[Princeton & NYC] Phone Call

[isabelowens]

Who: Iz & Cameron
Where: Izzy's apartment (NYC), Pat & Aiden's place (Princeton)
When: Wednesday
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[cameronpreston]

If Pat's cock wasn't working, then he was doing one fuck of a job impersonating it working. Cameron shifted down on his bed and was reaching for his iPod to drown out the noises that had started about ten minutes after Aiden got home from work early when his cell phone started to buzz on his nightstand. And Aiden wasn't the silent type himself. Not at all. It wasn't exactly screaming, but it was definitely borderline. And they weren't even next door... they were up the bloody hall! If Cameron's cock ever stopped working, he wanted it to stop working like Pat's because it didn't sound like it could be half bad at all.

He grabbed up his phone and slid it open. "Hello?"

[isabelowens]

"Hello, Mr Preston. You've been selected as one of the men to receive free sex calls from our service. Instead of dialling us, we'll dial you. No matter how long, or how dirty things get, the cost of these calls are on us. Now tell me, how do you like it?" Iz said in her huskiest tone. She was smiling a little, just the idea of Cameron on the other end enough to soothe the ache she'd felt without him around.

[cameronpreston]

"Hey, no. Bollocks to that. You know the last time my mate signed me up for one of these servives, you bastard charged me sixty friggen pounds!" Cameron protested, not cottoning on at all. "I'm not telling you how I like it. What? You got the timer going again? Arseholes."

[isabelowens]

Iz had to smile. She was also biting back some laughter. "Ooh, you like it rough, don't you? You know what I like? Cripple sex. Hard, hot, and with a certain kismet lay who I'm missing like hell."