Quincy Dean is one lucky guy. After months of virtual flirting, he’s convinced the man of his dreams is living next door. True, they’ve never spoken face-to-face, and William Johnson has never posted a picture of himself, but how many William Johnson’s could there be?<br><br>Quincy is positive the two of them would be great together. But if he's ever going to get the chance to convince Will of that fact, he’s going to need to do it before his perfect man figures out he’s too good for Quincy's little corner of Whiteport and disappears from his real life forever.<br><br>But how do you woo someone when you have to stay six feet apart? Direct messages are great, but they aren't very romantic. And when Quincy begins to notice that Will’s messages don’t always match up with what he's seeing through his blinds, he worries that even online he and his dream guy are drifting apart. Six feet or not, it might be time to ask Will out on a date.

Quinny, Focus!

Will: Come for me, babe. I want you to come.


Quincy bit his lip and did as told. He cupped his balls, squeezed his length, and whispered Will’s name as cum painted his stomach.


For a few seconds he laid there panting, then he snapped a photo of the mess he’d made of himself, and sent it before he could talk himself out of it.


No more than a second went by before the phone buzzed.


Quincy’s face heated. He’d sent pictures of himself. He stared at the ceiling, his heart blocking his throat.


Quincy: Yes, I’m here. I’m…Fuck, I can’t believe I sent you those pictures.


Will: LOL It’s okay, I sent you a picture too.


An image of the same hand on the same cock as before followed, but now there was spunk all over the hand.


Quincy chuckled and typed, You sure did. That was…


Chapter 8