Phone Sex! Yay!
Title: Auditory Stimuli
Author: JLB
Rating: NC-17 for phone pr0n
Disclaimer: Since Heroes isn’t low rent gay porn, it’s pretty safe to assume I’ve had no hand in making it. I’m just a lowly slasher.
Notes: Made with love for the dynamic and roller-tastic kris_anne_, who coerced this out of me for some forgotten reason. Also, a little more than slightly inspired by tiptoe39’s lab coat smut and the movie Bent in a strange way.
“Hello,” I said.
“Hey sexy,” Matt said huskily. I could hear the smirk in his voice. “What are you wearing?”
I smiled, “A lab coat. What do you think?”
“Mmm, lab coat.”
I rolled my eyes, “Are you on your lunch break?”
“I am. I’m in my squad car all by myself, behind an empty warehouse, with fifteen minutes until I have to go back to the station house. So… are you alone?”
I pushed back from the table I was sitting at and looked incredulously at the air, as if Matt could see me. “Are you serious? You want me to talk you off? I’m at work.”
“So am I. Sort of. You’re all… you know, head scientist-y. You can excuse yourself for fifteen minutes, right? I mean, who’s going to stop you?”
“Well, no one, but I don’t feel like that’s very appropriate.”
I stood up. Matt had never once mentioned an inclination towards or a history of phone sex. It seemed very strange he’d just call me up on his lunch hour and try talking dirty to me. My stomach clenched at the idea. I’d never even thought about phone sex before, as I’m pretty pathetic with the dirty talk when I’m face to face with someone.
“Well of course not. That’s kind of the point. Now, come on, I want to imagine you naked and touching yourself.” He chuckled a little to himself.
I ran a hand through my hair nervously, “Am I supposed to say something about being naked?”
He sighed. “You know what?”
“What?”
“I always liked seeing the white of your lab coat against your skin. It makes you look clean and dark. And professional. You look hot in your lab coat.”
I looked around. No one was around. No one ever really was, aside from Bob or Elle walking in occasionally. And there was usually no telling when that might happen. Especially when it was Elle. They seemed to intrude whenever their whims dictated, not when I needed them for anything.
“Matthew,” I said, without meaning, heading into the bathroom.
“Mmm, I’m totally taking off my belt, Mo. Just say my name like that again.”
I shut the door behind me to the bathroom, caught my eye in the mirror and shook my head.
On a sigh, I said, “Matthew.”
He moaned with a slight laugh in his voice, “What’s under your lab coat?”
“I believe you were there when I was getting dressed this morning.”
“Are you wearing something with buttons and blue and gray paisley?”
“Yes.”
“Take it off,” he said.
I felt a surge of nervousness tighten in my chest, but also my dick stirring at the idea. I looked at the closed door. Matt was sitting in his squad car somewhere. He certainly wouldn’t be taking off his clothes. I didn’t know how far I should go with it. I’d never had phone sex before and found Matt engaging me in this was quite strange.
“You’re not taking off your clothes.”
“Goddamn it, Mohinder,” he said, half annoyed and half amused. “You’ve got a face and a voice like sex incarnate, but you don’t have any idea how to be sexy. It’s phone sex, not rocket science. And considering your work isn’t many steps below rocket science, this should be easy for you. Now, just relax, unbutton your shirt, and tell me your touching yourself.”
I leaned against the wall behind the door. He was probably right. I couldn’t help myself from smiling. I had no idea how it was supposed to go, but I didn’t feel like I could talk about doing imaginary sex acts when he wasn’t even there. But I decided to try.
“If you were here right now, where would you touch me?” I asked instead.
He chuckled, “Well I’d get that shirt off you. I really want to see your skin. I’d grab your waist and pull you toward me.”
I closed my eyes, imaging his hands on my waist. My own hand went under the tail of my shirt, without my knowing. It wasn’t the same. It immediately felt lacking. My hands lacked the weight, the span of his. Without the rough texture of his fingertips, I felt alone.
“Would you undo my trousers for me?” I asked.
“God yes,” he hissed. “Would you jack me off?” I thought of his face when we were close, when he was trying to get my clothes off me. His trying-to-concentrate face with heavy eyelids and open lips.
I unbuckled my belt. “Yes,” I slid my hand under my waistline. “And you’ll stroke me at the same time. Wrap your hand around my dick.”
“Yes,” he said breathily.
“Touch me,” I demanded.
“I am. Are you touching me?”
I squeezed my dick harder and my eyes rolled back in my head. I had to undo my pants to make room. I was hungrily wanking, fast and hard. Hearing his breathing over the phone made me think he was there. I could almost feel his breath on my neck.
“Yes.”
“Moan again,” he said breathily.
I did. I let my hand slip back over my balls and moaned loudly into the receiver. I could hear Matt’s heavy breathing in my ear. My hand gripped tighter over the phone and I heard the plastic casing crack.
He grunted a little, “I want to bury my face in your neck. Smell your hair. Taste your skin… Oh God, Mohinder. I can’t see you… Say my name.”
“Matthew,” I gasped.
“Oh Mohinder,” he groaned. The guttural sound of his breathing rolled over me and I tired to hold the sound as long as possible. I wanted to the feel the impact of his voice forever, making my heart beat faster, aching in my dick, pulling my insides around.
“Mattmattmattmattmatt,” I said, pushing my shoulders against the wall, feeling the cement of the wall almost grate against my skin through my clothes.
He grunted, “Fuck.”
I thought of him sitting in his squad car, parked against some moldy, graffiti covered wall, with his pants flayed open, surreptitiously jacking himself off. I laughed a little and moaned a little. I thought of the muscles of his big, pale hand stroking up and down his penis. All that pinkish, reddish, whitish skin against the dark grey of his pants. The clenching of his knuckles and the blood rushing to the head of his cock. I caved a little against the wall, my knees gone weak.
“Maadher chod,” I whispered, feeling a very urgent need to finish. I slid down to the floor.
Matt’s voice was hitched over the phone and I knew he was on the verge of coming. A chorus of ‘yeah’s and ‘fuck’s came over the line in rapid, breathy tones. We’d clearly both gone to incoherency and I felt a little ridiculous holding the phone. Or I would have if my brain was still functioning on an analytical level, but I’d been reduced to brainstem functioning only and could only express my thoughts in curses and moans.
“Oh, fuck, Mohinder,” said Matt triumphantly, with his breath returning to a normal pace. I could hear anonymous shifting of things in the background. I grunted into the phone and came all over my hand. I groaned heavily and reached over for the toilet paper to clean myself up.
“Holy fuck,” Matt said with a laugh. “Oh man, okay… I’ve got to get back to the station.”
“Yeah. I’ve got…” I tried finding words, but I just didn’t care about work anymore. “Yeah, we should get back to work.”
“I’ll see you later, Skinny.”
“Later,” I said, pulling myself up by the towel rack.
After I hung up, I took a few minutes to clean myself up and straighten out my appearance. I had to make sure that I looked presentable and not at all like I’d just had phone sex at work.
When I walked out of the bathroom, the phone rang again. I smiled, for a moment, thinking it was Matt, but it was from the Company. I cleared my throat and answered.
“Hello.”
I only got high-pitched feminine laughter in response.
Even though I was fairly confident it was Elle, I said, “Who is it?”
She brought her chuckling to a low roar and said, “We have cameras in the bathroom too, jackass.”
~love from WI
JLB
Author: JLB
Rating: NC-17 for phone pr0n
Disclaimer: Since Heroes isn’t low rent gay porn, it’s pretty safe to assume I’ve had no hand in making it. I’m just a lowly slasher.
Notes: Made with love for the dynamic and roller-tastic kris_anne_, who coerced this out of me for some forgotten reason. Also, a little more than slightly inspired by tiptoe39’s lab coat smut and the movie Bent in a strange way.
“Hello,” I said.
“Hey sexy,” Matt said huskily. I could hear the smirk in his voice. “What are you wearing?”
I smiled, “A lab coat. What do you think?”
“Mmm, lab coat.”
I rolled my eyes, “Are you on your lunch break?”
“I am. I’m in my squad car all by myself, behind an empty warehouse, with fifteen minutes until I have to go back to the station house. So… are you alone?”
I pushed back from the table I was sitting at and looked incredulously at the air, as if Matt could see me. “Are you serious? You want me to talk you off? I’m at work.”
“So am I. Sort of. You’re all… you know, head scientist-y. You can excuse yourself for fifteen minutes, right? I mean, who’s going to stop you?”
“Well, no one, but I don’t feel like that’s very appropriate.”
I stood up. Matt had never once mentioned an inclination towards or a history of phone sex. It seemed very strange he’d just call me up on his lunch hour and try talking dirty to me. My stomach clenched at the idea. I’d never even thought about phone sex before, as I’m pretty pathetic with the dirty talk when I’m face to face with someone.
“Well of course not. That’s kind of the point. Now, come on, I want to imagine you naked and touching yourself.” He chuckled a little to himself.
I ran a hand through my hair nervously, “Am I supposed to say something about being naked?”
He sighed. “You know what?”
“What?”
“I always liked seeing the white of your lab coat against your skin. It makes you look clean and dark. And professional. You look hot in your lab coat.”
I looked around. No one was around. No one ever really was, aside from Bob or Elle walking in occasionally. And there was usually no telling when that might happen. Especially when it was Elle. They seemed to intrude whenever their whims dictated, not when I needed them for anything.
“Matthew,” I said, without meaning, heading into the bathroom.
“Mmm, I’m totally taking off my belt, Mo. Just say my name like that again.”
I shut the door behind me to the bathroom, caught my eye in the mirror and shook my head.
On a sigh, I said, “Matthew.”
He moaned with a slight laugh in his voice, “What’s under your lab coat?”
“I believe you were there when I was getting dressed this morning.”
“Are you wearing something with buttons and blue and gray paisley?”
“Yes.”
“Take it off,” he said.
I felt a surge of nervousness tighten in my chest, but also my dick stirring at the idea. I looked at the closed door. Matt was sitting in his squad car somewhere. He certainly wouldn’t be taking off his clothes. I didn’t know how far I should go with it. I’d never had phone sex before and found Matt engaging me in this was quite strange.
“You’re not taking off your clothes.”
“Goddamn it, Mohinder,” he said, half annoyed and half amused. “You’ve got a face and a voice like sex incarnate, but you don’t have any idea how to be sexy. It’s phone sex, not rocket science. And considering your work isn’t many steps below rocket science, this should be easy for you. Now, just relax, unbutton your shirt, and tell me your touching yourself.”
I leaned against the wall behind the door. He was probably right. I couldn’t help myself from smiling. I had no idea how it was supposed to go, but I didn’t feel like I could talk about doing imaginary sex acts when he wasn’t even there. But I decided to try.
“If you were here right now, where would you touch me?” I asked instead.
He chuckled, “Well I’d get that shirt off you. I really want to see your skin. I’d grab your waist and pull you toward me.”
I closed my eyes, imaging his hands on my waist. My own hand went under the tail of my shirt, without my knowing. It wasn’t the same. It immediately felt lacking. My hands lacked the weight, the span of his. Without the rough texture of his fingertips, I felt alone.
“Would you undo my trousers for me?” I asked.
“God yes,” he hissed. “Would you jack me off?” I thought of his face when we were close, when he was trying to get my clothes off me. His trying-to-concentrate face with heavy eyelids and open lips.
I unbuckled my belt. “Yes,” I slid my hand under my waistline. “And you’ll stroke me at the same time. Wrap your hand around my dick.”
“Yes,” he said breathily.
“Touch me,” I demanded.
“I am. Are you touching me?”
I squeezed my dick harder and my eyes rolled back in my head. I had to undo my pants to make room. I was hungrily wanking, fast and hard. Hearing his breathing over the phone made me think he was there. I could almost feel his breath on my neck.
“Yes.”
“Moan again,” he said breathily.
I did. I let my hand slip back over my balls and moaned loudly into the receiver. I could hear Matt’s heavy breathing in my ear. My hand gripped tighter over the phone and I heard the plastic casing crack.
He grunted a little, “I want to bury my face in your neck. Smell your hair. Taste your skin… Oh God, Mohinder. I can’t see you… Say my name.”
“Matthew,” I gasped.
“Oh Mohinder,” he groaned. The guttural sound of his breathing rolled over me and I tired to hold the sound as long as possible. I wanted to the feel the impact of his voice forever, making my heart beat faster, aching in my dick, pulling my insides around.
“Mattmattmattmattmatt,” I said, pushing my shoulders against the wall, feeling the cement of the wall almost grate against my skin through my clothes.
He grunted, “Fuck.”
I thought of him sitting in his squad car, parked against some moldy, graffiti covered wall, with his pants flayed open, surreptitiously jacking himself off. I laughed a little and moaned a little. I thought of the muscles of his big, pale hand stroking up and down his penis. All that pinkish, reddish, whitish skin against the dark grey of his pants. The clenching of his knuckles and the blood rushing to the head of his cock. I caved a little against the wall, my knees gone weak.
“Maadher chod,” I whispered, feeling a very urgent need to finish. I slid down to the floor.
Matt’s voice was hitched over the phone and I knew he was on the verge of coming. A chorus of ‘yeah’s and ‘fuck’s came over the line in rapid, breathy tones. We’d clearly both gone to incoherency and I felt a little ridiculous holding the phone. Or I would have if my brain was still functioning on an analytical level, but I’d been reduced to brainstem functioning only and could only express my thoughts in curses and moans.
“Oh, fuck, Mohinder,” said Matt triumphantly, with his breath returning to a normal pace. I could hear anonymous shifting of things in the background. I grunted into the phone and came all over my hand. I groaned heavily and reached over for the toilet paper to clean myself up.
“Holy fuck,” Matt said with a laugh. “Oh man, okay… I’ve got to get back to the station.”
“Yeah. I’ve got…” I tried finding words, but I just didn’t care about work anymore. “Yeah, we should get back to work.”
“I’ll see you later, Skinny.”
“Later,” I said, pulling myself up by the towel rack.
After I hung up, I took a few minutes to clean myself up and straighten out my appearance. I had to make sure that I looked presentable and not at all like I’d just had phone sex at work.
When I walked out of the bathroom, the phone rang again. I smiled, for a moment, thinking it was Matt, but it was from the Company. I cleared my throat and answered.
“Hello.”
I only got high-pitched feminine laughter in response.
Even though I was fairly confident it was Elle, I said, “Who is it?”
She brought her chuckling to a low roar and said, “We have cameras in the bathroom too, jackass.”
~love from WI
JLB