He let out a nervous laugh. “How did this conversation end up in the gutter so quickly?”
“We’re two men who are trying to abstain from fucking each other’s brains out. It’s going to be the topic of conversation until it happens,” I told him. “Probably worse after it does.”
He groaned into the phone. “You’re killing me here.”
“If you tell me you need to end the call so you can wank, I’ll be very disappointed.”
He laughed but it was a pained sound. “What if I said it was because dinner just arrived?”
“I’d call bullshit. And still be disappointed you didn’t let me listen.”
His breathing was heavy in my ear. “Um, do you think tomorrow night when I come over for dinner we could possibly put an end to our suffering?”
“Nope. It’s too soon.” And this was too much fun. “But just so you know, I’m going to rim you.”
His breath hitched and then I heard it. A zipper.
“Did you just unzip yourself?” I asked quietly. “Have you got your hand on your gorgeous cock already?”
“Um…”
I smiled. He totally did. “Good. Fuck your fist like you want to fuck my arse.”
“Oh, Spencer,” he whispered. I could hear the faint slick noise of his hand pumping his cock. The mental image of that sent a surge of precum to the tip of my dick. I slid my hand underneath the waistband of my trousers, and yeah, I was wet at the tip of my dick. I gave myself a quick few pumps, imagining him doing the same.
“And tomorrow night, I’m going to fuck your arse with my tongue.”
He let out a strangled cry as he came. He was obviously trying to be quiet but couldn’t seem to hold it in. “Oh, God.”
“Mmmm,” I groaned, knowing my words had brought him undone. “You’re so fucking hot.”
His breaths were ragged, and he laughed. “I can’t believe I just did that.” Then, before he could be any more embarrassed, his doorbell rang. “Shit! That’s dinner. I’m not even kidding. I have to go.”
I was still laughing when the call ended abruptly in my ear. But I was also still hard. I considered going into the shower but thought fuck it. I undid my pants, pulled them down around my hips, and remembering the sounds of Andrew coming so close in my ear, I brought myself to climax.
About two minutes later, I was still lazy-smiling at my lounge room wall when my phone buzzed with a message.
The Chinese food delivery guy thinks I’m weird. I blame you.
I replied. You’re welcome. And Chinese food on a Monday night, seriously?
Shut up. Its wanton soup and steamed vegetables. But this is the reason I work out so much.
I will teach you how to cook.
Will you be naked?
Yes.
Even better.
I smiled ridiculously at my phone as I replied, Oh, btw, you totally just made me come.
Talking about cooking naked can make you come?
No, listening to your phone sex sounds totally made me come.
Oh.
Are you blushing?
Veto.
CHAPTER SIX
The next morning, I went through Lance’s emails again and took down all the details on paper to get a clearer picture in my head. The school Yanni went to was on Melrose, as was the café he worked at. So I started there. I called, and after a few rings, a girl answered above the clatter and noise of a coffee shop. “Hi,” I started cheerfully. “Wow, you sound really busy. I don’t mean to keep you, but I was wondering if you could tell me if Yanni will be in today?”
“Um,” she stalled. “Hang on one sec.”
The sound muffled, like she put her hand over the mouthpiece. Then a man spoke. “Who is this?”
“My name is Spencer,” I told him. “I have classes with Yanni, and I haven’t seen him. I thought maybe he was still working there?”
“He doesn’t work here anymore,” he replied.
“Oh. Well, do you know where I might be able to find him?” I pushed.
“I can’t help you,” he said bluntly and disconnected the call.
Right, then. Next effort was the college. Which of course was a dead end. The woman I spoke to was like a brick wall. “I wouldn’t give out student personal information even if it wasn’t against the law,” she said, before telling me not to call back. Honestly, I expected nothing less, but I had to try anyway.