Flare by Posy Roberts

ceased and Hugo groaned again.
    “Hugh?” Kevin asked, sounding surprised.
    “I’m on Skype. Remember?” he managed to get out, but he didn’t want to stop touching himself. It felt too good.
    “Oh yeah.” Kevin faced the reflected computer in the mirror, wiping away more steam from the glass wall, and peered beyond it. “Good morning,” he said with a little wave. “Wait for me, Hugh. Let me come closer so I can watch you.” Hugo pulled his hand out of his underwear and focused on the screen, watching Kevin dry off, but he was taking too long. Hugo’s balls ached. He wanted release, so he started touching himself again, pushing his underwear farther down and kicking his covers off so Kevin could eventually watch.
    “Keep going.” Kevin’s voice sounded so much closer than he’d been, and when Hugo opened his eyes, sure enough, he was right there, nose practically pressed against the screen.
    “Watch it,” Hugo managed to get out. “You’re going to drip water all over your laptop.”
    “Stroke yourself and let me worry about the computer,” Kevin said. He then gave Hugo little instructions, telling him to do what he would do if he were there, telling him to slide his thumb across his slit to spread his precome down his length, concentrating near the head, tugging his balls to make it last longer. “Pinch your nipples, Hugo. Get them both hard so I can imagine sucking on them over here. I’d bite ’em and tug on ’em so you felt it in your balls. Do you know that? Do you feel it in your balls?”
    “Oh fuck, yes,” Hugo said, his imagination working so well he could feel the wet, sucking pulls of Kevin’s mouth on his chest. His balls drew up tight, and Kevin kept talking him closer and closer toward his impending orgasm. He was right there, the first drop of come leaving the tip of his cock, when Hugo heard a knock on Kevin’s door and Rowan’s voice. There was nothing he could do to stop his orgasm at that point, though, nor the groan that rumbled in his chest as spunk splattered across his stomach.
    When Hugo opened his eyes, he saw Kevin laughing and shaking his head, apparently having answered his bedroom door while Hugo had tried to calm his body. “I think our nanny knows we just had cybersex,” Kevin said with a grin.
    “Lovely. I bet that’s reassuring to her,” Hugo drolled.
    “I don’t really care, to be honest, because that was a great way to wake up. I should go, though. I’m meeting with Mark today. Happy Friday. I hope to see you tonight. I love you.”
    “I’ll keep you up to date. Texts and pictures of my cock and all,” Hugo teased.
    “Send me photos of your cock anytime, just give me a not-safe-for-work warning so I can open them on my phone under my desk,” he said with a wink. “Not like that time you sent me a link to porn and I clicked on it at work.”
    “Deal. Love you.”
     
     
    W HEN H UGO arrived at the studio for work, the producer told him there was a problem with the soundboard that would take about an hour to fix. They’d tried calling his hotel, but missed him, so Hugo had time to kill. He ensured the producer had his cell phone number before he left. At first he looked over his script, but the more he did, the less natural the dialogue sounded when he said it out loud, so he gave it up as a lost cause. He spent nearly thirty minutes walking around outside in the California sun. There was street art and other sights worth capturing on his camera to send to Kevin. He and Kevin sent a few texts back and forth before Hugo decided to send some photos off to Brooke, asking her if she’d share them with Finn as well.
    Hugo wondered how the kids really were. Was Finn truly doing better after talking to Lori and the new therapist, Tad? Kevin had taken him back to Lori’s once more the previous week, and they had a therapy session as a family this week. Then Tad had started talking to Finn alone. Hugo still didn’t know how that went, but if anything