Jared bit hard on his lip, slender body curving and arching, squeezing on the phone knuckles white as his hips rolled into his hand which he imagined to be Jensen’s. “Can’t wait… To have you back”, he groaned, as quietly as he could. “I want you to take me away, I want-…” A soft moan cut his sentence as he ran his thumb over the tip of his cock. He didn’t know if he’d dare to put the speaker on right now. “I want you to fuck me, I want your cock in me. I want you to thrust into me and - ohh - I want you to stretch me open, want you to make me c-come.” He gave up, pulling the phone from his ear and put it on the pillow, speaker on as quiet as possible. He turned over slightly, getting up on his knees. His hand kept pumping on his dick as he moved other hand behind himself. “You know what I’m doing now?” he panted into the phone.
Jensen moaned softly and thrust up into his hand as he listened to Jared’s words. He heard Jared shifting on the other end of the line and at his question he bit his lip and shook his head, before he mentally punched himself when he realized that Jared couldn’t see him.
“I don’t know, Jared, what are you doing?”