Imagination
"Grissom."
"It's me again." I have made myself comfy on the bed. Gil's voice is a bit tired. "did I wake you?"
"Not really."
"Man, I miss you so! I wish I could feel you right now. I would bite you, Gil."
"Warrick!" he chides me softly. So what? Nobody can hear us.
"Yeah, bite your neck where you like it most, Gil. I can nearly taste you, when I close my eyes." I really can. I have my eyes closed and I can actually taste him. Almost as if he's really here with me.
"Rick?"
"Yeah..."
"What are you doing?"
"Ugh......" shit, he's noticed. I should have known! Ah, heck! "I have my hand around my dick, Gil. It's so hard, Gil." I bite my lower lip. His voice is enough to give me a fucking rock-hard boner and my hand pumping me slowly does not exactly help in terms of decency. He must have heard my panting breath.
"God, Warrick!" Gil growls. I know that tone, it's that husky bedroom-growl. Jesus Christ, I'm turning him on just like he does me. Arch-conservative Gil Grissom is about to have phone-sex with me!
"Gil? I want you to close your eyes.....feel me tweak your nipples, Gil....feel how I pinch them until they are hard." I whisper into the phone. My hand has abandoned my dick for a moment to mimic the moves I just suggested. The effect is fucking good, shooting straight to my groin.
"Yessss......" Gil is hardly audible but I can tell by his voice that he does what I told him.
"And I'd suck your balls, give them a good tongue-bath. Oh, Gil, I can smell that warm musky scent of your crotch!.......Are you hard?" This is crazy, but in a hot way. I've never done this before but my imagination and longing together are strong enough to create a perfect illusion, one strong enough to let me get fully immersed.
"God, Rick! How could I not! I want you…!"
My hand is back. Center of my hunger, hard and hot and throbbing. I'm nearly aching for release but I want to hear him, want to hear him come.
"You can have me, you know that. Take me hard and fast like you did at your place, God!" I should get a headset! I could need a second hand on me right now. Oh. My. God! I could need something inside me right now! If not Gil then at least my fingers. I can feel the muscles of my ass responding to the picture we created, can feel how they gently contract, longing for the wonderful stretch Gil uses to give me. But I have to hold that fucking phone. My other hand speeds up to compensate for the lack.
"Warrick, you're so tight, so hot."
"Almost there, Gil, almost…"
The reply is a long, ragged moan that betrays Gil's climax. That sound takes me over the edge. All those miles between us are gone as we share our passion. We're so in synch with each other, distance doesn't count at all.
I grab my shorts and wipe my belly clean before I roll up and hug myself. I still miss him, probably even more now.
"Ricky? You there?" Gil is still breathless.
"Yeah..."
"God, Ricky, that....you....I needed that!"
"Same here, Gil." I whisper slowly. We're not too talkative in the afterglow and talking now is somehow odd. "Don't you have to get up early?"
"Yes, but I wouldn't want to have missed this. You need sleep yourself, Rick. Sweet dreams."
"Sweet dreams, Gil." I sigh and am just about to hang up when he calls my name again.
"Oh, Warrick? I love you." Click. The line is dead. Leaves me with a racing heart. I positively count the hours until he returns.
Only two more nights.
Who can tell what will happen until then?
Neverending two nights to go...
"Grissom."
"It's me again." I have made myself comfy on the bed. Gil's voice is a bit tired. "did I wake you?"
"Not really."
"Man, I miss you so! I wish I could feel you right now. I would bite you, Gil."
"Warrick!" he chides me softly. So what? Nobody can hear us.
"Yeah, bite your neck where you like it most, Gil. I can nearly taste you, when I close my eyes." I really can. I have my eyes closed and I can actually taste him. Almost as if he's really here with me.
"Rick?"
"Yeah..."
"What are you doing?"
"Ugh......" shit, he's noticed. I should have known! Ah, heck! "I have my hand around my dick, Gil. It's so hard, Gil." I bite my lower lip. His voice is enough to give me a fucking rock-hard boner and my hand pumping me slowly does not exactly help in terms of decency. He must have heard my panting breath.
"God, Warrick!" Gil growls. I know that tone, it's that husky bedroom-growl. Jesus Christ, I'm turning him on just like he does me. Arch-conservative Gil Grissom is about to have phone-sex with me!
"Gil? I want you to close your eyes.....feel me tweak your nipples, Gil....feel how I pinch them until they are hard." I whisper into the phone. My hand has abandoned my dick for a moment to mimic the moves I just suggested. The effect is fucking good, shooting straight to my groin.
"Yessss......" Gil is hardly audible but I can tell by his voice that he does what I told him.
"And I'd suck your balls, give them a good tongue-bath. Oh, Gil, I can smell that warm musky scent of your crotch!.......Are you hard?" This is crazy, but in a hot way. I've never done this before but my imagination and longing together are strong enough to create a perfect illusion, one strong enough to let me get fully immersed.
"God, Rick! How could I not! I want you…!"
My hand is back. Center of my hunger, hard and hot and throbbing. I'm nearly aching for release but I want to hear him, want to hear him come.
"You can have me, you know that. Take me hard and fast like you did at your place, God!" I should get a headset! I could need a second hand on me right now. Oh. My. God! I could need something inside me right now! If not Gil then at least my fingers. I can feel the muscles of my ass responding to the picture we created, can feel how they gently contract, longing for the wonderful stretch Gil uses to give me. But I have to hold that fucking phone. My other hand speeds up to compensate for the lack.
"Warrick, you're so tight, so hot."
"Almost there, Gil, almost…"
The reply is a long, ragged moan that betrays Gil's climax. That sound takes me over the edge. All those miles between us are gone as we share our passion. We're so in synch with each other, distance doesn't count at all.
I grab my shorts and wipe my belly clean before I roll up and hug myself. I still miss him, probably even more now.
"Ricky? You there?" Gil is still breathless.
"Yeah..."
"God, Ricky, that....you....I needed that!"
"Same here, Gil." I whisper slowly. We're not too talkative in the afterglow and talking now is somehow odd. "Don't you have to get up early?"
"Yes, but I wouldn't want to have missed this. You need sleep yourself, Rick. Sweet dreams."
"Sweet dreams, Gil." I sigh and am just about to hang up when he calls my name again.
"Oh, Warrick? I love you." Click. The line is dead. Leaves me with a racing heart. I positively count the hours until he returns.
Only two more nights.
Who can tell what will happen until then?
Neverending two nights to go...