Kink: Texting, Dirty Talk
Ship: Ray/Patrick
Top: Ray
Bottom: Patrick
Words: 2260

It's no secret that Patrick has always been an experimentalist.

His mind open with next to no limits, if it's suggested, he'll almost always try it. No matter how strange it may sound. He'll want to do it. Who knows, maybe it'll be his next biggest kink. So when Gerard delivered a message that suggested something he hadn't tried before, he was completely up to trying it.

When Patrick got the news that Ray had gotten into a huge accident which landed him in the hospital for two weeks and at home for another month, his heart dropped. He had never really talked to Ray much, but he knew he was a good man, someone to rely on when you needed it most. But what really worried Patrick was the fact that he had hoped to scene with him.

Apparently Ray had hoped the same thing. It's about three days into the tour when Gerard handed him an envelope addressed from Raymond Toro. The handwriting was kind of hard to read, sloppy and Patrick guessed that's because Ray was in a hospital hundreds of miles away with very little hard surface to write on. He pulled the paper from between Gerard's fingers and began to open it, but Gerard quickly stopped him with a rough grip of his hand.

"You should probably wait," He says, brown eyes delivering a message that Patrick quickly catches onto.

"Oh. Okay."

Gerard smiles and pats his shoulder softly, "Stay safe, Man."

Patrick hardly thinks it'll be difficult with Andy constantly on his back. Patrick only thanks the singer and turns to head back to his bus to find some private space and maybe Andy soon after. Depends on what exactly is in the letter.

The man heads to his bunk, finding Joe across from him on his own mattress, asleep. Eyes shut and gentle snores escaping those lips. Patrick judges it good enough for privacy and begins opening the letter, tearing the seal delicately and pulling out the paper inside.

Patrick,

It's Ray, I'm sorry I couldn't be there for warped tour, I wish I could have, but my little accident has been a pain in my ass. I hope you're doing okay, and I didn't give this to Gerard to just chit-chat even though that would be nice and you seem like a good person to do that with. I sent this to address the email that Elisa sent out, and I'd totally be up to doing something long distance with you. Maybe I could get your number, or we could skype. Whatever you want to do, but I do want to scene with you.

My number is here along with my skype. Have Andy call me so we can talk because I'm not doing this without him being involved. I really want you, hope you do, too.

Anyways, hope warped is going good for you. Play hard, fuck harder.

-Ray

Patrick chuckles slightly at the last few words, but it soon passes when he reads over the first part again. He feels his pulse begin to pick up as he thinks about Ray, about how Ray wants this. He lets out a deep breath, his lungs constricting. After a short moment of thought, he grabs his phone from his pocket and quickly dials in Ray's number as a contact. He's not gonna do anything without Andy's consent, that could ruin the entire warped tour for him, but he does want to do this with Ray.

The singer gets up from the bunk, letter in hand and phone back in his pocket before he heads outside, the door creaking open as he presses it. He needs to find Andy, he wants to text Ray. Needs to text Ray. It's not a secret to him that he's had a small crush on the guitarist for a while. The large, calloused hands, the wavy brown hair, dark eyes, and those goddamned lips.

"Andy!" Patrick begins running forward as soon as he sees the man in just a pair of gym shorts, talking with Pete and Gerard. He blushes the slightest when he sees Gerard. He knows Gerard knows what he has in hand and exactly what he's about to ask Andy about and the thought both turns him on and embarrasses the fuck out of him.

The drummer turns from his conversation to see Patrick blushing a dark red, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He notices Gerard stand a little straighter and his lip twitch up the slightest into a smirk. Holy fuck.

"Hmm?"

"I... uh..." Patrick blushes impossibly darker and lowers his eyes, feeling extremely intimidated with the way Gerard's looking at him and the fact that Pete's right there. He should've thought this through. Fuck, "T-talk to me when you get a chance later."

"No, it's fine, go ahead," Gerard pipes up. He feels his heart drop lower and looks up with wide, shrunken eyes. The dominant tone is basically radiating off of the man, it makes Patrick's stomach flip and he has to shift a little so his hoodie falls lower on his jeans.

"I got a letter from Ray you should read... I-I mean just to make sure you're okay with it and everything," Patrick mumbles, even more embarrassed when Pete clears his throat and steps back a little.

Andy grabs the letter, skimming it quickly. His gray eyes flicker across the page. The general mood between the four of them is so mixed. Andy just doesn't care about it much, finding it completely normal that Fall Out Boy's lead singer is asked his drummer if he can sext My Chemical Romance's lead guitarist. Pete is shifting uncomfortably, giving off the general body language of awkward and tense. Gerard, on the other hand, is just giving off a cocky, dominant vibe, wanting to thoroughly embarrass the other singer. God, it's working, too, and Patrick both loves it, and hates it. It's humiliating, so humiliating but hot and he makes a mental note to tell him to talk to Andy later or something.

"That's fine, vanilla or not. Make sure the government doesn't find out," Andy sighs, handing the letter back over. Patrick's eyes widen, and he swallows, his throat parched dry like someone drained him of all the fluid in his body. He's happy that Andy said yes, but fucking embarrassed as hell.

"Thanks, Man," Patrick mumbles, then turns with bright cheeks and heads back to the bus as quick as he can, head down as he grabs his phone and shoves his hands in his pockets. His strides are long and fast, shoulders hunched, showing everything to say, "Leave me the fuck alone."

He gets back in the bus, seeing Joe still asleep and deciding he'll just have to stick to texting Ray for now. He would rather his bandmate not wake up to the sight and sound of Patrick with a hand down his pants and yelling, "I want your cock, Sir" at his computer. The embarrassment might be a bit much even for him.

He opens Ray's contact info, then sends a new message,

Patrick: Hey, it's Patrick. I got your letter from Gerard and I talked with Andy, he said it's totally fine.

He doubts Ray will text back right away so instead he grabs his laptop and opens it to GarageBand, plugging in his earbuds to go over a couple songs they've been working on. Ten long treacherous minutes pass where Patrick is completely bored out of his mind waiting for Ray to reply when his phone finally, finally buzzes beside him.

Ray: Awesome, can u skype or do u just want 2 do this thru txt?

Patrick immediately replies, typing as fast as his little thumbs will let him. Anticipation has been building up in his system ever since he first got the letter and now with Ray finally here, he finds his breaths picking up and his jeans begin to strain.

Patrick: We can use the messenger on Skype but Joe is currently sleeping in the bunk next to me so no video/calling.

Ray: Awesome

He opens Skype on his computer, quickly logging in, then adding Ray as a contact after a quick reference to the letter. The guitarist responds almost immediately, and he's the first to type a message.

Toro77: Hey there

RealPatrickStump: Hi

RealPatrickStump: I've never done this through text so sorry if I'm a little awkward

Toro77: It's all good, I'm th same way

RealPatrickStump: You wanna start?

Toro77: Sureish

Patrick tries not to internally cringe at how awkward it is and neither of them have even gotten their pants off yet. He makes a quick glance at Joe and decides if he's quiet enough, he might be able to rub one out and keep him asleep.

Toro77: I wanna be there.

Patrick winces.

RealPatrickStump: Yeah?

Toro77: yea

RealPatrickStump: What would you do?

Toro77: Pin u to the closest wall, leave bites on that pale neck.

Patrick shuts one eye and grits his teeth as he slowly unbuckles and unzips his jeans, slipping the cool leather to the side and easing down his boxers just enough for his cock to come out, semi-hard, but enough for Patrick to work with. He tries to imagine Ray's voice, the lighter pitched, silvery voice with a breathy undertone. The way he would whisper it right in Patrick's ear, all the things he'd do to him if only he had the chance.

RealPatrickStump: Fuck

Toro77: Does that sound good? My tongue tracing those ears and one hand creeping up your shirt?

It does. In fact he begins crawling a hand up his shirt and tracing the delicate skin, despite the fact he's blushing like hell.

RealPatrickStump: That sounds so good

Toro77: What if I had you call me daddy?

Patrick raises his eyebrows. He's not against it, but he sure as hell wasn't expecting that from Toro. Then again, he is that kind of caring type, the one that'll make sure his friends are okay before himself. Patrick wonders if he's ever been in a relationship like that before. How many girls or boys he's pinned to the closest wall and made scream with just his fingers. That thought turns him harder in his hand.

RealPatrickStump: That would be so hot. Could I suck you off? Be a good boy for you?

It takes a minute longer for him to reply after this one but Patrick doesn't blame him, imagines how Ray is taking all this. How his palm is moving up his length.

Toro77: Fuck yea babyboy

RealPatrickStump: Can I touch myself, Daddy? Please?

He imagines the breathy moans that Ray must be letting out. The way his head tilts back but goes right back forward whenever a notification appears on that computer screen.

Toro77: Yeah

Toro77: Imagine me there, prepping you and fucking you and making the bed squeak

Toro77: Imagine my hands on your skin, maybe around your throat. My breaths in your ear everything

Toro77: Fuck, Ima cum

Patrick realizes that Ray's probably been fucking himself this whole time and immediately gets to work to catch up, not even bothering to lick his hand and spreading his precum.

RealPatrickStump: Talk to me, plz wait to cum

Toro77: I'll cum when I damn want to, tell me when you're close

RealPatrickStump: Yes daddy

Toro77: Imagine all the pretty things I'd say into your ear as I fuck you, gripping those hips and smacking that pretty little ass

Patrick stifles a groan as his chest heaves and he squeezes his eyes shut in pleasure, feeling his balls draw up and his legs start to shake. He knows he won't be able to last long, especially with the chance of being caught by Joe. When he finally looks back down, he realizes he's been at it for two or so minutes and should probably text back.

RealPatrickStump: close

Ray takes a moment to respond.

Toro77: Come in 3

Patrick can't stifle the soft whine that comes not long after, hand rubbing furiously against himself.

Toro77: 2

He thumbs his slit and squeezes his tip between two fingers.

Toro77: Come, babyboy

He releases with a soft, muffled cry, eyes squeezing shut and hips stuttering. It's not too powerful, he's never been all that great with masturbation, but he doesn't mind. He just enjoys what he can get and comes down panting and sweating harshly. His heart is pounding and his hands shaking.

He sees a notification when he parts his eyelids again and sighs as soon as the messages come in.

Toro77: Sht I actually have 2 go bc hospital staff

Toro77: I want 2 vid call next time tho

Toro77: Sry

Toro77: Thx tho, bye

Those are the messages Patrick sees when his eyelids part again, he doesn't mind, though, just leans back and shuts his eyes as he regains his breath. As soon as his lungs begin to work well again and his heart rate slows, he pulls off his shirt and wipes up his climax lazily, then tucks his cock away.

"Dude, what the hell?"

He jumps in his seat with a sharp squeak. To his right with a dark eyes and an aggressive frown, he sees Joe. Patrick blushes a bright red, then grins with the most innocent look he can muster, "Oops."

The guitarist just rolls his eyes and tugs his blanket up over his eyes, "Don't talk to me ever again, Stump."

"Sorry."