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“Paddy, it’s not even two weeks, you won’t even notice it.”
“Oh I will,” Paddy tells him, kissing along his back, “I will notice every minute.”
“Mmm,” Eoin replies intelligently, preoccupied with the way Paddy is touching him. He is going home to Belfast for ten days to celebrate both his brother’s and his ma’s birthday, using the summer bank holiday to earn himself an unlikely stretch of time off. Eoin feels lucky to have been granted the holiday. Paddy is not so impressed. “And I have told you that you could come with me.”
He did. In fact, Eoin had suggested it would be a great opportunity to meet his family and Paddy had told him it was not the right time and it had turned into something of an argument between them for a while.
“And I told you that your mother will not like me,” Paddy responded, summarising the core of their dispute.
“Let’s not mention my mother right now,” Eoin says, rolling over to kiss Paddy and distract him from the conversation.
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When Paddy picks up the phone, Eoin can’t help his smile. “Hello, pet,” he says, dropping onto his childhood bed. Although his ma constantly tells him it is a guest room now, not his, she hasn’t fully removed Eoin’s teenage belongings. Every time he stays here, it feels like stepping back in time. “How are you?”
Eoin has been home for a week, and though they’ve text regularly, they have not coordinated enough for a call before now. They catch up for a while, Eoin revelling in the sound of Paddy’s voice after a week apart. He hadn’t thought he would miss him as much as he did.
“It is good to hear your voice, Paddy. I miss my family…until I’m here,” he laughs. “It has been a
long
week.”
“Hmm. How about I help you feel better,” Paddy suggests, voice dropping.
“Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” Eoin asks, heat spreading through his body.
“I’m suggesting you lie back on your bed, and listen very carefully to me.” Eoin takes a deep breath and Paddy can hear him moving over the phone. This is the longest they’ve spent apart since they got together and Paddy can feel the way it itches under his skin not to have Eoin in bed next to him. “Now I know you need to keep quiet so I want you to listen to me. I want you to take it nice and slow… I want you to enjoy every touch, Eoin.”
They have not had phone sex before, but Eoin has a weakness for Paddy talking to him, and Paddy has plenty to say about Eoin, so although it won’t be quite as satisfying, he is more than happy to talk Eoin through an orgasm.
As he speaks, he hears Eoin following each instruction to undress and start playing with himself. “I plan to tease you tonight Eoin…until you can’t take it anymore,” he says, voice low and steady. “We’re going to take this slow. I want you to feel the pleasure all the way through your fucking body… I want you to play with your cock. To tease the tip like you like… you’re so sensitive.”
“It feels really good, Paddy,” Eoin murmurs. Paddy knows because he’s studied the way Eoin reacts to every touch, knows exactly how to give him the most pleasure.
“I want you to get yourself nice and hard for me…” Paddy tells him. He can hear the sound of Eoin shifting, a wet sound that must be his hand sliding over his cockhead.
“God, my cock is throbbing for you,” Eoin tells him.
“Take it nice and fucking slow,” Paddy reminds him, his own hand sliding down to palm himself over his trousers. He wants to pleasure Eoin, not himself, but the soft noises Eoin is making mean it’s hard not to touch himself at the same time. “Enjoy every sensation, every touch.”
“Fuck…I hope you’re playing with yourself too, tease yourself with me,” Eoin murmurs, as if he can tell what Paddy’s thinking. At the invitation, Paddy can’t stop himself from pushing his shorts down to take his cock in hand.
“My cock is nice and fucking hard for you now,” Paddy tells him. He hears a quiet curse in response and can imagine the way Eoin’s lips curve around the word. The thought of Eoin’s lips is intoxicating; he wants to kiss them, lick into his mouth, feel the way Eoin presses kisses to his jawline. The feeling of Eoin kissing down his chest. Of his mouth around his cock. “Just imagining this was your fucking tongue teasing my cockhead… you feeling my cock growing harder in your warm, wet fucking mouth.” Over the phone, Eoin is quiet, just his heavy breathing and the sound of his hand sliding over his cock letting Paddy know he’s listening.
“Do you have any lube there, Eoin?” Paddy asks.
“Fuck, Paddy,” he says, voice eager. Eoin takes a deep breath, trying to control himself. “Yes, yeah, I’ll- I’ll get it.” As Eoin shifts on the other end of the phone, Paddy reaches into the drawer next to his bed, pulling out his own bottle of lube - which has been significantly depleted since Eoin started staying over. Not that Paddy’s complaining. “Okay,” Eoin says breathlessly, “tell me what to do, Paddy.” The way he says it, the way he gives him over so completely, turns Paddy on like nothing else.
“Eoin, I want you to start fucking yourself for me.” Eoin moans, and then halfway through seems to cut himself off - as if suddenly aware of how much sound he’s making. Paddy hears him take a steadying breath and then the click of a bottle cap opening. He follows suit, pouring some straight onto his cock and shivering at the sudden chill of it. “That’s it,” he tells Eoin as he wraps his hand around his cock to spread the lube, trying to keep his movements slow, “I want you to get yourself nice and wet for me.”
“Oh fuck, Paddy,” Eoin murmurs, “tell me what you’re doing. I want to know what you’re doing while I open myself up for you.”
“I’m playing with myself, thinking about the way you suck my cock for me. I wish this was your spit on my cock…your mouth getting me nice and fucking hard. Fucking love it when you get on your knees for me, the way you take me so deep.” He breaks off with a moan, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock tightly to slow himself down. The thought of Eoin on his knees is one of his favourite fantasies - and his favourite realities.
“Please, Paddy…” Eoin begs. Between the sound of his laboured breathing, Paddy can hear the wet slide of Eoin’s hand. Wishes he could see the way Eoin is touching himself. Wishes he could be the one touching him.
“Keep teasing yourself. Don’t fucking stop, love. Keep going till you cannot fucking take anymore.” The sound of Eoin moaning in his ear has Paddy’s cock twitching in his own hand. “Eoin,” Paddy growls, “I’m so fucking hard for you right now… It feels so fucking good to tease it. Every fucking nerve on fucking fire for you.”
Paddy’s hand is moving steadily over his own cock, the lube making it slick and wet. If he was by himself right now, he’d speed up, keep moving until his pleasure crests… but this is about Eoin and he fucking enjoys teasing Eoin. He can hear his breath coming quick over the phone, his quiet moans and murmurs as he tries not to make too much sound. Eoin sounds amazing in bed, knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to let Paddy know what he likes. Paddy slows his own hand, rubbing his thumb across his angry red tip.
“Keep fucking playing with yourself…” he tells Eoin, breathless himself at the sounds he can hear. “Keep teasing yourself… keep fucking playing with yourself, get yourself nice and wet for me.”
“Oh god…Oh that feels so fucking good, Paddy. Nice and fucking wet for you.” And Paddy can hear it, hear the wet noises as Eoin fingers himself.
“That’s it, Eoin, play with yourself a bit fucking faster now.”
“Fuck, Paddy… Paddy, I’m not going to last much longer.”
“Don’t fucking come just yet, wait for me,” Paddy instructs him, though he feels his own control slipping.
“Please, Paddy,” Eoin whines, and Paddy can picture the way his chest is flushed. Wants to kiss his way down Eoin’s body, watch him play with himself, wants his hands on Eoin’s body.
“That’s it, fuck yourself faster, use your fucking hand, use your fingers, use a fucking toy for all I care… get it deep inside of you.” Paddy can barely hold on to what he’s saying as he listens to the wet sound of Eoin fucking himself.
“Paddy… fuck Paddy, that feels so fucking good.”
Paddy listens as Eoin speeds up, presses the phone closer to his ear to catch as much as he can of his broken moans and the beautiful wet sounds of him playing with himself. The stuttering breathes and sound of him stroking his own cock has Paddy entranced, and then he hears a low groan that he knows is Eoin’s climax and can’t stop himself from following with a long, drawn-out “Fuck.”
By the time he’s caught his breath, he realises that the phone has slipped from his hand. When he brings it back to his ear, he can hear Eoin’s breathing evening out again.
“You okay, pet?” he asks.
“Yeah,” Paddy tries to say, his voice a deep growling thing. He coughs and tries again. “Yeah, Eoin, I’m good. I’m fucking amazing.” They go quiet for a moment, just listening to each other’s presence. Paddy looks down at himself and thinks about cleaning up. And then he decides he’s too tired to move, his limbs heavy with sleep already.
“I’ll be back before you know it, Paddy. Just a few more days,” Eoin says.
“Aye…just a few days,” Paddy agrees.
“And then I’ll thank you properly for this,” Eoin tells him, a smile audible in his voice.
“Hmm, I’ll look forward to it.”