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33. through the wire

by: chucknovak
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Eddie was about ready to lose his mind. Richie had been gone on his business trip for four days, and he was gonna be gone another three before Eddie could see him. Eddie wasn't used to being without Richie for so long, and the house didn't feel the same without him - it was too quiet, the bed too empty. Eddie was cold and lonely and he missed his husband like crazy. He wanted him to come home and hold him and kiss him and rail him until he saw stars.

He lay in bed, anxiously awaiting his husband's call. It was a little past ten in their New York apartment, so a little after seven in LA where Richie's conference was; he was probably just getting out of dinner. The waiting was killing Eddie. He was lonely and horny and missing Richie's voice and arms and lips. Finally, his phone buzzed in his hand. Eddie picked up halfway through the first ring. "Richie," he sighed into the phone, his voice sounding much more desperate than he had expected it to.

"Damn, what a greeting," Richie chuckled lowly. "Hello to you too, sweetheart."

"Baby," Eddie whined, curling into the sheets, "I miss you."

"I miss you too, angel." Richie's voice sounded a little tired, but it was just as smooth as it normally was, and Eddie wanted to melt into it. As much as he playfully complained about his husband's motor mouth, the truth was that he could listen to Richie talk for hours, happily getting lost in the cadence of his voice. It was Eddie's favorite sound in the whole world.

"How were your meetings?"

"Boring," Richie sighed. Eddie could hear him settling into his hotel bed. "I couldn't stop thinking about you." Richie's voice dropped almost imperceptibly, but he and Eddie had been together long enough for Eddie to have every little change in tone memorized. His skin prickled with excitement.

"Yeah?" he said, his own voice becoming slightly lower as well. "Anything in particular?"

"I don't know if I wanna get into that right now, I'm kind of tired," Richie said, but Eddie could tell he was just trying to goad Eddie into begging. And Eddie was desperate enough that it worked.

"No no, please tell me," he whined. He could picture the smirk on Richie's lips.

"You really wanna know that badly?"

"Yes," Eddie breathed, his cock growing hard just from the tone of Richie's voice. "Please tell me, I need to know."

There was a pause before Richie asked, "Are you naked, baby?"

"N-no, daddy," Eddie answered, nearly shaking with anticipation.

"You better be in ten seconds or I'm going to bed."

"Okay, daddy." Eddie dropped his phone and shucked off his clothes as quickly as he could, Richie's voice faintly counting down from ten through the speaker. He was on two by the time Eddie frantically huffed, "Okay, I'm here, my clothes are all off."

"Desperate for it, aren't you?" Richie chuckled. His condescending tone made Eddie's cock flush as it grew harder. "I love it when you're desperate. Makes you such a good boy for me. Are you gonna be good tonight, angel?"

"Yes, daddy," Eddie answered, gripping the sheets to keep from touching himself.

"Wish I could see you right now. Bet you look so pretty all nice and exposed for me. Where are you right now, baby?"

"On the bed," Eddie breathed. "On my back." Richie hummed.

"Must be a nice sight."

"What were you thinking about today, daddy?" Eddie asked, risking a scolding for his impatience but too turned on to care.