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Matt presses Tim's number impulsively. It's still on his speed dial list, although he hardly ever calls it anymore. It used to be a daily occurrence, more than that actually. Now he almost hangs up before Tim answers. He thinks he won't leave a message if he gets Tim's recording.
Tim answers with surprise, "Hi Matty! It's good to hear from you. What's up, Buddy?"
Matt loves hearing the reassuring timbre of Tim's familiar voice. It gives him the courage to say, "Nothing. I just miss you."
Tim lowers his voice and responds sympathetically, "I miss you, too. How are things going for you? Is everything all right?"
Matt nods, then realizes Tim can't see him. In a way, he's glad he can't. Tim asks, "Matt? Are you still there?"
"Uh yeah, of course I am. Things are fine," Matt says tentatively. "Tim? Do you ever miss New York and White Collar?"
Tim answers quietly, "Yeah, I do, Matty. I miss seeing you every day. I miss working together."
"Yeah, me too," confesses Matt. "How are Elisa and the kids?" he asks nervously, not knowing what else to say.
"They're great! How about you?" Tim reciprocates. "Simon and the boys doing well?"
"Yeah, they're good," Matt responds miserably. "Tim? I really miss you. Uh, do you think we could ever see each other? I mean..."
"I know what you mean," Tim says quickly. "We agreed that wouldn't be a good idea, though."
"I know," Matt admits. He pauses; then asks, "Why did we agree that?"
Tim chuckles, "We just thought it would be better if we got on with our own lives once the show was over. We both have families that we love."
"Yeah, that's right," Matt agrees unenthusiastically.
Tim asks carefully, "Matty, is everything okay between you and Simon? You're not having any problems are you?"
"No, no, everything is okay. It's just, well, I still miss you, what we had together," Matt says softly. "Do you really miss me, too?"
"Of course I do. You know I do," Tim assures him. "Hey, I see from your press releases that your career is going great!
"Yeah, it is," Matt replies listlessly. "Hey, I'm sorry I bothered you. I guess I was just lonely and thinking of you - of New York - of the show - of us."
"You want to do a little phone sex? Would that cheer you up?" Tim suggests.
Matt smiles, "Yeah, it might. Let's do that. What are you doing right now?"
"I'm imagining you are kneeling in front of me, looking up at me with those devastating blue eyes," Tim starts out.
"I'm begging you. I want to suck your big hot cock," Matt continues. "Please, Tim, I really want you."
Tim's breath catches as he says, "I can never resist you, even though you're going to get us both in trouble one of these days. I'm unbuttoning my jeans right now because you're making me so hard."
Matt begs, "Come on, take it out for me. I want to kiss you. I want to take you in my mouth and have you thrust in so deep. I have one hand on my dick. I'm so turned on."
"Ooh, you're so hot, Matty. You're gorgeous. I love to fuck your mouth. You take it so deep," Tim groans. "I'm shoving all the way in. My balls are bumping against your luscious lips."
Matt purrs, "Give it all to me. I can make you happy, Tim. You're going to come down my throat and I'm going to swallow it all."
"Oh God, what you're doing to me. I'm gonna, I gotta, oh Matt, just a little more...." Tim moans.
Matt giggles and grips his cock as he hears Tim panting and coming, "Mmm, that's so good, sooo good."
Tim says hoarsely, "Stand up, Matty, and take your pants down. Now you're going to have to pay!"
Matt stands up and bares his ass. He grips the phone as Tim continues, "You know I'm gonna have to spank that pretty plump ass of yours until it's cherry red. Are you ready?"
Matt whimpers, "Mmmhmm. You're right. I deserve it. I'm ready."
Tim threatens ominously, "Then I'm going to reach around and take hold of that big dripping boner of yours...."
"Ohhh, more. Don't stop," moans Matt, as he jerks himself furiously, "Oh Tim, make me sorry. You know I'll do anything for you."
Tim instructs him sternly, "I'm gonna make you come now, lover. Come all over yourself for me."
Matt throws his head back with pleasure and erupts in orgasmic spasms. He breathes hard into the phone until he recovers enough to say softly, "Thanks, Tim. That was just what I needed."
Tim smiles on his end and replies happily, "I'm glad. It was good for me, too, you know."
"It's always good for you," Matt teases affectionately. "Isn't it?"
"Yeah, you know it is." Tim chuckles. "Hey Matty? Call me any time you need to, okay? I'm always here for you."
"Thanks," Matt sighs gratefully. "I just miss you so much sometimes."
"I miss you too, Buddy. I really do," Tim admits. "Take care now."
Matt sits cradling his phone for a few minutes before he gets up and cleans himself off. He feels better now, but he knows it won't last. He wishes he could fall asleep snuggled up next to Tim's hard body, feeling his strong comforting arms around him, and listening to his heartbeat. He loves Simon. He really does. It's just that Tim.... Well, he just wants him so much sometimes.
Tim lies back on his bed with his phone still in his hand. A satisfied smile is on his face and his other hand covers his sticky dick. Matty hasn't forgotten him. He still needs him, and that means everything.