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It was late. It was late, and Tango was tired. He had his notebook open to his plans for Decked Out 3, but whenever he looked at it, he felt sick. He needed a break.
He scoffed at himself. “A break from a break. That’s rich.”
He sighed and pulled up Discord, scanning through his friends who were online. He noticed a green dot next to Jimmy’s name and smiled to himself. A distraction with his Rancher Buddy? Yes please!
TANGO
Poke
Jimmy aka. HIMMY
Heeeey!
TANGO
Hey yourself! What are you doing awake at… what? 2 am???
Jimmy aka. HIMMY
Yeah I can’t sleep. Still haven’t adjusted to the time zones
TANGO
I get that. Well I’m here to yap at you until you get tired if you want?
Jimmy aka. HIMMY
That’s perfect!
TANGO
:)
They chatted for a while about what they missed from Twitchcon, their favorite memories. What they wish they could have also done. After about an hour, Jimmy asked if they could switch to voice chat since his eyes were getting blurry.
Tango answered as soon as the call popped up. “Hey, you. Ya know, if you are that tired, maybe you should go to sleep.”
Jimmy’s voice was strained, obviously fighting to stay awake. “I don’t want to. I miss everyone.” He paused and sighed. “I miss you.”
“Awe. I miss you too, buddy.”
Silence.
Jimmy sighed again, and it sounded like he was talking behind his hands. “I mean… I REALLY miss you.” His voice was clear again. “We didn’t get to hang out enough. Just us.”
Tango smiled to himself. “Yeah. It would have been nice. I like spending time with you.”
“Tango? Can we…” Tango could tell he was hesitant to speak. “Can we turn on our cams?”
“Sure!”
Tango switched his camera on and started adjusting his lighting and angles. When he focused on the screen again, Jimmy was looking back at him. His eyes were heavy, and he was leaning on one hand. It was adorable.
Tango chuckled. “Hey, sleepy.”
“Hi.” Jimmy slowly blinked. “Gosh, you are handsome.”
Tango sat back. “Oh! Well… uh. Thanks? You are nice to look at, too.”
Jimmy smiled, and Tango’s stomach swooped. Jimmy was REALLY nice to look at, but he wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to say how much. Calling him handsome? Sure. Admitting that he imagined that his wife was Jimmy during sex sometimes… not so much.
“I mean it.” Jimmy sat up and looked more alert. “You are just… really good looking.” He looked at the camera through his lashes. “Sexy even.” After a few seconds, he covered his face with his hands and shook his head. “I'm sorry! I don’t know where that came from.” He gave a nervous laugh. “I just…” He looked back into the camera, and his shoulders fell a bit. “It’s true.”
Maybe it was the late hour. Maybe it was because Jimmy’s hair had fallen into his face a bit. Maybe it was because hearing those words come out of Jimmy’s mouth lit a fire in his belly. But whatever the reason, Tango decided to chase what he was feeling.
“Jimmy… I.” He cleared his throat. “You have no idea what hearing you say that does to me. I’m not much to look at. But YOU?” He rolled his eyes. “You are just… so fucking attractive. Sexy, hot, all of it.” He could tell Jimmy was blushing and pushed on, wanting to see even more. “You have no idea how stuck you are in my mind. I think about you…” He paused. What was he saying? WHY was he saying it? Jimmy was hanging on to every word he was saying, and it gave him the confidence to continue. “Jimmy… if the situation were right, I would do so many things to you. With you…”
His words hung in the air between them. Tango hovered his mouse over the end call button. Maybe Jimmy was tired enough to think this was all a strange dream.
Jimmy sighed and leaned back in his chair, and rubbed his hands down his face. “God… Tango.”
Tango panicked. “Jimmy. I’m so sorry. I don’t. Please. Don’t-” Jimmy didn’t look upset, and he let his words fizzle out.
Jimmy licked his lips. “What would you do? To me… If we were together?”
Tango ran his hand over his mouth. Of all the ways Jimmy could have responded, THAT was not one he was expecting. “God. I mean… I would have to see what you taste like, obviously? Your lips? Tongue?” Jimmy licked his lips slowly, and Tango groaned. “You don’t know what your mouth does to me.”
Jimmy raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to hear what it COULD do to you?”
Tango breathed out. “Fuck.” He swallowed, his mouth dry. “Yes.”
“First, I would kiss you too. I bet you taste amazing. Then I would kiss around your neck and see if you have any sensitive spots.” Tango leaned back in his chair, and Jimmy could tell he was fighting to keep his hands away from his hardening cock. “I would get your prick into my mouth and start sucking, taking you as far into my throat as I could.”
Tango’s head fell back in his chair, and he groaned. “Fuck Jimmy. You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
“I bet I could guess.” He got closer to his mic and whispered. “Touch yourself. It’s okay. Pretend it's me.”
Tango only hesitated for a second before he reached inside his sweats and wrapped his hand around himself. He tried to hide the desperation in his voice, his words coming out in a half-whimper. “What would you do next?”
Jimmy leaned back again and palmed himself through his pants. “I would get you close. Your dick twitching, balls tightening. Then I would pop off.”
Tango stopped stroking himself and let go with a whine, mimicking Jimmy’s words. “Jimmy…”
“Tango, if we were alone, would you fuck me?”
Tango couldn’t answer. He leaned forward and rested his face in his hands, trying to remember to breathe.
Jimmy sounded panicked next time he spoke up. “Oh gosh. Wait. Tango, I’m sorry. If I went too far. Oh fuck.”
Tango shook his head and looked up. “No, no… not too far. Just… You would want to fuck me? Like… that's something that could potentially happen?” He hated how hopeful he sounded.
Jimmy let out a small laugh. “Tango, if it were possible, I would let you do whatever you wanted to me.”
Tango breathed out a chuckle and shook his head. “Holy shit.” He ran his hand across his head and sat up. “Hold on.” He grabbed his camera and adjusted the angle so his whole body was in the frame. Once he had it where he wanted it, he sat back and fished his cock out of his pants. “This. This is what you do to me almost every time we talk.” He slowly stroked himself. “I have imagined this was your hand. Your mouth. You… so many times.”
Jimmy scrambled to adjust his camera, and when he did, he pulled his pants down and off, leaning back in his chair and spreading his legs. He grabbed himself and started stroking. “We could do all of that.”
Tango hummed as he worked his length. “Yeah? You’d let me…” He swallowed. “You’d let me bend you over?”
Jimmy’s breath hitched as he squeezed himself. “Until I couldn’t stand. Then again. And again.” He closed his eyes, and his head fell back onto his chair. He bucked his hips. “And again…”
Tango sped up. “You’d let me cum inside?” He was panting as he felt his orgasm building inside him.
Jimmy moaned. “God. Yes.” His cock twitched in his hand. “Please. Tango. Say you will.”
Tango was bucking into his hand, quietly grunting between his words. “Yes. Fuck. Yes. I will. I’ll fuck you so good. Ngh. So… fast. FUCK! JIMMY!” He came hard over his hand. He continued to stroke himself through his orgasm. “Jimmy… you would feel so good… Please…”
Jimmy finished soon after. Hearing Tango call his name sent him over the edge. He had his eyes squeezed shut and his bottom lip between his teeth. He moaned through his orgasm, quiet and desperate.
It was quiet. Both men realized what they had just done. The words they said. Promises they made. Neither of them knew what to say, so they silently went about cleaning themselves off. Repositioning their cameras back to their original position. It took a few minutes for them to be able to look at each other.
Tango spoke first. “Um…” He let out a weak chuckle. “So next time we see each other, then?”
Jimmy smirked, still hesitant, but Tango could see it reached his eyes. “Definitely.” He yawned. “ Goodnight Tango.”
“Goodnight, Jimmy.”