title: Closing the Distance
author: neevebrody
pairing: Joe/David – SGA RPS
rating: NC-17
word count: ~2,200
kink: Written for kink_bingo for the prompt: phone sex
warnings: RPS, implied partner betrayal, toys, mention of crossdressing, language
legal: This is a work of fiction; no harm to any person depicted herein is intended
AN: Many thanks to my wonderful beta, mischief. This is so much better because of her. Any remaining mistakes are all mine.
summary: David exhaled loudly into the phone. "So, what am I supposed to do with this now… and you two thousand miles away?"

Not exactly a sequel to Winter Meeting, but the events here occur directly afterward. While this fic stands alone, you probably should read Winter Meeting first.


Joe hesitated another second or two, edging his thumb along the corner of his phone. He set it on the desk and paced a few steps around his study before flopping back down in his chair and hitting the speed dial. He was about to hang up when David answered. He sounded rushed and Joe was almost sorry he'd called. "Bad time?" he asked.

"No, no… actually, I'm just getting in from the studio."

"How's it going?"

"Shit, you know how I hate looping audio, but it was kind of neat to see some of the film put together. How are you?"

Joe smiled. "Bored."

"Are you kidding? You've got the whole week with nothing to do and a houseful of kids. Limitless possibilities."

"Still… bored," he sighed. His phone began to cut out, annoying him, and the noise of movement on the other end made it difficult to hear.

"…know, there's nothing keeping you from hopping on a plane?"

"Nothing but a good reason." Not that David wasn't reason enough, and he knew David would understand what he meant.

"Yeah, I can see how saying you were going to Toronto to spend the rest of the week in bed with your boyfriend would be a bad move."

Joe snorted into the phone. "The worst."

"Still…"

Adrenaline shot through him at the tone of David's voice and his open-ended invitation. He wondered if David was serious, or if it was just one of those things you said. They'd already talked about this. The trip was scheduled tight, and, knowing David, it was probably all work. Besides, it would be difficult to justify getting away.

Before he could say anything else, David threw him a curve. "Jesus, Joe, I'm getting hard just talking to you."

Joe thought of the face that went with that voice, of those blue eyes darkening. He swallowed hard before answering. "Yeah?"

David exhaled loudly into the phone. "So, what am I supposed to do with this now… and you two thousand miles away?"

"I could put on one of Katherine's dresses and send you a photo." Joe grinned, scrubbing his hand over his chin.

"Ah, you tease. You're just saying that 'cause you know how hot it'd get me."

He propped his elbow on the desk and considered that. "Cold shower, then?"

“Actually, I was thinking of something a little more… engaging." The husky edge to David's laughter bristled along Joe's hairline. He loved how they just knew what they were going to do without any discussion.

Taking David's cue, Joe leaned back in his chair, spread his legs and let his hand drift to his crotch. "Okay, tell me what you'd do if I was there," he said, going for nonchalant and failing miserably. He glanced over at the clock and mentally calculated how much longer he'd be in the house alone.

"Funny you should mention that… know what I'd really like?"

"Hmm."

"You, here, fucking my brains out."

"You've got a short memory, Hewlett; we just did that."

David didn't answer right away. "No, I mean, really, you fucking me."

"But you've never—" He forced the rest of the words, even as his suddenly-dry throat threatened to hold onto them. "Why—why haven't you said anything?"

"Honestly, I wasn't sure until now." David's sigh was a loud blur over the phone. "I've been… well, I've been doing a little experimenting, and—"

"You've what?" A stab of panic burned Joe's chest.

"Not like that. I've been… okay, this is going to sound a little weird, I know, but… IboughtadildoandI'vebeenusingitonmyself."

Joe barely grasped the meaning of the words as they rushed past him. "Jesus." He molded his hand over the growing bulge between his legs, then quickly worked the buttons of his fly undone. Fuck, now that was hot. David fucking himself. "What's it like?" he asked.

"God, it's incredible," David answered and there was no missing that little hitch in his voice.

"I mean the… is it… big?"

"No—" David replied, the tone one he'd mastered over the past few years: idiot. "Actually, it's blue, uh, silicone – hard but pliable – and shaped vaguely like a human penis." Joe smiled at the predictably clinical description, like David was reading it off the box. "But Joe, the first time I came with it inside me… Jesus. I thought of you… that's when I knew I wanted you to fuck me."

Joe shuddered, stuttering out the breath he'd been holding. David's words had hardened him even more. Not able to wait any longer, he cradled the phone between his ear and shoulder, tugged the waistband of his boxers down and took out his cock.

"Are you hard yet?"

Joe nodded. "Oh, yeah."

"Good. Hang on, I'll go get it."

"You've got it with you?" He closed his eyes and pictured David lying in bed, jerking off while pushing that dildo up his ass. Damn.

"Hello… not leaving it at home for prying eyes."

Joe grinned then cringed, thinking of Jane walking in on Mars with his new, blue, vaguely penis-shaped chew toy. He slid his hand lazily up his shaft while anticipation buzzed the very air around him.

"I'd much rather explain it to a customs clerk, if you know what I mean?"

"Uh huh," He stroked himself painfully slow, waiting for David, keeping those pictures in mind, trying to imagine the look on David's face that first time. Then he heard a sharp snap.

"Okay, listen, I'm going to switch to the earpiece—I need both hands for this."

Just the thought sent a hot flash straight to Joe's groin. "Yeah, okay," he breathed, curling his hand up over the ridge of his cock. He cleared his throat to even out his voice. "Just tell me when you're ready."

A moment later, David was back. "You know, this would be a hell of a lot easier if you were here."

The sound of air sucked in between David's teeth was one Joe felt as well as heard. It was a sound that stuck to him like wet ice. "If I was there, I'd give you the real thing…"

"Oh, fuck, yes." And, there, that was the voice guaranteed to shower a dead man with chills. "I want it, Joe… you inside me… just like this."

Joe squeezed his dick tighter as the chills turned to a damp heat that crawled over his body. He saw himself sliding inside David. "What're you doing with it now?" he asked, barely able to hold his voice together. "Is it all the way in? Are you…" He bit down on his words at the sound of David's breathing, harsh and loud.

"Yeah, all the way… working it in and… ahhh, fuck, that feels good…"

Joe began to jack himself faster. He bit his lip and closed his eyes. He was fucking David; he was making David moan like that, not some piece of blue silicone.

"… so much better if… damn, I can't wait to… need you…"

"I'll make it good," Joe promised.

"Oh, God, Joe…" David's voice was nothing more than a harsh whimper. "Fuck me… need you to…"

"I am… I’m doin' it." Joe soothed, snapping his hips, pushing into his hand. "Feel it? That's it… give me that ass, David… mine…"

"Fuck, yes. Yours… all yours." David's words punched the air, obliterating the distance between them. "God, right there, Joe."

Joe bit down harder and backed off a bit. A tiny bead of sweat broke free and trickled along his hairline, kissing the lobe of his ear before dissolving. Jesus, one more touch and he'd… but he wanted David to come first, wanted to hear him, wanted think of David clenching around that fake cock… no, around him.

And there was something else that kept nagging at him, something David had said earlier. Something that sent a shiver chasing down his spine, a knife edge against his tightening balls, and, fuck, what the hell. "Would it really get you hot to see me in drag, in a short skirt?"

"Black," David gritted. "Leather."

Those two simple words fanned the flames of something that had been in the back of his mind since their last visit together, and Joe immediately saw himself straddling David, the warm and forgiving leather hugging the tops of his thighs and ass. "Yeah… what if I wore it while I was screwing you?" he asked, a little more breathless than he wanted. He was so close.

David's strangled moans and quick breaths filled Joe's ear. Joe's thighs froze as he strained against the inevitable, pushing back in the chair, toes curling against the balls of his feet as the first spasm hit. He closed his eyes and finally let go as David cried out, both of them panting out their orgasms.

"Christ, Joe," David muttered after a moment.

Finally summoning the will to move, Joe fumbled on the desk, fluffed out a handful of tissues from the box and absently swiped at his stomach. "Yeah…" Yes, it was good, but there was no warm skin smelling of David, no strong, sweaty arms to hold him. He wadded up the tissues, clutching them in his fist.

David coughed and cleared his throat. "I've got two more days here. One more day at the studio and then I thought I'd try and spend a little time catching up with Vincenzo, you know, dinner, talking shop."

"Okay."

"I really am sorry, Joe," David said, his voice warm and heavy.

Joe knew that, so he said nothing. What could he say?

"Hey listen, I'm gonna go… gotta clean up. Thanks. That was…"

He smiled, mostly at David thinking thank-yous were in order. "Anytime."

"Helps with the whole missing you thing, you know."

"I do," Joe said, blowing a breath into the phone. "Talk to you soon."

"Count on it."

Pants still undone, not quite ready to move yet, Joe sat there, thinking. Hell, why not? He'd cleared his whole week after all. He picked up his phone again.

David's voice sounded drowsy and far away, but there was no mistaking the smile in it. "Mmmmm, forget something?"

"I'm taking the seven a.m. flight… I'll be there by five."

"What's your reason?"

"I'll think of something."

"Listen, Joe, really… I'd like that, and it's not that I don't want you here, but for the time we'd have, is it worth the risk?"

Fuck. David was right, as usual. As much as Joe wanted this to be about discovery and exploration and making David happy, it was really about family considerations. The most important thing, the one thing they'd always promised one another, was that they'd do whatever it took to keep this relationship, however tenuous their hold on it.

"See," David continued, "you're forcing me to spring my surprise early."

"Surprise?"

"I'll be back in L.A. soon. Mars and I are driving down together—moving into the new digs next week."

"You're…" Joe grinned despite himself, trying to shake the mental image of Mars driving while David snored away beside him.

"We're moving to Los Angeles. We did talk about the possibility, remember? I just didn't want to say anything until I knew for sure. I'm sorry, I should have—"

Suddenly, the sound of the house filling up – voices and scattered footfalls – intruded. "I gotta go," Joe said with coded urgency.

"See you soon."

The bathroom off the study offered him an extra few minutes of afterglow. He watched the tissues ring the toilet bowl and tried to process the news. He was both excited and subdued. David in Los Angeles. While that was great, he knew from the way David had waited to tell him that even he thought it would be a complication. Too much temptation. The opportunities to see each other socially only invited lapses in judgment or telltale signs of what they had. All the more reason to be careful he reminded himself. He would not lose this.

He thought about the next time they'd be together. In the meantime, he'd try hard to push the pictures David had created out of his mind, but knew he'd come back to them again and again. He stared at himself in the mirror over the sink, face flushing a light pink. Hell, if Hewlett could buy a blue dildo, a black leather miniskirt would be a piece of cake.

He turned on the tap and splashed cold water on his face. After a few quick pats with the towel, he half-heartedly jammed his shirttail into his jeans and stepped out into the other part of his life.