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Boy on a Mission Chapter 12
`You need anything?'
I didn't even bother to look at Amanda when she asked. Can you really blame me, though? I am and have been bummed out because I haven't gotten a single moment alone with Mr. Hart ever since that time. It was amazing and I will never ever forget it but for me to go without it now? Impossible, I believe.
Mr. Hart couldn't really spare me any time after that because he was super caught up with the event as we were nearing the end of it at the time. He did apologize to me and I told him it was okay. What else could I do? Not much honestly. I just had to make do with what I had; what I had being the memory of the extremely hot session Mr. Hart and I shared. The universe saw me having fun and immediately decided to tone it down for me. Wonderful.
`Archie!'
I finally looked at Amanda in spite of my state of absolute joy.
`Hm?'
`What's up with you?' she asked.
Not my dick that's for sure.
`Nothing. What do you want?'
`I asked if you wanted anything. I'm gonna go get a coffee.'
`I'm good, thanks.'
She shook her head and looked as if she wanted to say something but decided against it.
As Amanda went to get her coffee, Dad took her place and sat next to me, plopping down on the seat with a contented sigh. I knew he was happy and satisfied with how the whole getaway went except for my foot accident, that is. I could really tell how much he was holding back from having fun out of his worry for me but I'm glad he got to have a bit of fun. Not a total loss, at least.
`How're you feeling?' he asked.
`Good. Foot's getting better.'
Dad nodded and smiled, patting my cheek.
`Where's Mr. Hart?'
I couldn't help myself. Apologies.
`Seeing off some other employees. He should be here in a bit.'
I hummed in acknowledgement.
With the trip over, I'm starting to actually think of ways to get closer to Mr. Hart once we get back. We're not going to be stuck on foreign soil together anymore and we won't be living in close quarters like we did here, so I'm pretty worried. I'm also aware of the fact that my dad--and Julian--will be curious about my wanting to follow them to the office more often now. I'll ease into it slowly; I wouldn't want to have them questioning me all of a sudden.
`Remind me when your classes start.'
Ugh, there's another issue. The upcoming semester. I've still got a few more weeks to go, so I should be okay, but the thought of going back and having lesser time with Mr. Hart is starting to really piss me off.
`In three weeks.'
`You ready?'
Please, Dad,' I sighed. Let me enjoy the break while it lasts.'
My dad chuckled and ruffled my hair, `Alright, alright.'
A few minutes later, Amanda was back with a coffee in her hand and a little bit after that, Julian joined us, too. He and Amanda have been getting chummier with one another by every fucking passing minute. Disgusting.
I went through my phone, scrolling through social media as one does when they are bored. I got so bored to the point where I was looking at my photos from the trip. Nothing much, really. I mean, a bunch of pictures of landscapes, for sure but not much of me. Most of what I took was for Cynthia and my friends back home. The former, specifically, because she wanted pictures since she couldn't tag along.
Ten minutes of swiping got a yawn out of me. Swipe. Swipe. Swi--Wait.
Aw, fuck.
I tilted my phone and scooted further into the corner of the seat I was in before marveling at the photo. I could see my beaming smile reflecting off the screen of my phone. The sight of this man could never make me sad.
A picture of Mr. Hart and me. That's what I'm looking at.
I remember taking this picture when we went on that stroll (roll for me because I was in a wheelchair). Mr. Hart was smiling with his eyes closed and I was beaming as I took the selfie. The white sheet of snow in the background just made the picture look oh so aesthetic. Looking at the picture made me think about what happened that day. It was an amazing day, indeed. Mr. Hart and I had a great makeout session and I sucked his cock! He sucked mine, too! Well, kind of, but whatever. It happened and I was in a state of bliss then. Even now, remembering it is making me grin from ear to ear.
Now that I think about it, I don't have a lot of pictures of him and me. Actually, there's only one with JUST the two of us. The rest are either of him with the company or him and me with the rest of the family or something. Well, at least this gives me a reason to take more pictures of us.
`New guy?'
I yelped and jolted away, fumbling to turn off my phone.
`Jesus, fuck, Mandy!'
She laughed. The audacity of this bitch. `Come on, let me see!'
Amanda inched closer to take a look despite my phone screen being pitch black. That was too close.
`No, fuck off.'
`Pleeeaaaseee,' she begged.
`Dude, seriously, no.'
She kept insisting, sticking her nose everywhere it didn't belong.
You kids ready to go?' Mr. Hart said as he walked towards us. The jet's ready.'
My knight in shining armor.
`We're ready,' I said, immediately getting up and taking my bag with me, ready to head.
Amanda sighed but followed nonetheless, dropping the subject for now since Mr. Hart was around.
The three of us headed to meet Julian and Dad. Once we arrived, Julian and Amanda cozied up next to each other and Dad went to talk with a couple of the flight attendants, which left Mr. Hart and me with technically nothing to do. We sat next to each other and as we did, Mr. Hart let out an elongated sigh.
`What's wrong?' I asked.
`Nothing. Just a bit tired is all.'
He brought his hand up to his neck and rubbed it. The veins on his forearm were apparent and it seemed like his arm as a whole was flexed, causing me to gulp at the sight.
`I can give you a massage,' I suggested quietly.
He gave me a gentle smile and a couple of pats on my knee. `I'd like that.'
Hell yeah.
`But not now, Archie.'
Ugh.
`Wouldn't be too appropriate, I think,' he laughed.
`What's inappropriate about a little massage?'
`Nothing's appropriate when your hands are on my body, young man.'
Fuck, this guy's really testing me right now.
I rolled my eyes and looked away to hide my evident blush. This amused the man because his series of chuckles went on until Dad came around and sat across from us.
Soon, we were in the air and headed home. Unfortunately, nothing much happened during the flight back. Dad stayed close to me and was really in a mood to talk the entire way back, only stopping to eat or sleep. I had to humor my old man, and besides, I wanted to, but I was kind of a bit sad that Mr. Hart and I didn't really get to do anything. I guess being by his side, having him close to me like that was enough according to the universe.
It's been about three days since we got back home and everyone seems well-rested. Even me, surprisingly. As the days went by, I felt my foot getting better but I still needed to rest, obviously. Doctor's orders. So because of that, I've pretty much been indoors all this time. Feels the same as it did when I was in my room in Niseko, just more comfortable, I guess.
Julian's been at it with work ever since we landed but Dad took a bit of time to himself, and by himself, I mean me because he'd often come by my room to just sit and talk with me. Look, I'm grateful for my dad. He's the absolute best but I need some space to breathe! That's code for jerk off. I've only been able to masturbate like once a day since our return, and that's at night because Dad's constantly around in the day. Let a guy have his release whenever he wants, please.
On this particular day, however, Dad had to attend to some work at the office. There aren't many people there because of something Dad said about not working until...well, it doesn't matter because I forgot. The point is, Dad had to leave to go do some work in the city, so I have the house all to myself.
Having had my lunch in bed, I watched TV to ease my state of boredom, and as I did, I received a text message from an unknown number. Unlocking my phone to read the message, I sat upright almost immediately.
`How's the foot?' the text read.
I tapped on the number and saw the name. It was Mr. Hart.
I grinned like an idiot. It never really occurred to me that I didn't have his number and I'm pretty sure I didn't give him mine. But WHO THE FUCK CARES? Mr. Hart has my number now and that's all that matters!
Excitement overflowed from my entire being and I replied to his message. A bit too hasty for my liking as I've never been so quick to reply to a text message unless it's urgent, but Mr. Hart is the exception, not the rule.
`Better now!'
`Happy to hear.'
`At work?' I asked.
`Not today. Just resting.'
`Oh ok.'
I didn't know how to proceed. I've never texted him so I'm not too sure about his way of texting, so I just waited for him to say something else.
I was getting anxious even though it had only been a minute since I sent my last text. Finally, after a few more seconds, three dots appeared. Thank god.
`I hope you're not too upset, Archie.'
What the hell? What would I be upset about?
`Wdym?'
`I'm sorry?'
Seems like he and Julian are going to compete for the title of ultimate dinosaur.
`What do you mean?' I reiterated.
`I don't understand what you meant by wdym.'
Oh my god.
Forget it,' I texted. Why would I be upset?'
`We didn't get a lot of time together in Niseko and on the way back.'
He's so fucking sweet.
`All's good. Not much I could've done anyways because of this right here,' I replied with a picture of my foot.
Mr. Hart responded with the pensive face' emoji. Wishing you a speedy recovery, Archie.'
So formal, he is.
Mr. Hart has my number and I have his. Feeling adventurous, I turned off the TV and resumed my texting with Mr. Hart. Maybe this day won't be so boring after all.
I'd get better faster if u were here :(,' I texted. I miss you.'
He took a while to respond and I felt like I fucked it all up. Paranoia is a real bitch. Fortunately, he was just taking his time to reply to my message as I saw the dots again.
`I can come over if you want.'
He's joking, surely.
`Seriously?'
`Yes.'
I honestly contemplated it, but once again, my rationale came through and I thought against it. Dad could be home any minute and so could Julian and Cynthia. I'd be absolutely mortified if they walked in on us.
`Dad's coming home soon tho so I don't think it's the best idea.'
`Too bad then.'
I was typing my next message to him when I received a picture. I didn't save his number yet, so the picture was blurry. I planned to save his number after this, so I downloaded the picture first, and that's when I started to drool as I usually do when my eyes are upon this beauty of a man.
Mr. Hart had sent me a picture of him in bed. It wasn't a full body picture by any means and he wasn't nude or anything, but he was definitely shirtless. That soft and genuine smile was plastered on his face and his hair was slightly messy when he took the picture. This damn bastard. Let me calm myself before replying.
After a few deep breaths, I responded, `Busy day?'
Can't seem too desperate now.
`Not really. I just helped Benji with some college stuff.'
`Cool.'
The conversation went quiet for a while. Because of me, obviously. I'm not usually a dry texter, I swear.
Forcing myself to man up, I took a selfie of myself smiling and holding up a peace sign to send to him. I made sure to check the picture for any imperfections and I was super meticulous with it before hitting send. Once I did, I hoped for the best. A minute later, Mr. Hart responded.
`You look very cute, Archie.'
That got me giggling like a damn fool. His response was also a motivator for me to become a bit more bold, and what a good motivation factor it was because I sent him another picture. It was of me, in the same position, but from a lower angle. I snapped a shot of me winking as my shirt was pulled up to show off my torso.
And so I waited for a response.
And waited.
And waited.
What the fuck?
Please don't tell me that was too much for him. Is he weirded out? Is he going to tell me to stop?
I was spiraling, thinking that I've made the worst mistake of my life. Mr. Hart might not ever want to hear from me again and it's all because I was too horny. What a grade A idiot you are, Archibald. I cannot believe I'm watching the fruits of my hard work rot right in front of me. And things were just getting good. Fuck!
My anxiety was getting worse and my breaths became shallower by the minute but then, as I was thinking what I should do to fix the mess I'd made, my phone pinged. I've never in my life reached for my phone that quickly before. I snatched it as if my life depended on it. When I turned on my phone to see what it was, I felt the weight of the world lifted off my shoulders. Mr. Hart had sent me another picture but it was blurry at first as I had to download it to view the photo. Attached to the picture was a text message that read, `Look what you made me do.'
Honestly, I could already tell what the picture was but tapping on that download button was still a nerve wracking thing to do. Boy, oh boy, was it worth it, though. When I downloaded the picture and the image was finally unblurred, I was on cloud nine. I was already hard when he sent me the first picture but now I was leaking like a fucking faucet. There was precum everywhere.
There he was, on the bed, face and upper torso out of view, with his hand laid flat on his cum-stained abs and his large cock, deflated and covered in cum as well.
He came to a picture of me. To me.
I had to take a minute but I didn't want to make him wait for too long despite him doing so to me in the first place. Once I was somewhat calm, I texted him, Wow.' Followed by a, That's so hot Mr. Hart.'
He replied with a couple of grinning face emojis and a text that read, `All because of you.'
Although the picture and the meaning behind it were absolutely hot and sexy, it was endearing to see him react like that to me. `All because of you.' What a way to make a guy swoon. I got all hot and bothered because of what I just saw and because I was very much flattered by his reaction, I decided to send him a picture. Maybe show him what HE does to ME.
I took off my pants and went straight for my dick, tugging on it but not too much because I wasn't going to make myself cum immediately. This was going to be a moment of indulgence. Afterwards, I took a bottle of lube from my nightstand and lathered it all over my hard dick. I did my best to lift my legs up carefully and once they were a little bit up in the air, I put some lube on my hole, lathering it nicely. I took a picture from a lower angle, making sure Mr. Hart could see my assets and after reviewing the picture, I was sure he would.
Slowly putting a finger in my asshole, I moaned and started to push it in and out before adding another finger, all the while taking pictures of the scene. Pictures would have to be enough for now. A video would come at a later date. I need to tease him, too, once in a while.
The squelching noises of my fingers being inserted into my boyhole were making me groan lustfully as I imagined my fingers belonging to Mr. Hart. The thought of him doing this to me was making me hotter, feeling all sorts of feelings. As each picture was sent, I'd receive messages from Mr. Hart, informing me on his horniness.
`Archie, the things you do to me.'
`You're going to make me cum again.'
When I saw that message, I released everything. I came and as I did, my hole clenched around my fingers. It was an absolutely magnificent feeling and once again, it was all because of the man of my dreams: Mr. Hart.
Coming down from my high a bit, I snapped one last picture of myself, which included my figure covered in cum. I stuck my tongue out and placed a finger that was coated in cum on top of it as I winked at the camera. I hit the send button and felt like I should leave Mr. Hart with another gift, so I held my finger at the voice note button. My voice was breathy due to my panting but I think that made it even hotter.
Then cum, Mr. Hart,' I said in a sultry tone. Cum for me.'
A little bit after the voice note was sent, I let out a breath and remained still to catch my breath properly. About five minutes later, my phone pinged again and, of course, it was him. Unfortunately, it wasn't a picture but I suppose a text notifying me of his satisfaction will have to do.
`That was very good.'
Someone needs to teach this guy how to sext because this...well, I don't know what the hell this is, honestly.
Afterwards, he sent me a couple more emojis of a variety of smiley emojis.
I assumed he was content and happily, so was I.
Another message caught my attention. `Can't wait to see you.'
Me, too, Mr. Hart. Me, too.
To be continued...