confession.
“Instead of just watching, I strip and walk over to you,” he said quickly. “You’re surprised to see me there—and I think you’re going to yell at me, because you always yell at me, but you don’t.”
Rex closed his eyes and tried not to wince at the yelling part, because hell, he deserved that one. “Keep going. And be prepared to come whenever I tell you to.”
“Okay.” A hard swallow and then, “You grab me, pull me close. And then you…kiss me. And fuck, it’s good, Rex. So damned good.”
Sawyer’s voice caught, and Rex let him remain silent for a little while, just the heavy breathing across the line connecting them to each other. And then, without further pushing, Sawyer started talking again.
“When you break the kiss, I push you to your knees and I grab your shoulders and pull you close to my dick,” he said, and Rex’s eyes opened in surprise. So the boy had a little kink of his own, did he? Maybe he wasn’t as submissive as Rex thought—and that was damned appealing as well.
“Are you scared?”
“Yeah, a little. But I know you’ll take care of me. And you take my cock into your mouth and I have to grab on to your shoulders so I don’t fall, because it feels so good. And I come—right away—because it’s you. And it’s what I’ve wanted for so long. But you’re not upset. You just take everything I give and then you…fuck…”
He’d come—without Rex telling him to, and Rex stroked himself with a few hard tugs and joined him, the groans similar to the ones he’d had in Iraq that night. And even though the silence was between them, it was comfortable as the men caught their breaths and Rex reveled in the post-orgasm haze.
“We’ll do this again, Sawyer, after you get back from Coronado training,” Rex promised. “Remember where you left off.”
“Rex, I’m not sure—” Sawyer started to tell him.
“I know. But this is a start.” He hung up before either of them said anything more to ruin what had just happened, and, for the first time in years, he fell into a contented sleep.
They had a week together before Clint had to leave for his next assignment. A week of Clint lazing around Jace’s house while the boy went to base daily for PT and other training, came home to a good meal and a good fuck.
Man, he could get used to this.
Jace had gotten
He reached out and dialed Sawyer’s number, pretty sure the boy wouldn’t be asleep.
His hello was tentative. Rex didn’t hesitate in saying, “You’re going to do everything I say—understand?”
“Rex—”
“It’s a yes or a no.”
A long pause and then a whispered, “Yes,” made Rex’s heart start beating again.
“Good. Now, put your hand around your cock.” There was a small whimper on the other end of the line that made Rex smile and grab his own dick. “Did you do it?”
“Yes.”
“That’s the operative word for this call, understood?”
“Yes.”
“Did you like when I pressed against you?”
“Yes.”
“Did you beat off already tonight thinking about me?”
There was a long pause and then, “I wanted to, but I’m not exactly home.”
Rex forced his jealousy down. It wasn’t a yes answer, but he let it go because he wanted to know more. “Where are you?”
“I, ah, ended up at Jace’s. I’m on his pull-out couch.”
Rex relaxed again. “Ready to get rid of some of that tension?”
“Yeah.”
He let the slang go. “Good. Now I want a longer answer. Stroke yourself, close your eyes and imagine seeing me in the shower in Iraq.” Rex heard a long, stuttered breath from the boy and knew he could come from that sound alone. “You think about that a lot, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“What exactly do you think about?”
“Rex, I—”
“Tell me.” The command in his voice jump-started Sawyer’s confession.
“Instead of just watching, I strip and walk over to you,” he said quickly. “You’re surprised to see me there—and I think you’re going to yell at me, because you always yell at me, but you don’t.”
Rex closed his eyes and tried not to wince at the yelling part, because hell, he deserved that one. “Keep going. And be prepared to come whenever I tell you to.”
“Okay.” A hard swallow and then, “You grab me, pull me close. And then you…kiss me. And fuck, it’s good, Rex. So damned good.”
Sawyer’s voice caught, and Rex let him remain silent for a little while, just the heavy breathing across the line connecting them to each other. And then, without further pushing, Sawyer started talking again.
“When you break the kiss, I push you to your knees and I grab your shoulders and pull you close to my dick,” he said, and Rex’s eyes opened in surprise. So the boy had a little kink of his own, did he? Maybe he wasn’t as submissive as Rex thought—and that was damned appealing as well.
“Are you scared?”
“Yeah, a little. But I know you’ll take care of me. And you take my cock into your mouth and I have to grab on to your shoulders so I don’t fall, because it feels so good. And I come—right away—because it’s you. And it’s what I’ve wanted for so long. But you’re not upset. You just take everything I give and then you…fuck…”
He’d come—without Rex telling him to, and Rex stroked himself with a few hard tugs and joined him, the groans similar to the ones he’d had in Iraq that night. And even though the silence was between them, it was comfortable as the men caught their breaths and Rex reveled in the post-orgasm haze.
“We’ll do this again, Sawyer, after you get back from Coronado training,” Rex promised. “Remember where you left off.”
“Rex, I’m not sure—” Sawyer started to tell him.
“I know. But this is a start.” He hung up before either of them said anything more to ruin what had just happened, and, for the first time in years, he fell into a contented sleep.
They had a week together before Clint had to leave for his next assignment. A week of Clint lazing around Jace’s house while the boy went to base daily for PT and other training, came home to a good meal and a good fuck.
Man, he could get used to this.
Jace had gotten
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