one thing he knows for certain will work is one little button. the one right under his pretty name — the one with a, albeit slightly blurred, icon of a phone.

the ring back tone chimes loudly against his ear before its shortly cut off.

“hello?” to nick, the chances ace would be calling for anything other than an immediate emergency was foreign to him. so much so, he found himself double checking the caller id.

“nick. i called you.” ace slurs back, almost like he’s only just become aware of the fact.

“yeah, you did.” he scoffs back, amusement slipping out. “did you need something?” he knew better than to ask if he was okay, or anything along those lines — mostly because he’d get a grumble of a response.

“uh, no… jus’… callin’ cause y’know.” ace trails off, almost tripping over his own feet as he stumbles further down the hall — avoiding a few stragglers that had made themselves comfortable on the floor.

the door swings open quicker than he can process before slamming shut behind him. he hadn’t been entirely sure this was his room until he sunk down onto the bed — feeling the familiar comfort of the mattress.

“i don’t know actually, you’re kinda confusing me right now.”

ace flops back, sighing. “‘cause there’s this party, an’ it’s great— shits great…”

there’s a quiet pause over the phone. “but..” nick prompts back.

“… s’not like i can’t get off.” nick remains silent on the other end of the line, awaiting the rest. “jus’… not the same.” it’s barely there, nothing more than a mumbled confession.

nicks not sure if he’s hearing things right, holding his phone so close to ear he can feel the warmth spreading to his skin. he’d learnt very quickly that ace struggled asking for what he really wanted, but nick wasn’t exactly the type to take the lead.

it was uncharted territory, something he didn’t know how to navigate till he heard the clanking sound of a belt. “what are you doing?” it comes out in a panic, enough to hide the lustful curiosity.

there’s no response, just the distant sounds of rustling. “hang up, if ya want.” ace says quietly, almost shamefully — like he’d rather just not ask, and consequently not get .

“…why would i wanna hang up?”

ace stares down at his phone that lays face up next to him before reaching over, putting nick on speaker. his hand snakes down, pulling out his hard dick — a state he’s been in since he began thinking of nick ten minutes prior.

with his tight grip he pumps his cock lazily, already struggling to keep his breathing in check.

it doesn’t take a genius to figure it out, it’s all nick needs to hear to understand where this had gone. the part he didn’t quite get was the immediate swelling beneath his pyjamas; a few breaths and his body was already responding like a moth to a flame.

a minute goes by, nothing . as if they were both too scared to speak, for completely opposite reasons.

“are you thinking about me?” nick asks quietly, clearing his throat as he speaks.

aces eyes squint shut, hand working faster over his dick. “…yeah.” it comes out as half a breath, although he doesn’t want to admit it, he knows he can’t sit on this side of the call silent — not with the current throb in his balls.

nick passes his hand over his covered length, a slight pressure, enough to ease the attention its craving despite the fix he needs. “what am i doing?”

ace almost can’t register the tone, and if it had come out as anything but clear he would’ve assumed nick was asking himself under his own breath.

but he was asking ace , wanting to know what he was thinking about. and if that wasn’t the most intimidating yet hot question he’d ever been asked. “suckin’ me off.” he murmurs, the jolt through his dick easing the tightness in his throat.

those words send nicks head reeling, mostly because it’s something he’d thought of — something they hadn’t done yet. he swallows down the immediate hesitation to answer, “i wish you’d let me.”

an uneasy pang settles in aces stomach full of regret and the painful need for it. he snaps. “come over.”

nick lets out a breath at the hushed plea. “i can’t, ace.”

he swallows in return, a hot flush pressing over him. “tell me how then.”

it’s safe to say nicks never done this before, nor had he ever imagined he’d be doing it with ace of all people. but this was it — the return he’d been desperate for all these months, laid out on an inviting platter.

“i’d lick the tip, get a taste.” his hand shifts under his pants, lightly grasping his hard dick. “then.. take you as far as i can till you’re… till—”

“jesus fuck .” maybe it was the alcohol, or general restraint he’d put on this whole situation with nick. whatever it was, it already had him spilling into his hand — moaning and whining nicks name over and over like a fucking mantra.

every sound hit nick right in the pit of his stomach, fizzling around, prompting his dick to jump in his own palm. all he could think about was the number of times he was bound to replay that sound in his head, in this very position hoping and praying to hear it again.

the orgasm seems to sober ace up as he wipes his hands with a tissue, tucking his now soft dick back into his boxers. “i’ve got practice tomorrow.” he mumbles, and it’s more than clear he doesn’t know what to say right now nor how to round off the conversation.

“okay.” nick says quickly, finger already hovering over his phone, ready to end the call and cut the awkwardness short.

but ace beats him to the chase, a weird quiet settling in nicks room. he was utterly fucked up.

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