Seeing the text message that Jensen sent him made him think at first that something terrible had happened. His heart jumped little and he woke up a little more, enough to startle when his phone started ringing. He managed to reply to it, voice rough with sleep. “Jen?”
“Fuckin’ finally,” Jensen groaned, smiling to himself. “Thought I had to be alone with my right hand tonight.”
He breathed heavier than usual, small pants leaving his lips. “Jay, baby, I’m horny…,” he murmured, and the hand that wasn’t on his phone curled around his half-hard cock. He pulled slightly, humming. “Wanna test out if I can make you come with my voice alone.”
“Yeah”, he hummed before settling down. Hearing Jensen’s voice was somehow comforting. He smiled to his words probably...