txt me
Pairing: USUKUS
Rating/ Warnings: M for masturbation and sexting
Word Count: 1098
Summary: America starts getting dirty texts and pictures from England when he's in a meeting. He runs away and sexytime ensues.
It was a simple text that started it off.
"I miss you." England said.
America smiled and checked the clock. It would be about bedtime at England's place, wouldn't it? It was a Friday night, so he could have been drunk too, which only made it worse. He typed a response under the table to humor him, "miss u 2 babe"
He clutched his phone tightly in his hand so that no one else at the table would hear it if it vibrated. He hated these cabinet meetings. Most of the time he just didn't care what they were saying. The legal jargon went right over his head. He'd tried to learn at one point, but it was just so boring.
Really, texting England was a much more productive use of time. His phone went off again.
"When do I see you again?"
"next week"
"That's too long. I miss you too badly."
America was about to send him a text saying how it would be okay and a week wasn't really that long, but then he got another message from England.
"Let me show you how much I miss you." There was a picture attached and, after making sure no one was looking too closely, scrolled down to see it.
England was sitting in his bedroom. He was naked and his skin was flushed bright red. He had one hand on his thigh, spreading his legs so that America could see everything. His cock was swollen and already dripping precome. He had a big pink toy in him and America recognized it as one he'd bought for England as a present after he broke his old favorite on accident.
Suddenly his throat went dry. God, it had been an awfully long time, hadn't it? He coughed to get the president's attention.
"I um… I have to… uh bathroom."
Without waiting for a response, he stood and went as quickly as he could to the nearest bathroom. While he was walking his phone buzzed twice. He wanted to look more than anything but he didn't want to risk seeing England in an even more provocative picture and making him get hard in front of any official-types who happened to walk by.
It was only after he had found a single bathroom and bolted the door that he dared to peek at England's messages.
The first said "I'll give you a show" and had a close up of his dick. America couldn't help but think about how badly he wanted to touch it. He wanted to tease the foreskin, kiss it from base to tip, knead the balls gently as he slowly worked his mouth down-
He rubbed himself through his pants. He wanted it to be England's hand instead of his, but he had to work with what he had. He went to the next text, looking for more material.
This one was a shot from behind. The toy was gone, but England was spreading himself with one hand to show America how wide he'd stretched himself. Shit, now he wanted to put his fingers where England's were. He needed to feel those strong muscles clenching not in pain but to tease him, to show him how much he wanted more. It was only after staring for a good thirty seconds he realized that there were words attached.
"Which one would you like?"
"Wanna b everywhere," America typed, "I need at least 2 mes. Wanna touch you everywhere." He waited with baited breath until England sent him a reply.
"How badly do you want that?"
America scowled, not only was there no picture, but not even an erotic quote for him to play with. Didn't England know he was trying to get off?
It was then that he realized what England wanted. He shoved his pants down and looked back through the three pictures, pumping himself until he was as hard as England. He stood on the toilet so that England could get a good view and took the picture.
"That's quite a bit." England said. This time he gave America a picture of himself on the bed, his legs spread wide with the vibrator back in place with one hand on his phone and the other holding his balls.
"ur getting me off @ work. Dirty slut." He covered two fingers in liquid soap and eased them in one at a time. Then he took a picture and sent it to England.
"Your as bad as I am." England said. He had given up on posing and was just jerking off in earnest. "You keep sending pictures too."
By the time he had received the text he was pleasuring himself with both hands. He reluctantly pulled his fingers away from his cock, leaving only the ones buried in his ass. He held his phone near his face and took a picture so England could see his expression. "im close."
He set his phone down. He hoped that was enough because he couldn't text anymore. The images he had already received danced through his mind. He pretended that it was England's hands that were touching him in all the best ways, that it was England who was getting him off. England would have his desperate sex face on, the one he wore when he was about to come and he just needed one more- He crooked his fingers so that they hit his prostate just right and he came. He sat on the toilet with his eyes closed for a few moments until his phone went off again.
"Sorry for the wait. I had to finish." He had attached a picture very much like the first that America had received, except for the toy was gone again, there were streaks of come over his belly and thighs, and his pose was much more relaxed.
"Thats ok. I did 2." He stood in spite of the shaking in his legs and got as much of his body as he could in a mirror shot. "We hav 2 do this again." He closed his eyes again until he received another message.
"I agree. But for now, good night, America"
America was in the middle of writing his reply when he got yet another text.
"Oh my God!" it said, "I used 'your' instead of 'you're' back there! I'm so sorry. That's dreadfully embarrassing…"
America just chuckled and lazily finished the response, "Goodnight, baby. Remember that I love you."
"I always will, my love."
America closed his eyes and decided to rest until he felt like going back to the meeting.