Wait A Minute

Chapter Seven: Planning Pages

a/n: explicit sexual content kiddos

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Despite everything that had happened, Larry had a normal week. He went to school for the rest of the school week, and Sal talked to him like nothing had ever happened. Todd questioned the brunet in private how he had resolved the issue, and Larry had shrugged his shoulders. Travis pestered him a few more times which the male had just brushed off. Before he knew it, the weekend had come and gone. Sal has spent the night and they goofed off like they had before Larry opened this can of worms. Sure, Larry found it weird how quickly everything was fixed, but he wasn't going to question it.

Now, the brunet was laid content in his bed. It was a Monday afternoon, and he had just finished jamming to Sanity's Fall. His arms were stretched above his head, making his shirt ride up just a little bit, as he let out a yawn. His eyes slowly crept closed, and he felt like he'd finally be able to sleep for once. However, it was in that moment, that the walkie talkie crackled to life. Larry let out a grunt and rolled over on his side to grab the device.

"Sally Face?" He questioned after a minute when no words came through. His eyes began to droop shut as no response came. He waited a few seconds and was about to give up when what could only be a moan came through. Larry was suddenly wide awake. "Sal?"

"Check your phone," Sal breathed out, causing Larry to flinch. With trepidation, he leaned over to grab his phone and quickly opened his messages. There was one new notification from his friend, and he tapped it open. He really shouldn't have been surprised by the image that greeted him.  After all, all good things had to come to an end at some point.

"Jesus Christ," Larry muttered, staring at his phone. His voice was low, but Sal still heard him. The blue-haired male let out a short laugh.

"I'm doing that right now y'know," Sal slurred. "Jacking off to your voice."

Larry squinted his eyes shut, but the photo was burned into his mind. This time, Sal had been laying on his bed, hard cock in his hand. It wasn't as artistic of a shot as the other one, but it still left the brunet reeling. He tried to calm down, but hearing Sal's little mewls through the walkie talkie wasn't helping his situation.

"Are you hard Lar Bear?" Larry hated that nickname but didn't get time to put in his two cents before the other was talking again. "Take off your pants."

The brunet hesitated at that despite his half hard dick being painfully confined in his tight trousers. When no sound of clothes rustling came from Larry's end, Sal's voice dropped to a low growl. "Come on Daddy, take them off."

And suddenly, the jeans were discarded on the floor. He was left in his boxers and an embarrassed blush. "Sal-"

"Shhh," Sal coaxed. "I'll be the one doing the talking tonight, just do what I say."

Larry nodded and then felt like an idiot when he realized the other couldn't actually see him. "Yeah, sure," he agreed with a little reluctance.

"Send me a picture of your cock straining against your boxers. I want to see how hard you are for me Daddy," Sal instructed. Larry had set the walkie talkie down on the side of his bed, so he could still hear the other but have full use of his hands. He picked his phone up again and quickly snapped a pic, knowing that if he took longer than needed, he'd lose his nerve. He waited in anticipation until he heard Sal's phone chime. "Fuck," the other muttered.

"I want you to palm yourself through your boxers" Sal ordered. Larry lowered his hand to grip himself through the fabric and let out a low hiss. He hadn't realized how horny he had already become. "Slowly Larry. If you cum too early, I won't be happy."