You really end up hitting it off with him, though, and even though you're a little iffy about having a long-distance relationship, you go for it. You ask him if he wants to date you ("or whatever," you add, to make it seem at least a little like you don't want it so badly) and he seems happy to say yes.

You pretend like you don't get excited enough to jump up and down in front of your computer. You also pretend like you don't immediately call Joel and tell him the news.

Date night with Geoff is probably your favorite night of the week, and you always make sure you get it off work. Your boss isn't thrilled, but your boss can eat a dick. You like your boyfriend more than you like work.

It's kind of hard on you that you can't actually cuddle with Geoff (or kiss him, or hug him, or fall asleep with him and drool on him) but you love watching movies with him. He's got good taste, and you take turns picking movies. The best part is that you never fight over what movie to watch—he picks good ones, and so do you. You never have to argue about how terrible a movie is because you pretty much agree on which movies are stupid and which ones are good.

You love it.

You think you love him by the time you're a few months into the relationship, but you're kind of too scared to tell him that. It's harder to decide what people are thinking over the internet, so you aren't sure where he's at with his feelings compared to you. You're probably going to wait for him to say it first, really.

Even four months into your relationship with him, you still have a date night every week. It's not every Friday anymore, but it still happens no matter what. You watch a movie together, then get on video chat and make stupid kissy faces at each other.

It doesn't go any further.

Not... often, anyway.

Sometimes things escalate.

Mostly when Joel's out for the night. In fact, it's never escalated when Joel's at home, considering the computer room is also the living room, and you really don't want to do anything on camera in front of Joel.

It never goes further than you and Geoff touching yourselves without taking your pants off, anyway. You're a little too shy, and Geoff says he doesn't want to go too far before you're really ready.

Eventually, you are ready. You're ready to actually touch yourself on webcam with your boyfriend. You still haven't told him you love him, but that's alright. You'll tell him at some point.

But you're ready to go further now.

So after you finish watching your movie with him, you lean into the webcam and... well, you do what you've decided was giving him a kiss. That would be puckering up and getting real close to the camera. He smiles at you and does the same, then waves at you.

"Hi, baby," he grins, getting comfortable in his chair and pulling his blanket tighter around his shoulders. You wish you could be under that blanket with him. Ugh.

"Hey, guess what?"

"Hmm?"

You take a second to bite your lip, look as seductive as you can. Then, you say, "Joel's out for the night."

"Oh," he says, licking his lips. "So, does that mean..."

"Yes. It means exactly what you're thinking."

In response, he just pulls his shirt off, tossing it aside.

"I'm, like, halfway there already," he tells you, biting his lip and already starting to palm himself through his jeans.

"Jesus Christ," you laugh, pulling your shirt off, too. "I didn't know you were into summer camp murders and little wieners."

"Shut the fuck up," he laughs, covering his face with his free hand. "It's not that! It's you! I'm into you, I swear it wasn't the movie."

"Are you sure?" You start to touch yourself, too, even though the movie was the exact opposite of a turn-on. "Because, man, you are awfully horny for somebody who's not into that stuff."

"Yeah, whatever," he breathes, and you close your eyes. Imagining that you can feel his breath on your neck. Just the thought of it, the thought of him pressing his mouth against your neck and breathing against your skin and leaving marks sends shivers down your spine.

"Take your pants off," you say quickly, before you can think better of it. If you're going to do this, you're gonna do it now and you're not going to wait anymore. Unless Geoff wants to. Which you're okay with. But you want to do this, and he was originally waiting for you to want to anyway.

He looks at you for a second, astonished.

Then, his face breaks out into that cute, familiar half-smile and he stands up so he can wiggle out of his pants, dropping them on the floor so he's left in his boxers. You can clearly see his erection through it, and the idea of touching it makes you twitch in your pants.

You can't wait to be with him for real.

"Are you gonna take yours off, too?" He's still got that smile on his face, like he knows exactly what you're thinking. Like he knows exactly where this is going.

You're almost shaky when you stand up to take your pants off, and you drop your boxers, too. Keep yourself covered with one hand so he doesn't quite see everything yet.

"You're not gonna make fun of me if it's small, right?" You laugh as you say it, even though you are kind of nervous about that. You'd be nervous about it if Geoff was a girl, too. Because he's a guy, you're mostly nervous about if he ends up being bigger than you.

You make him laugh, though.

"Why would I make fun of you? I'd be cheating myself out of watching you jack it."

"Right. Good to know that's the important thing here."

He laughs again, then hushes you. "Just show me, baby. If you show me yours, I'll show you mine."

"Oh my God, don't be gross."

"It's not gross! I'm just saying!"

"You're gonna kill my boner, you jerk."

He lowers his voice again, then gets closer to the microphone. Whispers, "come on, baby, show me."

The sound of his voice alone is enough to make you shudder, so you move your hands and adjust the webcam's angle so he can see better.

Geoff just stares for a while, that little smile on his face the whole time.

"Can't wait to have that in my mouth."

"Oh my God!"

"Is that all you know how to say?" He laughs and stands again, pulling his boxers off and standing there for a second when his cock bounces up.

He's big.

He's big and you can't wait to have him in your mouth, either. It almost makes you nervous. You've never sucked a cock before. Not that you think it really matters. His is so big that you're pretty sure that even if you had been with a guy before, you wouldn't know what to do with it.

Or maybe he's normal and you're small.

Or maybe you need to stop overthinking things and let yourself get off.

"Oh my God," you whisper, starting to stroke yourself. Slowly at first. Flicking your wrist a little every time you get to the tip of your cock. Squeezing just hard enough.

"It's true," he laughs, sitting back down and taking a good look at you. "I've reduced your vocabulary to 'oh my God'. Can I get some moaning out of you, or are you just gonna keep repeating the same thing over and over?"

"I can maybe say something else," you breathe, lifting your hips off your chair and thrusting into your hand. "Or... maybe I can moan." Just for him. You aren't usually loud, but if it's what he wants, you can probably manage to make some noise.

"I wanna hear you moan, baby, come on, moan for me," he whispers, wrapping his hand around his own cock and not even bothering to tease himself. You keep your eyes trained on him, watching closely, absolutely dying to be with him. In his apartment. Able to have his dick in your hand, your mouth, anything besides jacking off on webcam for him.

"I can do that," you whine, then you let out a long, loud moan, as loud as you can manage. That makes him moan, too, makes him grunt low in his throat. "You- you like that, huh?" Dirty talk isn't really your strong suit.

"I do like that," he says, his voice low. Almost husky. Incredibly sexy. "You sound good. Someday soon I'm gonna make you make those noises. All by myself."

That makes you moan again, and you think, at this point, that you're beyond words. You can't think of enough words in the english language to describe quite how stimulation feels right now. You feel overloaded. Like you're going to explode at any second.

You really can't do that. You can't embarrass yourself like that. This just started, it can't end so fast. Geoff will laugh at you. He'll make fun of you. He won't want to do it again.

After only a few more moments, you keen at him, then whine, "what if I was close already?"

"Oh, baby, I'd say I wanna watch you cream yourself. C'mon. Come for me, Matt, come on." He starts jerking himself faster, smirking at you. God damn.

Nervousness does kind of start to set in, but you can manage anyway. He gets you so hot, no matter how nervous you are. You're close, you're so close, you can feel that heat building up in your tummy and in your balls and you feel like you're about to scream. You need to come. You need to come for Geoff and you need him to come for you.

Your face heats up and your muscles tighten. Eyes squeeze shut no matter how badly you want to keep your eyes on Geoff. You feel like you're ready to burst, about to come harder than ever before. You feel like you're burning up.

When you finally get release, it's the most intense orgasm you've had in your life.

Your toes curl, your hips lift off your chair, you're unable to hold your noises back, you can't even stop yourself from screaming his name. You shoot onto your stomach and your computer desk, suddenly embarrassed that you've let yourself get so into this in front of him.

It lasts for what feels like forever, and you don't stop—you stroke yourself through another three orgasms, eyes still squeezed shut, Geoff's name the only thing out of your mouth.

By the time you're actually done, you don't think you could move if you tried.

Your third orgasm is dry, your fourth almost painful. It feels like your face is on fire when you finally stop, and when you open your eyes, Geoff's just staring at you. Astonished. Clearly finished long before you.

"I— shit, I'm so sorry, that... probably took forever," you gasp, licking your lips and reaching for a tissue or five.

"No, babe, that was... I don't care how long it took. That's probably the best thing I've ever seen in my life."

That makes your face feel even harder. You get to work on cleaning up while he just smiles at you, that cute, lazy half-smile that you love so much.

"I love you," you say softly, not thinking too much about it. You've embarrassed yourself once, and you might as well do it again.

But... you don't think you've embarrassed yourself this time.

Without missing a beat, he just says, "I love you too," and grins at you.

As if it isn't your first time telling him that.

You really do love Geoff.

A few moments pass in silence, both of you breathing heavily. You more than him, but he doesn't comment.

Then, he asks, "do you wanna watch me play Halo for a bit and then leave our microphones on when we go to bed?"

"Yeah. I'd love to."

You can't help but smile at him. You smile and you watch him play his video game, and when he's too tired to play anymore, and you're too tired to watch anymore, he takes his laptop to bed with him, and you take your microphone and your speakers, setting them both up far enough away from you that it almost sounds like he's sleeping next to you.