rivers_bend

Trains do strange things to me. Though to be fair, part of this came to me the night before. Anyway. Some Max/Julian phone sex. Set sometime post-Sand.

Adult rated, ~1,000 words.


'Hello.' Julian shrugged off his jacket and switched the phone to his other ear.

'I miss you. Why aren't you here?' Max's voice made Julian wonder the same thing himself.

'Some of us work in London. You decided to swan off during the week. I'll be there this weekend.'

'What are you wearing?'

'Are you serious?'

'Absolutely.'

'My charcoal suit.'

'I like that suit.'

'I know.'

'What shirt are you wearing with it?'

'Um…'

'Julian?'

'Are we really doing this?'

'We are now. What shirt are you wearing.'

'It's not one you've seen be- Ok. That's not strictly true. Do you remember that pink shirt Rupert wore to dinner a few weeks ago?' Julian closed his eyes.

'The one he said was "watermelon"?'

'That one. Yes.' Julian tried to keep the chagrin out of his voice.

'It was unforgettable.' Max did scathing like no one else, with the possible exception of Rupert.

'Celine told Margaret that she hates men in pink shirts. Especially bright pink.'

'So you borrowed Rupert's shirt?'

'Not exactly.'

'You bought a watermelon shirt?'

'She's driving me crazy, Max.'

'Am I going to have to come down to the office and fuck you over your desk while she watches to convince her that you're taken?'

'I'm not sure that would put her off, having overheard some of her other conversations, but thank you for that image. I have to work at that desk, you know.'

'And you're bored out of your mind. Surely something nice to think about helps.' Max sounded wicked. 'Now. Take it off.'

'What?'

'The shirt. Take it off. I'm trying to picture you, and I don’t want a pink shirt in the way.'

'Let me go upstairs. I just got in.'

'Hurry up then.'

Julian started upstairs. 'What are you wearing? Fair's fair.'

'Jeans.'

Julian paused, adding that image to the one of fucking on his desk. 'Anything else?'

'Not a thing.'

'Christ.'

'Are you upstairs yet?'

'Yeah.' Julian undid his buttons, pulled the shirt off and threw it towards the laundry pile. 'Shirt's off.'

'Good. Are you on the bed?'

'Max, are we-' Julian laughed. 'Are we having phone sex?'

'It's only Wednesday. We can wait until the weekend if you really want to.'

Julian toed off his shoes and sat on the bed. 'Ok, where are you?'

'Sofa.' Max sounded like he was smiling.

'You're sitting on the sofa in nothing but a pair of jeans.'

'Lying on the sofa.'

'I see.' Julian saw perfectly, and lay back on the pillows. 'Should I take off my trousers?'

'Are they due a trip to the cleaners?'

'They will be, I expect, if I don't take them off.'

'Leave them on.'

'Fuck.' Julian wished desperately that Max was back in London.

'You'll have to wait for that.'

'So what are we doing in the meantime?'

'I am thinking of you lying on your bed in those trousers that make your arse look unbelievably fuckable - wait, you aren't wearing pink socks are you?'

'I took my socks off.'

'But you weren't wearing pink socks? This is all off if you bought socks to match that shirt.'

'My socks were black.'

'Ok. So I'm thinking of you in those trousers that always make me want to fuck you up against a wall somewhere, or over your desk, and I'm going hard in my jeans, wishing you were here right now.'

'Max, god, I wish I were there too. I'd slide my hand down into the waist of your jeans, cup you in my palm, feel you go hard as I touched you.'

'I'm already hard. Just thinking about you touching me…'

'Fuck. Touch yourself?'

'Yes. God, that feels good. I'm thinking about you kneeling over me, rubbing against me, wool against denim, your cock hard, hands on my chest, watching me. Can you feel that?'

'Yes.' Julian's mouth was dry, making it hard to talk.

'You rubbing outside, or inside?'

'Outside. Pretending it's you.'

'Undo your zipper, put your hand inside. It's my hand. Touching you. Just my fingers at first. Stroking, curving round, feeling how hard it's made you, all that rubbing up against me.'

'Okay.'

'Do you want it harder? More pressure? Do you want my fist?'

'Yes.'

'You've got my jeans open now. Hand on me, jerking me, still sitting on my thighs, we're getting in each other's way, but it feels too good. I want to suck you, you can't imagine how much I want to suck you, but I'm watching your face, it's getting hard for you to breathe and I can feel your arse and thighs clenching as you push into my fist.'

Julian was indeed finding it hard to breathe, and he could hear Max's voice getting a little ragged around the edges. 'I wish- god, I wish you were fucking me right now. Hands on my hips as I lowered myself onto you, felt you pushing into me, filling me, so tight around you, moving, just enough to keep that look on your face.' Both of them, breathing, sounds of air amplified by the phones.

'Will you come like that? While I'm fucking you?'

'Yes.' And he would, could feel it building in his spine, spreading up his thighs.

'Me-' Max stopped, tried to steady his breathing. 'Me too. Faster…'

Julian sped up the movement of his fist. 'God, yes,' he said, and nearly dropped the phone. Max panting into his ear pushed him over. The trousers definitely needed to go to the cleaners. Not his usual one.

'Fuck, Julian,' Max said, giving Julian an aftershock. 'Damn,' muffled, and then more clearly, 'Thank god these are washable slipcovers.'

Julian laughed. 'Well. That was a first.'

'You've never had phone sex?' Max sounded surprised.

'No. Have you?'

'No, actually.'

'It's still a little silly.'

'I'd rather you were here. Do you have to work on Friday? Couldn't you come down a day early?'

'Forget Friday. I'm coming down tomorrow. There's nothing at work that can't wait.'

'Get the early train.'

'I will.'

'Bring your suit. But bring a white shirt for fuck's sake.'

'Not the pink one?'

'Keep that for tormenting Celine. You can torment me with your arse.'

'I intend to.'

'I'll see you tomorrow.'

'Tomorrow.'

'Sleep well.'

'You too.' Julian hung up the phone, went to wash up and pack for his four day weekend.
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