Vulquinn One-shots

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The holidays were a bit of a weird time for the two lovers. A fresh new relationship and no one knew but them. This meant thanksgiving was spent away from each other with their respective families and phone conversations held with each other in secret.

The evening was winding down and Q's family members were all doing their own thing leaving him sitting in his childhood room laying back in bed wondering what Sal was up to. Last he heard, he was eating dinner with his family, sneaking a text response or two here and there. He thought about his boyfriend and how much better things would be if he was there next to him, cuddled close. Then his mind wandered to other ideas, and a lightbulb went off in his head and a devilish grin spread across his face.

Q quickly unlocked his phone and opened up the text conversation with Sal.

Brian: [Baaaaabe... i'm so lonely and i'm thinking of your touch]
[wish I could stuff you like a turkey and show you just how thankful I am for you]
[want to hear you call my name between moans]

Sal sat at the table conversing with his family about fond memories they all had, his phone kept buzzing in his pocket and grabbed his attention. He thought it might be urgent since he assumed Q was the one texting him over and over. Under the table he grabs out his phone to glance at the messages and half chokes on the mouthful of stuffing he was in the midst of swallowing. His whole family looked to him and questioned if he was okay.

"Sorry, went down the wrong pipe. I'm okay guys." He takes a nervous drink of water, his face red from coughing so much and from bashfulness. He feels a slight stirring in his pants but chooses to ignore it and goes to send Q a message,

Sal: [Brian Quinn I am at the dinner table you can't just send messages like that.]
[I ALMOST DIED CHOKING ON STUFFING BECAUSE OF YOU]

Q giggles at the short string of messages.

Brian: [I could think of better things to be choking on ;)]
[C'mon Sally babe, have a little fun. I know you miss me]

He then took things a step further sending Sal a pic of him shirtless laying in bed, arm behind his head revealing his iconic 'quixotic' tattoo stretched across his flexed bicep. When Sal saw that image come in, the heat began to turn up in his cheeks. He couldn't deny that Q looked hot in that photo. His eyes wanadered around the table to see that no one has noticed or suspected anything and the temptation to cave and give in to lust began to grow.

Sal: [I hate how you do this to me]

Brian: [Have I piqued your interest yet?]

Another image comes in, this time of Q's lower half. He's wearing only his boxers and you can see the very noticeable outline of his hard on. Sal was sweating in his seat and found his bottom lip between his teeth. His pants felt uncomfortably tight at this point and he could no longer ignore it. He excuses himself politely to head to the bathroom, the farthest one from the dining room in particular. Once the door behind him is closed and locked, he pulls out his phone and dials to Q.

"Aww did I work someone up at the dinner table?" Q's voice comes through the phone and he spoke in a teasing tone making Sal's cock twitch at the slight shame he felt being teased unknowingly at the dinner table.

"I hate you right now, I hope you know that." Sal uses his shoulder to press the phone against his ear as he spoke in a cautiously hushed tone, pulling down his pants and his boxers to free his aching cock. He wrapped his hand around his cock giving just one tug and felt his hips jolt at the sensation as a soft moan vibrated in his throat.

"Well it sounds like you love it though Sally." Q's hand finds its way down into his boxers as he rubs up and down his throbbing shaft and takes in the sounds he hears his lover making on the other end, "fuck, I miss you so much." Hearing Q growl that out into his ear was enough make his hips jerk harder into his fist.

"I miss you too. So much. I miss you... so much." Sal's pace begins to quicken, hearing the slick sounds of Q jerking off with him and grunting and groaning into the phone was enough to coax his climax closer and closer. He prayed to whatever god that was listening that no one questioned where he went or would walk past the bathroom in this moment.

"Sal... fuck... I just wanna bury myself in you... I wanna feel you again. I just want you so bad." Sal could imagine it all already as his eyes were sealed shut to take in each and every other sensation that served to send waves of pleasure through his whole body. He wants to actually feel the rough love making that Q provides time and time again, his broad hands squeezing at his thighs and hips as he rode him, his glistening face that contorted each time he'd make a sudden movement. Q wished for the same thing, wanting to hear the echoes of their skin slapping together, the eager whines and pants that emanate from Sal, and the ecstasy of seeing his lover unravel because of him.

"Brian. I'm gonna cum." His pumps became shallow, focusing on the tip of his cock as his hand became a blur chasing after his high.

"Do it. Make a mess of yourself, just for me, because of me." Sal was sent over, shooting ropes of cum out of his cock as his jaw hung open, eyes rolling back, and quick pants of pleasure being the only sound he allowed out of himself. "Fuck!" Q followed quickly behind him, shooting his load all over his chest and abdomen, pumping and milking whatever he could to hold himself off until he could see Sal again. Both ends were quiet as they both caught their breath.

"Better be ready for when I see you again Brian, I won't be holding back." Sal said smugly into the phone with a smile as he cleaned up the mess he made.

"It's you who should be ready babe. Better get back to dinner, think of me when you eat the stuffing now!" Q hung up and Sal rolled his eyes. He slipped his phone back into his pocket, washed his hands, and went back to the dining room and sat himself back in his designated seat.

"Everything okay Sal?" Everyone had paused and looked to him.

"Yeah, didn't want to be rude and continue coughing at the dinner table. I really choked on that stuffing." The conversation started back up, and Sal couldn't help but smile to himself because only he knew the truth.