“Fuck you, I ought to kick your ass,” Mitch rumbled, stalking toward his rental.
“But you won’t.” Kreed chuckled.
“I might. Irritable bowel syndrome? Are you fucking kidding me, that’s all you could come up with?” Mitch opened the door, sliding in the driver’s seat.
“I had to think fast,” Kreed said, shutting the passenger door and putting on his seat belt.
“Your job was to keep her out of the fucking office,” Mitch hissed, starting the SUV.
“How was I supposed to know that’s where they kept the fucking Styrofoam cups? I was louder than a herd of elephants coming down the hall. You had time to hide.” Mitch’s phone began to ring as he pulled out of his parking spot.
“You’re the worst fucking partner on the planet. Hello,” he barked into the phone.
“Is this a bad time?” Cody asked, and Mitch’s ruffled feathers were immediately soothed. This was the first time Cody had spontaneously and voluntarily called him. He could feel the smile spreading on his face.
“No, of course not. Not for you. What’re you doing?” His voice became softer and his heart raced.
“Oh god, here we go again,” Kreed spouted as he rolled his eyes and slumped down in the seat, being completely overdramatic.
“Fuck you,” he snarled at Kreed, but he was in too good a mood right now to be serious. He gave Kreed his I-mean-it stare before he continued. “Ignore him, Cody. We just left an assignment that he fucked up, but I don’t want to talk about that. I’d rather talk about you. What are you up to tonight?”
~~~
Cody stretched out on his bed completely nude, his hardened cock already in his hand. It was eleven o’clock his time, so midnight in DC, and he was more than ready for some of that hot as hell phone sex Mitch was so good at giving him. He’d even put his laptop on the bed in case Mitch could Skype. He’d grown to love their video chat sessions.
But dammit if his night hadn’t just came to a screeching halt. Mitch was with people—well, his buddy Kreed. How in the hell did he even begin to answer the question Mitch asked now? What was he up to? He couldn’t just say what he really wanted. Which was to jack off with Mitch.
“Is this a bad time?” he asked again, trying to keep his voice even. Mitch was silent for a minute, maybe even catching on, maybe not, but Cody waited for him to answer.
“It’s not a good time for me, but you sound like you might be ready.” Mitch’s voice lowered to little more than a whisper.
“I can still hear you, ass. I’m sitting right next to you,” Kreed said loud enough for Cody to hear.
“I can call you later.” Cody suddenly wished he’d never made this call. He should have texted first, but Mitch stopped him.
“No, hang on.” Mitch replied, and Cody could hear the screech of the car tires in the background.
“What the hell? Are you trying to kill us?” Kreed shouted.
“Shut up,” Mitch grumbled and Cody heard the car door slam. “Okay, we’re alone now.”
“What did you do?” Cody asked, completely confused.
“I pulled over and got out. So what are you really doing?” Mitch questioned. It took a second for Cody’s mind to switch in so many different directions.
“I was thinking about you,” he confessed, feeling a little vulnerable and still worried he shouldn’t have made this call.
“You’re always on my mind. Are you alone?” Mitch asked, making everything right again in Cody’s world.
“Yeah.”
“Are you naked?” Mitch purred. Cody could hear the smile in Mitch’s tone. It made him smile too, and he reached for his cock again.
“Yeah.” The heat of his blush warmed his cheeks. He’d gone from turned on, to losing the erection, back to so turned on in a matter of two or three minutes, and it all happened with the sound of Mitch’s voice. He gripped himself, moving his fist up and down his swollen shaft.
“Are you touching yourself? I bet you are. I wish I was there to do that for you.”
Cody said nothing because he wanted that exact thing so badly right now.
“I want it to be me touching you, stroking you, Cody. Me tasting you, sucking you till you give up your load. Mmm…damn. Just thinking about you fucking my mouth…” The horn to Mitch’s rental sounded off in the background. Cody heard Mitch curse under his breath. He had been so close, and he was horny as hell. His dick wept with need. Kreed must have rolled down the window because he could hear him shouting at Mitch.
“Get in the car. I know what you’re doing. You have to be on duty tonight. Phone fuck him later, Mitch. Job before hos.” And Kreed honked the horn again.
“You need to go.” Cody couldn’t help the disappointment, but he completely understood. He had plenty of images of Mitch in his spank bank, so he’d be just fine.
“He’s such a pain in the ass,” Mitch growled into the phone. Cody loved that sexy growl Mitch had, and so did his dick.
“He’s your partner. You’re on a big case. I shouldn’t have called.”
“No, you always call. Don’t stop calling. I love when you call me. It’s just, I’ve got surveillance tonight, and I’ll be off around six in the morning. Can I call you then?” Mitch sounded hopeful.
“We’re on the last leg of repairing the fence line. I’m meeting my brothers at five. We need to get it done before I start back to work,” Cody answered. He still gripped himself tightly. He’d finish this when he hung up.
“Dammit! Then call me when you take a break,” Mitch instructed.
“You need to sleep sometime, Mitch.”
“Just call me,” Mitch repeated, and the horn blared again in the background. “Cowboy, I want you to send me a picture of yourself right now. Get that angle from the webcam when you put it on the nightstand or whatever’s by your head. And promise me you’ll keep doing what you’re doing, just make sure it’s me you’re thinking about. It’s my lips on you, my fingers inside you, pleasuring you till you explode. And I expect you to say my name when you come.”