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It’s bad. It is absolutely horrendous how worked up Mark is just from hearing Johnny’s voice through the phone. He could tell the man is tired, the way his tone dips into a deeper intonation as he spoke about his day. Mark hasn't seen Johnny in over a week as he’s staying in Canada for the rest of his summer break. Initially, Johnny had teased him about not seeing each other for three weeks and if he could handle it and Mark had retorted with ‘Of course! I’m not clingy. I’ll be just fine without you!’
He had declared that with an upturned nose and arms crossed like a stubborn child but Johnny just chuckled and ruffled his hair before leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek as he wished him a safe trip. Mark had wished Johnny was more affected by the fact that they won’t see each other for three weeks and even when Mark returns from Canada, his fall semester begins meaning even less time together.
There was no more staying over at Johnny’s apartment until god knows what hour. No more waking up in Johnny’s bed and cuddling into the warm duvet as the older man stroked his hair. No more taking shared showers that turned into sloppy make outs and quick blow jobs under the steady stream of water.
Ok. Maybe he is a bit clingy.
And now Mark is sitting on his bed in his old childhood room, head against the pillows as he listens to Johnny over the phone and feeling a bit sad that he’s halfway across the world. It’s only been a week, but he misses being with the man and just hearing Johnny speak so casually about how a stray cat that he passed by in the morning reminded him of Mark has his heart clenching.
“You know, the cat is the same color as your hair. Really soft too,” Johnny says with a happy little hum.
“Sounds like you much rather have the cat than me,” Mark mutters.
“Well, it does listen to me until like somebody.” The emphasis on the ‘somebody’ has Mark rolling his eyes because rude!
Mark huffs in response and he can hear Johnny chuckling from the other end. He checks their call time and it's been over an hour of them mindlessly talking about anything and nothing. Mark told him about his time in Canada, about how nice it is to finally get his hands on some Timbits and be able to see his family and friends after so long.
It’s all nice and fun, but he hasn’t been away from Johnny for quite this long and he can’t help it when he sighs, “I miss you though” into the phone. The other end goes quiet for a second and Mark scrunches his eyebrows and looks at his phone to make sure their call didn’t end, but Johnny replies with a, “God, I miss you too baby,” all deep and gravely and Mark’s stomach stirs.
“I wish you were here,” Mark says as he turns in his bed, his knees curled to his chest.
“You know, I’ve never been to Canada before. Let’s visit together someday,” Johnny hums and Mark smiles to himself. He likes it when Johnny makes plans for them, the way the older man thinks about their future and how they will spend it. It makes Mark feel secure and happy to know that Johnny has them on his mind as much as Mark does.
Mark used to be quite nervous when they first started their relationship. Dating an older man, who is also your college professor, wasn’t the most ideal situation to be in. The amount of times they were almost caught being intimate on campus even though they have made sure that no one was around was too close for comfort. It made Mark anxious and the more anxious he got, the more he distanced himself. But Johnny always noticed when something wasn’t right and he is always the first one to address whatever Mark was going through.
There’s always ups and downs to any relationship and the two of them have gone through it all which makes Mark think that they can overcome anything. Yet right now with Mark on the other side of the world having to just listen to Johnny speak over the phone is kind of killing him. He misses the other man’s touch, the warmth of his body, the way Johnny would always run his fingers through Mark’s hair as they sat together on Johnny’s worn out couch.
Mark can’t believe it’s been only a week of them being apart and it’s making him very needy.
Huh.
He must have made a noise because Johnny stops talking and asks what’s wrong.
“Nothing. Nothing. But yeah, we should definitely come back together,” Mark replies.
“You can show me all your favorite places.”
“Mmm. That’ll be fun,” Mark hums at the thought of showing Johnny around his hometown and hides his growing smile into his pillow like a shy high schooler who managed to score a date with their crush.
“But the first place I want to visit is your bedroom,” Johnny says in a suggestive manner that has Mark squawking into the mattress with nervous laughter as his ears heat up.
“W-Why! Don’t be weird!” Mark stutters. His old bedroom is filled with random things that he brought or convinced his parents to buy for him. Old school hip hop CDs stacked in the corner of the room since he didn’t have proper shelving for it. Posters of bands that he used to listen to and if he were to take it off, the paint on the walls would come off with it so he opted for it to just stay up. His gaming console that he had begged his parents for back in middle school is sitting collecting dust on one of the cabinets. He even spots his old gym uniform peeking from his closet that he should have thrown out long ago and the shorts are too comfortable to actually discard.
And it really makes Mark wonder why Johnny would even want to step into Mark’s prepubescent room that is filled with nothing but embarrassing memories. Why would the grown man bother with his younger lover’s insignificant bedroom. The more he thinks about it, the more his brain conjures an image of Johnny standing in his small room, making him look even bigger than he is. He imagines him walking around his room, taking in every little detail and storing it for later because that is something Johnny likes doing; bringing up random things just to tease Mark.
And now the thought of Johnny being in his childhood bedroom turns into a whole other direction. Johnny sitting on his bed, the scent of his cologne seeping into his duvet and it makes Mark shiver because oh to have Johnny in his bed. God, he would be straddling the man’s thighs as he pushes Johnny’s hair out of his face when he leans in to lick into his mouth. He wants Johnny to lay him down on his worn navy bedspread and hold him close until there is no more space left between them.
Mark wants the older man to take him apart as unrestrained as possible, make him feel it for the next week and maybe longer before he puts him back together. All within his childhood bedroom where he grew up. Is he messed up for feeling this way?
Mark just knows that is what he wants.
The silence on his end makes it evident that he was lost in his own thoughts and Johnny laughs, loud and rich, as he dismisses his comment from earlier.
“What are you thinking about, hm?” Johnny says, his tone light but Mark can tell he’s smirking on the other side of the phone.
“N-Nothing,” Mark brushes it off and hopes Johnny doesn’t linger on it too much. But of course, nothing works in his favour when Johnny continues, “That was a long pause. Tell me baby, were you thinking about something naughty?”
Mark swallows the lump in his throat because he doesn’t want to admit that yes he most certainly is thinking about something naughty. He really can’t help it, he has an active imagination and it makes him crave for the man that isn’t here with him.
When Mark doesn’t answer back, Johnny takes this chance to rile the younger boy up. “Come on, tell me what you want. Did you think about me this past week?”
“Of course I did. I miss you,” Mark says once more.
“But did you think about me while you were in bed? Because I know I did. I miss having you in my arms, in my bed,” a pause, “on my cock.”
Mark chokes on his saliva.
That doesn’t stop Johnny though as he carries on, “I miss your warmth. Always so sweet and tight for me. So good.”
The heat blossoms deep within Mark’s stomach that he could feel it traveling up his body to his neck. Just a few words and he’s already feeling himself harden in his shorts. If Johnny was here, the man would be teasing him about how quick his body reacts to him.
“Miss running my hands all over you. Making you tremble with just my fingers. I know how much you’d love that,” Johnny croons into the phone.
Mark whines as he clenches his thighs together, trying to ease his growing erection but to no avail. His skin prickles from the heat and he’s itching to shove his hand down his boxers to relieve the ache. But he knows it won’t be enough because it’s not Johnny. It’s not Johnny touching him and making him feel good and he groans out, frustrated.
“You would make such pretty noises for me, won’t you baby?” the man coos and Mark nods as if the other could see him. Oh, how he wishes Johnny was here to see him, to see how much his body craves for the other’s touch. He rubs his forehead against his pillows in exasperation and lets out a soft groan.
“Answer me, Markie. I can’t hear you if you don’t speak.” Johnny’s voice changes to the tone he uses when he’s giving a lecture, stern and precise, and it makes Mark shiver from anticipation.
“Yeah, I would do anything,” Mark sighs, all breathy and sweet. Even though he is insufferable at times, Johnny has a way of making Mark pliant with just a few words.
“Anything?” Johnny muses and Mark can only imagine the smirk that is on the man’s face right now. “Then why don’t you touch yourself for me?”
Mark gulps. They’ve never done this before and it feels a little weird to touch himself while just listening to Johnny’s voice, but he guess that’s the thrill of it all. Being alone in his childhood bedroom with the lights off and his heart thumping wildly in his chest.
He pushes his shorts down with one hand until it pools to his ankles and sneaks a hand underneath his boxers to palm at his dick. He feels like he’s back in high school all over again, secretly touching himself under the covers of his blanket at night as he thought about the cute boy in his math class.
But he’s not in high school anymore and the cute boy is now actually his college professor whispering all the dirty things he wants to do to Mark. His younger self would have been absolutely scandalized to know that he’s sleeping with his professor.
“Are you touching yourself, Mark?” Johnny’s voice cuts through his thoughts.
“Y-Yeah,” Mark mutters in return. He has his right hand curled around the base of his dick, giving himself slow strokes. He works himself up to full hardness as he tries to mimic the way Johnny would jerk him off with teasing twists of his hand and a thumb rubbing at the tip. He lets out a shuddery sigh, lips parting as he shuts his eyes to conjure up an image of Johnny.
Mark hears the distinct sound of a zipper being pulled down accompanied with some shuffling on the other end of the line. He can only wonder how Johnny is touching himself right now. Mark wishes he can see the way Johnny’s big hand is wrapped around his equally big cock. He wants to watch as Johnny fucks up into his fist imaging it’s Mark sweet mouth or tight little hole. The thought has him moaning into the phone as he tightens his grip.
“God, I want to be there right now and watch you jerk off your cute little cock for me,” Johnny groans through the phone. “Do you wanna know what I would do to you after you make yourself cum?”
“T-Tell me,” Mark says encouragingly as he cants his hips up into his enclosed fist.
“Gonna fuck you on your desk,” Johnny replies, his voice laced with desire.
“Oh,” Mark breathes out, a shiver going down his back. His messy table where he used to do his schoolwork, play MapleStory on the PC until late into the night, or just scribble on the worn out wood when he was bored. He envisions Johnny shoving aside everything on the desk just to make room for them.
“Yeah,” Johnny says. “Gonna pick you up, put you on the edge of the table, throw your legs over my shoulders, and fuck you stupid.”
Mark gasps, wet and needy. He loves it when Johnny runs his mouth like this.
“K-Keep going,” Mark whispers into the phone. He’s desperately stroking his cock up and down, bucking his hips up like he can’t get enough. And it isn’t enough. Not at all. He needs Johnny to keep talking, to spill all the filthy fantasies that he wants to do to Mark but never got the chance to.
“Or do you want me to bend you over your bed?” Johnny asks. “Grab your tiny waist and pull you back on my cock? You would like that, wouldn’t you? I sure fucking do. Love fucking you from behind.”
“Fuck,” Mark groans, a bit too loudly. “I do. I do like it.”
“Love watching my dick slide into you, the way it stretches you open,” Johnny says, his voice getting deeper and shaky.
Mark’s phone falls free from his hands, his palms sweaty from arousal. He didn’t pick it up, however; opting to just turn on the speaker and let Johnny’s voice pour into his room. Now that his other hand is free, he doesn’t waste time to reach down and fist his cock with both hands. He can hear wet jerking noises from the other end of the line, the tell-tale sign of the man also pleasuring himself.
“I would deliberately go slow just to hear you beg for me. Want you to beg for my cock because you sound so pretty when you do,” Johnny breathes into the phone. “Do it. Beg for it.”
Mark doesn’t waste a second as he moans out, “Please. Please. Want your cock in me so fucking bad. Wish you were here to fill me up. Ah.”
Johnny chokes on a groan as he says, “You sound far, baby. Did you put me on speaker?”
“Y-Yeah.”
“Naughty little boy. What if your parents hear?” Johnny asks.
Mark’s eyes widened from the sudden realization that he had almost forgotten where he was. His parents’ bedroom is a couple of feet away from his and even though they’re probably still asleep, he’s suddenly terrified that they will hear the salacious conversation that he’s having with his older lover.
But Johnny doesn’t seem to care as he continues. “What if they find out their precious boy is actually a whore for his professor, hm? Their little Markie just loves sitting on his teacher’s cock.”
“Johnny!” Mark wheezes, face burning at Johnny’s words. But it doesn’t deter his arousal; in some sick way, it heightens the heated feeling in his stomach. He’s pulling his cock faster and faster at the thought of being exposed.
“Shhh, baby. Don’t want them to hear you, right?” Johnny mocks. “Hear what a pathetic little slut you are for me. God. I want to touch you so bad. Miss those cute perky nipples of yours. Your slim waist and long legs. That tight perfect ass.”
Mark whimpers, he feels so strung up on endorphins firing in his brain that all he can do is keen and moan into his pillow. He wants more. He needs more. And it truly upsets him that Johnny isn’t here to take care of him. Johnny is currently a voice through the phone; miles away from him and it really sucks.
He lets out an exasperated sigh that was a bit too loud now that he was made aware of his surroundings, so he quickly slaps a hand over his mouth. The next breath Mark lets out is shuddery, his tongue trailing his parted lips as he runs his palm over the slick head of his cock.
“Put your fingers in your mouth.”
“Huh?”
“If you don’t want to be loud, put your fingers in your mouth.” It’s a simple command, but the thrill lit up in Mark like a flame being ignited and in an instant, he’s sucking on two fingers, getting them sloppy and wet as he continues to fist his cock helplessly.
“Come on, get them deeper. I know you can,” Johnny says.
With a muffled moan, Mark pushes his finger back until he’s gagging on them.
“Fuck,” Johnny groans. “That’s right. Fuck your mouth for me. God. My dick is so fucking hard for you. Wish you were choking on my cock right now.”
Mark inhales hard through his nose, eyes fluttering shut as he grips the base of his dick to make sure he doesn’t end this too early. He works his tongue over the fingers in his mouth, pulling his fingers out then pushing them back in to mimic a thrusting motion.
“Want you to work those sloppy fingers in your ass until you come all over yourself. Can you do that for me, Mark?”
“Shit. Yes yes yes,” Mark whines as he pulls his positively dripping wet fingers from his mouth and guides them down to his spread legs. He rubs at his own soft entrance first, feeling the fluttering hole give with a few tentative pushes before he finally dips an index finger inside.
He bites back a cry as his body jolts from the intrusion. He hasn’t fingered himself in quite awhile, as he prefers Johnny to do so. Johnny with his long and thick fingers that are able to hit all the good spots inside him and can get him undone in record speed. His own fingers are lacking, but he has to make due with what is available to him at the moment.
“Are you fucking yourself? Tell me, sweetheart, are you making yourself feel good?” Johnny asks, husky and slightly wrecked.
“Y-Yeah. Got a finger in. Wish it was you though,” Mark groans. He pushes the said finger in deeper, touching on his heated walls.
“I promise when you get back, I’ll fuck you until my cock is all you can think about. But for now, put another finger in for me, sweetheart.”
Mark pulls out the finger that’s inside him before plunging back with two, his other hand working furiously over his cock. He does his best to angle his fingers in deep, stroking against his velvety soft walls as he desperately searches for his prostate.
He’s writhing in his bed, the way he has worked up a sweat that even his bedsheets were damp. He eagerly fucks himself on his fingers, his aching hole clenching tight around his digits. He barely brushes against his prostate and he keens, his body twitching which causes him to lose the angle and he grunts in frustration.
“You can do it, baby. My sweet angel. Make yourself cum.”
Mark brings his knees to his chest as he pushes a third finger in and winces at the stretch. It burns with the lack of lube, but he’s too horny to care and the friction is helping. His arm is getting sore in this position, yet the need to cum outweighs his aching muscles and continues to thrust his finger in and out of his asshole over and over until his toes curl.
He tries to control the volume of his noises, but it’s quite difficult when he’s so close. He’s letting out ragged pants into the air as he fucks his fingers in as deep as he can. The dirty squelching sounds coming from his own relentless finger fucking makes his ears burn, but it also spurs him on.
“You sound so fucking wet, Mark. C’mon, cum for me. Make yourself dirty for me.”
Mark has to bite down on his bottom lip to stop the shout bubbling in his throat. With one precise twist of his wrist around his cockhead and a harsh thrust in his hole, he’s splashing all over his hand, his stomach, and the sheets beneath him. He chokes on his gasps and strangled cries as his whole body shudders through the orgasm.
The aftershock wracks his body as he takes in sharp breaths. He glances down at himself and takes in the white streaks that paint his torso. Some of the cum that has leaked onto his bedsheets will most definitely stain if he doesn’t strip it off and clean it soon, but he’s too fucked out to move.
With a shaky hand, he reaches out to grab his phone and opens the camera app to snap a few pictures of the drying cum his stomach with his soft cock in view. He also holds his legs apart to take a few of his loose hole before sending it all to Johnny. The sharp intake of breath that comes a few seconds later indicates that the man received the images.
“Fucking hell. Look at how much you came, baby boy. How pretty, ah shit! Made that hole of yours nice and loose. Shit, I’m gonna … cum,” Johnny voice hitches, his words melts into a drawn out moan as Mark listens intently to his boyfriend reach his orgasm.
“Ah fuck. You’re too good to me,” Johnny sighs into the phone.
Mark giggles, “I know.”
“Shit. Got cum on the proposal I was working on. Definitely can’t hand this in now,” Johnny mutters in dismay.
“Well, I’ve got to explain to my parents why I’m sleeping with no bed sheets so I guess we’re both fucked,” Mark huffs.
He hears Johnny sniffle his laughter before saying, “But it was fun right? I hope I didn’t catch you off guard. Glad you were down for it though.”
Mark hums, “Yeah, I liked it. A lot. It doesn’t change the fact that I wish you were here. It would have felt even better.”
“I know, but I promise I’ll go with you next time. Just the two of us.” And when Johnny promises something, Mark knows it will happen because he is a man of his words.
“And do you promise to do all the things you said you’d do to me?” Mark asks coyly.
“Oh, you can bet on it,” Johnny replies with certainty.
“Great. Now, I’m gonna clean myself up before my mom walks in on me and I die of embarrassment and you’ll never see me again.”
Johnny chuckles, “Dramatic.”
“Talk to you soon?”
“Of course, love.”