Damian Wayne (grownup_robin) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-18 22:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alyssa hamilton, damian wayne (robin) |
Who: Damian Wayne and Alyssa Hamilton
What: Alyssa is at college orientation. Phone sex ensues.
When: Sunday, August 18th. Evening
Where: Damian's room at the Hamilton house and Alyss'a room at UCI
Rating: NC-17 for Phone Sex
Status: Complete!
Alyssa had left early for the start of her Freshman Orientation at UCI and despite the fact that she wasn’t going to be living there, she was going to have to spend the night, which meant that Damian was alone that night with no one else but Nancy for company and the more time he spent around Nancy, the more awkward the conversations became. He’d spent the majority of the day out, had gone to see Bran and done some other things before going back to the house where he’d actually eaten dinner with Nancy, but then she’d started asking him what he was planning on doing for the evening since Alyssa wasn’t around then proceeded to tell him that she was going over her boyfriend’s after dinner so he didn’t have to worry about trying to keep quiet. If a sinkhole could have opened up underneath him just then, he would have welcomed it.
After dinner, despite the fact that Nancy was not going to be home, Damian went to his room and tried watching a movie before he decided to give Alyssa a call and see how her first day of orientation went.
Alyssa was glad she’d gotten a private room. She’d never gotten on well with girls her own age, and the ones nattering on about how hopefully they’d meet boooooys~ had made Alyssa want to shoot them all in the throat.
So when her phone rang and she saw it was Damian, Alyssa answered it with a grin. “Thank god,” she laughed.
Damian laughed as Alyssa picked up and laid back on his bed, the movie still playing, but he wasn’t really paying attention to it now, “Is it that bad? Is American college worse than you thought it’d be? You could probably still drop out, you know.” He was teasing of course. He was glad that she was going to college and since she was going to be living at home it wasn’t like this arrangement was going to be permanent; it was just for two days, but he still missed her. This was the first night since they’d gotten together that they were spending apart.
“I could, but then I’d never be able to take care of you.” She smiled and looked down at her hands. “Do I sound clingy if I say I miss you?” She hated the dorm beds, and was super glad that she’d only be sleeping in it the two nights. “I’ve learned not a thing, by the way.”
"Hey! I totally plan on getting my GED soon and then I'll be going to school too. So it's not like I'll be hanging around the house scratching myself." Damian teased, smirking a bit. Now that he was seventeen and things seemed to be settling, both in their relationship and in the OC, he planned on looking into getting his GED again. "You only sound clingy if I'd sound clingy too."
“I don’t mind if you do that, you know.” She teased him a little, but only because she liked teasing him and knew he was fond of it as well. “Oh, good. I don’t sound mad. Clingy is something I don’t want to be.”
“Admit it, you just want me to sit around and look pretty, don’t you?” Damian teased her right back, happy that they had a relationship where they could be completely honest, even if it sometimes turned into an argument. However, this was not one of those times an argument would ensue. Instead, this was one of those times when they could simply tease each other back and forth, because all either of them wanted was just to hear each other’s voice. “I mean, it makes sense that we’d miss each other. This is the first time we’ve actually been apart since we started dating with the exception of those fews days where I was a complete idiot.” Yeah, Damian really didn’t want to revisit that.
“Oh, yes. You’re my trophy boyfriend. That’s why you’re younger.” She giggled, laying back and closing her eyes. “You weren’t a complete idiot. You were seventy-five percent idiotic.” She smiled a little, still teasing, but mostly just fond.
“Oh yeah, so much younger.” Damian chuckled, running a hand through his hair as he adjusted the phone against his ear, “Well, it’s good to know that I wasn’t completely idiotic.” He still hated the fact that he’d upset her so much that time, but they’d gotten through it and were better than ever, “So, are you sharing a room with other girls?”
She smiled and chuckled at the ceiling. “Hey, I’m still being all illegal with you being underage. Your laws here are stupid, you know.” Back home, they’d have both been past age of consent and life would’ve made sense. “Oh, no, I’m alone, thank god. The other girls are a bit insufferable.”
“I don’t think you’re gonna go to jail though. I mean, I’m not gonna turn you in and your mom definitely isn’t. So, unless someone else does, I think you’re safe.” Now that Damian was seventeen, he didn’t feel so much younger than Alyssa like he had a few months earlier even though there really wasn’t even a year between them since they’d both been seventeen for about two months or so, “How’d you get a single room?”
“I doubt anyone else is going to. And I have no idea how I got a single room. There just must’ve been an odd number of people. I did flirt with the guy giving us housing assignments, though.” She hoped he realized she was joking.
“Oh, so that’s what you do when we’re not together to get what you want, huh?” A few months earlier he probably would have been insecure enough to wonder if she’d actually flirted with some random guy, but he knew that she was only joking and he trusted her more than anyone, “Maybe tomorrow I’ll go flirt with the girl at Starbucks to get a free coffee.” Two could play this game. He knew that if he’d said he’d go flirt with Bran, so would have given him her blessing, so he’d had to go for some random person.
“If it works, why not?” She chuckled, a low pitched thing that was the surest sign she was teasing. “For the record, I was joking. I didn’t really flirt with anyone. In fact, I’m sure they all think I’m a snobby bitch. It’s just that this whole thing is pointless. I’ve learned where the library is, and I already knew that. That’s literally the only useful thing we’ve done. Everything else is trying to get me to buy sports team merchandise.”
“I would make a joke about that, but I have no idea what their team is.” Damian glanced at his tv where the credits of the movie he’d been watching were scrolling up the screen. “What are they supposed to be showing you?” He knew that Alyssa had mentioned it before, but he couldn’t remember at the moment.
“Nor I. I’ve been ignoring them. And I have no idea what they’re supposed to be showing us. I just wish this wasn’t mandatory. I’d sneak out but they do a headcount.” Alyssa wrinkled her nose.
“A headcount? What are you first graders?” Damian chuckled as he reached for the remote and turned off the dvd player then the tv, “I wish you could sneak out though. Your mom was being all awkward at dinner. She asked me what I was going to do without you around and said I didn’t have to worry about being loud cause she was going to her boyfriend’s.” Honestly, most mothers wouldn’t encourage a teenage boy to masterbate.
“We do have to walk in queues.” Alyssa wrinkled her nose. But then she laughed long and loud when she heard what Damian and her mother had talked about. “You’ve met my mum, Damian, you had to know she assumed you were going to hold some weird masturbateathon.”
Damian had expected Alyssa to laugh, so it wasn’t as if he was upset by it, “Oh, and what were you going to do tonight without me there?” He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t contemplated driving over to the school to see Alyssa, but sometimes the people in charge of the orientations were weird about non students showing up, “And you can’t see it, but I’m pouting right now.”
“I was going to read and then go to sleep. They don’t even have cable. It’s almost as if they want me to hate the dorms so I’ll appreciate not living in them. Or they’re trying to scare away the people who are going to live in them. Warn them of their fate.” She smiled at the idea of him pouting and stretched. “Oh, I’m sorry, darling. I’ll make it up to you when I get home. I do think I may leave after tomorrow - they said tomorrow night is optional, thank god.”
“How barbaric.” Damian laughed and shifted on the bed a little, “Did they serve you gruel for dinner too?” He really was glad that Alyssa wasn’t going to be living in the dorms, because if one night apart was this boring, he couldn’t imagine what it’d be like for a whole semester. Yes, Damian had become very used to having Alyssa around. Of course they spent time apart, but not quite like this. “And how exactly are you going to make it up to me?”
“Dorm food. I opted for cereal and toast.” She wrinkled her nose, hoping her stomach wouldn’t start growling in the middle of the night. “I figured I’d make you dinner one night. Why, what did you have in mind?”
“Just dinner?” He asked, biting his bottom lip. It should have been obvious what he was hinting at and he wasn’t sure if Alyssa was just messing with him or if she hadn’t picked up on it just yet so he decided to be a little less vague, “I mean, I’m here all alone tonight with just my hand.” It wasn’t as if they had sex every night, so Damian wasn’t exactly having sex withdrawals or anything, but every now and then he felt like he had to show Alyssa that he could initiate things, such as on her birthday.
She laughed brightly at that, dropping her voice to a purr. She’d only ever even almost had phone sex once, and that had been with Logan. But she figured she knew what the steps were well enough, and she was glad that she had a private room. “I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do to help you right now?”
Well that wasn’t exactly what Damian had been getting at, but this really was the perfect opportunity for them to give phone sex a try. After all, they lived in the same house and having phone sex from their respective rooms was just silly when their rooms were only separated by a bathroom, “Well....you could start my telling me what you’re wearing.” He was actually glad that Alyssa wasn’t actually there, because he could feel his cheeks flushing and he wanted to sound confident and like he knew what he was doing.
She knew that he didn’t know what he was doing. Or if he did, she figured he didn’t know that much more than her. “I was getting ready for bed, so just a t-shirt and panties. What about you?” She smiled and stretched a little.
Damian closed his eyes as she described what she was wearing, easily picturing her in it, “One of my shirts?” He wouldn’t have been surprised if she had taken one of his t-shirts to sleep in, “I was in bed watching a movie, so boxer shorts and a wife beater.”
“The red one,” she admitted. She loved taking his shirts, if only because they smelled like him. “But not so much the panties now.” She wiggled out of them, giggling as she stood up to double check on the lock to her door.
Damian loved the way she looked in his t-shirts, because he was so much taller than her that they were perfect for her for nightshirts. While he couldn’t see if she was actually taking off her panties, he really didn’t think Alyssa would say it if she wasn’t actually doing it. “Shit...just thinking about you without any panties is making me hard.” His free hand, which wasn’t holding his phone, toyed with the waistband of his boxers.
She bit her lower lip, closing her eyes as she cuddled back into the really uncomfortable bed. “You make it sound like you fancy me or something,” she teased. But she had to admit, the way Damian’s voice pitched a little lower when he was turned on made her shift her hips as well.
“Well, I am kind of fond of you,” Damian smirked, his fingers slipping, ever so slightly, under the band of his boxers, “So, what’re you doing now?” Again, he wasn’t sure if he was doing this right, but he was simply winging it as best he could.
“Thinking about you. Feeling guilty about the person who has to change these sheets tomorrow.” She wished that Damian could come visit her, but they weren’t allowing anyone but family members. And if she said he was her brother and then went to the bedroom to proceed to shag him, that would’ve been a bit suspect.
And there there was the part where Alyssa had a British accent and Damian obviously did not. “Guess it sucks to be them,” Damian bit his bottom lip and shifted his hips slightly on the bed, slowly becoming aroused as he recalled what Alyssa had said months earlier about getting aroused whenever she thought about him, “Are...are you wet?” His cheeks flushed again, but he tried to ignore it otherwise he was going to wind up becoming too self conscience and calling an end to this before anything actually happened.
She whimpered a bit, unable to hold back. The little gasp he’d taken made her flush when she was around him, but over the phone it was sort of magnified. “Yeah,” she murmured. Hell. She abandoned any pretense of them not getting off on the phone with each other and simply started to let her fingers play over her groin.
That whimper, which Damian loved so much, went straight to his cock, which tented the front of his boxer shorts now. Sometimes it amazed him just how fast he could get an erection, but then again he was a teenage boy. “Are you touching yourself?” When Damian’s hand had slid into his boxers, he wasn’t exactly sure; he’d gotten a tad bit distracted by the way her voice sounded when she was turned on; her accent most of all.
It got a bit more broad when she was aroused, and she gasped a bit when she stopped teasing herself and finally just started to let her fingers circle her clitoris, outright moaning a bit. “Of course I am. Why aren’t you?”
Well she told him. “Fuck, I hope those walls are thick,” As his fingers encircled his cock, he gasped slightly, followed by a groan as he began stroking his hard length, slowly, not wanting to get off too quickly. That would definitely ruin the mood. “I...I never thought just hearing you would make me this hard.”
“Who cares if they are are not? They can think I’m having an orgy in here for all I care.” Alyssa spread her legs a bit wider, pushing her hips up into her fingertips. “Same. I mean, I’ve done this before, but god, I like it better now because I can imagine you doing it.” She shuddered a bit, closing her eyes. “You know I’m going to have to pin you down tomorrow.”
And god, did Damian wish he was the one touching Alyssa, “You think you’re strong enough?” He groaned, hips bucking off the bed a little as he rubbed his thumb over the head of his cock, which wasn’t quite as easy with his boxers still on, “Damn boxers are in the way. Hold on.” He set the phone down on his nightstand and wiggled out of his boxer, hissing as the waistband caught on the head of his cock briefly. Once they were bunched up at the foot of his bed, under the blankets, he reached for the phone and resumed his stroking, “What’re you doing? Have you put your fingers inside yet?”
“I know I am. And not yet, no.” She bit her lower lip. “I was thinking about pinning you down and going down on you until you come, just because it’s fun making you make that noise you do when you don’t want to come but you do anyway.” She curled her toes and wiggled her hips a bit, speeding up. “I want to get you off until you hurt, Damian.”
Damian didn’t even know how to describe the noise he made as Alyssa explained what she wanted to do to him when she got home the next night and he had to squeeze the base of his cock to keep from coming right then and there, “Fuck, Alyssa...” He wanted to tell her exactly what he wanted to do to her, but at the moment his brain wasn’t being very helpful and all he managed to say was, “I think I’m gonna have to buy more condoms then.”
“I’ll get some on the way home,” she whimpered. “I’m on the pill anyway, I don’t care.” She moved her hand so that she could press two fingers into herself, a high pitched whimper escaping her lips. “I want to do something you’ve always wanted, Damian, something you never thought I’d do.” She tended to get a bit chatty when she was trying to get off, and only got worse the closer she got.
As he listened to Alyssa, Damian had to use all his willpower to keep from coming early and took a few deep breaths before he started stroking himself again. He knew that Alyssa was on the pill, but also knew that none of that stuff was 100% and he wanted to be sure that they were safe, “What....what’s that?”
“I don’t know. You have to tell me. What do you want? I’d do anything for you.” She whimpered again, hoping he knew that when she said she’d make it up to him, this is what she’d meant. Carte blanche to boss her around in bed? That was a pretty good way to make it up.
And that was the problem. Damian didn’t know what he wanted to do. It probably sounded dumb, because weren’t teenage boys always talking about the lewdest things that they wanted to do to girls? Not to mention, porn was easily accessible to him at Alyssa’s house and it wasn’t as if he hadn’t watched any. He’d gotten over the whole weirdness about watching porn around the time they’d first had sex, so it wasn’t as if he was ignorant to various sexual acts, but he just didn’t know what he wanted. “I’ll...what would you want me to do?” He might not have been able to think about what he wanted to do, but he was sure that Alyssa had to have more fantasies that she wanted fulfilled.
Alyssa grinned, huffing a breathy chuckle. “To shag you on the patio.” She’d figured they could do it at night, while her mother was gone. They had a high fence in the backyard, so it would give the illusion of shagging in public without the danger.
The thought of having sex outside was intriguing and caused Damian’s cock to throb, “We’d have to be quiet you know. That woman next door sits outside with her dog every night.” Now the two of them trying to be quiet would be quite a challenge, but a fun one. Later on, when Damian thought back to this, he would start putting together a little surprise for Alyssa for when she got home the next night.
“That’s the fun of it, Damian.” She liked the idea of him muffling her with a hand, his shoulder, a snog. She whined again, being as loud as she wanted in the dorms while she had one to herself.
“I might have to gag you,” He said, groaning as his hand stroked a little faster, getting closer and closer with each stroke, “How many fingers are you using?” Damian closed his eyes and tried to picture Alyssa, lying there, in one of his t-shirts, legs spread with her fingers pumping in and out of his body. Yeah, he definitely wasn’t going to last much longer.
Holy crap, that made her outright whine. She wasn’t aware gagging had been one of her things, but hell. “Three,” she whimpered, imagining him imagining her. She loved the particularly focused way his eyebrows would knit together when he touched himself.
Damian had never thought that phone sex could be quite so intense, but hearing Alyssa whine like that, so close to his ear almost had him coming, but somehow he held off his orgasm, which was quite the accomplishment for a teenage boy, “H...how close are you?” Ideally, he wanted them to come at the same time, but he was so close.
“Nearly there,” she huffed, arching her back. She was closer than she’d thought, because she started to murmur his name in the nearly contemplative, nearly surprised way she did just prior to orgasm. Then she groaned, almost dropping the phone.
Damian loved hearing his name fall from her lips when she was like this and he even if she hadn’t said anything, he would have know she was close then, so he started stroking himself a little faster, knowing that it wasn’t long now. His own groan joined hers only a second later, his toes curling as he came, moaning her name as he did.
She was glad that they’d come at fairly similar times. They’d have to do this more often, in her opinion.