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Prompt here: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1106.html?thread=130642#cmt130642

Booker picked up the lamp on his beside table, chucked it on the floor, and enjoyed five seconds of satisfaction hearing it shatter before he regretted it. He had quite liked that lamp, too. He was just so incredibly frustrated, he felt like he was crawling out of his skin with it, and he didn’t know how to find relief.

In fact, that was precisely the problem. Ever since he had been exiled from the team, he hadn’t been able to climax a single time. He woke up achingly hard every morning and tried everything—stripping his cock fast, gently trailing his fingers down the shaft, fingering himself open, using a toy, and none of it worked. He could feel the pleasure of it, but he just couldn’t come. Ever.

The night before, he had gone to a club and picked up a pretty young woman. He had made her come twice with his mouth and then once again when he was buried inside her, but even the way she clenched around him as she came wasn’t enough to push him over the edge, and he had to pull out still hard and throbbing and make awkward excuses to her.

He had tried men, too, even though that wasn’t usually his thing, but it didn’t appear to make any difference. And so there he was, waking up with yet another morning erection that he already knew he wouldn’t be able to do anything with. He gave it a valiant effort, anyway, stroking himself as he teased his hole with one finger, but he was only left panting and desperate with a cramped wrist.

The problem was that for more than a hundred years, Booker could count on one hand how many times he had masturbated. He simply hadn’t needed to—he had found his own unique way to get his pleasure.

He and Andy had been drunk the first time, in a sleepy village in Spain, and Joe and Nicky had long since gone to bed. Andy made an idle remark about how much she needed to get laid, and Booker raised an eyebrow and offered himself up. He had been surprised but pleased that she took him up on it, and he had kissed down her pale skin before licking into her with gusto. She could tell that he was enjoying it by the moans and whimpers muffled by her folds, but it amazed both of them when he suddenly seized up, his tongue pausing in its earnest ministrations, and she looked down to see him spilling untouched.

After that, it became a thing between them—Booker would go down on her whenever they had a spare moment to themselves and a scrap of privacy, and he would inevitably come before she did. Now, it was like his body had forgotten anything else, didn’t know how to climax without her taste on his lips.

He was dialling the number before he had time to fully think about what he was doing, and he started to panic as it rang, about to pull the phone from his ear and end the call, and then he heard her voice. “Book?” She asked, sleep-rough and clearly concerned—naturally, since he wasn’t supposed to be contacting them. “Is everything alright? Are you hurt?”

“Not hurt,” he quickly reassured her. “I’m..fuck, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have called, I know I’m supposed to stay away from you, I just didn’t know what else to do.”

There was a pause, and then a soft sigh. “It’s okay, Booker. What is it? What’s wrong?”

He buried his face in the pillow, blushing as he thought about how to try and describe the problem. “I can’tcomewhenI’mnotwithyou”, he mumbled, all together so quickly that she undoubtedly couldn’t understand any of it. “What did you say?” She asked, impatient, and he groaned, deeply embarrassed. “I can’t come anymore,” he finally managed. “I tried eating other women out but it’s not the same. And I’m hard all the time and it hurts and I don’t know what to do.”

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line, and he waited, anxious, for her reply. “You haven’t come since we parted ways? Not once?” Andy asked, sounding almost awed.

“No,” he whined, and if he hadn’t been aroused before, the sound of her voice was driving him insane. He wrapped a hand around himself again, stroking idly. “I’ve tried everything, boss, I swear. Went to a shop and got nearly every single toy they had, came home and spent two days trying them all out on myself and I still can’t—ah!—fucking come.”

He should have known her too well to know that she would pick up on the little aborted gasp he had let slip as his thumb brushed over the head just right. “Booker,” she asked, equal parts suspicious and turned on. “Are you jerking off right now?” And he bit down on his own wrist to try and muffle the whimper he let out at that. “I’m so hard, boss,” he explained, which wasn’t a direct answer, admittedly, but it made it pretty clear that her guess was right. “I’m dripping everywhere, it’s making a mess,” and it was true, his cock was weeping a steady stream of precome, slicking his palm as he moved a little faster, long thorough strokes down his whole length, “and I feel like I’m burning up with it, like I’m in a desert and there’s nothing to quench my thirst.” He bit his lip. “Sometimes...sometimes over the last few weeks I’ve tried so hard to come that my cock gets too tender to touch, and then that’s even worse because I’m still hard but jerking off feels like agony.”

Honestly, if he had had the presence of mind to think about it, if any blood was left in his brain rather than his cock, he would have been surprised that she hadn’t hung up by now, disgusted by the filth that her exiled comrade was pouring out to her or embarrassed about how pathetic he was, that he could only climax from bringing her pleasure. But she was still on the line, breathing audibly, and finally she sighed and said “fuck, Book,” and he heard the sound of a zipper being undone, and then a little rustling, and his eyes widened.

“Boss? Are you—“ and when she replied, she sounded angry, almost. “Yes,” she replied a little bitterly, and now he could hear it, too, just barely, the slick sound of her fingers, and his cock twitched in sympathy under his palm. “I don’t have much choice, because hearing you talk like that is hot as fuck, and, well. You’re not the only one who’s missing our little sessions,” she confessed reluctantly.

And oh, he hadn’t thought about that at all, had assumed that she could just go find anyone to hook up with and it would be just as good as Booker. “Really, boss?” He asked, eager, slicking up a finger and pressing it into himself with a groan.

“Yes,” Andy replied more confidently, her voice a bit strained. “Nobody can do that like you can, Booker,” and he flushed all over with surprise and pride. “No matter how good someone thinks they are at eating a woman out, it can’t compare to you, with your hundred years of practice knowing just what I like—oh, fuck, Booker, I wish you were here—just where to touch me, mm—“

“I wish I was there too, so badly, Andy,” he gasped out, fucking his fist in jerky little motions as he tried to finger himself in time with her movements he could hear over the phone. “The closest I get to actually managing to come—oh, that feels good—is when I wake up from a dream where we’re all back together, and I have my first taste of you after so long, let you ride my face, fuck boss—“

“Booker, I’m close,” she warned, and he just keeps babbling, lost in the fantasy of being buried between her thighs again. “I would start so slowly, just running my tongue through your wetness, just learning your taste again and every hidden corner of your folds, and then—“ he broke off because he heard her groan, almost like she was in pain, but he knew from long experience that she was about to come. Her fingers sped up, he could tell, and then she cried out, moaning and whining as she worked herself through it.

“Oh god, boss,” he said, enraptured, listening to every last gasp that filtered its way over the phone to him. “Oh god, oh god,” and maybe she could tell what was coming before he could, but he almost couldn’t believe it when his cock jerked violently in his hand and then he was finally, finally spilling, thick spurts coating his hand and thighs and the sheets.

“That’s it, Book, let it go,” she was murmuring softly on the phone, and he couldn’t reply, was nearly sobbing with relief as he kept working himself through it, only pulling his hands away when he was sure that he was completely spent.

The shame came quickly on the heels of his spectacular release, unfortunately, and he brushed an arm over his eyes, feeling unwanted tears pricking at them. “I’m sorry, Andy,” he told her, a little wetly, and it was about calling and also about the other, bigger things. “I miss you too much, it’s like a hole in my heart, always.”

She sighed. “I miss you too, Booker. But I...I’m really glad that you called.” She was silent for a long time, thinking. “I’m not ready to see you again and the others definitely aren’t ready to see you again, even if I know they miss you too. But...maybe calling would be okay, to start off with? Not just for sex,” she joked weakly. “Though also for that, that was crazy hot.”

He was nodding frantically before he realized she couldn’t see him. “Yes, please, I would like that. Whenever—whenever you want, boss, call me and I’ll pick up,” and he had to swallow past a lump in his throat.

“I will,” she promised. “And Book? Take care of yourself,” she added before she hung up. He lay there for a moment, still loose and relaxed after his release and like something hard in his heart had been dislodged after hearing her voice again. Today was a good day, he thought, mentally cataloguing all of the errands he had been putting off and deciding which to tackle first.

This is hot and sweet in equal measures!

Thank you! It was impossible to avoid some feelings slipping in

This is my prompt! I forgot I ever posted it! Bless you Anon, for writing this!! Aaaaa! This was SO hot and full of feels. I felt Booker’s desperation. Absolutely delicious.

I am so glad you liked it! I had been hoping that someone would fill it since I first saw it and finally I decided to take matters into my own hands 😂😂 thank you for such a great prompt!

I love this! Poor Booker. I love that he can only come when he's making her come. That's so hot.

Thank you! Yes that was the part of the prompt that grabbed me too at first :)

And I think that things will be a little better for poor Booker now that he and Andy have reconnected ;)

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