Kink: Mastuebation
Ship: Gerard/Patrick
Top: Gerard
Bottom: Patrick
Words: 621

I pick up my phone, dialing Patrick's number as fast as I can, my fingers shaking as I press my back against the mattress.

It rings once, twice, three times...

Four, five, six...

"Hey, this is Patrick, sorry I couldn't get to you, please leave a voicemail and I'll try to get back to you ASAP. Thanks for calling and sorry for any inconvenience," His pre-recorded voice echoes through my ear.

Beep

"Hey, it's Gerard, I know it's a bad time but," I palm myself through my jeans, trying and failing to hold back a groan of pleasure, "I'm horny. Really fucking horny and I need you. I love you, p-please come home as soon as you can–fuck! P-please, Baby, love you and see you soon," I hang up and throw my phone on the bed beside my pillow before laying back and trying to loosen some of the tightness in my jeans as I unzip and unbutton them, still palming myself through my underwear.

If he won't be here for me then I guess I'll have to do this myself.

I lean my head back, trying to let my imagination wander and settling on a simple goddamn blowjob because I can't come up with anything else at the moment.

"Fuck, Patrick," I moan out gently, shutting my eyes and grinding my hips against my hand.

Too loud, it makes me blush and grab my phone, plugging in my earbuds and shuffling my music to try to block out some of my moans.

It's not that I don't want to moan, I love moaning, I'd just rather not have to listen to how pathetic I sound, it's a little bit of a turn off. I only like to moan when Patrick's around and even then, I rarely like to moan, only the occasional grunt or sigh.

My hand slips off my underwear, throwing it into the clothes hamper without a second thought.

My hands return to my cock, one sliding up my pelvis, past my stomach and chest up to my hair where I grip I hard and tug while my other hand begins stroking softly.

"P-Patrick, Baby..." I whimper, just a slight hum under my music. (Green Day is such a turn on. Note the sarcasm.) "So good with your tongue..."

I finally wrap my hand around my cock like Patrick's mouth would and tug my hair harshly as I jerk myself off in long, tight strokes, squeezing hard but not too hard.

"Such a good boy, Baby, please, just–" I trail my fingers from my hair to my mouth where I begin sucking gently, licking and coating my fingers in saliva. I moan into my fingers, still jerking myself off and slicking some of the precum off of my tip to spread across my length and smooth out my movements.

I thrust my hips up into the air, meeting my hand with the base of my cock because I can already feel my arm cramping up.

I trail my soaked fingers down my chest, across one of my nipples and down my stomach. Down, down, down, passing my cock and continuing to my entrance, poising my fingers right there.

"Patrick, Baby, oh god, please..." I whisper.

I press one finger in, then a second. I wait for the burn to dissipate. After a few more thrusts up into my hand, I press a third in and arch my back in pleasure and pain, gritting my teeth and letting out a groan.

"S-so good, Baby..." I whisper under my breath, "so fucking good for me, 'Trick..."

"You were that impatient for me, huh?"