Phone Sex
I hate sleeping alone.
Spending thirteen years curled up next to a nice, warm physicist at night
is mighty comforting, but let him be gone for a night or two, and you miss that
reassuring weight pressed up against you. And when that night or two turns into about a week and a
half, I damn sure miss it like hell.
Okay, so it's only been a few
days, but I was so stressed out over it, I even considered crawling into bed
with Ray just for the piece of mind it would bring me.
Not that I would ever touch Ray, hell, that would seem too much like
incest to even consider it. I just
needed to feel a presence there next to me so I could sleep, that's all.
You may call Peter Venkman a lonely guy if you want, but if worst comes
to worst, I'm grabbing Ray's life-sized Dopey Dog and snuggling up with that at
night until Egon gets back; hell, anything is better than nothing.
I knew that I wasn't gonna
get too much sleep tonight, so I decided to sit in my office, and catch up on
some of the bills, and balance the books. Nice
and boring. Won't have to think
about that empty bed upstairs and no Egon to fill it.
I was just going over the
research and development budget (And no, Spengs, a portable cyclotron is
-definitely- off the list again!), when the phone rang.
Geez, I hope it's not a bust at this time of night; I don't even want to
think of chasing down another gooper in the dark.
On the other hand, a bust would take my mind off of having to sleep alone
without my personal teddy bear beside me.
I picked it up before the
second ring. No sense waking up Zed
and Ray if I don't have to. "Ghostbusters.
If you got the dough, the spook's gotta go."
"Peter."
That one word, spoken with a
huge amount of affection, by a rich, bass voice that I love so well, warmed my
belly like nothing else.
"Egon!
Hey, is there anything wrong?" Besides the fact that you sound as
lonely as I do?
"No, Peter, nothing is
wrong," he hastily assured me, "I just wanted to hear your voice,
that's all. I miss you... and Ray
and Winston, of course," he added.
"Oh, of course."
Yeah, you miss your own security blanket too, dontcha, Big Guy?
Egon always did hate sleeping
in a strange bed; by now, he needed my comforting presence as much as I needed
his. Too bad he's not gonna be home
from the physics convention until Sunday. This
was gonna be one hell of a week.
"So, how's
Houston?" I decided to make with the small talk, just so we could hear
each other's voices. Maybe it will
help ease the loneliness a little.
"Sweltering," he
sighed. "Between the blistering heat outside, and the dry air
conditioning in the convention center and the hotel, I've had two nosebleeds
already. My sinuses are in terrible
shape."
I grinned.
"I'll kiss it and make it better for ya, how about that, Egon?"
"I know of something
else I'd rather you kiss and make better," he muttered under his breath.
I guess he didn't think I'd hear that, but Venkmans have sharp ears.
"Oh, really?" I
acted surprised. "Like
what?"
A small hint of amused
exasperation tinged his voice, "Peter, you're impossible."
"You brought it up
first, Egon, now tell me what you want me to kiss and make better."
"Peter--"
I cut him off, abruptly,
"Kiss -what-, Egon?"
I could hear his huge sigh of
defeat over the phone. "Little
Egon, and his two free-floating electrons," he said, in a small voice.
Heh.
I can actually see the blush creeping across his face as he said that.
Of course, that was as close as Egon was going to get to talking dirty,
though he had no such qualms about -showing- me just what he wanted.
Me, I had no problems with show and tell.
And this conversation was about to get a hell of a lot more interesting.
"Just a kiss?" I
purred into the receiver, "I'm sure Little Egon would enjoy a huge tongue
bath even more."
Then I heard it, that sharp
intake of breath that was a sure sign of Egon getting aroused.
He swallowed audibly.
"Yes," he croaked,
"I'm sure he would, at that."
I cranked my grin a little
wider. "And when Little Egon is awake and standing at
attention, I'd nibble him all over, starting at the bottom, and working my way
up to the tip- er, I mean top."
I heard a distinctive soft
moan over the connection. They were
right, you could hear a pin drop over the phone lines, these days.
"When I'm through doing that, I'll take him in my mouth, and suck to
my heart's content. I wonder how
those two free-floating electrons would take to having my tongue jiggle them
around a bit?"
Excuse me?
Was that the sound of a zipper I just heard?
Egon was breathing heavily now, and I could hear fabric rustling in the
background.
"Whatcha doing,
Spengs?" I asked, casually.
There was a few seconds of
silence, like I caught him doing something that he shouldn't.
"Getting undressed for bed," he said.
I glanced at my watch.
Should be around 9:30 PM there, by my guess. "Have you got your nightshirt on yet?"
Though I had gotten Egon used to the idea of sleeping nude with me, he
still wears his old nightshirts on especially cold nights, or when we're away
from the firehouse on a bust.
"No, Peter, not
yet-"
"Good," I cut him
off again, "now go stand in front of the mirror, and tell me what you
see."
Exasperation crept back into
his tone. "I see myself
standing naked in front of a mirror."
"Look real hard,
Egon," I said, closing my eyes to visualize the scene, "I'm right
there, with you. Do you see me now?"
I certainly could, standing right behind him, at his right shoulder.
"Yes, Peter, I see
you," he breathed over the phone. "I
see the grin on your face... you want to -- touch me."
"That's right, Egon.
I'm going to reach around and hug you to me, and kiss the back of your
shoulder. Can you feel my hand
rubbing circles on your belly, and the other playing with your nipple?"
Small gasps and moans came
over the phone connection. "Yes,
Peter, I see you... I feel you."
In my mind, I could see the
expression on Egon's face as he became excited.
Everytime we made love, he always had that look of wonder and amazement,
like it was the first time he was ever touched in his life.
That look alone turned me on like nothing else.
It was like having a virgin time and time again.
I hope to God that Egon never gets jaded with me, because I would really
miss that look.
"Come to bed, Egon.
I want to feel you... with me."
I heard the creak of
bedsprings as Egon made himself comfortable on the bed.
"I'm going to devour you, Egon, starting with your neck.
Will you let me?" I purred at him.
His voice was barely audible. "Yes. Oh,
yes."
"I'm exploring your
throat with my lips and tongue. I
can feel your pulse-point under your jaw, and I'm pressing my lips against it. It tickles."
"More, Peter!
Please, more!" It was
rare that Egon shamelessly begged for my favors; I could almost feel humble
about it. Almost.
"You look so delicious,
Egon, I'm going to nibble on your nipples for a bit.
Mmmm, such tasty treats, and all for me..."
I could imagine my teeth nipping on those pale pink buttons, making them
hard as pebbles. He loved it when I
sucked on them, flicking them with my tongue at the same time. I quickly grabbed a pencil from my cup holder and nibbled the
eraser, tonguing it as I would Egon. I
just as quickly spat it out; erasers don't taste as good as Egon does.
I brushed eraser crumbs from
my mouth, and continued into the receiver, "I spy with my little eye, a
belly button that needs attention. I
think my tongue more than adequately fits the bill, don't you?"
Egon's navel was a mystery to
me. It looked like an ordinary innie, but upon closer inspection,
I found out that it was deep. Really
deep. When I first saw it, I
laughingly called it a pussy, and I was going to deflower him with my tongue.
He laughed, too, until I stuck my tongue inside and started wiggling it
around. Heh, never knew a belly
button could be so sensitive. I
also never knew that a belly button could be an erogenous zone.
By the time that I was finished, Egon was wearing a happy, satisfied
smile on his face.
In my mind, I could see
myself hovering over Egon's stomach, zeroing in on his navel.
"Can you feel it, Egon? My
hot breath warming the skin on your belly, as I slide my tongue inside? In and out, in and out...I'm making love to you with my
tongue, Egon. Can you feel
it?"
Oh yeah, he was feeling it,
all right, if those lusty moans coming across the phone line was any indication. I had him all fired up, now let's see if I can bring him
home.
"Open your legs for me,
Egon. I want to crawl between those thighs and make myself at home.
I want to feel your dick against mine, sliding up and down and all
around. I want to hear you scream
my name as I grind into you, Egon. Will
you do that for me, Egon?"
"Yessss..." he
hissed at me, "love me, Peter, love me!"
How come he was never this
vocal at home? Maybe I should try
leaving him alone for a day or two sometime, just to get this kind of reaction.
But for now I concentrated on trying to get Egon's rocks off, throwing in
some moans of my own for effect. The
bad thing about that was the side effect of having Petey Jr. wanting to crawl
out of my pants and hopping a plane to Houston.
Bravely, I continued on.
"You feel so good,
Egon," I panted into the phone, "so good against me! Comon, I want to
feel it! Cum for me, all right? Please?
For your Petey? I want you
to cum all over me! Oh God, it
feels so good..."
"Peter... PETERRRR!!!"
And that was all she wrote.
He babbled my name over and over as he released all over himself.
I could hear his harsh breathing as he slowly came down and back to
himself. God, I wish I was there
with him right now. I ached to hold him in my arms.
"I love you,
Peter," he groaned in my ear.
"I love you, too,
Egon," I said, softly, "Now, get some sleep, okay?
I'll see you on Sunday."
"All right,
good-bye."
I heard the soft click as he
hung up, and I sat there for a minute listening to the dial tone buzzing in my
ear. I finally replaced the receiver back into it's cradle, and
got up. Petey Jr needed a cold
shower, and I have to find Dopey Dog.