a/n: SOOOO phone sex ahead. lol. juuust warning you.

Lyserg P.O.V.

It was night. I was lying on my bed, phone in hand, talking to you-know-who. Hao. We've been talking for a while now, I had to put my phone to charge; but that didn't slow us down. I just turned the opposite way in my bed so the charger reached, and we continued talking. If you asked what we were talking about, I wouldn't be able to tell you. We talked about nothing, seriously. But somehow our conversations go on and we learn things. We learn the little things about each other that as we get older, we'll learn to hate or love.

At some point I asked him about how he knew the Ojibwe language; he said something about living with a different part of his family for a while, and them speaking the language. I love learning new things about him. That was so cool, and I told him that. But, I was curious as to why he wasn't living with his mom and dad at the time.

"Wait, so, why weren't you living with your parents?" I asked, looking at the fan blowing next to my bed. Yeah, I had a fan on. Not because it was hot, but because I didn't want my foster mom listening to my conversation with Hao. I learned, with time, that she could be very nosy. And even if it didn't matter, I liked my privacy.

Don't worry, she's not a crazy abusive foster mother. She's actually really sweet, and cares for her kids; A little too much sometimes.

The fan was a good way to talk at a normal level without her hearing everything.

"Ah, it doesn't matter."

"Uh, yes it does?" I raised my brow as I sat up, super interested now. I wonder why human beings are so interested in things that others don't want them to know about.

"No."

"Hao, just tell me, I'm not—"

"You know, your accent is pretty sexy."

I sucked my teeth. He's trying to change the subject.

"I don't care, because I know you're trying to change the subject."

"Every time we get on the phone, and I listen to your voice,"

"Hao."

"it turns me on so much."

"…Hao," I almost whimpered. He was trying to change the subject and it was working. He sounded so sexy and oh-so-inviting.

"Yes babe?"

Okay. He was doing something with his voice. I don't know what it was. But he sounded breathy. And I liked it.

"Why are you talking like that?" I asked dumbly. I know exactly why he was doing it. I'd just like to hear him say it.

"Talking like what?"

"You know what."

"You know why."

The fucker.

I heard a small grunt through the phone and I felt my face heat up. I reached down, thanking whatever being lived up there for letting me choose to wear only boxers to bed tonight. Playing with the waist band of my boxers, I listened to him let out a soft pant, and that basically did it for me. I let my hand slide under my boxers and wrapped my hand around my growing erection. I hissed, because my hand was really cold, and it was very, very warm.

I heard a snicker through the phone and I paused. Giving myself a tug, I held the phone with my left hand.

"What?"

"What're you doing?"

"What are you doing?" I asked. We always 'argued' like that. Questions answered by questions because we already knew the answers but didn't want to say them. I bit my lip to hold back a moan because I didn't want him to know what I was doing. At least not yet. I'm sure he already knew though.

"I'm gettin' off to your voice, what do you think?" My God does he have no shame?

"Join me." NOPE.

Now I was never a beat-around-the-bush kind of guy, and I wasn't going to start today.

I moved to hold the phone between my shoulder and my ear, so my hand could be free. I let my hand run down my chest slowly, my eyes closing.

His voice seemed amplified with my eyes closed and I sighed, letting myself feel his sounds.

"Mm, Hao?"

"Yes babe?"

"I'm a virgin…" There was a pause. Then I heard some shuffling. WHY did I have to go and say that? It was relevant and I was curious to what his reaction would be.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

I'm not lying. At this time, I was a virgin. Maybe not a phone sex virgin, but a virgin.

I've been hit on by random people before. I've been called 'shorty' in an oddly adoring tone. I've been told I have the 'perfect fuck body'. Now that was scary. But I've never had sex. It scared me and I never actually found someone attractive enough to want to do it with them. Until Hao. My first boyfriend. Am I being generic by wanting to do it with my first boyfriend? Whatever.

"That's really hot." He let out a low moan, I think he might have been close.

"That's not… how the hell is it hot, Hao?" I hastened my pace, the pleasure heating up in my groin. I sighed.

"Because I'm imagining myself taking you… for the first time…" He grunted in between short breaths now, and that turned me on almost as much as what he had just said.

I felt my hips begin to buck into my hand as I neared that feeling—that feeling that makes you blind and stupid. I squeezed my erection, pumping myself faster now. God, I wish he was here with me.

"Hao, I'm so close…"

"Mm, me too…"

My breath hitched and I came, spurting over my fist. Letting out soft pants as I slowly eased my jerking, I heard Hao being very vocal with his release—again no shame, but quite cutely if I may.

"Yaaay…"

"I'll pretend I didn't just hear you say yay."