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Ernesto sat at home, twiddling with the small phone in his hand. Gwen was staying over at Suzie's tonight, which left him nothing to do besides further plot his prank.
Finn, his girlfriend's brother, had been cockblocking him all week, always bursting in at the worst times possible. Which, of course, has left him pent-up and pissed off, a horrible combo. With this mindset, Ernesto decided maybe he should pay Finn back with, let's be honest, a bit of a mean prank.
"Alright. Tonight's the night," he says to himself, standing from his seat on the couch. He gets into his car and drives to a good enough place to hide out, yet still keep eyes on his target.
Dating Gwen, he happens to know what Finn is up to at all times. Tonight, he's coming back from a party he'd been invited to. Why did he go? Hell if Ernesto knows, that is definitely not his crowd but, either way, it works in his favor.
Once he parks, he instantly spots Finn. He pulls out the phone and begins dialing the number of the pay phone, right near Finney. It used to be out of order, but they've recently fixed it as part of whatever the hell the mayor is doing to try and get votes for his next election. Not like the homeless need housing or whatever, let's fix the pay phones! Either way, it works for Ernesto.
Finney's smoking a joint in front of an old, abandoned store, the sound of ringing makes him tense up the second he hears it. As much as he prays for it to be Robin every time he hears it, it never is. He walks up to the black pay phone, instantly annoyed by whoever it is. "Hello?" Finney says, once he picks up.
"Finn. How've you been, buddy?" Ernesto speaks on the other line, though his voice is different, like he's trying to sound like someone else. "Robin???" Finney's voice lights up with hope, cracking slightly due to the shock.
Ernesto instantly feels like a dickhead, the logical part of his brain yells that this was a stupid idea. He can't back down now though. Finn sounds happier than he ever has in person. "Yeah, man. It's me," Ernesto replied, facepalming the second he did so. "I—I can't believe it, it's been so long. I've missed you so much, where have you-" Finney is cut off by Ern- "Robin".
"Don't worry about that. I've missed you too." Ernesto wiggles in his seat, feeling awkward about posing as his dead brother. "It's so good to hear your voice…" Finney says with a sigh, leaning up against the wall as he speaks. "I've… I think about you all the time," he confesses. Ernesto blushes at Finn's words... for some reason. He knows these words aren't meant for him, but he's still tempted by them.
"That so, mi vida?" Ernesto responds, unsure of why he added the nickname that he did, it just felt right. "Of course, last thing when I go to sleep, first thing when I wake up." Finney speaks, truthfully. The nickname "Robin" used has a blush of his own spreading on his face. Even though he's not entirely sure what it means, it still does something to him.
"That why you're still single? Can't stop thinking of me?" Ernesto's eyes widened at his own words, slapping a hand over his mouth after they left him. What is he doing? Why did he say that? This is his girlfriend's brother! He has to hang up. "Yeah…" Finn speaks up, "I know you've seen me. Getting off on the thought of what we could've been…" Finney nearly melts as he talks into the phone, looking around for any signs of life to make sure he's not traumatizing someone's ears.
Ernesto is silent for a moment, the confession affecting him far more than what he wants to admit to himself, though the growing tent in his sweatpants is proof enough of what this is doing to him. "I know, Hermoso. I can see you right now," Ernesto says. He knows he should stop, but he can't help playing into it.
Finney gasps over the phone, his blush darkening at the thought of being watched by his love. "Yeah…? Can you see this?" Finn breathes out, letting his own hand travel down his body to fumble with his jeans. You can hear his belt through the phone. It's Ernes — "Robin''s turn to let out a gasp of his own, knowing he should look away from Finney, but he's unable to.
"Wait…" Ernesto speaks up, and you can hear the pause in Finney's movements over the phone. Ernesto plans to call this off right here, right now. Explain that he was just pissed off and thought a little prank call would be funny payback. That it was him Finney was talking to, and not Robin. Finney whines, waiting patiently for "Robin"'s next words.
"Not yet. Play with your nipples first. I want to see just how worked up you can get for me, Finn." Ernesto is shocked by what he's saying, but can't seem to stop himself. A dark part of him longs to see just how far this can go. So, he keeps looking. He keeps talking.
"Can you be a good boy and do that for me, Finn?"
Finn nods as "Robin" speaks, trailing his hand back up his body and underneath his shirt. "Yes, I—I can do that…" Finney says, as he uses his thumb and pointer finger to roll his nipple in between them. A soft noise crackles through the phone speaker, into Ernesto's ears.
Ernesto is hard as all fuck now, selfishly sticking his hand down his pants to relieve himself a bit. Knowing he had just revoked that privilege for Finney made his dick throb in his own hand, he lets out a groan himself. "That's it, Finn, just like that. You look so pretty, Mi amor." Ernesto speaks lowly into the phone.
Finney squirms a little at his own touch, continuing to obey "Robin", weak on his knees as his praise sounds like music to his ears. "Robin… please." Finney begs, for something other than his chest being touched.
"Uh-uh, baby boy, not yet," Ernesto says, slowly stroking himself from afar. "I've got my eyes on you, better obey me." He adds. Finney lets out a moan at the words "Robin" feeds him. "I promise, I'll be good.." Finney promises.
Ernesto watched Finney struggle for a little longer before slowly picking up the pace of his stroking. "Now... Stick your hand down your jeans and wrap it around yourself. Don't move it, though. I'll know," Ernesto groaned out, unable to stop the noise coming from himself as he watched Finn immediately start to follow his orders.
Finney does exactly as he's told, wrapping a hand around his cock but not daring to move at all. He looks around, the weed in his system making him more paranoid than if he weren't high. "Can I…" Finn starts, "Can I touch myself, sir? Please?"
Ernesto bucks up into his hand, his voice sounding rough over the phone. "Slowly. Stroke yourself slowly, Finn." He permits, watching intently and wishing to God he hadn't started this, though too far gone to stop now.
Finney slowly starts to jerk himself off, small whimpers pour out of his mouth as he does. "Ngh, feels good, Robin. I-", he cuts himself off. Ernesto waits a moment to see if he'll continue. When he doesn't, he eggs him on. "You what, buen chico?" Ernesto asks, anticipating his answer.
Finn sniffles before he speaks, tears not being visible but clear over the phone. "I wish it were you. Touching me." Finney chokes out a sob, continuing the slow pace "Robin" set for him.
Ernesto is hit with a pang of guilt and grief himself. Why on earth did he even think of this prank? Doing the only thing he could, he continues talking Finn through. "I know, baby. I'm right here, speed up for me, mi vida, just imagine it's me, I'm right here." Ernesto lets out a sigh as he speaks, filled with guilt, lust, and disgust for himself.
Finney does exactly that, speeding up the pace of his strokes. His moans get louder, his cries get louder. "I'm not… Oh, fuck. You feel so good, Robin, I'm gonna cum.." Finney warns, clutching onto the phone like if he lets go, he'll die himself.
Ernesto strokes himself harder, faster along with Finn's own. "It's okay, you can cum, my good boy. Just like that, cum for me, niño querido." Ernesto moans into the phone, nearing the edge himself.
"Fuckfuckfuck, ahh~ I can't — Oh my God, Robin..!!—" Finney arches his back against the abandoned building and jerks himself through his orgasm, sobbing out a broken moan as he coats his fingers and underwear in his cum.
Ernesto watches Finn cum from a distance, but the sight paired with the gorgeous sounds he hears over the phone is enough for him to spill all over himself as well. "Fuuuck, Finney. Good fuckin' boy, Finn," he praises as he thrusts up into his hand with aftershocks.
They're both silent for a moment, Ernesto still following Finn's every movement with his eyes. "I… Gotta go, Finn." He regrets it the second he says it, seeing the sadness crush Finney before his eyes. "Oh… Will I talk to you again?" Finn asks, clinging onto hope with the question.
Ernesto thinks for a moment. A long moment, actually. He sighs, finally deciding on his next words.
"Meet me here tomorrow night, I'll be waiting." Ernesto hangs up the phone before Finney can say anything else, letting his head fall onto the steering wheel.
"I'm so fucked."