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"Wrong Number"

Starring Richard and Paul
Set sometime at the beginning of Richard's divorce

Richard's POV

I don't know why I was going through her things. It was almost as though I was searching for some sort of explanation, a reason why we went wrong. I cringed as I came across a vibrator in her underwear drawer.

Was that it? I thought, examining the angled, pink-rubber-coated object. I didn't satisfy her? That's what went wrong?

I sighed, curiously turning on the dial. As it hummed in my hand, I realized I probably really wasn't satisfying her. Truthfully, I was only being half-hearted in our sex sessions, at most. She just wasn't… ah, hell… she just didn't turn me on anymore. She did at one time. Or, at least I thought she did. Maybe I was just fooling myself, trying to be something I really wasn't. My thoughts strayed to my true object of desire, who was at home on the other side of the world.

Fuck, Paulie… will you ever feel the same way as I do?

I turned the vibrator off and tossed it onto the bed, planning on leaving it there for her to see when she came by for her things later that day.

Divorce.

The word echoed in my head like a badge of failure.

You failed, I thought bitterly, picking up my cell phone. I needed someone to talk to before I let my thoughts become too macabre. Dialing Till's number from memory, I glanced at the clock to make sure it wasn't an ungodly hour over in Germany. It should have been just after 8 pm there.

"Hallo?" answered a male voice. I didn't recognize it as Till's voice, so I briefly wondered if I'd dialed the wrong number.

"Hallo?" the voice said again.

I didn't say anything, still trying to recognize the voice.

"I can hear you breathing, you pervert."

Paulie.

What was he doing there?

"Look, if you're not going to say anything, I'm going to hang up."

"No, wait!" I interjected.

Silence.

"A-Are you still there?" I asked tentatively.

I heard some shuffling, but he still didn't say anything.

"What are you wearing?" he finally purred into the phone.

I froze. Did he know it was me? Or did he still believe I was some random pervert looking for a cheap thrill? I cleared my throat, deciding I could play along with his little game.

"Jeans and a t-shirt," I blurted. Damn my sudden lack of creativity.

"I'm only in my boxers," he whispered seductively into the phone. "I'm lying on the bed. I was about to get myself off when the phone rang."

Hmph. He wouldn't be doing such a thing in Till's house… or would he? A sudden wave of jealousy prompted me to up the ante.

"I was about to do the same thing," I said, lying down on the bed and undoing my jeans. "But I was feeling rather lonely. So I picked up the phone and dialed my boyfriend's number. Unfortunately for him, I seem to have dialed the wrong number."

"Fortunately for me, you did," Paul purred. "Now take off those jeans. I know they're rather… uncomfortable right now."

Fuck, I groaned to myself. Was he ever right.

"I'm taking them off right now," I said, cradling my phone between my ear and shoulder. I quickly shoved my jeans and underwear down to my ankles, groaning as my hard-on sprang free.

"I'm so hard right now," Paul moaned into the phone. "Are you just as hard as I am?"

"Yes," I practically hissed, taking my hard flesh in my hand. This was a fucking dream come true. I was already leaking as I began some slow, teasing strokes.

"Oh, fuck," Paul whimpered. "Your rough hands feel so good against my skin. You've got one wrapped around my cock and the other one teasing my nipple. Damn, your silver nail polish is so pretty."

I held my breath, looking down at the hand wrapped around my own cock. The silver nail polish currently adorning my fingernails glared back at me. He did know it was me, the kinky bastard.

"Your cock is so big," I said, picking up the vibrator and imagining it was Paul's dick. "I want it inside of me."

Paul groaned. "You want me to fuck you?" he gasped.

"I want you to fuck me hard," I growled, reaching for the bottle of lotion sitting on top of the nearby nightstand. "I'm lubing you up right now," I said, pouring some of the lotion onto the tip of the vibrator. After I fully slathered the toy from tip to base, I turned it on to a gentle hum. "Fuck me, Paul."

I cringed at my little slip-up, but Paul seemed to take no notice as he continued groan at the other end of the line. "Can I get on top of you?" Paul asked softly. "I want to see your beautiful face. I want to see it when you come."

"Yes," I replied. "I'm spreading my legs for you right now."

"Fuck, you're so sexy," Paul whispered. "Your cock is so perfect. Can I touch it while I fuck you?"

"Yes, bitte," I whispered back, pressing the vibrator gently against my entrance. "I'm rock hard and leaking for you. I just want you to shove your cock into me. Bitte, Paulie, bitte. Fick mich!"

"Oh, Gott," Paul moaned. "I'm pushing myself into you right now. Gott, Reesh, you're so tight."

I smirked upon hearing my nickname slip from his lips. "Oh, Paulie," I gasped, slowly pushing the vibrator into myself. "Your cock is so big." I nearly choked as the angled tip settled right against my prostate. "Oh, fuck, you're good."

Paul was silent for a minute. "A-Are you fucking yourself?" he asked softly.

"Yes," I answered quietly. "Yes I am."

Paul groaned. "Fuck, that's so hot. Shit, Reesh, I'm not gonna last long."

I gasped as I turned up the dial on the vibrator. I was stroking myself with increased speed, fast nearing my own release. "I'm not gonna last long, either," I admitted.

"Am I jacking you hard?" Paul asked.

"Gott, yes," I breathed, squeezing myself hard. "Your grip is so strong. Gott, Paulie… I'm gonna come soon."

"Mein Gott, you're tight." I could hear Paul's breathing coming in small pants as he was surely near to his own orgasm. "Oh, I'm gonna come, Reesh," he panted. "I'm gonna come inside of you."

I turned the vibrator on at full speed, arching my back right off the bed as my orgasm hit me hard. "Paul!" I cried out, releasing warm, sticky fluid all over my hand. "Ich komme!"

"Oh, Mein Gott, Reesh," Paul gasped. "Ich komme auch!"

I groaned as I pulled the vibrator out, practically seeing stars as the tip brushed hard against my swollen prostate. As I reveled in my subsiding orgasm, I snapped to attention as I realized my phone was now laying next to me on the bed. I quickly retrieved it, putting it to my ear and listening. "Paulie? Are you still there?"

Silence.

"Shit, he hung up." I pressed the buttons frantically, pulling up the last number I'd dialed. "Well… whaddaya know? It was Paul's number, after all."

END.

Description
"Wrong Number"

Starring Richard and Paul
Set sometime at the beginning of Richard's divorce

Richard's POV

I don't know why I was going through her things. It was almost as though I was searching for some sort of explanation, a reason why we went wrong. I cringed as I came across a vibrator in her underwear drawer.

Was that it? I thought, examining the angled, pink-rubber-coated object. I didn't satisfy her? That's what went wrong?

I sighed, curiously turning on the dial. As it hummed in my hand, I realized I probably really wasn't satisfying her. Truthfully, I was only being half-hearted in our sex sessions, at most. She just wasn't… ah, hell… she just didn't turn me on anymore. She did at one time. Or, at least I thought she did. Maybe I was just fooling myself, trying to be something I really wasn't. My thoughts strayed to my true object of desire, who was at home on the other side of the world.

Fuck, Paulie… will you ever feel the same way as I do?

I turned the vibrator off and tossed it onto the bed, planning on leaving it there for her to see when she came by for her things later that day.

Divorce.

The word echoed in my head like a badge of failure.

You failed, I thought bitterly, picking up my cell phone. I needed someone to talk to before I let my thoughts become too macabre. Dialing Till's number from memory, I glanced at the clock to make sure it wasn't an ungodly hour over in Germany. It should have been just after 8 pm there.

"Hallo?" answered a male voice. I didn't recognize it as Till's voice, so I briefly wondered if I'd dialed the wrong number.

"Hallo?" the voice said again.

I didn't say anything, still trying to recognize the voice.

"I can hear you breathing, you pervert."

Paulie.

What was he doing there?

"Look, if you're not going to say anything, I'm going to hang up."

"No, wait!" I interjected.

Silence.

"A-Are you still there?" I asked tentatively.

I heard some shuffling, but he still didn't say anything.

"What are you wearing?" he finally purred into the phone.

I froze. Did he know it was me? Or did he still believe I was some random pervert looking for a cheap thrill? I cleared my throat, deciding I could play along with his little game.

"Jeans and a t-shirt," I blurted. Damn my sudden lack of creativity.

"I'm only in my boxers," he whispered seductively into the phone. "I'm lying on the bed. I was about to get myself off when the phone rang."

Hmph. He wouldn't be doing such a thing in Till's house… or would he? A sudden wave of jealousy prompted me to up the ante.

"I was about to do the same thing," I said, lying down on the bed and undoing my jeans. "But I was feeling rather lonely. So I picked up the phone and dialed my boyfriend's number. Unfortunately for him, I seem to have dialed the wrong number."

"Fortunately for me, you did," Paul purred. "Now take off those jeans. I know they're rather… uncomfortable right now."

Fuck, I groaned to myself. Was he ever right.

"I'm taking them off right now," I said, cradling my phone between my ear and shoulder. I quickly shoved my jeans and underwear down to my ankles, groaning as my hard-on sprang free.

"I'm so hard right now," Paul moaned into the phone. "Are you just as hard as I am?"

"Yes," I practically hissed, taking my hard flesh in my hand. This was a fucking dream come true. I was already leaking as I began some slow, teasing strokes.

"Oh, fuck," Paul whimpered. "Your rough hands feel so good against my skin. You've got one wrapped around my cock and the other one teasing my nipple. Damn, your silver nail polish is so pretty."

I held my breath, looking down at the hand wrapped around my own cock. The silver nail polish currently adorning my fingernails glared back at me. He did know it was me, the kinky bastard.

"Your cock is so big," I said, picking up the vibrator and imagining it was Paul's dick. "I want it inside of me."

Paul groaned. "You want me to fuck you?" he gasped.

"I want you to fuck me hard," I growled, reaching for the bottle of lotion sitting on top of the nearby nightstand. "I'm lubing you up right now," I said, pouring some of the lotion onto the tip of the vibrator. After I fully slathered the toy from tip to base, I turned it on to a gentle hum. "Fuck me, Paul."

I cringed at my little slip-up, but Paul seemed to take no notice as he continued groan at the other end of the line. "Can I get on top of you?" Paul asked softly. "I want to see your beautiful face. I want to see it when you come."

"Yes," I replied. "I'm spreading my legs for you right now."

"Fuck, you're so sexy," Paul whispered. "Your cock is so perfect. Can I touch it while I fuck you?"

"Yes, bitte," I whispered back, pressing the vibrator gently against my entrance. "I'm rock hard and leaking for you. I just want you to shove your cock into me. Bitte, Paulie, bitte. Fick mich!"

"Oh, Gott," Paul moaned. "I'm pushing myself into you right now. Gott, Reesh, you're so tight."

I smirked upon hearing my nickname slip from his lips. "Oh, Paulie," I gasped, slowly pushing the vibrator into myself. "Your cock is so big." I nearly choked as the angled tip settled right against my prostate. "Oh, fuck, you're good."

Paul was silent for a minute. "A-Are you fucking yourself?" he asked softly.

"Yes," I answered quietly. "Yes I am."

Paul groaned. "Fuck, that's so hot. Shit, Reesh, I'm not gonna last long."

I gasped as I turned up the dial on the vibrator. I was stroking myself with increased speed, fast nearing my own release. "I'm not gonna last long, either," I admitted.

"Am I jacking you hard?" Paul asked.

"Gott, yes," I breathed, squeezing myself hard. "Your grip is so strong. Gott, Paulie… I'm gonna come soon."

"Mein Gott, you're tight." I could hear Paul's breathing coming in small pants as he was surely near to his own orgasm. "Oh, I'm gonna come, Reesh," he panted. "I'm gonna come inside of you."

I turned the vibrator on at full speed, arching my back right off the bed as my orgasm hit me hard. "Paul!" I cried out, releasing warm, sticky fluid all over my hand. "Ich komme!"

"Oh, Mein Gott, Reesh," Paul gasped. "Ich komme auch!"

I groaned as I pulled the vibrator out, practically seeing stars as the tip brushed hard against my swollen prostate. As I reveled in my subsiding orgasm, I snapped to attention as I realized my phone was now laying next to me on the bed. I quickly retrieved it, putting it to my ear and listening. "Paulie? Are you still there?"

Silence.

"Shit, he hung up." I pressed the buttons frantically, pulling up the last number I'd dialed. "Well… whaddaya know? It was Paul's number, after all."

END.