“Slow the fuck down.”
“What?” Gabe gasps, eyes flying open. He pulls his hand out of his pants almost as an afterthought, switching. the phone to his other ear. Holding it in place with his shoulder, he asks, “The fuck, man, fucking seriously, why you gotta-“
“Gabe,” Bill’s voice somehow manages to convey the exasperated eye roll Gabe knows he’s pulling. “My Spanish is good, but not soap opera good.”
Dropping his head back against the pillows, Gabe grins, panting slightly. “I was talking Spanish?”
“For the last five minutes.”
“You only complained now.”
“Well, it was working for me until you started grunting stuff. You sounded like the Count.”
Gabe throws one arm over his face, laughing out loud. “You’re fucking kidding me.”
“One,” Bill groans, voice ridiculously low and breathy. “One more, sweetie. Two, two more, I need to feel you, I love you, I love you. Three-“
“One,” Gabe interrupts. “Going one, stupid with a dildo tonight, dickhead.”
Bill’s laughing on the other end of the line. “I miss you, but I don't know why."
“'Cause I drive you nuts, duh"
“You're crazy, of course. Can we get back to the getting off thing already?”
“Yes, little boy, yes,” Gabe grins, scratching at his stomach. ‘Want Spanglish, gringo?”
“Fuck you.”
“Now we’re talking.”