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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Bandom, The_Academy_Is...
  Relationship:
      Mike_Carden/anonymous_OMC, unrequited_Mike_Carden/Tom_Conrad
  Character:
      Mike_Carden, OMC
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_High_School, Alternate_Universe_-_BDSM, Phone_Sex
  Series:
      Part 38 of Slantverse
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-02-15 Words: 1175
****** Not Just Any Voice ******
by Gala_and_Elle, gala_apples
Summary
     Mike can only hold out so long before he lets himself react to what
     happened at Gabe's birthday party.
Just because Tom would make the perfect submissive doesn’t mean Mike has the
right to make forced submission jerking off fodder. Of course, every time he
touches his dick that’s what he thinks of. Those few minutes at Gabe’s party
were amazing, before he spoke and Tom took offense. If he could trap himself in
that moment and relive it for the rest of his life, like his very being was on
rewind and fast forward, he would. It’s impossible to think of anything else
except Tom’s tongue on his chest every time he goes to get himself off.
For five days Mike nobly refrains from masturbating. His boxers stay up, his
hand stays by his hip, and he waits for his erection to subside in the morning
when he has to piss instead of using the swifter method. Then his moral
standard slips back to its normal placement. He held out a business week, and
that’s something to be proud of, but it’s not sustainable. He can’t just not
jerk off forever. He’s a human being, with human needs.
So he drops out of the moral high-ground and invokes his old way of life;
fantasy. Taking advantage of someone is nearly criminal. It’s reprehensible
even if police don’t get involved. Imagining someone doing what you wish they
would is fine, at least by his standard.
The best way he’s got of placing himself backing the realm of fantasy is the
hotline. Mike’s not much for clubs, but he’s got a few sub lines he likes to
call. His favourite is local, so there’s no long distance fee, only the monthly
membership. You can choose to pay by minute, but for as often as he calls the
membership fee works out to a better deal. Raised by a single parent, he’s
learned how to spot deals.
On 1800-KNEELIN there are fifteen extensions. On the website there are photos
of kneeling men of different sizes, colours, and ages. Mike’s only checked it
once, and he hasn’t bothered to keep the image fixed in his head. Chances are
the photos are models hired to pose, not really the voices. Even if they are
the same people he doesn’t care what any of them look like as long as they
sound right. Extensions 7, 13, and in a pinch 2 have the right voice.
He kicks off his jeans before he falls on his back on the bed. He keeps his
boxers on though, in case he’s on hold for a while. He’s not always put on
hold, and usually it’s only a minute or two. Mike doesn’t mind when he does
have to wait for the extension he wants. He’s not paying by the minute, so it
doesn’t cost him. He hasn’t really looked at the fine print, but it’s possible
waiting for an extension to be available doesn’t cost anyone. Anyway, it’s
karmic. Not getting upset that another is taking so long means he won’t be
rushed. The last thing he’d want is to be three seconds from coming and get
interrupted.
Mike presses the numbers slowly, deliberately. It’s as much foreplay as rubbing
the end of a flogger over unblemished skin. With each ring he presses the palm
of his hand a little harder against his cock. There’s no question, the
anticipation is arousing. Tom would use his enjoyment of waiting as a point to
being submissive. Mike doesn’t see it that way. He knows what he is, and a sub
is not one of those things.
“Hi. It’s Mike.” He says it like he expects the person to remember him.
Realistically, there’s no telling how many people use extension 7 over the
course of a day. But the man on the other side always replies like he
remembers.
“Hello again.” His voice is pleasant, deep, and almost, almost Tom’s.
“I’m so horny.” Mike’s hand is already pushing past elastic. He’s past
anticipation already, onto experience. He needs this return to fantasy, he
can’t handle trying to ignore a warped reality any longer. The stranger on the
other side of his cell phone can provide that for him.
“I want to touch you all over.”
“No,” he replies critically. The words put him right back to Friday. It’s
breaking his fourth wall.
Luckily the sub takes it well. He should. It’s not up to a sub to decide
things. “What do you want me to do?”
“Tell me how much you want to suck my dick.” That’s certainly fair to
fantasize. It’s never happened in real life, or even come close. Tom’s never
burst into a sonnet about sucking his dick.
“Mike, please. I need it in my mouth. I need to suck on you. I’d crawl across
the house to get to you. Kneel for hours, until my knees were numb, until you
gave me permission to undo your pants.”
“Yeah,” he sighs.
“I want to gag on you, because you’re so big and you fill my mouth. There’s so
much of you, I’d just keep drooling, jaw far down to take as much as I could.
As much as you’d let me. Would you want to deep throat me? I’d take it all for
you. My spit would well, around you. And if I was lucky enough to turn you on
with my need for you, your pre-come would start budding at the head of your
huge cock.”
It’s a battle, trying to decide when to put it on speakerphone. Mike’s cell is
kind of shit with that function, he originally bought the phone for how cheap
it’s package was. The entire point of phonesex is to be able to hear every inch
of submission. But if he puts the conversation on speaker he can put down the
phone. That doubles the hands available to him and the possibilities skyrocket.
Hands are the vast majority of the point of masturbating.
“You’d finally tell me it was okay to move. You’d give me permission to be more
than just a warm wet hole to put your cock. I’ll open up around you, use my
tongue against the soft steel of your cock the way you taught me to.”
“God,” he moans. It’s been too long since he’s listened to a sub tell him what
he’d do.
“I’ll suck, open my throat for you. You wouldn’t allow anything else, that’s
how you want me so that’s what I do. You feel so fucking good in me, taste so
sweet, like nothing else. And when you’re close to coming, you tell me so-”
“I’m close,” he manages to groan. It’s early, but his fist is flying on his
dick and with his eyes closed Tom looks great on his knees, dutiful eyes gazing
up at him.
“So I can prepare myself like you’ve directed me in the past. I’ll swallow as
best as I can, and let the rest of your come fall down the sides of my mouth
until my chin’s wet, for you.”
And really, how can he not come at that mental image?
 

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