Paris Calling
Happy Birfday, Skyblue_Reverie!
Pairing: Tony/Control
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1650
Summary: Control is away, and Tony misses him.
Disclaimer: Fry & Laurie win the universe; I am not worthy.
Author's Note: Fits in my Tony/Control universe after my Controlled Love series.
Happy Birthday! Written for my darling ever-so-corking beta queen skyblue_reverie who has seen my fics through thick and thin. This is unbeta'ed, darling, so do your worst (and consider it the other part of your prezzie!). Hee! and MWAH!
Paris Calling
It was the first time they had been apart since their relationship had blossomed into romance. Control had not wanted to leave Tony, but it was vital that he attend the conference in Paris. Tony had to stay at home to handle the demands of his new job.
The day had been long and tiring. It was late when Control returned to his hotel room, and he was exhausted. He had eaten a light dinner and wanted simply to go to sleep. He put on his pyjamas, brushed his teeth, and crawled into bed. There was just one more very pleasant task to complete, the one that he'd been waiting for hours to do and that would make the entire day bearable.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Tony."
"Control! I am so happy to hear your voice!"
"Thank you, Tony. I'm happy to hear yours as well."
"I miss you. How was your day?"
"You are very kind to say that you miss me, Tony. I miss you as well, very much. My day was very long, very tiring, and I'm quite glad that it is over. How was yours?"
"Very much the same, I'm afraid. If I hadn't had this phone call to look forward to, it would have been a very difficult day indeed."
"Yes, Tony, it is exactly the same for me."
Just hearing Tony's voice was enough for Control to begin feeling aroused, and he began unconsciously running his free hand over his chest. When he grazed his left nipple, his breath hitched.
"Control, is everything all right?"
"Mmmm, yes, Tony, everything is quite all right."
"Good, because I was afraid I heard you gasping for air. I was worried you might be having trouble breathing."
"I did gasp, Tony, but not because of any problem. It was quite a good feeling that made that happen."
"I don't understand, Control. What do you mean?"
Control hadn't ever thought about having this kind of conversation on the phone, but it felt very exciting to think about. He wondered if it would feel as exciting to actually do it. He decided to try.
"What I mean, Tony, is that I've been stroking my chest as we've been talking. When I rubbed over one of my nipples, it made me gasp because it felt so good." Just telling Tony about it made Control more aroused.
There was silence from the other side. Control was afraid he had scared Tony or made him feel uncomfortable. He was just about to talk when Tony blurted out, "Thank you for telling me, Control. I liked hearing it."
"Did you, Tony? Really?"
"Oh, yes, Control. You see," Tony blushed, "I'm missing you quite a lot and wishing you were here so we could, er..."
"What, Tony? What would you like us to be able to do?"
"I want us to be in bed together, Control. Hugging and holding each other."
"Very nice, Tony. Is that all, just hugging and holding?"
Tony knew what Control wanted... he wanted Tony to talk and use words that Tony wasn't used to using out loud. It made him blush, but he loved it. "No, Control, that's not all. I want to be able to run my hands over you."
"Mmm... very nice. What else?"
"I want to kiss you, Control. I want to feel your mouth on mine."
"I want that, too. Very, very much. I wonder, Tony, if you would like to do something for me?"
Tony knew he would anything Control asked. "Oh, of course, Control, you know I would!"
Control smiled happily to himself. He loved Tony deeply, and he especially appreciated Tony's eagerness to try new things. He was proud of Tony being so brave. "Very good, Tony, that makes me glad. What I'd like, Tony, very much, is for you to take off your clothing."
Tony turned bright pink at this suggestion and let out a deep longing sigh. "I can't do that, Control."
Control wasn't sure how to respond, but he didn't want to make Tony feel badly. He would just change the conversation to something that Tony would be more comfortable talking about, like his new job. "Never mind, Tony, it's fine. You don't have..."
"No, Control, it's not that I don't want to," Tony's voice was lowering to a whisper; Control had to strain to hear but he wanted to let Tony say what he needed to say. "It's just that... Oh, Control!"
"Tony, what is it? Please, I didn't mean to upset you."
"No, Control, it's not that... the reason I can't take off my clothes is that... is that..." Tony wanted to tell everything, so he took a deep breath. "The reason is that I'm already naked." Tony felt so embarrassed.
Control's cock immediately hardened as he listened to Tony's confession. He couldn't stifle the low moan that escaped his lips. "Tony, my darling Tony, you mustn't be embarrassed at all about that! I want you that way. You see, Tony, I thought that it would be ever so lovely if we would each be able to have an orgasm even though we aren't together."
Tony wanted to crawl through the phone wire and curl up in Control's arms. How lucky he was to have someone so understanding and so loving! "How can we do that, Control? If we're not together..."
"Well, Tony, let me explain. I will talk to you, describe how I would be touching and kissing you if I were there. I may even tell you to do things to yourself and pretend it's me doing them to you. After a while, I think you will feel very good. What do you think of that idea?"
If Control could see how hard Tony's cock had gotten, he wouldn't have to ask Tony's opinion. His voice low with desire, Tony answered, "Yes, please Control, I would like that very much. But what about you? Will you feel very good as well?"
"Yes, Tony, I will. I might ask you to tell me things, and that will help me feel good. Is that all right?"
"Oh, yes, Control! I want you to feel good, too!"
"Very good, Tony. Now, I want you to caress your chest... slowly, lightly."
"Mmmm, yes, Control, I'm doing that."
"Excellent, Tony. A little longer... now pinch one of your nipples."
Control's cock began leaking he heard Tony's moan as he did as he'd been told.
"Harder, Tony, harder."
"Ohhhhh, yes, Control, yes."
"You know, Tony, that is exactly what I would be doing if I were there with you. I'd also be stroking..." Control swallowed hard but wanted to say the word, "I'd be stroking your cock, up and down, lightly at first, then harder with a firmer grasp."
Tony gave a strangled moan. "Oh, goodness, Control, yes!"
"Do that, Tony... stroke it for me... pretend it's me touching you... touching your cock."
Tony couldn't obey fast enough. He took his cock in his hand. It was already leaking, and he used the precum to lubricate his strokes.
"Are you doing it, Tony?"
Tony moaned, "Ohh, yes, Control, I am."
"Tell me how it feels, Tony."
"Yes, oh, yes... it feels ever so good. I wish it was your hand, Control, but I love that you want me to do this."
"Yes, Tony, I do want you doing this. Good job. Oh, one tiny thing..."
"Yes, Control?" panted Tony.
"I don't want you to have your release until you ask me first. Do you understand?"
"Oh, yes, Control. I need, um, I want..."
"Yes, Tony? Tell what you need."
"I need to give in, Control, I need to, um, release!"
"No, Tony, you know that's not what I want to hear."
"Oh, please, Control, please!"
"Just ask me, Tony, using the words you know I want you to use. And don't stop touching."
Tony was beside himself. He knew what Control wanted, and he knew he needed to say it so it could happen. "I need... I want... to... come! Oh, please, Control, I need to come!"
Control stroked his own cock faster, spurred on by Tony's desperate begging. "Hold on, Tony, just a little longer."
Tony felt himself closer and closer to the brink. He couldn't see how he could wait any longer. "Control, please, I have to stop or..."
"No, don't stop, Tony. Don't stop." Control was very close; he reached up to rub over his nipples and gasped loudly.
Tony was overcome, uncontrollably mewling and panting. "Please, please, let me come, please..."
"Now, Tony, come now!" Control choked out as his own orgasm thundered through him. Control heard Tony's keening cry as he came hard. Control knew Tony had never had such an intense orgasm before. He was glad to have been the source of it; his only regret was not being there to see it. He waited until Tony's release was complete and his breathing had slowed to more normal levels before speaking.
"Tony?"
"Yes, Control?"
"Are you all right, Tony?"
Tony felt sated and boneless and completely happy. "Oh, yes, Control, I'm ever so wonderful. And you, if you don't mind my asking?"
"Not at all, Tony. I don't mind telling you that I feel quite wonderful myself. I'm just sorry I wasn't there to see you."
Tony blushed again, then he had a thought. "Well, Control, perhaps when you come home..." He hesitated.
"Yes, Tony?"
"Perhaps when you come home we can pretend to be on the phone with each other?"
Control laughed happily. "Perhaps, Tony. I don't think that will be any bother to arrange."
"I thought not, Control, but it's nice to have it confirmed by you. Good night now, Control."
"Yes, Tony, thank you. Good night to you, and sleep well. I'll talk to you tomorrow when I get home."
They both smiled as they hung up the phone and turned out the light to go to sleep. Neither of them could wait until Control was home again.
Pairing: Tony/Control
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1650
Summary: Control is away, and Tony misses him.
Disclaimer: Fry & Laurie win the universe; I am not worthy.
Author's Note: Fits in my Tony/Control universe after my Controlled Love series.
Happy Birthday! Written for my darling ever-so-corking beta queen skyblue_reverie who has seen my fics through thick and thin. This is unbeta'ed, darling, so do your worst (and consider it the other part of your prezzie!). Hee! and MWAH!
Paris Calling
It was the first time they had been apart since their relationship had blossomed into romance. Control had not wanted to leave Tony, but it was vital that he attend the conference in Paris. Tony had to stay at home to handle the demands of his new job.
The day had been long and tiring. It was late when Control returned to his hotel room, and he was exhausted. He had eaten a light dinner and wanted simply to go to sleep. He put on his pyjamas, brushed his teeth, and crawled into bed. There was just one more very pleasant task to complete, the one that he'd been waiting for hours to do and that would make the entire day bearable.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Tony."
"Control! I am so happy to hear your voice!"
"Thank you, Tony. I'm happy to hear yours as well."
"I miss you. How was your day?"
"You are very kind to say that you miss me, Tony. I miss you as well, very much. My day was very long, very tiring, and I'm quite glad that it is over. How was yours?"
"Very much the same, I'm afraid. If I hadn't had this phone call to look forward to, it would have been a very difficult day indeed."
"Yes, Tony, it is exactly the same for me."
Just hearing Tony's voice was enough for Control to begin feeling aroused, and he began unconsciously running his free hand over his chest. When he grazed his left nipple, his breath hitched.
"Control, is everything all right?"
"Mmmm, yes, Tony, everything is quite all right."
"Good, because I was afraid I heard you gasping for air. I was worried you might be having trouble breathing."
"I did gasp, Tony, but not because of any problem. It was quite a good feeling that made that happen."
"I don't understand, Control. What do you mean?"
Control hadn't ever thought about having this kind of conversation on the phone, but it felt very exciting to think about. He wondered if it would feel as exciting to actually do it. He decided to try.
"What I mean, Tony, is that I've been stroking my chest as we've been talking. When I rubbed over one of my nipples, it made me gasp because it felt so good." Just telling Tony about it made Control more aroused.
There was silence from the other side. Control was afraid he had scared Tony or made him feel uncomfortable. He was just about to talk when Tony blurted out, "Thank you for telling me, Control. I liked hearing it."
"Did you, Tony? Really?"
"Oh, yes, Control. You see," Tony blushed, "I'm missing you quite a lot and wishing you were here so we could, er..."
"What, Tony? What would you like us to be able to do?"
"I want us to be in bed together, Control. Hugging and holding each other."
"Very nice, Tony. Is that all, just hugging and holding?"
Tony knew what Control wanted... he wanted Tony to talk and use words that Tony wasn't used to using out loud. It made him blush, but he loved it. "No, Control, that's not all. I want to be able to run my hands over you."
"Mmm... very nice. What else?"
"I want to kiss you, Control. I want to feel your mouth on mine."
"I want that, too. Very, very much. I wonder, Tony, if you would like to do something for me?"
Tony knew he would anything Control asked. "Oh, of course, Control, you know I would!"
Control smiled happily to himself. He loved Tony deeply, and he especially appreciated Tony's eagerness to try new things. He was proud of Tony being so brave. "Very good, Tony, that makes me glad. What I'd like, Tony, very much, is for you to take off your clothing."
Tony turned bright pink at this suggestion and let out a deep longing sigh. "I can't do that, Control."
Control wasn't sure how to respond, but he didn't want to make Tony feel badly. He would just change the conversation to something that Tony would be more comfortable talking about, like his new job. "Never mind, Tony, it's fine. You don't have..."
"No, Control, it's not that I don't want to," Tony's voice was lowering to a whisper; Control had to strain to hear but he wanted to let Tony say what he needed to say. "It's just that... Oh, Control!"
"Tony, what is it? Please, I didn't mean to upset you."
"No, Control, it's not that... the reason I can't take off my clothes is that... is that..." Tony wanted to tell everything, so he took a deep breath. "The reason is that I'm already naked." Tony felt so embarrassed.
Control's cock immediately hardened as he listened to Tony's confession. He couldn't stifle the low moan that escaped his lips. "Tony, my darling Tony, you mustn't be embarrassed at all about that! I want you that way. You see, Tony, I thought that it would be ever so lovely if we would each be able to have an orgasm even though we aren't together."
Tony wanted to crawl through the phone wire and curl up in Control's arms. How lucky he was to have someone so understanding and so loving! "How can we do that, Control? If we're not together..."
"Well, Tony, let me explain. I will talk to you, describe how I would be touching and kissing you if I were there. I may even tell you to do things to yourself and pretend it's me doing them to you. After a while, I think you will feel very good. What do you think of that idea?"
If Control could see how hard Tony's cock had gotten, he wouldn't have to ask Tony's opinion. His voice low with desire, Tony answered, "Yes, please Control, I would like that very much. But what about you? Will you feel very good as well?"
"Yes, Tony, I will. I might ask you to tell me things, and that will help me feel good. Is that all right?"
"Oh, yes, Control! I want you to feel good, too!"
"Very good, Tony. Now, I want you to caress your chest... slowly, lightly."
"Mmmm, yes, Control, I'm doing that."
"Excellent, Tony. A little longer... now pinch one of your nipples."
Control's cock began leaking he heard Tony's moan as he did as he'd been told.
"Harder, Tony, harder."
"Ohhhhh, yes, Control, yes."
"You know, Tony, that is exactly what I would be doing if I were there with you. I'd also be stroking..." Control swallowed hard but wanted to say the word, "I'd be stroking your cock, up and down, lightly at first, then harder with a firmer grasp."
Tony gave a strangled moan. "Oh, goodness, Control, yes!"
"Do that, Tony... stroke it for me... pretend it's me touching you... touching your cock."
Tony couldn't obey fast enough. He took his cock in his hand. It was already leaking, and he used the precum to lubricate his strokes.
"Are you doing it, Tony?"
Tony moaned, "Ohh, yes, Control, I am."
"Tell me how it feels, Tony."
"Yes, oh, yes... it feels ever so good. I wish it was your hand, Control, but I love that you want me to do this."
"Yes, Tony, I do want you doing this. Good job. Oh, one tiny thing..."
"Yes, Control?" panted Tony.
"I don't want you to have your release until you ask me first. Do you understand?"
"Oh, yes, Control. I need, um, I want..."
"Yes, Tony? Tell what you need."
"I need to give in, Control, I need to, um, release!"
"No, Tony, you know that's not what I want to hear."
"Oh, please, Control, please!"
"Just ask me, Tony, using the words you know I want you to use. And don't stop touching."
Tony was beside himself. He knew what Control wanted, and he knew he needed to say it so it could happen. "I need... I want... to... come! Oh, please, Control, I need to come!"
Control stroked his own cock faster, spurred on by Tony's desperate begging. "Hold on, Tony, just a little longer."
Tony felt himself closer and closer to the brink. He couldn't see how he could wait any longer. "Control, please, I have to stop or..."
"No, don't stop, Tony. Don't stop." Control was very close; he reached up to rub over his nipples and gasped loudly.
Tony was overcome, uncontrollably mewling and panting. "Please, please, let me come, please..."
"Now, Tony, come now!" Control choked out as his own orgasm thundered through him. Control heard Tony's keening cry as he came hard. Control knew Tony had never had such an intense orgasm before. He was glad to have been the source of it; his only regret was not being there to see it. He waited until Tony's release was complete and his breathing had slowed to more normal levels before speaking.
"Tony?"
"Yes, Control?"
"Are you all right, Tony?"
Tony felt sated and boneless and completely happy. "Oh, yes, Control, I'm ever so wonderful. And you, if you don't mind my asking?"
"Not at all, Tony. I don't mind telling you that I feel quite wonderful myself. I'm just sorry I wasn't there to see you."
Tony blushed again, then he had a thought. "Well, Control, perhaps when you come home..." He hesitated.
"Yes, Tony?"
"Perhaps when you come home we can pretend to be on the phone with each other?"
Control laughed happily. "Perhaps, Tony. I don't think that will be any bother to arrange."
"I thought not, Control, but it's nice to have it confirmed by you. Good night now, Control."
"Yes, Tony, thank you. Good night to you, and sleep well. I'll talk to you tomorrow when I get home."
They both smiled as they hung up the phone and turned out the light to go to sleep. Neither of them could wait until Control was home again.