A/N : this chapter is not properly written And it's mostly a dialogue based chapter These characters are not minors! 1 8-19 Trying to act cool n stuff saying how he can use it whenever he wants and Connor “You probably can't even use your phone past 12 !” “What!? That's not true ! I can't use my phone whenever I want !” “Really? “ “Yes really.” Taylor crosses his arms in upset manner “Hm.. call me” “What?” Taylors heart sank Connor promptly grabbed a pen and paper out his bag and wrote his number down “Call me at 9pm ~ I've gotta go” “You just got here!?” “I can leave whenever I want !” (Timeskipp) Taylor in his bed looking at connors number on the paper it’s almost 9….and his dad already took his phone considering trying to sneak and get it but he’s afraid of the consequences putting the number under his pillow and sliding out of bed slowly tip toeing out of his room, staying close to the wall… His father down stairs drinking giving him the ability to sneak his phone back Taylor calling Connor at the time asked Striking Taylors heart Connors jerking off into the phone “Connor..?” he’s laying in bed with the phone to his ear, whispering he hears heavy breathing and moving around "you alone?" Heavily panting between "Um..uh.. yeah?.." "I'm jerking off right now ..you should join me" Taylor freezes his face a deep red picturing it getting all nervous and his voice shaky “w-what?…what’s wrong with you;;” "stop being a pussy..are you gonna do it or not?" Taylor  sits up in his bed looking down at his boxers only to hear Connors sinful encouragement in his ears "I thought you were cool…- You can say curse words all you want and use your phone at night .. Don't tell me you're afraid..” Taylors hand ghosted over his boxers a little “i-i’m not afraid…” Connor heavily exhaled “then do it bitch boy” Connor began jerking off harder "I wanna hear you moan... Like you did in church that one day…” Taylor’s hand moving into his boxers, feeling all guilty “what we did at church was wrong ….” hesitating deeply to stroke himself "but you liked it didn't you...? You liked when I made you feel hot like that .." Taylor swallows hard “…..even if i did…it…it’s still…” his fingers softly touch himself a little, he feels a shiver “bad…” "hmmm~? Cool boy doesn't like bad huh?" taylor’s fingers softly touch his dick “i-i…no…i mean hn” he bites his lip, his fingers touching his tip he doesn’t know how to argue with connors point "can't think of anything bitch boy?" Connor slows down his pace “im not a-a…bitch boy…” he bites his lip, feeling bad for swearing but he has a point to prove… his fingers start to stroke himself “hmn~” he makes a quiet little noise of pleasure, hand trembling around his phone “see.. ah i’m doing it hn” " do you think of me? " Taylors strokes lasting in long durations As Connor spoke into his ear "Do you think about how I touched you?" "Like that kiss we shared?” Taylor closing his eyes and imagining it, brows furrowed in pleasure “i-i.. ah..” his fingers move a little faster “hn…s-sometimes…” Feeling almost sinful to admit to… "I wanna kiss you like that again. .. I don't want you to kiss a girl like that…” Connor speaks heavier into the phone Taylor’s eyes opening at the last comment, his face all red as he keeps touching himself “w-why not…hn” he bites his lip softly “boys are supposed to like girls…” "but you like me right?" "That's not something you're supposed to do ...", Taylor whimpering softly into the phone “i…i don’t know…” he sounds conflicted and guilty “i don’t know if…if i like you…” "I like you...more then a girl would for you...." Stroking faster and heavy breathing into the phone Taylor’s heart began to feel funny “b-but…” he whines and his legs twitch a little, his little dick feeling all sensitive “I'm not allowed ah.. I can't..” "quit lying to me you bitch...." Stroking harder " I can't stand it when you lie..” Taylor bit his lip hard at Connors words, the way he spoke struck him in a familiar way “i'm not ah.. i’m not lying;;” taylor whined defensively “you know we can’t hn.. you know that” his eyes glanced at his door nervously "and yet you're still gonna cum to this any moment now ..." The pre cum seeping from his tip Taylor couldn’t help how aroused it made him when Connor spoke into his ear, and what he didn’t realize was the shame was helping him get off… “s-shut up..Uh hH” his back arched a little, he was so close…so close to cumming while on the phone with connor… "that's a good boy Isn't that what you like to hear? I bet goody two shoes loves it..” Taylor felt a wave of pleasure at the praise, he didn’t know why but it felt so good to hear…. “hNmh!” his hand moved faster, his little dick leaking desperately “a-aH…” taylor put the phone down on his chest, needing the other hand to muffle himself as he came in his boxers “HMPH! ..hNh..” “Hhghhh” Connor dropped his phone on the table his cum collecting itself in his palm of his hand Taylor flinching at the sound of connors phone dropping, his sticky hand quickly moving out of his wet boxers “h-hn;;C-connor…?” "I hate you.... But I like you” Taylor curling up and looking at his wet hand, holding the phone to his ear with his other hand “i…” before he can get another word in he hears a loud heavy footstep on the stairs and his breathing  stops “c-connor i have to go……”