Marshall could practically hear his blood pumping in his ears in the ensuing silence. It took him a few seconds to realize that was because he wasn't breathing.

"Goddamn." He finally said on a whoosh of expelled air, the thought of having phone sex with AJ and his raspy sex voice making his body hum.

AJ let out a sigh of relief, having started to wonder if he'd been reading Marshall wrong somehow. Turning off the TV, he flipped onto his back, closing his eyes. Slowly his hand crept down the front of himself, over the material of his white beater to the waistline of his jeans.

Working his hand under the hem of his beater he softly caressed his stomach and asked, "What kind of pants do you have on?"

Marshall slid down his bed a little so he was lying on his back, his head and shoulders propped up on a couple pillows. "Um, jeans."

"Undo them." AJ ordered.

Marshall bit back a moan and did as AJ told him without thinking twice, pushing the open sides of his jeans apart, revealing his boxers underneath, along with his hard cock. "Done."

"Push them and your boxers down over your hips." AJ said, undoing his own pants and sliding them down his hips.

Marshall did as he said, leaving his on but down around his thighs so his erection sprang free. He was finding it strangely erotic to have AJ dictating what he wanted him to do.

"Done. What now?" Marshall asked, his heartbeat racing.

AJ bit his lip for a second, picturing Marshall laying there with his pants down but not off, his dick…AJ's eyes snapped open. "Are you hard? For me?"

Marshall looked down at himself. Not that he had to to know, but he did anyway. "Fuck yes."

"Shit. God I wish I was there so I could take you in my mouth and suck you off." AJ said on a moan as his hand wandered down past his waist to his own hard cock.

"Oh fuck, so do I." Marshall muttered, wrapping his hand around his dick and pumping lightly.

AJ forced his hand away from himself and asked, "Are you jerking yourself?"

"Uh huh." Marshall said, his hand sliding up and down his shaft.

"Stop it. Now." AJ ordered.

Marshall's hand stilled, but he couldn't bring himself to pull it away. He just wanted to cum…badly. "Why?"

AJ heard the near whine in his voice and felt a rush of power wash over him. Marshall was giving him control. Shit was that hot.

"Because I said so bitch." AJ snapped, wanting to see how far he could push it. Marshall had called him that before, and it turned him on, but he had no idea how Marshall would feel about being called that.

Marshall sucked in a sharp breath, but strangely, AJ calling him bitch turned him on even more. With a strangled moan of frustration, he did what he told him and pulled his hand away.

"Fucker. I did it. Now what?" Marshall asked irritable and horny beyond belief.

"You have a shirt on?" AJ asked, sliding his hand up under his own beater.

"Yeah, want it off?" Marshall asked, now completely under AJ's control.

"No. Just push it up above your chest." AJ said, doing the same to his.

Marshall did and then said, "Ok."

"Pinch your nipples."

That gave Marshall pause. He still wasn't used to his nipples being an erogenous zone. "What? Why?"

AJ forced an irritated note into his voice as he replied. "Because I fucking told you to, bitch. If you're going to keep questioning everything I say, I'm hanging up now."

Marshall knew he was being a hard ass on purpose, playing a part, and he loved it. He could just imagine if AJ was there that he'd have him up against a wall somewhere getting ready to ream his ass. He started in surprise as he realized he wanted that. He wanted AJ inside him, owning him. Fuck. What was happening to him?

He didn't have time to wonder as AJ's voice came through the line again. "Well, what's it going to be?"

Marshall reached over to his nightstand and pushed a button on the phone base, clicking on the speaker phone as he set the phone down with his other hand, then shut off the TV. "Shit that's better."

"What did you do?" AJ asked curiously, his roll of dom temporarily set aside.

"Speaker phone." Marshall said simply, moving his fingers to his nipples the way AJ had told him to. A second later he gave his nipples a hard pinch and mumbled, "Oh fuck."

AJ heard him. "You're doing it? Pinching them?"

"Yeah." Marshall breathed.

"Hold that thought." AJ said, climbing off his bed and searching for his headset.

He didn't have a speaker phone, but he had a headset his mom had given him so that he'd be safe while talking on the phone and driving. He never used it for that, but he figured it could come in handy for this. Finding it near the bottom of one of his suitcases along with a plug in for the battery which he grabbed because he figured his battery had to be close to dying since they'd been talking so long anyway, he hooked it up then settled back down on the bed, hands free.

Reaching up to his own nipples, he pinched hard and jerked on the bed. "Pinch them again." He told Marshall.

Marshall moaned, doing what AJ said. "Fuck. I'm so fucking hard."

AJ smirked. "Baby, you have no idea what hard is yet."

Marshall shivered in anticipation. "Show me."

AJ closed his eyes for a second, almost giving in to the urge to touch himself at Marshall's husky request. "Pretend it's me, pinching them and rolling them between my fingers and thumb. Close your eyes and imagine my mouth on one at a time, sucking and biting, making you beg for more." AJ said in a low raspy voice.

Marshall did as he was told, his dick jumping and leaking precum in response. "Shit. God that's so fucking hot."

"Feel good?" AJ asked in a seductive voice.

"Fuck yeah." Marshall responded breathlessly as he continued to roll and pinch his nipples.

"Now my hands are moving down from you nipples. I'm running my fingertips all over your stomach and sides while my tongue dips in and out of your navel."

With his eyes still closed, Marshall moved his hands in time with AJ's narration and soon he was having a hard time lying still as his fingertips trailed all over the sensitized skin of his stomach and sides. He could almost feel AJ's tongue in his navel and it was beyond erotic.

"Fuck, Alex, let me touch myself. I need to cum so fucking bad right now." Marshall all but begged.

AJ moaned, running his hands over his skin the same way Marshall was. It was so hot having Marshall ask him for permission to touch himself that he almost came right then. "Not yet. You have no damn patience, baby. Just lay back and go with it. I promise, it'll be soooo good when you finally do cum."

Marshall gasped as his hand inadvertently skimmed the tip of his cock, smearing precum on the back of his hand just as AJ called him baby. "Shit, whatever. I just want to fucking cum."

AJ chuckled lightly, then continued. "Now I'm moving my hands over your hips. Closing in on your rock hard cock, but not touching it, just teasing the living hell out of you until you're squirming on the bed under my touch. Can you feel that baby? Can you feel me touching you like that?"

"Fuck yes. So hot. Shit." Marshall gasped as he did what AJ said and teased himself, squirming just like AJ said he would.

AJ's hips thrust up off the bed of their own will as he did the same thing. His voice got low and throaty as he continued to talk dirty to him. "I'm moving my hands down further now. Spreading your legs, running my fingertips over your inner thighs. I'm getting closer to your cock and you love the torture, the anticipation. My fingers are skimming that sensitive spot right behind your balls and your hips jerk up off the bed because of it."

As if AJ was controlling his body with strings, Marshall's hands and fingers moved where he told him and his hips jerked up just when AJ said they would.

"Oh fuck," he moaned.

"That's it. Fuck you're a good little bitch, doing everything I say. I'll bet you're so hard right now you can feel your heart beating in your cock, can't you?" AJ asked, his voice dripping with sex.

"Shit yes. I'm gonna fucking explode without even touching myself pretty soon," Marshall panted, loving the way AJ was talking to him.

"Don't you dare fucking cum until I tell you to. Understand?" AJ said with an edge in his voice.

"Yes." Marshall breathed, not even questioning the control AJ had over him right then. He just knew what was happening, what AJ was having him do to himself, felt great and he wanted more.

"Good. Now, I'm grabbing your balls and rolling them over my fingers…slowly." AJ said, doing so himself, a bead of precum leaking out of his tip.

Marshall did as he said, gasping in pleasure. "Oh that just…fuck…feels so fucking good."

AJ smiled. "Told you it would. And we aren't even to the good stuff yet, baby."

"Shit." Marshall breathed.

"While my one hand keeps massaging your balls, my other starts skimming up and down the shaft of that beautiful cock of yours, just my fingertips, over and over until you feel like you're going insane." AJ said, barely above a whisper as he did what he was saying to himself too, starting to loose some of his control.

For a few minutes, there were no sounds in either room or over the line save for their heavy breathing and moaning as both tortured themselves, pretending it was the other doing it.

Finally neither could handle it anymore. Marshall spoke first though.

"Alex…can't take it…please…" he panted, his eyes squeezed shut, perspiration beading on his skin.

AJ licked his dry lips as he listened to Marshall beg. "Fuck yes. That's it. Beg me bitch. Beg me to let you cum."

"Need to cum… let me cum…need it so bad…my cock's so fucking hard…it hurts…shit…please…" Marshall panted out in a sexy little whine that brought AJ closer to the edge.

"Do it Marshall. Make yourself cum for me. I want to hear you fuck your fist and cum screaming my name." AJ ordered, letting go of all restraint and grasping his own hard cock in his hand as he thrust up into it.

Marshall wasted no time wrapping his fingers around his aching dick and starting to jerk himself in earnest as he thrust his hips upwards. "Oh fuck me…so fucking good…"

AJ moaned. "I know, baby. I feel it too…shit…fuck your fist like it's my mouth. I'm sucking you down my throat and your hands are in my hair, holding me while you shove yourself deeper, hitting the back of my throat, feeling me moan around you because it's getting me off to let you do that to me…" AJ broke off, unable to talk anymore as his own orgasm started buzzing through his body.

Marshall imagined what AJ was telling him and it was finally too much. His whole body started to vibrate and then he was finally falling over, cumming in long spurts all over his hand and stomach, screaming AJ's name just the way AJ wanted him to.

AJ heard him panting and moaning, then heard him scream his name as he came and it was all it took. His whole body convulsed, his hips jerking high off the bed as he screamed Marshall's name and came all over himself.

For long minutes afterwards, they both lay on their backs on their beds, limbs completely jello-like, staring up at the ceiling, their bodies coming down off the best orgasms either of them had had in a long time, with the exception of the ones they'd had together a little over a week ago.

Finally Marshall found his voice and said, "Fuck that was just…goddamn. Where'd you learn to do that shit?"

AJ chuckled, pulling his beater over his head finally and using it to wipe himself off. "I've uh, actually never done that before."

"You're fucking shitting me." Marshall said in disbelief, pulling his own shirt over his head and unwittingly doing the same thing AJ had done with his beater.

AJ shook his head, rolling onto his stomach and detaching the headset so he could talk directly into the phone. "Nope. Never had phone sex before in my life. Never had the urge I guess."

"Shit." Marshall exclaimed, still unable to believe AJ had done all that off the top of his head.

AJ chuckled lightly at the wonder in the older man's voice. "So, was it good for you?"

Marshall nodded before remembering AJ couldn't see him. Reaching over, he clicked off the speaker phone and picked the phone back up, putting it up to his ear and saying, "Hell yes. Only thing better would have been for you to be here doing all that to me for real."

AJ bit his lip, wondering if he should respond how he wanted to that. He decided to go for it. What was the worst he could say? No?

"You know, that could be arranged…if you want." He said unsurely, afraid of rejection.

Marshall sucked in a sharp breath, realizing what AJ was offering. "How soon?"

AJ let out a breath of relief. "Beginning of next week. I'm stuck here 'til then."

Marshall thought for a second. The beginning of next week was three days away. He had a promo shoot and some stuff to do with Dre, but Hailie would be at Kim's and the rest of his time besides the promo stuff and Dre was free, so he figured that would be perfect.

"It's a date."

Butterflies danced in AJ's stomach at the thought until he glanced at the clock and realized they'd been on the phone for over three hours. "Shit. I've gotta go. Gotta get up early in the morning to be at the damn studio."

"Ok, yeah, I should go to. Tomorrow's my last day with Hailie before she goes back to her mom." Marshall sighed and added. "I hate this shit. Sharing her kills me."

AJ bit his lip, his heart going out to him. "I know."

Pulling himself together, Marshall cleared his throat. "Talk to you tomorrow night?"

AJ smiled into the phone. "Can't wait. Night."

"Night. Oh, and Alex?"

"Yeah?"

"Sweet dreams." Marshall said seductively before hanging up.

AJ lay there for a long minute before pulling the phone from his ear and hitting the off button. Sweet dream. He had no doubt he'd be having a few of those over the next few days until he saw him. He couldn't wait.


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