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Timothy’s Terrible Prompt Stories - 20. No prompt: A little private time
Is it a sign of a good date, when you talk on the phone in bed afterwards?
Another Eric POV chapter
“Can I call you?”
Eric stared at the message from his boyfriend. He had been looking forward to texting with Nelson and maybe even talking on the phone. Instead, he’d been asked to come down to the kitchen where his mom had confronted him with her conclusions about Nelson and he having been alone all day.
When Nelson introduced him to his parents earlier, Eric had known immediately that his mom would get suspicious, but he wasn’t angry with his boyfriend. He liked the fact that Nelson was honest and open about how he felt. The blond teen made a quick decision and texted ‘yes, I miss you,’ and a moment later the phone rang.
“Hi Nelson.”
“Hi Eric. I miss you too.”
“I wish you were here. Or, that I was with you.”
“Yeah.” A short pause. “You could come over here tomorrow morning, if you can get a lift.”
“I’ll try to ask Rob.”
“I guess he owes us.”
“Yeah. But I suppose we owe him too for standing up for us. And I still can’t believe he dumped Melanie. I wish I knew what she said.”
“Carolyn is her best friend. She might tell Jasper, if Melanie admits what happened.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that.” Eric made a mental note not to say anything nasty about Melanie when Jasper and Carolyn were present.
“Anyway, let’s not talk about that. What would you like to do tomorrow?”
“Just hang out together, I guess. Maybe see a movie.”
“What do you usually do at the mall?” Nelson asked.
“I don’t go there that often, but I normally visit the bookstore. If I’m with Rob, he drags me to REI or one of the other sports shops. We both like to go to RadioShack or one of the small shops for games. What about you?”
“I usually go there with Jazz, or people from the drama club. The bookstore and game shops are high on my list too. And, observing people.”
“Hot guys?” Eric wasn’t sure what Nelson had meant. He never looked at people on the street or in the mall, and could even walk past friends without noticing them.
“No, just looking at people and figuring out what they are thinking, or making up stories about them.”
“Huh, I could never do that.”
“But you’ve written a couple of one-act plays for the drama club.” Nelson knew people other than him had been impressed with Eric’s skills.
“Oh those. They were based on real events mixed up with things I’ve read about. I can describe and write dialogue, but making up stories? I’m no good at that.”
“We should team up.” The suggestion popped out of Nelson’s mouth, before he had time to think. “I mean…”
“Yeah? You want to write a play together?” The eagerness in Eric’s voice was flattering.
“It might be fun. And I have to do a final project in the drama club next year. If we did a whole play together, it would count as yours too.”
“That would be cool.” Eric would happily do anything to spend time with Nelson.
“Speaking of the drama club, how come you told Ms. Neall?”
“About being gay?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, my dad suggested telling a couple of teachers before I came out at school. As a ‘preemptive measure’ against hazing. And I like her and trust her.”
“And you wanted us to be out as a couple in the drama club, didn’t you?” Nelson sounded more pleased than anything at the idea, and Eric smiled in relief.
“Yes, I thought it was a pretty safe environment.”
“And it would get Tina and the other girls off your back.” Nelson teased him.
“There’s that too.” Eric had almost lost patience with the girls on several occasions, particularly when they prevented him from talking to Nelson. But the few times he had managed to get rid of them, the dark-haired teen had slipped away and busied himself with some task or talking to other people. Now that Eric knew the reason, the hurt had been healed.
He heard some rustling and a click, as of a lamp being switched on. Before he could think, the words left his mouth. “Where are you right now?”
“In bed.”
There was a short silence, then Eric decided he wanted to know: “What are you wearing?”
“Nothing.”
“Really?”
“Umm-hmm. And you?”
“Well, I’m sitting on the bed, but I’m still dressed.”
“Oh.” The slight disappointment in Nelson’s voice was obvious to Eric.
“Give me a minute.” He put the phone down, switched on his bedside light, raced over to lock the door and switch off the main light. He rushed back to the bed, stripped down to his boxers and got under the covers.
“I’m back,” he panted into the phone.
Nelson laughed. “I’m not going anywhere. What did you do?”
“Locked the door, got ready for bed.”
Awkward silence.
“Soooo, what do you wear in bed?” Nelson’s tenor dropped, and Eric shivered at the sexy whisper.
“Boxers.” Eric managed to get rid of them. “Or at least, I was.”
“Wish I could see you. Touch you…” Nelson’s voice was low, almost hoarse.
Eric was fully erect now and he wanted to fondle himself, but he wasn’t quite sure where that would lead.
“Nelson…”
“Yes?”
“Are you…?”
“Hard?”
“Yeah.”
“Of course.”
“Sooo…”
“Am I touching myself?” Nelson paused. “No, but I want to.”
“Me too.”
“But I’m going to wait. And when we hang up, I’m going to think of you. Pretend it’s your hand on me while I remember us kissing.”
Eric’s dick was leaking on his stomach, and he had to put his free hand behind his head in order to resist the temptation.
“I’ll think of you doing that, and I probably won’t last very long,” he admitted.
“Me neither. I want you so bad, Eric. I mean, not just sex, but to be naked in bed together, kissing and touching each other, wrestling, spooning, falling asleep and waking up together.”
“I want that too.” Eric bit his lip. “We may have to hang up soon, or I won’t be able to control myself.”
“Same here.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”
“Yes, come over here as early as you like.”
“I’ll try.” Eric smirked at the thought of waking Rob early by pulling his bedclothes off. A fair way of repaying his brother for the same stunt this morning.
“Sleep well. Once you get there…” Nelson teased.
“You too. Sweet dreams.”
“Of you, I hope. Except they make me wake up sticky.”
“Really?!” Eric thought his boyfriend was joking.
“Oh yeah. So, I need to do something to prevent that. At least now I’m not pathetic when I think of you while jerking off.”
“No one gets to say bad stuff about my boyfriend, not even you. I love the idea of you thinking of me.”
It was no good; Eric’s hand found his leaking dick and started stroking. He propped the phone on his pillow and used the other hand to cup his balls. They were already riding high and he knew he wouldn’t last long.
“Well, now you’re not ‘the straight guy’ I have a dead-end crush on. You’re my handsome, sexy, protective boyfriend, who kisses like a god and plays with my hair.”
“Your hair is so soft, Nelson. I can’t help imagining running my hands through it while you…” He couldn’t quite say the words, but Nelson did.
“While I suck your cock? Make you come in my mouth…?”
“Yeesss,” Eric moaned and erupted all over himself. He bit his lip to prevent more revealing noises from leaking out, but then he heard a suppressed grunt over the phone. The thought that Nelson might be coming too, made his balls send one final long spurt of semen across his abs followed by a couple of dry spasms. He’d never come this hard, and he breathed his boyfriend’s name.
“Nel…”
“Mmm, me too, love.”
I promise this is the last First Date chapter. The mall will be next. But you may have to be patient.
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