Page 18 of Flowers To Give
Jeremy shakes his head to himself, “It’s different… They have mountains here too. And waterfalls.”
“Did you see a waterfall today?”
“Mhm. There’s even a ranch. Four thousand acres. It’s what we’re filming on,” Jeremy tells him, “They made Jurassic Park there.”
“That’s cool. Taking lots of pictures?”
“Oh yeah,” Jeremy replies sarcastically.
“Don’t let it pass you by.”
“Hm. Well, what am I missing there?”
“My dick in your mouth,”Barry whispers.
Jeremy chews on his lip and smirks at his reflection, “You talk dirty for a guy who’s supposed to be feeding some cattle.”
“I got some time, locked up in the bathroom,” Barry murmurs, voice deep.
Jeremy rinses off his face, patting it dry as he replies, “How much time?”
“I dreamed of you last night. Been thinking of you since I got up,”Barry tells him, “Won’t be too long.”
Chuckling, Jeremy picks up his phone and carries it to the bed. Naked, he lays belly down on the bed and tells him, “Well, I just got out of the shower.”
“Are you naked still?”
“Mhm.”
“Send a pic?”
“Let’s just FaceTime,” Jeremy suggests.
“Tss, my reception’s bad. C’mon, just one picture?”
Jeremy huffs but gets out his camera app, arching his back and taking a picture over his shoulder of his lifted ass. Sending it without a second thought, he says, “There.”
“Mm, I’mma send you one too.”
Smirking, Jeremy stares at his phone screen and waits for a picture. He rubs his hips against the comforter and starts to get really hard, biting his lip and thinking he might not last long either. He tells Barry as much by saying, “I miss you.”
“Fuck, Jeremy, you’re so hot,”Barry whines, “I want to-”
He doesn’t hear the rest as there’s a sharp knock at the door. Still hard, Jeremy sits up and Barry asks, “What was that?”
“Someone’s at the door,” Jeremy tells him, getting up. He feels awkward walking toward the door with his dick bouncing between his legs. His cock head presses against the wood door as he peers through the peephole. He immediately runs away,taking Barry off speaker phone and whispering urgently into the receiver, “It’s Clark!”
“Huh? For real?”
“Jesus, Barry, I think I have to let you go,” Jeremy says as another, louder knock comes at the door again.
“What? Come on. Just pretend you’re asleep!”
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” he tells him, finding his towel and wrapping his dick up in it as he cinches it around his waist.
Barry groans, “Fine. But hey, Jeremy?”
“Yeah?”
