Kink Bingo - Phonesex
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setos_puppyTitle: Pixelated
Fandom: Were the World Mine
Pairing/Characters: Cooper/Cole
Rating: Mature
Warning: Schmoop, fluff, possession, dirty talk, masturbation, Skype-sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism
Summary: Cooper gets a Skype call from Cole that distracts him from the heat
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to TLA et al.
Notes: Part of my endeavor into![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
kink_bingo for my Phonesex prompt.
Word Count: 1169
Cooper stretched out on his bed, glad to have his roommate out of the apartment and some time to himself. He hated going to school in a different city than his boyfriend, but Cole had gotten accepted to Tufts University in Massachusetts for a degree in political science, and Cooper had gotten accepted to Arcadia in Pennsylvania on a scholarship for communications, with a focus on print communications, which was just a really fancy way of saying journalism. It wasn’t even that they were far away from each other, only a state, but they were so busy with school work as well as regular work, that it kept them apart.
Booting up his laptop, Cooper casually sipped his smoothie while he toed off his shoes and made himself more comfortable. He checked his email and browsed a few websites before a message on his Skype popped up, telling him Cole had just logged on. Smiling, Cooper clicked the tiny icon and ‘phoned’ Cole. After a long moment, his screen jolted on, flashing the inside of Cole’s bedroom and his unoccupied computer chair.
“Just a sec,” came Cole’s voice before less than a minute later he appeared on screen, pulling a t-shirt off over his head. “Hey.”
“Hey yourself, how are you?”
“Not too bad, I just got back from a tutorial session, one of my group members is an idiot.”
“Poor baby.”
Cole laughed softly before ducking off screen and straightening back up with a bottle of water. “Is it ungodly hot where you are too?”
“Like the sun is taking a personal vendetta out on my body, yeah.” Cooper toted up his smoothie as a way of emphasizing the point. “Luckily I finally got that air conditioner, but it’s too hot to install it, so I just sit here, baking and wanting to pour ice all over myself.”
“I’m not complaining if you feel like doing that.”
“Pervert.”
Cole shrugged and stretched in his chair, sprawling out languidly, like a debauched, shirtless sex god. “Can’t blame me for trying.”
“With you looking like that I just might misbehave.”
Cole grinned, teasingly trailing his hand down his sweat-sheened chest and towards his pants before stopping. “Maybe I’d like that. I miss you.”
“You mean you miss my cock.”
“And your mouth.”
“Gee, I feel so loved.”
“Maybe you should strip too, you’ll feel cooler.”
“Doubt it. With you being naughty I’ll no doubt get all hot and bothered.”
Cole rolled his eyes and slowly began unbuttoning his jeans, pushing them down just a little to expose the top of his boxer briefs and the low dip of his hips. He rubbed his hands over the thighs of his jeans before there was a ruffle, shuffle, and then a quiet slide-bang and Cole sat back again, a small packet in his fingers, Cooper leaned forward a little and bit back a quiet groan when he realized it was lube.
They were really going to do this...
“I’m not waiting another four months until I hear you scream my name,” Cole growled, his voice low and possessive and in that exact tone that made Cooper crazy.
It was kind of thrilling, Cooper had to admit, he loved to think about Cole jerking off thinking about him. Now he got to see it, got to be the reason Cole did it, got to do it with Cole.
“Take off your shirt.”
Cooper’s fingers were trembling when he wrapped them around the hem of his shirt and pulled his shirt up and off. “You’re so hot when you get commanding.”
“You’re hot when you do what I say. Now, take off your shorts.”
Cooper flushed and then adjusted his laptop on his bed, giving Cole a clear vantage point while also allowing him his maximum amount of movement and letting him see Cole. “Hold on,” Cooper breathed before climbing off his bed and crossing to his desk before returning with supplies, namely lube, but also with his headset. He wanted to hear Cole directly in his ear, nothing, not even the air, between them.
“Wicked boy. Shorts off, now.”
Cooper lifted his hips and slid down his loose track shorts off, flinging them off the side of the bed, his arousal evident, encased in his boxer briefs.
“God, you look so hot, needy and flush...”
“Cole, jesus...” Cooper already felt so hard, he palmed over his cock, hips jerking involuntarily, making him whine. “Need you so bad.”
“What do you want, baby?”
“Want you inside, fuck...” Cooper fumbled with the lube, watching as Cole shucked off his jeans and started to slowly stroke his cock. “Need you inside.”
“Shhh... I’m right here, Coop.”
Inhibitions melted away with need, Cooper slid off his boxer briefs and popped the cap of the lube open with his thumb. He parted his legs, knees bowed, watching as Cole’s hand increased in tempo and his lips parted to suck in a breath. Cooper slicked up his fingers, his body shivering as he twisted a little, easily pressing two long, slender fingers inside of his body.
“Such a good boy, how does it feel?”
“Not enough, never enough.”
“Spoiled slut, of course it isn’t, it isn’t me.”
Cooper grunted, fingers twisting and scissoring as his hips canted greedily and he slid in a third finger with a low, sultry moan. “C-Cole... Tell me... Tell me what to do...”
“Jesus... Keep going like that, yeah... harder!”
Cooper let out a choked, strangled cry as he wriggled his fingers and pushed them in harder at Cole’s demand, hitting his prostate and sending his body into uncontrollable tremors. He let out a whine when Cole demanded more, to flex and stroke his cock hard and fast, hitting his prostate on each inward push of his fingers.
Cooper could barely think, he heard Cole’s quiet panting, his body hunched in the chair, hand working wet, hard and fast over his cock. His eyes were locked on his screen as his free hand gripped the desk, barely keeping him upright. “Gonna...”
Cooper’s back bowed, his whole body shivering as he finally came. His world blurred just a bit around the edges, it had been a while since such a good orgasm and he was pretty sure he screamed something resembling Cole’s name. He hit the bed his hand working over his cock, his body twitching uncontrollably with the force of it, giving quiet, protesting noises as he withdrew his fingers and his oversensitive body jerked.
When Cooper turned his eyes back to the screen, Cole was sprawled back in the chair, boxer-briefs pulled back up, jeans forgotten somewhere, looking sated. With an annoyed noise, Cooper picked up a dirty t-shirt and wiped himself clean, not bothering with clothes as the discomforting feeling of humid heat seeped back into his body.
“Love you.”
Cooper smiled, Cole could be so sentimental after a good orgasm. “Ditto.”
Curling up around the laptop, Cooper fell asleep to Cole talking about his day.
Fandom: Were the World Mine
Pairing/Characters: Cooper/Cole
Rating: Mature
Warning: Schmoop, fluff, possession, dirty talk, masturbation, Skype-sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism
Summary: Cooper gets a Skype call from Cole that distracts him from the heat
Disclaimer: Not mine they belong to TLA et al.
Notes: Part of my endeavor into
kink_bingo for my Phonesex prompt. Word Count: 1169
Cooper stretched out on his bed, glad to have his roommate out of the apartment and some time to himself. He hated going to school in a different city than his boyfriend, but Cole had gotten accepted to Tufts University in Massachusetts for a degree in political science, and Cooper had gotten accepted to Arcadia in Pennsylvania on a scholarship for communications, with a focus on print communications, which was just a really fancy way of saying journalism. It wasn’t even that they were far away from each other, only a state, but they were so busy with school work as well as regular work, that it kept them apart.
Booting up his laptop, Cooper casually sipped his smoothie while he toed off his shoes and made himself more comfortable. He checked his email and browsed a few websites before a message on his Skype popped up, telling him Cole had just logged on. Smiling, Cooper clicked the tiny icon and ‘phoned’ Cole. After a long moment, his screen jolted on, flashing the inside of Cole’s bedroom and his unoccupied computer chair.
“Just a sec,” came Cole’s voice before less than a minute later he appeared on screen, pulling a t-shirt off over his head. “Hey.”
“Hey yourself, how are you?”
“Not too bad, I just got back from a tutorial session, one of my group members is an idiot.”
“Poor baby.”
Cole laughed softly before ducking off screen and straightening back up with a bottle of water. “Is it ungodly hot where you are too?”
“Like the sun is taking a personal vendetta out on my body, yeah.” Cooper toted up his smoothie as a way of emphasizing the point. “Luckily I finally got that air conditioner, but it’s too hot to install it, so I just sit here, baking and wanting to pour ice all over myself.”
“I’m not complaining if you feel like doing that.”
“Pervert.”
Cole shrugged and stretched in his chair, sprawling out languidly, like a debauched, shirtless sex god. “Can’t blame me for trying.”
“With you looking like that I just might misbehave.”
Cole grinned, teasingly trailing his hand down his sweat-sheened chest and towards his pants before stopping. “Maybe I’d like that. I miss you.”
“You mean you miss my cock.”
“And your mouth.”
“Gee, I feel so loved.”
“Maybe you should strip too, you’ll feel cooler.”
“Doubt it. With you being naughty I’ll no doubt get all hot and bothered.”
Cole rolled his eyes and slowly began unbuttoning his jeans, pushing them down just a little to expose the top of his boxer briefs and the low dip of his hips. He rubbed his hands over the thighs of his jeans before there was a ruffle, shuffle, and then a quiet slide-bang and Cole sat back again, a small packet in his fingers, Cooper leaned forward a little and bit back a quiet groan when he realized it was lube.
They were really going to do this...
“I’m not waiting another four months until I hear you scream my name,” Cole growled, his voice low and possessive and in that exact tone that made Cooper crazy.
It was kind of thrilling, Cooper had to admit, he loved to think about Cole jerking off thinking about him. Now he got to see it, got to be the reason Cole did it, got to do it with Cole.
“Take off your shirt.”
Cooper’s fingers were trembling when he wrapped them around the hem of his shirt and pulled his shirt up and off. “You’re so hot when you get commanding.”
“You’re hot when you do what I say. Now, take off your shorts.”
Cooper flushed and then adjusted his laptop on his bed, giving Cole a clear vantage point while also allowing him his maximum amount of movement and letting him see Cole. “Hold on,” Cooper breathed before climbing off his bed and crossing to his desk before returning with supplies, namely lube, but also with his headset. He wanted to hear Cole directly in his ear, nothing, not even the air, between them.
“Wicked boy. Shorts off, now.”
Cooper lifted his hips and slid down his loose track shorts off, flinging them off the side of the bed, his arousal evident, encased in his boxer briefs.
“God, you look so hot, needy and flush...”
“Cole, jesus...” Cooper already felt so hard, he palmed over his cock, hips jerking involuntarily, making him whine. “Need you so bad.”
“What do you want, baby?”
“Want you inside, fuck...” Cooper fumbled with the lube, watching as Cole shucked off his jeans and started to slowly stroke his cock. “Need you inside.”
“Shhh... I’m right here, Coop.”
Inhibitions melted away with need, Cooper slid off his boxer briefs and popped the cap of the lube open with his thumb. He parted his legs, knees bowed, watching as Cole’s hand increased in tempo and his lips parted to suck in a breath. Cooper slicked up his fingers, his body shivering as he twisted a little, easily pressing two long, slender fingers inside of his body.
“Such a good boy, how does it feel?”
“Not enough, never enough.”
“Spoiled slut, of course it isn’t, it isn’t me.”
Cooper grunted, fingers twisting and scissoring as his hips canted greedily and he slid in a third finger with a low, sultry moan. “C-Cole... Tell me... Tell me what to do...”
“Jesus... Keep going like that, yeah... harder!”
Cooper let out a choked, strangled cry as he wriggled his fingers and pushed them in harder at Cole’s demand, hitting his prostate and sending his body into uncontrollable tremors. He let out a whine when Cole demanded more, to flex and stroke his cock hard and fast, hitting his prostate on each inward push of his fingers.
Cooper could barely think, he heard Cole’s quiet panting, his body hunched in the chair, hand working wet, hard and fast over his cock. His eyes were locked on his screen as his free hand gripped the desk, barely keeping him upright. “Gonna...”
Cooper’s back bowed, his whole body shivering as he finally came. His world blurred just a bit around the edges, it had been a while since such a good orgasm and he was pretty sure he screamed something resembling Cole’s name. He hit the bed his hand working over his cock, his body twitching uncontrollably with the force of it, giving quiet, protesting noises as he withdrew his fingers and his oversensitive body jerked.
When Cooper turned his eyes back to the screen, Cole was sprawled back in the chair, boxer-briefs pulled back up, jeans forgotten somewhere, looking sated. With an annoyed noise, Cooper picked up a dirty t-shirt and wiped himself clean, not bothering with clothes as the discomforting feeling of humid heat seeped back into his body.
“Love you.”
Cooper smiled, Cole could be so sentimental after a good orgasm. “Ditto.”
Curling up around the laptop, Cooper fell asleep to Cole talking about his day.
