He brings the camera app up again: the next picture is an out-of-focus shot, his finger stretching precum away from his tip, and he’s stroking harder, hips rocking up, wishing Kade were here instead. Wishing Kade would suck his cock, his beautiful mouth stretching around Felix’s tip, his tongue slipping under his skin.
Felix trembles, leaking onto his fingers. The thought of Kade getting off on his pictures makes him throb, makes him want to kneel and fuck his hand, imagining it’s Kade’s. He wants to slow down, wants to enjoy this with Kade, see how many pictures they’ll send between them.
He pulls his hand off his straining cock, staring down at its flushed, hungry length. He flattens his hand against the cushioned seat of his chair, dragging his eyes to the kitchen cabinet, the wall calendar with its bright, colorful pictures of food: spinach quiche, a steaming bowl of minestrone soup, golden-brown puff pastry.
It gets a little easier to ignore the pressure at his groin, so he sits on his hands, squirming, thinking about roasted chicken, vegetable pizza, garlic toast.
His stomach tightens suddenly. He wants to taste an Italian soup, full of meat and tomato and spices, and he can’t push the craving out of his mind when his mouth waters, and he steps over the kitchen to check his fridge. There’s sliced pepperoni in the chilled compartment, bell peppers and tomatoes in the vegetable crisper, but no ham, or sausage to complete the dish.
Felix sags, staring down at his jutting cock, his pants loose around his hips. “This wasn’t supposed to happen,” he says. “I was jerking off.”
But he’s hungry for food now, and from his experiences over the past four months, he can’t eat something else and hope the craving will go away. Felix sighs, picking up his phone. It buzzes against his palm.
Kade’s next photo is of his fingers squeezing his tip, forcing his damp slit to open. Felix squirms, thinking about his tongue on it, lapping up salty precum. He winces. I need some sausage, he types. And by that I mean sweet Italian sausage. I have a craving suddenly and I really am sorry to kill this conversation. I’m heading out of the house right now.
He hasn’t thought about walking to the bus stop, or waiting for a bus, but the thought makes him groan. Felix stares down at his belly, frowning. “The things I do for you,” he says.
The phone buzzes seconds later. I’ll pick it up for you. Need anything else?
You really don’t have to, Felix answers, surprised. I don’t want to trouble you.
Better than waiting for the bus. You’ll be out for two hours just to get some sausage.
Felix bites his lip. It’s nice of Kade to offer. And he can’t stop scrolling back up to look at their pictures, Kade’s cock heavy in his hand, looking like it needs a bit of care. Like it needs Felix’s mouth on it.
He groans, knowing there isn’t a faster way to go about this. Fine, he types. I actually also need a bit of ham. I’ll pay you when you get here.
Be there in 40 min, Kade texts. On my way out.
Heat sweeps through Felix’s cheeks. I can’t believe you’re doing this for me, he thinks, hugging himself. I’ve hurt you so badly.
But maybe Kade’s hoping for some sex in exchange, and Felix won’t say no to that. Sorry for changing the subject, he types. I really didn’t mean to.
The phone buzzes again. I still have some lube, so I’m not high and dry. But that lube goes quick. Gonna complain again.
Felix dissolves into a fit of giggles. Kade is amazing. He’s funny and handsome and strong. Felix can’t possibly deserve his company. But his alpha will be here soon with a bag of sausages, and he can’t wait.
Felix sinks back into his chair, cradling his phone in his hands.
21
Kade
Kade had been in his bedroom when the text arrived.
He’d bought the giraffe from a department store—Felix had liked the bouquet of lavender from the week before. Kade had wanted to surprise his omega, make him laugh with the toy. So he’d sent a picture of the giraffe, hoping he’d remember the plush toy joke at the gas station.
And Felix had sent another picture right back, except Kade never expected it to be a dick pic. Fifteen years ago, they had flirted on the phone, racking up phone bills until his parents yelled at him. Then they’d got their own phones, moved in together, and there had been no more need to stay up in bed, one hand holding the phone to his ear, the other shoved down his pants.
They haven’t done that since Felix returned to Meadowfall, but this snapshot brings back memories. And the sight of Felix showing him his cock, well... Kade had grown hard. He’d wondered if they’d stay up late again, stroking and exchanging photos, and he’d had every intention of showing Felix streaks of his own cum on his chest, after he removed the chain and ring from his neck.
Then Felix had texted, I need some sausage, and talked about taking a bus, and Kade had cursed, his cock still throbbing in his hand.
It isn’t so bad, he thinks as he flicks on the bike headlights, the garage door pulling open with a whir. I buy stuff he needs, and I get to see his face. Even if we don’t fuck.
Although they probably will. All it takes is Kade shoving him up against a wall. Felix grows hard every time, and he’ll roll his hips up, expectant, wanting Kade’s hand on him.
At the brightly-lit store, he texts, Need anything other than ham and sausage?
Nothing, comes Felix’s reply, unless you want some garlic toast to go with the soup.
Kade drops by the meat counter, then the bread section for some garlic spread, and heads to the registers. It’s 9
