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[oldglory]

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[oldglory]

Yeah, well I'm hoping we can wrap it up soon. I'm not good at the sitting and waiting part.

[smashed]

[ Does he know TJ? ]

I can be really convincing when I want to be.

oh, i forgot. 2/3

[smashed]

Sounds boring. Do you have much longer?

[smashed]

Can I keep you entertained while you have time? ;)

1/2

[oldglory]

[ yeah but he can dream. ]

Depends on how fast we can track down the guy's location, if he doesn't give himself away first.

[oldglory]

Possibly. [ definitely. ] What'd you have in mind?

[smashed]

[ Does he want to dream about that, though? ]

Lame. Hope it's soon.

[ Read: he's bored and might miss him a tiny bit. ]

oops. just these two

[smashed]

Anyway. I don't know. Any number of things. I can talk about foreign trade or something mundane.

1/2 this is a fun guessing game

[oldglory]

[ maybe sometimes. for the most part, no. ]

Me too.

[ read: he misses tj right back. ]

[oldglory]

Maybe I'm still bad at this, but I think the winking face was implying something not mundane.

i like to keep you on your toes

[smashed]

Are you by yourself?

you're doing a good job

[oldglory]

Yeah. For now.

all part of the plan, friend.

[smashed]

[ One picture comes in of TJ's mouth—of which he's biting his bottom lip—and neck. From the looks of it, it's possible he doesn't have a shirt on.

The next one confirms that he is, in fact, not wearing a shirt. ]

thanks pal

[oldglory]

[ if steve was missing tj before, it's nothing compared to how he's missing him now. there aren't words to describe how badly he wants to be the one doing the biting in the first picture, but he still finds himself smiling as he taps out a response. there's about a minute's delay, which says everything steve's not. ]

Not cold, are you?

np np

[smashed]

[ Yeah, yeah. He definitely gets that. ]

Yeah. Freezing. Any ideas on how to warm up?

[oldglory]

[ he doesn't respond with the first extremely cheesy thing that comes to mind, but he definitely thinks about how much he wants to pull tj to him, wrap him in his arms and warm him up that way. that's not the game they're playing here. ]

A few.

[ a pause while he imagines it, the things he'd do—to tj—to achieve his next suggestion. ]

Helps to get your heart rate up.

[smashed]

[ He should suggest it. TJ might make fun of him for it, but he'd like to hear things like that, no matter how much he protests. ]

How should I do that?

[oldglory]

[ maybe he would suggest it if tj weren't so artfully diverting his attention. and if he didn't think tj would make fun of him for it. ]

You could do to yourself some of the things I wish I could do to you right now.

[ his face gets hot even as he types it, but he resists the urge to delete the message no matter how ridiculous he feels putting these things into words. ]

Obviously kissing is off the table, but you could [ he swallows ] touch yourself.

1/

[smashed]

[ He might want to get used to it, because he's going to get made fun of any time he slips into something sweet and/or romantic. ]

How should I touch myself, Steve?

[smashed]

[ Another picture of his neck comes through, his hand curled around the side.

It's followed by one of his upper arm with just ?? beneath it. ]

[smashed]

[ The next one is of most of his chest, his thumb and index finger pinching a nipple between them.

And the last one is a shot of him wearing these with one finger clearly teasing over the head of his cock. ]

d.

[smashed]

Any one of those strike your fancy?

1/2

[oldglory]

[ jesus. tj is going to kill him. pseudo-scientific experimentation and a world war and super-nazis and crash-landing into the arctic couldn't do it, but tj will. each picture is better than the last, though the first two are clearly teases. he doesn't care. it's where he would start if they were together, touching tj all over, worshiping him.

when he gets the third one though, his body responds with a tug behind his navel. at the last one, heat unfurls at the base of his spine, eliciting a noise that's between a groan and a laugh. ]

I can't believe you're wearing those.

[oldglory]

[ he's still grinning like an idiot when he finally answers the question, after several moments spent admiring the pictures (even if his brain can hardly reconcile the briefs that look like they belong to a 8-year-old with the suggestive tone of the picture). ]

All of them. But you're on track with the last one.

[ he's still wearing his suit but he wishes he weren't, his half-hard cock pushing against the fly. ]

1/3

[smashed]

Hey. They remind me of you. And not just because of the colors.