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It had been a long day. A full cup of coffee was spilled on your blouse on the ferry to work, several pieces of equipment broke down at said work, and to top it all off it rained all the way from your house to your boyfriend’s afterward, drenching you and muddying your boots over the course of your short walk.
Usually, the boyfriend in question would have picked you up straight from the dock, taking you home in the warm, dry car whose interior you found yourself missing at the moment, but he was currently halfway across the country, doing what he loved with his best friends. You were happy for him, truly, but it was hard to feel that joy very strongly as a particularly fierce gust of wind nearly knocks you over, sending the chill that was already settling into your skin straight through to the bone. It’s several more minutes before you finally reach the door, cursing your choice to forego a cab to his place.
You practically moan as your numb fingers finally manage to get the key into its place, forcing the door open and letting yourself stumble into the warm home that you’d grown so fond of over the last year. Your relationship with Brian is still relatively new, and for the first time since you’d gotten together, he's gone on tour. The house feels oddly silent without the usual cacophony of video game sound effects and your boyfriend’s playful banter as you enter. The only thing you hear as you kick off your muddy boots is a set of bells jingling as the various cats stretch and make their way to the hall you stand in, curious as to who’s home and more importantly, where their food is.
“Hi, babies,” You greet them softly, kneeling down to let them sniff you out and determine whether or not they want anything to do with you tonight. Two out of three rub themselves against your legs, Benjamin letting out an expressive mewl as he shakes his tail, bringing a soft smile to your face. “Alright, c’mon guys, let's get you some food.” You say, leading a small parade of cats and nearly tripping over one of them as you make your way to the kitchen.
You’re in the middle of spooning some very pungent food onto a set of ceramic dishes when your phone begins to ring, the familiar tone you’d set specifically for Brian coming from your purse. The cats give you a number of disapproving yowls as you turn your attention away from their food, prompting you to coo at them quietly as you dig around in your seemingly bottomless purse. You manage to grasp your phone just before it stops ringing, rewarded for your efforts by the visual of your very shirtless boyfriend lying down in his hotel bed. Setting your phone down long enough to finish serving the cats their dinner, you hear him speak to somebody you can’t see. “I mean, look, you’re more than welcome to stay here, but I’m tellin’ you you’re gonna regret that decision here in about fifteen minutes.”
You grin softly at his words, and as you hear an exasperated “Oh, you guys are gross!” you know he’s talking to Sal, who apparently had the misfortune of sharing a room with Q tonight. A door off camera opens and shuts as, you presume, Sal leaves.
“Hey, where are you? I wanna see that face of yours.” You hear Brian once again from the speakers of your phone just as you set down the last plate for the cats.
A tired grin spreads across the face of your beloved as you scoop up the little device, leaning against the counter and letting your face come into view. “Hey, sorry, if I didn’t set down that last bit of food Chessie might’ve started gnawing on my ankle.” You explain, causing Brian to laugh softly, the sound undercut by a yawn.
“Yeah, she’s known for that,” He replies. The call is silent for a bit as you both take a moment to appreciate the sight of one another, still not quite used to being apart this long despite how routine these travels were for Q. “Did you just get in?” He asks, noting your hair that hadn’t gotten a chance to dry out yet.
You look down at yourself, having momentarily forgotten that you were still standing in wet, cold clothing that clung uncomfortably to your skin. “Yeah… I was a little late getting home from the city. Hence the hungry cats.” You say, smiling apologetically. As if reading his mind, you flip the camera so Brian can see his beloved pets, proving that you did, in fact, feed them. Eventually.
“Hey, don’t worry about it,” He says as you turn the camera back on yourself and make your way to his bedroom, eager to peel yourself out of your rain-soiled clothes before you head back to your own home. “I appreciate you taking care of them at all. Asking my neighbor to do it is a goddamn hassle.” He says, the tattoo decorating his bicep on full display as he rests his head on his arm.
“She did seem pretty happy to shirk the responsibility,” You explain, giggling and setting the phone down on his bed so you can dig through the drawer in his dresser that had been unofficially dedicated to holding your clothes in case you stayed over - which you often did.
Brian lets out another sound of protest as he’s left to look only at his bedroom ceiling. “C’mon, baby, I called to see you, not the view from my bed.”
“Just a sec, Bri, I wanna get changed into some dry clothes before I head back to my place.”
“So prop me up against the wall. It’s been a couple of days, I gotta see you.” His words bring a fond smile to your face as you do as he asks, glad to know you aren't the only one missing their partner.
After several moments of rummaging through the dresser, you manage to produce a pair of sweatpants, though you apparently neglected to restock any shirts when you last did your laundry. “Hmm… d’you mind if I borrow one of your shirts? I’m all out,” You say, looking up at the screen from your spot on the floor.
“Go for it. The fire department shirt is in the top drawer.” He says, a grin crossing your face as he tries and fails to act like he’s telling you this for your benefit. The both of you knew that he just loved seeing you in that particular shirt.
“Alright, you’re gonna have to look at the ceiling for a few minutes,” You explain, reaching for the phone.
“Why’s that?” Brian asks.
“I’m about to get changed.”
“And?”
You look at him with narrowed eyes, hearing the slight shift in his tone and expression. “Go ahead and change. It ain’t like I haven’t seen it up close before.” He says, making you sigh and shake your head with the slightest of smiles. “What?” He asks, “It’s been about fifteen minutes.”
At that you back away from the phone, leaving it in place as you toss the new clothes onto Brian’s bed. You go for the shirt first, still stained with this morning’s coffee, eager to rid yourself of the garment and the memories surrounding it. The sound of fabric rustling comes from your phone speaker, the man on the other end clearly settling in for the show in front of him. You start to pull the shirt up but he stops you with a gentle “ah, ah, ah,”
“Go a little slower for me.” He says, bringing a dusting of pink to your cheeks. You comply, starting to push the fabric up slowly, the rain making it cling to your damp skin as inch by inch of your torso is revealed to Brian’s hungry eyes. “That’s it. Just like that, baby girl.” When your soaked shirt hits Brian’s floor he lets out an appreciative - if slightly over-animated - whistle of approval.
The slacks are next, so you turn to give your boyfriend ample opportunity to leer at your ass as you struggle to peel the fabric over the curved flesh and back down your thighs. Thighs which, on most other days, would probably be painted in a constellation of lovebites and bruises. You hear your one-man audience let out a content sigh, but he still stops you when you reach for the change of clothes. “Hold on just a sec. Take your bra off, too. Leave the panties.”
“Babe, I’m not taking a cab home with no bra this late at night.” You say, fighting through the blush that you feel steadily creeping up to your ears at the authoritative tone he’s fallen back into so easily.
He seems entirely matter-of-fact when he replies, “Alright, so don’t take a cab home. Nobody’s making you leave but yourself, honey.”
This gave you pause. In all the time you’d been together, you hadn’t spent too much of it at Brian’s place without him there as well, certainly not an entire night. Something about it seemed oddly intimate, like sleeping in a hotel room you didn’t have a key to. You can’t pretend like the thought hasn’t crossed your mind, though. It had only been a couple of weeks, but you missed your lover something awful, and on more than one occasion you’d passed his bedroom and considered getting yourself comfortable underneath his blankets, surrounded by his familiar scent if not by the man himself.
“Yeah, okay. If you’re sure.” You say, a look of hesitance still marring your features.
“I’m sure. Now kindly pop that bra off, would you?”
So you do. You take your time, knowing your man to be a fan of slow and steady, putting on a show as you start to bring the straps down your arms. One hand holds your bra in place as the other reaches behind you, undoing the clasp with a practiced ease that still fascinates Brian to this day. Finally, you let the item fall away entirely, unable to look at the screen and the no doubt wolfish reaction on your boyfriend’s face as your breasts are put on full display. Despite the warmth of the house, you still haven’t fully dried off from the downpour, and the slight breeze that caresses your wet skin brings your body to a shiver and your nipples to a peak.
Still, the commands are far from over. “Come a little closer, I want a better view.” You do as he asks, your arms tucked obediently behind your back as you come close enough that your chest is the only thing on camera. It’s several moments before any noise is made, but the look on Brian’s face says more than his lips ever could. He’s borderline mesmerized, wishing he could see you in person but thankful he’s seeing you - and everything attached - at all. “Alright, you can put the shirt on now.” He finally says, granting you respite from the chilly room if only for your upper body. “Don’t get too comfortable, though. I dunno how long it’s gonna last.”
Not quite registering the last part, you gather the shirt from the bed, taking a moment to appreciate the smoky scent that still clung to the fabric, the only remnant of the man on the other side of the country. You pull it over your head eventually, and considering its owner’s nearly six-foot stature, it falls to your thighs, almost covering the curve of your ass. Almost. You go to retrieve the sweatpants you had planned to wear home, only to be met by Brian clearing his throat and raising an eyebrow at you. “I don’t think I said anything about pants. Leave ‘em.” He demands, the slightest edge to his voice now that things are starting to progress. “Go ahead and get in bed. Stay above the covers, though.” You comply, phone in hand as you crawl into the comfort of your lover’s bed. You settle back against the plentiful, nearly excessive mass of pillows, thinking vacantly of the last time the two of you shared it right before he left. Needless to say, the sheets required changing afterward. “Alright, baby, get comfortable. Take a few seconds, then I want you to start touching yourself.”
“I- what?” You ask, almost incredulous. Now that you think about it, it seemed like the obvious progression of events, but you still don’t see it coming. You’d never done anything over the phone before, certainly not over video chat, but the look on Brian’s face leaves no room for debate.
“C’mon, doll, you know I don’t like repeating myself. Do what I tell you,” He begins, eyes almost looking a shade darker as he continues, “like a good girl. Yeah?”
That’s it for you. Molded fully into the submissive role you took up so well when he was around, you angle the camera a bit lower. Your hand starts to slip beneath the lacy waistband of your underwear, but Brian stops you yet again. “Over the panties for now. I just want you to tease yourself.” So you do, letting your hand trail downward, spreading your legs and tracing light circles over your hidden clit. The friction is enough to elicit a breathy sigh from your lips, the arousal that had already started to accumulate when your boyfriend first started giving orders darkening the fabric underneath your fingertips. “Already a little excited, are we?” He asks, a grin on his face as you look down at the wet spot discoloring the blush pink fabric that preserves what little illusion of modesty you have left.
You give a simple shrug, moving your fingers down to probe slightly at your hole through your panties before bringing them up, adding a little more pressure as you notice Brian’s own hand disappearing off camera, his shoulder starting to shift rhythmically. “Are you touching yourself too?” You ask, teeth sinking into the plush skin of your lower lip.
He gives a nod and a sly grin, leaning back against his own pillows. “You wanna see, baby girl? All you gotta do is ask nicely.”
You swallow whatever meager amount of pride you have left, giving your best puppy eyes as you say, “Can I watch you touch yourself?” When he raises his eyebrow and doesn’t move the camera down, you let out a soft sigh and finish your sentence. “Please?”
“Well, of course.” He says, amusement clear in his voice as he moves his camera down to give you the view you asked for. The sight of his pale chest and soft stomach elicit a pang of longing for a second, a small pout forming on your lips as you find yourself missing the feeling of his body pressed against yours as you sleep, but its replaced by another emotion entirely as you’re treated to the visual of his hand palming the steadily growing tent in his boxers, the trail of hair that leads from his belly button and disappears into the fabric almost mocking you.
The hand toying with your clit picks up its pace, a fact that doesn’t escape Brian’s hyperfocused attention. He allows you a few more moments of glorious torture before finally granting permission for you to touch yourself directly. Your hand sinks into your panties so fast he almost misses the movement, a sigh of relief leaving your lips as you bring your finger from your slick cunt back to your aching clit, spreading the wetness and dropping your head back into the pillows. “Not too fast, now, I still just want you teasing.” He says, wrapping a hand around himself over his boxers now that his cock stood erect enough for him to do so. Though he’s clearly straining against the fabric of his clothes, he doesn’t give you the satisfaction of seeing him just yet.
True to his word, Brian waits until your hips are starting to buck off the bed in frustration before he finally grants permission to play with yourself in earnest. “Go ahead and lose the panties, too.” He says, voice growing husky as he struggles to maintain his own composure when your heat is revealed to him, glistening with arousal as you part your lower lips with your fingers. He watches passively for a few more minutes before the games start to become too much for him, too, camera shaking as he lifts his hips to pull down his boxers. Much to your chagrin, he’s moved the camera back to show just his face, clearly meaning for you to ask again if you want to see the whole picture.
“Brian,” You whine softly, dropping your head back against the pillows in exasperation.
You watch with a pout as he huffs out a chuckle, brows knit as he gets a tighter grip on himself. “Mmm, yeah, baby? You need something?” He asks, making a show of the groan he lets out. “Need you to use your words, honey.”
“I- please let me watch, I wanna see your cock so bad. It’s been so long,” Dignity long forgotten, you allow yourself a breathy moan as he brings his erection into view, standing proud with his hand at the base. It’s nice to see he’s enjoying himself as well, tip pink and weeping with precum.
“Go ahead and start fucking yourself for me, ‘kay?” You can tell from the strain in his voice that he’s getting there, a heat growing in his stomach, not unlike your own. All too happy to follow his directions, you adjust yourself, struggling to hold your camera steady as you move your thumb to your clit and are met with no resistance as you slip two fingers inside of yourself. “Think you can cum soon, baby?” He asks.
The chuckle that slips out is in spite of yourself, your entire body brimming with electricity as you struggle to keep yourself from tipping over the edge. “Just waiting on- fuck- on you,”
Brian gives you a breathless chuckle of his own, the hand on his cock speeding up slightly as he works himself closer to his own peak. “Pull that shirt up for me.” He says, and the groan that comes from the back of his throat when he sees his own shirt pushed up over your breasts is borderline pornographic.
He’s nearly there, you can tell, the control over his pace and volume quickly falling away. All he needs is the slightest push, which you grant him in the form of a whimper and a breathy little “Please, sir,”
“Fuck.” he groans, drawing the word out as he watches your fingers disappear inside yourself. “Alright, baby, cum for me. Let it all go,” He grunts, and you don’t need to be told twice.
You curl your fingers, the tips dragging over the patch of nerves. Every neuron in your brain seems to fire at once, back arching off the bed as white heat brings a shattered moan to your lips and a wave of arousal to your hand. Brian watches your undoing with rapt attention, fist working overtime until he lets out a groan of his own, making a mess of his hand, stomach, and a little bit of his bedding. “Fuck!” He nearly shouts, your heads falling back in near unison a couple thousand miles apart.
It’s several moments until somebody speaks, your phone having fallen to your side somewhere in the aftermath. “Hey, baby?” Brian says, still a little breathless.
“Mm?”
“Can you move?”
“Mhm.”
“Alright, do me a favor and head into the en suite. Let’s both clean up a little.”
It’s with much hesitation that you finally bring yourself out of the comfort of the bed, limbs heavy and legs wobbly as you make your way to the bathroom. When the two of you make your way to your respective beds, you doubt either of you will be able to stay awake much longer.
“M’gonna borrow some of your boxers too, kay?” You say more than ask, already pulling a pair from the dresser and up your legs before he can respond.
The tired grin he gives you manages to make your heart flutter more than the filth from a few moments before. “Borrow my whole wardrobe, why don’t you?”
“Don’t tempt me.”