Two Weeks Without Drew (Emblem3 Fanfiction)

Chapter 12

So. Uhm. I'm just going to post this and then go hide. (Amber is the best!)

WARNING: sexual stuff going on in this chapter. Might want to sheild your eyes, kiddies.

OoO

Day Twelve:

The phone call took him by surprise, the vibration of his cell right by his ear almost giving him a heart attack. With one hand down below the blankets and the other stuffed in his mouth to muffle any noises, Wesley would have ignored the call but generally the only person who rang his cell was Drew and he was in no position to pass up a chat, even if he was... otherwise occupied.

Sending a helpless glance down to his left hand that was wrapped around his hard on but no longer moving, he grabbed his phone with his right and flipped it open. "Hello?"

"Hey, sorry," Drew's voice came through, warm and enticing. "I shouldn't be calling you again so late but I couldn't sleep."

"It's fine, I wasn't sleeping either," Wesley returned, his teeth digging in hard to his lower lip. The urge to move his hand was overwhelming, but he couldn't possibly, because then he'd be jerking off to Drew's voice and that was just a little weird, a little too personal.

"Oh really? What were you doing?"

Wesley let his head fall back against his pillow, squeezing his dick a little but not stroking. It was borderline torture, but he couldn't let go and yet he couldn't continue. His voice came out weird and breathy when he answered. "Nothing. Uhm, I mean, nothing much."

There was a short silence on the other end before Drew chuckled. "What's up with you? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," the brunet responded a little too quickly, because the sound of the other's soft laugh had him sliding his hand down and then back up again before his brain had even registered that he'd moved. His breath hitched but he managed not to make any noises, despite how much his body was thrumming from the need for pleasure.

"...Wesley," Drew's voice went quiet and serious. "Are you... are you jerking off?"

His first reaction was to be embarrassed, hot waves of shame licking at him but then he felt a little good, too. It was out there, in the open, and he was relieved he was no longer obligated to hide it. It wasn't the first time Wesley had heard Drew use that kind of language, but he felt little shivers run through him at Drew acknowledging the situation

At the same time he got a little cold at remembering random details of their past, the way sixteen year old Drew used to raise his eyebrows suggestively whenever he said anything to do with jerking off. So far Wesley had been doing well at managing a working friendship with the guy who broke his heart- but every now and again he got a little upset and couldn't help himself. But even though the past had been dredged up, Wesley was still hard and aching.

"Uhm," he swallowed a couple of times, debating whether or not to tell the truth, but he figured he'd already given himself away by the pause. "Yeah. Uhm, I am."

"Oh," Drew said nothing else for a few moments and Wesley's stomach tightened in fear, wondering if he'd gone too far, if he should have denied it. But then the blond was breathing out heavily. "That's freaking hot."

Relief hit him so hard he let out a little laugh, and Drew echoed it. The atmosphere was still strained and awkward, but Wesley was just glad the older boy wasn't freaked out by it. "You think?"

The question came out all wrong, oddly seductive when he'd only meant to be teasing. But it was still quite a turn on when Drew chuckled low in his throat. "Hell yeah. I... well... do you need any help?"