“Fuck it. I’ll call him again. I’ll call him until he tells me to stop. Fuck that, I might still call him even then,” he said aloud, making sure the door separating his and Connors’s rooms was fully closed and locked. Mitch rolled his thick shoulders, grabbed his phone, scrolled through the numbers, and hit call. He took a seat on the edge of the bed and waited. It was two fifteen in the morning. Whatever. Cody should have called like he said he would. If he woke Cody’s ass up, well that was his own damn fault.
“Hello,” Cody answered in a hushed gravelly voice. He must have been asleep like Mitch really should have been.
“You didn’t call.” Mitch let his frustration run out of his mouth with that obvious statement. Fuck, had he already messed up calling him out like that? That was such a girl move. He tried to cover the tone he just used. “Are you home? Do you know who this is?” What was with him tonight? He lowered his head to his hand. What was it about this guy that had him so strung out?
“Yes,” Cody replied, he supposed that answered both questions. The yes was slightly slurred, not completely, but enough for him to ask the next question.
“Have you been drinking?” Mitch fiddled with the top sheet on his bed, rubbing the soft fabric between his fingers.
“Some,” Cody answered.
“Are you at home?” Mitch asked again.
“Yeah,” Cody said. The word coming out in at least three syllables.
“Are you alone?” Not that it was any of his business, and the guy had every right to tell him so, but he had to ask.
“Yes,” Cody responded. But damn what was up with the one word answers? Cody was going to make him work for any kind of conversation. Hell, why should their interactions be any different now? Cody had made him work for every single thing since the minute he approached him in the bar.
“You said you would call. Why didn’t you? Is everything okay?” Mitch questioned. He hoped that came out more concerned than confrontational.
“What do you want from me?” Cody asked. Where had that come from? Mitch took the phone from his ear and stared at the lit screen, confused. Did he imagine all the hot and heavy during their little rendezvous in the small rental car or what? Because that question damn sure didn’t answer anything Mitch asked, and he had no idea how to respond to Cody.
Okay, maybe what he asked wasn’t as dumb as he thought. What the hell did he want? He wasn’t exactly sure he knew. Sex? Sure, who didn’t want sex, but it wasn’t only that. Last night in the car with Cody still burned in his mind. The way he smelled, the way his lips moved against Mitch’s when they kissed, the way Cody’s firm body fit perfectly against his. He hadn’t been able to get any part of Cody Turner out of his head, and those thoughts were driving him insane. So instead of saying all that, he said, “Are you in bed?”
That got Mitch nothing but silence. So he took the lack of response for a yes and grinned to himself. He pictured Cody’s big body stretched across the bed, an impressive cock barely covered by a thin sheet, his blond hair tousled from sleep. Fuck, what an image. Clearly, he had a very active imagination.
“Mmm…the strong silent type, huh? I like that.” Mitch joked, trying to get a reaction. “Cody? You still with me?” He was still there. Mitch could hear the even breathing on the other end of the line.
“Yeah.” One syllable word, not slurred. Mitch smiled.
“Good. Now answer my question. Are you in bed?” He scooted over to the middle of his bed and rested against the headboard.
“Yeah,” was all he got back again.
“Fuck, Cody, you’re not making this easy. You’re gonna make me work for this, aren’t you?” Mitch was starting to think he’d made a mistake in calling Cody. Maybe he was more interested, or more likely, maybe he’d turned into a teenage girl all of the sudden.
“Work for what?” Cody sounded confused.
“I’m putting myself out here. Did I get the signals crossed or something? I thought we hit it off, was I wrong? I wanna get to know you better. I can’t get you out of my fucking head…I—” Mitch stopped as he ran out of steam. It sucked being rejected.
“I…I’ve been thinking about you too,” Cody said quietly. That had Mitch perking up, a triumphant smirk curling the corners of his lips. No teenage girls here!
“Really? When you think about me what do you think about?” He slid his knees up to plant his feet firmly on the mattress eager to hear what Cody had to say and almost laughed as he caught a glimpse of a smiling SpongeBob on his pajama’s staring back at him. He was trying to be sexy and here he was in the goofiest possible set of pajamas pants. Good thing Cody couldn’t see him. “Honestly, I’d like to know.”
“Just, you know…stuff.” Cody hesitated. He could hear the caution in his words. The sound of Cody’s husky voice had him thinking about stuff too. Yeah, thinking about really good stuff that had his dick plumping up and filling out those damn cartoon bottoms he wore.
“Stuff, huh? What kind of stuff?” He wanted to know if Cody had been thinking about him as much as he’d been thinking about Cody. Mitch pushed his hand inside the waistband of those brightly-colored pajamas and took hold of his cock.
“Do you wanna know what I think about, Cody?” He pressed on, not waiting for a response. He didn’t know how Cody would react, but he had to give this a shot. His dick had grown so fucking hard, and he needed the release. If he could get the shy country boy on board with his plan, then maybe he could fall asleep without a hard-on.
Fuckin’ hell! The stupid bottoms were too restrictive so he made quick work of pushing the offending sleep pants down past his hips so he could get a better hold. Mitch ran his thumb back and forth over the sensitive head of his leaking dick as he continued talking.