Mikey blushed even as he stood and headed toward the hallway to his bedroom.
“Hey.”
“Hey, honey.” Cory’s voice flowed over Mikey like syrup, sweet and sticky. “Jimmy called me this morning, but I wanted to check in on you too. How are you holding up?”
Mikey was in his room by then, door closed behind him, and he sat on the edge of his bed. “I’m doing okay. Riley kept me distracted all morning, and then had me helping with dinner and stuff this afternoon. I haven’t had time to get all moody.”
Cory laughed. “Well, good. I like it when you’re not all moody.”
“You and me both.” Mikey lay back on the bed and shoved an extra pillow under his head with his free hand. “Did you have a good day?”
“If doing laundry and cleaning counts as good, then yeah. But hey, the place is sparkling. I’m thinking about having a pool party again soon. Or maybe just a few people over. I dunno.”
“That would be great.” Mikey stared up at the ceiling. “Just a few people would be great. I mean,” he added quickly, “it’s your party, so invite whoever you want, but….”
Cory made a soft sound. “You are the first person on the guest list, and I want to do what’ll make you happy. So just a few people it is. Maybe Monday night? Jimmy said he’ll come back for part of the week. He can’t stay the whole time, but he’ll be back for my show next weekend.”
Mikey had been about to say Jimmy didn’t need to come back into town just for him, but the mention of Cory’s show caught his attention. “Oh fuck. I totally forgot about that. Next Saturday, right?”
“That’s right. And don’t worry. I wouldn’t let you forget. Not after the way you reacted at my last show.”
Mikey’s face warmed at the memory of the first time he’d laid eyes on Cory when he was in the guise of his drag persona, Coco. She’d captured Mikey’s attention from the get-go, and getting to know Cory had only intrigued Mikey more. He couldn’t wait to see Coco strut her stuff again.
“I’m really looking forward to it.” The words came out in a low, breathy tone, unsurprising considering the way Mikey’s body was reacting to his thoughts. Cory’s throaty laugh only made Mikey that much harder.
“How about you tell me about it?”
Mikey blinked. Did Cory want him to…. “Are you asking me for phone sex?” His voice squeaked on the last two words.
“I’m just asking to listen in on whatever you want to do to take care of that hard-on I know you have.”
Mikey swallowed, his semierection going right to full at the thought. The thought of what, he wasn’t sure, but he was pretty sure it was the idea of jerking off for Cory’s listening pleasure that had him suddenly so turned on.
“Honey? You don’t have to do anything you don’t—”
“I want to,” Mikey interrupted, trying to ignore the nervous flutters in his stomach. “Just… give me a couple minutes to get ready.”
“Take all the time you need. I’ll just get comfortable over here.”
Mikey started to put his phone on the bedside table but paused at the last second and, steeling himself, set it on speaker. He stood and crossed over to lock the door, then turned off the overhead light and turned on the lamp instead. With shaking hands he stripped down to his skin before lying back on the bed.
“Crap.” He rolled toward the bedside table as soft laughter came from the phone’s speaker. “Need, um….”
“Tissues? Lube? You get whatever you need. I’ll be right here waiting when you’re ready.”
Mikey thought he’d never be ready, but if he waited until he was, he’d die a virgin in more ways than one. Finally settled, lotion at his side and a box of tissues at the ready, he blew out a breath. “Um… I’ve never done this before,” he admitted, as if that wasn’t obvious already. “I don’t know how to….”
“Just do whatever you normally do, and tell me aaaaall about it.”
Mikey gulped and gave it his
“Hey.”
“Hey, honey.” Cory’s voice flowed over Mikey like syrup, sweet and sticky. “Jimmy called me this morning, but I wanted to check in on you too. How are you holding up?”
Mikey was in his room by then, door closed behind him, and he sat on the edge of his bed. “I’m doing okay. Riley kept me distracted all morning, and then had me helping with dinner and stuff this afternoon. I haven’t had time to get all moody.”
Cory laughed. “Well, good. I like it when you’re not all moody.”
“You and me both.” Mikey lay back on the bed and shoved an extra pillow under his head with his free hand. “Did you have a good day?”
“If doing laundry and cleaning counts as good, then yeah. But hey, the place is sparkling. I’m thinking about having a pool party again soon. Or maybe just a few people over. I dunno.”
“That would be great.” Mikey stared up at the ceiling. “Just a few people would be great. I mean,” he added quickly, “it’s your party, so invite whoever you want, but….”
Cory made a soft sound. “You are the first person on the guest list, and I want to do what’ll make you happy. So just a few people it is. Maybe Monday night? Jimmy said he’ll come back for part of the week. He can’t stay the whole time, but he’ll be back for my show next weekend.”
Mikey had been about to say Jimmy didn’t need to come back into town just for him, but the mention of Cory’s show caught his attention. “Oh fuck. I totally forgot about that. Next Saturday, right?”
“That’s right. And don’t worry. I wouldn’t let you forget. Not after the way you reacted at my last show.”
Mikey’s face warmed at the memory of the first time he’d laid eyes on Cory when he was in the guise of his drag persona, Coco. She’d captured Mikey’s attention from the get-go, and getting to know Cory had only intrigued Mikey more. He couldn’t wait to see Coco strut her stuff again.
“I’m really looking forward to it.” The words came out in a low, breathy tone, unsurprising considering the way Mikey’s body was reacting to his thoughts. Cory’s throaty laugh only made Mikey that much harder.
“How about you tell me about it?”
Mikey blinked. Did Cory want him to…. “Are you asking me for phone sex?” His voice squeaked on the last two words.
“I’m just asking to listen in on whatever you want to do to take care of that hard-on I know you have.”
Mikey swallowed, his semierection going right to full at the thought. The thought of what, he wasn’t sure, but he was pretty sure it was the idea of jerking off for Cory’s listening pleasure that had him suddenly so turned on.
“Honey? You don’t have to do anything you don’t—”
“I want to,” Mikey interrupted, trying to ignore the nervous flutters in his stomach. “Just… give me a couple minutes to get ready.”
“Take all the time you need. I’ll just get comfortable over here.”
Mikey started to put his phone on the bedside table but paused at the last second and, steeling himself, set it on speaker. He stood and crossed over to lock the door, then turned off the overhead light and turned on the lamp instead. With shaking hands he stripped down to his skin before lying back on the bed.
“Crap.” He rolled toward the bedside table as soft laughter came from the phone’s speaker. “Need, um….”
“Tissues? Lube? You get whatever you need. I’ll be right here waiting when you’re ready.”
Mikey thought he’d never be ready, but if he waited until he was, he’d die a virgin in more ways than one. Finally settled, lotion at his side and a box of tissues at the ready, he blew out a breath. “Um… I’ve never done this before,” he admitted, as if that wasn’t obvious already. “I don’t know how to….”
“Just do whatever you normally do, and tell me aaaaall about it.”
Mikey gulped and gave it his
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