Smut A Thon Day One! May The Smut Be Ever In Your Favor
So like Z said, she and I have decided to combine our powers for good and collaborate again. We decided that a Smut-A-Thon would be the best way to go, and for the next week we'll post a themed work every day! And like she said, today's theme is Phone Sex. So here is my submission to the theme!
When Ellis and Nick had agreed to help Rochelle move up to Minnesota, they’d assumed that they’d both be able to go out to Arizona and help her pack and drive. So when Ellis was told that no, as a matter of fact he couldn’t get those five days off, the thought of being separated from each other for that long upset both of them. Neither were sure why; they were grown men, after all, and should have been secure enough to be apart for a short while if necessary. Perhaps they had an unhealthy dependence on each other, in that they were a bit afraid that if they separated for too long, something would happen to the other. There had been so many close calls during the Flu…
More importantly, at least to Nick, that would mean he’d have to go five days without any sexual contact with Ellis. Which pissed him off. True, he and his lover would go for periods without full on sex, though they would still usually mess around in some way (that would usually lead to orgasm), and even then the longest they’d gone was, well, four days. So FIVE? Nick was going to be very cranky.
It was in a hotel outside Colorado Springs on that second night that Nick was anxious and wound up. Rochelle was in the shower of their two double bedded hotel room, and Nick knew that she would take at LEAST and hour. So he decided to call Ellis to get some quality time in before Rochelle came back out and insisted on watching garbage TV they could judge together.
Back at their home outside of Madison, Ellis was getting ready to go to bed himself. He only thing keeping him up was the promise of a phone call from his lover. So when his phone did begin to jangle, he leaped up from the bed excitedly and rushed across the room to grab it off the dresser. “Hello?” he asked, cheerfully.
“If I can get Ro up at the crack of dawn tomorrow I might be able to get us at LEAST to Iowa tomorrow,” Nick greeted with. “Which means maybe I can get to Minnesota by the day after tomorrow and switch to an earlier flight to get back to Madison by Friday instead of Saturday.”
“What are the odds that she’ll get up at the crack’ve dawn tomorrow though?” Ellis asked, smiling a little as he fell back on the bed.
“Ugh, slim to none,” Nick said. “This morning I tried to get her up before nine and she threw a pillow at me.” He’d retaliated by actively whacking her in the back with it, but he knew Ellis had opinions about hitting girls. Even if it was a pillow. Even if Rochelle had ended up jumping on his back and grabbing him in a headlock.
“She wasn’t that lazy durin’ the Flu,” Ellis chuckled.
“Because during the Flu she knew that if she didn’t get up early it could be the difference between life and death,” Nick said. “She’s not scared of me like she was of the zombies.”
“Well I’ll just keep countin’ on Saturday then,” Ellis said, crawling back under the covers of their bed. “I wish I was out there with ya.”
“No you don’t, if you were out here with us you’d be subjected to the same girly crap music she’s been playing in the car that I’ve been subjected to,” Nick said.
“You love that kinda music.”
“…. I’ll plead the Fifth on that one,” Nick said, thinking about how he and Rochelle had both belted out Scarlet’s ‘Independent Love Song’ once it came up on her travel mix. “Regardless, I feel like you’d be better at driving a car that has a U-haul attached to it than we are.”
“Probably,” Ellis said. “… I miss ya, Nick.”
“I miss you too, sport,” Nick said, the glumness in Ellis’ voice bumming him out a bit. “So I force Rochelle up early and let her sleep in the car tomorrow… How was your day?”
“Fine,” Ellis shrugged. “Just worked on cars at work, came home an’ watched sports. Was readin’ a bit before you called.”
“Good book?”
“Car magazine.”
“Well that’s okay too,” Nick said. “I have a trashy book I was going to read before bed, but Rochelle wants to throw some reality show crap on the television and I won’t be able to concentrate on it.”
“So she’s not a great travel companion when zombies aren’t chasin’ ya, huh?” Ellis smiled, hand dropping down to his crotch absentmindedly.
“Ah, she’s fine,” Nick said. “I still think she’s crazy for moving in with that greasy biker we saw in Rayford just because they connected again, but I told her this at the beginning of the trip and got it out of the way.” It was amazing who you could find over Survivor forums and boards on the Internet. When Rochelle had stumbled upon Francis and started up an Internet relationship, neither Nick nor Ellis had thought that it would go this far. But love, as they knew, makes you do crazy things.
“Well so long as ya come back in one piece, friendship in tact, it’ll be a success,” Ellis said. “…. I just want ya to come home. The bed’s so big without ya.” His hand ran across his crotch again, stiffening it a little more as he moved in the bedding.
“Mine isn’t, it’s a double and the springs are shot,” Nick said. “Heh, it’s good you AREN’T here because we’d probably break it.”
“Hmmm,” Ellis said, closing his eyes and pretending he WAS there, shoddy mattress or not. “It’s been awhile since we’ve broken a bed.”
“…. I guess it has,” Nick smirked, hearing the antsiness in Ellis’ voice. “Well believe me, this bed would definitely have a hard time standing up to our, shall we say, enthusiasm.” His palm quickly moved to his inner thigh, just testing the waters. He wasn’t sure that Ellis was thinking what he was thinking.
“… What would you do if I WAS there?” Ellis asked, licking his lips as he paused his hand movements.
So he WAS thinking along the same lines. Nick exhaled briefly, and chuckled, the laugh throaty. “First and foremost, what are you wearing?”
“Jus’ my boxers,” Ellis said. “You?”
“Ditto…” Nick agreed. “Well… If you WERE here, I’d probably… run my palm up your chest. And tweak at your nipples a little bit.”
Ellis smiled at that, and his hand brushed up his stomach to his pecs and did just that. If he kept his eyes closed, he could easily imagine it was Nick’s hand that was tickling and prodding at his frame. “Yeah?” he asked. “An’ what else would ya do?”
Nick grinned, hand finally dropping to his dick and starting to pet at it. “Well, I’d run my palm up your neck and to your face, and pull you in for a kiss before removing your underwear.”
Ellis swallowed as he swiftly did take his boxers off.
“Once you were naked I’d probably do the same and start to massage your cock,” Nick continued, and removed his own boxers.
“Probably?” Ellis asked, wrinkling his nose at the uncharacteristic ambiguity coming from his lover.
“Okay, I’d DEFINITELY start massaging your cock,” Nick amended, laughing a little bit as he shifted on the bed. He really hoped that Rochelle would stay in the shower for a long time. “I’d pull it against mine, rub up against it, slow at first. Just to tease.”
“Mm, I hate it when ya tease me,” Ellis said, petting his member and fantasizing about Nick’s rutting against him.
“You love it when I tease you,” Nick growled, rolling over onto his stomach as he kept one hand grasping the phone and the other teasing himself.
“Y-yeah,” Ellis nodded, starting to pump harder. “I do. Then what would ya do?”
“I’d take the two of them in my hand and squeeze them against each other while I moved my hand up and down them,” Nick replied, brows starting to knit as little pangs of pleasure began to nip at him.
Ellis cried out a little, the whine snaring in his throat. “Ohhh God… Then what, THEN what?”
“What would YOU do?” Nick countered with, rocking his hips against the mattress and squirming in the sheets.
“I’d…. I’d lay down on the bed an’…. An’ pull your dick inside’ve me,” Ellis said, matter of factly. “Let it get in all the way in, hot an’ tight, an’ start rockin’ back an’ forth.” He could almost feel Nick’s cock inside of him, and removed his hand from his dick and sucked on his fingers before moving one inside of his hole. “AH, like this!”
“Am I inside you now?” Nick grunted, keeping up his pace.
“Yeah, y’are!” Ellis replied, fingering himself. It wasn’t the same, but imagination can go a long ways, especially when it was as vivid as Ellis’ was.
Nick huffed, grinding harder into the bedding. “Oh FUCK kiddo,” he moaned, gritting his teeth.
“Tense up my muscles the way you like it,” Ellis breathed, moving his fingers deeper in, and back out, and taking a whiff of Nick’s pillow, to enhance the fantasy. “What’d you do to THAT?”
“I’d take your neck in my teeth and start to chew on it,” Nick ground out, thrusting against the mattress harder before flipping over and fondling himself more aggressively, throwing his hips up in the air. “Grab your ass and grope it hard, leave fingerprints behind.”
“Yeah, leave fingerprints!” Ellis cried out, his abdomen starting to buzz and grind as he brushed against his prostate with his digits. “Nick, oh Nick!”
“Pound into you over and over again, making you cry out every time,” Nick groaned, sitting up and pumping as fast and hard as he could, small mews and pants leaving his mouth. The sheets rustled under his body, the rough cotton rubbing against his skin and making him all the more stimulated, perhaps due to associations with fucking in cheap hotel rooms, not just with Ellis. “Pull you into my lap, heave up, make you bounce up and down on my dick as it goes in and out-FUCKING GOD!”
“I’d grind down on ya, take you in over an’ over!” Ellis continued, and yelped as he found his g-spot again. “AH, OH GOD, are you close?!”
“Yeah, yeah, I am!” Nick whimpered.
“Well as you got close I’d hold you real tight an’ ride you real hard,” Ellis said, teetering as well as he fingered himself deeply, fingers working against the tight muscles. Soon coherent sentences wouldn’t be an option. “An’, an’ I’d-OHGOD- I’d moan and whine, like this!” He started to do so, as it gave him an out and an excuse not to talk anymore. "NNNNN, OH GOD NICK!"
Hearing Ellis howl and yap made Nick start to do the same, sweat beading at his forehead and chest as his face turned the same shade of scarlet his aching cock had taken on. “Oh God! Oh, AH! OH FUCK, EL, FUCK ME HARDER,” he moaned, eyes shut tight and hand nearly rubbing himself raw.
Ellis gripped the phone as his jaw dropped, a long moan leaving his throat as his orgasm finally showed itself. He shuddered as it burst through his body, and his back arched fully off the bed, feet slipping against the blankets over and over again as hot semen burst across his chest and stomach. "NICK!" he wailed out.
Hearing Ellis come, even if it was over a phone line, flung Nick over the cliff he’d been balancing, and he yelled as he came, muscles releasing and cum overflowing in his fist. With every pulse he moaned pathetically, breath heavy and head fizzy. He flopped over in the sheets, and encircled himself with the bedding and blankets, nipples erect and hairs standing on end.
Ellis sighed, legs languidly shifting around, and he sat up, hair sticking out at all sides and face sweaty and pink. “Oh man…. Oh MAN, that was real good!”
“You’re telling me,” Nick said, sitting up on one elbow. “Well, it’s good to know that even a thousand miles away we can still make each other come, one way or the other.”
Ellis laughed, and nodded slowly. “Yeah, that is good,” he agreed. “…. Can we do this again tomorrow night? An’ the night after?”
“I’m game if you’re game.”
“Oh I’m gonna be game.”
Nick laughed, and heard the water in the bathroom turn off. “Oh ho ho, we finished just in time,” he said. “Ro’s going to be coming back soon.”
“You be sure to get her up early tomorrow, I wanna do everything I said I’d do in person,” Ellis stated, wiping his hand off on the blanket.
“That a promise?” Nick asked.
“Sure is!”
“Then we’re getting up at 7am sharp,” Nick stated. “… I love you kiddo.”
“Love you too, Nick. Night.”
“Night.” As Nick hung up, he smirked in a satisfied sort of way to himself.
Once Rochelle walked into the main room in her pajamas, she took one look at Nick and shook her head. “I take it you and Ellis had a GOOD talk?” she asked, and Nick snickered at her.
“Pretty good, yeah,” he said, and she made a face at him.
“Well you better have enough energy to watch reruns of THE HILLS with me, because I’m feeling especially snarky now,” she stated. “Is this how it’s going to be every night the rest of the trip?”
“Yep!”
“Then we’re getting up early, I want to get to Minnesota ASAP so you can keep it in YOUR bedroom and not around me,” she said, shaking her head as she flipped on the TV.
“Wanna come sit next to me in the rumpled bedding?” he asked, patting the covers.
“HELL no.”
When Ellis and Nick had agreed to help Rochelle move up to Minnesota, they’d assumed that they’d both be able to go out to Arizona and help her pack and drive. So when Ellis was told that no, as a matter of fact he couldn’t get those five days off, the thought of being separated from each other for that long upset both of them. Neither were sure why; they were grown men, after all, and should have been secure enough to be apart for a short while if necessary. Perhaps they had an unhealthy dependence on each other, in that they were a bit afraid that if they separated for too long, something would happen to the other. There had been so many close calls during the Flu…
More importantly, at least to Nick, that would mean he’d have to go five days without any sexual contact with Ellis. Which pissed him off. True, he and his lover would go for periods without full on sex, though they would still usually mess around in some way (that would usually lead to orgasm), and even then the longest they’d gone was, well, four days. So FIVE? Nick was going to be very cranky.
It was in a hotel outside Colorado Springs on that second night that Nick was anxious and wound up. Rochelle was in the shower of their two double bedded hotel room, and Nick knew that she would take at LEAST and hour. So he decided to call Ellis to get some quality time in before Rochelle came back out and insisted on watching garbage TV they could judge together.
Back at their home outside of Madison, Ellis was getting ready to go to bed himself. He only thing keeping him up was the promise of a phone call from his lover. So when his phone did begin to jangle, he leaped up from the bed excitedly and rushed across the room to grab it off the dresser. “Hello?” he asked, cheerfully.
“If I can get Ro up at the crack of dawn tomorrow I might be able to get us at LEAST to Iowa tomorrow,” Nick greeted with. “Which means maybe I can get to Minnesota by the day after tomorrow and switch to an earlier flight to get back to Madison by Friday instead of Saturday.”
“What are the odds that she’ll get up at the crack’ve dawn tomorrow though?” Ellis asked, smiling a little as he fell back on the bed.
“Ugh, slim to none,” Nick said. “This morning I tried to get her up before nine and she threw a pillow at me.” He’d retaliated by actively whacking her in the back with it, but he knew Ellis had opinions about hitting girls. Even if it was a pillow. Even if Rochelle had ended up jumping on his back and grabbing him in a headlock.
“She wasn’t that lazy durin’ the Flu,” Ellis chuckled.
“Because during the Flu she knew that if she didn’t get up early it could be the difference between life and death,” Nick said. “She’s not scared of me like she was of the zombies.”
“Well I’ll just keep countin’ on Saturday then,” Ellis said, crawling back under the covers of their bed. “I wish I was out there with ya.”
“No you don’t, if you were out here with us you’d be subjected to the same girly crap music she’s been playing in the car that I’ve been subjected to,” Nick said.
“You love that kinda music.”
“…. I’ll plead the Fifth on that one,” Nick said, thinking about how he and Rochelle had both belted out Scarlet’s ‘Independent Love Song’ once it came up on her travel mix. “Regardless, I feel like you’d be better at driving a car that has a U-haul attached to it than we are.”
“Probably,” Ellis said. “… I miss ya, Nick.”
“I miss you too, sport,” Nick said, the glumness in Ellis’ voice bumming him out a bit. “So I force Rochelle up early and let her sleep in the car tomorrow… How was your day?”
“Fine,” Ellis shrugged. “Just worked on cars at work, came home an’ watched sports. Was readin’ a bit before you called.”
“Good book?”
“Car magazine.”
“Well that’s okay too,” Nick said. “I have a trashy book I was going to read before bed, but Rochelle wants to throw some reality show crap on the television and I won’t be able to concentrate on it.”
“So she’s not a great travel companion when zombies aren’t chasin’ ya, huh?” Ellis smiled, hand dropping down to his crotch absentmindedly.
“Ah, she’s fine,” Nick said. “I still think she’s crazy for moving in with that greasy biker we saw in Rayford just because they connected again, but I told her this at the beginning of the trip and got it out of the way.” It was amazing who you could find over Survivor forums and boards on the Internet. When Rochelle had stumbled upon Francis and started up an Internet relationship, neither Nick nor Ellis had thought that it would go this far. But love, as they knew, makes you do crazy things.
“Well so long as ya come back in one piece, friendship in tact, it’ll be a success,” Ellis said. “…. I just want ya to come home. The bed’s so big without ya.” His hand ran across his crotch again, stiffening it a little more as he moved in the bedding.
“Mine isn’t, it’s a double and the springs are shot,” Nick said. “Heh, it’s good you AREN’T here because we’d probably break it.”
“Hmmm,” Ellis said, closing his eyes and pretending he WAS there, shoddy mattress or not. “It’s been awhile since we’ve broken a bed.”
“…. I guess it has,” Nick smirked, hearing the antsiness in Ellis’ voice. “Well believe me, this bed would definitely have a hard time standing up to our, shall we say, enthusiasm.” His palm quickly moved to his inner thigh, just testing the waters. He wasn’t sure that Ellis was thinking what he was thinking.
“… What would you do if I WAS there?” Ellis asked, licking his lips as he paused his hand movements.
So he WAS thinking along the same lines. Nick exhaled briefly, and chuckled, the laugh throaty. “First and foremost, what are you wearing?”
“Jus’ my boxers,” Ellis said. “You?”
“Ditto…” Nick agreed. “Well… If you WERE here, I’d probably… run my palm up your chest. And tweak at your nipples a little bit.”
Ellis smiled at that, and his hand brushed up his stomach to his pecs and did just that. If he kept his eyes closed, he could easily imagine it was Nick’s hand that was tickling and prodding at his frame. “Yeah?” he asked. “An’ what else would ya do?”
Nick grinned, hand finally dropping to his dick and starting to pet at it. “Well, I’d run my palm up your neck and to your face, and pull you in for a kiss before removing your underwear.”
Ellis swallowed as he swiftly did take his boxers off.
“Once you were naked I’d probably do the same and start to massage your cock,” Nick continued, and removed his own boxers.
“Probably?” Ellis asked, wrinkling his nose at the uncharacteristic ambiguity coming from his lover.
“Okay, I’d DEFINITELY start massaging your cock,” Nick amended, laughing a little bit as he shifted on the bed. He really hoped that Rochelle would stay in the shower for a long time. “I’d pull it against mine, rub up against it, slow at first. Just to tease.”
“Mm, I hate it when ya tease me,” Ellis said, petting his member and fantasizing about Nick’s rutting against him.
“You love it when I tease you,” Nick growled, rolling over onto his stomach as he kept one hand grasping the phone and the other teasing himself.
“Y-yeah,” Ellis nodded, starting to pump harder. “I do. Then what would ya do?”
“I’d take the two of them in my hand and squeeze them against each other while I moved my hand up and down them,” Nick replied, brows starting to knit as little pangs of pleasure began to nip at him.
Ellis cried out a little, the whine snaring in his throat. “Ohhh God… Then what, THEN what?”
“What would YOU do?” Nick countered with, rocking his hips against the mattress and squirming in the sheets.
“I’d…. I’d lay down on the bed an’…. An’ pull your dick inside’ve me,” Ellis said, matter of factly. “Let it get in all the way in, hot an’ tight, an’ start rockin’ back an’ forth.” He could almost feel Nick’s cock inside of him, and removed his hand from his dick and sucked on his fingers before moving one inside of his hole. “AH, like this!”
“Am I inside you now?” Nick grunted, keeping up his pace.
“Yeah, y’are!” Ellis replied, fingering himself. It wasn’t the same, but imagination can go a long ways, especially when it was as vivid as Ellis’ was.
Nick huffed, grinding harder into the bedding. “Oh FUCK kiddo,” he moaned, gritting his teeth.
“Tense up my muscles the way you like it,” Ellis breathed, moving his fingers deeper in, and back out, and taking a whiff of Nick’s pillow, to enhance the fantasy. “What’d you do to THAT?”
“I’d take your neck in my teeth and start to chew on it,” Nick ground out, thrusting against the mattress harder before flipping over and fondling himself more aggressively, throwing his hips up in the air. “Grab your ass and grope it hard, leave fingerprints behind.”
“Yeah, leave fingerprints!” Ellis cried out, his abdomen starting to buzz and grind as he brushed against his prostate with his digits. “Nick, oh Nick!”
“Pound into you over and over again, making you cry out every time,” Nick groaned, sitting up and pumping as fast and hard as he could, small mews and pants leaving his mouth. The sheets rustled under his body, the rough cotton rubbing against his skin and making him all the more stimulated, perhaps due to associations with fucking in cheap hotel rooms, not just with Ellis. “Pull you into my lap, heave up, make you bounce up and down on my dick as it goes in and out-FUCKING GOD!”
“I’d grind down on ya, take you in over an’ over!” Ellis continued, and yelped as he found his g-spot again. “AH, OH GOD, are you close?!”
“Yeah, yeah, I am!” Nick whimpered.
“Well as you got close I’d hold you real tight an’ ride you real hard,” Ellis said, teetering as well as he fingered himself deeply, fingers working against the tight muscles. Soon coherent sentences wouldn’t be an option. “An’, an’ I’d-OHGOD- I’d moan and whine, like this!” He started to do so, as it gave him an out and an excuse not to talk anymore. "NNNNN, OH GOD NICK!"
Hearing Ellis howl and yap made Nick start to do the same, sweat beading at his forehead and chest as his face turned the same shade of scarlet his aching cock had taken on. “Oh God! Oh, AH! OH FUCK, EL, FUCK ME HARDER,” he moaned, eyes shut tight and hand nearly rubbing himself raw.
Ellis gripped the phone as his jaw dropped, a long moan leaving his throat as his orgasm finally showed itself. He shuddered as it burst through his body, and his back arched fully off the bed, feet slipping against the blankets over and over again as hot semen burst across his chest and stomach. "NICK!" he wailed out.
Hearing Ellis come, even if it was over a phone line, flung Nick over the cliff he’d been balancing, and he yelled as he came, muscles releasing and cum overflowing in his fist. With every pulse he moaned pathetically, breath heavy and head fizzy. He flopped over in the sheets, and encircled himself with the bedding and blankets, nipples erect and hairs standing on end.
Ellis sighed, legs languidly shifting around, and he sat up, hair sticking out at all sides and face sweaty and pink. “Oh man…. Oh MAN, that was real good!”
“You’re telling me,” Nick said, sitting up on one elbow. “Well, it’s good to know that even a thousand miles away we can still make each other come, one way or the other.”
Ellis laughed, and nodded slowly. “Yeah, that is good,” he agreed. “…. Can we do this again tomorrow night? An’ the night after?”
“I’m game if you’re game.”
“Oh I’m gonna be game.”
Nick laughed, and heard the water in the bathroom turn off. “Oh ho ho, we finished just in time,” he said. “Ro’s going to be coming back soon.”
“You be sure to get her up early tomorrow, I wanna do everything I said I’d do in person,” Ellis stated, wiping his hand off on the blanket.
“That a promise?” Nick asked.
“Sure is!”
“Then we’re getting up at 7am sharp,” Nick stated. “… I love you kiddo.”
“Love you too, Nick. Night.”
“Night.” As Nick hung up, he smirked in a satisfied sort of way to himself.
Once Rochelle walked into the main room in her pajamas, she took one look at Nick and shook her head. “I take it you and Ellis had a GOOD talk?” she asked, and Nick snickered at her.
“Pretty good, yeah,” he said, and she made a face at him.
“Well you better have enough energy to watch reruns of THE HILLS with me, because I’m feeling especially snarky now,” she stated. “Is this how it’s going to be every night the rest of the trip?”
“Yep!”
“Then we’re getting up early, I want to get to Minnesota ASAP so you can keep it in YOUR bedroom and not around me,” she said, shaking her head as she flipped on the TV.
“Wanna come sit next to me in the rumpled bedding?” he asked, patting the covers.
“HELL no.”