Summary:
It's a hot day in Sunset Bird and Cove is a bit bored in the heat. A text and picture from his boyfriend gets him more worked up than it should.Notes:
I use they/them pronouns for Riley in this work. Takes place during Step 3, so both are 18. You could probably replace Riley's name with your MC's if you want to read to that way.Warning(s): Idk, Cove masturbating...
Word Count:1169 (hehe nice)
Cove starred up at the ceiling from his spread out position on his bed, which had been stripped of all its blankets. It was far too hot and stuffy to even question laying on the blankets; nevermind being under the blankets. Groaning to himself, Cove reached for his phone. Time was passing slowly and he didn't have work today either.
On his phone, there were few messages from Miranda and Terri in the group chat. Reading through a few of them, it didn't seem like anything Cove needed to respond to immediately. He moved on to his private messages with Riley, smiling to himself just seeing Riley's name in his contacts. He typed up a quick message to his boyfriend. Cove was bored and text was probably the only thing that didn't feel so exhausting.
Cove: Hey, what are you up to?
Cove: If you're up to anything given this heat
Luckily, Cove didn't wait long for Riley to respond and his face lit up at seeing those three dots.
Riley: Eh– 🤷
Riley: Yeah I'm not doing much here. Just laying in bed reading
No surprises there, that's always what Riley does on overly hot days. Cove started typing to ask what his boyfriend was reading this time around, only to stop when Riley sent a picture. Cove smiled and felt his heart flutter as he looked at the selfie of Riley. Sure, there was nothing different about this picture than any other picture he had of them. Still it made Cove happy.
Though Cove did take notice of something... off? The fabric of their chest didn't have connecting sleeves, leaving Riley's neck and shoulders bare except for a necklace. The fabric also reminded Cove more of a blanket than any shirt or dress Riley owned. He ultimately concluded that it was Riley's blanket.
Cove: I know you like layers, but isn't it a bit warm for a blanket?
It was mostly a teasing text, though if Riley seriously thought they needed a blanket in this heat....
Riley: Hahaha very funny Cove
Riley: It is too hot, to the point I took off my shirt a while ago. Figured sending you a picture of my tits without warming might not go well lol
Rereading that message for the third time, Cove's mind continued to wander into dangerous territory. He didn't need a mirror to know how red his face was at that moment. The only conclusion he came to was that right now his boyfriend was shirtless. Being so caught up in his head, Cove nearly missed Riley's next texts.
Riley: Oh–
Riley: Shit, I'm so sorry Cove
Riley: I didn't think before sending that!
Riley: Just uh– ignore I said anything
How can he ignore that now?! If he thought it was hot in his room before— well, now he might as well die from the heat. The strain in his pants wasn't helping. Cove knew he shouldn't be thinking of Riley like this... it's rude? Maybe? Creepy was probably a better descriptive. But he couldn't help it! His dick had a mind of its own and his own brain was fried from the heat and this new knowledge Riley accidentally gave him.
Riley: I'm really sorry if I made you uncomfortable Cove
Riley: That was NOT my intention 😢
He wasn't uncomfortable— well his erection paired with the heat— but that probably was not what his boyfriend was referring to. Cove shakenly held his phone trying to type out a message to calm Riley's anxiety.
Cove: No–
Cove: I mean I'm good
Cove: Just a little... stunned?
Cove turned off his phone and tossed it to the other end of his bed. He– he needed a minute. To decide what to do. This erection wasn't going anywhere if he did nothing, especially if he thought kept running wild like this. Cove knew his dad wasn't home, and wouldn't be home for a few hours. That'd be more than enough time for him to deal with... his problem.
Cove sighed as he resigned himself to his new fate. Because he was not going to walk around with his body all worked up over WORDS! Riley hadn't even actually sent him a picture of their breast and he was still all worked up. The more he thought about it, the more embarrassed he was over his own reaction.
Frustrated, Cove pulled down his shorts and underwear enough to release his dick from the confines of his clothes. It stood fully erect and painfully hard. He groaned and questioned mentally if he was really going to do this... if he was being honest he'd definitely masturbated before. He just usually tried to keep Riley out of his direct thoughts when he did. (he didn't usually succeed, but he was trying!)
His hands shook and felt so sweaty as he grabbed the base of dick. A breathy moan left his lips as he started up slow strokes. Cove didn't expect it to feel better than any other time he did this? He wasn't doing anything different... except thinking of his boyfriend in the most deplorable ways he could. What would Riley think if they knew what Cove was doing?
He didn't hold in any of his moans as used his thumb to rub his tip and started spreading the precum down the side of his dick. Without much thought, Cove's hand moved a bit faster; the other gripped the one piece of fabric still on his bed, his sheets. Cove through the side of his face into his pillows as he gripped his aching dick a bit harder. His mind wondered what it would feel like to lay his face on Riley's breast.... He felt guilt of thinking like that, but also undeniable pleasure at the thought. His dick twitched as Cove thought more and more about his boyfriend's breast.
He felt a moment of shame as he got closer to his orgasm, but he didn't let it stop him. A few more frantic, quick, strokes and several moans in between, and Cove reached the needed climax. Cumming over his chest/shirt that had rid up as he had been jacking off. Groaning once more, he buried his face back into his pillows; not caring how sweaty he was or the heat in the room. The embarrassment was too much and he decided to lay there for a few more moments before he'd start cleaning himself up.
Cove knew he likely wouldn't be looking Riley in the eyes for days. Maybe he should pick up a few more shifts at work to avoid them easier. Less he die of guilt and embarrassment on the spot.
Bonus: Riley curled up on their side as they kept replaying what they texted Cove. They truly didn't mean to admit that. The blanket being the whole point to avoid telling Cove it. Yet here they had fucked that up and contemplated throwing their phone at the wall; as if that would erase the evidence.

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Years Will Go By
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