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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV), teen_wolf_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Chris_Argent/Isaac_Lahey
  Additional Tags:
      Phone_Sex, Masturbation, Dirty_Talk, Slight_power_dynamics, Top_Chris
      Argent, Bottom_Isaac_Lahey, Established_Relationship
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-09-14 Words: 2619
****** Hooked on Phone Sex ******
by Seanbiggerstaffrox
Summary
     Chrisaac Phone Sex
Notes
     Just kind of a short something something I threw together because I
     wanted Chrisaac porn. I hope you enjoy :D
Isaac moved in with Chris after they left France. He’s in the hunter’s bed now,
inhaling his scent on the sheets and trying to refrain from touching himself
while he speaks to Chris over the phone. Chris is away on a hunt and Isaac’s
bereft.
“I miss you.” Isaac says softly, hoping Chris understands the meaning under
that.
“I know, Isaac.” Chris says.
“I keep dreaming about you.” Isaac says, laying back in the bed and feeling his
dick tingle and twitch from need.
Chris lets out a breath. “Isaac.” He says, strained and protesting.
“I know. I’m sorry.” Isaac says quickly. “It’s just, it’s been a week.” He
whispers. He’s not trying to be petulant and he can do without sex just fine,
if he has to, but he misses the closeness. He misses being wrapped in Chris’
arms as the hunter takes him apart in maddening, erotic movements. Isaac
shivers, partially from how cold it feels without Chris around him and
partially from arousal.
“You don’t have to apologize.” Chris hastens to say, always careful to make
sure Isaac doesn’t feel like he’s imposing just by speaking his mind. “I miss
you too.” Chris says, soft and full of longing. “Beautiful boy.” He adds,
tacking on the pet name.
Isaac shivers at the endearment. “You shouldn’t call me that unless you want to
start something.” He says.
Chris lets out a small chuckle. “Beautiful boy.” He says again, quiet and
husky. Isaac’s eyelids flutter and his breath hitches.
“You know I’m in your bed right now.” Isaac confesses.
“Our bed.” Chris corrects softly. Isaac holds back a groan and grabs at the
blanket.
“Smells like you.” Isaac says, closing his eyes and inhaling the strong scent
of ash and gunpowder. His dick twitches in his pants and he realizes he’s
skirting dangerously close to phone sex territory. He flushes in embarrassment
and pulls the blanket over his head.
Chris either hears the rustle or he knows Isaac well enough to predict the
behavior, because he speaks up quickly in protest. “Don’t be embarrassed,
Isaac.”
“I’m not.” Isaac lies, staring at the cotton underside of the comforter from
where he’s nestled into the temporary fort. He picks at the fabric. “When will
you be back?” He asks quietly.
“As soon as I can.” Chris promises. “Only a couple more days, I think.”
Isaac frowns, frustration welling up inside him. He’s not irritated with Chris.
Far from it. He just doesn’t like that circumstances have drawn Chris away from
him. He tries to remind himself of what Chris said before he left – that out-
of-town hunts are rare and this is likely the only one he’ll have to take for a
while. It doesn’t stop him from feeling horribly lonely.
“Isaac,” Chris starts. There’s something in his tone that has Isaac stilling,
listening with razor sharp focus. “You can touch yourself if you want.” The
hunter offers softly. Isaac can’t tell if he’s quiet from embarrassment or if
he’s just trying to be gentle. He suspects it’s the latter, but he can never be
sure. Chris is rarely obvious about being nervous. It’s always Isaac that seems
to broadcast it like a beacon, sending out waves of anxiety or shyness. It’s
never when others are around. Isaac’s good at honing it in when he has reason
to be on the defensive, but when he’s alone with Chris and comfortable, it all
comes out. It’s not that he’s uneasy with Chris, it’s just that the hunter
focuses on him with so much intensity it tends to make him bashful.
Isaac lets out a breath and his hand twitches, already halfway to his pants. He
stops, curling his fingers and licking his lips uncertainly. “You sure?” He
asks. In the fraction of time it takes for Chris’ response to reach his ears,
his gut ripples with anticipation and his heart pulses roughly against nerves.
“Yes. But only if you want.” Chris says, slightly breathless. Isaac reads the
hunger in his voice and realizes Chris wants him to touch himself. He’s being
careful in his phrasing, making sure he’s not pushing Isaac or telling him what
he wants him to do, because they both know if Chris tells Isaac to touch
himself, the wolf will do it. Chris probably thinks it’s some psychological
leftover from his dad that makes Isaac so quick to follow the hunter’s
requests, but it’s not. Isaac just likes Chris being in charge sometimes.
“I want to.” Isaac says, quick to reassure the man as he reaches down. Isaac
doesn’t dip inside right away, but palms himself through his pajamas, gasping
softly. Chris’ breath stutters on the other end as he listens. “Been – been
hard for fifteen minutes.” Isaac says, eyes slipping shut as he cups his
erection. His hips twitch forward into his grip of their own accord and he
puffs out an exhale.
“Me too.” Chris confesses. Isaac stills, shock and desire coursing through him.
He pictures Chris sitting in some hotel room, his cock tenting inside his
boxers.
“What are you wearing?” Isaac asks quickly. He takes a brief second to wonder
if he seriously just asked that, since it’s the most cliché question in the
book, before he moves on to toying with his waistband, not sure whether to
touch himself now or wait. He knows once he starts stroking, he’ll get lost
pretty quickly, and he wants this to last a little longer than a couple of
minutes.
“Jeans.” Chris says.
Isaac groans. “Your ass always looks great in jeans.” He says. Chris lets out a
small chuckle. “Shirt?” Isaac asks.
“Tank top. Grey.”
Isaac narrows his eyes suspiciously. “You’re injured.” He notes. After a hunt,
Chris only ever wears the tank top when he’s gotten hurt.
“Just a scratch.” Chris says.
“Where?”
“Isaac.” Chris admonishes. “It’s nothing. And I’d rather not have another cold
shower tonight.”
Isaac bites his lip, thinking about Chris horny and wanting him. “Okay.” He
says, relenting.
“Your turn.” Chris says. “What are you wearing?”
Isaac flushes. “My blue pajama pants and, uh, your green t-shirt.” He says.
Chris lets out a long breath. “You miss me that much?” He asks.
“Yeah.” Isaac whispers.
“I wish I could touch you right now.” Chris says longingly.
“I’ve been fingering myself.” Isaac confesses. His pulse skips nervously and he
teases his fingers over the skin above his waistband. “Think I might be able to
take your cock soon.”
“Fuck.” Chris says and Isaac can hear his heartbeat spike over the phone. They
haven’t gotten to penetration yet. It takes work and Isaac’s never done
anything like that. There’s no set rule that Isaac’s the one who has to bottom,
but he’s too nervous to top and he’d rather experience it himself first. At
least, that’s his official, human reasoning. He hasn’t mentioned this to Chris,
but something about his wolf, his instincts, makes him want to get filled up
with the other man. He wants to bare his neck and splay his legs and let Chris
fuck him until everyone knows who Isaac belongs to. “How many fingers?” Chris
asks, strained, and Isaac’s pretty sure he’s touching himself.
The wolf licks his lips and slips his hand into his pajamas. “Got three in
yesterday.” He says, tracing his palm over the front of his briefs.
“How’d it feel?” Chris asks.
Isaac recalls the sensation, remembers fucking his digits into his ass while he
thought about Chris. “Hurt, at first.” Isaac says, pushing away the band on his
underwear so he can get to his cock. The lube’s on the nightstand, but he’s too
eager to waste time getting it. He’s wet enough already.
“Yeah?” Chris says, prompting him to continue.
“But then it – it was good.” Isaac confesses, pressing against his erection and
gasping. If it wouldn’t take so much work, he’d finger himself now, but he’d
rather let Chris see it for himself than hear it over the phone. His hole
twitches and Isaac wraps his fist around his cock. “Really good.”
“Good.” Chris breathes.
“Thought about you.” Isaac says, sliding his palm over his cock. A small sound
slips out and he bites his lip.
“Beautiful boy.” Chris moans. “Gonna finger you when I get back.” He promises.
Isaac bites down harder, muffling a whimper as his hips leap into his palm and
his blood boils. His eyes clench shut and he turns toward the mattress,
instinctively shielding himself from view even though Chris isn’t there to
watch him.
“Test out your hole. See if it’s ready for me.” Chris grunts. Isaac’s ears burn
and he humps into his fist, opening his mouth in a gasp against the sheets.
“Don’t hide.” Chris orders, soft but commanding. He knows Isaac, knows the
teen’s curling against the bed and trying to shield himself from view as he
stifles the sounds pushing against his throat. “Come on, beautiful boy, let me
hear you.”
Isaac turns his head, swallowing thickly and blinking. He expects to see Chris
sitting there, watching him intently. He comes up with empty space and blanket
and shuts his eyes, pushing down disappointment and holding the phone up to his
ear.
“Chris.” He says quietly.
“That’s it, beautiful boy. Talk to me.” Chris urges. Isaac can hear him
touching himself and moans.
“Want you.” Isaac says, fucking his fist. His hole twitches every time he moves
back and he wishes there were fingers in there. “Want you in me.”
Chris groans. “When I get back. Won’t even take you in the bedroom.” He says.
“I’ll finger you right there on the kitchen table.”
Isaac whines and almost drops the phone. He twists, leaning back so he can
leverage his foot on the bed and rock up. His hand shakes, moving unsteadily
over his cock, and his hips do most of the work.
“Might even fuck you.” Chris growls, voice guttural as he gets closer.
Isaac moans in approval. “Want it.” He says.
“Wish I could see you right now.” Chris gasps. “You’re so gorgeous when you
touch yourself.”
Isaac keens and his head arches back. His fingers shake and the phone starts to
slip in his grip. “Need to put you on speaker.” He chokes out. “I can’t, fuck,
can’t hold it.” He says. He blinks blearily at his cell and presses the speaker
button while Chris lets out a groan. Isaac drops the device onto the sheets and
arches, fisting his newly freed hand in the blanket.
“God, Isaac. You sound so good like this.” Chris says appreciatively.
Isaac whines, turning his head toward the sound of the hunter’s voice. His hips
stutter and twitch and his arm trembles, unable to maintain the speed he needs
to get over the edge. He misses Chris’ hand, how steady it is going over him.
Isaac has trouble keeping up the touch when his body is on fire and his
orgasm’s looming. He wants it strong and precise and perfect – the way Chris
does it. He always comes so fast with Chris and it should embarrass him but it
doesn’t, not when Chris calls him ‘beautiful boy’ and kisses the sweaty lining
of Isaac’s neck. But now, Isaac’s orgasm is hindered by desperation and sloppy
technique.
“Love it when you’re this close.” Chris says and Isaac’s whole body tingles.
“You make this noise when I stroke over the head of your cock.”
Isaac’s hand moves up and he rubs his thumb over his slit, just like Chris
does. Isaac’s hips jump away as a deep pull runs through his dick. His head
falls back and he lets out a shocked sob.
“That’s it, Isaac. Just like that.” Chris encourages.
Isaac takes in a ragged inhale to try and steady himself before he does it
again. His cry comes out fragile and vibrating, almost like a noise of pain.
“Fuck.” Chris curses. “Your perineum, you know where that is?” He asks.
Isaac manages to work an ‘uh huh’ out around a whine. He unfurls the fist he
has in the blanket and reaches down, trembling as he finds the skin right
behind his balls. His breath catches and he licks his lips.
“Go on, beautiful boy.” Chris says.
Isaac reaches down, pressing against the flesh. His legs tense and his toes
curl as his back bows. He keens and pants, massaging the sensitive coil of
nerves while he strokes over himself. He runs his thumb along his slit and
practically wails. “Chris.” He gasps. “Chris, oh. Close, so close.” Isaac turns
his head towards his phone, quaking and tensing.
“Gonna come for me, beautiful boy?” Chris groans.
Isaac nods, biting his lip.
“Can’t hear you.” Chris says.
“Yes, Chris. Gonna come – gonna come for you.” Isaac pants, body burning as he
touches himself. His limbs are fighting him, shaking and tensing as pleasure
overrides his ability to move, but he powers through it, keeping at his cock
and balls and the skin just above his ass while the throbbing pressure builds
up nearer and nearer to the breaking point. Chris lets out guttural, gasping
noises and Isaac moves desperately, clinging to the image of Chris
masturbating.
Isaac presses sweaty fingers into his skin, battling the growing shaking and
tension as his dick burns hot. His inhales are fractured and strained and he
arches up, his stomach concave and quivering as his whole body races with
pleasure. “Chris.” Isaac gasps out. His heart roars in his ears and he tenses,
not even breathing as his orgasm takes over. He hears Chris groan as he follows
after, stroking himself to completion on the other side of the line. Isaac
jolts and whimpers, lifting his hand to clutch at the blanket as he climaxes.
It’s an intense thirty seconds that has Isaac falling back against the bed and
panting. He feels like goo, warm and pliant. Aftershocks soar through him,
making him buck and pant. He removes his hand from his cock, letting it rest on
his stomach while he slowly comes down. He feels sweaty and he’s left cum on
the blanket. He’ll have to change the sheets before bed, he thinks distantly.
“Isaac.” Chris says. Isaac’s eyes are closed while he reaches out, grabbing for
his phone.
“’m here.” Isaac mutters. Ordinarily Chris would be stroking soothing fingers
over Isaac’s curls and cheek by now, but the wolf will have to settle for the
man’s voice.
“Hey, baby.” Chris says softly. “How you doing?”
Isaac’s shaky and he has to keep his legs apart so he doesn’t aggravate his
sensitive cock, but he feels - “Good.” Isaac says. “I’m good.”
“How’d it feel?”
“Intense.” Isaac admits. It’s always pretty intense with Chris. Isaac has
strong orgasms to begin with, but somehow Chris just knows where to touch to
drive the wolf absolutely crazy.
“Too much?” Chris asks.
“No. It was perfect.” Isaac says. “You?” He asks quietly.
“Perfect.” Chris replies. “Love you, beautiful boy.”
“Love you too.” Isaac says.
“I wish I was there to hold you.” Chris confesses. “You gonna be alright
tonight?”
Isaac knows Chris is offering to stay on the phone for him. Sometimes Isaac
needs Chris there. He won’t need that now though. “I’m okay.” Isaac says. “You
should go to bed.” He says, not wanting Chris to be sleep deprived and hunting.
“I’m not the one with school tomorrow.” Chris points out, amused.
Isaac frowns. “Fine, I should go to bed.” He corrects.
Chris snorts. “We’ll both go to bed.” He says.
Isaac smiles softly. “Goodnight.”
“Night, Isaac. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
They hang up and Isaac curls to his side, figuring he’ll clean up later. He
curves into Chris’ pillow, inhaling the man’s scent and letting himself relax.
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