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Conner thinks about Gavin the whole way home from work. This isn't out of the ordinary, especially lately, as he'd been kind of twitchy and on edge ever since him and Gavin's disastrous first attempt at fooling around. They couldn't do much more than kiss, lightly, while they were together now, as Conner's mind tended to jump right into the gutter around Gavin. He knew they just needed some time to adjust, and to train themselves in control, and until then all of their most intimate moments were restricted to texts and Skype calls.

He'd told Gavin earlier over text that he'd call on Skype as soon as he was home, and Conner hoped Gavin would be in the mood, because that's where his mind had been going today, even while he was at work. He'd been craving getting fucked, too, though he hadn't been able to satisfy that particular urge in front of Gavin yet. He'd hinted towards it--he'd fingered himself several times while Gavin had watched, and he'd shown Gavin his box of toys and explained their uses vaguely, but they'd never actually discussed doing it together. Conner was reluctant to bring it up as well, as Gavin tended to get embarrassed easily and Conner didn't want to move anything too fast.

As Conner lets himself into his apartment and has a brief conversation with his roommate about how many ranks he'd earned in his favorite videogame today, his mind is on the little box tucked into the back of his closet. Okay, it's not that little, Conner is secure enough to admit, but it's not really huge, either. At least it's not by Conner's standards, though he'll never forget Gavin's huge eyes and crimson cheeks when he'd brought it out the first time.

He closes himself in his room, turns on some soft music to cover the sound of his voice, and boots up his computer.

"Hey, baby!" he says, grinning brightly as Gavin's face pops up on his computer screen.

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Gavin's work today had been exhausting and frustrating, and he'd wasted almost an entire day trying to fix a bug in his script that he hadn't gotten quite worked out yet. He'd tried to stay focused, but his efforts became much less successful when Conner had called and promised they would skype later. Honestly, he needed more than just a call today -- he'd been painfully, desperately lonely, so much so that he'd felt like it was going to crush him -- but when Conner rings, he still brightens up a little as he clicks the icon to accept the call.

"Hey," he says, rubbing his eyes and giving him a shy, tired smile and a wave, "Hold on, I'm gonna move you."

He unplugs his laptop from his monitor and moves over to the couch, sitting down and setting the laptop on the coffee table in front of him.

"Woah!" Conner says, laughing a little as the video tilts and wavers and then settles, "There you are." Conner's smile is wide and honest, and he feels something like a weight off his shoulders just from hearing Gavin's voice and seeing his face on the screen. Conner's laptop is sitting on his desk, the camera tilted so only his face and shoulders are visible.

"How was work? Did you get that... Chip thing fixed?" Conner asks, attempting to remember the computer word Gavin had used when he'd told Conner about the problem he was dealing with earlier, "You look tired," Conner says, giving Gavin a sympathetic look.

Gavin laughs slightly, shifting forward to rest his elbows on his knees and scratching at the slight, patchy beard that had begun to grow on his face recently.

"It's not really a chip, it's software, not hardware. I've just been trying to write this bug out of my code but I'm not having much luck. But, I think I've worked enough today, I'm gonna call it quits for now."

He sighs, scrubbing his face with his hands and leaving them covering his mouth and nose as he looks at Conner over his fingers.

"What about you, was your day all right?" he asks, as he clicks around on his screen and closes out of the programs he still had open.

Conner doesn't really understand a word of Gavin's explanation, but he guesses by Gavin's expression while he says it that he hadn't fixed whatever the problem was. He gives Gavin a sympathetic pout and decides not to mention that he doesn't know what Gavin just said.

"Oh, pretty quiet, you know," he says, shrugging, "I had this girl come in and I tried to show her to the smaller practice guitars and she gave me this look, like," Conner attempts to imitate the look, leveling a glare at the camera and then laughing, "Like she was gonna kill me if I did. It was cute." He trails off, glancing away and smiling, leaning back in his chair to stretch. When he looks back the screen he leans in close, and his smile is softer and more intent.

"Mostly, I thought about you all day."

Gavin smiles, and his heart aches a little with how badly he wishes Conner was here with him.

"Yeah," he says, sighing hard and blushing a little at the tone of his own voice, which came across a little more lustful than he intended it to, "I thought about you too. I...miss you."

He thinks that came across a little more sad than flirtatious or suggestive, and his blush spreads further. He was always terrible at getting into these sessions they had together, at first.

Conner's eyebrows go up at the dark tone in Gavin's voice, and at first he thinks he might just be imagining it, with how his mind has been on sex all day. But there's no mistaking the color blooming on Gavin's cheeks or his embarrassed little glance away, and Conner's smile turns into a smirk.

"I miss you, too," he says, his own voice dropping low and intent, "I wish I was there." His eyes rove over what parts of Gavin he can see on the screen, imagining how easy this would be if he could just be there. He could just kiss Gavin, instead of all this talking, and touch him and feel him instead of having to touch himself.

Gavin swallows and nods, and his hand roams down between his legs, where he starts to press them in a slow rhythm against the front of his pants.

"Me too," he says, chewing his lip. His instinct is to try to be discreet about the movements of his hand. They'd done this several times, now, and he was getting better at opening up when they talked each other off, but it was still difficult to work through the shame and embarrassment he always felt at the beginning.

"Can you...come over, later?" he asks, quietly, "Maybe after..."

He doesn't know at all how to finish the sentence, so he shuts his mouth.

Conner waits for Gavin to finish his thought, and when he doesn't Conner tilts his head a little, smiling.

"After we get off?" Conner finishes for him, chuckling a little, "Yeah, I can do that. Hold on." Conner picks up the laptop and moves over to his bed, sitting crosslegged in front of it after ensuring his lube and box of tissues are within reach.

"I've been dying to all day, actually," he admits, licking his lips and reaching down to rub lightly at his burgeoning erection through his jeans.

Gavin swallows and nods gratefully, and his laugh is a little breathless.

"Yeah," he says, "Me too. Hang on."

He reaches into the drawer of his coffee table and pulls out a pipe and his bag of weed, packing and lighting it quickly.

"Don't want to...you know. Neighbors," he laughs. He takes a few long drags, and it doesn't take long for his nerves to become at least somewhat dulled.

"What have you been. Uh. Thinking about?" he asks, speaking a little slower than before. He unzips his pants and pushes them down his knees quickly, not really making a show of undressing himself due to his embarrassment.

Conner laughs and nods, thinking about digging through his bag for his weed but deciding he doesn't need it. Him and Gavin can share a bowl later. He watches Gavin undress carefully, enjoying it even though it's done so quickly.

He makes a thoughtful noise in response to Gavin's question, leaning back to pull his shirt over his head and toss it away.

"Touching you," he says, running his palms up and down his chest, "And you touching me... All over." He leans back, his fingers going down to his waist and unbuttoning his jeans, reaching inside to squeeze his cock through his underwear. Unable to consider jerking off without at least fingering himself, he kneels up to push his pants and underwear down his legs, accidentally giving the webcam a close-up of his cock.

"Oh," he says, laughing, not noticing the view Gavin has until after he's removed his pants and underwear and tossed them over the side of the bed, "Oops. There's a closeup for you." He's grinning as he settles back down, laying back and positioning the laptop between his legs.

Gavin snorts when he laughs, and the moment helps him relax a little.

"Thanks for that," he giggles, "trying to hit me in the face." He pulls his boxers down his legs, before wriggling out of his shirt and binder and settling back down on the couch. He presses a finger on either side of his clit, and starts ro rub, slowly. He runs his other hand over his body, looking at Conner on the screen with a little uncertainty as he does, and cups one of his breasts in his hand.

"I...thought about you, too," he ventures, his voice quiet and a little broken up, "About, uh...kissing you. Everywhere I could reach."

The first time they'd done this, he hadn't been able to contribute much, verbally, but he thought he was getting better, and his nerves were holding him back less and less.

"Yeah," Conner breathes, nodding encouragingly, "That's good. That would feel so good." He smiles when he realizes Gavin is gaining more confidence in this, and he's able to say more and more every time, and Conner's glad he's getting more comfortable with it.

Conner sighs, his eyes glued to Gavin's body on the screen as he starts to stroke himself, his free hand reaching over for his lube.

"I want to feel you, and taste you," Conner says, getting breathless, and squirts some lube onto his palm. Half of it he rubs onto his cock and the other half he spreads over his fingers, "I want to fuck you, and--" Conner cuts himself off before he says and I want you to fuck me, gritting his teeth and moaning instead. He strokes himself with one hand, the other one reaching down past his balls to rub at his hole, and he groans when he pushes a finger inside.

Gavin moves his fingers faster, and he pushes one inside of himself, still rubbing at his clit with his thumb.

"Yeah," he stammers, "Yeah, yeah, I want --"

He almost cuts himself off, but smoking had put him out of his mind enough for him to say what was on his mind.

"Wh-what about...those toys you have in your closet," he asks, biting down hard on his lip as he pushes past his nerves, "Could...would you...use one of those. F-for me."

Conner freezes for a moment, his eyes going wide as he processes what Gavin's said, and then he breaks into a big grin.

"Yes!" he says, and then dials himself back a little, "Yes, God, yeah, absolutely I can-- I can do that. I've been dying to, actually, but I didn't know if you'd-- Ah, hold on." Conner blabbers a little and then cuts himself off, pulling his fingers free and getting up, "I'll be right back."

He dives over to his closet, digging through the box and searching for something appropriate. He comes up with a simple looking vibrator, light red and gently curved, and brings it back to the bed, getting back into position.

"God, Gavin, I've wanted this so much," he admits, his voice a little hoarse as he pushes to fingers back inside himself, pushing them in hard and scissoring them to help speed up prep time.

Gavin swallows, relieved by Conner's reaction and his enthusiasm.

"I...yeah, so have I," Gavin says breathlessly, stroking himself more vigorously, "I-I didn't know how you'd...feel, I-I mean...I don't know why, when you have all that...stuff, but,"

He laughs lightly, and it turns into a moan as he starts to find a good rhythm.

"I-I've...thought about fucking you," he admits, feeling himself flush as his voice wavers, "A-a lot."

"Yeah," Conner says around a moan, nodding vigorously as he strokes his cock with one hand and pushes a third finger into himself with his other hand, "Yeah, yeah, God, me too, Gavin. I want you to fuck me, ah, God, okay." He pulls his fingers out, reaching over for the lube again with shaking fingers. He spreads more of it on the vibrator, then opens his legs wide and nudges the laptop screen so Gavin can see what he's doing. He pushes the vibrator inside himself without waiting, moaning and dropping his head back as he does.

"Oh, God, that's good," he groans, thrusting the dildo in and out of himself while it's still off.

"God, yeah," Gavin groans, and it comes out as almost a whimper. He spreads his legs wider, to give Conner a better look at what he's doing with his hands as well.

"That's good, Conner, I-I wish it was me, doing that. To you." His cheeks were very flushed now, and he covers his mouth to keep quiet, even though his voice is already faint and lacking confidence.

"H-how is it?" he stammers through his fingers.

Conner watches Gavin on the screen with half-lidded eyes, his hand matching Gavin's tempo as he works the toy in and out of his hole.

"I wish it was you too," he says, gasping, his hips and legs twitching when the toy brushes against his prostate, "Ah, god, it's good, it's like... Intense pressure, and then it's like tingling all over it's-- oh, fuck!" He presses the button to start the vibrator, and gets it in just the right spot, making him swear loudly and moan.

"Oh, god, yeah, fuck me, Gavin, fuck me," he pants, his head falling back as he loses the ability to concentrate on anything other than his own pleasure.

Gavin is too overwhelmed to put words together properly, now, and he mumbles indistinctly between his moans. He grows louder, and starts to reach what he thinks might be an orgasm -- it feels good, really, intensely good, and his legs were starting to shake.

"Jesus!" he moans loudly, still pressing the palm of his hand over his mouth, and he doubles over, "Ah -- G-God, Conner."

He keeps moving his fingers, even though he thinks that might have been it, as he keeps watching Conner on the screen.

Conner moves the dildo harder and faster, encouraged by the sounds Gavin makes, crying out with every thrust.

"Oh, fuck, Gavin," Conner says, his voice wrecked and he moans desperately, his free hand flying over his cock as he rockets towards orgasm.

"Oh god, oh god, I'm coming!" he says, his voice gaining in volume and intensity as he goes. He thrusts the toy in one more time, angling it upwards until it's pressed against his prostate, and he comes quivering and moaning loudly.

"Ohh, fuck," he groans as soon as he can speak, relaxing back onto his pillows and just trying to get his breath back for a long moment.

Gavin's face is still flushed, but his breathing is starting to steady, and his heartrate is coming down. Feeling exposed, he reaches quickly for the blanket at the end of the couch, and quickly covers himself up. He lies there, looking at what he could see of Conner from where he'd left the camera (which wasn't much), while he waits for him to recover.

"G-geeze," he laughs, "You're...loud. When you do it like that."

Conner huffs out a laugh, turning off the vibrator and gingerly pulling it out, wincing a little as it comes free. He reaches over for a tissue, wiping don the dildo first and then setting it aside, and wiping at the mess on his fingers and chest second.

"It's... Pretty intense, yeah. I love it," he says, sitting up enough to peer and the screen, frowning a little when he sees Gavin's covered himself up.

"You came?" Conner asks, his voice obviously disappointed, "Man, one of these times I'm just gonna watch you go and not touch myself at all. I don't think I've actually managed to see you come yet, and that's a damn shame if I do say so myself." Conner laughs a little, shaking his head, though he does suppose it's pretty cool if him and Gavin keep achieving orgasm at the same moment.

"Yeah, uh, before, I did," Gavin laughs. He almost adds, "At least, I think I did," but he's afraid of sounding stupid, so he ends the thought there.

"Uh. Sorry to disappoint." The weight of everything he'd just done, and said, and admitted to was starting to sink in, and even though he knew Conner had enjoyed it, the idea of seeing Conner face to face after this, the idea that someday he might actually act on what he'd said was winding up his nerves all over again. He looks away from the camera and pulls the blanket tighter around himself, and thinks again about how much easier all of this would be if they could just be together like a normal couple, if he didn't have to worry about making him sick every time he touched him. He thinks about how much better off Conner would be with someone else.

He's pretty sure now that he didn't come. Orgasms were supposed to relax you.

"Are you...still coming over?" he asks, pulling on a loose thread on the blanket and trying to keep his anxieties out of his voice.

Conner just enjoys laying there for a long moment, basking in the well-fucked feeling of afterglow. He stirs when Gavin asks him a question, sitting up and stretching.

"Oh yeah, totally," He says, smiling and nodding, noting that Gavin doesn't look that relaxed, "There's no way I'd pass up on some good cuddles. Especially after that." Conner blows out a breath, pushing his still sweaty hair off his forehead and bringing the laptop up to rest on his chest so he can lay back and still see the screen.

"...You okay?" he asks after a silent moment, now that he's able to see the tense look on Gavin's face more clearly.

"Yeah," he says quickly, giving Conner a watery smile, "I-I mean, I...think I'll feel better when you're...here. I'll...be right back."

He steps off camera for a moment, grabbing his discarded clothes and pulling them back on quickly before stepping back into view and sitting back down.

"I'm...fine," he says, smiling weakly again, "Don't worry about it."

Conner isn't totally convinced by Gavin's words, but probably over Skype and not wearing pants is not the best situation to have a heart to heart, at least not when Conner's just a quick drive away.

"Okay," Conner says, giving Gavin an affectionate smile, "I'm just gonna grab a quick shower and then I'll come over. Oh, I can pick up some dinner too. You in the mood for anything?"

Gavin nods, leaning back on the couch and pulling the laptop into his lap.

"Uh, I dunno," Gavin says, as he leans his seat back, "Pizza, maybe, or Chinese. Does that sound good to you?"

"Yeah, that sounds great," Conner says warmly, just looking at Gavin's face and smiling for a long, quiet moment.

"I love you," he adds in a low, private voice, "I'll see you soon, okay?"

Gavin smiles a little, genuinely, at Conner's words.

"I love you too," he says, softly and earnestly, "Yeah, I'll see you when you get here.

He wishes he could kiss him, or do something to make the end of the conversation less abrupt, but the only thing that comes to mind is blowing him a kiss, and since even thinking about doing that makes him feel ridiculous, he just waves, and clicks the button to end the call.

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