hexaflexagons | [psl] Church/Tex Relationship Healing

While separating got easier each time, this time was complicated by everything that happened beforehand. As much as he'd tried, he hadn't been able to fully shake the residual stress from the fight. He really really wanted to believe that this time would be different. That she finally had gotten it.

So, he was doing whatever he could to keep busy and not give himself too much time to dwell on the 'what ifs'. At this point it was out of his hands and he didn't gain anything by being paranoid and jealous. They both deserved better than that, but especially her.

The beeping of the incoming message sounds just as he's getting ready to head out the door. He had planned to swing by and grab a coffee that didn't taste like ass on his way to work, so he's tempted to ignore it. But then, he doesn't exactly get many calls from random strangers. Church rolls his eyes with a sigh and goes to take the call and tell them to call back at a better time.

"Look, I don't have a lot of... Allison? Hi!"

His face goes from vaguely annoyed to surprised to happy over a few seconds. The idea that she'd call him this early totally didn't occur to him. It just doesn't happen.

"Is everything okay?"

Not that he wanted to jump to something being wrong, but yeah. She never calls this soon.

She has to roll her eyes when she hears his tone when he first gets on the line. Why hadn't he assumed it was her in just this kind of situation? she wonders. But then again, maybe he'd truly never considered that she was as free with her body as she really has been. But it was an open secret between them—of course she was not as committed before this as he had been. He knew that much.

At his question, she lets out a little scoff.

"Of course it's okay," she says. "I'm just...doing what I said I would. You know."

"Oh." It takes a second for it to click. Because no, it isn't the fist thing that pops into his head. "Oh. Okay."

Of course he knows she enjoys sex... like, a lot. Obviously, he's totally cool with that. And yeah, he knows she's not exactly faithful and obviously, he's far less cool with that. But yeah, he tries not to think about the frequency.

"Soo... how can I help?" A faint smirk pulls at one corner of his mouth. They hadn't actually planned things out that far. That might have been an oversight on his part.

"If you mean that, there's only about one way, from here, isn't there?"

Something they haven't really done before. She hasn't called for that purpose before. She always just finds a friend-with-benefits to shag. She reaches down and fidgets, pulling threads on the blanket.

"And if you don't mean it I guess I don't know why else you asked me to call."

"No...yeah. I mean it. Of course I mean it."

He catches himself before he says something bitchy and defensive. She's keeping her word and that means so much more to him.

"It's just that we've never done this before."

Or ever for him. But he really wants to find a way for this to work for them.

"It was your idea."

But she moves up on the bed, against her pillow.

"I'm going to take off my pants, one sec."

"Calling, yeah."

He didn't have any specific plans beyond that. He's definitely not going to complain.

"I'm happy with whatever will help most."

Who needs coffee...

"Well, good."

She pauses, settling into bed again after getting her pants off.

"You going to jack off with me?"

"Well..." He casts a quick glance at the clock and grins.

"I guess it's either that, or suffer through my shift with a serious case of blue balls."

Which would suck. Not that he's quite feeling it yet, as he stands to undo his pants. But watching her is going to change that quickly enough.

She smirks. "Good thinking."

She's not touching herself yet, just running her hands over her own breasts and pinching at the nipples. But she's pretty raring to go already. This phone call wouldn't have happened otherwise.

His smile turns wry. "I love it when you recognize my genius."

He sits once he has himself freed and openly admires the sight of her. Damn... It's going to be six months before he can touch her the way she's touching herself.

"You are so damn beautiful."

She smirks.

"Even over video, huh."

For her part, Tex is admiring the sight of him touching himself. She loves dicks, and she's fortunate enough that he has a nice one.

"Hell yeah, even over video."

The way she looks at him definitely has him rising to the occasion. He's letting his fingers brush along his length rather than stroking himself outright.

"When you get back, I'm so giving you that 40 minutes."

"You'd better," she says.

She's breathing a bit differently now as she watches him, and she dips a hand toward her mound.

"How are you going to spend it?"

"I'm going to lay you down and eat you out until you squirm."

His eyes drift from her face to the way her breasts move with that change of breathing, then follow downwards.

"Feeling the way your thigh muscles tighten and quiver right before you cum..." He hums. Honestly, it makes him like a fucking boss.

"Mm," she says admiringly. She's watching him firm up, knowing that thinking about eating her out is making him get hard. "You're good at that, too, you know. I wouldn't settle for any fewer than, mm...three orgasms before we switched places."

"Selfish." He tries to sound chiding, but he's teasing. Getting her to the point she needs more of him is worth all the effort.

"You know it," she says, still smirking. "You know what's the best part is knowing how much you want it by the time I get around to putting my mouth on you."

Her hand is working circles around her clit by now, and her hips shift a little and she lets out a wanting hum.

"And you know how much I like putting my mouth on you."

"God it feels so good." He makes a soft needy groan in the back of his throat at the memory. She gets him so worked up sometimes it's almost cruel. Or it would be if he didn't actually enjoy it.

He holds himself in earnest now, moving slowly from base to tip.

"And when you do that thing with your tongue."

"I like holding your hips down and doing that." She's eager now, moving her fingers to dip into herself now and then. "It's no secret how much you like it."

"So damn hard not to buck." He does try but it's like rational thought goes right out the window. Eventually he's lucky to just form understandable words. Millions of years of evolution laid low by a blow job.

His breathing picks up as he watches her and matches her pace, running his thumb over the tip as she slides into herself.

"Good thing you know better," she says. If he bucked into her mouth she'd be out.

She continues moving her hands, pinching at her nipples and rubbing her clit. Her eyes close briefly and she hums again; she's getting close to climaxing.

"I'm thinking about you coming in my mouth," she says. "That's what you want, right?"

"I-If you...yeah."
Shit, it's hard to talk and do this at the same time.

Honestly before her, the idea of actually cumming in someone's mouth was just one of those porno things. Not so much now, but that first time especially felt almost awkward. Because as much as he loves going down on her, expecting the same for himself...

"I want to feel you cum around me more. And watching you hit that peak... ungh." He gives a breathy grunt.

She starts to speak, but the way he's talking, and the way he's touching himself, brings her to climax. She starts to moan, closing her eyes.

Watching her like this while knowing there's no way he can touch her is so much hotter than he'd expected it to be.

The look on her face and the moaning... "Ngh...fuck."

He wants to hold back and enjoy the moment but the problem is that he's enjoying the moment. So he has to literally hold himself back, interrupting his own orgasm.

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