Fanfic: Phone Sex (1/1)

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Title: Phone Sex
Author: Avarice & Sandra
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Fox/Collin
Spoilers:
Summary: Collin's gone back home, and is a bit anxious.
Word Count:
Date First Posted: 06-01-2005
Date Revised: 27-05-2011
Beta: -
Awards: -
Notes: One of those 'you write a bit, I write a bit' fics. Bit of fun. Fox is a perve, yo.
Feedback: always welcome, as is constructive criticism.
Also Archived At: LJ

Even though the number was saved in his cell phone's memory, Fox preferred to dial Collin's number himself. He stretched out long on his bed and chewed idly on a hangnail while waiting for Collin to answer.

A click and a mumbled 'hello' made him sit up straight.

"Hey," he greeted, "hey, boss. How goes?"

Collin was soothed by the sound of Fox's voice, and the tension that bunched up his shoulders dissipated a little. "Hey," he replied, a far sight away from the depressed greeting he'd answered the phone with. A small sigh followed. "How does it ever go?"

"That bad, huh?" Fox sighed. "What can I say, man, I'm sorry." He fished around in his pocket for a lighter, and reached for the cig he kept behind his ear. "But at least you've got some alone time, right?"

"I am thanking heaven for small mercies," Collin said as unlaced his sneakers. "I told them I had a headache and wanted to go to bed early, and here I am," he paused briefly. "I'm dying for a smoke."

Fox grinned. "I'm having one in your honor." He took a draw and let the smoke out slowly through his nostrils. "When're you coming back?"

"Day after tomorrow." Collin plucked at his socks until they came off, before pushing back to flop down on his bed. He ruffled his hair, feeling the section of dried, bleached strands. "Two more nights and a day."

"Almost, almost." Nothing worse than hearing that tone to Collin's voice. Two steps away from numb, five away from despair, and Fox decided to do anything he could. "So." Beat, two, three. "What're you wearing?"

Collin snorted. "Fucktard." An involuntary smile made its way to his face. No matter what, Fox could somehow always do that to him. There was a hefty pause as he considered answering him. "Well, I was just about to get changed, not that it's any of your business."

Fox protested. "It is too my business. I've got a laminated card and everything." He grinned. "Rawr, getting changed, huh? The Fox puts his vote in for a birthday suit."

"I almost forgot; You're a card-carrying pervert." There was a chuckle on the other end of the line. Collin thought for a moment, then gave a crafty smile. "I was thinking more of an a-line number, with a long split up one leg."

Fox groaned. "Oh, man, you're cruel." He leaned over, resting his elbows on his knees. "'s not nice to tease when I'm not there to tease back." Fox coughed, took another draw. "But don't stop if the inspiration's with you."

Collin stretched, his t-shirt riding up over his stomach. "I learnt teasing from a master. No nicotine and no Fox make Collin something-something."

"Does that something-something involve another something that means your door better be locked?" Fox wiggled his eyebrows, realized Collin had no way of telling whether or not his eyebrows were wiggling, and so informed him. "I just wagged my eyebrows. So you know. Get the visual and all."

"Thanks," Collin replied sarcastically. He waited, drawing his reply out, enjoying hearing Fox's very focused breathing on the other end of the line. "And yes, my door is locked."

Fox considered the information, and slowly lay back down. He stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray on his bedside table. "Alright. So, you feel like playing some?"

The blond considered his options briefly. He rose to check the door again to find it still suitably locked. He strolled back to bed, tugging at the bottom of his t-shirt, and sat down. "Okay. What do you want to do?"

"That's my boy. Alright, I figure, I'm not there to help you out, right?" Fox shifted slightly, scratching his stomach. "Maybe you can help yourself out."

Collin looked into his lap, knowing exactly what Fox wanted him to do. His left hand which wasn't holding the cell, drifted down to play with the button of his trousers. "Ok," he said softly to himself, undoing the button and tugging on the zip.

"What's happening?" Fox asked, his voice low.

"I'm... pulling my zipper down," Collin answered. His jockeys underneath were slightly distorted.

Fox made an encouraging "mm" noise and played with the waistband of his jeans. "There's a boy. 's all about the release of tension, boss. You tense enough yet?"

"A little." Collin ran a finger over the material covering his lap and shivered. He decided to lie back and lift his hips up off the bed, pulling the dark trousers down over his ass. The grey jockey shorts did little to conceal his current state of arousal.

"Touch yourself." Fox brought his own hand lower, rubbing over the denim covering his crotch. "Just one finger, y'know, tease. Since I'm not there to do it."

Collin reached out, his index finger hovering over his lap. With a slow movement, he ran that finger up his cloth-covered dick. The side of his nail slipped in through the slit and ran over his bare skin. "Ohh," he breathed.

Fox relished the sound. "That's it," he murmured, "just one, baby, just teasing right now." He exhaled loudly into the phone. "Oh, man, wish I were there. I'd have my lips on you faster than anything."

Collin let his finger slip further into the slit of his underwear. He could distinctly feel all his blood rushing south. His skin dry, Collin licked his finger for the moisture, and stroked again. The slickness made him feel good.

"Your stomach," Fox breathed into the phone. "If I were there, I'd be rubbing my hands all up and down it. Do it for me?"

"Ok." His hand traveled up, pulling his shirt up on the way to expose his trim stomach. Collin's fingers played over his stomach muscles, and his eyes shut imagining it was Fox's hand doing the deed. "What else would you do?"

Fox deftly unbuttoned his fly with one hand, and slid his hand in. He hissed with pleasure as his hand brushed his cock. "I'd make you scream. But that might be a bad idea, all things considered." His voice dropped to a husky whisper, "use your nails. Scratch over your chest and abs, yeah?"

Collin's nails scratched, creating pleasant sensations and light pink trails across his pale skin. As he moved lower to the firm planes of his stomach, he couldn't help but wiggle his hips. The tips of his fingers go beneath the waistband of his underwear. "Yeah..."

"I'd kiss your fingertips, too." Fox wriggled out of his jeans, shoving them down to the top of his thighs. "Do that for me before you do anything else." He lazily rubbed himself through the silk of his boxers.

Collin brought his hand up close to the cel's speaker, and kissed his fingertips slowly, making sure the sound was loud enough to be picked up by the phone.

"Baby," Fox murmured. "Ok, you can touch yourself some more. One finger or all, only one rule. You go slow."

"Slow..." Collin mulled over the concept. With a glance at his door, the blond slipped his hand into his jockeys completely. The accompanying groan was held in check, barely. Starting at the bottom, Collin dragged his hand up, massaging all the way. His fingers formed a loose circle around the crown of his cock and rubbed slowly. "Oh god."

"Slow," Fox repeated. "Nice and easy. Rub the tip a little for me."

Collin pulled his underwear down past his ass, leaving his crotch exposed. He looked down and followed Fox's instructions. The tip was lubricated, and Collin made a sound similar to a whine deep in his throat as he touched his cock with his index and middle fingers, rubbing the moisture around in an agonisingly slow circle.

Fox toyed with himself some more, rubbing against the palm of his hand. "Keep stroking, keep it slow" he managed, "don't stop. Can you use your other hand?"

"Just a second." Collin rested the cell on his shoulder and held it in place with his inclined head. His right hand was free and open for business. "Now I can."

"Good." Fox pushed his boxers down, and closed a fist around the base of his erection. "I want you to reach down between your thighs. Open them enough to touch, y'know, play with the skin down there."

His underpants needed to get lower to do the job. He grunted as his trousers were kicked lower, and jockeys were pulled roughly down past his knees, so as he could open his thighs. With both hands free, he dragged them down the length of his cock to get to his thighs. Fingers scraped along the tendons that poked out.

Collin didn't have a hand free to muffle himself, and let out a groan. "Fox..."

"Shh, shhh. You're not alone," Fox reminded him. He began to stroke himself slowly. "Man. If I were there, I'd lick those thighs. Kiss and bite until I made you come from just that."

Collin bit his lip as he touched himself "Why aren't you here again?" He ran one finger up the crease between his leg and lap, brushing past his balls.

"I'm not there so you can learn to be self sufficient." Fox rolled his hips, thrusting up into his grip. "And so it'll be better the next time we're together. But for now, just go with it, yea? I'm here, listening to you. It's almost as if I'm there. Move your hips some?"

"Self-sufficient," Collin snorted, "I thought you were meant to leave me satisfied." Regardless of his words, Collin followed Fox's instructions. Circling his dick with the fingers of his left hand, his right moved down to massage. Collin lifted his hips off the bed slightly and began to thrust.

"I'd do anything to see you satisfied, boss." Fox's breath had grown heavier, and he jerked himself faster. "Harder, baby. Do it harder for me."

"Harder?" Collin whimpered as he sped up. He tilted his hips further off the mattress. The cell almost slipped from his shoulder as he sped up. "Fox," he whispered into the phone desperately.

"Baby." Fucking hell, but this was hot. Fox groaned loudly. "How you doin'? Good enough?" he panted between sentences. "You almost there?"

Collin couldn't answer straight away; just make sounds he often didn't realise came from his own throat. "Almost," he confirmed to Fox. The blond moved from short, fast thrusts to slower but longer thrusts, pumping his hand as he did so. He heard his boyfriend's grunts on the end of the line. "You?" he gasped out.

Those insanely sexy sounds. Fox drew a breath between his teeth. "On my way. Just want you satisfied." He grunted, rested the phone between his shoulder and chin, and slid his hand down to cup his balls. "Collin. Come on, Collin."

"I'm coming," Collin bit out through gritted teeth. He tried to bite his tongue but the sensations were too great. His hips thrust periodically now, most of the work being done by his hands. The left worked quickly near the crown, the right slower, stroking and massaging sensitive areas near his perineum.

"Do it." Fox groaned loudly and stroked himself faster, playing his fingers along the underside of his cock. "Collin. Come."

"I-- oh... oh fuck, Kaa-ii--". Collin's body stiffened, and he fell back to the mattress as he orgasmed. The phone briefly fell from the cradle of his shoulder, as he was wracked with pleasure-waves. He lay on the bed, exhausted for a moment, listening to the sounds of Fox's ecstasy. Collin's right hand tiredly reached for his cell. The left was sticky, but still stroked gently as he came down.

"Good boy," Fox groaned, working his thumb on the tip of his dick. "Good... fuckin' beautiful... boy," he growled as he came, thrusting hard into his hand. "Baby." He took several deep breaths. "Fuck." He'd gripped the phone so hard the plastic cracked. Fox smirked. "You there, boss?"

Collin took a deep breath. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm here." He closed his eyes and kicked his underwear off the bed. "What broke?"

Fox glanced at the phone ruefully. "Nothing that can't be fixed," he said optimistically, and reached for some tissues. "How you feeling now?"

"Good." Collin allowed himself a pleased smile. "Tired, but considerably less tense." He pulled the phone away from his ear to get his t-shirt over the top of his head. He balled the shirt in his hands and used it to wipe up the minor mess.

Fox laughed. "Am I good or what?"

"Or what," Collin answered cheekily.

Fox snorted. "Fine, you going to be like that, see who'll help you next time you need to drain that tension away, man." But he grinned. "I'm glad you're better, Collin."

Collin pulled his covers up and rolled over on his left. "Love you," he said quietly.

Fox smiled. "Yeah, boss, love you too. Take care."

"How about when I get home you take care of me?" Collin said around a yawn. "Again?" he amended.

"I live to serve, boss. And I'm doing the eyebrow wiggle again." Collin infected him from across the phone lines, and he yawned loudly. "Going to bed soon?"

Collin ignored the eyebrow wiggle comment. "I think... now. After we finish talking." He snuggled further into his blankets, and could almost imagine he was curling up against Fox's perpetually warm body.

Fox chuckled. "I'll be waiting for you at home."

"Ok." Collin couldn't stifle another yawn. "In a day and a night."

"Goodnight, Collin."

"Goodnight, Fox."

~finis