Chapter Three

Two weeks later on September 1, Ronald got home from work a little after six that evening. He was tired but excited. William had a scheduled time to call. It wasn’t the same time every day, and for that matter, it didn’t happen every day. But they texted each other sometimes, and Ronald just liked to hear William’s voice on the other end of the phone. William liked seeing who he spoke with so, so they compromised with technological advances in visual communication.

He took a shower and glanced to the mirror above the dresser in the bedroom. He wasn’t as physically defined as William. His job didn’t depend on Ronald’s ability to lift his dead weight off edges of buildings or carrying a grown man through the jungles. Not that William did any of those things. But Ronald liked the fantasy of his lover being heroic.

Instead, Ronald ate on the go; he knew to balance the meals because he didn’t want to end up as many of his colleagues who occupied desks around him, expanded masses of their former selves. He never got any sun, so his thin shoulders and flat undefined stomach were pasty. William took him to the gym sometimes when their schedules clicked. But Ronald never did more than elliptical or cardio workouts because it gave him time to listen to the news or read. 

He wrapped a towel around his middle before looking for a snack in the kitchen. Settling for some grapes, he went to the sofa and lay down. He checked the email on his phone. He scanned the news. They had a television, but Ronald never turned it on. William liked to watch movies when he was home.

Then the caller ID had William’s smiling face as a photo tag. “What did you have for dinner?” William asked first.

“I had a steak, potatoes, and corn,” he lied.

“Are you skipping dinner again?”

“I had some grapes.”

There was a pause, and Ronald imagined William shaking his head. “What did I say about eating healthy?”

“I thought fruit was healthy.” It was a banter they’d shared over the years. A layer of bonding that came from anticipating each other; the kind of things two people in love genuinely appreciate.

There was movement on the other end of the line. Fabric rubbed the mouthpiece. Then William said after settling in, “I got some liberty that I’m going to take advantage of today.”

“Are you still on schedule for coming home?”

“I am. I might even get to leave earlier.”

“That’s a switch.” Ronald felt the journalist trying to break through his conversation. One crucial aspect of their relationship came with his understanding to not question William’s deployments or what he actually did for the military. Instead, they treated it like a game. It wasn’t a question, answer repartee; they just knew to dance around topics that hinted at specific details.

“I’ll take what I can get.” Ronald sighed.

“I miss you,” William said.

There was something sublime in his delivery. Wherever he was in the world, his voice suggested it wasn’t an easy assignment. “I miss you too,” Ronald said. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“Is that an open offer?” William teased.

“Of course, anything for you,” Ronald said.

After a moment, the voice switched to an incoming visual call. Ronald tapped the ‘accept’ button, and William’s face appeared before him. Immediately, Ronald looked at the background. A tan canvas cover over William’s shoulder disguised details of the location. He wore desert military fatigues, the Mandarin collar open. The rank insignia on the uniform was off, which meant William was somewhere covert. That said their conversation on the phone was likely monitored.

He watched William’s face. His eyes softened when he looked Ronald’s smiling face through the camera.

“You just get out of the shower?” William asked. Only Ronald’s face and naked shoulders showed through the lens.

“Yes,” he said and smiled. “How did you know?”

“You usually take a shower after work.”

“Are you getting any sleep?” Ronald turned on the couch, cradling the phone with two hands.

“A little,” he said and sighed. “I’d love a shower.”

“Been a while?”

“Longer than I like,” William answered ambiguously. “You know what I’ve been thinking about?”

Ronald absently pressed his free hand down between the loose towel and his stomach. He felt the soft flesh under his fingers and trailed down his front. Cupping his loose balls, he listened to William’s comforting voice thousands of miles away.

“I’ve been thinking about your cock,” he said resolutely.

“Really?” Ronald said with mild surprise. “Isn’t this a recorded line? Won’t you get in trouble?”

“I’m not going to get in trouble talking about my feelings for you. If I were giving away military secrets, or saying things that sounded like code words, maybe someone would listen to the playback of our conversation.” William sighed. “I don’t care if the world knows I’m thinking about your perfect cock and what I want to do with it.”

Ronald chuckled. “Well, it just so happens that I took a shower before you called. I happen to be lying on the couch in a towel.”

“That’s hot,” William said. There was a muffled sound on the line. Ronald imagined his lover getting comfy. “Go on.”

“Well, I’m clean. My cock is a little stiff right now.”

“I love feeling you in my hands and mouth when you’re semi-erect.”

“I know you do.” Ronald thought of William’s mouth. He wanted to taste it. He wanted to feel William against him. There was a hot pulse inside him that justified their love. They were adults and in love. It meant expressive exchanges and a new direction the hadn’t experienced before. “I love when you take my cock in our mouth and feeling your hands play with my balls, lightly touching them as my cock grows.”

“You know what I’d love to do,” William started and before Ronald could imagine a million erotic scenarios, he continued with something that hadn’t remotely occurred to Ronald. “I would love to cover your cock with whipped cream and eat it.”

“Really?” Ronald asked. His face pinched at the thought.

“Yeah,” William said. “Why?”

“I don’t know. I never thought about that. You never brought up food and sex before.” While the image played in Ronald’s mind, he felt as if he still didn’t know so much about the man he intended to marry. William’s personality didn’t come out all at once. Ronald learned things as a slow progression through their relationship. It was a wondrous idea to experience something new of the man he loved. How many more things would he discover along their way through life?

“Well, I’m turned on right now. The thought of dipping your cock in whipped cream and sucking it off is really turning me on.” Then he added, “And maybe I’m a little hungry.”

“Well, if that’s your kind of thing. I guess I could manage it.”

“That doesn’t do it for you?” William asked. “I guess there are a few things we don’t know about each other.”

“It’s not horrible.” Ronald wanted to walk back the idea. “I’m not completely against it. I might even like it if I tried it. I just never thought much about it.”

“Did I deflate that beautiful cock of yours?” He asked hopefully.

“Nothing I can’t fix.”

“Good.” There was a smooth rhythmic sound on the line. The soft motion brought up an image of William stroking his cock that made Ronald sigh. William hummed in his ear. Chills erupted over Ronald’s chest. His nipples went erect. Cradling the phone against his shoulder, Ronald pinched his nipple while he masturbated together with William on the other end of the line.

“I’m close,” William breathed.

“Okay.” Ronald thought about William in his battledress, comfortably stroking his huge cock with his firm grip around the shaft. He thought about what it felt like in his hands, in his mouth, inside him. It was a sensation that brought Ronald to a heated eruption. He wanted to share every moment with William. It didn’t matter how far away he was, if he wanted to have a strange encounter that involved whipped cream. William was the love of his life. If he wanted to dip Ronald in caramel or chocolate, it didn’t matter. Love was spontaneous and ever exploring. . “I’m there, baby. I want to cum with you.”

“Okay,” William said breathily. “Okay, I’m cumming.” And Ronald thought about William’s cock erupting cum. The hot white liquid spilling out of him, Ronald immediately felt the wave of his orgasm engulfing him. William’s low hum in his ear was perfectly timed with the jet of cum that shot over his stomach, the pulsating waves that followed, emptying Ronald but filling him up with more love than he thought possible.

“That was hot,” William said. There was a distinct sound of a zipper.

“I love you so much,” Ronald said.

“I love you too,” William replied. “And if spies are listening, I love all you guys too, and I hope you enjoyed this fine show of two people deeply in love and ready to spend the rest of their lives together.”

“Who knew you were a hopeless romantic.” Ronald wiped at the trails of semen on his stomach with a towel. “You’re coming home soon, right?”

“Of course,” William sounded too far away then, but Ronald wanted to believe it was the connection that he heard and not a quaking in his lover’s voice.