In which: Khalick sees a different side of his boyfriend.
"Say if I leave her she gone die."
*.*.*.*.*.*
Khalick and Johnathan were getting bored. Specifically Khalick. Johnathan never wanted to do anything exciting. It was always the same shit: go out to eat, go shopping, go bowling, and go home to fuck. But now that they're in quarantine, he missed doing that same shit with his boyfriend all the time.
Khal hadn't left the house in weeks due to the new quarantine orders from his state and was absolutely miserable without his boyfriend there to keep him entertained. As badly is he wanted Johnathan to come see him, he was also paranoid that he would give him the corona virus.
So now, as he sits in bed watching Tiger King on netflix, he wants to cry due to boredom.
"Mannn, this shit SUCKS." he screams to no one in particular, considering he was home alone; his maids being sent home due to quarantine orders.
****
At Johnathan's home, he sits in his large living room, the flatscreen TV displaying the BET channel being ignored as he scrolls through his phone checking how his new album is doing on social media.
Much like his lover, Johnathan has absolutely nothing to do. He eventually opens the messages between him and Khal, searching for the nudes Khal once sent him.
"Fuck it. I might as well buss one. I ain't got shit else to do in this fuckin house."
He opens the imagines shared between the two on iMessages and scrolls until he finds the images he's looking for:
Khalick with his back arched, ass clad in lingerie,
Khalick's fingers separating the plump folds of his leaking vagina,
The print of Khalick's lips through a pair of blue bandana-print underwear, caption "fat ma misses you 🥺"
and lastly, a video attachment from a month ago of Khalick rubbing a vibrating massager on his clitoris through his underwear.
Johnathan watches the video, focused on watching the vibrator's movements and hearing Khalick's breathing moans.
The vibrator rubs roughly against Khalick's thick folds, the baby blue underwear slowly turning a darker shade of blue as the lightskin male's moisture seeps through.
"This my favorite part." Johnathan smirks at his phone whilst rubbing his erection through the pair of gray sweatpants he sports.
Khalick begins rubbing the vibrator harshly on his clitoris, moans turning into whines as he begins squirting in his underwear, thighs trembling. "Daddy!" he whines lowly. A habit he developed from being in a relationship with Johnathan for over a year.
The video stops playing.
"Fuck." Johnathan groans, unsatisfied, and hormones still raging without release.
Johnathan sparks an idea. He immediately hits the Facetime call button above the messages shared between he and Khalick. The phone beings ringing.
