"Good morning ☀️ say it back 😎" read the caption to the photo Benji had sent him. It was an innocent-enough mirror selfie of Benji dressed in his usual dark jeans and dark sweater with his leather jacket over it.

What was a bit unusual, though, was the dark nail polish visible on one hand, and the other hand trying to be sneaky lifting up the bottom of his top to expose his abs. Benji was winking at him, flashing a crooked, toothy grin. This was absolutely not a regular selfie, and the bratty caption tacked on confirmed Victor's suspicions.

Glancing around his room, Victor rolled his eyes and rose from his bed. It was a Friday, which meant he had a little bit of breathing room, albeit not much; he could take a little bit of time for himself.

Clad only in his underwear, Victor knew he had to be more subtle. He opened his closet and pulled out one of his flannel button-ups. Perfect. Pairing it with some jeans, Victor admired himself in the mirror, withdrawing his phone. Before he took the picture, he made a point to undo the top few buttons of his flannel, exposing a bit of his chest. He grinned when he got a photo of himself, mouth set in a serious straight line, brow chiseled as he tried to let the early morning chiaroscuro darken his face a bit.

Captioning it with only "It back 😘", he sent it over to Benji, accepting his boyfriend's invitation to play the game.

Benji's phone vibrated on top of the table next to him as he took notes in class while his lecturer explained some composition concepts that Benji already felt like he had a good grasp on, so he was happy to have a distraction. Glancing around, he slid his phone off his desk and held it discreetly so as to not draw too much attention to the fact that he was using his phone in class. Lecturers normally didn't care, but he didn't want to be rude.

When he saw that he had a notification from Victor, along with an attached photo, he had to bite the inside of his cheek as he covered his face so his smile wasn't so obvious.

His heart changed its cadence, tapping against his rib cage as his eyes raked over Victor's form.

I see how it is... Benji thought wickedly, withdrawing mentally from his surroundings and focusing on what to send Victor in response. He just hoped his blush wouldn't give him away.

Checking the time, Benji realized he wouldn't have a lot of time to think on it and excused himself to the restroom. He all but ran down the corridor, trying to play it cool; if someone were to listen to his breathing, he would be caught.

"You didn't say 'Good morning' back. 😡 Rude. But I'll allow it this time 😌" Benji wrote, peering into the bathroom and realizing it was empty. The corridors were dead quiet aside from the sound of distant instruments, but the threat of someone walking in on him made him grin.

He'd taken his jacket off and left it in the lecture hall, which was a shame because Benji thought it made him look badass; he'd have to make do with what he was wearing. Lifting the bottom of his shirt a bit higher this time to expose more of his abs as he turned to the side and showed off his jean-clad ass, Benji snapped a few photos before frowning and realizing he hated all of them, his face reddening. Clearly it had been too long since he and Victor had sexted, and he felt like he was doing it for the first time. Maybe he had subconsciously intended to start something earlier that morning, but he hadn't actually expected Victor to go along with it.

Once he finally succeeded in getting a photo that he didn't think was horrible (although he knew Victor would fight him and tell him all his selfies were great), he sent it to Victor before he could change his mind. He captioned it with:

"How far do you think I can go before I get caught? 👀" 

Almost immediately, Benji saw that the "Delivered" receipt changed to "Read". Benji bit his lip, glancing at himself in the mirror over the top of his phone, tucking some stray hair behind his ear as he waited for Victor to respond.

When Victor received the message from Benji, he almost dropped his phone as he scrambled to open the message. He felt his face heat up when he read the caption, his lips curling up into a wide grin against his will. It was difficult to tear his eyes away from the image of Benji's toned, muscular body, but he knew he had to come up with something quickly.

Tapping his chin, he thought about not only what he wanted to send to Benji, but also what he expected in return. Benji liked pushing him a bit but he knew how to push back; they had a fairly good understanding of each others' limits after all this time.

Emboldened by Benji's enthusiasm, Victor pursed his lips as he undid more of the buttons on his flannel, letting it hang open as he sat down on his bed. He could feel his semi-hard dick pressing against his leg, the outline faintly visible through his jeans. Leaning back on his hand, Victor held his phone above his head, letting his eyelids hang low over his eyes as he took another photo, blushing a bit; he was pleased with the end result.

"The shirt needs to go 😏" Victor wrote, grinning mischievously. "Keep up, B. But don't blame me if someone sees you in a... compromising position 🥵"

Benji's breath hitched in his throat as he read Victor's message and examined the photo. He covered his face in his hand, not wanting to look at himself in the mirror because he knew he was bright red at this point.

"Wish I could sit on your lap and feel your muscular legs 😉" Benji wrote back, before glancing down the hallway and noting that, at least for now, the coast was clear.

Seeing Victor getting hard just from him was extremely satisfying for Benji and he felt lighter knowing how much Victor desired him physically. It was easy to forget that aspect when they weren't around each other, but it was nice to get a reminder that he was actually pretty hot -- at least to the one he loved; that was all that mattered.

"What would you want to do if you were here sitting on my lap? 🤔" Victor responded, and Benji almost panicked.

Breathing deeply, he stripped off his shirt, glancing down the corridor again just in case. He snapped another mirror selfie, hand resting on his belt buckle, just above the outline of his dick in his jeans as he he covered his face with the back of his hand so Victor wouldn't see his dumb grin and beet-red cheeks.

"Obviously I'd want to kiss you... 😘" Benji wrote back, face heating up as he added, "and I'd want you to just... kiss me all over. I miss feeling you against me 🥺"

Victor almost teared up reading Benji's message, getting annoyed at himself for being sad when he was trying to be horny. He wasn't about to go soft from that. Instead, he thought about Benji above him, lips against his, their chests rubbing together, slicked with sweat as they gripped at each others' hair, before Victor let his hands wander down Benji's body, squeezing his ass...

Shaking his head, Victor stared at the picture Benji sent him again, admiring the lines of his body and how he managed to stay sculpted, like a Greek god. He sighed, knowing he was lucky.

"What else? 👀" Victor ventured, peeling off his jeans so he could recline in only his underwear and his open flannel. His dick was rock-hard now, straining against the front of his boxer-briefs. But he still had to tease Benji a bit, he couldn't just give it to him.

"I'd want you to make me beg to touch you 🤤" Benji added. He was standing in the middle of the bathroom shirtless and without any trousers on, shivering a bit as the cool air hit his overheated skin. It was like he had read Victor's mind.

Standing with his back to the mirror, Victor took another picture of himself, this time over his shoulder, showing off his lean yet muscular physique. He smirked, capturing the view of his back and ass, captioning it with "Ask nicely and maybe I'll consider it 🧐"

"And I'll show you my dick if you show me yours first 🤭🍆" Victor added, shoving his hand down the front of his underwear and touching himself as he awaited Benji's response, the grin on his face almost painful.

Somehow, Benji had managed to evade having any visitors in the bathroom. He bit his bottom lip as he looked around once again, breathing a sigh of relief when no one showed up. His heart pounding so hard he could feel it pulsating in the rest of his body, Benji stroked himself a few times before he pulled his dripping dick out of his boxer-briefs. He held the hefty weight in his hand as he tried to get a good angle of his body.

As soon as Benji snapped the photo, he heard the noise of footsteps approaching through the corridor. He felt like he was on fire as he tucked himself back in and fled into one of the stalls, locking the door behind him just as he heard the footsteps enter the bathroom.

"I almost got caught 😳" Benji typed to Victor, sending him one of the photos he took of his body before taking another selfie as he pressed himself with his back up against the door, his face red as he smiled slyly. "I deserve a reward for that 🤬"

"Good job 🥰 " Victor replied, snapping a picture of his cock as promised. He managed to get a good shot of the sun illuminating his body as it rose higher in the sky. "I wanna watch you touch yourself 🥺 FaceTime? 😘"

Swallowing, Benji looked around. As much as he would love to have Victor watch him, he wasn't sure how he would manage that. "You'd have to be quiet, but also, I need both my hands for this right now. 😏 Can I get dressed at least? I'm tired of holding my clothes 🥵"

Victor loved when Benji asked for his permission to do something, and he found himself blushing at the request. He could easily tell his boyfriend no, and he knew Benji would comply, but it would stop being fun for them both. And Benji had already been good, Victor noted, rolling onto his back on his bed, holding his phone above his face.

"Of course. You did so well 😍" Victor replied, scrolling back up to see the pictures they had exchanged. Humming to himself, he saved Benji's photos to his special, secret folder for when he couldn't sleep.

Benji dressed himself, trying not to make any noise to alert whoever had shown up. He was frustrated, and that coupled with needing to move slowly and quietly was a recipe for disaster. Now almost more than ever, he wished Victor could have just finished the job himself, but alas, the ocean separated them.

Feeling sticky and uncomfortable, only wanting to cum at this point, Benji slid his hands into his pants, stroking himself a few times. He checked the clock on his phone and realized that he'd been out of class for what he imagined would be a suspicious amount of time. His heart hammered in his chest; he couldn't go back in this state.

Maybe this was the universe telling Benji to start carrying lube with him, he mused, as he spit on his fingers. Breathe-laughing at his own joke, Benji put his hands down his pants again, this time teasing at his hole.

He couldn't finger himself as well as Victor did, but it was better than nothing, even if it hurt his wrist to try and adjust the angle properly. Burying his face in the back of his arm to try and keep himself from moaning, he slid his spit-coated fingers inside himself, trying to press against that spot inside that would make him squirm. He frowned, wanting Victor's long, nimble fingers (but ultimately, his dick, obviously ) inside him instead, so he closed his eyes and imagined it.

Pausing, he pulled his phone from his pocket, taking a few selfies of his face as he fingered himself. He sent them to Victor with no captions because he knew Victor would understand what he meant. Plus, his hands were too occupied to type.

Oh shit, oh fuck... Victor thought as he gazed at his lover's face, Benji's brow furrowed, lip caught between his teeth. Covering his face as he felt himself grow warm, Victor's dick twitched. He touched himself as he thought of Benji, who was thinking about him, too.

When Benji finally came, seeing white as his whole body shuddering as he struggled to keep himself upright, he felt the draw of sleep wash over him. He took his hand out of his pants, shaking and feeling filthy and drenched. Benji stared at the milky fluid, taking a final selfie of himself licking his fingers, with the caption: "Wishing it was yours 🥺"

He tapped on the notification that popped up on his phone and sent the photo without thinking. It was already late and he needed to get back to class, so he cleaned himself up as thoroughly as he could and washed his hands. Giving himself a once over, he marched down the hallway.

His pocket vibrated and Benji sighed, taking out his phone. He wondered why Ish had texted him.

"Uhh... not sure this was meant for me 😳" He'd written.

Stopping in his tracks, Benji felt his whole body heat up as shame rolled over him like a collapsing star. He stared at his phone in shock, not sure how to respond. Dropping dead in the middle of the corridor was preferable to anything else right now.

All he could think to write back was "Oops sorry" as he contemplated if he could even go back to class at this point. He couldn't bear to look Ish in the eye at that point. Even if the caption might apply, he wasn't going to tell Ish that. He was loyal, after all.

Benji copied and pasted his original message into the chain he had with Victor, sending it to him before including a follow-up message:

"I accidentally sent this to my flatmate, this is so humiliating 🙈😖😭 how tf am I supposed to face him now? I hope your nut was worth it 😣"

Victor's eyes widened as he read the message, and it had in fact been enough to get him to cum, but he felt bad immediately after. Sitting up and ignoring the time (he was already late for anger management and would answer for himself later), Victor ran his hand through his hair. He knew it wasn't entirely his own fault, but he remembered how Pilar had read his letter to Benji after he had kissed him years ago, and knew how embarrassing the whole ordeal was. So he imagined this must be like that but on crack.

"Omg no babe that's horrible 😰 if it's any consolation it was a great photo 🥺❤️" Victor wrote with a heavy sigh, "I'm guessing he's someone you can trust not to make your life a living hell?"

Peering into the lecture hall from the corridor, Benji could see his classmates gathering their things to leave. He sneaked into an alcove as he waited for them to retreat. If he needed to explain later he would be for now he didn't want to see anyone's face. Even if he didn't care what others thought about him as much anymore, he wasn't in the right headspace time to come up with a convincing and not-humiliating lie. And despite the fact that Ish seemed like a good person and he seemed like he wouldn't do anything cruel to him, he wasn't sure if he fully trusted that assessment. Perhaps this would be easier to brush off if Ish wasn't so goddamn attractive.

Listening and waiting for his classmates to exit the building, Benji tiptoed to collect his things before bolting out the door. He wasn't in the mood to socialize but wanted to be around his friends anyway, because he knew his absence would look even more suspicious. Hopefully, they wouldn't bombard him with too many questions.

"Idk he's a good guy but you can never be too careful. Anyway, hope your day goes better than mine 😘" Benji wrote, pocketing his phone before catching up to his friends. He had no choice but to face whatever result came of his actions.

At least it wasn't a dick pic, he thought.