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Laurie pulled off his boots and took the phone over to the couch. Not that expected his conversation with Parrish was really going to be anything other than a fairly innocuous talk - the guy was at work, after all - but it never hurt to be prepared and comfortable. Besides, his boots were so old they were wearing through, and if he rode in them for too long they hurt his feet.

He briefly debated calling Parrish's cell phone, because what if his office had a problem with him receiving personal phone calls on company time? The city morgue, where Lea worked, had a policy about how much time you were allowed to spend on personal non-emergency calls. He only knew that after he called her four times in one day and someone else had answered the phone and clued him in. The other person, who Laurie had always assumed was Lea's supervisor, said she could get in trouble if she spent too much time on the phone. After that Laurie was really careful about calling her. And the restaurant didn't allow him to get personal phone calls at all, so he usually left his cell phone on but set to vibrate while he was working.

He'd only just met Parrish and didn't want to get him in trouble so soon - well, not that kind of trouble, anyway - keeping the neighbors up was something else entirely - so he finally called the guy's cell. Although he figured Parrish wouldn't have given him his office number if he didn't think it was ok for Laurie to call it.

"Hello?" Parrish said after the third ring.

"Hi," Laurie said. "It's Laurie. From last night."

"Oh! Yes! I didn't recognize your number. I'm sorry. Hi." He was even cute when he was apologizing. "How's your brother? Is he ok?"

"Yeah, he seems to be fine, thanks. I think he just needed to sleep it off. He doesn't remember that Dave kid drugging him, though, or he does and he just doesn't want to tell me." Laurie shrugged. "But yeah, he's ok. I took him to school, everything looks like normal."

"I'm glad. He seemed like a good kid, from the way you talked about him."

"He is a good kid. Kinda quiet. But, you know, he's a teenage boy, they're not that into sharing their feelings."

"Oh, I was when I was that age," Parrish said, a grin in his voice. "'I love you so much, Robert, college won't change that.' 'I hate you, Teddy.' 'I love you, Pablo.' 'I met the cutest boy yesterday, Gran, I think I'm in love....'" He chuckled. "My grandmother is wonderful - for four years she listened to me fall in love every other week."

"And now?"

"Now it's every other month." Laurie wondered if it was a falling-in-love month now, and if so, had Parrish already filled the love-object slot? "And I take her out to dinner to tell her, instead of calling her on the phone. She makes me wear a bow tie and promise to find a nice boy and settle down."

Laurie guessed Parrish hadn't found a nice boy to settle down with yet, or they wouldn't be having this conversation.

"What are you doing tonight?" Parrish asked.

"Working," Laurie told him. "Until two, probably. Although probably closer to one because midweek is usually slower than the weekend."

"Tomorrow night?"

"I'm free to a good home."

"Would you like to come over for dinner?"

"Sure. Should I bring something?"

"Hmm...." There was a short silence while Parrish apparently thought it over. "A bottle of wine would be nice."

Wine? Laurie thought. How sophisticated. He knew enough about wine from the restaurant, but he didn't really drink it and even less brought it to people's houses when they made him dinner. Probably because if he was going to someone's house for food, there was usually grilling involved, in which case he'd bring beer, or the host or hostess was very specific about what he should show up carrying.

"Uh... what kind?" he asked. He didn't want to appear on Parrish's doorstep with the wrong wine. He was getting the feeling that Parrish would actually care if he brought white while they were having steak for dinner.

"White, I think. I was planning on making a risotto with shrimp and peas, and probably asparagus."

Crap. Asparagus was really hard to match to a wine. Risotto was a little easier, but asparagus...?

"Yeah, probably white. Ok. I can do that. What time?"

"Around seven would be good. We'll have drinks and appetizers first, so neither of us starves. And afterwards... who knows." A pause. "Do you have to be anywhere early the next morning?"

"Nope." Cool. They were obviously both thinking the same thing. Laurie would bring the wine and condoms. Parrish would make the dinner and quite possibly the first move. It would be fun.

Laurie hadn't been on an actual date in a while and he was starting to look forward to it. Not just the sex, but the dinner and the sitting around talking and the behaving like a couple on their first date. Except hopefully without all the awkwardness that first dates seemed to bring out of people. Laurie discovered that he was actually interested in seeing where (and how) Parrish lived, and he was looking forward to eating the boy's cooking, and he was looking forward to getting to know him.

"Good," Parrish said. "I don't want you to think that I plan to feed you and get you drunk so I can take advantage of you, but I have to admit I thought about you all night and a lot of this morning."

"Me too." He settled a little deeper in the couch. "Um, Parrish? Do you have an office?"

"Why yes I do." Laurie could almost hear the understanding grin. "It's very small and cramped, but it has a window and a door that locks."

"Is it locked now?"

"Are you planning on talking dirty to me, Laurie?" Now Parrish was teasing him. Damn, he had a nice voice. Laurie was very attuned to the sound of someone's voice. It made sense, with the music thing and all. He liked lovers who talked to him, although he didn't care so much what they said as how they sounded saying it. You could recite the phone book to him while he was fucking you, and if you had a sexy voice he'd come harder than if you read him gay smut in a boring voice.

"Just curious. What were you thinking about me?"

"What you looked like naked." Parrish's matter-of-fact voice made Laurie blink. His office door had to be closed. "What you felt like moving inside me." Now his voice dropped a little, taking on a slightly husky tone. "I thought about your kiss, and your mouth, and your hands, and I thought about your cock. I thought about how you would taste after I'd fed you dinner. I thought about feeding you with my hands. I thought about what we would do to each other, how loud you might be, how long it would take before we were tearing each other's clothes off. I thought a lot of things about you, Laurie, but mostly I thought about how much I wanted to see you again."

"...Oh," was all Laurie could think of to say. Parrish's voice and words were making him hard. He slouched down a little more on the couch and let his legs fall open, so he could knead his cock more easily through his jeans. He wanted Parrish to keep talking.

"I loved sitting next to you on that couch in the club. I loved kissing you, feeling your cock harden under my hand. I felt the strength of your hand on me, and I knew the two of us would be able to go for hours. Last night I imagined you spread out on my bed, on my pale sheets, with your pale skin and darker hair. I imagined touching you all over, every inch of your skin, and I imagined how you might return the favor, where you might put your tongue, how hard you would push me."

Laurie bit his lip to stop his moan as he struggled with the button and zipper of his jeans. Jesus, was he going to jerk off on his couch while this cute boy whispered those hot words from his office? Why yes, yes he was. He got his jeans open and his cock out and he held his breath, waiting.

"You're very quiet," Parrish said softly, his voice deeper now, huskier. He knew exactly what he was doing to Laurie, and he knew exactly why Laurie was being so quiet. "I don't usually do this, you know."

"Do what?" Shit, his voice sounded strangled. He cleared his throat, just in case he had to talk again.

"Talk dirty to boys over the phone while I'm at work. I'm glad you called me on my cell, Laurie - the city wouldn't appreciate my saying these things on a company line."

"The city?" Oh, fuck, was Parrish a politician??

"I work for the Department of Urban Planning. I'm a city planner."

"Oh." Whew.

"My office isn't in City Hall, but I'm surrounded by government agencies. We all work for the city down here, and the city is sometimes very stingy about letting its employees talk to their dates."

"So it's a date? Tomorrow night?" Laurie kept his grip on his cock, even though it seemed like that segment of the conversation was over. Which was too bad, really - Parrish really had him worked up.

"Of course. Is that a problem?"

"Why would it be a problem? I just haven't been on a date in a long time. It's cool, I'm looking forward to it."

"So am I. I can't wait to see how close my fantasies are to reality. I want to see you now, Laurie."

"If I could, if I didn't think it'd get you fired, I'd go over there right now and fuck you over your desk." Oh, that did it, he was hard as rock now, thinking about Parrish's ass perched on the edge of a desk.

"Laurie - "

"Yeah."

"My office door is locked."

"Keep talking."

"Am I going to make you come on yourself?" Was Parrish teasing him?

"Hell yeah. Is that a problem?"

"Oh no." Parrish most certainly was not teasing him. "How hard are you now? Do you have your cock out of your pants? How fast do you stroke yourself? What do you think of when you stroke off?"

"You. I thought about you. Touching you. Licking you. Fucking you." Laurie spit in his hand for lubrication and pumped his cock harder. "Woke up in the middle of the night... had to go jerk off in the bathroom. I thought about you. Jesus, I wanted you."

"Let me tell you something. I came in my shower last night with your name on my lips. I shot hard against the tiles imagining your hand on my cock and your cock in my ass. This morning after I woke up I did it again. Thinking about your kiss made me ache so badly I could've screamed."

"Ohh... fuck..." Laurie practically whispered. He hadn't had phone sex in a long time either. And he really wasn't expecting Parrish to just go with it.

"Tomorrow night," Parrish said, "we'll see how close our dreams are. We'll touch and lick and suck and fuck, but we'll take our time - because we'll have time - we'll eat and drink and see where it takes us. I don't want to force anything with you, Laurie."

Too late, Laurie thought, trying not to pant into the phone. Although wasn't part of phone sex imagining what the person on the other end was doing? Wasn't part of it being able to hear the other person?

"But I want you," Parrish went on. It sounded to Laurie like he was having a little trouble breathing as well. "Oh, Laurie, I want you so badly, and we hardly know each other. I don't usually do this, jump right into things, and I don't usually try to get you aroused over the phone...."

"Parrish... if you keep talking to me, I'm going to come." Laurie's hips lifted slightly, pushing his cock through his fingers. His other hand tightened on the phone.

"Then I can't stop, can I? I'm picturing you now, sitting on your couch with your prick in your hand. Your face is lovely, a little sweaty and with a blush spreading across your cheeks. You're thinking of me, aren't you, trying to turn your hand into mine. You're probably thinking about how it would feel when I sucked you off."

"Yeah... you're good... strong."

"And I'm imagining your hands on me, gripping my thighs as you fuck me. Together we're shaking my bed. I have a big, heavy bed. I wonder if you like handcuffs or silk ties, if you would cuff me to the bed or if you would let me tie you up. I want to tie you up, Laurie, I want to see your ass in the air just waiting for my hands and my tongue."

Jesus Mary and Joseph, as Lea said. Parrish wanted to rim him. Laurie could only hope Parrish wanted to do it tomorrow night.

"Are you close, Laurie? I am. I have to be discreet, though. I can only sit here with the mother of all erections straining to get free of my pants. You should see the tent."

"I can." Could he ever. In his head Parrish's cock was thick and hard and the perfect shape for holding, for sucking. He wanted to see it now, wanted to feel it in his hand, wanted to watch as Parrish came on his stomach. "Jesus, I wanna fuck you...."

"Come, Laurie, come now."

Laurie let himself groan loudly over the phone as his hand pistoned up and down his cock and he came on his jeans.

"Shit," he panted.

"Mmmm," Parrish said. "That was... that was lovely. I wish I could see you tonight."

"If you want me to come over after work, I can. It'll be like one or two in the morning, though."

"I'll probably be asleep. But I'll see you tomorrow night, definitely."

"Definitely. Around seven. I'll bring wine."

"I'll make dinner."

"Then we'll get naked."

"I'm counting on it."

Laurie could tell they were both grinning into the phone. This wasn't how he usually worked with the boys he fucked - sometimes there was food, sometimes there were conversations over the phone. But mostly there were exchanged glances, invitations, and hot sweaty monkey sex all in the course of a few hours. He just knew this was going to be different. Parrish was different.

And yeah, he was really looking forward to it.

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