Kink: Skype, masturbation
Ship: Gerard/Patrick
Top: Patrick
Bottom: Gerard
Words: 1392

FedoraSlut27: hey...

I wait one... five... ten minutes. He still doesn't reply... more tears form in my eyes...

JacketSlut69: hey bb

I sob gently into my hoodie. I'd been called out for three more weeks. Week one was hell, it's only week two and I'm dying without him. I just wanna see him...

FedoraSlut27: can you video call

I lean back in the bed. Not my bed, the hotel's bed. Not with Gerard, by myself.

I kick my shoes off and throw my hoodie to the floor, hot.

JacketSlut69: yea hold on

I wait for a little bit, wondering if I look okay, shifting in the blankets, finally just throwing off my shirt and socks and huddling up in the messy blankets like a soggy burrito.

JacketSlut69 is calling

Answer-----Decline

I click answer, wiping my tears quickly and smiling to see a black screen, a very faint, low quality outline of my boy back in Chicago on my bed in my gaze.

"Hey," he says in a sleepy voice, "You doing okay?"

I smile softly and shrug, "I just wanted to see your face."

"Aww," Gerard smiles and sets his computer down, turning on a bedside lamp so I can actually see his face. He's shirtless, wrapped up in blankets just like I am with a sleepy face, "I love you, Baby..."

"I love you, too... do you want to go back to sleep...? I'm sorry I woke you up..." I whisper.

"I..." he yawns, "No, it's fine... I'm just a little tired..."

"Go to sleep, Gee, I'll talk to you in the morning, alright?" I laugh. He smiles tiredly, "Okay..."

"I love you."

"Love you, too..."

"Goodnight."

"G'night..."

***

JacketSlut69: Can you talk? Please???

I groan slightly, tired, but I know he wants to talk so I quickly reply, blinking the sleep from my eyes.

FedoraSlut27: Yea

Calling JacketSlut69

"Hey, Baby," I mumble.

"H-Hey..." Gerard whispers, his face flushed and his fingers tangling in the bed as he leans back.

"What's up? Can't you wait until tomorrow? I'll be home at one in the afternoon and we can talk and kiss and whatever you want–"

"N-no... I need you now..." he whispers, his voice shaky.

My eyes widen as I realize what he means, "Need me?"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry it's been three weeks, I was thinking, I-I was trying to wait till you get home but I can't and I fucking need you and I-I mean if you don't have time i-it's fine I-I just wanted to see you–" he whimpers. I quickly realize what happened.

His imagination is wild. That's the easiest way to say it. He gets carried away and next thing you know, he gets these massive boners like no motherfucker knows and they feel fucking amazing. Especially when he's banging you with all he's got. I quickly realized he has those after the whole masturbation incident. Anyways, it's one of... those...

"Calm down, Baby," I giggle, "I'll get that problem fixed, hold on a second and lemme get comfortable... go ahead and take off your clothes."

I shift in bed, pulling off my shirt and pants and underwear, throwing them to the edge of the bed ungracefully. They cluster into a pile of fabric but I'm too distracted to really care at the moment.

I set my computer a fair distance away from me and sit cross legged, half covering myself, half not.

My eyes dart up to the screen as my tongue darts out between my lips, giving me a chance to really admire him.

He's looking down at his lap, his eyes covered by strands of short black hair with a glare from the lamp beside the bed. He's panting softly, hungrily with a finger tapping against his leg impatiently and a leaking cock pressed against his stomach.

My mouth waters at the sight.

"Okay," I say into the microphone on my earbuds, "You ready?"

His eyes dart up so I can see those beautiful brown eyes, "Yeah."

We kinda just stare at each other for a few minutes, letting the tension grow a bit until it starts to get weird and we kind of blush at each other, "Y-you wanna go first?"

"N-no, please, you..." he whispers, his eyes darting over my body, "I wanna see you..."

I smirk and pull back, setting the laptop directly on the bed and checking the camera to make sure he can see me before I swallow nervously and trail my hand down to my cock, it's there, throbbing and twitching and even leaking and I can't believe I'm about to masturbate on camera for Gerard.

I can't help but wonder if the people from the Skype company can see this.

"Fuck, Patrick," He winces, "Just... lead me. Please."

I pull up to my knees and say in a deep voice, trying to be a little more dominant, "Touch yourself."

He doesn't waste any time in grasping himself and pumping himself at a steady rhythm, slowly gaining speed.

"So good," I whisper, my eyes darting up and down his body, sweat already beginning to form slick up his arms and chest, "Fuck,"

"Can you... can you do something?" He asks desperately with a strain in his voice.

"What?" I ask, still jerking myself off with increasingly fast thrusts of my hips.

"Finger yourself, p-please..." he whispers, "P-please,"

I smirk and decide to bite my lip, trying to get a little more moaning out of him. I don't mind fingering myself for him, I just want my pay from it.

"Sure thing," I mumble, turning on my hands and knees and looking straight at him with a hungry look in my eyes.

He whimpers.

I suck on my finger for a little bit, watching him stare with a dazed look and I love how out of it he is. Eating up everything I give him, I run my hand down my back and position my fingers at my entrance, still looking right at him.

"Patrick," he whispers, breathless.

"Beg."

"Patrick, please, please I wanna see you make yourself good, please, I'll be your slut, anything I just want you to finger yourself for me please." Gerard begs, whining.

I begin to slide one finger in, so very slowly, teasing him and myself. The initial intrusion doesn't feel too bad once I have my finger all the way in. I begin to stretch myself a bit, soon after adding a second and a third.

"Fuck, yes, Patrick," he whimpers, a pleasures look on his face as he jacks himself off quicker, twisting and flicking his wrist over and over, "Thank you so much, fuck,"

I thrust my fingers in and out of myself, the pain slowly leaving and being replaced with pure pleasure, my head falls into the covers as I bite down on a blanket and squeeze my eyes shut, "Fuck, Gee, I want you here..."

He moans at that, thrusting his hips up wildly, "W-Why?"

I furrow my eyebrows, confused at why he's asking and then I realize what he's encouraging.

"So I can fuck you in that tight ass you have," I smirk.

He lets out a half moan, half whimper at that, thrusting his hips up desperately into the palm of his hand, "Please, I'm s-so close,"

"Me there, pinning you down on the bed, licking every in cheek of your neck and thrusting my big cock right into your ass, pounding into you while you scream my name. I'm gonna treat you so good when I get home. Maybe even eat you out, hmm?" I smirk, circling my finger around my entrance as I say it, imagining his tongue on me.

"Patrick!" He yells out and I watch as he comes all over himself, still thrusting his hand up at his thrusts. I smirk, quickly letting myself go over the edge as well and coming into the hotel bed.

We lay there, nothing going across the call except our unsteady breaths and our occasional whimpers until I rise to my hands and knees with my fingers out of my ass.

"Tomorrow?" He asks, watching me.

"Tomorrow," I confirm, "Love you."

He nods, "Love you, too."

I end the call.