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Chapter Seven
Robert was pouting.
He was sitting and watching the hockey game and pouting as big as any five year old.
He hadn't been able to get anyone to cover Thanksgiving for him, so Sam had gone to visit his dad on his
own, leaving Robert all by himself. Okay, so he'd insisted that Sam go because it had been ages since Sam
and his father had seen each other, but the prospect of a second night alone in bed had him grumpy and not
feeling the least bit thankful.
They hadn't even had a fire and he'd wound up sitting around the station and washing the trucks, catching up
on his paperwork, and missing his Sammy in the worst way.
The phone rang and he grabbed it, hitting the talk button before bringing it up to his ear. "Hello?"
"Hey, you! Miss me?"
"Sammy..." He settled back on the couch, pouting completely forgotten. "How could I miss you -- you've
only been gone two days."
"Oh, all right then. I'll just go watch TV with my dad, then..." Sam teased.
"Don't you dare!" He chuckled and turned off the TV, staring up at the ceiling. His voice lowered. "I have
missed you, babe. A whole lot."
"I miss you, too," Sam said, his voice soft and serious. "I had a hard time sleeping last night."
"Yeah, me, too. I've gotten used to having my own personal teddy bear."
"You mean hot water bottle. Man, I was cold last night! Plus there was all this extra energy. Apparently, if I
don't get off every day I tend to bounce."
That had him laughing. "There something wrong with your right hand?"
"Not at all." He could hear Sammy laugh, too. "I've been using it a lot. My left is jealous. And you?"
"I'm ambidextrous when it comes to that. Nobody's jealous." He just couldn't stop smiling. Not that he
wanted to.
"See, that's what I like about you. I'm always learning new things. Tell me what you did today. What are you
doing right now?"
"I spent the day cleaning the station house. It's never been cleaner. And right now I'm talking to you, Sam."
"God, you must be bored damn near to tears. I spent time with Dad, played some cards, missed you. And
now I'm here. Dad says I don't get dinner until I stop moping."
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"You're moping? Bad boy."
"Right, because you weren't sitting there pouting at all, were you?"
"I don't pout."
"You so do. You just don't notice, because when I notice I distract you."
"But you're not here to distract me," he pointed out, beginning to pout.
Sam laughed. "Says who? I'm all about the distracting, Robert. Would it distract you if you knew I called
pretty much just so I could hear your voice while I stroke off? Left handed, maybe."
"Sam! Where are you?" God, his Sammy was shameless.
"Relax, I'm in my room. Jeeze. And Dad pretty much sent me in here, too. He didn't think the couch should
vibrate, and my twitching was getting on his nerves. He says hi, by the way."
"How can you tell me you're going to jack off listening to my voice in one breath and say hi from your dad
in the next?"
"Practice." He could hear Sam moving around and then a soft laugh. "Are you going to get off with me or
what?"
"On the phone?" His mind was saying no way, especially knowing that Sam's dad knew exactly what was
going on. His cock on the other hand, had a completely different answer.
"Well, it's kind of a long trek just to get laid, and I have to be ready for supper in an hour," Sam said. "Al-
though, it would take a stronger man than me to turn down a chance at you. Luckily, I don't have to be
strong. Hell, I don't even have to be naked. Although I am. Right now."
Robert licked his lips and spread his legs, giving his rapidly hardening prick room. On second thought, he
popped the button and undid the zipper. It needed a lot of room.
"I heard that," Sam said in a sing song voice. "That's the spirit. Now, join in anytime. I'm probably a little
ahead of you, what with the whole lotion on my hand thing, but that's okay. You can catch up." Sure
enough, there was a hitch in Sam's voice already.
"No fair, babe -- you're faster off the mark than me to start with. I'm not going to be able to catch up." Of
course that didn't stop him from wrapping his free hand around his prick and sliding it slowly up and down.
"You can meet me at the end of round two," Sam promised. "Man. I miss you. Miss your hands on me."
"Round two... You're going to go twice. On the phone. With me." He chuckled and settled in farther, legs
spread wide. He found the lube and slicked up his hand, jacking nice and easy. "I miss you, too," he told
Sam, voice husky. "It just didn't seem right this morning, waking up without you rubbing off against me."
"That's what I'm saying," Sam agreed, panting a tiny bit in Robert's ear. "A man gets used to things like that.
Me humping your thigh in the morning. Waking you up with blowjobs. Getting fucked in the.... in the
shower. Oh boy." The last was followed by a tight moan.
He groaned at the images, at the sounds coming through the phone. "Sammy... I want you."
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"Want you, too." Sam moaned at him, his breath coming in the fast pattern Robert knew meant he was about
to come. "Want you here, right here, hand on me -- Robert!"
Man, he could almost smell Sam's come.
"Oh boy." Sam groaned. "That was oddly... wow, way better when you're here for the after. And then you
can just dump me over the edge of the bed and get your cock in me. I like that part, too."
He bit his bottom lip, a jolt going through him at Sam's words. "Uh-huh." He nodded, hand squeezing
around the head of his cock. He liked that part, too.
Sam warmed to the topic, though his breathing barely slowed down at all. "I like it when I'm only half ready
for it, like when you suck me off? My brain is way out there and suddenly you're in me, fucking me, and I'm
all.... Hell, yes! It's like this huge, wonderful surprise."
He made a noise that was supposed to be "go on" but came out more "gun", his own breath catching, his
heartbeat racing.
"It gets... like... primal," Sam told him. "Like we're driven. You driving. Always you, Robert. All I want.
And you drive into me, fuck me, make love to me, hold me... it's all you." Sam gasped in his ear and he
could hear bed springs creaking. "I'm fingering myself, Robert. Want your cock in me. Want it so much."
"Oh, fuck!" He went off like a rocket, come shooting up far enough to hit his chin.
If there was such a thing as a frantic silence, that's what was on the other end of the line until Sam finally
grunted and gasped again. "Jesus." Sam panted. "You liked that one? I can do it for you when I get home."
His poor cock gave a little jerk, but without the benefit of an in person Sammy, he was pretty sure it would
be staying mostly soft. "Speaking of coming home -- when are you?"
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