Chapter 21

TWENTY-ONE

Owen

I quickly see I'm way behind where I need to be for my fitness, and camp is a rude awakening. But for the first time in my life, I have something to live for. I live and breathe fencing, throwing myself into it completely, and for once, my mind is silent.

Until I'm alone in my hotel room for the night.

I type to Colin but erase it. We'd exchanged a couple of texts, but nothing much. I couldn't tell if he is giving me space because he knows I'm busy or if he's happy to have the space. Why is reading context in text so fucking difficult?

Frotting King: send me a picture of you.

Husband: Miss me?

A photo of him in our bed with just itty-bitty booty shorts on comes through with it.

I snap a photo of myself and reply with it.

Frotting King: I do. Sleeping alone blows.

Husband: You better not bring any of those hunks on your team home with you.

I smile, not sure if he's serious or not, but I like the way the illusion of his possessiveness makes me feel.

Frotting King: I'm alone.

Husband: Are you sure?

I hit video call.

He answers, and it's so dark I can barely see him. I sit up and turn the camera around to show him the room.

"No one's hiding in the bathroom?" he asks with a teasing tone to his voice.

I hold up my middle finger. "No one. What about there?"

"Don't make me get out of bed to do an apartment tour. I'm too tired for that." His voice is all cute and whiny, making it clear he's tired.

"You could have someone next to you. I can barely see you." I lay back, lifting my knees to hold the phone.

He fumbles around for a minute and then flips on the bedside lamp. "I had three projects due. Isaac was here helping me." He makes air quotes. "He's not used to Oliver being at work so much. Especially the long hours. I think it's making him insecure."

"Did you tell him my father is deranged and is really keeping his kid at work that late?" Anyone who's met our father should know his kid doesn't get a free pass.

"I tried, but I don't know. I think it's just the mood. That's why I keep taking him out. He needs to get out of that apartment."

"I bet it's good for you, too."

"It is." He looks into my eyes through the phone, but it feels so much deeper than it should be this far apart. "How are you doing there?"

"I've been throwing myself fully into training, so I don't have much time to think. I am nowhere near the fitness I need to be for this and being at altitude isn't helping." I screw up my face. "But it's getting better, and I'm getting a feel for the team."

"Are you making friends?" he asks tentatively.

"Is me being gone making you insecure?" I ask.

He picks at fuzz on the blanket. "I don't know."

I've never seen him this way. "Your lips are the only ones that have been on my cock."

His brows pull. "And what about?—"

"I've only touched your cock." My dick stiffens. How did just talking about messing around with him get to me?

I don't know if he believes me, and we fall into silence.

"It's nice getting to talk to you." I try to make it not awkward but seem to make it more so.

"Is it?" he asks.

"You don't agree?"

"Do you miss me?" Colin doesn't answer my question.

"Why didn't you answer?"

He's silent again, and I hate it. "Why did you call?"

"Because I miss you." And a whole host of other insecure reasons.

"You're just saying that," he says in a rush.

"I'm not just saying it. I really do miss you."

He seems off, and I can't figure out why. Is he lying to me? "Are you happy?" he asks at length.

I give him a strange look. "Is anyone happy? What kind of question is that?"

"Yes, Owen, I think people are happy." He frowns. Dejected.

"Well, I wouldn't know what that's like. I'm not currently thinking about throwing myself off a building. I feel like that's pretty good."

"That should be the baseline." Colin sounds a little horrified. "Do you feel like that a lot?"

I roll the question around in my head. "Listen, I can't remember the last time I felt that way, but it's not unusual." In truth, I think the last time I felt that way was maybe before we started hanging out a lot. Should I tell him? Is it weird?

"What's that look for?" Colin asks.

"What look?"

"That one." He waves at my face. "You're like thinking about stuff and a lot of it goes through your expression. You smiled and then frowned. You got a kinda confused look for a second."

"Is my face that expressive?"

"Of course it is. Way more than Oliver's."

I never thought about it. But I hate looking in the mirror, so I tend to not look at my face ever. "Well, a lot went through my head. It's been a while since I thought about throwing myself off a building, which is good. And I don't feel numb. Which is different for me. So let's call that a win. If my therapist were here, he would tell me to put a smiley face on my mood board."

"Do you really keep a mood board?"

"No, much to my therapist's annoyance. I don't do my homework."

"You get homework in therapy?"

"Yeah. I thought all the therapists gave homework? It's fucking awful."

"Did you really think I'd have someone here?" Colin asks at length.

I half lift a shoulder. "I don't know."

"We have an agreement. I wouldn't do that to you. I don't want you to do it to me. And I know how important me not embarrassing you for nationals is."

I felt a little relief, even though he probably could hide it well if he wanted to. God knows I was going to be away. I have these camps until nationals next year.

"Why did you end up messaging me? Was it just to check?"

I make a face, and I feel it that time. "Oh, there it is. God! I do that all the time?"

Colin nods, laughing. "You do it all the time."

"Am I as bad as Isaac?"

Colin laughs harder. "No. Nowhere near as bad as Isaac. I promise. You just have an expressive face."

"I do not like that. That's going to make me fucking self-conscious."

"So if you weren't just messaging me, what is the real answer?"

"I was just thinking about you. I missed you."

He still didn't say it back. "Missed me how?" Colin asked carefully.

"I don't like being alone in the hotel room. It's nice living with you. So…" I break eye contact to look at my hands. "I don't like sleeping alone. I like that we eat together, and I don't know anyone here to do that."

"You know, we can talk more. I thought you were busy, not calling me on purpose."

"I am really busy during the day. But then I just come back to my hotel room and do nothing," I admit.

"Are you eating?" He's still clinical. I don't like it.

"Mostly. They have a dietitian here, and they're making me bulk. So I have to get all this fucking chicken and rice and broccoli."

Colin smiles. "At least you're getting your nutrients. Are you getting bigger?"

I shrug. "I'm not sure." I pan the camera down to my shirtless body.

Colin gasps. "You can't do stuff like that when I'm here and you're there."

"Do what?" I smile a little.

"Show me fucking how good you look. When you are all toned and pumped?"

I laugh him off. "I'm not that toned or pumped."

"Are you kidding me? Did you just do a bunch of pushups before you called me?"

"No." I like him looking, and I don't know how to articulate that.

"Now I'm hard."

"You're hard?" I ask. "Show me."

"You really want to see?" he asks coyly as he flips the camera around and grips himself through his tiny shorts.

"Show me," I demand.

Colin squirms, then pushes his shorts down to pull out his cock.

I groan. "God, you look good."

"Can I see yours? Please," he asks nicely.

"After you come for me."

Colin squeezes his cock, and then his camera flips back around to his face. His eyes wide. "You're serious, aren't you?"

"Of course I'm serious. Stroke yourself. I want to hear you come." I don't know what came over me.

He puts his camera back on his cock and puts on a show. His back arches, and his heels dig into the mattress, pushing his hips out. He fucks his cock in and out of his hand, panting.

I'm so fucking hard and touching myself. It's like live porn. I've never watched a guy jack off, but I'm into it. I don't know if it's because it's Colin that makes a difference, but suddenly I'm so turned on and jacking myself off.

"Like this?" Colin asks.

"Yes. Roll your hand. Grab your balls."

Colin adjusts, propping the phone somewhere so I can see all of him. He grabs his balls and then pulls his shirt up, tweaking his nipples. "Like this?"

"Yes, princess."

The name seems to pull something out of him. He loses himself to his movements.

"Come for me," I demand.

He does so on the spot. He shoots cum up his chest.

"Now show me yours," Colin says, still out of breath.

"No. First, wipe up your cum with your fingers."

He lifts a brow looking at the phone, but does what I ask.

"Put your fingers between your lips, suck it off."

Colin squirms and slips his fingers between his lips.

"Good boy." The words fly out of me.

Colin beams. He doesn't ask again. He waits patiently.

I flip the camera around to show him how hard I am.

"Were you hard when you called me?" Colin asks.

I shake my head. "No. You did this."

"I did that?" Colin is glowing.

"You did it. Watching you made me need to come. It's even better than porn."

"I'm better than porn?"

"Yes, you are, princess. You're so much better than porn. The noises you make." I groan. "The noises they make in porn seem so fake, but you—" I'm stroking myself, letting him watch.

"Can I watch you come?"

I hesitate. "Is that something you'd like?"

He nods, having picked up his phone to flip the camera back to his face. "Yes. I need it. Please, please, please show me."

I work my hand over my cock, and I'm silent for a minute.

"What are you thinking about?" Colin asks.

"You."

Surprise crinkles the corners of his eyes. "What about me?"

"How good you sounded. How good you felt before I left when we were frotting."

The smile on his face lights up the whole room. God, I just wanted to make him happy. Even if I wasn't hard after watching him, I'd want to let him watch me jack off just to get that smile.

"Fuck. I'm going to come." I'm close because I'd been stroking myself the whole time he was.

Colin nods, breath hitching.

I give over to my orgasm, letting him see it all.

The next morning, I wake to a photo. It's Colin dripping wet in the shower, hand on his cock with a message.

Husband: I'm still thinking about last night.

Fuck. I'm late, and don't have time to shower and get off.

Frotting King: I'm going to be hard all day thinking about that picture.

Colin replies quickly.

Husband: Good.

Husband: FaceTime later?