Perfect Imperfections

Jeremy jerked, seemingly shocked by Reg’s frankness. The truth was, Reg wouldn’t have been that open with anyone else. He didn’t have any shame about sex, but he wasn’t interested in sharing details about his personal life with people. With Jeremy, it was different. Partly because Reg felt closer to him, but mostly because he wanted Jeremy to feel comfortable talking to him about sex and to think about him in relation to sexual things. He wanted Jeremy under him, over him, in him. He just plain wanted Jeremy. So he kept talking.

“First thing in the morning too. I wake up with wood, and I need to take care of it. And then at night, if I can’t sleep, I go into the bathroom and yank one out.” He grinned and waggled his eyebrows. “Once usually does the trick, but if it doesn’t, I do it again.”

After closing his gaping mouth and swallowing a few times, Jeremy said, “I thought you slept closer to the bathroom because of all the water you drink.”

“That too.” Reg winked. “But if I’m in there for longer than a minute, you can be pretty sure I’m beating off.”

“Seriously?”

Reg nodded.

“Wow.” Jeremy looked stunned.

Given Jeremy’s self-proclaimed ambivalence toward sex, Reg would have thought he spent a lot of time getting handsy with himself, so he was surprised by that reaction. “What?” he asked. “Don’t try to tell me you don’t get yourself off.”

“I do, but”—Jeremy ducked his face—“that’s a, uh, lot, isn’t it?”

“Maybe,” Reg said with a shrug. He spent every night with a sexy guy he desperately wanted but couldn’t have wrapped around him and every day watching that guy move and bend and smile. He was a giant ball of hormones, and the fact that he went into the bathroom to relieve himself instead of dropping trou and painting Jeremy with his ejaculate was a minor miracle. The thought of his seed on Jeremy’s skin made him groan. He cleared his throat and forced himself to focus. “How often do you do it?”

“Uh, I don’t, uh—” Jeremy blinked rapidly. “Every few days, I guess.”

Though he thought he knew Jeremy well, Reg was surprised by that response. He had figured a light sex life with other people meant Jeremy had a really busy sex life with himself. “Really?” he said. “You go three days with nothing?”

The only light in the room came from the partially open bathroom door, so Reg couldn’t see Jeremy’s face well enough to know if he was blushing, but he’d have bet his last dollar on it.

“Not always, but I get busy and tired and—” Jeremy sighed. “I’m thirty-one. That means I’ve cum into a dirty sock more times than I can count. It gets old. Maybe I should try the shower idea.”

“A dirty sock?”

Jeremy immediately lowered his face, resting his forehead against Reg’s chest. “I didn’t mean, uh… I don’t have a kink or anything. It’s just that it’s already dirty so, uh—”

“That’s resourceful,” Reg said. “I’m not as environmentally conscious when I masturbate.”

“Because of all the showers?”

“That too. At home I had my Fleshlight, so showers were shorter, but I still had to clean up after, so I don’t think I saved much water.” He shifted and moaned quietly, getting ridiculously turned on by the conversation. “It was more fun, though.”

“Your flashlight?” Jeremy glanced back up, meeting his gaze. “What do you do with—”

“Fleshlight. Not flashlight. It’s a toy.”

Jeremy’s expression was blank.

“You’ve never heard of it?”

“No.” Jeremy shook his head.

“Oh, man. Too bad we’re traveling light—I didn’t bring mine along. It’s shaped like a flashlight, but the inside is made of some supersecret material that feels almost like the real deal, and you basically fuck into it.” Reg stopped breathing, and his heart rate increased. “Hey, I have a great idea.”

“What?”

“I’ll buy us a couple, and then we can play around.” He vibrated with excitement. “I’ll even show you how to use it.”

“You’re nuts,” Jeremy said with a snort and settled himself onto Reg’s larger body again, shifting from side to side until he found a comfortable position and then sighing.

Reg immediately got to work, sliding his fingers along Jeremy’s shoulders and neck. “I’m serious.”

“You’re not buying us sex toys.”

“Why not? It’ll be something fun to do when we’re too worn out to go out and we’re vegging in a hotel room.” And if he was lucky, it meant he’d get to see what Jeremy looked like when he was turned on, when he came. The thought of that was almost enough to make Reg lose it. If he actually got to see it—Jeremy’s cheeks flushed, his expression tense with passion and need, his dick hard…. Reg was going shopping the next day.

“You mean when I’m too worn out to go out and I drag you down with me.”

“Cut it out,” Reg said, his lustful thoughts abandoned. “I don’t like it when you run yourself down.”