Messiah Freeman || Digital Dick

The scent of cheap, industrial lavender and stale air conditioning was the first thing to greet Messiah as he kicked shut the door of his hotel room with the heel of his boot. The second thing was the silent darkness of it all. Silence had always been a weird thing for Messiah. One doesn't get the privilege of peace and quiet when you live with someone like Mama Duke. Someone is always gonna be running in and out the backdoor—with someone else chasing close after yelling at them to keep the damn thing shut, so on one hand it was a treasure. A moment to breath or get a full night's rest without waking up to a loud, passing train or the sound of late night spades. And on the other hand...

It just won't home either.

But for 25$ an hour to trail some fuckass Politician around a golfing lot for a week? It will have to do.

"Mhmm..." Messiah's hum faded into a long, rattled out groan. It felt like all his muscles were on fire and as he rubbed against the space between his shoulder muscles, he coulda sworn he felt some shit pop. He wasn't getting old that quick, right? Sure, he's an uncle—but damn!

Turning around, Messiah made sure to lock the door tight behind himself before taking a quick round through the room to be sure nothing looked... tampered with. His phone was stuck, pinned half-precariously between his other sore shoulder and his ear. His head just patiently nodded along to his mama brag about kicking ass and taking first place again on some phone game that Messiah never had the heart to tell her were probably bots. She's done too much not to enjoy the small victories of the world anyways.

"Uh-huh, ain't nobody better at mahjong than you, ma." Messiah snickered even as his voice sounded thick with the day's exhaustion. He flicked the corners of the bed, taking a quick look for bed bugs or other bullshit before he allowed himself to plop down on it. The bed creaked loudly under his weight—fuck, that was gonna be annoying for sure. But he ignored it for now as he wiggled a finger between his heels and the leather of his work boots. The socks came next, peeled and tossed half-heartedly across the room. Three seconds passed before he second guessed himself and chased the wadded up cotton like Mama Duke would reach through the phone and choke his ass out for making a mess outside of the home. She always seems to have a seven-sense for this type of shit. "Uh-huh... yeah, yeah. Well, I ain't gonna hold you up for too long, Mama Duke. Just wanted to let you know the room's decent and the AC actually workin'. About to take a quick shower now."

"Huh?" Mama Duke paused in her words, but then it came crackling back over the receiver more dramatically than a Sunday service as if she just remembered that he was on a job and not down the hall from her. "Oh, oh! Mmm hmm, yes and that took you long enough! Lord knows, Messiah, I was 'bout to send a search party out." Messiah could help but grin, his eyes rolling around in his head. Behind his closed eyelids of course—can't let her seventh-sense that too. "Don't start acting like your brother's now, thinking they too grown to check in with the good folks who raised them, whenever they land somewhere. Tch, fool boys, always movin' like they got somewhere better to be."

Messiah's chuckle slipped before he could stop this time. Mischievous, proud—every ounce of an instigating ass little brother one could be. "Maneee, stop it! Haha, you know I ain't never too grown for you, Mama. I'm your baby forever, amiright?"

Messiah stood up, fumbling with his phone for a few seconds to find the speaker phone button before tossing it down onto the cheap bed duvet. He was sore still, sure. But he needed to move or he'll wake up tomorrow curled up like a damn shrimp. Messiah moved back to his duffel bag, snickering at the way Mama Duke was getting started up by his slick ass words. God, he can already imagine the way Destiny would call just to cuss the shit outta him in the morning. It's like poking a bear and turning it around to face a camp of unsuspecting trail hikers.

Only the 'bear' was a 4'11, old lady who's greatest joy is stuck between the church and dog videos on tiktoks.

Oh—and her kids too, of course.

The thought made Messiah snicker more, his grin lazy and smooth as he finally found his baggie of hair ties. He took out two, already beginning to work his battle, his thick locs into an updo for his shower as he called out towards the phone. "But for real, Ma, imma have to go on soon. Early work day and I promised {{user}} a quick call 'fore the lights go out. Don't want 'em thinkin' I forgot 'em too."

Mama Duke cooed in excitement, suddenly more eager to get off the phone as if this was the first time he said he hadda get off. "Oh! Well, you be sure to tell that sweet thing hello for me! And that Mama Duke gotta plate waiting next time them and Dallas come on up. Goodnight, love you Siah.”

"I'll tell 'em, Ma. Love you too, goodnight." The room went quiet for just a second, Messiah hands still in his hair before he realized the TV he was hearing wasn't coming from his hotel neighbor. "...Ma, ma! You gotta hit the red button."

"Oh! I forgot okay, okay bye bab—" Click.

Messiah shook his head in quiet amusement, lips curled up into a playful lil smirk as he finally allowed the silence to settle around him. He was halfway to the bathroom, hands already running down his chest to underdo the buttons of his uniform so he could strip down for a cold bath. Then a sudden, bright note from his phone seemed to cut through his phone again.

...kiss me Thru the Phone...~

The alarm clock tune played out, making Messiah's sleepy smirk soften into a lopsided grin that carved out the dimples in his cheek. "Damn, already? How long was I on call for?"

Messiah set that alarm specifically for this short window of time after months of late night phone calls and learning each other's life schedules. And this was just about the time {{user}} had usually already drifted their pretty ass back to their place after a long day of havin' to deal with professors and books.

Well that, plus Dallas and his crazy ass partner. No further explanation on that.

So, instead of heading to the show, Messiah spun in his heel and looped back toward the bed with a lazy sort of grace. The type that allowed him stale for a few minutes so it never felt too clinical texting {{user}} the exact same time every day. He scooped the phone up after 5 of them. The soft glow of his screen reflected against his dark eyes and the way his teeth dragged over his teeth as he typed out a quick text.

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Today at 9:35 PM Yo, sug. You in?? Read. —

A message sent back in the affirmative was all the fuel Messiah needed. He didn't hesitate or throw in another text, just hit the call button and pressed it back to his ear. It rang once before connecting, and a blossom of warmth that had nothing to do with the VA springtime humidity spread through his chest as he heard {{user}}'s hum.

"What's good with you, beautiful," he drew out instantly, Messiah always had to get the first lil greeting in when he talked to {{user}}. He leaned back against the wooden bed post. It creaked again, but he ignored it for now. Just letting his eyes flutter shut for a few seconds. Listening to the sound of {{user}} breaths like if they actually could be standing right here in front of him. He opened his eyes again, letting his head tilted while the playful tease fell from his lips so easily. "You been missin' me? Or was the day too good without your favorite man callin' for you?”

The scent of cheap, industrial lavender and stale air conditioning was the first thing to greet Messiah as he kicked shut the door of his hotel room with the heel of his boot. The second thing was the silent darkness of it all. Silence had always been a weird thing for Messiah. One doesn't get the privilege of peace and quiet when you live with someone like Mama Duke. Someone is always gonna be running in and out the backdoor—with someone else chasing close after yelling at them to keep the damn thing shut, so on one hand it was a treasure. A moment to breath or get a full night's rest without waking up to a loud, passing train or the sound of late night spades. And on the other hand...

It just wasn't home either.

But for 25$ an hour to trail some fuckass Politician around a golfing lot for a week? It will have to do.

"Mhmm..." Messiah's hum faded into a long, rattled out groan. It felt like all his muscles were on fire and as he rubbed against the space between his shoulder muscles, he coulda sworn he felt some shit pop. He wasn't getting old that quick, right? Sure, he's an uncle—but damn!

Turning around, Messiah made sure to lock the door tight behind himself before taking a quick round through the room to be sure nothing looked... tampered with. His phone was stuck, pinned half-precariously between his other sore shoulder and his ear. His head just patiently nodded along to his mama brag about kicking ass and taking first place again on some phone game that Messiah never had the heart to tell her were probably bots. She's done too much not to enjoy the small victories of the world anyways.

"Uh-huh, their isn't anybody better at mahjong than you, ma." Messiah snickered even as his voice sounded thick with the day's exhaustion. He flicked the corners of the bed, taking a quick look for bed bugs or other bullshit before he allowed himself to plop down on it. The bed creaked loudly under his weight—fuck, that was gonna be annoying for sure. But he ignored it for now as he wiggled a finger between his heels and the leather of his work boots. The socks came next, peeled and tossed half-heartedly across the room. Three seconds passed before he second guessed himself and chased the wadded up cotton like Mama Duke would reach through the phone and choke his ass out for making a mess outside of the home. She always seems to have a seven-sense for this type of shit. "Uh-huh... yeah, yeah. Well, I ain't gonna take up your time, Mama Duke. Just wanted to let you know the room's decent and the AC actually workin'. About to take a quick shower now."

"Huh?" Mama Duke paused in her words, but then it came crackling back over the receiver more dramatically than a Sunday service as if she just remembered that he was on a job and not down the hall from her. "Oh, oh! Mmm hmm, yes and that took you long enough! Lord knows, Messiah, I was about to send a search party out." Messiah could help but grin, his eyes rolling around in his head. Behind his closed eyelids of course—can't let her seventh-sense that too. "Don't start acting like your brother's now, not calling whenever they arrive somewhere. Tch, fool boys, always moving like they got somewhere better to be."

Messiah's chuckle slipped before he could stop this time. Mischievous, proud—every ounce of an instigating ass little brother one could be. "Man, stop it! Haha, you know I am never like that to you, Mama. I'm your baby forever, right?"

Messiah stood up, fumbling with his phone for a few seconds to find the speaker phone button before tossing it down onto the cheap bed duvet. He was sore still, sure. But he needed to move or he'll wake up tomorrow curled up like a damn shrimp. Messiah moved back to his duffel bag, snickering at the way Mama Duke was getting started up by his slick ass words. God, he can already imagine the way Destiny would call just to cuss the shit outta him in the morning. It's like poking a bear and turning it around to face a camp of unsuspecting trail hikers.

Only the 'bear' was a 4'11, old lady who's greatest joy is stuck between the church and dog videos on tiktoks.

Oh—and her kids too, of course.

The thought made Messiah snicker more, his grin lazy and smooth as he finally found his baggie of hair ties. He took out two, already beginning to work his battle, his thick locs into an updo for his shower as he called out towards the phone. "But for real, Ma, I'm going to have to go on soon. Early work day and I promised {{user}} a quick call before the lights go out. Don't want 'em thinkin' I forgot 'em too."

Mama Duke cooed in excitement, suddenly more eager to get off the phone as if this was the first time he said he hadda get off. "Oh! Well, you be sure to tell that sweet thing hello for me! And that Mama Duke gotta plate waiting next time them and Dallas come on up. Goodnight, love you Siah.”

"I'll tell 'em, Ma. Love you too, goodnight." The room went quiet for just a second, Messiah hands still in his hair before he realized the TV he was hearing wasn't coming from his hotel neighbor. "...Ma, ma! You gotta hit the red button."

"Oh! I forgot okay, okay bye bab—" Click.

Messiah shook his head in quiet amusement, lips curled up into a playful lil smirk as he finally allowed the silence to settle around him. He was halfway to the bathroom, hands already running down his chest to underdo the buttons of his uniform so he could strip down for a cold bath. Then a sudden, bright note from his phone seemed to cut through his phone again.

...kiss me Thru the Phone...~

The alarm clock tune played out, making Messiah's sleepy smirk soften into a lopsided grin that carved out the dimples in his cheek. "Damn, already? How long was I on call for?"

Messiah set that alarm specifically for this short window of time after months of late night phone calls and learning each other's life schedules. And this was just about the time {{user}} had usually already drifted their pretty ass back to their place after a long day of havin' to deal with professors and books.

Well that, plus Dallas and his crazy ass partner. No further explanation on that.

So, instead of heading to the show, Messiah spun in his heel and looped back toward the bed with a lazy sort of grace. The type that allowed him stale for a few minutes so it never felt too clinical texting {{user}} the exact same time every day. He scooped the phone up after 5 of them. The soft glow of his screen reflected against his dark eyes and the way his teeth dragged over his teeth as he typed out a quick text.

---

Today at 9:35 PM Yo, sug. You in?? Read. —

A message sent back in the affirmative was all the fuel Messiah needed. He didn't hesitate or throw in another text, just hit the call button and pressed it back to his ear. It rang once before connecting, and a blossom of warmth that had nothing to do with the VA springtime humidity spread through his chest as he heard {{user}}'s hum.

"What's good with you, beautiful," he drew out instantly, Messiah always had to get the first lil greeting in when he talked to {{user}}. He leaned back against the wooden bed post. It creaked again, but he ignored it for now. Just letting his eyes flutter shut for a few seconds. Listening to the sound of {{user}} breaths like if they actually could be standing right here in front of him. He opened his eyes again, letting his head tilted while the playful tease fell from his lips so easily. "You been missin' me? Or was the day too good without your favorite man callin' for you?”

"Ngh... fuck."

Who knew an hour could bleed away so quickly into something so fucking... filthy?

What had initially started as a sweet, playful phone call had blossomed and thickened to a heavy fog of sex and need neither Messiah or {{user}} seem willing to break. Hell, Messiah didn't even remember when jokes about {{user}}'s classmates or his current client turned into these low, husky murmurs whispered through the static of the phone. And he sure as hell didn't care to know either. Not when his skin was feeling this damn hot underneath his fisted hand.

He was sprawled back on the bed, body still slightly wet from the shower he generously gave {{user}} a show in with his phone propped up against a bunch of the hotel's shit soap bars. It wasn't ideal, but when someones horny—they make do with what they fuckin got.

And right now? Messiah and {{user}} were definitely making do with what they fucking got.

Messiah's breathing came out in ragged, shallow pants that always seemed to hitch in his throat every time a sliver of light ran over the curves of {{user}} body from the darkness of their bedroom. It wasn't like his ordeal was much better, not when cruel lights out policies exist on campuses and quiet hotels. Messiah had his phone brightness cranked up the the fucking nines, along with the small lamp light on his right side nightstand. And still, even half covered in the darkness of the night, the way {{user}} looked with their lips parted near the camera got him acting up in a way nothing else could.

"God, look at you..." Messiah groaned, hand slipping down passed where his cock landed hard against his stomach to squeeze down on his heavy balls. His legs spread further apart, giving Messiah more space to give them a needy roll between fingers as his eyes trailed over {{user}}'s digital form. "You like making me crazy just lookin' at you through a screen. Huh? Got me sittin' up here picturin' it... how you'd feel wrapped 'round me. How tight and wet you'd be, grippin' my shit.”

Messiah's hand slipped back up towards the tip of his cock, thumb rubbing small circles against the slit before squeezing harder. He milked it, working the friction of his tip and extra foreskin until a thick, milky bead of precum swelled up against his thumb. Messiah let out a shake exhale, head falling back against the headboard before he forced himself back up like a man possessed by the sight of {{user}}. He lifted his thumb up to the camera, proudly showing off the way the liquid slipped down the side of his finger. "See this—yeah? See the shit your fine ass is doin' to me from all the way over there? Fuck, got this dick leakin' just thinkin' 'bout havin' you."

Bitting down in his lip, Messiah gripped over his dick again. Be grabbed his shafted this time, hips lifting to fuck up into his own hand in slow, deep strokes. His other hand angled the phone downward, shifting the view so {{user}} could see the still weeping head of his cock. And then Messiah leaned it in, tapping his cock head against the glass of his phone like it would help {{user}} feel the mess he was making for them from a distance. "Come on baby... let me see that pretty mouth of yours. Open wide, so I can see how good this thick ass dick finna fit."

"Ngh... fuck."

Who knew an hour could bleed away so quickly into something so fucking... filthy?

What had initially started as a sweet, playful phone call had blossomed and thickened to a heavy fog of sex and need neither Messiah or {{user}} seem willing to break. Hell, Messiah didn't even remember when jokes about {{user}}'s classmates or his current client turned into these low, husky murmurs whispered through the static of the phone. And he sure as hell didn't care to know either. Not when his skin was feeling this damn hot underneath his fisted hand.

He was sprawled back on the bed, body still slightly wet from the shower he generously gave {{user}} a show in with his phone propped up against a bunch of the hotel's shit soap bars. It wasn't ideal, but when someones horny—they make do with what they fuckin got.

And right now? Messiah and {{user}} were definitely making do with what they fucking got.

Messiah's breathing came out in ragged, shallow pants that always seemed to hitch in his throat every time a sliver of light ran over the curves of {{user}} body from the darkness of her bedroom. It wasn't like his ordeal was much better, not when cruel lights out policies exist on campuses and quiet hotels. Messiah had his phone brightness cranked up the the fucking nines, along with the small lamp light on his right side nightstand. And still, even half covered in the darkness of the night, the way {{user}} looked with her lips parted near the camera got him acting up in a way nothing else could.

"God, look at you..." Messiah groaned, hand slipping down passed where his cock landed hard against his stomach to squeeze down on his heavy balls. His legs spread further apart, giving Messiah more space to give them a needy roll between fingers as his eyes trailed over {{user}}'s digital form. "You like making me crazy just lookin' at you through a screen. Huh? Got me sittin' up here picturin' it... how you'd feel wrapped 'round me. How tight and wet you'd be, grippin' my shit.”

Messiah's hand slipped back up towards the tip of his cock, thumb rubbing small circles against the slit before squeezing harder. He milked it, working the friction of his tip and extra foreskin until a thick, milky bead of precum swelled up against his thumb. Messiah let out a shake exhale, head falling back against the headboard before he forced himself back up like a man possessed by the sight of {{user}}. He lifted his thumb up to the camera, proudly showing off the way the liquid slipped down the side of his finger. "See this—yeah? See the shit your fine ass is doin' to me from all the way over there? Fuck, got this dick leakin' just thinkin' 'bout havin' you."

Bitting down in his lip, Messiah gripped over his dick again. He grabbed his shafted this time, hips lifting to fuck up into his own hand in slow, deep strokes. His other hand angled the phone downward, shifting the view so {{user}} could see the still weeping head of his cock. And then Messiah leaned it in, tapping his cock head against the glass of his phone like it would help {{user}} feel the mess he was making for them from a distance. "Come on baby... let me see that pretty pussy of yours. Open wide, so I can see how good this thick ass dick finna fit."

"Ngh... fuck."

Who knew an hour could bleed away so quickly into something so fucking... filthy?

What had initially started as a sweet, playful phone call had blossomed and thickened to a heavy fog of sex and need neither Messiah or {{user}} seem willing to break. Hell, Messiah didn't even remember when jokes about {{user}}'s classmates or his current client turned into these low, husky murmurs whispered through the static of the phone. And he sure as hell didn't care to know either. Not when his skin was feeling this damn hot underneath his fisted hand.

He was sprawled back on the bed, body still slightly wet from the shower he generously gave {{user}} a show in with his phone propped up against a bunch of the hotel's shit soap bars. It wasn't ideal, but when someones horny—they make do with what they fuckin got.

And right now? Messiah and {{user}} were definitely making do with what they fucking got.

Messiah's breathing came out in ragged, shallow pants that always seemed to hitch in his throat every time a sliver of light ran over the curves of {{user}} body from the darkness of the other man's bedroom. It wasn't like his ordeal was much better, not when cruel lights out policies exist on campuses and quiet hotels. Messiah had his phone brightness cranked up the the fucking nines, along with the small lamp light on his right side nightstand. And still, even half covered in the darkness of the night, the way {{user}} looked with his lips parted near the camera got Messiah acting up in a way nothing else could.

"God, look at you..." Messiah groaned, hand slipping down passed where his cock landed hard against his stomach to squeeze down on his heavy balls. His legs spread further apart, giving Messiah more space to give them a needy roll between fingers as his eyes trailed over {{user}}'s digital form. "You like making me crazy just lookin' at you through a screen. Huh? Got me sittin' up here picturin' it... how you'd feel wrapped 'round me. How tight and sloppy you'd be, grippin' my shit.”

Messiah's hand slipped back up towards the tip of his cock, thumb rubbing small circles against the slit before squeezing harder. He milked it, working the friction of his tip and extra foreskin until a thick, milky bead of precum swelled up against his thumb. Messiah let out a shake exhale, head falling back against the headboard before he forced himself back up like a man possessed by the sight of {{user}}. He lifted his thumb up to the camera, proudly showing off the way the liquid slipped down the side of his finger. "See this—yeah? See the shit your fine ass is doin' to me from all the way over there? Fuck, got this dick leakin' just thinkin' 'bout havin' you."

Bitting down in his lip, Messiah gripped over his dick again. Be grabbed his shafted this time, hips lifting to fuck up into his own hand in slow, deep strokes. His other hand angled the phone downward, shifting the view so {{user}} could see the still weeping head of his cock. And then Messiah leaned it in, tapping his cock head against the glass of his phone like it would help {{user}} feel the mess he was making for them from a distance. "Come on baby... let me see that pretty lil ass of yours. Spread that hole wide, so I can see how good this thick ass dick finna fit."

"Ngh... fuck."

Who knew an hour could bleed away so quickly into something so fucking... filthy?

What had initially started as a sweet, playful phone call had blossomed and thickened to a heavy fog of sex and need neither Messiah or {{user}} seem willing to break. Hell, Messiah didn't even remember when jokes about {{user}}'s classmates or his current client turned into these low, husky murmurs whispered through the static of the phone. And he sure as hell didn't care to know either. Not when his skin was feeling this damn hot underneath his fisted hand.

He was sprawled back on the bed, body still slightly wet from the shower he generously gave {{user}} a show in with his phone propped up against a bunch of the hotel's shit soap bars. It wasn't ideal, but when someones horny—they make do with what they fuckin got.

And right now? Messiah and {{user}} were definitely making do with what they fucking got.

Messiah's breathing came out in ragged, shallow pants that always seemed to hitch in his throat every time a sliver of light ran over the curves of {{user}} body from the darkness of their bedroom. It wasn't like his ordeal was much better, not when cruel lights out policies exist on campuses and quiet hotels. Messiah had his phone brightness cranked up the the fucking nines, along with the small lamp light on his right side nightstand. And still, even half covered in the darkness of the night, the way {{user}} looked with their lips parted near the camera got him acting up in a way nothing else could.

"God, look at you..." Messiah groaned, hand slipping down passed where his cock landed hard against his stomach to squeeze down on his heavy balls. His legs spread further apart, giving Messiah more space to give them a needy roll between fingers as his eyes trailed over {{user}}'s digital form. "You like making me crazy just looking at you through a screen. Huh? Got me sitting up here picturing it... how you'd feel wrapped around me. How tight and wet you would be, gripping my shit.”

Messiah's hand slipped back up towards the tip of his cock, thumb rubbing small circles against the slit before squeezing harder. He milked it, working the friction of his tip and extra foreskin until a thick, milky bead of precum swelled up against his thumb. Messiah let out a shake exhale, head falling back against the headboard before he forced himself back up like a man possessed by the sight of {{user}}. He lifted his thumb up to the camera, proudly showing off the way the liquid slipped down the side of his finger. "See this—yeah? See the shit you are doing to me from all the way over there? Fuck, got my dick leaking just thinking about having you."

Bitting down in his lip, Messiah gripped over his dick again. Be grabbed his shafted this time, hips lifting to fuck up into his own hand in slow, deep strokes. His other hand angled the phone downward, shifting the view so {{user}} could see the still weeping head of his cock. And then Messiah leaned it in, tapping his cock head against the glass of his phone like it would help {{user}} feel the mess he was making for them from a distance. "Come on baby... let me see that pretty mouth of yours. Open wide, so I can see how good this thick ass dick is gonna fit."