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He’s been on Oa for the better part of four and a half days now, and Guy misses his boyfriend. It sounds high-schoolish, but it’s the fucking truth.
There’s been a significant multidimensional crisis that the Lantern Corps wanted some extra hands on deck for, so Guy’s been out here for the better part of a week whacking hostile aliens with giant construct baseball bats while daydreaming about what he’ll do as soon as he gets back home. He does his duty as a Lantern here, but he’d frankly rather do his duty on Earth, spending his time fighting alongside someone special and then taking him out to dinner and to bed.
The majority of the fighting has cooled - they’re just about wrapped up, it shouldn’t be more than a day or two for everything to get back to normal. The Corps’ got someone else out front managing the whole situation, which means that Guy’s been effectively left to his own devices for the day. He’s been itching to jump back in the fray, to do something to keep himself from going crazy due to boredom. Whether it’s a fight or a fuck, he’s got to relive his stress somehow.
Guy’s sitting in a cushioned chair in his regular digs, bouncing his leg and trying to contain the itch to work through his adrenaline via violence, when he gets an idea. He’s got wi-fi up here, after all - why doesn’t he check in with Michael? They’ve been texting back and forth, occasional messages to make sure Guy’s not dead and that Michael hasn’t been working himself to death. But things haven’t gotten sexy, not even once, and Guy’s pent up. Five days of being too tired to indulge, and now that the worst is over, his libido’s come roaring back.
He decides to send Mike a quick message, just to see if he’s feeling it too.
>>CHATLOG: G. GARDNER TO M. HOLT, LORDTECH SECURE PRIVATE LINE<<
GG: hey
GG: u up?
MH: AUTOMATED MESSAGE: I’m away from my phone right now. If this is an urgent matter, please type “emergency” in your message, and I will get back to you as soon as possible.
Guy leans back in his chair. He really, really hates that stupid automated message. Six and a half solid months of fully committed loving, and Mike still hits him with the damn do-not-disturb memo. Hell, if there’s anyone who should be exempt from it, it’s him. Whatever - he can be tactful about it, get Michael's attention without revealing his intentions just yet.
GG: terrific
GG: princess
GG: EMERGENCY!!!!!!!
He doesn’t hear anything back for a few minutes, and he starts to worry that maybe Michael’s pissed off at him. It’s a perpetual occurrence in their relationship, but never anything really serious. Abusing the force notification setting is something that drives Michael nuts (in the bad way) so Guy supposes that maybe he deserves it. He’s just about to put his phone away and get friendly with his right hand and his favorite memories of Michael when his phone buzzes.
MH: In the middle of something. I can’t talk right now.
Okay. Guy can work with this. Michael doesn’t sound upset, just focused. If Guy plays this right, he’ll have more than just his mind’s suggestion to get off to.
GG: that’s a shame
GG: because i got a present for you ;) if you know what i mean
MH: It’s a dick pic, isn’t it?
Guy huffs, frustrated. Michael’s read him like a damn book, but it’s not like this is unreasonable, really. They’re in a committed relationship, they’re apart currently, and they’ve both got healthy sex drives and a fantastic sex life. Asking for some over-text action is perfectly acceptable.
GG: no
MH: liar.
Clocked again. Guy is nothing if not persistent, though. He regroups and tries a different angle.
GG: i’m just missing you tbh
MH: tbh? Is Kendra teaching you texting slang again?
GG: wdym??? I’ve always been hip, beautiful
MH: No one says hip anymore.
GG: :(
MH: I’ve got to get back to work. Goodbye.
GG: what r u wearing
MH: Clothes. Layers and layers of clothes.
Michael keeps fielding every shot he takes with that casual tone that makes Guy fucking feral. Guy feels like crawling up a wall. Or smashing his head into one. A little wounded at the apparent disinterest, he takes another swing. If Mike wants him to leave him alone, he’ll say as much - he always does.
GG: damn they’d look better on our bedroom floor hot stuff
MH: ??
GG: im so hard rn
MH: That’s nice.
GG: are u?
MH: Not anymore.
Guy’s hand flies down at the speed of light to cup himself through his pants. Even just the implication of Michael being hot and bothered is not helping matters. Not anymore? He needs to bite something.
GG: what
GG: what do u mean not anymore???? fuuuuuck
GG: were u touching urself before i texted
MH: Maybe.
GG: omg ure into this arent u
MH: Maybe.
GG: i think im having a heart attack. u are so fucking sexy babe
GG: can u pop a tit for me??
MH: And you ruined it. Bye.
Frantically, Guy scrambles to get both hands back on the phone to type a desperate response. Michael can’t leave him high and dry, not like this. He knows he’s going to sound like a pathetic mess, and he, quite frankly, doesn’t care anymore.
GG: beautiful please please i’ll be good i promise
GG: please please please im so hard right now it hurts
GG: i cant go save the universe with blue balls mike this is ur civic duty
MH: Say please again.
Oh. Michael wants to play it that way. Guy reaches down again and squeezes his cock tight, wishing he could see Michael’s beautiful face. He’ll fucking beg for this - for anything Mike wants to give him.
GG: please please please please please please please
MH: Let me see you first. I’ll make a decision from there.
Guy scrambles to unzip his fly, whipping his cock out as fast as he can. He strokes himself a few times, runs his thumb under the head before pushing his shirt up and letting his cock fall against his soft belly. He knows Michael appreciates this particular view. He takes a few seconds to get a decent angle, takes the picture and sends it, one hand finding its way back to his dick as he waits for Michael’s response.
GG: pretty convincing huh
MH: Maybe.
GG: sweetheart ur killing me here
MH: Touch yourself then. I’m not stopping you.
GG: u wanna watch??
MH: Like I said before, I’m working.
Guy rolls his eyes, but keeps working his cock in a steady rhythm. Michael definitely wasn’t working, if his thinly-veiled admissions earlier are any indication. He knows Michael’s just as worked up about this as he is, but he always manages to hide it better.
GG: cmon baby
GG: give it up gorgeous. u want me bad
GG: come sit on my dick n take a good hard ride
GG: u always feel so much better afterwards
MH: What happened to saying please?
GG: please come sit on my dick!!!!
MH: You’re right, actually.
MH: About the feeling better part. You’re great stress relief.
Guy’s grinning like a lunatic. He feels himself get impossibly harder, and has to steady his strokes to keep himself from spilling too soon. They’re not nearly done yet. What Michael says next, though, makes everything significantly more difficult.
MH: I’ve used the big toy three times since you left.
That- that confession causes Guy to physically fold over. He lets go of his cock in favor of gripping his knees, toes curling as he fights to not blow his load right then and there. MIke’s got him down so bad it’s not even fair. But he can picture it easily, because Mike likes giving him dinner and a show sometimes: fucking himself with the girthiest piece of platinum-cured silicone in their collection while Guy watches. Look at that, Guy teases, that’s as big as me, huh?
And Michael just tosses his head, bites his lip to muffle his noises, snarks back breathlessly every time: Shut up and watch me work.
GG: mike
GG: ure killing me here
GG: i need to fuck u so bad its not even funny
MH: It feels nice, and I’ve gotten a few decent orgasms out of it, but I’ll admit I miss you.
GG: tell me tell me what you miss please tell me
MH: Hm. Are you using your hands now?
GG: yes, feels good but urs are better
MH: I know. Are you getting close yet?
GG: baby ive been close since u started talking to me
GG: but ill wait until u want the money shot
MH: Good.
GG: what do u miss about me
MH: I miss your presence the most, I think. You like to take up a lot of space everywhere you are. In our bed, especially. I have a thing for it.
GG: a size kink??
MH: If you want to phrase it that way, sure.
If there’s one thing Guy knows about Michael, it’s that he loves feeling overpowered in bed. Anywhere else, he’s a live wire, but when it’s the two of them alone, he goes so easily. It makes Guy crazy, and it’s making him crazy now too.
GG: fuck fuck fuck i love it when i lay on top of u and cover your whole body with mine, i love it when we rub dicks and i can see u staring at how big mine is
GG: i love making u feel how much stronger i am
GG: i could just pin u down and have my way with u and u would love it
MH: Keep going. I’m listening.
GG: we should put a mirror on our ceiling so u can watch
MH: I’m not opposed to that, actually.
Guy feels a little faint. He’s not entirely sure he’s not dreaming, actually. A few drops of pre slide down his shaft, and he groans at the sensation of his cock dripping into his fist. He’s so desperate for Michael that he’s literally getting wet.
GG: im getting so wet for u
MH: You must really miss me, huh?
GG: baby u have no idea how bad i want it
MH: Let me see, then.
That’s Guy’s cue. He sits up, adjusts the angle a little so his cock rests in a favorable way, and takes the photo.
GG: [1 Attachment] look at what u do to me
MH: All that for me?
GG: all for u sweetheart always for u
MH: All mine, huh?
GG: all urs
MH: I miss your hands. I miss the way you finger me open and get me ready for you. I miss the way you grip my waist when you’re giving it to me from behind. I miss watching you jerk yourself off while I fuck you.
GG: im aching for u rn
GG: id do anything to have u here and fuck u good
MH: Oh yeah?
MH: [1 attachment]
It’s a miracle that Guy doesn’t come right then and there, because Michael’s apparently decided to bless his eyes with a picture. And holy fuck, holy fuck, he’s still in his lab, pants shoved down to mid-thigh, form-fitting Justice Gang shirt rucked up just past his pecs. He holds the fabric up with his teeth, black lipstick smeared like he’s been biting his lips. His gorgeous cut abs are on full display, that perfect v-line framing his hard cock. He’s got a lazy hand curled around the base, propping the shaft up like he’s angling to put it in Guy’s mouth. Judging by the sweat beading on his skin, he’s pretty worked up.
Looking at him is like looking at a damn work of fine art. Guy wants nothing more than to stare at him every day for the rest of time. When he gets back, he plans to spend hours laying Michael out, kissing every inch of him, worshipping that beautiful man relentlessly. He’s going to make him shiver and moan and come over and over until he’s wrung completely dry and gripping onto Guy for dear life.
For now, though, he’s too incoherent to say any of this. The heat in the pit of his stomach has started to hurt a little - he’s more pent up than he’s realized.
GG: im gonna come so fucking hard
GG: that body of urs is absurd
MH: Hurry home, and you can touch it.
GG: mike im gonna come tell me i can come please please
MH: Are you going to be good and let me work after this?
GG: yes i wont even bother u
MH: Hm.
GG: it fucking hurts i need to come please ive been holding back please let me come
MH: You can come, but take a video for me.
Guy needs no further encouragement. Jerking himself frantically, he opens the camera app with a shaky hand and starts filming. He tries to hold the phone steady and only halfway succeeds, resting part of it on his chest while he grunts and tenses and finally, finally comes like a damn fountain.
All he can do is keep stroking himself through it, vision tunneling as he shoots spurt after spurt of come, a near-week’s worth of sexual tension relieved all at once. When he’s finished, he manages to hit send before going completely limp in his chair.
GG: [1 video attachment]
MH: Damn
MH: I’m right there with you
GG: let me see u come let me see u shoot all over those perfect abs
GG: ill lick it all up when ur done i promise
GG: fuck princess u always taste so fucking good
GG: give it to me babe
MH: [1 video attachment]
Still panting, Guy clicks on the video. His heart is pounding a million miles a minute, and what Michael’s sent him certainly doesn’t help matters.
The phone’s clearly been propped up on something, but Guy can see that it’s from the perspective of the lab table. Michael’s still got that skin-tight shirt rucked up with his teeth, jacking himself with quick strokes over the head of his cock. His chest heaves with exertion, choked-off grunts escaping his throat as he works himself.
He brings his free hand up to palm at his tits, running slender fingers across his nipples, teasing them with his fingernail to mimic the way Guy touches him. He’s not making very much noise, but he doesn’t have to - Guy can tell just how good he feels through the tightening of his thighs, the heavy exhales of breath, the way his hips hitch up into the tight heat of his hand. And hell, the fact that he’s clearly put aside whatever important shit he’s working on because Guy got him so riled up is hotter than any sound he could be making.
Michael abruptly slows his movements, lets out a low keen, something that resembles, “Guy”, and comes. His back arches like a pornstar’s, lean muscle tensing all at once as he groans softly through his orgasm. He keeps his hand going, spending himself completely, squeezing up the shaft a few times to ensure he’s done.
All Guy can do is start at the screen, entranced, jaw hanging open like an idiot as Michael huffs out a long sigh of gratification and lets his softening cock slip from his grip. He ducks his head, taking a moment to glance down his body at the mess he’s made. He’s got come dripping down the divots of his abs, pooling on the lab table, a few wayward drops having hit his pecs. Guy wishes so badly that he could clean him up. Primarily with his tongue. Scratch that, only with his tongue.
Michael laughs, and the rumble of it, even over the video, sends a jolt of longing through Guy. It’s not just the sex he’s missing, of course - he misses his boyfriend. He misses making him laugh and waking up next to him and playing overly-aggressive footsie under the table. The rest of the Corps can take care of this mess, because Guy’s outta here and home to Michael as soon as possible. Chest suddenly aching, he sends a message back.
GG: u are so so so smoking hot
GG: cant believe ur mine
GG: cant wait to hold you again
GG: can i save the video for the spank bank
MH: I miss you too. Come home soon. Kendra’s had Kara over three nights in a row, and it’s getting ridiculous.
GG: guess we have to fuck louder than them to assert dominance
GG: and u didnt answer my question
MH: Ew.
Guy can literally feel Michael’s grimace through the screen, knows exactly the disgruntled expression he’s most likely making right now.
MH: Yes, you can save the video. No, we will not be asserting dominance. Kendra’s been respectful, actually.
GG: :(
MH: Don’t use the sad face emoticon on me.
GG: :(
MH: I’ve got to get back to work. I’ll see you when you’re planetside again.
GG: k bye love u my brilliant ray of sunshine
Guy turns his phone off and puts it back on his desk, reaching for the box of tissues to clean himself up. The come’s drying out now, rendering his skin uncomfortably tacky, and he’s halfway through wiping himself clean when the notification pops up, bright on the display like a beam straight to Guy’s heart:
MH: I love you too. Text me when you’re on your way back.