Practice (Charlie x Danny)

Practice

Charlie smiled down at his phone, a message from his boyfriend upon it. It was a picture of Danny smiling, making half of a heart with his hand, and the caption: miss you

Charlie sent back a picture of himself making the other half of the heart. miss you, too

He kicked his shoes off and laid down on top of the covers on his bed. He'd initially planned to watch some tv, but then his phone lit up with another message from Danny. Charlie, I miss you a LOT

Charlie responded immediately. I know, I miss you a ton, Danny. But you'll be home in a few days.

Yeah, but I want to be with you now. I want to kiss you again, and I want you to hold me. I want other things, too.

Charlie gasped. He absolutely adored just cuddling and making out with Danny. But he'd be lying if he said he'd never had sexual thoughts about his boyfriend. He didn't want to rush Danny or pressure him, and so he kept those thoughts to himself. Danny's message was sort of a shock to him.

He decided to respond with: What kinds of other things?

Charlie got sent another picture. He glanced at it briefly, before throwing his phone done on the bed. He calmed himself down, picking the phone back up and lying back comfortably.

The picture was of Danny, his back against a wall. He was holding the hem of his shirt between his teeth, exposing his gorgeous chest and abs. His jeans hung low on him, too. Charlie bit down hard on his lip, reluctantly tearing his eyes from the picture when he saw that Danny had messaged him again.

I've been thinking, and I'm ready to take things further with you, Jordon. The next time I see you, I want you to take me home. To your bed. I want to make love to you.

God damn, Danny...If you're sure, then I want that too.

I'm sure. And, I figured if you're not doing anything tonight...we could practice?

Sorry, just making sure I understand you. You wanna keep sending pictures back and forth? Sext?

Yeah.

Okay. Is it my turn to send a picture, then?

Sure is. Don't keep me waiting. ;)

Charlie was buzzing. He was very excited for tonight, but knowing that Danny was down to fuck the next time they saw each other? Even more arousing. He ultimately decided to take a picture of himself with his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, pulled down just enough that you could make out the shape of his growing hard-on through his boxers. He sent it.

Danny messaged him quickly. Did I do that?

Charlie moaned and palmed himself, texting shakily with one hand. Yes.

Danny sent a picture. His shirt was off now, and he was lying on the bed in his hotel room. He had his thumb on his bottom lip, staring very seductively at the camera. Charlie felt a pleasant shudder go through him.

Fuck, Danny...I want you.

I want you, too. Badly.

Charlie pulled the waistband of his boxers down, his dick springing free. He groaned, giving himself a few long strokes, before sending a picture of his erect cock to Danny.

Holy shit, Jordon...

Is that a good 'holy shit' or a bad 'holy shit'?

Good. Very good. I wish I was there. I wanna taste you.