Steddie/harringrove one shots

[You can't call me like this.]

Billy is Steve's therapist, one night Steve gets a little too drunk and decided to text the other man.

Billy's pov-

I wake up to my phone ringing, looking at my alarm clock it said 1am. Why and who was calling this late? I grab my phone and look at the caller idea "Steve", one of my clients? Hanging it up I text him

(Billy>Hey, if this is an emergency tell me. Otherwise we can talk about it in your next session.)

A few minutes go by and he doesn't answer. Assuming he's fine I shut my phone off only to hear it ringing a minute later.
Answering it I whisper out in a groggy tone "What is it Steve?" I could heat noises coming through but he wasn't speaking, soon realizing what was happening my mouth hung open. "Steve are you... touching yourself?" The noises had been him whimpering and whining, letting out small gasps and moans "M-mister Hargrove!~" He said in a sloppy voice.  Sitting up right i collected my thoughts "You can't call me like this." I stated and he whined out "I need you!" Gripping my sheets in one hand I could feel my dick twitch in my pajama pants.

Steve's pov-

After a long night and a few drinks I decided to do what I've wanted to do since I started therapy. My mind was racing as I started to touch myself, thinking about his hands all over me I moaned. I've been keeping these feelings locked away. I felt ashamed but with the amount of Alcohol I has consumed I didn't give a fuck anymore. Dialing his number I put the phone up to my ear as I began to push a finger into my hole. The call was declined.

Looking at my phone I groaned, he had sent me a text. Too pit of it to read what it had said I bit my lip and called again a minute later. I knew he was awake now.
"What is it steve" He said as he picked up, I let out a faint whimper as I slid another finger into myself. His voice could send me over the edge no problem. Focusing in on the phone call I could feel myself growing closer to my finish,etting out soft moans He spoke again. "Steve are you... touching yourself? He said  his voice sounded more alert now then it was before. "M-mister Hargrove!~" I moaned, I could hear his breath hitch and shuffling around "You can't call me like this" He said and I smiled. He knew for sure now and he wasn't hanging up "I need you!" I let out a breathy moan as I fucked into my own ass. I could hear his breathing pick up as I continued to abuse my hole. Nothing but moans filled the call, he was silent for what felt like hours.

"Prove it." He said in a low tone. I swear I almost came right then and there. My body jolted as I hit my prostate. "H-how?" I moaned out breathlessly. Not even 30 seconds later "Turn on your camera." He commanded. Taking my phone away from my ear I propped my phone up against my bed frame, sitting in front of it. Turning on the camera, his pops up a second later. "God you're just whoring yourself out to me." He says and I bite my lip nodding "Only to you.. I only want you" I mumble under my breath and A grin paints itself across his face. My hands roam my body, closing my eyes I imagine his hands on mine, guiding them. "Don't touch yoursf." He says sternly and my eyes shoot open letting out a whimper he stares into my soul through the phone. "Remove your hands from your body. Now." He says again and I take my hands away slowly, they feel like they're stuck on as I pull them off.

"You're going go go to bed and call me in the morning. When you're sober." He says and I furrow my eyebrows, I could have sworn he was into it.. "What! Why??" I say and he sighs "your my patient. Not my partner. We'll talk tomorrow. " He says and hangs up. What a douche.

TBC I have bigger plans for this one. It was originally gonna be phone sex but I couldn't get into it.