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The clock ticked five minutes til six. Chris hurried to turn on the dishwasher. He was going to be late, shit! The conference should have concluded for the day which meant Leon would be in his room. Chris wiped his hands on a towel and pulled out his phone. He flipped through his contacts until he found Leon and hit Call.
It had been three days since Leon left for New York, and Chris felt lonely in the apartment. They did this sort of thing regularly, but he never could get used to the quiet. Once, a long time ago, he liked the solitude, but along the years he started to crave people. Especially after a mission.
The call connected and a breathy voice filled his ear. “He-hello? Chris?”
Chris’s brows rose, and he dropped onto the sofa. “Hey, yeah, it’s me. You okay, Leon? You sound out of breath?”
Another noise echoed through the speaker. It sounded a lot like a moan. “Yeah.” Leon paused, and Chris heard something shuffle. “I was thinking about you actually. Must be fate, right?” His voice pitched again.
Oh, Chris had a very good idea what Leon had been thinking about. He smiled and wriggled against the sofa cushions, kicking up a foot on the coffee table. “Yeah? Did I interrupt?”
Leon chuckled and there was a wet sound. “No, but you certainly can improve it. If you’re up to the task, Captain?”
Oh, he was certainly up to task. Funny how they could go zero to sixty like that. He adjusted his grip on the phone, eyes hooding when Leon’s breath hitched again. A fantasy played in Chris’s head; Leon laid out on the hotel bed, hand around himself, panting Chris’s name. Maybe it was fate? Or just good timing.
“Alright.” Chris canted his hips. “Bet you look pretty on your back. Gonna ruin those nice sheets, Kennedy.”
“Mmm, government paid for sheets. S’fine.” Leon let out a hiss.
Chris chuckled. “Making the tax payers have to deal with you being horny?”
Leon sighed. “They owe us. Chris?”
“Yeah?” Chris rubbed his hand against his stomach, peeling back his shirt. He imagined Leon touching his chest.
“No work oriented dirty talk? Not what I’m looking for right now. Just want my boyfriend in my ear.” The line crackled.
Chris laughed. “You started it by calling me captain, but alright. How hard are you right now?”
“Very.” He could practically hear Leon writhe. “Wish you’d called a little earlier.”
“I was doing the dishes.” It sounded so stupidly domestic. He kinda loved it. “Better slow down if you’re ready to pop. I’ve not even gotten started, Kennedy.”
“You always did show up late.” Leon groaned.
“Mmm, what I wouldn’t give to suck you off right now.” Chris’s grin spread when he heard Leon whimper. “You want that, huh? My mouth on your cock.” He slipped his hand down to the hem of his jeans. “Or maybe I’ll jack you off? Could fuck your thighs while I do it, too.”
Leon whined, “Chris!”
Chris settled his hand over the front of his jeans and kneaded his fingers against the bulge. He swallowed and imagined running his hands over Leon’s sides, over his chest. Both of them tangled in the sheets, sweaty, aching.
“Bet you’d taste amazing right now.” Chris closed his eyes and tilted his head against the cushions. The phantom taste of salt pressed against his tongue at the thought of licking sweat from Leon’s neck. “Fuck.”
Leon moaned, “Wish you were here.”
Chris murmured, “Me too. What are you doing, Leon?”
Leon let out a huff. “Was smart enough to get my headset, so… remember that toy you bought that time you went to France?”
Chris cracked an eye open. “Yeah, it had ridges. I’ve not seen it in weeks.”
The little noise that rolled out of Leon sounded like pure sin. “I kinda stole it. It’s in my ass, and I’ve been riding it since you started talking.”
The image of Leon bouncing on the toy floored Chris. All he could see was the dark green dildo disappearing into Leon and him panting Chris’s name. The idea of pretty lashes fluttering over lust clouded eyes filled his head, and Chris struggled to open his jeans.
“Fuck, Leon. I’m going to have to do something about your stealing when you get home.” Chris reached for the lube in the end table drawer. Maybe they kept this stuff in too many places. There was prepared and there was... this. “How’s it feel?”
“So fucking good, but it’s not as big as you.” Leon whimpered at the end, and now Chris could really hear the breathlessness in his voice.
“Mmm, they never compare, no.” Chris stroked himself.
Leon let out a soft chuckle that went straight to Chris’s cock. He loved hearing Leon laugh. “Dirty bastard. Are you jacking off in the living room?”
“Yeah. Didn’t think I’d need to call you from bed, Kennedy.” Chris squeezed himself, rolling his hips into his hand. “Feels nice, but wish it was you on my lap instead.”
“Better not have your feet on the coffee table.” Leon shifted, and Chris heard his breath pick up. “Ah, ah… fuck. Have we done it on the couch?”
“Mmm, don’t remember. Should refresh my memory when you come home.” Chris bit his lip.
“Yeah.” Leon’s voice dissolved into sharp moans.
The noise spurred Chris on, and he added his own as he picked up the pace to match Leon. His eyes squeezed shut, and he imagined Leon riding him, begging him. It helped when Leon did start begging.
Chris gripped the phone so tightly to his ear he heard the plastic creak. His hips jerked into his hand with every noise that left Leon. He was close, right there.
“Ah, Chris!” There was the sound of someone collapsing, muffled noises, and then Leon panting for breath. “Chris...”
Chris rolled his hips forward a few more times and grabbed a tissue from the table to press to his head. He grunted as he finished.
“Shit… fuck.” He dropped back against the cushions and tried to get his body to obey him. It took a minute, and Leon had gone quiet. “You okay, Kennedy?”
“Ye-yeah.” Leon shuffled on the line, and Chris heard water running. “Yeah. That was… that was good. Thanks.”
It would have been better in person, but Chris would accept the praise. “Welcome.”
The water turned off and Leon yawned. “Mmm, I wanna come home tomorrow so we can do that to the couch.”
The sentiment was mutual, and Chris peeled the tissue off of his cock, balling it up. “Bet these next two days will fly by, Leon.”
“They better.” Leon yawned again and the mattress squeaked. “Right, should get some sleep. Hunnigan has me doing some early morning talk.”
Chris shifted and wished they could snuggle. “Definitely need your beauty sleep then. Night, Leon.”
Leon muttered a goodnight and a soft “love you” before they hung up. Chris stood up and wandered down the hall toward the bathroom to clean himself off.
He missed Leon’s voice already.