You haven’t hung up yet." The last two words come as a shudder, Michael’s accent sending sparks down James’s stomach to his groin. He can’t deny that. He could still hang up any time. He pop’s the last button.
"The shirt’s open." He says almost nervously.
There’s a pause. James open’s his mouth, not sure what to say. He’s trying to find words to keep this from ending.
"Is it untucked?" Michael breathes down the phone and James swears he can almost feel it on his neck. "I hope you’re comfortable."
James’s breathing quickens as he realizes he can’t hang up any more. Michael has crossed the line and he didn’t stop him. James crosses the room, lies down on the couch. He untuck’s his shirt, and hesitates again before replying. “Yes. And yes, very.”
"I’m thinking about your tight little body. I’ve seen it, in the costume trailer."
James gulps again. “Yeah?”
"I want to touch it." The voice at the other end purrs, and James bites his lip, letting his own fingers wander across his skin.
"Then touch it," he teases, rubbing circles onto his own skin.
"I’d like that."