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It's the gap that gets Beck . the drawn out moment in time between the ticks colouring in to show that Xander had OPENED the message to when the little speech bubble appeared to signal he was finally typing a response . So we're sexting now ?? apparently . He's touching himself idly as he waits between messages . LAZY movements of his fist , of his fingers over the head of his cock . There's no rush behind it , just filling the time until hr gets what he wants. He smirks at the latest text , it humours him that the hunter is right next door && that they're texting like teenagers. Thumb holds down the voice-note button , a quiet beep notifying him that he can start his message . Beck's voice is low && quiet , breathing uneven . " I think i've got it , don't you worry about me - the one thing you can always count on is that I can look after myself ... " his voice hitches on the last word , but all of them shake with the exertion && lack of air in his lungs . " how was your day ? " there's a wet , sound in the background as he smooths his own precum over his tip - a moan following but being cut off as his finger slips off the button . Beck's head shifts on his pillow , he finds the button again . " i didn't see you for dinner " he adds , " everything alright ? "

IT'S A VOICE NOTE. XANDER curses at the sight of it, sitting there taunting him with that little button he could so easily PRESS to play. But he's not sure where Lillian is at the moment, and despite not exactly CARING if anyone actually heard him it felt too INTIMATE to just let the sound run rampant in his room. So he pulls his hand from his aching member and huffs a little at the sudden ABSENCE, crawling the two feet to the edge of his bed where his headphones sat.

The hunter listens to the sound file twice. Once, to hear what he had to say, the second was just for him. The SECOND was to listen to the sound of Beck's breath hitching, the slight moan that fills the space before it's cut off in a brutal reality check that has Xander reeling.

How was he already this far gone ?

The breath that the hunter takes is shaky, and he considers his options at a very rapid speed. He could send him a message back, over text, which was most likely the SAFEST bet, because he's not sure how he'll sound like right now and he KNOWS the other man will never let him live it down if he's as broken as he feels. Or he could just send him a video.

[ text / BECK ] : Very, very long.

He's tugged his black sweats down a bit, hand wrapped around his cock as he strokes himself with careful precision. Xander's got his finger on the record button, and for a second he considers MUTING the audio -- making the musician wonder the effect he had on him ( a shuddering breath as he pads his thumb over the tip of his erection and imagines it's Beck's tongue instead ) -- but then he's pressing send, laying back and imagining the larger man doing the same thing. God, they were so close to each other and yet SO FAR. It was driving him mad.