[He almost says something shitty on reflex, a hedge he won't admit is a little defensive that nearly comes out as they're a great visual reminder of why you're still worth dealing with when you're being particularly annoying but--
He thinks of earlier, of the kind of day Angelo is having, and deletes the message.]
[ For some reason that feels like a kind of personal thing to admit, and for a moment Angelo just chews at the corner of his thumbnail trying to work out why. A little distractedly he takes another picture and sends it, since he did promise, but it's almost like his phone can tell he's thinking about something else. ]
[Sebastian snorts softly despite himself at the text that follows the next photo, rolling his eyes, the corner of his mouth lifting, but it fades rapidly off his face at the follow up that comes after just after.
It had been reluctant when he gave it up, that little truth. Something on the edge of too honest and open for Sebastian to be totally comfortable with, and he's trying not to regret it because it's not strange, is it, to keep something given to you to do whatever you want with.
Having to reason with himself about it might be, though. For a long moment all he can do is stare at the question, thumbs hovering over the keypad, and something he said that first night he saw Angelo again spins back up from the recesses of his mind: what's there to miss?]
Yeah.
[Sebastian wrinkles his nose at himself and tries to ignore how stupid one word can make him feel.]
[ When, Angelo wonders, does Sebastian even have time to miss him? They're together a lot more than not, so much so that even his mother has seen fit to point it out, and she usually keeps her thoughts to herself on pretty much everything. But that doesn't mean much, anyway – they're not together right now, and if he's entirely honest with himself Angelo misses him a little bit too. Weird, and kind of stupid, and he doesn't like it. He sinks low in the water, his chin touching the surface, and scowls at his phone. ]
[Sebastian's not sure when it started, only that these days he's acutely aware of the empty space near him sitting unoccupied whenever Angelo is elsewhere doing whatever it is he's doing. He thinks about him when he's not around, finds himself disappointed like a knee-jerk reaction he can't curb when work separates them by necessity, and he wants to hate it more than he does.
It had started to happen last time, too, and he'd been smart enough to find the the exit before it got any worse, but this time--
He doesn't know. He doesn't know anything except that he's not looking for the door.]
[ Absently, Angelo sticks a leg out of the water and rests his foot on the edge of the tub. He glances up and catches his face in the mirror, and to his complete horror discovers that he has a little smile on his face.
[He laughs, though, in a way Angelo seems uniquely gifted at dragging out of him, shaking his head as he scrolls up a little to look at the pictures Angelo sent him. He doesn't know what it says about him that nothing more than a dick he's had to have seen hundreds of times by now can still shake loose those first hot little embers of want down his spine and, truthfully, he's probably happy in the ignorance.]
Just because you're a fucking deviant.
[He says like he's not looking around for somewhere better to settle into than right up at the bar top. As luck would have it, like God himself is personally invested in convincing Sebastian to whip his cock out in public to satisfy Angelo's needy demands, there's a couple vacating a booth in the farthest corner of the bar, and Sebastian grabs his pint to stake claim on it before anyone else can beat him to it.
This is so stupid.
He tucks himself into the corner of it, leaned up into the wall, and reaches underneath the table to undo his belt one handed as discreetly as possible while thumbs his camera app up.
This is so stupid.
The first picture isn't much more than a tease, his jeans pulled open, shimmied loose just enough for Sebastian to get a hand into them, the base of his cock visible before the circle of his fist cuts the rest off from view. He takes it hastily before anyone could clue into what he might be doing in his dim little corner of the world before firing it off. He's not really sure he wants to get himself hard up in public for Angelo's entertainment when he's not close enough to help Sebastian handle it after the fact, but that doesn't stop him from giving himself a little squeezes before pulling his hand free, palming himself after over his jeans.]
[ In the time it took for Sebastian to make his coward's way over to some dark and undisturbed part of the bar, Angelo got himself out of the bath and dried off, and he's now flopped gracefully on top of his covers in the bedroom, lying on his front with his legs kicked in the air like a schoolgirl at a sleepover. The second the comparison snakes its way into his brain he drops his legs flat, and each one makes a little flumping sound in the sheets as it lands. ]
Lighting isn't bad considering whatever shithole you're in right now
[ Like he's just offering critique or something. He's not wrong, though. Ask nicer, he said, and strangely it doesn't take Angelo much time at all to will himself up to doing what Sebastian said. What he demanded, no less. ]
[Every so often Sebastian has a moment where he clearly recognizes the liberties Angelo allows him to take. If there's another person who can demand a polite please out of him and actually get it without resistance, Sebastian can't think of their name off the top of his head but even if he wanted to read into that he doesn't know where the fuck he'd start.
So he doesn't try. Instead he slumps down in the booth a little, turning sideways just enough to be able to pull one knee up to better block anyone's passing, wandering eye in a move he can only hope affects a sense of lazy comfort rather than the suspicious shuffling around of someone about to pull their cock out. The benefit is, of course, the lighting is a little better when he does just that, drawing himself free for a slow upward stroke, snapping a photo just as he reaches the head with his thumb teasing his slit.
Angelo better fucking appreciate this.]
If I get arrested for public indecency it'll be you on the hook for the bail money.
[ Sighing as if he's been put at some great disadvantage, Angelo rolls onto his back and sits up. He can see Sebastian clear as day in his mind, tucked away in some corner while he tries to get a good angle on these pictures; it's the context more than anything else that's turning him on, but that's not to say he doesn't like all of it. ]
If I was there I'd get on my knees for you under the table
[ Angelo rarely ever knows where this shit comes from, he just types what he types and sends what he sends, but there's enough lingering guilt in him that he somehow feels he needs to answer for it by offering a little more than he usually does. ]
Not to suck u off but I'd use my hands
Just one hand on ur dick first, I like feeling u get hard. Only one hand cuz I'm sucking my fingers to get them wet for u and then I would get them inside u
So fucking hot when ur dick jumps in my hand when I do that
Do u think u could stay still for me
[ And obviously, because he's trying to keep things fair and equal, he sends a picture himself, which explains the lazy texting: his left hand curled around his own cock, hard and heavy against his palm. ]
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Rude of you to imply the pics I send of my dick aren't quality??
Might have to stop sending them at this rate
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Send me one more.
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[What do you think he does with them, Angelo? Honestly.]
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Tell me though and I'll send you another one
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He thinks of earlier, of the kind of day Angelo is having, and deletes the message.]
I keep them.
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Gay
[ Great job, Angelo. ]
Do you look at them when you miss me
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It had been reluctant when he gave it up, that little truth. Something on the edge of too honest and open for Sebastian to be totally comfortable with, and he's trying not to regret it because it's not strange, is it, to keep something given to you to do whatever you want with.
Having to reason with himself about it might be, though. For a long moment all he can do is stare at the question, thumbs hovering over the keypad, and something he said that first night he saw Angelo again spins back up from the recesses of his mind: what's there to miss?]
Yeah.
[Sebastian wrinkles his nose at himself and tries to ignore how stupid one word can make him feel.]
Sometimes.
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Why don't you send me one for once
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It had started to happen last time, too, and he'd been smart enough to find the the exit before it got any worse, but this time--
He doesn't know. He doesn't know anything except that he's not looking for the door.]
I'm at a bar, you knob.
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[ Absently, Angelo sticks a leg out of the water and rests his foot on the edge of the tub. He glances up and catches his face in the mirror, and to his complete horror discovers that he has a little smile on his face.
Fucking Sebastian. ]
I've sent pics from worse places than that
Go in the bathroom if you're embarrassed
Coward
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[He laughs, though, in a way Angelo seems uniquely gifted at dragging out of him, shaking his head as he scrolls up a little to look at the pictures Angelo sent him. He doesn't know what it says about him that nothing more than a dick he's had to have seen hundreds of times by now can still shake loose those first hot little embers of want down his spine and, truthfully, he's probably happy in the ignorance.]
Just because you're a fucking deviant.
[He says like he's not looking around for somewhere better to settle into than right up at the bar top. As luck would have it, like God himself is personally invested in convincing Sebastian to whip his cock out in public to satisfy Angelo's needy demands, there's a couple vacating a booth in the farthest corner of the bar, and Sebastian grabs his pint to stake claim on it before anyone else can beat him to it.
This is so stupid.
He tucks himself into the corner of it, leaned up into the wall, and reaches underneath the table to undo his belt one handed as discreetly as possible while thumbs his camera app up.
This is so stupid.
The first picture isn't much more than a tease, his jeans pulled open, shimmied loose just enough for Sebastian to get a hand into them, the base of his cock visible before the circle of his fist cuts the rest off from view. He takes it hastily before anyone could clue into what he might be doing in his dim little corner of the world before firing it off. He's not really sure he wants to get himself hard up in public for Angelo's entertainment when he's not close enough to help Sebastian handle it after the fact, but that doesn't stop him from giving himself a little squeezes before pulling his hand free, palming himself after over his jeans.]
Ask nicer.
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Lighting isn't bad considering whatever shithole you're in right now
[ Like he's just offering critique or something. He's not wrong, though. Ask nicer, he said, and strangely it doesn't take Angelo much time at all to will himself up to doing what Sebastian said. What he demanded, no less. ]
Please may I have another one
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So he doesn't try. Instead he slumps down in the booth a little, turning sideways just enough to be able to pull one knee up to better block anyone's passing, wandering eye in a move he can only hope affects a sense of lazy comfort rather than the suspicious shuffling around of someone about to pull their cock out. The benefit is, of course, the lighting is a little better when he does just that, drawing himself free for a slow upward stroke, snapping a photo just as he reaches the head with his thumb teasing his slit.
Angelo better fucking appreciate this.]
If I get arrested for public indecency it'll be you on the hook for the bail money.
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[ Sighing as if he's been put at some great disadvantage, Angelo rolls onto his back and sits up. He can see Sebastian clear as day in his mind, tucked away in some corner while he tries to get a good angle on these pictures; it's the context more than anything else that's turning him on, but that's not to say he doesn't like all of it. ]
If I was there I'd get on my knees for you under the table
[ Angelo rarely ever knows where this shit comes from, he just types what he types and sends what he sends, but there's enough lingering guilt in him that he somehow feels he needs to answer for it by offering a little more than he usually does. ]
Not to suck u off but I'd use my hands
Just one hand on ur dick first, I like feeling u get hard. Only one hand cuz I'm sucking my fingers to get them wet for u and then I would get them inside u
So fucking hot when ur dick jumps in my hand when I do that
Do u think u could stay still for me
[ And obviously, because he's trying to keep things fair and equal, he sends a picture himself, which explains the lazy texting: his left hand curled around his own cock, hard and heavy against his palm. ]
Don't want 2 get caught do we