Summary: Elliot and Olivia get frisky over FaceTime.

AN: I am going to apologize ahead of time. I've not felt like writing AT ALL for the last several weeks. This one just came to me. I typed it up quickly and decided to post it so I don't lose motivation. I'm sorry if it's not that great or doesn't quite fit with the rest of the series. It just felt good to write again and I think it's still a decently good and funny chapter. I hope that this jump starts my desire to write more often again.

Like always, no beta.

Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed.

Lastly, I've noticed that Sibling Chats has significantly fewer hit than this story - like less than half as many. If you haven't checked it out, it's a companion story to be read with this one, so give it a gander if you have time (It's on AO3).


"Are we really going to do this?" Olivia asks nervously at her iPad before looking around her hotel room. She's relaxing against the soft, cushioned headboard of the king-sized bed in her suite. Anxiously she looks down at her pajamas, a cozy, though not at all sexy, matched set of shorts and a button up short-sleeve shirt, white with a navy-blue hem outline.

"Hell yes we are! You're stuck in training all week, and when are we going to get the chance to do this again?" Elliot answers as he tugs his shirt over his head, leaving him in his ratty basketball shorts that may be older than Eli when he looks back at her through his own iPad resting on his mattress. He'd been thinking of doing this ever since she'd announced her week-long work trip for a seminar, but it took him a few days to talk her into it, and he wasn't about to give up now.

Seeing that she hasn't moved, but was still eyeing her pajama set, Elliot commands easily, "Undress."

"Undress?" she questions, looking at him with a cocked brow and displeased frown. Fooling around via FaceTime was his idea, and he was so adamant about doing it, that she'd assumed that he would have planned a better lead than undress. "I guess a little romance and warm up is too much to ask for?"

Smirking, Elliot looks up from his waist where he's already leaning back on his upper back with his hips lifted and pushing his shorts down. He stops, tugging them back up and sitting again. "Sorry, I'm just…uh, excited to do this with you."

"Well, I need a little more than undress, El," she grumbles, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Hmmm, alright," he nods and mutters as he considers what to do next. When he'd first proposed that they do this while she was away this week, he didn't really think ahead. Well, nothing more than naked Olivia touching herself, anyway.

He grins, giving her a more relaxed look, and instructs, "Unbutton your shirt, but don't take off yet, just part it a little." He follows up quickly with "Start at the top, baby," when he sees that she's reaching towards the bottom hem.

Olivia listens, takes a deep breath, and slowly works the buttons of her white pajama top through their loops. Elliot watches with rapt attention as she barely pushes the sides apart to reveal the lightly tan skin down her center, sternum to belly button. Her eyes lift back to the iPad, now sitting on the bed near her knees. She has to wear her glasses to see him on the screen, but she doesn't think he will mind them tonight.

Elliot doesn't mind them at all. He loves the way she looks in her glasses, often staring at her when she's focusing on her phone or computer, and they are teetering precariously on the tip of her nose when she will look back up at him. And the caveman side of him really wishes she'd wear them in bed, especially when going down on him. He has some very bad, bad thoughts about covering those glasses with his cum.

Elliot bites his lip at the thought, and goes on, his voice deepening with every word. "Good, now just run your hands over your soft skin under your shirt. I want you to warm yourself up and think of how my hands feel when I touch you."

Olivia does as he says again, starting softly at first before adding more pressure the way he would when his hands roam over her body, pressing in and grasping her. They don't often do this—watch each other, command each other. But she enjoys the deep, husky tone to his voice. It reverberates through her, calming her nerves about this, and arousing her.

Elliot watches her through his screen, feeling the soft material of his pants stretching as his cock swells. He loves it when his strong, independent, takes-no-shit-from-anyone Captain listens to him, easily follows his directions. She doesn't do it often, but when she does, he tries to burn every moment into his brain.

He can hear the way her breath changes through the small speaker, despite the low volume. He wishes he'd grabbed his AirPods from the living room before they started. He knows that her eventual soft whimpers, her panting his name when she comes, would sound so much better directly in his ears.

But he stupidly left them on his coffee table and Dickie is still out there watching some movie. Elliot is babysitting Noah while Olivia is at her seminar, and the two of them plus Dickie are going to a ball game tomorrow. Dickie came over for dinner and decided to crash here rather than arrive tomorrow. Elliot enjoyed the night with his son and Noah, but now he's regretting allowing him to stay over.

Cognizant of his overnight guests, Elliot lowers his tone even more, just above a rough whisper. "That feel good, baby? Do you like the way my hands feel on you?"

Her eyes closed, Olivia nods, "Yes. You always know just how to touch me, El. Warm and rough. I need more now."

"Take off your shirt, let me see you." His voice is low, grumbling his instructions.

Again, she listens, sliding the top off her shoulders and tossing it aside on the expansive bed before resting against the pillows again.

"Gorgeous Liv, you are gorgeous. I love that I get to see you like this. If I were there, I'd kiss down your chest and suck on your nipples. Fuck," he growls, feeling the flush of arousal cover his chest. "I love the way they feel in my mouth. Touch them now, like I would. Start soft then tug on them a bit, like I do when I suck on you."

Olivia's fingers find her breasts, first squeezing then gently rolling her nipples between her fingers before tugging and pinching more roughly as Elliot would.

"Feels so good," she responds breathily before opening her eyes so see him sitting stock still, frozen as he watches her, his eyes wide and focused, his chest flushing red. "Are you hard, El?"

He doesn't need to look down to know the answer, but he does. The thick outline of him is visible under the thin blue material. "So fucking hard, Liv," he growls, "You make me so hard."

Olivia falls back against the headboard as her fingers continue to move. "Why aren't you touching yourself?"

Elliot shakes his head, and his hands grip his thighs tightly, his fingers digging into his muscle trying to slow his desire. "I want to savor this, watching you. If I touch myself now, it will be over too soon," he admits gruffly.

She huffs, but continues touching herself, letting one palm slide down her stomach to her shorts.

Catching the movement, Elliot agrees, "Yea, take those off now. I want you naked. I want to see all of you. Christ, Liv, you are so sexy."

"You too El," she commands as she pushes her shorts and panties down her legs before returning to her spot.

Elliot tugs his shorts down over his hips, kicking them off the bed, his hands balling into fists on the comforter next to his legs, using all his effort not to touch himself yet. He wasn't just winding her up, this whole scenario has him excited and ready to go. He knows that it won't take much to send him over the edge.

Olivia bites her lip at the view. Elliot's position matches her position in bed, leaning back against the headrest. His strong, wide chest covers much of her screen, though she can see his cock, swollen and hard, resting against his low abdomen.

"What now?" she asks, her hands back on her breasts.

"Now we get to the good stuff. I want to watch you touch yourself, however you usually do it."

Mild hesitation and nerves return, as Olivia waivers, "I don't usually do it in front of a camera."

"Nah, but you do it when we are together. I love watching the way your fingers work over your clit when I'm fucking you."

Leading with two fingers, Olivia presses through her trimmed curls, finding her clit for a few moments, softly circling and then stroking up and down, before running gently through her labia, just feeling, and getting her body ready for what's to come.

"Move the camera baby, your leg is in my way. I want to see you, all of you," Elliot growls as he grabs some lube from his nightstand, and then finally takes a hold of his erection, not able to wait any longer, moving quickly once he's slick.

His desperate groan pulls her attention back to the screen.

"Slow down El," Olivia says gently to him when she moves the iPad lower on the bed and between her legs. She can see how on edge he is, his tip glistening with precum and his hand moving quicker than she expected. In the back of her mind she knows her calls to slow down are a lost cause. There is something about this – them doing this on camera; her following his commands as they filter through her iPad; and watching him lose control on the screen all because of her, that has her careering towards an orgasm sooner than she could have expected. Her entire body is alight with excitement, but she wants to watch him.

There is not much hotter, in her mind, than watching Elliot touch himself for her. The way his forearm flexes as moves, the grip of his hand on his cock, and the way his cock never seems to stop growing, getting fuller and fuller, dripping onto his belly as it can barely contain its excitement turns her on to no end. His entire body flexes as his head falls back and his neck and chest flushes deeper red as his own arousal grows. The sight is one she loves to see again and again.

He grunts in acknowledgment but struggles to slow his fist when he opens his eyes and takes in his view. Olivia is laid back on the bed, but closest to the camera are her soft, open thighs, her wet, pink pussy front and center, and her body relaxing against the pillows fills the background. Her hand covers her from his view as it moves slowly, adding pressure before dipping her two middle fingers in, just to their first knuckle, then the second, then all the way in.

He groans again as he sees her moisture cover the tips of her fingers and her eyes slowly shut, her lids too heavy with arousal to stay open. "God…fuck…just like that baby. Keep touching yourself…you are so wet. I wish I was there. I want to taste you."

"I love it when you do that, fuck me with your tongue. God," she pants, her chest heaving as she feels the pleasure building in her center, her fingers move deeper and curl up, and her thumb finding her clit. "You are so good at that, so good, so good…"

Elliot's hand moves faster and faster as his fist tightens. He didn't mean for it to happen this quickly, it felt like they had just started. It had only been a few days since they'd been together, rocking slowly and quietly, wrapped up in each other in his bed as the morning light gleamed through his window before they had to depart for work. But the sight of her touching herself, watching her fingers move over her cunt with a purpose, as she tells him how badly she wants his tongue on her, in her, it's over too soon.

"Shit! Liv...sorry…fuck, I'm gonna cum," he groans low, and as quietly as he can, as his cock grows and twitches in his and he erupts over his stomach.

It takes a moment before he's aware of his surroundings, but his room is unnervingly quiet. He can't hear her anymore, and he knows that she's not silent when she comes, even when she tries her hardest. His eyes jerk open and he lifts his head to look at his iPad. He can see her, her fingers still moving though her thighs have slammed shut over her hand and her back is arched. Just barely he can see that her jaw is dropped open. He knows that should be able to hear her, her moans and whining, her panting his name "El, oh god, El," or a continued string of "yes…yes…yes."

But nothing, not a single sound comes through his iPad.

Quickly but clumsily, his motor movements not fully returned, he grabs his device and presses the volume button. "Liv, Liv…I can't hear you," he says in a panic.


Dickie flops onto the couch with a beer in one hand and his phone in another. He's pulled up TikTok and is scrolling through, but he wants to hear the videos without risking disturbing Noah. He scans the living room until he sees AirPods on the coffee table. Perfect!

Popping the lid, he places a bud in each ear and works to connect them to the Bluetooth on his phone.

Sound starts to fill his ears as takes another sip of his beer. It's a deep, husky panting and gruff groan, with wet, sloppy sounds.

He looks at his TikTok app trying to figure out what video is making this noise. But before he can swipe to the next video his dad's voice comes through low but clear, but gravelly, and then followed by a woman's voice, equally breathy.

"Shit! Liv...sorry…fuck, I'm gonna…"

"Yes…yes…El. Shit! Oh El…"

"OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!" Dickie yells, slamming his beer on the table and yanking the buds from his ears and throwing them, then locking his phone and placing it face down on the couch as if it was in on the cruel joke. His wide, unseeing eyes follow them as they slide across the floor.

Finally, his head whips back to his dad's bedroom door. Seeing it closed and no one rushing through, he shakes his head and shudders at the thought of his dad and Olivia doing that just feet away. He picks the bottle back up and chugs the rest of his beer before standing to get something stronger.


Suddenly, as quick as the sound disappeared, the it returns. Elliot can hear Olivia's fast inhales and exhales as she works to catch her breath fill his room, drowning out what sounds like glass slamming and shouting on the television. He presses the volume down button, and looks around his room, fearful that Dickie might come rushing in. But when he doesn't Elliot relaxes back against his headboard.

"El, everything okay?" Olivia whispers as she comes down and pulls the iPad to her lap, finally noticing his panicked look.

"Yea, yea," he answers, running a hand over his face and his shirt over his belly, wishing that he'd had the forethought to put a clean hand towel in his room. "Everything is perfect. That was…fuck, Liv. I almost want you to go out of state more often," he jokes, giving her his full attention again.

Chuckling softly she calls him out, "No you don't. You'd miss me too much."

"Damn straight. As hot as that was, and that was hot, nothing beats the real deal."

She agrees before her jaw drops in a yawn. "Sorry, long day," she mumbles behind her hand as her yawn stretches on.

He grins in masculine pride, his chest swelling as if he played an important role in tiring her out. "I get it. I should let you get some sleep. And me too, we have an early start tomorrow."

"Thanks again for watching Noah while–"

Elliot interrupts, his hand coming up to cover most of the screen. "Stop thanking me. It's nothing. I love him, Liv. He's always welcome in my home and to my time. Always."

"I know, I just…" she trails off, shaking her head and reaching for her pajamas, feeling cold and a little vulnerable in her nakedness now.

"I know," he nods as he watches her move, knowing just how hard it is for her to be so open and trusting, both in general and with him.

Giving him a soft and tired look, she finally just says, "I love you, El."

"Love you too. Now get some sleep."

"You too. Good night," she says as she pulls her shorts up and slips her top on, her iPad falling on the mattress and facing up towards the ceiling.

Elliot waits for her to look back at the screen, her hair disheveled, before he says, "G'night," and ends their call.

He pulls his shorts on and hops out of bed to look for a new shirt. Just as pulls one from his dresser and tugs it over his head Elliot hears a knock at his door.

Afraid that maybe it's Noah knocking after being awakened by whatever Dickie is watching on the television, he rushes to his door and pulls it open. He looks down to see the boy, but he only sees Dickie's hand extended and open with his AirPods resting in his palm.

"What's this?" He asks, confused and then looking up to see Dickie, who won't meet his eye. It only takes another second before it dawns on him, the reason why his iPad went completely silent for a moment.. Elliot's eyes widen and his cheeks flush, quickly he plucks the AirPods from Dickie's hand. "We won't speak of this ever."

"Nope," Dickie nods. "Never."

Dickie returns to the living room and pulls out his phone once more.

Settling back into his bed, Elliot sees a text notification on his phone. Thinking it's a Goodnight text from Olivia, he opens it up and starts reading.

Katie

DAAAAAAADDDDD

Really?!

While Dickie was in the living room?