FIC: Phone Sex (EM/EB, NC-17), for 50kinkyways

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Title: Phone Sex
Author: heartofslash
Fandom: RPS
Characters: Ewan McGregor/Eric Bana
Prompt: 23. Phone Sex
Word Count: 666
Rating: NC-17
Author's Notes: Aural experimentation.


Phone Sex

It started with "How come we never have phone sex?"

An innocent question.

Eric batted Ewan on the head with a pillow. "Because I'm lying right beside you, ya git."

And the next day, the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"What are you wearing?"

"Huh?"

"Answer the question."

"Is this some kind of a joke, Eric? Because really, that's the cheesiest line I've ever heard."

"You wanted phone sex."

"Yeah, but not phone sex that sounds like the dialogue was written by George Lucas."

"Fine."

"Okay."

"Take off your clothes."

"That's better."

"You got those clothes off yet? I don't have all day."

"What is this, the grumpy phone sex guy?"

"Ewan..."

"I can't. I'm already naked."

"You are not."

"Am too!"

"You're wearing jeans and a hideous pink and yellow stripey button-up shirt."

Ewan looks around the room with suspicion.

"Where are you?"

"Drop your daks."

Ewan strips.

"Good. Lie on the bed."

"I'm in the living room."

"Duh, Einstien. Get into the bedroom and lie on the bed."

Ewan gets into the bedroom and lies on the bed.

"What now?"

"Spread your legs. Wider."

Ewan spreads.

"Touch your cock."

Ewan touches.

"Tell me how it feels."

"It's kind of soft."

"That's a compliment."

"Don't take it personally. It's a bit chilly and you aren't even here and it's not like I was in the mood when the phone rang and—"

The breath against Ewan's ear is hot.

"Were you under the bed?"

"Are you daft? I was in the closet."

"Not anymore."

"And you're not soft anymore."

"Blow in my ear and I'll follow you anywhere."

"Who's writing the cheesy dialogue now?"

"I thought it went so nicely with 'drop your daks.'" Ewan drops the phone.

Eric flips his cell phone closed. "Touch your cock. Grip it harder. You like those fingers around your cock? No, don't stroke yet. Just hold it. Nice cock. I'd like to feel that cock in my ass. Too bad I'm so far away."

Eric is so close Ewan can hear his heart beat.

"Use your other hand. Touch your balls. Roll them in your hand. Yeah. Tell me how it feels."

"Tight."

"Your balls are tight?"

"Like something's building up inside."

"That's the come I'd be swallowing if I was there."

"Oh."

"Now you can stroke. Harder. Faster. I want to hear your hand slapping against your belly."

"Fuck, Eric."

"You jerking off hard for me?"

"Eric, jesus, fuck, reach out and goddamn touch someone."

"No way. You wanted phone sex – that means you do the work. I'm touching myself too, you know. I've got my big hard dick in my hand and I'm stroking it nice and hard. Ah, fuck, I wish I was there. I wish I could rub our cocks together. If I was there I'd lie on top of you. You'd feel my weight on you, and I'd rub my cock against yours and press our balls together. You can almost feel that, can't you? Come on, make yourself come for me."

"I can't come this quick."

"Yes, you can. Because as soon as you come, I'm going to stop doing phone sex and start doing real sex. Now, make yourself come."

Ewan does. It's fast and explosive and it's not entirely satisfying but he shoots all the way up to his nipples.

Eric stops kneeling beside the bed and straddles Ewan's chest. He beats his cock hard and comes with a grunt. Come spurts out onto Ewan's chest and some of it hits his chin. Then he climbs off with a groan and stands beside the bed looking down at Ewan's come-spattered chest.

"Look at you, all covered in come. Looks much better than that ugly shirt."

"Gee thanks."

"Now get up. You need a shower and then you're going to suck my cock properly. This phone sex thing is fine, but I need a hot mouth on my dick."

Ewan gets up, a little unsteadily. "Yes sir," he says.

Phone sex is fun.

~end~