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“What are you wearing?” James types into the chat.
Three little dots on the screen then the message: this really thin robe. It’s black and sheer lacy on the edges.
James shivers, palming himself through his sweatpants. He feels ridiculous enough doing this in the first place, getting off to words on a screen, but the man he has been corresponding with for the last few months was more than eloquent. Well, his most recent text didn’t reflect that, but he didn’t need have a way with words, James’s vivid imagination was more than enough to build the tent in his pants.
He imagines him sitting atop his comforter, short robe lying delicately on his soft, pale thighs and seeing him through the clothing. He imagines him wearing some kind of lingerie underneath, probably a matching set with the robe. The red, leaky tip of his cock peaking out of the top of the panties, neglected and begging to be touched…
James frees himself from his pants, stroking his big hand down the length of his cock, moaning from the sensation.
“Anything else?” He types.
It takes a few moments for the message to come through.
“A matching lingerie set. Black lacy panties and a bralette. I’m wearing thigh-high socks too.”
James groans. His imagination did not fail him.
Another message pops up on the screen. “I wish you were here, Daddy. I wish you could touch me. Wish you could fuck me until I cried.”
The words on the screen nearly make him come all over his fist.
The thing was, meeting him wouldn’t too out of the realm of possibilities. See, James met him originally on an online forum for their college, and they originally bonded over the fact that they both were in the closet still, and the stifling and overwhelming pressure that came with it. For Star, (this is what James called him, based on his username burningstar04, and he was adamant on keeping his anonimity) he was most scared of his parents. From what Star was willing to divulge, they were extremely traditional and Catholic, and would not be even a little bit accepting. He “already disappointed them enough” Star had said, with his piercings and tattoos. He was confident he would be disowned, he was surprised he hadn’t been already. James told him that he didn’t think they would, and that he should try to ease the topic with them, but when Star didn’t talk to him for a week after that, he stopped pushing the idea.
For James, the problem wasn’t his parents. He hasn’t told them yet, but he didn’t think he would be disowned or anything, maybe just disappointed in him. Which was more than enough to deter him from coming out to them. He was also afraid of the stigma he’d get on campus. James was a D1 basketball player at their college, and he didn’t think he could face his teammates in the locker room if they knew what he really was. He heard all the jokes they’d make: it wasn’t something he was willing to risk.
His best-friend, Sirius, who was out and proud, was beloved by his parents, he was like a second son to them, and they knew of his sexuality, but things were a whole lot different when it’s your son versus his friend. He didn’t want to disappoint them, or his team. He wanted to be perfect for everyone, and the only way he could do that was to stay repressed in the closet. But at least he wasn’t alone.
James types quickly into the chatroom.
03stuckinthesun: Don’t give me any ideas. I’ll track you down.
burningstar04: Sounds hot. Tell me more.
03stuckinthesun: I’d sneak into your dorm at night.
burningstar04: I’m listening.
03stuckinthesun: Suck your dick until you woke up screaming my name.
burningstar04: I would never, Sunny. I have a roommate, y’know.
03stuckinthesun: Fine, I’d stick my fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet.
burningstar04: Fuck I’m so hard right now. What else?
03stuckinthesun: Me too, baby. I would eat you out to get you all ready for me and then fuck you until you were imprinted in the mattress
burningstar04: Fuck Daddy.
That’s quite the imagination you’ve got there.
03stuckinthesun: You make me feel everything so intensely.
You’re so fucking hot it drives me insane. I can’t wait to meet you.
burningstar04: You’ve never even seen my face. How do you know if I’m hot?
03stuckinthesun: Well your body and your dick is perfect. But you’re already the most beautiful boy ever to me.
burningstar04: Stop, I’m blushing.
I have an idea. Do you trust me?
03stuckinthesun: I would trust you with my life. You know me better than anyone.
Even my best-friend, Sirius. I’ve known him for years, but he doesn’t even know I’m gay.
Once he types this last message, Star’s little text bubble disappears. After about ten minutes, James panics, shooting him another message.
03stuckinthesun: Did I say something wrong, Star? I’m sorry.
A few more minutes of nothing, and James’s cock almost loses all of its rigidness waiting on edge for Star’s message.
burningstar04: No, you didn’t. You’re perfect. I was just setting something up. Want to try something?
03stuckinthesun: Of course I do.
Star sends him a link to a video call, which he clicks on eagerly. His webcam turns on immediately and he feels a bit shy behind the camera. He’s put in some kind of waiting room, so he can’t see Star yet, but the mere anticipation was more than enough to make him rock hard again. He adjusts his laptop on his bed, propping up pillows and moving his legs so the camera angle is just perfect. He’s only showing from the neck down, since he assumes today was not the day he would see Star’s face. Not wanting to make him wait any longer, he drags a shaky finger across his keyboard and joins him.
It was certainly not what he was expecting. Star is sitting on his bed on his knees, the light from the computer screen illuminating his pale, milky skin. His imagination could never chalk up something as beautiful as what was in front of him on his screen. The lingerie looked way better than he thought it did. Behind him on the bed there was several stuffed animals and he could see the decorated wall behind him, pale yellow fairy lights looped over photos of people, whose faces he couldn’t quite make out and posters and little things he had tacked up on his wall.
He feels a bit silly and sort of like some kind of perv sitting here on his bed, his dick the center of where his camera is faced and nothing else extravagant like how Star’s room is.
“Can you hear me?” James says, tentatively, his voice hoarse.
Star giggles, his body quivering with it, and James wishes he could see the smile spread on his face.
“I can,” he says. The voice sounds vaguely familiar, but it was just a deep, man’s voice, nothing in particular stuck out about it.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” James says, remembering his cock in his hand and running a hand down it.
He giggles again sweetly and smoothes the robe on his body, his slender fingers lingering in the tops of his thighs. His hands slowly move up, teasing the slit where the robe opens. He slowly unfurls the string that holds it together and sweeps it at his sides, revealing the black lingerie that hugged his slender frame. The black panties he’s wearing are pretty sheer, and he can see his cock straining against the fabric. His perfect ass on display since the panties were a thong. With the robe open he can see the large tattoo of a snake on his hip, and a bit of the piece on his chest.
“Fuck, Star, you’re so hot,” James groans, jerking himself off.
“Thank you,” he whispers, shrugging off the robe and adjusting himself in the bed, now facing the camera. He’s draws his knees to his chest and in the frame of the camera is only his calves, adorned with the socks.
“You fucking tease,” James grits out, his hand pausing.
He giggles and kicks his feet around. It’s so adorable James feels a surge of affection for the boy.
“Tell me what you want me to do, Daddy.” Star breathes out.
“Open your legs,” James commands, his voice dark.
“Yes, Daddy,” he says sweetly, slowly opening his legs. He gets a much better view from what he got a peek of before.
“Can I…?” He asks tentatively, smoothing his hands down his stomach and toying with the edges of the panties.
“Yes, please, baby.”
Star shifts again, and his calves are in front of the camera again, but James doesn’t complain as the panties slide down his legs and off his ankles. Star slowly opens his legs again, and finally James gets a full glimpse of his perfect cock. Star has sent him lots of photos, even a few videos, but nothing compared to this. Like his marionette, Star’s hands are still atop his thighs, waiting for James to pull his strings and command him.
“Can you see me? Keep my pace,” James demands, and starts jerking himself off with a slow, languid pace. From the little speakers, he can hear Star let out breathy moans as he follows James’s lead, gripping his cock and stroking it with him, his other hand curled in a fist tightly at his side.
“Such a good boy,” the praise spills out of mouth, and the glorious sound of Star’s whimpering follows. He wants to bottle the sound and leave it in his nightstand drawer, so he can listen to it anytime he wants.
After a few minutes he starts to slowly quicken his pace. He wants for him and Star to come at the same time.
“Fuck, I wish I could see your face right now. So fucking perfect, fucking yourself for me.”
Star moans, “Just for you. Wish I could see you too.”
“I’ll show you,” James gasps out. “You wanna see what you’re doing to me?”
Star stops and squeezes the base of his cock, and James relishes in the fact that he’s close, that he is the one who made him like that.
“A-are you sure?” Star says, so quietly James can hardly hear it.
His hand pauses. “I mean, if you don’t mind. I think I’m ready, Star. I want you to see me.”
Star’s hands don’t move and he’s silent for several beats.
“It’s no pressure for you to show your face, though! Do that whenever you’re ready. But honestly, I doubt you’d even recognize me. This is a pretty big school.”
“Okay,” Star breathes out, “Show me that pretty face.”
James lets out a laugh, but suddenly feels nervous. The short conversation cleared his mind a bit. But he was ready for Star to see his face. He was ready to see Star’s face, know his real name. He wanted to hang out with him, in person.
He first removes his t-shirt which he hadn’t realized he was still wearing, and Star makes a little noise when he does so. He grins as he slowly pushes the computer back, until his face is in frame.
Star visibly pauses. His hand is off his cock and both of them are now in fists, which only heightens James’s anxiety. It must show in his face, because one of Star’s hands disappears out of frame and he hears a kissing noise, and then Star’s fingers touch his camera.
“Holy shit,” he says, taking his cock in his hand again, “you’re so fucking hot.”
James grins and his hand flies to his cock and the other braces against his thigh. He starts stroking himself again and Star follows, matching his pace.
“Wow,” Star groans, “the prettiest Daddy ever, treat me so good.”
James’s face twists in pleasure and he’s glad Star can see it.
“Fuck baby,” he whimpers, “are you close?”
Star quickens his pace. “‘M so close,” he says.
“Wanna come at the same time,” James says, reaching up to run a hand through his hair so sharply he almost knocks his glasses off his face.
James is going really fast now, and Star is matching his pace, moaning and whimpering.
“F-fuck, James fuck ohmygod James!” Star cries as he comes. Hearing his name moaned by Star makes him come instantaneously into his fist, spurting up his chest and all over his abs.
When he looks up at his laptop again, Star’s legs are closed, but noticeably shivering.
“Open your legs,” James growls.
Star opens them shakily, his whole front covered in his come, like James.
“Lick it off,” he whispers hoarsely.
Star runs his fingers over his own come over his stomach, gathering it with his two fingers. He moves, leans forward, so it’s just his mouth in frame, and shoves his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean. The snake bites in the corner of his mouth aren’t unnoticed by James. The sight makes his softening cock twitch.
“Such a good boy,” he coos.
Star grins in the camera, a perfect smile with straight teeth, and another piercing hanging in front of his two front teeth.
Star leans forward and kisses the camera, and then leaves the call.
James groans and slams his laptop shut. He gets up to clean himself off and puts his clothes back on to sleep. He texts Star for a bit, but then settles into bed.
He tosses and turns in bed, unable to stop thinking about their call. Then suddenly, it hits him. Did Star say his name?
——
James lounges on Sirius’s bed, leaning up against the wall, while Sirius sits cross-legged, typing away furiously as he finished an essay.
“Professor McGonagall can kiss my ass,” Sirius says, sighing, “this is the gayest assignment I’ve ever done.”
James rolls his eyes. “Oh, yeah? You should tell her that.”
Sirius turns to James and gives him a devious look, but then narrows his eyes.
“Hey, we’re supposed to be working. Y’know, parallel play.”
“Homework is not play.”
“You know what I mean. It’s the only way you get shit done.”
James barks a laugh and rolls his eyes. “Please.”
Sirius smiles at him, a grin full of perfect, white teeth.
“Would you go down and get snacks? I’m hungry.”
James sighs and dramatically throws himself off the bed. “Fine.”
Just as he turns to leave, Sirius throws his metal water bottle at him. “Fill it up too?”
“What am I, your slave?” James groans.
Sirius only smirks at him. “You love it.”
James shakes his head and smiles, and grabs his own water bottle off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
James jogs out of the room and takes the stairs down. Luckily, Sirius’s dorm was on the main campus this year, so there are a lot of things close to it. He stops at the closest cafe and picks up a few snacks, swipes his food card, and jogs back to his building. He stops on the first floor to fill their water bottles on the water fountain and then takes the elevator back to his dorm, his arms full.
Sirius’s dorm door is wide open as he approaches, and he slowly eases his way in, and finds someone standing in front of his bed, their arms crossed. It was practically a carbon copy of Sirius, except a bit shorter, with shorter hair as well, but he could tell from his features it was his brother, though they have never met.
Or, so he thinks.
When the boys turn to him, James gets a good look at his face, and he nearly drops everything he’s carrying. His eyes immediately hone in on the boy’s mouth. Or more specifically, the snake bite piercings under his lip.
The boy’s eyes widen, but then flash him a grin. A perfect set of straight white teeth, with a little piercing hanging over the two front teeth.
Oh shit.
“Oh, hey James, this is my little brother, Regulus.”
He’s so fucked. Sirius is gonna kill him.