Nacho was impatient, on edge.
Sitting on the couch, drinking a beer, Nacho sighed.
It had been 4 days since Lalo was incarcerated after being caught in possession of cocaine.
Nacho didn't have the nerves to visit Lalo in person, he was afraid Lalo would put the blame on him and the business.
Deep down he knew Lalo wouldn't do that. Deep down he knew the real reason why he didn't want to visit in person.
He felt guilty.
Nacho had been getting calls from Don Eladio all day today. It had been tiring and annoying answering to the same voice, asking for favors and whatnot.
The phone rang once again. Nacho sighed once more, picking up the phone.
Unknown number. Strange. Nacho was puzzled. Reluctantly, he picked up.
"Hey, Nachíto!" a familiar voice called from the phone.
Nacho's stomach dropped.
"Lalo? How did you call?" Nacho inquired, throat tight.
"I have my ways and my people." Lalo smirked.
"Is this being recorded? You know how people are." Nacho groaned.
He heard a bellow of laughter from the phone.
"Silly Nacho. No, this is a burner phone. I told you, I have my ways." The phone crackled, service poor.
Nacho rubbed his eyes and exhaled.
"Okay, what do you need?" He finally said.
There was a slight pause. Lalo was thinking.
"I need a favor. From you, personally, Nacho." His voice low, almost a whisper.
Nacho tilted his head.
"Okay, what exactly?"
"You know how intimate we can get? I need some of that right now."
Nacho's eyes squinted.
"What, you want me to sneak in the building or something?" Nacho half-joked, curious.
Lalo chuckled.
"No, tonto! It'd be over the phone. I want you to pull down your pants and get hard for me."
Nacho's eyes widened. He had never done this before.
He hesitated, yet obeyed.
"Are you sure? How will this work?" Nacho asked genuinely.
"Hush, querído. I'll guide you." Lalo's voice was a whisper now.
Nacho gulped, nervous yet aroused.
He was already beginning to get hard.
He could hear Lalo unbuckling his belt from over the phone.
"Nacho, I want you to stroke yourself. I'll guide you to my pace."
Nacho stuttered.
"Okay, guide me."
Lalo was rock hard by this time. He was already touching himself.
Lalo sighed.
"Alright. I want you to go up.. up to the tip,"
Nacho followed his orders.
"...And down. Down to the base. Keep doing like that. Up and down." Lalo ordered.
Nacho kept the pace. Up and down, just like he said. Up and down, at Lalo's pace.
The men were jacking themselves off at the same pace.
Lalo quickened his pace.
"Faster, Nachíto. I want you to go faster."
Nacho tried his best to keep up. He was hard at this point.
Lalo could hear Nacho's breaths hasten over the phone. That only turned him on even more.
Lalo started to stroke even faster, at his peak.
"Faster, Nachíto. Try to keep up with me." Lalo said breathily.
Nacho was almost panting at this point, yet he obeyed.
"Lalo, I'm gonna.." Nacho gripped the phone tighter.
Lalo chuckled.
"Can't you last a few more seconds, bebíto?" The phone speaker was jumpy, for the service was not the best.
Nacho came to a climax. He couldn't control himself. He groaned, ejaculating on his couch and legs, holding the phone up to his ear.
Soon after, Lalo followed.
"Oh, Nachíto, I wish you were here!" He said as he climaxed.
Nacho was out of breath. He lay there, ejaculate on his legs and couch, holding the phone up to his ear.
"This might be the only time I wished I was in jail." Nacho joked.
Lalo laughed.
"I love you, hermoso."
The two men sat there, on the phone, not saying anything. Just letting their breath go.
Nacho chimed in.
"Hey, I'm gonna go clean up. Call me tomorrow, okay? Have a good night."
"Leaving so soon, Nacho?" Lalo frowned lightheartedly.
"Sorry, Eladio's been on my ass with favors. Gotta finish the errands." Nacho sighed.
Lalo groaned.
"I understand. Buenas noches, mi amor."
"Adíos." Nacho said.
The phone buzzed and hung up.
Nacho grabbed a rag from the bathroom and wiped himself down. He washed the rag and called Eladio.
"Hey, about that favor you asked of me. Where am I supposed to go?"
~Fin
