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hidethekeyTitle: And for eternity I'd lay in bed (I called him on the phone)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Singer/Cash
POV: Third
Summary: On the My Name Is... tour, Singer is locked in the back of the tour bus, being kept away from cookies so he calls Cash.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, just love. The Cab owns themselves. Say Anything owns the title.
Author's Notes: This is because of Stacy andkatofantastic. They played me the song, I needed to write it. Also: this is inspired by the twitters Singer actually posted about being locked on the bus and getting naked.
"Hey, Singer boy," Cash says into the answering machine. "I know you're probably living the life, touring in a bus and all that shit with Bill, Ian and Sisky but just don't forget your Cash Money while you're gone. Love you, baby, miss you." Cash hangs up his phone and tosses it onto his bed. He was supposed to be having Marshall and Johnson over later tonight but Marshall had called, said something about his girlfriend and a crisis and Johnson had begged off as well. So it's just Cash, all by himself and he's missing Singer like he misses cigarettes when they`re stuck at the airport for hours. Pretty soon he's sure he'll be getting the shakes and it's all from missing Singer. Unfortunately, he can’t just go to the corner store and buy a pack to relieve the withdrawal.
Cash picks up his bass and starts plucking the strings, to waste the time. He's not entirely sure where Alex is right now but he does know that he's not close enough, still miles and miles away. It's hours later when Cash's fingers ache and he's starting to miss cigarettes more than he misses Singer when his phone finally does ring. He places his bass down with less care than he really should and flips his phone open. He breathes, "Hello?" into the receiver.
"Cash." It's Singer and his voice sounds absolutely filthy. Cash forgets about his cigarettes instantly as he waits for Alex to continue. "Cash, they locked me in the back, with the bunks, and they're keeping me away from cookies but I don't even care because I miss you and I want you here now and I'm locked in the back and I got naked. I even twittered about it, hoping you'd see and call me but you didn't so I called you and I'm so fucking horny-"
"Wait, wait. Hold up. You're naked?" Cash nearly squeaks. That's something he misses too; Alex naked, beneath him (on top of him, beside him even), sweat covered and panting, wanting more, more, more. It's something Cash wants right now, something he`s almost dying for. He can't wait until they meet up again; when they do he's going to drag Singer off and fuck him into a wall, especially now, after this phone call.
Singer sighs into the phone and Cash can just picture him, eyes closed, hands trailing down over his abs. "Y-yes…" Maybe that hand is a little lower than his abs....
"God. You're touching yourself aren't you?" Cash breathes. He's struggling to get his own clothes off but settles for just unzipping his jeans and easing his cock out. He doesn't start stroking, not quite yet.
"Cash, talk to me. Say something. If you can't be here, I need to hear you…" He finishes his sentence before he makes a tiny little squeaky sound that makes Cash's own dick twitch and yeah, he starts to slowly stroke it, pausing only to reach for the lube in the drawer beside his bed so that he can slick himself up, make it easier.
"God, the things I'd do to you if you were here, or if I were locked in there with you. You have no idea," Cash growls into his phone. He's not stroking slowly anymore, his hand is moving fast, wrapped tight around his cock.
Cash catches Singer's moan and he finds himself moaning in kind as he circles his thumb around the head of his dick. "Then tell me…" Alex's voice is barely more than a whisper and Cash knows it's because he's close. He knows he doesn't even have to say anything about what he wishes he could be doing to Singer and he'll still get off but Cash wants to. He wants Alex to be thinking about the things Cash wants to do to him right when he gets off.
Cash squeezes around the base of his dick and his breath hitches. He lets himself regain a proper breathing rhythm before continuing with Alex's request. "So first, I'd want to run my mouth all over your body. I'd lick all over your muscles, suck on your neck, leave marks for all the fangirls to see next time you tug your collar down. I'll know who they're from but they'd all have to wonder, and they'd be so jealous… They'd think that it was anyone but me leaving those marks behind…" Cash grins when he hears the moan make its way out of Singer's mouth. He can just imagine it, Singer stretched out across one of the bunks, naked, glowing in the darkness with his hair splayed across a pillow. His eyes are closed, lashes making shadows across his cheeks but his mouth is open. It's slick, red and sinful and Cash just wishes he could kiss that mouth… "And I'd kiss you. I'd kiss you so hard you couldn't breathe."
"Fuck Cash, more. I'm so close," and Cash can tell the truth of this statement by the way that Alex's voice sounds so deep, and gravelly. Cash loves it when Alex's normally smooth voice goes deep like that, loves it especially when he`s the cause.
Cash is close too. He can feel his skin prickle, feels the tightness of his belly. He's close, but he knows he needs to hear Singer get off before he can reach the same climax. He loves listening to Singer come. He loves seeing it too, but he knows that's not possible right now. "I wouldn't stay there; I'd leave your mouth because having my lips around your dick would just be so much better. The heat against my tongue, the salty bitterness, god, you taste so good."
"Unf…" And Singer is gasping. Cash can see him in his mind, stroking furiously, flicking his wrist, fisting the sheets in his other hand. He's frowning, biting his lip and moaning as he's letting go, letting his orgasm take over his body. Cash continues his own ministrations as Alex's breathing levels out again and he starts whimpering encouragements through the phone line. It's obvious to Cash that he's still coming back to himself post-orgasm but that just makes it even hotter. He can almost feel Alex whispering the words against his neck, into his ear. It's enough to get him beating harder, enough to make the muscles in his stomach tighten further.
Cash is wound so tightly he's beginning to shake. His hand moves quickly, twisting around his cock, thumb rubbing over the head. He can feel the heat in his stomach tighten, can feel his muscles tense. His toes curl, his eyes clench shut. Cash bites his lip and says, “Fuck,” so low that he’s not even sure if Singer hears it. It takes only one more swipe of his thumb before the tension explodes sending torrents of pleasure through his veins and his muscles. Cash comes all over his hand with a low moan. His body shakes in the after effects, coaxed by Alex’s words, Alex’s voice on the other end of the phone. Cash gasps for air, gulping it down as he breathes deeply.
"Fuck, Alex, fuck, fuck that was hot, fuck," he pants after a few seconds, breathing finally slowing to a normal pace.
"God, I know," Alex replies but his voice is still breathy, still so fucking sexy and Cash just… Cash wants to be there. "Miss you, I want snuggles."
Cash laughs because Singer can just be so adorable sometimes. "I miss you too. Don't worry; I'll be with you soon."
"Can't wait. We won't have to have phone sex, then." Alex sounds sleepy and that just makes Cash smile because he knows what Alex is like after sex. It's one of the only ways in which he's actually a typical man, along with his ability to eat everything in sight. He tends to just roll over and crash after getting off. Cash doesn't mind, he likes to watch Alex sleep, likes to see him after the action has taken place. Alex looks amazing with sex hair and a light sheen of sweat on his naked body.
"Goodnight, baby," Cash whispers.
"Love you…" Alex replies. "See you later or something…" and he's asleep. Cash can hear his breath even out, finally and the soft little whimpers he makes when he's first drifting off. Not for the first time does Cash wish he were there too.
He hangs up his phone gently because he knows that Alex will not appreciate having long distance charges because Cash had wanted to listen to him breathing. Cash strips his pants off the rest of the way, his tee shirt too, cleans himself up a little and then curls up underneath his blankets for his own nap. There are only a few more weeks left of the Hello, my name is… tour and then Cash will be back with Alex again, and he honestly can't wait.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Singer/Cash
POV: Third
Summary: On the My Name Is... tour, Singer is locked in the back of the tour bus, being kept away from cookies so he calls Cash.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, just love. The Cab owns themselves. Say Anything owns the title.
Author's Notes: This is because of Stacy and
katofantastic. They played me the song, I needed to write it. Also: this is inspired by the twitters Singer actually posted about being locked on the bus and getting naked."Hey, Singer boy," Cash says into the answering machine. "I know you're probably living the life, touring in a bus and all that shit with Bill, Ian and Sisky but just don't forget your Cash Money while you're gone. Love you, baby, miss you." Cash hangs up his phone and tosses it onto his bed. He was supposed to be having Marshall and Johnson over later tonight but Marshall had called, said something about his girlfriend and a crisis and Johnson had begged off as well. So it's just Cash, all by himself and he's missing Singer like he misses cigarettes when they`re stuck at the airport for hours. Pretty soon he's sure he'll be getting the shakes and it's all from missing Singer. Unfortunately, he can’t just go to the corner store and buy a pack to relieve the withdrawal.
Cash picks up his bass and starts plucking the strings, to waste the time. He's not entirely sure where Alex is right now but he does know that he's not close enough, still miles and miles away. It's hours later when Cash's fingers ache and he's starting to miss cigarettes more than he misses Singer when his phone finally does ring. He places his bass down with less care than he really should and flips his phone open. He breathes, "Hello?" into the receiver.
"Cash." It's Singer and his voice sounds absolutely filthy. Cash forgets about his cigarettes instantly as he waits for Alex to continue. "Cash, they locked me in the back, with the bunks, and they're keeping me away from cookies but I don't even care because I miss you and I want you here now and I'm locked in the back and I got naked. I even twittered about it, hoping you'd see and call me but you didn't so I called you and I'm so fucking horny-"
"Wait, wait. Hold up. You're naked?" Cash nearly squeaks. That's something he misses too; Alex naked, beneath him (on top of him, beside him even), sweat covered and panting, wanting more, more, more. It's something Cash wants right now, something he`s almost dying for. He can't wait until they meet up again; when they do he's going to drag Singer off and fuck him into a wall, especially now, after this phone call.
Singer sighs into the phone and Cash can just picture him, eyes closed, hands trailing down over his abs. "Y-yes…" Maybe that hand is a little lower than his abs....
"God. You're touching yourself aren't you?" Cash breathes. He's struggling to get his own clothes off but settles for just unzipping his jeans and easing his cock out. He doesn't start stroking, not quite yet.
"Cash, talk to me. Say something. If you can't be here, I need to hear you…" He finishes his sentence before he makes a tiny little squeaky sound that makes Cash's own dick twitch and yeah, he starts to slowly stroke it, pausing only to reach for the lube in the drawer beside his bed so that he can slick himself up, make it easier.
"God, the things I'd do to you if you were here, or if I were locked in there with you. You have no idea," Cash growls into his phone. He's not stroking slowly anymore, his hand is moving fast, wrapped tight around his cock.
Cash catches Singer's moan and he finds himself moaning in kind as he circles his thumb around the head of his dick. "Then tell me…" Alex's voice is barely more than a whisper and Cash knows it's because he's close. He knows he doesn't even have to say anything about what he wishes he could be doing to Singer and he'll still get off but Cash wants to. He wants Alex to be thinking about the things Cash wants to do to him right when he gets off.
Cash squeezes around the base of his dick and his breath hitches. He lets himself regain a proper breathing rhythm before continuing with Alex's request. "So first, I'd want to run my mouth all over your body. I'd lick all over your muscles, suck on your neck, leave marks for all the fangirls to see next time you tug your collar down. I'll know who they're from but they'd all have to wonder, and they'd be so jealous… They'd think that it was anyone but me leaving those marks behind…" Cash grins when he hears the moan make its way out of Singer's mouth. He can just imagine it, Singer stretched out across one of the bunks, naked, glowing in the darkness with his hair splayed across a pillow. His eyes are closed, lashes making shadows across his cheeks but his mouth is open. It's slick, red and sinful and Cash just wishes he could kiss that mouth… "And I'd kiss you. I'd kiss you so hard you couldn't breathe."
"Fuck Cash, more. I'm so close," and Cash can tell the truth of this statement by the way that Alex's voice sounds so deep, and gravelly. Cash loves it when Alex's normally smooth voice goes deep like that, loves it especially when he`s the cause.
Cash is close too. He can feel his skin prickle, feels the tightness of his belly. He's close, but he knows he needs to hear Singer get off before he can reach the same climax. He loves listening to Singer come. He loves seeing it too, but he knows that's not possible right now. "I wouldn't stay there; I'd leave your mouth because having my lips around your dick would just be so much better. The heat against my tongue, the salty bitterness, god, you taste so good."
"Unf…" And Singer is gasping. Cash can see him in his mind, stroking furiously, flicking his wrist, fisting the sheets in his other hand. He's frowning, biting his lip and moaning as he's letting go, letting his orgasm take over his body. Cash continues his own ministrations as Alex's breathing levels out again and he starts whimpering encouragements through the phone line. It's obvious to Cash that he's still coming back to himself post-orgasm but that just makes it even hotter. He can almost feel Alex whispering the words against his neck, into his ear. It's enough to get him beating harder, enough to make the muscles in his stomach tighten further.
Cash is wound so tightly he's beginning to shake. His hand moves quickly, twisting around his cock, thumb rubbing over the head. He can feel the heat in his stomach tighten, can feel his muscles tense. His toes curl, his eyes clench shut. Cash bites his lip and says, “Fuck,” so low that he’s not even sure if Singer hears it. It takes only one more swipe of his thumb before the tension explodes sending torrents of pleasure through his veins and his muscles. Cash comes all over his hand with a low moan. His body shakes in the after effects, coaxed by Alex’s words, Alex’s voice on the other end of the phone. Cash gasps for air, gulping it down as he breathes deeply.
"Fuck, Alex, fuck, fuck that was hot, fuck," he pants after a few seconds, breathing finally slowing to a normal pace.
"God, I know," Alex replies but his voice is still breathy, still so fucking sexy and Cash just… Cash wants to be there. "Miss you, I want snuggles."
Cash laughs because Singer can just be so adorable sometimes. "I miss you too. Don't worry; I'll be with you soon."
"Can't wait. We won't have to have phone sex, then." Alex sounds sleepy and that just makes Cash smile because he knows what Alex is like after sex. It's one of the only ways in which he's actually a typical man, along with his ability to eat everything in sight. He tends to just roll over and crash after getting off. Cash doesn't mind, he likes to watch Alex sleep, likes to see him after the action has taken place. Alex looks amazing with sex hair and a light sheen of sweat on his naked body.
"Goodnight, baby," Cash whispers.
"Love you…" Alex replies. "See you later or something…" and he's asleep. Cash can hear his breath even out, finally and the soft little whimpers he makes when he's first drifting off. Not for the first time does Cash wish he were there too.
He hangs up his phone gently because he knows that Alex will not appreciate having long distance charges because Cash had wanted to listen to him breathing. Cash strips his pants off the rest of the way, his tee shirt too, cleans himself up a little and then curls up underneath his blankets for his own nap. There are only a few more weeks left of the Hello, my name is… tour and then Cash will be back with Alex again, and he honestly can't wait.