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"So, how have you been, sweetheart?"

"Fine, everything's good here. You?"

"Great. Missing you though," Simon added in a soft voice. "How's the hotel room?"

"Well...," Lawry considered. "As Laz says, it has the right number of walls."

Simon chuckled. "And a bed, I hope."

"Yes but not a very comfortable one, also a shower. Which I've just been using," he added.

"Really?" Simon replied slowly, thoughtfully. "Does that mean you're wearing a towel right now?"

"Yes actually. Why?"

"Oh, just picturing you in a towel with wet hair. It's a nice image."

"Erm..., thank you," Lawry replied, pleased but rather taken aback.

Simon sank lower into his armchair and thoughtfully traced his fingers around the top of his glass. "I'm picturing you sitting on the bed. Are you sitting on the bed?"

"Er, yes...," What an odd thing to say, Lawry thought.

"Okay," Simon lowered his voice to a huskier tone. "How about you lie down? On your back."

"Erm..., hang on." Light began to dawn. "Are we having phone sex here?" Lawry carefully clarified.

"Well, only if you want to."

"Okay," Lawry laughed slightly. Well, what the hell, why not? Okay, he hadn't done this sort of thing before but that didn't mean that he couldn't. And it was his boyfriend, it wasn't like it was some weird stalker.
"Hang on a sec, I'll just put this on hands-free." He switched the phone to speaker mode and lay down on the bed, settling the phone on the pillow by his head. "Okay."

Simon took a swig of his drink, smiling to himself as he imagined his young boyfriend lying on a bed in only a towel. "Okay baby, I want you to slowly run your hands over your chest and stomach. Close your eyes and pretend it's me doing it."

Lawry complied, trying not to feel too silly.

"Feel good?"

Lawry made a murmur of agreement into the phone as he tried to picture Simon's hands on his body.

"That's right, enjoy it." He heard Lawry make a soft appreciative sound and lowered his voice further. "Now bring your hands down lower and undo the towel. Slowly."

"Yes...," Lawry breathed down the phone into his ear.

"Okay, touch yourself, babe. Pleasure yourself to my voice. How's it feel? Hard and hot and wet?"

"Yes."

"Feeling big in your hand? Getting harder?"

"Yes."

"Good. Keep touching it, babe. Think about me, think about the things you love me doing to you." He let his free hand slip into his lap, lightly stroked himself through his trousers.

Lawry kept his eyes closed, imagining Simon leant over him, softly kissing down his body towards his groin whilst Simon's voice continued purring in his ear. "Oh God, Si, I’m close," he moaned.

"That's right," Simon gently encouraged him. "Come for me, baby."

Lawry swore softly as his body jerked and he came in his own hand, his sticky wet semen running over his fingers. "Wow, Si," he panted, recovering himself. "That was awesome." He heard Simon chuckle.
Okay, he thought as he wiped his fingers on a fistful of tissues, his turn then. He grinned to himself as he retrieved the phone and propped himself up on one elbow. "Alright..., what about you?"

Simon smiled and sank still lower into his chair.

"Are you hard?" Lawry murmured in his best sex-voice.

"Yeah, you know I am, baby."

"Okay, maybe you should undo your trousers then."

"Good idea."