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 MM MF humil inc ds

   Sam gets a phone call from Tom at about 1:30 in the morning, when he's
sitting next to Leila on the couch watching Netflix.  Sam shows her the
caller ID, she nods, and when he gets up she pinches his bum.  They both
know what the call is, if it's this late.  And Leila doesn't mind.  She
knows Tom needs more structure in his life, and Sam can give that to him.
She's not threatened.  Even if she hadn't known Tom since meeting Sam years
ago, she knows Sam isn't one to stretch himself too thin emotionally.

   Of course, platonic BDSM was kind of a weird concept at first.  Leila
had always been told that sort of thing had to go with a romantic
relationship, but after overhearing a few phone calls or Skype messages,
she started to understand.  Tom just needs control sometimes.  Leila steals
Sam's pillow and pauses the movie, deciding to browse Tumblr while he's
busy.

   Sam shuts himself in the bathroom and sits on the closed lid of the
toilet seat, leans back against the tank, and answers the call.

   "Hey," Sam says.  "You alright?"

   "Yeah," Tom's voice says.  "I just.  Needed to ask you something." Sam
grins to himself, resting his elbow on the sink next to him.

   "What's that?" Sam asks, even though he knows full well what Tom needs
to ask him.

   "Um," Tom says, and Sam can hear the hesitation.  "Can I, um.  Wank?"

   "Yeah," Sam says, smiling.  "You can.  Stay on the line and ask for
permission to cum."

   "Okay," Tom says.

   Sam can hear Tom rustling in the sheets on his side of the phone,
settling in.  Then it's quiet for a moment.  A long moment.  Sam just
listens.  The line is so quiet he can hardly hear anything aside from a
couple clicks of a bottle cap and a sigh from Tom.  Then slick wet lube
noises.

   "You're doing it, aren't you?" Sam asks.

   "Yeah," Tom says, the word coming out in a breath.  "I'm doing it."

   "You're so good," Sam sighs, and he can practically hear the smile on
the other end of the line, "calling to ask for permission."

   Tom's end of the line is just breathing, not quite panting but it's
labored.  Sam thinks he can hear the slick of lube.  A quiet whimper slips
out.

   "Sam," Tom says.  "I just.  I need-"

   "Hey, it's okay, I'm here," Sam says quickly.  Tom sighs.  "It's okay.
Just keep going.  Let me hear you."

   "Okay," Tom says.  He's breathing hard, but he's also letting himself
vocalize a little now.  "Thank you." His voice is rougher, more turned on.

   "Good boy," Sam says.  "Keep wanking.  Do it for me." Tom groans that
time, the line fuzzing a bit.  He must have the receiver close to his
mouth.

   "Sam," Tom says again, voice needy, "I want, I want-" He can't even get
the words out.

   "You want what?" Sam asks, pushing his hair off his face.  He's hard in
his sweats, free hand resting on his length through the fabric, just to
take the edge off.

   "I want to cum," Tom says, the words hissed through clenched teeth. 
"Please, can I cum?" Sam doesn't answer, just listens to the whimpering on
the other end of the phone.  "Sam, please, can I cum?"

   "Do you, now?" Sam remarks.  Tom keens in frustration.  "What's in it
for me if I let you cum?"

   "What do you want?" Tom asks, and Sam reckons it's a mistake on his part
to leave the question so open ended.  Sam taps his thigh, considering it.

   "Well, I want a blowjob, for starters," Sam says.

   "But I don't see you till Friday for Slam Dunk," Tom says, perhaps a bit
too quickly.  Sam snorts.

   "Then I want one Friday," he says.

   "Where are we gonna go?" Tom whines, still hovering around the edge. 
"The bus will be..."

   "So what," Sam says.  "I guess you'll just have to be quiet.  Make sure
Ali doesn't hear, or Adam.  Or Dan." Tom practically chokes a little.  Sam
knows him well enough to push him just a tick, get in his head.

   "Sam, please," Tom whimpers.

   "Maybe they'll hear what a slut you are," Sam continues, leaning back
against the toilet tank.  "Maybe they'll want a blowjob too."

   "Sam," Tom says urgently.

   "Would you do it?" Sam asks.  "Would you suck off our band for me?  Give
them your mouth, just because I wanted you to?"

   Tom doesn't hesitate, just seems to spit out the first word to come to
mind: "Yes."

   "Yes?" Sam asks, sort of shocked.

   "Yes, Sam," Tom whines.  "If it's what you wanted."

   Sam takes in a deep breath, slowly exhales a low whistle.  "That's
pretty hot," he admits.  "I'd enjoy that show."

   "Can I?" Tom asks, breathless.  "Sam, please, can I-"

   "Suck off your band?" Sam interrupts, ignoring his pleas for permission
to cum.  "Hell, go for it.  Don't let me stop you.  I'll have front row
fucking seats."

   "No, not that-"

   "But you just said," Sam says.  "Besides, now I want you to do it.  Can
you imagine?  I bet Ali's huge, but he'd go slow."

   "Sam, don't-"

   "Adam's a hair puller, I bet," Sam continues.  "He'd show you how he
likes it done.  Take what he wants."

   "Sam, fuck," Tom breathes, and Sam knows the image is immediately in his
mind.  He's probably aching by now.

   "Do you want me to continue?" Sam asks.  "There's still one more member,
babe." His voice is light, teasing, but honest.  He's giving him the
option. He's not sure if Tom will take it, but he puts it out there.  It's
quiet for a long moment.  "Babe?" Sam asks.  "Still with me?"

   "Y-yeah," Tom pants.  "Can I cum?"

   "You can cum but you have to listen to me, okay?" Sam says.

   "Yes, okay," Tom says, keening into the phone line.  Sam keeps talking
in his ear.

   "Good," Sam says.  He bites his lips together.  "You and I both know
when Dan got his turn he wouldn't be gentle.  He'd just grab your hair and
fuck your mouth." Tom whimpers distinctly, breath loud in the receiver. 
"And when he cums he'd make you take it.  Make you swallow it all."

   That must do it for Tom, because Sam hears the line go quiet and then
the long soft moan he always does when he cums.  Sam is aching in his
sweats, his hand heavy resting on his cock.

   "Fuck," Sam sighs.  "I can't wait to hear that in person again."

   "Thank you," Tom gasps out, and then there's rustling on the other end
as he seems to clean himself up.  Sam waits till the line goes quiet other
than Tom's breath, and he smiles weakly.

   "That was great," Sam says.  "How you just went with that."

   "Yeah," Tom says.

   "Go to bed," Sam says.

   "You're not gonna get off?" Tom asks.

   "Nah," Sam says.  "Promised Leila later."

   "Okay," Tom sighs.  "I'm going to sleep."

   "Goodnight," Sam says.  Tom hangs up.

   Sam gathers himself, trying to fix his erection so it's not quite as
obvious in his sweats, and opens the bathroom door to find a very smiley
Leila on the other side.

   "Well done Samuel," she remarks.  "Excellent performance."

   "Oh my god," Sam says pointedly.

   "No, really," Leila says.  "Let's go to bed."

   So they do, and before Sam goes to sleep he grabs his phone and leaves
Tom a text.
   See you friday.  You've got promises to keep.  xx