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Steve put another lukewarm fry in his mouth as he sighed, chin leaning in the palm of his hand. It was 2 am on a Saturday night that was supposed to end in getting laid. But instead, Steve found himself in an almost-deserted McDonalds.
For a long time, Steve had made peace with being single. He’d had girlfriends all through high school and a handful of hookups, with both women and men, throughout college. Once he graduated, he was focused on his job, that was what he told himself. He was focusing on himself, working on his career.
But after a two year dry spell that excuse got a little old.
So, he decided to go out, meet new people, and hopefully find someone to go home with. But this was his fifth Saturday at the same fucking McDonalds. He was frustrated, and so incredibly horny.
He stood up and threw what was left of his now-cold food away, then kicked the bathroom door open. It looked pretty clean but it was clearly due for a renovation. The floor was discoloured and the wallpaper was peeling. The inside of the stalls were covered in crappy graffiti. From names and swearwords to drawn dicks and hearts, even full poems.
Steve found himself scanning everything as he did his business. His eyes caught on one message. It was pretty hard to read, having been covered by other drawings and writing. But Steve could just about make it out.
Looking for a good time? Be a good boy and Call (xxx)xxx-xxxxx ;)
X Eddie
Steve could blame the fast food fumes or the late hour, but he knew his dick made the decision to pull his phone from the back pocket of his jeans. Before he knew it, the number was punched in and he had his phone against his ear.
It only hit him then that he was calling a random number, in the middle of the night, from a McDonalds bathroom. He had no time to rethink it, as a low voice emerged from the other side of the line.
“Hello?” the man said in a questioning tone.
“Hey,” Steve replied after a second, collecting himself after bluescreening a bit from how attractive the voice sounded.
“Hi? Who is this?”
“Right, sorry. I’m Steve. This is gonna sound so weird but I found this number in a McDonalds bathroom.”
It stayed silent on the other side.
“Sorry, I’m just gonna hang up-”
“Wait! You mean the McDonalds up North Wallice Street?"
“Yes?” Steve answered.
The next thing he heard was a loud cackle.
“Oh my god, I remember now. I wrote that there like five years ago, I was stoned out of my mind.”
Steve wasn’t sure what to say next.
The guy, Eddie, seemed to notice Steve’s hesitancy.
“Soooo, you’re just phoning random numbers written on bathroom walls or did you also read the message? You looking for a good time?”
Steve swallowed.
“I uhm… I mean, I kinda didn’t think?”
He wanted to smash his head against the wall.
Eddie chuckled.
“Hm, but you still called?”
“Yes?”
Steve was aware of how insanely unsure he sounded, it was embarrassing.
“Can I be honest with you?”
Steve hummed in response, not trusting his words anymore.
“This isn't something I normally do. That message was for shits and giggles, someone dared me to do it. But you sound cute and a little desperate if I'm being completely honest.”
Eddie chuckled again and, for some reason, what the guy said made Steve relax a bit. Even if it was also kind of insulting, it was true. He was desperate.
“I’m gonna assume that you haven't done this before either, calling a stranger for a good time, I mean. But if you wanna do something, I'm down.”
Steve’s breath hitched and, to his horror, he could feel his pants growing tighter.
“You mean, like meet up?” he asked, finally using his voice again.
“Wish I could baby, but I'm across the country.”
Baby. Fuck. Steve was definitely growing stiffer by the second.
“I meant over the phone. You ever had phone-sex, Steve?"
Steve got the urge to tell Eddie to call him baby again instead of his name, but answered the question instead.
“No, not really. I mean, I've, like, sexted before, I guess. But always before meeting up, before hooking up.”
“Do you want to? Right now?”
“Yes.” The word left Steve’s mouth before he even knew it.
“Eager, I like that.” Eddie said with a chuckle.
Steve was hard now, he wanted to touch himself so bad, but it hit him that he was still in a fucking McDonalds bathroom.
“Wait,” he said.
“If you don’t want to, that’s completely okay. No pressure.”
“No! I mean, I still want to. I’m just still in the bathroom and I don’t really wanna scar anyone who might walk in.”
“Not into exhibitionism, hm?”
“Exhi-what?”
Another chuckle.
“Exhibitionism. It’s like a kink for having sex or doing something sexual in public.”
“Oh. yeah, no. I don’t think I have that.”
This time Eddie’s chuckle was paired with a sigh, a fond one.
“Well, why don’t you get out of there and call me back when you're home?”
“Okay.”
“Okay, can’t wait to get you off, baby.” Eddie said before hanging up.
Steve stood in that stall for another minute, phone still pressed to his ear.
What just happened?
The cab ride home was a blur, Steve couldn't remember if he gave the driver a tip. He really hoped he did.
It was 3 am by the time he stepped foot in his apartment. Doubt suddenly took over his brain. He should go to bed. He should forget any of this happened. He could just pretend it was all a weird alcohol induced dream in the morning.
But fuck, he wanted to hear that voice again. Eddie sounded so sexy and sultry. They hadn’t even really gotten into anything yet and it already made Steve uncomfortably hard.
His boner had gone down on his way home but it was already chubbing back up as he thought about Eddie calling him baby again, how he said he couldn't wait to get Steve off.
Suddenly he was moving. He kicked off his shoes and made his way to his bedroom.
He couldn't decide if he wanted to keep his clothes on. He didn't like sitting on his bed with his outside clothes. But changing into other clothes felt weird too because he might take them off again. Should he do it on the couch? Fuck no, his couch was uncomfortable.
He settled on just boxers and a fresh shirt.
He sat down and grabbed his phone from where he put it on his nightstand when taking off his pants.
His lock screen showed a text notification.
Unknown number:
Can’t wait baby x
Steve felt himself flush all over. His dick twitching in his underwear. Fuck, he was so desperate, he couldn’t even be embarrassed anymore.
He unlocked his phone and pressed on the number he called last. Eddie’s number. After only one ring, Eddie picked up.
“Hi again.”
“Hi.”
“Did you get home safe?”
“Yeah,” Steve answered, feeling both endeared for the concern and slightly annoyed that Eddie didn't go straight to the dirty talk.
“Good, that’s good. So what do you wanna do, big boy?”
There it was, Steve swallowed the moan that was just about to bubble up his throat. He thought for a second. What did he want to do? He wasn't sure how this worked.
He settled on, “I’m not sure,” followed by, “I just wanna get off, really fucking badly.”
Steve heard a now-familiar sounding chuckle on the other side of the line.
“I can work with that. Tell me Steve, where exactly are you right now? Did you just walk through the door? Or did you get all comfy and ready for me?”
The flush that had gone down slightly came back with a vengeance.
“I’m on my bed.”
“Hm, what are you wearing?”
Steve looked down at himself, picking at the hem of the old plain white shirt he had thrown on.
“Uhm, a shirt and my boxers.”
“So you did get ready for me, hm? Are you turned on? Did you imagine what we were gonna do?”
This time Steve didn't get the chance to swallow the whine that came out of his mouth.
“Yeah.” The answer was more breath than word.
“Yeah? But you said you didn't know what you wanted to do. There must be something you want, if you've already fantasised about it. Tell me, baby.”
Steve felt himself get lost in his arousal, he wanted to touch his dick. He wanted Eddie to touch his dick.
“I, uh, I thought about your voice. You have a really nice voice.”
“Thank you, baby. And what was I saying?”
“I don’t know—”
“I think you do. Come on, tell me.”
Steve felt shame interrupt his arousal as he tried to find the answer Eddie wanted.
“I won’t judge, baby, do you want me to guess?”
Yes, that sounded good. He could just agree to something else. Anything Eddie would suggest would be good.
“Yes.”
“Okay, sweetheart.”
These pet names were really doing it for Steve. Definitely sexually, but they also relaxed a part of him that had been tense for months, if not years. The sort of feeling of contentment that came with feeling taken care of.
Steve heard some rustling through the phone, like Eddie was getting comfortable, too.
“I think you were fantasising about me telling you how pretty your voice is. Because it really is, baby.”
Steve’s cheeks grew very warm at that.
“And you like that too, huh? Me calling you baby or sweetheart. I bet you were thinking about that, too.”
Steve let out a soft moan, feeling both called out and needy, he wanted more.
“Hmm, yeah, that’s it.”
Steve could hear Eddie smile through the phone.
“I think you also wanted me to tell you what to do some more. You did so well listening to me when I told you to go home and call me back, but I think you can do even better. Have you touched yourself yet?”
“No.”
“Well, we can’t have that, can we Stevie? Give your cock some attention for me.”
Steve didn’t have to be told twice, he was dying to relieve some of the pressure on his now-rock hard dick. He groaned as he pressed the heel of his hand down his length over his boxers.
“Good boy, does that feel good?”
Steve nodded, not really registering that Eddie couldn’t see him. But he guessed that the moan he let out was enough of an answer.
‘“Fuck, baby, you sound so good, got me hard, too.”
Steve heard more rustling and then a low grunt.
“Are you touching yourself, too?” Steve wasn’t sure how he had found his voice again, but he did.
“I am, baby, have been for a while though. Just needed to get rid of some more layers. Why don’t you join me? I bet your nipples need some attention, too.”
Steve had never really thought about pleasuring himself with his nipples, but he realised he wanted to do just about anything this man told him to.
He took off his shirt, seeing that his nipples were hard. Maybe they always were during sex, he just never noticed.
“I took off my shirt.”
“Good job.”
Eddie sounded a little winded. Listening closer, Steve could hear more rustling, but softer and more rhythmic.
“Are you jerking yourself off?” Steve asked bravely.
“Hm, maybe.”
Steve could once again hear Eddie smile around his words.
He let one of his hands glide back to his still clothed dick while the other wandered up his chest. His thumb gently grazed his nipple.
“Fuck, why does that feel so good?” Steve mostly said to himself.
“Tell me what you’re doing, baby.”
“I’m touching my nipple, I’ve never really done that but—fuck—it feels really good.”
Steve continued playing with the stiff bud, adding more pressure and then less again when he realised he liked the gentle touch more.
“Good, good, keep making yourself feel good.”
Steve did just that, touching himself with more care and focus than he ever had. He normally watched porn while masturbating, but the only distraction now was Eddie's breathing.
“Can I take my underwear off?” Steve asked, feeling brave and unbearably desperate to get his hand around his bare cock. He heard Eddie chuckle before he got an answer.
“Such a good boy for asking. Of course you can, you can do whatever you want. I just want you to make yourself feel so so good. And to keep telling me what you're doing.”
Steve didn’t waste a second to take off his boxers, sliding them down his legs and throwing them somewhere on the ground. He let out a long moan as he stroked himself from the base all the way to the tip, his thumb grazing over the head.
“Yes, baby, just like that.”
Eddie’s sounded almost out of breath. Hearing how much this thing was also affecting Eddie turned Steve on a lot. He picked up the pace, keeping his strokes long and smooth. Just as he was thinking of grabbing lube, Eddie seemed to read his mind.
“You have any lube handy, baby?”
“Yeah,” Steve breathed, “in my bedside cabinet.”
“Grab it for me.”
Steve twisted his body to reach into the drawer that held the lube and a handful of condoms he wouldn’t be needing. Seeing them made Steve imagine what it would be like if Eddie was there right now, in his bedroom, on his bed.
He didn't even know what the guy looked like but he was absolutely sure he would be just as attracted to his appearance as he was to his voice.
Would they do the same thing they were doing now but in person? Just some mutual masturbation. Or would they give each other blow jobs? Or would they go further?
Steve had only been with two guys in his life. He topped once and bottomed with the other.
He’d been with more girls, so he was a lot more experienced with doing the fucking. The way Eddie talked to him was not demanding, not forceful at all, but he gave directions, made Steve feel like he could let go with him.
Steve wanted Eddie to fuck him.
But Eddie wasn't there. He was just a voice.
“You still there, sweetheart?” Eddie said, shaking him out of his thoughts.
“Yeah.”
“Did you get the lube?”
Steve only now realised that, while fantasising about what would happen if Eddie was there, he had already squirted some lube on his hand and resumed stroking. The movement was more satisfying and effortless.
“Yeah, feels really goo—fuck—” Steve cut himself off with a loud moan.
“I can hear that, doing so good for me, baby.”
Eddie’s voice had grown softer in tone, still confident and clear, but less steady.
They stayed silent for a while, the only sounds were those of their mutual slick strokes and heavy breathing. Tiny grunts leaving Steve's mouth and low moans leaving Eddie’s.
Steve had never felt insecure during sex—well, maybe his first time, but not after that—, this felt so different though. It felt unknown, he felt a little unsure and definitely unaccustomed to this situation. It didn’t feel awkward, though; Eddie brought enough confidence with him to make sure it didn’t.
Steve felt a little nervous, excited, but also relaxed. Comforted by Eddie’s words, by being in his own bed.
He felt himself relax more and more, letting himself be completely taken over by the intense arousal he felt. Maybe the most aroused he’d ever felt.
He became a little louder, not holding back a single sound.
“You sound so pretty. You’re getting close, hm? I can hear it, making all those pretty noises. Are you gonna cum all over your own chest? Over your fist?”
Steve couldn’t take it. No, he could. This was the best thing that had ever happened to him. He was gonna ignore that the thought was probably induced by the pre-orgasm high he was feeling.
He edged closer and closer to finishing, hearing Eddie mutter out praise in between moans. Steve could hear his movements get faster, too.
The idea of the both of them coming at the same time made Steve whine in an utterly pathetic way.
“Come for me, baby, come on, you can do it. Come for me.”
Steve did, his moans growing higher pitched, staccato, until he choked, breathing momentarily halted by the force of his orgasm. He shot cum all the way up his torso. He kept stroking his cock, prolonging the pleasure of his climax.
Finally Steve slowed his hand, now panting.
“Oh fuck, Stevie, fuck, that’s so hot- fuck-”
Following that sentence might be the hottest sound Steve had ever heard, his softening dick twitching where it was now resting on his thigh.
Eddie moaned, a deep raspy groan as Steve assumed he also reached his climax.
“Fuck, baby, that was so good. Do you feel good too?”
Steve smiled, a full on goofy smile.
“Yeah, really good.”
“Good, you did so well.”
Steve blushed. He already knew he liked compliments but hearing Eddie praising him so much was on a completely different level. It made him feel warm and cared for.
“Do you have anything to clean yourself up? Need to get you comfy now.”
Steve looked around his room.
“I have tissues?” Steve said, it came out more like a question. Like he needed Eddie to tell him if that was good or not. As predicted, it wasn’t good enough for Eddie.
“Hm, no, that won’t do. How about a nice warm shower?”
That actually sounded really nice. Steve wanted to wash away the club and the McDonalds and the drying cum from his skin. But he wasn’t ready yet to say goodbye to Eddie. Once again, the man seemed to be able to read his mind. Or maybe he was just reading the lack of a response he got from Steve.
“You can take me with you to your bathroom, or leave me in your bedroom. Either way, I'll still be here to chat for a bit. That sound good, baby?”
“Yes, that does sound good.”
Steve slowly sat up, debating what to do with his phone. It would be more logical to leave it here, leave Eddie here, but Steve wanted to be close to him, even though he knew that Eddie was hundreds of miles away. He wanted to keep hearing his voice.
“I’m bringing you with me.”
“Alright, baby.”
Steve made his way to his small bathroom and placed his phone on the side of the sink. He looked at himself in the mirror, being greeted by a flushed face. His eyes looked tired yet calm. He looked more relaxed than he had in months.
He heard Eddie move around on the other side of the line. Followed by the sound of Eddie gulping down some water. Fuck, Steve should also drink some water. He picked up his phone again to head to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.
“What are you doing, sweetheart?”
“Grabbing some water.”
“Good, that's good, baby.”
After taking a few sips he made his way back to the bathroom again, leaving the water bottle on his night stand on the way there. He turned on the shower and stood back to wait for it to warm up. The sound of the water hitting the tiles was loud, a little overwhelming after the silence that this time of night brought with it and the low voice that had been the only occupant for the last half an hour.
“Can you keep talking to me?” Steve asked, “I might not hear everything you say when I get into the shower, but I like your voice.”
“Of course I can, I’ll be your background music. Or maybe a podcast?”
Steve stuck his toe under the stream to see if the water had heated up enough. Satisfied with what he felt he stepped under the stream.
“Okay, I'll tell you about my day. Before you called me I was working on a song—I’m in a metal band—although this song isn’t necessarily for the band—”
Steve had to wet his hair, temporarily muffling the sound of Eddie’s voice.
“—for the next DnD session I'm hosting—do you know what DnD is? Not important, I'll tell you about it another time. Anyway—”
‘Tell you about it another time’ what did that mean? Did Eddie wanna talk to him again? Or just for the phone sex?
“—I ran out of green paint, so I can't continue until I grab some more. Before that, what did I do before that… oh! Right, I called my uncle. He actually still lives where you are, like ten minutes away from the McDonalds on North Wallace Street. We chatted for a bit, he keeps pestering me to come visit him—”
Steve decided to just not wash his hair, he’d do that tomorrow, he didn’t wanna miss anything Eddie was saying. Partially because he just loved listening to his voice, but also because the way he was talking felt so… Steve couldn’t find the right word for it, hopeful? Domestic? Comfortable? Familiar? Like they had done this a million times before, and would do it a million times more.
“—I guess I have one more incentive to visit now.”
The end of that sentence was met with a startling silence as Eddie stopped his rambling and Steve turned off the shower.
“Sorry.”
Eddie's tone was completely different than what he had sounded like the rest of the night.
“You done showering?” he asked when he didn't get a response from Steve, who was still standing in the shower stall, naked and wet, shiver shaking him from his frozen state.
“Yeah.”
“Good, you got a nice warm towel to dry yourself with?”
Steve looked at the pile of towels stacked under the sink. He picked out the biggest, softest one and wrapped it around himself after drying his hair off a bit.
“Got it.”
“Good, do you wanna brush your teeth? So you're all ready to go to sleep?”
Steve all of a sudden felt how tired he was, extremely thankful for Eddie reminding him how to be a functional human.
When Steve's teeth were clean and his towel was hung up to dry, he made his way over to his bed. He normally wore boxers to sleep but, seeing as he wasn't wearing any now, he decided to forgo them.
“I’m in bed now,” Steve said as he pulled his duvet up to his chin.
“You sound tired.”
“I am.”
“We should probably hang up so you can sleep.”
“I don't want to,” Steve said with a whine.
“You need to sleep, it’s past 4 am for you over there.”
“No, I do wanna sleep,” he emphasised with a yawn.
“I don’t wanna hang up yet.”
“Oh.”
Was that the wrong thing to say?
“Okay, we can chat for a bit longer. Do you want me to just talk to you while you try to fall asleep? Or do you wanna keep talking for a few more minutes?”
Both options sounded good. Steve wanted to fall asleep to Eddie's voice. Maybe that voice would follow him into his dreams. Lovely, sexy dreams.
“You mentioned you might visit your uncle,” Steve said without much thought, or well, he’d thought about it, he just hadn't thought about bringing it up. His sleep-addled brain had decided for him.
“Hm, yeah, what about it?”
“Would you— I mean, I don’t expect you to— sorry, it’s ridiculous—”
“Nothing you say is ridiculous, sweetheart. Are you trying to ask me if I would want to meet up?”
Steve’s cheeks had once again turned very red again.
“I guess…”
“Well, why don’t you ask me?”
Steve swallowed. Eddie wouldn’t tell him to ask him and then say no right? That didn’t sound like something Eddie would do. But what the hell did Steve know, he'd only known Eddie for, like, not even two hours. Maybe Eddie was actually cruel, maybe this whole thing was just a way to mess with him and he didn’t mean any of it—
“What’s going on in your head, Stevie? I can hear you thinking from across the country.”
Okay, he could do this.
“Sorry, uhm— would you maybe— when you're visiting your uncle, also wanna maybe meet up with me?”
“I would love to, baby.”
Steve let out the breath he’d been holding.
“Okay, nice, that’s really cool.”
He heard Eddie chuckle. Steve could feel himself falling in love with that sound. God, he needed to slow himself down. Eddie was still a stranger. Steve couldn't find it in him to care right now.
“You know, this was the first sex, can you call this sex?—”
“Yes, you can call this sex.”
“Okay, well, this was the first time I had sex in two years?” Steve didn’t know if he wanted Eddie to respond. He was both relieved and a bit nervous about the silence he heard.
“I’ve been trying to find a hookup for weeks,” Steve continued, chuckling as he said the next part. “I did not expect to find one in a McDonalds bathroom. Or over the phone.”
Eddie returned his chuckle.
“I hope I didn’t disappoint.”
“You definitely didn’t.”
Steve yawned again, perfect timing.
“You sure about that?”
Steve groaned.
“It’s okay, baby, I know you’re just tired. Why don’t you text me to tell me how much you liked it when you wake up, hm?”
“Don’t hang up, please, can you keep talking to me?”
Steve knew he sounded slightly pathetic, but he couldn't find it in him to care about that either.
“Not going anywhere just yet baby. I could play you some guitar if you want?”
“Can you sing?”
“Do you like my voice, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Of course I'll sing for you.”
The last thing Steve heard as he drifted off to sleep was the soft strum of a guitar, a song he vaguely recognised. But it was the voice that soothed him most, a sound he could get used to falling asleep to.
The end.