For the past ten weeks, Wyatt has been out at a summer archeological dig, far from his boyfriend Jonah and any privacy or personal time. When at last he comes home, the main thing on his mind is fulfilling all the fantasies he had while he was gone.
After accidentally falling asleep before they could properly celebrate his return, Wyatt wakes up determined to show Jonah how much he missed him.
The clock on the bedside table informed Wyatt that it was barely after six. Since Wyatt had been a time zone away from their northern California home and had to get up at seven each morning to drive to the dig site, it didn’t surprise him that his internal clock thought he needed to get up. He didn’t have to go anywhere though. The school year hadn’t started yet, the dig season was over, and Jonah had gotten the rest of the week off from work so they could be together. Neither of them had any responsibilities today.
Wyatt relaxed into the bed. He closed his eyes and listened to Jonah snoring. He timed his own breath to match. He must have dozed off a little, because his thoughts briefly felt more vivid and dreamlike, but then Jonah shifted in his sleep and coughed loudly enough in the process to snap Wyatt awake again. Wyatt had been thinking about what he wished he and Jonah could have done last night. His flight had gotten in around nine-thirty, after most places to eat were closed, so Jonah ordered pizza for pickup and Wyatt ate three slices by the time they got home. After that, Wyatt took the most luxurious shower he had had in months, possibly still not enough to get all the dust and sand from his pores but at least he didn’t have to worry as much about water conservation. Full on the inside and clean on the outside, he promptly passed out as soon as he got comfy in bed. That was not the plan though. The plan had been to finally make good on all the teasing texts they had sent each other more and more frequently as this reunion approached. Wyatt felt bad for falling asleep instead, but the good news was he had plenty of opportunities now that he was home.
In his fantasies that had started to turn into dreams, Wyatt lay on his side, seductively stroking his hip and thigh as an invitation for Jonah to flip him one way or the other and make love to him. Since he most wanted to do it face-to-face, that was what happened in his dream. Jonah pinned him on his back with his knees up to his shoulders and fucked him deep. Between kisses he told Wyatt how much he missed him, and Wyatt in turn told Jonah about the terrible case of blue balls he had gotten over ten weeks with no privacy. Jonah smiled and assured him that that wouldn’t be a problem anymore. Then real life Jonah had accidentally jarred Wyatt back to full consciousness, leaving him unsatisfied once again.
Wyatt played with himself under the sheets. He massaged the base of his cock with two fingers. He didn’t want to cum by himself, not yet, but he needed stimulation. The problem with being out on an archaeological dig with a deadline was that everyone had to work as much as possible to clear the area, so his days were busy and exhausting and his free time was usually spent with an ice pack wrapped around his shoulder while he worked on the upcoming semester’s lecture plans and he couldn’t even jerk off in the shower because their cabins had a limited water supply so if he took longer than five minutes the site director would reprimand him for being wasteful. Even just touching himself under the covers in his cabin was risky because there was no telling when someone in the other bunks would roll over and look his way. Wyatt relished the ability to work himself up to a full erection, even if he wanted to wait to fully take care of it.
In fact, he was so focused on finally pleasuring himself yet not taking too much pleasure in it, he didn’t notice Jonah had woken up until his boyfriend slid one hand down the V of his hip to cup his balls. Wyatt gasped and writhed, eliciting a chuckle from Jonah. “Good morning,” Jonah murmured. “Having fun all by yourself?”
“Waiting for you,” Wyatt said, his brain scrambling to piece coherent words together. “Not so fun by myself.”
“Mmm, well seems you’re enjoying it a little ...”
