“Yeah?” James asks breathlessly. Michael’s not touching him and it’s almost criminal that he can be this turned on just by his words.
“Yeah.”
James is sure Michael’s breathing into his ear or purpose. He lets out a little whine, cock twitching again in his underwear. He can feel Michael’s erection against his leg. It’s almost torture that they’re not touching yet.
“Whenever I get the chance,” Michael continues, nipping at his neck. “If I don’t jerk myself for you before I get on set I can’t handle being so close to you. I’ve snuck into the bathrooms before…”
“Fuck,” James mutters, and he can’t take it. He pushes his boxers down, taking himself in his hand. Michael watches him, eyes heavily lidded with lust. “Don’t stop talking,”
Michael smirks slightly, rubbing himself on James’ thigh gently. He rocks softly against him, lips sucking on James’ neck. James moans loudly, jerking himself to the rhythm of Michael’s hips.
“I’m not quiet,” Michael admits, running his tongue over the mark he’s left on James’ neck. “I moan like it’s you touching me, and I cry your name when I come. There’s no hiding it from myself. I can’t get enough of you, can’t get close enough to you…” He breathes gently, gasping as he rocks his hips a little faster. James strokes himself in long, slow strokes, running his thumb over the end of his cock. He’s not jerked himself off in front of anyone since he was a teenager. “Anytime I’m not inside you I’m not close enough.”