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It had started with a flirty text, far too late in the night. It’s a school night after all, and they both should be asleep by now, and yet, there it is.
NICK: I’m thinking about you…
CHARLIE: oh yeah? late at night?
NICK: Can you call? I want to hear your voice.
This was unusual, Charlie immediately fretted that he’d read the vibe wrong. He wants to talk? About what?
Charlie straightens up in bed a little, and clicks the call button. He realises it’s so dark in his room that he’s not really showing up on the camera. He flicks on the side light. Much better.
Nick picks up the call. He’s also sitting up slightly in bed, his bare chest on show.
“I just can’t stop thinking about you, Charlie” he breathes.
“I’m intrigued, what about?”
Nick sighs, “just about what you said earlier, about feeling ready to do things… it’s got me… worked up.”
“Nicholas Nelson, are you ringing me to tell me you’re horny?” Charlie mock scolds, but what Nick is saying is making his whole stomach tighten up and do little flips. Feeling bold he continues, “what are you thinking about Nick, right now?”
“I… I wish you were here Charlie. God I want you so bad.” Nick is talking in hushed tones, but there’s a groan in his words.
Holy shit. His fit boyfriend is telling him he wants him. Like that.
“What would you want to do if I was there?” This is new for them both. Charlie’s heart is hammering so fast and hard it’s reverberating in his ears.
“I would want you to feel how hard I am for you, Char.” Oh okay, Charlie thinks, we are actually doing this. He feels his own body reacting to hearing Nick’s words. “Fuck.”
“Is that too far…” Nick suddenly looks worried. He’s taken a risk. A big risk.
“No, don't stop. I want to feel you too. Have you been touching yourself, Nick?”
Nick just nods, his breath shudders.
“Are you touching yourself now?”
Another nod. “It feels so good. But… I wish it was your hand though. Fuck...”
Charlie’s aching now, but he refuses to let himself be distracted from watching Nick. He’s watching Nick actually touching himself. It’s what he fantasises about, and now he’s getting a glimpse.
“Keep going Nick. Don’t stop.”
Nick is breathing even heavier now. “Oh Char, fuck, I’m not far…”
“How long have you been touching yourself?”
“Fifteen minutes or so. I edged myself a couple times before I messaged you.” Charlie is slightly surprised by how freely Nick is talking about wanking. It’s not something they’ve ever outright discussed, apart from the odd joke or allusion to the fact they both do it. All teenagers do it, it’s natural. Charlie’s head is spinning knowing Nick must be struggling to last while he is on the call.
“Are you waiting for me Nick? Are you waiting for me to tell you to come?”
Nick whines quietly. “Please. Please.” He’s begging.
“How about I count you down?” Charlie is so hard it physically hurts, but he’ll worry about that later, and he watches closely to see Nick’s reaction.
Nick doesn’t know if he can handle being counted down. The fact that he’s called Charlie in the middle of the night to tell him he’s wanking to him is already so far beyond their normal, but for Charlie to go along with it and offer to count him down? Fuck, it’s just so hot.
“Yeah” he breathes, “count me down, I can barely wait though.” He slows his hands a little and tries to focus on relaxing his thigh muscles to delay his orgasm.
“10…”
Oh fuck, Nick thinks, not sure he can last 10 seconds.
“9…”
Nick is making a conscious effort to slow his hand down and not grip so hard. He’s got to last.
“8…”
Fuck. He’s not sure he can do it, he’s barely touching himself. He’s almost certain he’d still finish without any contact now, hearing Charlie’s voice is too much.
“7…”
He’s struggling. Tensing his core, he holds his breath and tries to resist clamping his eyes shut so he can keep watching Charlie through his phone.
“6…”
Nick is now actually biting his lip, hoping the pain will distract him a little.
“5…”
He bites down harder.
“4…”
He lets himself resume a normal speed now. Not long to go.
“3…”
He tightens his grip.
“2…”
He’s forgotten to breathe, but it’s too late for that now, he’s right on the edge, he lets himself tense his thigh muscles now.
“Come for me Nick.”
Nick lets go of the breath he’s been holding and lets his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave. He lets himself imagine that Charlie is the one to finish him off, not holding back, going fast.
“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck” he chants, bucking his hips, spilling onto his stomach, eyes rolling back, “oh, oh, god, fuck” he curses as he feels the pulsing sensation hit its crescendo. He moans, “fuck, Charlie, fuck…” He’s being far too loud, gasping now. It takes a while to really return to his body, now feeling completely limp.
“Holy shit.” Charlie is speechless.
“Wow. Yeah. I kind of sprung that on you…” Nick is now being hit with post-orgasm clarity. He had been completely thinking with his dick. “You alright Charlie?”
Is Charlie alright? He cannot believe he just witnessed that. He’s now straining against his boxers, desperate for relief, and legitimately shocked he didn’t come from just watching Nick. It felt like he could have.
“Yeah I’m… great. That was… so hot, Nick. Holy shit.”
“I’m completely spent. I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my whole life.”
“You’re loud.” That was an understatement.
“Yeah… I’m not usually…” How is Nick feeling bashful now, after that little performance? How do you progress from that? “Do you want to…” he should at least offer.
Charlie wants to. He does. But the thought of letting go like that, having an orgasm with Nick watching, it’s just too much. Too scary. He’s not ready. Not like this, anyways. Even being shirtless has been quite a big step in the last few months.
“No, no I’m good” he lies “but that was really something, Nick. Safe to say I’ll be thinking about that… er… next time I need to.”
“Do you want to sleep now?”
“Yeah” Charlie lies. He needs this call to be over now. He’s aching, and he needs to attend to his own needs, stat.
“Okay, well, love you, see you tomorrow at school?”
“Yeah! Love you too. Hope you sleep well.”
“I know I will!” Nick laughs, and ends the call, and Charlie immediately pulls his boxers down and gets to work, the images of Nick still fresh in his mind.