Chapter Five

 

Evan

 

As my phone goes off, I cover my head, pretending it was my imagination, until it keeps beeping.

Fine, wonder what time it is? Just as the thought crosses my mind, I glance to the alarm clock sitting on my nightstand. It’s eleven-thirty in the morning. What the hell? I never sleep in like this. Not even on show nights with the band, which I’ve been neglecting a lot lately, I’m seriously thinking of just bailing out with all the hours I work at the construction company. I spring out of bed.

I read the text, it’s from Gabe. Now I’m flowing with the need to release and remember why I’m worn smooth out. How can this man give me a hard-on via text?

We finish messaging each other, and I start to plan out dinner for us. I pull the meat out of the fridge, marinate it and make a salad. I need to catch a quick shower before he gets here though and tends to my new tattoo.

Heating up the water, I place my cell on the marble vanity and climb inside. This is the same shower Gabe and I were in. Closing my eyes, I remember his every caress and stroke. The way he peppered my back in kisses, lathered me up, and jacked me. I reach between my legs for myself. Soapy white suds cover my dick and I gently begin to gloss my hand up and down it, giving it a little twist on the way up and pulling hard on the way down, just the way Gabe did it. Oh fuck, feels so good. I slap my free hand against the wall tiles for balance, it stings the inside of my palms.

My phone goes off again, almost breaking that delicious morsel of a memory in my head, until I see it’s Gabe.

“Oh Fuckkk,” I moan. “I mean, um… hello?” I blurt out without even thinking first.

Stupid, stupid! Please be a wrong number.

“Mmmm…I recognize that ‘oh fuck’ and the way you said it. What’re you doing, Evan?” His deep throaty voice growls out.

“Playing.” I feel like a three-year old who just got caught with my hand in the cookie jar. “I was going to take a quick shower, but it’s sort of been extended a little bit because I got to thinking about you.” I’m completely embarrassed and humiliated right now. Why did I tell him that? It’s like he’s got a spell on me and I can’t keep my own mouth closed.

“Did you now? Think about me?”

“I still am.” Oh for God’s sake, shut the fuck up and quit tattle telling on yourself.

“I like that…a lot. Are you pumping it the way I did for you?” he curiously asks.

“Ummm…hmmm,” I mumble, it’s the only thing I can muster up to say and drift back into my zone, stroking faster. “Shit.” I lean back against the wall.

“Mmmm…does it feel good?”

“Fuck yeah it does. Please, you need to hurry and get here to do this for me,” I practically beg him sounding like a total man tramp.

“I’m trying, just about to finish cleaning up and walk out, or was, until you started talking. Now I’m in the back room.

“Doing what?” I’m trying to snap and hold my composure off until Gabe can get here, up close and personal.

“Well, at first I slipped my hands inside my pants, just brushing against my cock, but now I’m in one of the chairs, leaned back, pants down around my ankles and jacking myself off listening to you purr on the other end of the line.” Gabe lets out a moan.

“Mmmm…you sound sexy when you do that. I can’t get you outta my head, the way you were so patient with me. So gentle and tender, sucking me down, kissing me with those pouty lips, teasing me, yet teaching me too. You just might have created a monster, you know that?”

“Everyone’s got two sides, I’m just glad I’m getting to see both of yours. How hard are you? Tell me exactly what you’re doing.”

“I’m leaning against the back of the shower, arching my back and thrusting myself into my hand, wishing it was yours.”

“Yummm…that sounds scrumptiously sexy,” he meows.

“Oh God, you feel so good. And how hard am I? Let’s just say I’m about to come on the spot kind of hard, self-explanatory enough? Come with me, Gabe. Oh gawd, oh fucking sweet Jesus….yesssss.” My chest fills with tension and my nuts tingle and then tighten into me when I hear him let out a vicious moan and yell.

“Oh yeah baby, I’m coming with you. Fuck meeee!” I hear the phone drop and laugh to myself. After my legs stop shaking, I quickly rinse off, and step out of the shower. He still hasn’t said another word.

“You still there, Gabe?”

“Barely, that was intense. Now my cleaning up job just increased, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” And click, he hangs up the phone.

That man does something to me, well besides the obvious. I was instantly drawn to him, like we had a connection of some sort. I haven’t brought it up to him yet, but he talks in his sleep, and cries. He sounds like a little boy who just needs to be hugged and loved. I’d enjoy picking his brain a bit, but I suppose if he wants me to know something about him, he’ll tell me in his own time.

Time to get dressed and get the pit rolling for dinner.