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Logan taps his fingers against his laptop as it boots up, trying to sort through his feelings.
Excited, definitely nervous. Longing to see Remus’ face again, even if it is still through a discord call and not actually face to face. It will be better than nothing, even if he’s wishing nearly desperately that Remus would physically be there with him.
Logan had never thought that a long distance relationship would bother him much but it turns out that after going to the same college and dating for nearly three years, sharing a dorm for two of those years, living hours apart is terribly lonely.
It has barely been two months since they graduated college and Remus had had to move back to his home state, living there until he could get a job in the same state as Logan and they could move back in together.
Things are looking up, definitely, Logan has got himself a job, one that pays pretty decently for someone who has just graduated only two months ago, and if they are lucky they will be living together in a couple of months.
It feels like an eternity away, but their frequent video calls and discord dates are helping.
What they are planning on doing now is not quite either of those, though.
Remus had been the one to, with much eyebrow wiggling and questionable use of emojis, suggest that they did not have to stop getting off together just because they were far apart.
There had never been much of an opportunity before, what with both of them having to move back home with their families, but finally this evening both of them have some privacy and Logan is sitting on his bed, quickly tapping the password into his laptop and opening up discord, hitting the video call button.
He has never done this before, although Remus has never been shy to send sexual text messages and nude photos of himself, and Logan has honestly expected them to get to this point sooner.
Masturbating alone is just not the same thing even with pretty pictures and detailed texts, and neither is this probably but it will still be better than being alone, and the anticipation of what is to come, and the amount of time his imagination has had to run wild already has him half hard even if he is nervous about it.
It feels like it is such a different thing to get off together by watching each other masturbate on a video call rather than physically being together, he feels more exposed, somehow, and Logan is not sure of the etiquette of it all.
Likely there is not one, but it did not stop him from wondering about silly small details like how he is supposed to be dressed. A t-shirt – one that is actually Remus’ – and a pair of underwear could hardly be the wrong answer but he is not sure what Remus is expecting, nor what to expect of him.
But he can definitely not say that answering Remus’ call and seeing him without a shred of clothing as soon as they connected surprises him but it does fluster him slightly because despite the familiar sight it is not familiar like this .
“Hey there, brainiac.” Remus says, grinning wide, the placement of his laptop on his bed and the angle of his webcam certainly capturing everything, and he is making no attempt to hide that he is already hard.
“At least I am not underdressed.” Logan says with a small chuckle, smiling, wondering how it could be possible that just the sight of his boyfriend made him happier than anything else.
“Overdressed, I'd say,” Remus tells him.
“Like what you see?” He adds, wiggling his eyebrows and letting a hand slowly slide down his own chest.
“Of course I do.” He says, sounding almost embarrassingly fond and Remus pauses for a mere moment before smiling and Logan misses him so bad, he wants Remus here with him right that moment, his hands on his body, but he can’t have that, so he’s pushing himself up on his knees and tugging his underwear down, sitting back down and clumsily pulling them away.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” Remus immediately says, staring into his screen as if he physically can not tear his eyes away, and Logan makes a move to take the t-shirt off too.
“No, keep it on,” Remus’ rushes out, fingers curling around his own dick, and Logan is pausing, letting go of the hem of the t-shirt and letting it fall back down, “you look stupidly fuckable in my clothes.”
Logan laughs, righting the shirt just slightly to make sure that it is not covering his cock, and he leans back, hands braced behind him as he’s spreading his legs. Remus’ picture is grainy, and yet Logan knows exactly just how dilated his pupils are, and his voice gives away his expression entirely even if for a moment Logan can practically count the pixels.
“Do I, now?” He says, relieved as the picture quality goes up by a lot, he can’t see enough of Remus, he wishes he will not have to eventually hang up and go to bed – alone.
“Lo, you better be wearing that shirt when we see each other again, gonna fuck you silly, absolutely wreck you,” he promises, stroking his dick as he speaks, “make you sound so prettily,” and Logan’s cock twitches.
“I am holding you to that.” Logan says, giving his own promise, and he can’t help touching himself, not when Remus is painting such pictures in his mind, and it really doesn’t feel so strange to masturbate in front of a camera, not when it is Remus that is watching, watching him with such an adoring smile that his own fondness for Remus nearly overwhelms him and, damn, being apart has made him a sap .
“You’re so-” Remus cuts himself off, shaking his head and it is not everyday that something renders Remus speechless, “can’t wait to get my hands on you again, I’m literally gonna touch and kiss every inch of you.”
Logan’s eyes slip shut, his mind – and memories – supplying him with a wonderful array of places Remus’ can put his mouth, and he wishes it was easier to pretend that it is Remus’ hand around his dick, wishes he could put his arms around him and feel the scratch of Remus’ mustache against his skin as he kisses his neck because god does Logan miss being kissed by him to a ridiculous amount.
He opens his eyes again, trying not to be disappointed at the sight of his laptop and comforting himself with the fact that Remus is very pretty and very naked and still very much jerking himself off even if he is far away, and he bites back a whine of how much he misses him and how badly he wishes that Remus was there with him.
“Want me to tell you what I’d do to you if you were in my bed right now?” Remus says, as if he can sense his longing and Logan is hastily nodding, concentrating on stroking himself slowly because it would be far too easy to finish already but he doesn’t want this to end just yet.
“Please.” He tells him and Remus grins, wide and wild, and does not hesitate.
“Thought so, you look so desperate to actually feel my hands on you, and if you were here and I could touch you I would already be knuckle deep in your ass, opening you up for my cock until you’re begging for it.” He says and Logan practically has to restrain himself not to moan just at the thought of it.
“Or maybe I’d have you on your knees fingering yourself for me, and have you fucking yourself on my dick until neither of us can stand it anymore and I flip us over and fuck you until you’re incoherent.” He adds, and he is definitely only supplying Logan with ideas what to ask for once they are no longer long distance.
“Or I’ll make you sit on my face and fuck you with my tongue.” He suggests, and Logan utters Remus’ name quietly and breathlessly, unsure if it’s a plea or a moan but what it is is desperate and Remus looks so utterly happy with himself.
“You’re so close, aren’t you?” He teases, looking like he might tip over the edge himself any second and that is such a good look on him, his boyfriend is so unbelievably handsome, which Logan is absolutely not biased about at all, if anyone disagrees they are simply wrong.
“Wanna be good for me, Lo, wanna show me how pretty you can be and come all over my shirt while I watch?” And Logan really does not need much more encouragement than that, groaning as he spills over his fingers and Remus’ t-shirt, hand working himself through his orgasm until the touch is too much.
Then he redirects his attention back to Remus who is swearing under his breath, eyes squeezed shut, and he leans his head back with a choked moan as he’s coming, and Logan can’t take his eyes off of him.
This was a good idea, one of Remus’ best, he decides, he has missed sex with Remus and this was definitely a step in the right direction but it was also such a clear reminder of the distance between them.
Logan wants nothing else than to kiss Remus right on the mouth and clean each other up before curling up close together, feel Remus’ strong arms around him, having the option to lie there with him and talk or simply fall asleep together.
But he can’t have that anymore, not yet, and he reaches for the tissues he put on his nightstand as preparation, wiping himself and the t-shirt clean the best he can because even if he is doing his own laundry he doesn’t want to risk anyone seeing it like this in his hamper.
He throws the tissues into the trash and finds himself a new pair of underwear, a pair that has no uncomfortable wet spot from his own precome, and he tugs the t-shirt off, leaving his dirty clothes in the hamper and wrapping a blanket around himself as he sits back down on his bed, watching Remus who has cleaned himself up and is sipping a glass of water.
“I love you,” he says quietly, “I really miss you.”
Remus puts his glass away, flopping down onto his bed with a sigh and a small smile.
“Love you too, Lolo. Can’t wait to move in together again, get to see your pretty face every day, just hang out together, wake up together…” And Remus must really miss him as badly as Logan does if he is that honest instead of just calling him a sap.
“Me neither.” Logan moves his laptop slightly to the side, laying down on his bed, blanket still around him and he watches as Remus rolls himself up in his bed covers and it is so incredibly unfair that he cannot lie down with him.
At least he supposes that they can fall asleep together like this, even if it is also not the same. It is quite late already and Logan’s family will not be back home until tomorrow so, why hang up?
Remus did not quite have the same luck, his parents likely coming back within the hour, but at least his parents knew he had a boyfriend, unlike Logan’s parents who were even blissfully unaware that he was queer.
“Hey,” Remus murmurs, “want me to tell you what I’d do to you if you were in my bed right now?”
“What would you do?” Logan wonders, refraining from pointing out that there’s about a seventy percent change that the answer has to do with trying to prompt another round.
“Kiss you. And wrap us up in blankets like a two ingredient burrito. And then I’d kiss you some more, play with your hair until you fall asleep.” He says and Logan huffs and shakes his head, tries to pretend that he wouldn’t pay ridiculous amounts of money for just that if he could.
“Are you trying to make me miss you even more?” He questions and Remus laughs.
“Fine, fine. Tell me about your day.”