Thinking of you, where ever you are

A.N. Raleigh shouldn't be allowed near a phone when Elliot is concerned...

When he'd been at school he had always believed school trips were the most exciting things that could ever happen while doing something specifically designed for school.  Granted, these trips could be the most boring and tedious of events, but at least they took place somewhere other than in the classroom.  Often they provided extra credit and there was usually an assignment attached and if you failed to make the class trip then you ended up looking like an idiot struggling to complete work you had no clue about.

Which was why he encouraged Elliot to go on the class trip, regardless of the fact the boy would be gone for two whole weeks.

"I'll miss you, but I think I can cope for two weeks without you, Eli," he'd told him the day before.  It had sucked that they couldn't spend the night before Elliot went away together but they managed by spending the day in bed instead.  Sooner or later someone was going to notice that Elliot wasn't sleeping over in the dorm room's of his friends but somewhere completely off campus.

He was going to Italy with his langauge class to 'practise their skills on the Italian people', or something to that effect.  The whole class were going to see sights from Venice to Rome and many other famous cities and landmarks in Italy.  Most of the students of Constance had more than likely been on holidays in Italy before - but this was an educational trip and was therefore different.

The first day Elliot was gone Raleigh coped by getting some of his amounting workload done.  Day two was spent playing video games with Lake (he didn't take Italian, and the trip was for third years anyway).  Day three was more work, a phonecall from his grandmother and then hanging out with his niece.  He and Kate ranted about various things (mainly the parts of the family that had practically disowned them without actually 'disowning' them.) and then chatted about whatever came to mind.  Raleigh decided that he needed to meet this 'Jamie' person that Kate was so hooked on.

Day four and the loneliness finally had chance to sink in.  Laying on his back on his sofa, Raleigh stared up at his ceiling and wondered what time it was in Italy.  Elliot had sent him a few texts and an email outlining things he'd been up to.  Most of his time seemed to consist of traveling on a coach - but at least the scenery was nice.  With no clue about the time difference he had no idea when Elliot would call - if he ever had chance to call at all.

It was around three in the afternoon and the phone rang.  At this hour of the day anyone could be ringing.  What Raleigh wasn't expected to hear from the moment he said "Hello?" was;

"I really miss you," whsipered down the line.

Smiling, Raleigh walked back from where he'd picked up the phone to the sofa and lay back down, tucking his free arm behind his head.  "I was just thinking about you," he replied.  "What time is it?"

"About ten.  It's supposed to be lights out but the guy I'm sharing a room with has just snuck out to one of the girl's rooms so I'm alone."

"You having to share a room?"

"Yeah.  Its why I haven't had chance to ring.  I want to be completely alone when I can talk to you."

"Ashamed of me?" Raleigh chuckled jokingly.

"Don't want to share you - and besides, I don't want someone listening in to our conversations.  They're private."

Raleigh arched a brow.  "Are you suggest what I think you're suggesting?" he asked in a slightly seductive manner.

"Mabye..."

"You're a tease."

"I haven't seen you for nearly a week."

"You're a horny devil."

"Hey, if my temporary roommate can slink off and have actual sex I think I'm allowed to talk dirty to my boyfriend on the phone."

"You're going to hate your phonebill."

"Don't care.  Miss you more."

Rolling his shoulders into the cushions to get comfy, Raleigh had to admit that he missed Elliot too.  He didn't see him every day, but at least he knew he was in the same city as him.  The distance of an entire ocean made his heart ache.  "I miss you too," he replied, tucking the phone handset between his ear and his shoulder and running his own free hand through his hair.  "I'd of thought you would have been having too much fun to miss me."

"I'd rather see these places with you."

"Maybe during your summer break we can go there together?"  They'd never talked about a holiday together before.  Raleigh didn't travel much and his work kept him pretty grounded (apart from when he attended various conventions).  Zak had mentioned wanting to go skiing to Lake who relayed the information to the two of them in a coffee shop which brought about Raleigh mentioning his family owning a lodge near a skiing location and that they could all go sometime, but never had it been a get-away that consisted of just the two of them.

Even though he couldn't see it, he could hear Elliot smiling on the other end of the phone.  "I'd really like that.  Some of these places look like they could be really romantic - if it wasn't ruinined by the fact that I'm here with school and not you."

"You been to Venice yet?  I hear that place is really romantic."

"Yeah, we were there the other day.  We're in Florence at the moment before we head to Rome."  There was the sound of shuffling blankets and Raleigh closed his eyes as he listened to the sounds coming over the phoneline, trying to imagine how Elliot looked right now.  It was dark so he didn't need to picture much of the room; just the bed with Elliot hiding underneath the blankets, curled up on his side and holding the phone to his ear.  "It was nice, but kind of ruined by the fact I was put into this group with two giggling girls and a guy that seemed to want to learn about every macabre fact available."

"Sounds like an absolute partyfest.  I do hope you didn't enjoy yourself too much."

Elliot chuckled dryly.  "It was pretty boring - and somewhat disturbing."

"Well, when we go I'll take you on one of those boat rides."

"Its called a gondola."

"Yeah, that's what I said; boat ride."  His smile brightened when he head Elliot's little giggle.  Why did he have to be so cute even when he was so far away?  "Then we'd eat pizza and pasta to build our energy up before making use of the hotel's 'do not disturb' sign.  I've never had sex in a foreign country."

"Me neither."

"You can have phone sex though."

"Raleigh!"

"What?  You said you were alone.  I'm alone - you're alone.  It may be about three in the afternoon but I'm pretty sure I could to the mental images of you stroking yourself when you should be sleeping like a good little student."

There was a nervous chuckle from Elliot.  "I...I shouldn't."

"No, but you can.  Go on.  Just reach down and think of me."

Raleigh expected to hear a rejection as Elliot's reply.  Instead he got "Okay," and the rustling of sheets once more.  There was silence and he began to worry until Elliot's breathing gained a slight increase, getting heavier and faster. "You have to do it too," he breathed.  "And tell me what you're thinking."  There was a slight echo that he could only just pick up.

"You in the bathroom?"

"That's not what I wanted to hear - but yeah.  I don't want to make a mess."

Raleigh grinned and reached down with his hand, eyes still closed but his image of Elliot now changed.  Elliot wasn't in a bathroom, but naked on his bed, arching up into his own hand.  His body reacted at the image and pressed hard against the inside of his jeans.

"You're not talking."

"I'm building an image."

"Tell it to me."

"You're naked on your back, hands wrapped around your cock and your eyes are closed.  I know you're thinking of me because I can see my name on your lips, but you've not said it out loud yet."

"Nmmm...And you?  What are you doing?"

"I'm watching you, and the sight is just too much.  I want you so much but I can't touch you so I wrap my fingers around my own erection," he described while doing just that after pulling down his zipper.  Raleigh had never been one for masturbating because the feelings it gave him never felt completely right.  At the moment, however, things felt different.  This was the only way he could be intimate with the one he loved when he was so far away.  His cock throbbed in his own hand and he moaned out Elliot's name.

"If you were with me now, what would you do to me?" Elliot practically moaned down the phone.

Raleigh rocked into his hand and swallowed hard, building the image in his head.  "Kiss you; touch you; push myself so deep inside your body until I was a complete part of you."

"Ah...ah...and then...Ooohh...God I miss you."

"I'd tell you how much I...mmm...loved you.  I'd slowly speed up, getting harder and...nnn...faster...until I...oh...Eli..."  Gulping down air, his ears filled with the sound of his own blood pulsing in his ears and the sound of Elliot's rapid breathing and attempts at keeping his moans quiet.  It was all too much and he came with Elliot's name, pushing hard into his hand.

He'd made a mess but right now he didn't care.  Slumping down into the cushions a lazy smile spread across his features while he listened to Elliot's breathing come back down.

"Raleigh...?"

"Mmmm?"

"I love you too."

He chuckled, listening to the obvious sounds of Elliot removing evidence of what they'd just been up to and then climbing back into bed.  "I wish you didn't have to hang up."

There was a sleepy yawn.  "Raleigh?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you talk to me while I fall asleep?"

"Your phonebill is going to be huge!"

"Your cock's bigger."

Raleigh couldn't help but laugh.  Sometimes Elliot surprised him in the most extraordinary ways.  "Well, since you complimented me on my size I'll definitely talk you to sleep."

And he did.  He talked about everything and anything.  He talked about his work, about the phonecall with his grandmother.  He talked about how he was cleaning up the mess of their little 'session'.  He talked until the breathing on the other end of the line became deeper and despite saying his name several times, Elliot didn't answer.  He didn't want to hang up and wished that he too could curl up in bed and just lay there listening to the sound of Elliot sleeping thousands of miles away.