Chapter 24: Late night "call"

Third POV

It was late at night. For once, the usual chaos of night partying and loud music was not there. The house was completely quiet, wrapped in a rare and peaceful silence. In his bedroom, preparing to sleep, was Marco. He was standing near the foot of his bed, drying off his damp hair with a soft towel after taking a shower. On his body were just some simple grey sweatpants, and on top, well, as you could easily guess, he was shirtless.

Marco was the perfect example of a man blessed with unmatched good looks and a hot, sexy body. A clear five-pack was pretty visible, carved neatly into his flat abdomen. He was neither too thin nor too large, possessing just the perfect body size and proportions in every single way. He tossed the damp towel onto a chair in the corner of his room and ran his fingers through his wet strands one last time.

Just as he sat down on the side of the bed about to climb in, his phone tinged with a sudden notification sound from the nightstand. Marco paused for a brief moment, asking himself who was about to disturb his perfect sober night when all he wanted was to sleep. He leaned over, picked up the phone, and once he saw the name, Sexy Fabio, his lips rose up into a smile. His eyes glinted with mischief, and he climbed onto the bed, folding his legs neatly beneath him before opening the app to read the message.

Actually, it was not just a simple text message. There was an attached photo of Fabio. It seemed he was inside a bathtub in his villa, completely naked. The photo showed his bare thighs and bare chest clearly, with soft white water foam clinging to his sun-kissed skin. Then below the picture, a bold text was written: "Bet you’ve never seen anything better than this."

Marco chuckled softly to himself, shaking his head at Fabio’s boundless confidence, and he started typing back: "You sure about that?"

Seconds later, a quick reply came back from Fabio: "Hundred percent." ℴ

Marco, still smiling playfully at his phone screen, turned on his front camera and took a pick of his upper body right there in the dim bedroom light. He deliberately pulled his sweatpants a little lower to showcase his sharp v-line, then sent it off to Fabio with a text attached: "Here’s proof."

A reply came almost instantly from Fabio on the other end: "Not good enough."

Marco laughed and replied without a second of hesitation: "You are just jealous."

A few seconds passed by without any further reply from Fabio. The chat room stayed quiet, and Marco naturally thought the man might have been done. So, Marco set the phone back onto his nightstand, slid down into the bed, and tucked himself comfortably under the soft sheets, ready to sleep. But just as he closed his eyes, his phone rang loudly with an incoming voice call.

He quickly reached out and picked it up again, and when he saw the name lighting up the screen once more, he cleared his throat properly, pushed his dark hair back with one hand, before answering the call.

Marco instantly spoke up first, saying into the receiver with an amused smirk, "Did you call just to affirm your body is hotter than mine?"

Fabio on the other side chuckled lightly through the phone speaker and told Marco, "Shut up."

Marco laughed too, a soft, low sound. For a second, a thick silence took over between them, each of them almost as if lacking words to say. Only their low, steady breaths could be heard echoing clearly through the line, along with the faint, gentle splash of water whenever Fabio shifted slightly.

Then, Fabio broke the quiet and said to Marco in a hushed, almost secret tone, "I am taking a bath."

Marco gulped, his throat suddenly feeling dry as his eyes pictured that familiar bathtub he knew so well in Fabio’s villa. It was like he could actually see Fabio sitting there right now, inside the warm water, completely naked, his long thighs exposed to the dim lighting of his bathroom. Marco shut his eyes tight and placed his free hand directly over his cock that was already twitching under the thin fabric of his sweatpants.

Then, Marco spoke up and asked in a quiet voice, "No company?"

Fabio replied after a second of heavy silence too, saying quietly into the microphone, "No."

Fabio’s voice was a soft whisper, and right at the end of it, Marco caught a low, shaky gasp. It was a gasp so familiar to him that it made Marco’s dick harden even more against his hand, pulsing with needy warmth.

"You aren’t jerking off my voice, are you?" Marco asked, his tone dropping into a deeper, raspy pitch.

As if to answer his question directly, Fabio made a deep, helpless groan into the phone.

Marco completely shuddered at the sound. His breath fastened, growing rapid and ragged in his throat. Before he even knew what he was doing or could stop himself, he told Fabio, "Turn on your camera."

And the simple voice call now became a live video call.

Marco held his phone steady and looked at the screen, seeing Fabio clearly. He was sitting inside the bathtub, his legs folded up and parted wide under the water. Fabio was holding the phone with one hand, and with the other hand, it was under the surface of the water, Fabio stroking himself slowly.

Then Fabio’s voice came through the speaker as he looked directly at Marco through the camera lens with hazy, dark eyes that could literally write meanings and speak volumes without a single spoken word. He said softly, "I want you."

Marco’s expression was nothing calm now. His eyes were dark, almost bloodshot with heavy arousal, his fingers twitching restlessly against the bedsheets, and Fabio’s soft, continuous moans were not making it any better for him. So, Marco reached down for his sweatpants waistband and dipped his hand inside, wrapping his warm fingers around himself.

He was full, so hard that he almost spilled with that single initial touch against his skin. Marco let out a heavy groan, throwing his head back, and on the other side of the video call screen, so did Fabio.

Faster, harder, they stroked themselves in rhythm. Fabio on the other side panted softly, his skin slick with bathwater, and said, "Please, faster."

It was more like all Fabio had in mind was that Marco was the one right there in the bathroom touching him, stroking him in the tub.

Marco replied, his voice deep, rough, and unsteady, "You are so crazy. But I fucking love it."

Fabio’s breath became completely ragged at the sound of Marco’s low voiceas if he was whispering in his ear.

Fabio hastily said, "I’m close, don’t stop."

Marco also hastened his pace, his hips twitching slightly off the mattress as he felt himself also nearing the sweet peak of pleasure. "Come for me, baby."

And with one final, firm stroke, Fabio released his hot warmth, and soon after, Marco followed right behind him with a sharp, breathy cry, tainting his stomach with his cum. The sound of their voices blending together was like a sweet aphrodisiac drug, something they could not get enough of- an intense high they were completely unwilling to let go of easily.

Once the two finally calmed down and their ragged breathing evened out into soft air, Marco was the one who spoke up first, saying with a small breathless laugh, "I just took a shower. Now I need another one."

Fabio was smiling lazily on the screen, resting his head back against the edge of the tub, and replied, "I’m glad to be of service."

Then he winked playfully at Marco through the lens and ended the call, leaving the screen black.

Marco sighed softly, throwing his head back against his pillow, but the broad smile on his face did not fade for even a second. In fact, as he dived deeper into thoughts of Fabio- recalling how alluring the man was when he moaned and called out Marco’s name in that breathless voice- Marco could not help but chuckle quietly, biting down on his lower lip.

He forced himself up from the bed, cleaned himself off, and as he headed out of the room toward the bathroom to wash up for the second time that night, he commented softly to himself, "I’m so fucked up."

***

The following morning arrived bright and early. Marco was sitting at the kitchen counter, having a quiet breakfast consisting of a glass of warm milk and a freshly prepared sandwich.

Just then, a half-asleep Elia came out of his bedroom yawning widely, dragging his feet across the floor. He walked over to the kitchen table, leaned against the counter, and asked Marco in a raspy voice, "Where is my share?"

Marco sized Elia up and down with a slow, amused look, noticing his messy bedhead hair, before he replied and told him simply, "Brush your teeth first."

Elia grunted in loud frustration and still sat down. He glared across at Marco while the man calmly continued having his breakfast without paying him any mind.

Elia sneered and, with an annoyed humph, stood up to head back toward his bedroom.

But before he was far away down the hallway, he suddenly turned around on his heel and said to Marco with a suspicious look, "Last night I heard some noise coming from your room. Were you watching porn?"

Marco choked on his food instantly, coughing violently as he tried to swallow. He quickly grabbed his glass of milk to wash it down and shot a harsh, defensive glare directly at Elia, replying loudly, "Go wash your stinking mouth!"

Elia frowned and looked even more suspiciously at Marco, narrowing his eyes as he said, "I’m pretty sure I heard it. Or was I dreaming?"

Marco paid no further attention to him whatsoever, turning his back completely to focus on his glass of milk. This reaction made Elia finally give up and leave for the bathroom, though he was still stuck in deep confusion as to whether he was actually dreaming or if he had heard something real.

If only he knew.