Pairing: Stu/The Caller

Rating: PG-13, I think.

Summary: Stu knows he shouldn't do that.

Disclaimer: I don't even own myself, let alone someone else's characters.

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Anyone in their right mind would hung up and call the police.

"Hello Stu"

But he hadn't feel like he was in his right mind lately, and who's to blame?

He picks it. Over and over again. He has nothing to fear. He'd been good, he's sure of it. He just needs this.

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"Why're you calling me?"

"Because you need it." Amused, of course. Punctuating the obvious.

"Since when you read minds too?"

"I don't. But keep staring at the phone is a pretty good giveaway."

That should be disturbing. But is exciting. He doesn't know what's wrong with him. He's not sure he wants to know.

"You're watching me."

Another chuckle.

"I'm always watching you, Stu."

The word is out of his mouth before he can stop it.

"Good"

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"I'm curious, Stu. What does this make you feel?"

Stop

hung up

"Important?"

He answers, his voice thick.

"Want."

A small laugh.

"Wanted? How chip."

He has to smile. "No. Just want."

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He knows he shouldn't go. But he does, he shows up in any place, at any time, just like he's told. In search for that single touch he knows he's gonna get, liquid heat, never nearly enough.

"In that alley, Stu. 3 P.M."

Arms sliding from behind, breath in his ear. A hand grasping his chest, the other pulling his shirt out of his pants.

"The mall, three blocks from home, shouldn't be hard to find. Right now."

Right now been 6:30 A.M. Still, there's always many people in the malls, at any hour, have you noticed that?

Enough to make a crowd, in between which Stu is gonna bump into someone who's going to casually lick his neck.

Single touches he knows he's going to be jerking off to for weeks. 'Till the next one. And the next one.

Stu is not completely honest with anyone, but that voice.