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Reach Out and Touch [Liam/Chris]
[Takes place on Monday, March 20th, while Liam's in LA and Chris is in Boston.]
Chris resists the urge to throw the laptop across the room, sliding his finger over the little pad to try and get to where he's going on the Citadel site. He's logged in. He's found some information but mostly he's just working at a pace that can only be labeled "slow and confused."
Jessie wants to join the Club and Chris would like to figure out how he sponsors her; he's figuring out he needs to write a letter (Dear sirs, please don't be afraid of Jessie, she's paper trained. You should let her in. Signed, Scared in London) and she needs to fill out forms and see a doctor and then there's a little button he clicks on accidentally....
Instant messaging? Okay then.
He's logged in -- he assumes, wondering if he should call his little sister on her cell phone so she could explain what the hell he does next.
Liam has his usual dozen windows open -- most having to do with his current project and a few for purposes of therapeutic time-wastage -- when a bing announces someone new signing on to Citadel's message system. He glances down at the pop-up, then does a doubletake and smiles. A spatter of keytaps and he's pinging Chris.
Cit_Liam: Chris! How are you today? [hug]
Chris' head tilts to one side like East when he's trying to figure out something complicated like where the toy in Chris' hand went.
He slowly types, hi, is this my Liam? in the window, hoping he's doing this right and hoping it's the right Liam.
He presses enter.
Liam's smile broadens and his shoulders shake in a silent chuckle.
Cit_Liam: I certainly hope so, dear heart. Maybe we need a password, in case someone hacks the system?
Chris_Evans: dear heart works. me on this tiny keyboard is another story. scuse mistakes? How's LA?
When are you coming back? Chris lays flat on the floor, watching and waiting.
Cit_Liam: Gray and wet. Although the hotel has a lovely pool. I've never understood the reluctance of some folk to go swimming when it's raining. What, are they afraid of getting wet??
Chris chuckles.
Chris_Evans: never thought of it that way. just remember_hotel pool means you have to wear TRUNKS111
Liam eyerolls while typing.
Cit_Liam: Trust me, I know. I have a pair that lives in my suitcase, since the only time I need them is when I'm travelling. It feels strange but it's been so long since I've been able to swim that I honestly didn't care this time out.
Chris_Evans: you cn come over when you get back to london and be naked in my tub.
He feels daring to type that. He wonders if it counts as cybersex...
Cit_Liam: I'd love to, dear heart. And as soon as I can I will. We'll shut out the world for at least a week and not emerge at all. Make sure your fridge is stocked because not even starvation will pry us out of the house once we've locked the door.
For right now it's just a dream but it's all Liam has and Jaysus, he needs it. Something to hang onto, something to look forward to, to promise himself for when all the rest of this is over with.
Chris_Evans: can't wait.
He'd like to say more but his hands freeze against the keyboard. He's fantasized about this time, this mythical time when it's only them, only their wants and needs.
Chris's reply is so brief, so bare, just sitting there all alone. Liam feels his heart twist. He knows better than to read any significant emotion into words typed in a chat screen, especially so few words, but he can't help hearing bleak depression. He's probably just projecting his own feelings but he can't help it.
Cit_Liam: I can't either. I wish you were here now, or I were there. I'd wrap myself around you and never let go.
Chris_Evans: you'll be back soon right? maybe wecan have a few hours to ourselves?
The words look pitiful on the screen, like begging but Chris hits enter anyway. Sometimes he misses Liam so much he doesn't mind shoving his pride somewhere deep and dark for awhile.
Cit_Liam: We'll be flying out tomorrow, which means we'll be good for nothing until at least the day after. I like California in small doses but unfortunately getting to and from is awful enough that it nearly ruins the trip. I'll call you, though, as soon as we're back and I've figured out what timezone and hemisphere I'm in again. :P
Chris_Evan: we're flying backtonight too. maybe we'll see each other in the airport......
Cit_Liam: If you're still there by the time our flight gets in, I'll help you tell off whoever lost your luggage or was responsible for your engine falling off onto the runway at Boston. ;)
Chris_Evans: you jinxed me!1111 now you have to make it up to me. presents from cali?///
Cit_Liam: I'm sure I can find something appropriate. :) And it'd be almost worth jinxing your flight to run into you at the airport. [cuddle]
Chris_Evans: think we can dodge our traveling companions long enough for a quickie/?
Chris_Evans: (cant believe i just typed that btw0
Cit_Liam: Hmm, handicapped stall in the loo? There's one near baggage claim IIRC. :D
Chris blushes, laying his face against the coolness of the rug beneath him. He'd be scandalized if he wasn't so damned turned on right now....
Chris_Evans: cant type, turning into tomatoe.
Liam chuckles to himself. He can perfectly picture Chris turning bright red at the mere suggestion of loo-sex. The lad's just adorable.
Cit_Liam: Is that good blushing or bad blushing? Should we make plans for a loo visit some time in the near future? I don't care for the regular ones but since the handicapped size stalls became common.... [tease]
Chris_Evans: weve done stuff in bthrooms11 well your bathroom and club bathroom. not public bathroom unless you cound the club as a public bathroomm. am dead from blushing (good blushing0
Cit_Liam: True, but I was thinking more of a restaurant loo? Someplace with uppity waiters, but not quite so high-class as to have a loo attendant. Or mayhap a petrol station, conveniently placed for sudden necessities?
It's cruel teasing the lad like this, but Liam can't help himself, especially when all he has is memories and imaginings.
Chris_Evans: clearly you have a road trip fetish that is unexplored. lets rent a camper and drive around europe. /dodging gas station restroom sex suggestion due to slight germ issue/
Liam eyerolls before typing again.
Cit_Liam: I've an aunt who never travels anywhere without her spray can of disinfectant. We can get you one if you like.
Chris_Evans: you jsut rolled your eyes, didnt you?/
Now Liam's laughing out loud. The lad knows him too well and that pleases him quite a lot.
Cit_Liam: Aye, I did. [tickle] We'll get you accustomed to the pleasures of hot, dirty sex some day. ;)
Chris_Evans: no issues wth hot/sex. and dirtyis great - but why in a place so GERMY!/1/1/?
Cit_Liam: [facepalm]
Chris_Evans: i was so not made to be a gigolo...gigalo?/ why doesnt this thing have spellchck/?
The thought of spellchecking a chat has Liam blinking.
Cit_Liam: Because no one but you has ever thought of spellchecking a realtime conference, dear heart. :) And you'd be a fine gigolo -- you'd just have to be choosy about your clients. It's a barslut you're unsuited for. [theatrically disappointed sigh]
Chris_Evans: this wouldnt be role play suggestions would they/? /not minding, just curiosu if i should buy a smoking jacket or shrink my jeans/
Cit_Liam: I can do without the smoking jacket, but if you insist on tighter jeans once in a while I certainly wouldn't complain. ;)
Chris_Evans: wash jeans in hot water, dry in dryer. check1 is this the part whre i ask what youre wearing/? /never had cybersex b4 -shocking i know/
Chris sits up then, looking around the empty family room with vague suspicion. Everyone is at work, school or the mall but still....
Cit_Liam: Fully dressed, alas. I'm not sure what the lads are doing but they're being reasonably quiet about it so I'm suspicious. And despite being in California, as I said earlier it's too cold to just throw on a pair of shorts and wander about. But if you'd like to try cybersex we can make believe whatever we want. Anything in particular you'd like to see me in...?
Chris_Evans: easy answer - my bed. and nothing else.
Cit_Liam: I'll accommodate you as soon as I can, dear heart.
Chris_Evans: i know. dont mean ot pressure. am i screwing up the cybersex/?
Liam sighs. He hadn't meant to move things in that direction. He wants Chris to go away smiling when they finished up, to have a pleasant memory instead of just more depression.
Cit_Liam: You can't possibly screw it up, I promise. And I'd be saying that even if we'd actually started. :)
Cit_Liam: I take you in my arms and kiss you, running my tongue across your gorgeous lower lip. One hand slides up under your shirt while the other slips down the back of your jeans.
Chris blinks at the screen. Okay, this is how you do it? He poises his fingers over the keyboard of the laptop, trying to find something sexy to say.
Chris_Evans: when you do that, i cant even remember my name. i just want to make you happy. let you do whatever you want.
His face burns as he types, the press of his sweatpants against his dick, trapped beneath him and rubbing against the carpet -- he can feel his heart start to race.
Cit_Liam: The hand under your shirt moves higher and higher, lifting the shirt up with it. I can feel your smooth skin and the solid curve of muscles underneath.
Oh right, I have to type, Chris thinks after a long moment, shaky hands resting against the keyboard.
Chris_Evans: i lift my arms so you can take off my shirt. i rub against you-hope youre already naked.
Cit_Liam: Of course I am. I pull your shirt off over your head and drop it, then unfasten your jeans and slide a hand inside.
Chris_Evans: magik jeans, already off. wheres your hand now/
Liam chuckles and murmurs, "Now you're getting the hang of it, love...."
Cit_Liam: It's wrapped around your prick, stroking smoothly, feeling you grow thick and hard for me.
Now he's screwed. Completely. He can't tear himself away from the computer and jerking off here seems a Bad Incident Waiting To Happen but really Chris is out of options.
Chris_Evans: i am - you have no idea. feels so good. moaning.
Cit_Liam: I kiss you again so you're moaning into my mouth. Then I wrap my free arm around your shoulders and lean back until I'm lying down and you're sitting on me, my other hand still stroking and teasing your cock.
Screw it -- he rolls to his side and unfastens his pants, doing to himself what Liam is typing.
Chris_Evans: so good. doingit. harder.
Chris's shorter and shorter messages bring a lazy, satisfied smile to Liam's face. Clearly the lad is becoming more and more distracted as they go, which is just what he intends.
Cit_Liam: I pull harder but more slowly and my thumb is rubbing across the tip of your cock. I bring my hand to my mouth and suck your juice off my thumb, tasting you, my eyes on yours the whole time.
He does it -- hell, he has to do it, tasting himself on his fingers and shivering down into his bones. Chris' hand returns to his dick, pumping slowly, almost forgetting he has to return the message.
Chris_Evans: doingit. mre plase.
Cit_Liam: I move my hands to your hips and lift you up. My hard cock's nudging at the cleft of your arse and I s l o w l y lower you down onto me. You're so tight I can hardly breathe.
His hand moves quicker now, moaning softly into the rug. It takes him longer to respond, his body throbbing and moving, cell memory of how it feels when Liam is inside him.
Chris_Evans: tight hurts good
Cit_Liam: I bend my knees so you can lean back against them and feel me thrusting up into you, slowly at first and then faster, filling you over and over. You feel so good -- I love to bury myself in your sweet body and feel your skin against mine.
So easy to imagine, so easy to slip into a place where he can pretend that Liam is fucking him and touching him; his strokes increase until he's panting, twisting, so close.
Chris_Evans: ccccccclose
Liam's smile widens as Chris's typing ability wanes to near-zero. His own cock is grumbling for attention but not so much that he can't ignore it -- he's even typing with two hands. This is for Chris, and Liam is feeling a whole different kind of satisfaction watching his lover fall apart over the monitor.
Cit_Liam: Faster and faster, I squeeze and stroke your cock while thrusting up inside you, bumping your sweet spot every time.
Aforementioned sweet spot throbs and Chris catches his breath as he comes, suddenly fast and furious, his fingers slipping over the come as he slumps on the floor.
Chris_Evans: deaadd
Six characters, Liam thinks with a satisfied smile. Have to do better next time.
Cit_Liam: I feel your body clenching and spasming around mine and come inside you. I wrap my arms around you and cuddle you close, stroking your hair.
Chris wipes his hand on his tee shirt, the scent of sex making him feel hazy.
Chris_Evans: best part. that part _ you holding me like that.
Cit_Liam: I agree. We can keep it up as long as you like.
Chris_Evans: thats a long time.
He blushes as he hits enter, needing a shower, needing Liam -- needing.
Cit_Liam: Aye, it is. D'you think we'll live long enough to get tired of cuddling together?
There are several answers bubbling up in Chris' romantic little heart and God, he wishes he could grow the balls to type them, let alone say them.
Chris_Evans: cant imagine ever getting too much of you
Cit_Liam: I can't either, but let's experiment and see, shall we? ;)
Chris_Evans: deal. ancrap1 hear the car, peple are back. need to get in the shower. call you ltr//
Cit_Liam: I'll look forward to it. {{{{}}}}
[Takes place on Monday, March 20th, while Liam's in LA and Chris is in Boston.]
Chris resists the urge to throw the laptop across the room, sliding his finger over the little pad to try and get to where he's going on the Citadel site. He's logged in. He's found some information but mostly he's just working at a pace that can only be labeled "slow and confused."
Jessie wants to join the Club and Chris would like to figure out how he sponsors her; he's figuring out he needs to write a letter (Dear sirs, please don't be afraid of Jessie, she's paper trained. You should let her in. Signed, Scared in London) and she needs to fill out forms and see a doctor and then there's a little button he clicks on accidentally....
Instant messaging? Okay then.
He's logged in -- he assumes, wondering if he should call his little sister on her cell phone so she could explain what the hell he does next.
Liam has his usual dozen windows open -- most having to do with his current project and a few for purposes of therapeutic time-wastage -- when a bing announces someone new signing on to Citadel's message system. He glances down at the pop-up, then does a doubletake and smiles. A spatter of keytaps and he's pinging Chris.
Cit_Liam: Chris! How are you today? [hug]
Chris' head tilts to one side like East when he's trying to figure out something complicated like where the toy in Chris' hand went.
He slowly types, hi, is this my Liam? in the window, hoping he's doing this right and hoping it's the right Liam.
He presses enter.
Liam's smile broadens and his shoulders shake in a silent chuckle.
Cit_Liam: I certainly hope so, dear heart. Maybe we need a password, in case someone hacks the system?
Chris_Evans: dear heart works. me on this tiny keyboard is another story. scuse mistakes? How's LA?
When are you coming back? Chris lays flat on the floor, watching and waiting.
Cit_Liam: Gray and wet. Although the hotel has a lovely pool. I've never understood the reluctance of some folk to go swimming when it's raining. What, are they afraid of getting wet??
Chris chuckles.
Chris_Evans: never thought of it that way. just remember_hotel pool means you have to wear TRUNKS111
Liam eyerolls while typing.
Cit_Liam: Trust me, I know. I have a pair that lives in my suitcase, since the only time I need them is when I'm travelling. It feels strange but it's been so long since I've been able to swim that I honestly didn't care this time out.
Chris_Evans: you cn come over when you get back to london and be naked in my tub.
He feels daring to type that. He wonders if it counts as cybersex...
Cit_Liam: I'd love to, dear heart. And as soon as I can I will. We'll shut out the world for at least a week and not emerge at all. Make sure your fridge is stocked because not even starvation will pry us out of the house once we've locked the door.
For right now it's just a dream but it's all Liam has and Jaysus, he needs it. Something to hang onto, something to look forward to, to promise himself for when all the rest of this is over with.
Chris_Evans: can't wait.
He'd like to say more but his hands freeze against the keyboard. He's fantasized about this time, this mythical time when it's only them, only their wants and needs.
Chris's reply is so brief, so bare, just sitting there all alone. Liam feels his heart twist. He knows better than to read any significant emotion into words typed in a chat screen, especially so few words, but he can't help hearing bleak depression. He's probably just projecting his own feelings but he can't help it.
Cit_Liam: I can't either. I wish you were here now, or I were there. I'd wrap myself around you and never let go.
Chris_Evans: you'll be back soon right? maybe wecan have a few hours to ourselves?
The words look pitiful on the screen, like begging but Chris hits enter anyway. Sometimes he misses Liam so much he doesn't mind shoving his pride somewhere deep and dark for awhile.
Cit_Liam: We'll be flying out tomorrow, which means we'll be good for nothing until at least the day after. I like California in small doses but unfortunately getting to and from is awful enough that it nearly ruins the trip. I'll call you, though, as soon as we're back and I've figured out what timezone and hemisphere I'm in again. :P
Chris_Evan: we're flying backtonight too. maybe we'll see each other in the airport......
Cit_Liam: If you're still there by the time our flight gets in, I'll help you tell off whoever lost your luggage or was responsible for your engine falling off onto the runway at Boston. ;)
Chris_Evans: you jinxed me!1111 now you have to make it up to me. presents from cali?///
Cit_Liam: I'm sure I can find something appropriate. :) And it'd be almost worth jinxing your flight to run into you at the airport. [cuddle]
Chris_Evans: think we can dodge our traveling companions long enough for a quickie/?
Chris_Evans: (cant believe i just typed that btw0
Cit_Liam: Hmm, handicapped stall in the loo? There's one near baggage claim IIRC. :D
Chris blushes, laying his face against the coolness of the rug beneath him. He'd be scandalized if he wasn't so damned turned on right now....
Chris_Evans: cant type, turning into tomatoe.
Liam chuckles to himself. He can perfectly picture Chris turning bright red at the mere suggestion of loo-sex. The lad's just adorable.
Cit_Liam: Is that good blushing or bad blushing? Should we make plans for a loo visit some time in the near future? I don't care for the regular ones but since the handicapped size stalls became common.... [tease]
Chris_Evans: weve done stuff in bthrooms11 well your bathroom and club bathroom. not public bathroom unless you cound the club as a public bathroomm. am dead from blushing (good blushing0
Cit_Liam: True, but I was thinking more of a restaurant loo? Someplace with uppity waiters, but not quite so high-class as to have a loo attendant. Or mayhap a petrol station, conveniently placed for sudden necessities?
It's cruel teasing the lad like this, but Liam can't help himself, especially when all he has is memories and imaginings.
Chris_Evans: clearly you have a road trip fetish that is unexplored. lets rent a camper and drive around europe. /dodging gas station restroom sex suggestion due to slight germ issue/
Liam eyerolls before typing again.
Cit_Liam: I've an aunt who never travels anywhere without her spray can of disinfectant. We can get you one if you like.
Chris_Evans: you jsut rolled your eyes, didnt you?/
Now Liam's laughing out loud. The lad knows him too well and that pleases him quite a lot.
Cit_Liam: Aye, I did. [tickle] We'll get you accustomed to the pleasures of hot, dirty sex some day. ;)
Chris_Evans: no issues wth hot/sex. and dirtyis great - but why in a place so GERMY!/1/1/?
Cit_Liam: [facepalm]
Chris_Evans: i was so not made to be a gigolo...gigalo?/ why doesnt this thing have spellchck/?
The thought of spellchecking a chat has Liam blinking.
Cit_Liam: Because no one but you has ever thought of spellchecking a realtime conference, dear heart. :) And you'd be a fine gigolo -- you'd just have to be choosy about your clients. It's a barslut you're unsuited for. [theatrically disappointed sigh]
Chris_Evans: this wouldnt be role play suggestions would they/? /not minding, just curiosu if i should buy a smoking jacket or shrink my jeans/
Cit_Liam: I can do without the smoking jacket, but if you insist on tighter jeans once in a while I certainly wouldn't complain. ;)
Chris_Evans: wash jeans in hot water, dry in dryer. check1 is this the part whre i ask what youre wearing/? /never had cybersex b4 -shocking i know/
Chris sits up then, looking around the empty family room with vague suspicion. Everyone is at work, school or the mall but still....
Cit_Liam: Fully dressed, alas. I'm not sure what the lads are doing but they're being reasonably quiet about it so I'm suspicious. And despite being in California, as I said earlier it's too cold to just throw on a pair of shorts and wander about. But if you'd like to try cybersex we can make believe whatever we want. Anything in particular you'd like to see me in...?
Chris_Evans: easy answer - my bed. and nothing else.
Cit_Liam: I'll accommodate you as soon as I can, dear heart.
Chris_Evans: i know. dont mean ot pressure. am i screwing up the cybersex/?
Liam sighs. He hadn't meant to move things in that direction. He wants Chris to go away smiling when they finished up, to have a pleasant memory instead of just more depression.
Cit_Liam: You can't possibly screw it up, I promise. And I'd be saying that even if we'd actually started. :)
Cit_Liam: I take you in my arms and kiss you, running my tongue across your gorgeous lower lip. One hand slides up under your shirt while the other slips down the back of your jeans.
Chris blinks at the screen. Okay, this is how you do it? He poises his fingers over the keyboard of the laptop, trying to find something sexy to say.
Chris_Evans: when you do that, i cant even remember my name. i just want to make you happy. let you do whatever you want.
His face burns as he types, the press of his sweatpants against his dick, trapped beneath him and rubbing against the carpet -- he can feel his heart start to race.
Cit_Liam: The hand under your shirt moves higher and higher, lifting the shirt up with it. I can feel your smooth skin and the solid curve of muscles underneath.
Oh right, I have to type, Chris thinks after a long moment, shaky hands resting against the keyboard.
Chris_Evans: i lift my arms so you can take off my shirt. i rub against you-hope youre already naked.
Cit_Liam: Of course I am. I pull your shirt off over your head and drop it, then unfasten your jeans and slide a hand inside.
Chris_Evans: magik jeans, already off. wheres your hand now/
Liam chuckles and murmurs, "Now you're getting the hang of it, love...."
Cit_Liam: It's wrapped around your prick, stroking smoothly, feeling you grow thick and hard for me.
Now he's screwed. Completely. He can't tear himself away from the computer and jerking off here seems a Bad Incident Waiting To Happen but really Chris is out of options.
Chris_Evans: i am - you have no idea. feels so good. moaning.
Cit_Liam: I kiss you again so you're moaning into my mouth. Then I wrap my free arm around your shoulders and lean back until I'm lying down and you're sitting on me, my other hand still stroking and teasing your cock.
Screw it -- he rolls to his side and unfastens his pants, doing to himself what Liam is typing.
Chris_Evans: so good. doingit. harder.
Chris's shorter and shorter messages bring a lazy, satisfied smile to Liam's face. Clearly the lad is becoming more and more distracted as they go, which is just what he intends.
Cit_Liam: I pull harder but more slowly and my thumb is rubbing across the tip of your cock. I bring my hand to my mouth and suck your juice off my thumb, tasting you, my eyes on yours the whole time.
He does it -- hell, he has to do it, tasting himself on his fingers and shivering down into his bones. Chris' hand returns to his dick, pumping slowly, almost forgetting he has to return the message.
Chris_Evans: doingit. mre plase.
Cit_Liam: I move my hands to your hips and lift you up. My hard cock's nudging at the cleft of your arse and I s l o w l y lower you down onto me. You're so tight I can hardly breathe.
His hand moves quicker now, moaning softly into the rug. It takes him longer to respond, his body throbbing and moving, cell memory of how it feels when Liam is inside him.
Chris_Evans: tight hurts good
Cit_Liam: I bend my knees so you can lean back against them and feel me thrusting up into you, slowly at first and then faster, filling you over and over. You feel so good -- I love to bury myself in your sweet body and feel your skin against mine.
So easy to imagine, so easy to slip into a place where he can pretend that Liam is fucking him and touching him; his strokes increase until he's panting, twisting, so close.
Chris_Evans: ccccccclose
Liam's smile widens as Chris's typing ability wanes to near-zero. His own cock is grumbling for attention but not so much that he can't ignore it -- he's even typing with two hands. This is for Chris, and Liam is feeling a whole different kind of satisfaction watching his lover fall apart over the monitor.
Cit_Liam: Faster and faster, I squeeze and stroke your cock while thrusting up inside you, bumping your sweet spot every time.
Aforementioned sweet spot throbs and Chris catches his breath as he comes, suddenly fast and furious, his fingers slipping over the come as he slumps on the floor.
Chris_Evans: deaadd
Six characters, Liam thinks with a satisfied smile. Have to do better next time.
Cit_Liam: I feel your body clenching and spasming around mine and come inside you. I wrap my arms around you and cuddle you close, stroking your hair.
Chris wipes his hand on his tee shirt, the scent of sex making him feel hazy.
Chris_Evans: best part. that part _ you holding me like that.
Cit_Liam: I agree. We can keep it up as long as you like.
Chris_Evans: thats a long time.
He blushes as he hits enter, needing a shower, needing Liam -- needing.
Cit_Liam: Aye, it is. D'you think we'll live long enough to get tired of cuddling together?
There are several answers bubbling up in Chris' romantic little heart and God, he wishes he could grow the balls to type them, let alone say them.
Chris_Evans: cant imagine ever getting too much of you
Cit_Liam: I can't either, but let's experiment and see, shall we? ;)
Chris_Evans: deal. ancrap1 hear the car, peple are back. need to get in the shower. call you ltr//
Cit_Liam: I'll look forward to it. {{{{}}}}
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