"Strip."

Flynn obeys the voice on the other side of the camera, lifting his shirt slowly over his shoulders and dropping his pants down to his ankles. It's a surprise to him how much more embarrassing it is to be naked on webcam. While he's normally just focused on the feeling of Yuri's body against his with no fear of all of the imperfections on his body, when his body is laid bare on the webcam and he can see himself in the small box in the corner, it's easier to think about what Yuri might see wrong with his body.

They wouldn't have to Skype at all if not for a sudden snowstorm crashing their plans. Both attend the same university, and once winter break started, they had intended to go visit their separate families for a week before meeting back at Yuri's. But an unexpected snowstorm had knocked out power to the city, keeping Flynn stranded in his home. Power was slowly returning to a few neighborhoods, and Flynn's was fortunately one of them, leaving him free to Skype as he pleased. But the airport and all transportation are still shut down for the time being.

"Come on. You know what to do. Touch yourself for me." Yuri's voice is perfectly calm, and Flynn does as he says without bothering to question if he's done this before. Chances are he wouldn't like the answer. One hand strokes his cock as the other runs along his chest, and his heart quickens a bit. "I can't see. Turn your camera down." Flynn does so rather unwillingly, quickly returning the webcam to his face. On Yuri's end, he can see the other man's arm moving, and he knows Yuri is doing the same as him.

The black haired man smirks as he sees Flynn watching. "Close your eyes. Can you feel me? My lips pressed against yours, my teeth running along your jaw while my fingers are…" He trails off, and Flynn opens his eyes. Yuri is still there, watching him closely, and the other man turns the camera downward so Flynn can see his erection. "You can see me right? I'm ready for you to be inside. Can you feel how my ass tightens around your cock?" Flynn has to resist the urge to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation, but as Yuri continues he is once again swept up in the moment. "I didn't know if you'd fit at first, but you feel so good…"

Flynn's breaths come harder and his hips move inadvertently in time with the motions of his hands. "Let me see," Yuri demands, and Flynn turns the camera down right before spilling into his hands with a soft "f-fuck." As for Yuri, Flynn needs only to see his face to know he's going to follow suit soon.

But seconds later he hears footsteps on the stairs leading to his room.

Mom.

In a flash he slams the laptop shut, shoves it under the bed, and dives under the covers. His door is opened moments later, and his mom pokes her head through the crack. "Flynn? I wanted to let you know that the news say the roads should be cleared off tomorrow so you can go see that friend of yours."

"Great," Flynn responds. "Goodnight, Mom."

"Goodnight, dear."

Flynn listens to his mother's footsteps slowly fade, and he presses his face into his cool pillow with a sigh, grateful he can leave tomorrow. Yuri, he decides, will just have to finish off on his own.

Not only is Skype sex rather embarrassing, it's also dangerous.