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Aou lies in the dark in his childhood bedroom, a hand thrown over his eyes. He’s been trying to sleep for so long now that he’s getting irritated. He’s been wanting to go home for a while, he’s missed the people, the atmosphere, and his family. He certainly has missed his Mae’s cooking. But now that he’s here? He somehow still feels homesick.
It’s not his fault that he’s gotten so used to Boom being by his side. Boom takes up permanent residence inside his heart, his pulse becoming so intertwined with his own that it’s hard to distinguish between them. Not having him here in his reach causes his chest to physically ache.
It doesn’t help either, that ever since he’s seen that fucking perfume ad, all he can think about are Boom’s long, slender fingers. Licking them, sucking them, having them roam his body, having them inside him… so he’s frustrated in more ways than one. The intense summer heat doing nothing to calm his desires.
He rolls over to blindly search for his phone that’s on the bedside table. He pats at the space a few times before grasping it in his hand. The light blinds him as he taps on his phone, unlocking it and blinking hard as he struggles to get used to it. Boom has sent him a message during his fitful attempt at sleeping:
Aou instantly smiles, reading the words inside his head in Boom’s beautiful voice. Then he sours again, scowling a little at his phone, wishing he had Boom here next to him. He wouldn’t be struggling so hard to sleep if Boom was here.
Aou doesn’t really think it through before pressing call.
“Hello?” Boom answers, his voice low. He doesn’t sound annoyed, at least, that Aou’s calling him at this late hour. That’s a plus, he does not need an angry, tired Boom on his hands. Especially one that he can’t placate with kisses.
“Hi, baby,” Aou answers, soft and sweet. “I can’t sleep.” He knows he’s pouting, despite the fact that Boom can’t possibly see it with the hundreds of miles separating them.
“Why not?”
“I’ve gotten too used to sleeping with you next to me. The bed is too empty.”
“ Well… ” Boom’s voice takes on a teasing cadence, “it’s nice and peaceful here. No one to steal the covers away.”
“Aow!” Aou protests. “Say you love sleeping with me. Say it. Say it.”
Boom laughs, a muffled sound, as if his hand is against his mouth. Even dampened, it’s still the most beautiful sound Aou’s ever heard. “You know I do.” Aou smiles, momentarily appeased.
He groans a little, remembering his strife. Shifting his body to sit up, as he next asks, “Why did I go on this trip again?”
“Because,” Boom’s quick to remind him, “you’re a good son who’s missed his parents.”
“Babe, would it kill you to offer some romance back? Tell me you wish I didn’t go and that I was there.”
He may not be able to see Boom, but he can practically hear the roll of his eyes. “Ai’Aou, you know I miss you. I always do when we’re apart.”
“You know…” Aou hums, suggestively, changing the topic quickly. “I can’t stop thinking about that damn ad. You looked so fucking good.”
Boom doesn’t respond. Aou would be afraid that he hung up, except he can still faintly hear Boom’s soft exhales.
Aou takes the lack of protest as a sign to keep going. “God, what I’ve been imagining those fingers doing.”
“ Ai’Aou ,” Boom hisses, scolding, “G and Tar are in the room.”
“Hey, you didn’t stop me the first time.”
“Because,” Boom says, as if it’s obvious, “I didn’t think you were going to start talking like that .”
“Well, I don’t care if they hear.” Aou’s nothing if not shameless. Especially when it comes to Boom. He’d scream about him from the rooftops of the tallest buildings in Bangkok if Boom would let him. “It’s G’s fault anyway for filming that.”
“Hey,” Boom replies, a tad bit of frustration in his voice. Although, it still doesn’t rise beyond a whisper. “I was helping out my friend.”
“Hm… What about me? What about this friend ?”
Aou can practically see him narrowing his eyes. “You know you’re not a friend, Aou.”
“Oh, I know that. I was just making sure you remembered that.”
“Don’t be a brat. It’s not cute.”
“You think I’m very cute,” Aou counters, confidently. “Sexy, even.”
“I’ve never said anything of the sort.”
“Ah. I guess I’ll just have to post a gym selfie for everyone to see then. I know they’ll validate me.”
“ No ,” Boom raises his voice, unexpectedly. There’s a muffled sound in the background. Likely one of his friends wondering who he’s talking to. As if it shouldn’t be obvious. “What did I tell you?”
“I know. I remember what happened last time. You’re thinking about it now, aren’t you?”
“ Shut up .”
Despite the angry tone, Aou doesn’t stop. He knows when he can keep pushing Boom’s buttons and when to knock it off. He drops his voice to a deep, seductive tone. One that he knows, drives Boom absolutely crazy. “You on top of me… Pinning my arms down, with those gorgeous fingers roaming my body…”
“Aou, I swear to god.” Boom only sounds frustrated now, groaning. Good , Aou thinks, he should suffer right along with Aou . “I’m not alone right now.”
“I don’t care ,” Aou protests, “It’s your fault for being so gorgeous in that ad. Your shirt unbuttoned with your chest out, your collarbones, that damn mole , and those enticing fingers… You can just listen— to everything I would do to you if you were here.”
There’s no response, no soft breathing. Which has Aou pulling the phone away from his ear to see that Boom’s hung up on him. Aou scowls at his phone, pressing call again. It rings and rings and rings, until Boom sends him several texts.
Boom calls him back a few moments later. Aou hears the sound of a gentle spray running in the background.
“Oh, ho… pretending to shower, baby?” Aou asks, chuckling, instead of greeting him.
“Who said I’m pretending?”
Aou blinks, his mouth forming an ‘o’, shocked that Boom is playing along this quickly. Granted Aou’s never tried to insinuate phone sex between them before, seeing as they haven’t really been apart this long. It’s enough to make him lose his damn mind, usually Boom’s a solid force not to be moved.
“ What ? Does that mean…”
“That I'm standing here dripping wet, waiting for you to continue? Yes . And I’m becoming impatient. Maybe I’ll just start without you.”
Aou can’t help the way he freezes, no words coming to mind. All he can imagine is Boom standing in the shower spray, his hands roaming his entire body.
“ Ai’Aou… Babe .” Boom calls, it comes out breathy, desperate even, and Aou has a hard time keeping his brain from short circuiting.
“You called me babe again.” Apparently it’s the only thing he can bring his dizzying brain to focus on.
“Don’t get used to it. I just knew it would get your attention. Now, come on ,” Boom begs, his voice one step away from whining. “I need you to talk to me.”
“Oh… right. Um…”
Boom huffs, playfully. “Now that you’ve got me here, ready for you, you don’t actually know what to say, do you?”
“I didn’t think you’d—”
Boom interrupts him before he can finish the sentence, “How can I not? Don’t you realize how much you affect me?”
“I guess not.”
Boom makes a soft sound of disbelief. “Hm… You’re so confident until the second I reciprocate. You’re all talk, Aou.”
Aou scoffs, his voice raising in pitch unconsciously, which clearly means he’s lying. “Not true!”
“Then tell me exactly what you’d do to me if I were there,” Boom commands, knowing exactly how to goad Aou into complying.
Aou’s so dizzy from thinking about Boom being here and shoving him down against the sheets that not much comes to mind. His only wish slips past his tongue, “All I want are those fingers on me. It doesn’t matter how. You decide.”
Aou closes his eyes, picturing Boom smirking at him. He didn’t mind Boom taking control, it isn’t like Aou needs to be the one in charge. He loves when Boom is on top of him, bossing him around and having his way with him. Honestly, he prefers it.
“Okay, then. No touching.”
“What?”
“You said you want my hands on you. So, no touching.”
Aou groans, “This is just cruel and unusual punishment, babe.”
“Just do as I say.”
Aou hums in consent, all arguments dying on his tongue at Boom’s commanding tone. There isn’t anything he wouldn’t do for Boom, even if this would inevitably be torture for him.
“Now,” Boom breathes out heavily, which leads Aou to believe he’s already started palming himself without him. “Take your clothes off. It’s a little unfair.”
Aou huffs, grumbling under his breath, “not my fault you started without me,” as he places the phone to the side to pull his shirt over his head. Then he wiggles out of his shorts. He throws the garments aside, not really caring where they land at the moment.
Once Aou confirms his clothes are gone, Boom starts talking again, telling him how he’d push him down onto the bed, his hand bracketing his neck, gently pressing his thumb into Aou’s pulse point. Aou shudders. His eyes close as he pictures Boom on top of him, thighs on either side of his hips, hand closed around his throat with his eyes full of desire.
Aou’s so beyond gone for him, that this is all it takes for him to ache to touch himself. The thought of Boom being in charge is almost too much. Though, he stays true to Boom’s request, biting down on his fist in between his teeth.
He keeps talking about how one hand would roam Aou’s body, pads of his fingers brushing against Aou’s nipples, the other shoving two of his fingers into his mouth.
“Making them nice and wet, so we can open you up.” Aou internally screams, his toes curling as he squirms, desperate to put his hands on himself. Boom knows him too well because he next utters, “C’mon, baby. I know you want to touch but be good for me.”
“Please— just let me—” Aou’s voice comes out desperate as he pleads, in between harrowed pants.
“So soon,” He replies, his voice deep and rumbling compared to his normal tone, that it almost sends Aou over the edge, without much preamble, without even needing to touch. “Be good.”
“I am, I am ,” Aou whines, always desperate for Boom’s approval.
“I know you are. You’re always so good for me.” Aou finds himself preening under Boom’s praise, which in turn gives him a renewed patience to outlast this game Boom’s playing.
He talks Aou through the next steps, his saliva-covered fingers then inserting inside him all at once. Boom cuts himself off as he gasps into the phone, and Aou knows he’s stroking himself at the thought of teasing Aou like that. It drives him crazy.
Aou imagines the scene in his head as Boom regains some composure and continues talking through it— telling how he’d hook Aou’s leg over his shoulder to gain a better angle, gripping tightly to his thigh. Loving the way Aou would gasp and buck his hips beneath him as he thrusts his fingers in and out. He would lean forward and capture Aou’s moans in a bruising kiss, smirking when it hits a spot so sweet that Aou cannot keep up.
Aou clutches the bedsheets between one hand, the other sucking his fingers between his lips, eagerly awaiting for Boom’s permission to touch.
“I’m— I’m so close, Aou,” Boom’s voice is shaky and high pitched as he gets closer to climaxing. He can imagine his blissful face all too well, wishing to see it in person.
Aou can hear the begging in his voice and he’s a simple man, one who loves to please Boom even though he withholds this pleasure from him. It’s his turn to talk Boom through it.
“Keep going, baby. Imagine me right in front of you on my knees, hands gripping your hips, taking all of you in my mouth at once.”
Boom’s gasps come faster, and he hums, Aou knows he’s closing his eyes and picturing exactly as he describes.
Aou can’t take the way he aches any longer, despite knowing Boom will later punish him for it, he reaches a hand down to palm between his legs. The pressure easing instantly, he sighs.
Neither of them have the capacity for words right now, unable to talk through pure ecstasy. They listen to the sounds of each other moaning, fueling them in its own right. Both of them, always eager to make the other feel good.
Boom lets out a muffled cry, surely covering his mouth with his hand, as he reaches a climax. He pants softly, as he comes down from the pleasure. Aou picks up the pace of his own strokes, to match the beat of Boom’s soft, pleasure-filled exhales.
“You were supposed to wait,” Boom chastises, once he’s clear headed enough to scold Aou for starting without his permission. “Brat.”
“I don’t— care—” Aou struggles to get the words out as he pants, roughly.
“You unfairly distracted me.”
“Just— ah— talk to me—” Aou echoes Boom’s earlier desperate words. He catches his bottom lip between his teeth biting down in an attempt to keep his moans to a minimum.
“Right. I didn’t finish what I was saying earlier.” Aou makes a noise of agreement all too quickly, which has Boom laughing at his desperation.
Boom picks up where he left off, telling Aou how he’d change his fingers out for his cock, slowly thrusting forward. He’d revel in the sounds Aou made, as he begs him to go faster. Boom would tease him as he always does, changing the pace to be achingly slow, causing Aou to let out a string of protests. Before he inevitably gives in to Aou’s frantic pleas. He would reach between their bodies, gently stroking Aou with his free hand.
Aou’s pace quickens to meet the pace he imagines Boom setting in his mind. He lets out a string of curses as he reaches his own climax. Aou’s limbs feel heavy and Boom praises him through the phone.
“Do you think you can sleep now?” Boom asks, once Aou’s breathing has returned to normal.
“Sweetheart, I don’t think I can ever sleep again.”
Boom laughs, the sound muffled. “You’re insatiable, you know that?”
“It’s not my fault you’re so irresistible.”
“Sure, sure. It’s my fault that you always want to jump my bones.”
“Hey! Don’t make it sound like I’m some fuck boy. You’re just as eager as I am. You were just saying how I affect you.”
He knows Boom’s rolling his eyes, he always does when Aou gets overly confident. Even though he has every right to be. Boom may act nonchalant about his attraction to Aou, but he knows the truth. “Fine, fine… But we really need to sleep, it's almost 4am.”
“Right,” Aou nods.
“Hang up.”
“You first.”
“Okay,” Boom agrees all to quickly, but Aou protests, “wait, wait—” leading to Boom to giggle so sweetly it has Aou melting into a smile.
“We can’t hang up without saying goodnight.”
“Well, goodnight then.”
“God,” Aou groans, but he’s still laughing, so the protests don’t really have their intended effect. “Would it kill you to be sweeter?”
“Maybe. Do you want to test that? What would you do without me?”
“I’d follow you wherever you go. You know that. Nothing’s separating us.”
Boom goes quiet, a surefire way to know he’s blushing. Aou smiles wider. “Goodnight, baby,” He says, as he refrains from teasing him. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Boom echoes, immediately. “Goodnight.”
The call ends, Boom having hung up first, he usually does, or else Aou would talk for hours. Though, it isn’t the last he hears from him before he goes to sleep. Boom sends him a string of sweet texts, words that he finds harder to say out loud. Aou smiles brightly, turning over and shoving his face in the pillow. He can sleep peacefully now.
