Chapter 2 A week went by. Josh buried himself in his work, trying to forget the voice he had heard on the other end of the phone line. Wanting to hear that voice again -- but each night as his hand reached out to pick up the phone to dial the now memorized number, he stopped. All that the voice was -- just a voice. He wanted more. So much more, but he didn't have it. When the weekend finally arrived, Josh found himself alone in his living room -- the television turned to some mindless sporting event. Taking a sip of wine from his glass, he glanced out the window and the falling darkness. It was early enough to call Chris, and go out to one of the many clubs Chris liked to go to on Saturday night. He knew if he did that Chris would once again try to set him up with one of the many losers he seemed to find. His thoughts drifted back to Lance and that night on the phone. Just the thought of that deep rich voice whispering dirty things to him was getting him hard. No one had ever spoken to him like that before, and if he didn't admit that he liked it he would be lying. He wondered what body held a voice like that? Was Lance tall? Short? Blonde? Brunette? What color eyes did he have? All he knew was that his voice was pure and simple sex. Josh wondered how it would feel to have that voice whispering in his ear for real. Not over the phone. Just him and Lance in his bed. Hot and naked, as Lance whispered the things he had over the phone right into his ear. As Lance's hands took the place of his own. Glancing at the phone next to the couch, he began to reach out to make the phone call he knew it was inevitable for him to make, but just as he touched the receiver, it rang in his hand. Cursing, he answered it, "Hello." "Hey, Josh. What you doing?" "Nothing, Chris. Just watching the game on television." "Well, what night this week looks good for you to come out. I have this guy who I think would be great for you." Josh groaned as he covered his eyes with his hand. He could just imagine the type of guy Chris thought would be perfect for him. "I'm really busy this week, Chris." Josh could hear the audible sigh on the other end of the line. "Come on, Josh. This guy is really nice. Just meet us for drinks after work one night, and if you don't like him you can leave." Josh knew he should say no. Another one of the infamous Kirkpatrick hook-ups was not what he wanted, but he also knew that Chris would keep nagging him if he said no. "Fine. Wednesday should be good. Let me know time and place." "Will do, Josh. You'll like this one." Josh could hear his friend hang up. Trying to avoid him changing his mind. He turned his attention back to the game on TV, but it held no interest for him. sighing, he glanced at the phone again. Lance probably wasn't even working the phones tonight. It was Saturday night. Probably out with his boyfriend driving him wild with that voice made for porn. Shutting the television off, he ran his fingers through his hair staring at the phone only inches away. Hoping Lance was there, he picked up the phone and dialed. His fingers were no longer shaky from apprehension, but from excitement. Clutching the phone in his hand, he wandered to the window and drew the drapes shut. No need for all of New York City to see his little traipse through fantasy land. Josh sighed as the ringing continued. He moved back to the couch and sprawled out, already hard at the thought of Lance on the line. “Hello?” Not Lance. Josh groaned inwardly. He hated to have to ask -- it seemed so fucking desperate. But still, Lance lingered in his head and he *needed* to hear that rumble in his ear once more. He needed that voice to feel sane. All week of jerking off in the shower had left him feeling more unfilled -- more isolated than ever. “Hi, um. Is Lance working tonight?” Josh scolded himself for sounding like a kid -- for not being man enough to demand Lance. After all, he *was* paying for the service. And that realization only served to make him slink down lower in the couch cushions. “Sure sweet ass, hold the line.” Josh felt his heart jump. Lance *was* working. It was the first good thing to happen to him all day. Lance. That voice. His cock pressed unforgivingly against his pants, begging for release. He felt nineteen again. “Hey, Lance on the line.” Josh gasped. There it was. Like a candy bar that was sinful and just waiting to be devoured. “Hi,” Josh said lowly, wondering just when the hell his voice had become so raspy and deprived. “JC! That you?” He was floored that Lance remembered him. The guy must get dozens of calls a night, but he remembered him. “How did you know?” “I have that way about me,” Lance laughed, and Josh thought he’d like to surrender to that laugh every day for the rest of his life. His hand rubbed absently over his crotch, stroking through the material while he cradled the phone between his shoulder and ear. He wondered if he could tape Lance -- suddenly having that urge to capture the bass and replay it with headphones -- knowing that it would sound twice as intense in stereo. “So, JC. How are you tonight? Horny?” Josh reached up and flipped the light off, letting his world plunge into darkness -- because it was better that way. It served his needs more. Helping him to focus solely on Lance and the crazy heat that flooded his blood stream. It had never been this insistent with a partner. And Josh wondered suddenly if that’s what had been missing in previous relationships. Perhaps that fire -- that fervor and passion. “JC?” “I’m here. Sorry.” “You were so quiet I thought you hung up on me.” Lance chuckled and Josh melted, drawing his zipper down and unsnapping his pants. “No, no. I’m here. Just settling in.” Josh tugged his pants down and slid his boxers off, letting the coolness of the leather couch press against his ass. “Good, are you hard already?” And JC nearly moaned as his hand wrapped around his cock, just centering on Lance, imagining that he was right there beside him, kissing his lips and rubbing against him. But he held back, wanting the phone call to last, not caring how much it cost. Because if it was simply the price of loneliness he was paying, it was well worth it. “You know, JC,” Lance said lowly, as if he was whispering a secret meant only for his ears, “I never told you about my fetish. Would you like to hear it?” Josh mumbled, and he thought it was coherent enough for Lance to continue, because truth be told, Lance could mutter about paperclips and Josh would come. Lance’s tone was *that* hot. “If I was there, oh fuck, I’d tie you up. Spread eagle to your bed.” Josh couldn’t help the moan this time, and he didn’t try to stop it at all. He spread his legs wider and began to stroke himself deliberately, slowly, relishing the fantasy that Lance created. “Yep. I’d have you all tied nice and tight. I like toys, JC. Vibrators especially. I’d slip one right in your ass to keep you panting. You like that JC? You like to feel that in your ass?” “Umm hmm,” Josh whimpered, wishing he had one right then. Daring himself to be bold enough to run out at lunch time the next day and purchase one. Aching to feel Lance pressing against him, waiting to fuck him. Willing to settle for a substitute. “I have a great tongue, JC. Really good. God, I’d love to lick your lips. I’d love to fuck your mouth with my tongue. Just slip it in and out while I grab your cock with my hands.” Josh groaned and worked his hand harder, wondering why he couldn’t find someone this experimental in real life. Wondering why he’d never opened himself up to such things. Wondering how amazing Lance must be in real life. “You must like that, JC. I can see it now. You’re hard and I’m going down on you. I can deep throat. I can. How big are you? Has anyone ever let you fuck their mouth before? Hmm? Have you ever felt your cock slide straight down someone’s throat? I’d let you, JC. I’d let you ride it out.” It was too much, the cavernous bass trembling through the line -- the hand that touched so familiarly -- the scent of leather curling into his nose. Josh didn’t want to hold it anymore. He jerked his hips up, pumping ferociously into his hand. Letting his voice be heard. “Oh fuck, Lance. I’m gonna come.” He gritted his teeth as he shook the couch. “I’m gonna ...” “That’s it JC,” Lance urged over the wire. “Come. Fuck your hand and come.” Josh gasped as the explosion neared, and he yanked harder, clamping his eyes shut, envisioning Lance there with him. “Fuck me,” he hissed as his hand and stomach felt warm liquid splash down. And Lance laughed a little. “Felt good huh?” “Fuck.” It was all Josh could manage as his chest heaved with pulsating vibrations. But he didn’t want Lance to go. Not yet. “Okay, well, have a good night then,” Lance was saying, and Josh sprang up wearily. “Lance?” “Hmm?” “You know, um. Thanks.” Josh slapped a hand to his face as the enormity of a stupid sentence flailed out of his  mouth. “Sure, JC. Anytime you know that.” Josh grasped. “Hey, I have a question.” He was digging, not ready to let go just yet. “Okay.” And he splattered right there, because Lance was coating the phone connection with sex, just resounding, deep, aromatic sex. “Do you get paid even if the customer doesn’t have verbal sex with you?” There was a pause, and Josh felt wrong -- like maybe he’d crossed lines or asked too much. But Lance was there again, with that fiery giggle. “Yeah. Some guys call up just to talk. No sex or shit. Why?” Josh didn’t know, really. Only that he liked hearing Lance. And tonight he was particularly empty. He supposed it had to do with Chris and his well meaning albeit frustrating attempt to hook him up -- again. “Just curious,” he said, wiping his hands on his discarded boxers. “Well, I better get going.” He had the phone ready to click off -- ready to shut Lance off for the night. “JC? You sure? Something on your mind?” That was all it took to turn Josh -- to keep his mind open to the idea of Lance as a real person. It was too much for him to deal with. He didn’t want to see Lance as anything more than sex. It would hurt too much to get involved with a fantasy. Right then and there Josh decided he wouldn’t call Lance again. “No. Thanks though. Night.” Without further thought, Josh clicked the phone off and tossed it to the coffee table where he stared at it for a long time. Unable to stop replaying that voice in his head. And when he did fall into bed, his dreams were of the God-like sound on the other end of the line. He woke in a wet puddle with curses falling from his lips. Lance had gotten under his skin, and he was not happy. Part One More Than Words Menu Part Three