cn you do josh getting off to a picture of tyler?
it’s been so long since they’ve actually been together, miles and miles between california and ohio, that it takes him no more than six tugs before he’s spilling all over his fingers. cum catches on his knuckles and dribbles down to his boxers, but he doesn’t care, shaking and clutching his phone in hand, clenching his jaw and whimpering tyler’s name.
the picture was one he took on tour, overseas. tyler, the sheets of the unfamiliar hotel bed kicked way down, the curve of his ass against the far window, turned away from josh and sleeping peacefully.
but it’s enough.
not really, though. not when josh feels he’s light years away from the love of his life, hunched low in his armchair with cum dripping from his hand.
he’s still got himself clutched in wet fingers, cock softening and twitching, the thumb of his other hand smearing sweat across the screen. aching to touch his boy, even if just through a photograph.
but all he feels is hard plastic.
the tears start to well just as his phone rings.
he blinks the wetness away, sees another picture of tyler pop up, this one of tyler grinning right at the camera, all four dimples standing out as his eyes crinkle.
josh answers with a sniff, flexes his sticky fingers. “hi. you’re not gonna believe what i just did.”