Daniel listened to the soft tones of his… what? Boyfriend?
Can he have a boyfriend when all he’s ever met of the guy is his voice?
Daniel blinked at the CB radio.
“I’m really sorry I didn’t call you these past few nights. There’s… hmmm.”
Daniel sat up. This was it. This was fucking it.
He’s getting broken up with. Goddamn it!
‘Sherri’ cleared his throat.
“I’m missing you. There’s a *thing* I’m dealing with right now - “
Daniel snorted. ‘Yeah, right. A fucking wife and three snot-nosed kids more likely.’
“ - and I hope I’m successful because, if I’m not…”
Daniel blinked again. Shit, he was serious.
Sherri cleared his throat again. When he spoke Daniel could hear the tears.
“… if I’m not… then these past few months, talking with you, getting to know you…”
Daniel groaned as his dick pressed against his zipper.
“… it’s been the best goddamn time of my life. I hope - ”
Daniel ignored his throbbing hard-on and rushed to the table under the window.
“ - I’m here, baby. I’m here!”
Sherri’s breath whooshed across the airways.
“Liberty Bell! My baby-boy!”
Daniel’s tears coursed down his face.
“Please be careful, Sherri!”
“I will. I will. I’ve got you to think about too.”
Daniel gripped the receiver so tightly his fingers ached.
“I thought you’d left me.”
Daniel slumped on to the bare wooden floor. He wanted to hold him so badly, he hated hearing the fear in his voice.
“Listen, Liberty Bell, when this is all over, I…”
Daniel almost shouted down the phone.
Another breath whooshed across to him from - he didn’t even know.
“… I want us to meet. I want to hold you and kiss your ‘tanned face’, feel your ‘I guess kinda cute bunny teeth’ on my body. I wanna kiss your body. I wanna feel your thighs round my waist as I suck your cock. I wanna ride you in the field behind my house as the sunsets beside us.”
Sobs wracked Daniel’s body. He wanted all of that and so much more.
“I’ll make sure I get out alive, baby, for you.”
A watery laugh crossed miles unknown to settle in his heart.
