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Joe looks down at the email message that he just received. It wouldn’t be that big of a deal but this one is from Patrick. His…ex? It’s complicated. Patrick and Joe were definitely more than friends. Any random stranger on the street could see the small touches and glances they would share. At times, the sexual tension between them could be cut with a knife. Have they ever had a conversation about their feelings? Hell no! They were two guys trying to deal with the stress of sudden stardom, they had no time to deal with feelings and sexuality. So when they fucked that one or two, three, four, too many times to count times, they didn’t talk about it. They didn’t think about it. They were lonely and needed companionship.
It's been almost six months since Fall Out Boy went on hiatus and even longer since Patrick and Joe have seen each other. It's not like they consciously decided to stop talking, it's more of a fizzling out. Patrick had become even more moody than usual which made him quite mean and controlling. Joe just had no energy for it. He couldn’t deal with having no say in the decisions for the band. To be one hundred percent honest, he was kind of excited to be on hiatus and play music in other bands. However, he never wanted to stop being friends with Patrick.
He opens the email on his phone. His eyebrows furrow together as he reads the subject.
“ Videos :) ”
“Maybe it is an old performance or demo or something,” Joe thinks to himself. He scrolls down to the attachment and clicks on it. His eyes widen as the thumbnail loads. It’s Patrick with his head thrown back. He is completely naked. If you look closely you can see a bright purple dildo nestled between his asscheeks.
Joe drops his phone and looks around to make sure no one else is there and looking. Oh yeah, he’s alone in his apartment that he lives in alone. The coast is clear. He slowly raises his phone once again. He bites his lip. Does Patrick know he sent this video to him?
Joe disregards that from his mind. He grabs his computer and walks into his room. He strips himself of his shirt and jeans. He really hopes Patrick meant to send this video. He would feel gross if he got off by watching his ex-best friend-with-benefits fuck himself if it was a mistake. That doesn’t stop him from getting comfortable on his bed, opening up his email, and pressing play on the video though.
Joe gets his answer pretty quickly. Patrick sits shirtless on his bed. The camera is pointed perfectly so the bed is the center of the frame. Patrick looks quite frantic like he is psyching himself up to do this.
“Hi Joe…” Patrick draws his lip between his teeth. His breathing is steady, but Joe can see the rise and fall of his diaphragm.
“I’m not really sure how to start this” Patrick continues. “But I bought a new toy”.
Patrick leans over the side of the bed, temporarily moving out of frame. When he leans back up, he is holding the same purple dildo from the thumbnail. Breathing becomes a little harder for Joe.
“I miss you, Joe. I really really do. You are all I think about” Patrick drags his tongue flat against the underside of the toy. Joe feels all the blood in his body rush to his dick.
“I wish you were here Joe,” Patrick says before sinking his mouth around the dildo. He flashes his eyes up at the camera. He bobs his head up and down like it's a real cock. He pulls off with a pop. He leans down and places a kiss on the tip.
“Wait I-” Patrick stands up so all Joe can see is a close-up of his chest. It is dusted with blondish hair.
“I need to um..” It sounds like Patrick is just mumbling to himself. Joe cannot help the smile that finds its way to his face. Same old Patrick.
Patrick positions himself in the middle of the bed. The boxers he is wearing shows a clear outline of his already hard dick. The dildo lays beside him with a bottle of lube. He runs his hand down his body until he reaches those boxers. He looks at the camera with hesitation. This is his moment to back out. To stop the video with a laugh and tell Joe that he was joking all along. But he doesn’t. He takes a deep breath and slowly pulls down his underwear. His dick springs up towards his stomach.
“I hope you still like me, that you still think about me” Patrick’s words are sultry. Joe follows Patrick and takes his cock out of the confinements of his own boxers. He licks his palm and wraps a hand around the base of his dick. He is taking his time. Although he is more than turned on, he wants to see all of this; to see exactly where this goes.
Patrick spreads his legs wide apart, giving Joe a good view.
“Fuck, Joe, I’ve been so needy. No one does it like you. I want you” Patrick pours lube onto his fingers. Laying on his back, he pulls his legs up. He reaches around until his hand meets his hole. He circles a finger around the rim. He takes a deep breath. He sweetly moans as the finger pushes into him. Patrick does not take his time. He works diligently to stretch himself open. He starts with one finger, but it quickly becomes two. Then three.
“I think I’m ready now” Patrick’s eyes are closed. “Ready to take you, Joe. Please fuck me”.
Joe groans as Patrick sets up the toy so it is standing up on the bed. His hand flicks over the tip of his dick. Joe lowers his other hand to lightly touch his balls. Patrick lines the toy up with his hole and slowly lowers himself down. His face twists up at the feeling. He sinks all the way down until his ass meets the bed. Patrick’s eyes are half-lidden and desperate.
“I want you to fuck me good Joe. Like you used to. Used to fill me up nice” Patrick starts to bounce up and down. He throws his head back.
“That’s the thumbnail,” Joe thinks. Joe’s breaths are coming out in hot pants. His hand on his dick working in time with Patrick’s bounces.
Patrick shifts slightly to change the angle. He moans when the toy hits his prostate.
“Joe” He holds out his name in a pitiful whine. Patrick moves his hands up and down on his body. He feels almost every part of himself he can reach. His hips stutter to a stop and he looks directly at the camera.
“I wish it was your big, strong hands touching me, holding me down, and putting me in whatever position you want,” Patrick says. His voice is whiny.
He moves his hand down his body. “I'm so tiny now it would be so easy to throw me around, could probably hold me down with one hand”
His own hand grabs into the fleshy part of his thigh. He lifts his body and slams back down onto the dildo. He creates a rhythm of circles with his hips. His mouth falls open on the screen and a loud groan fills the air.
“It's not enough Joe” His voice is strained. “I wish you were touching me here,” he slides his hand across his neck
“And here” his hand moves down to his pink nipple that hardens under his touch. He lets out a shaky breath.
“Can't forget this one” he moves his hand to his other nipple.
“And here too” he moves his hand back to his thigh. With this, he hoists himself up and off the dildo. He turns over until his face is pushed into the mattress and his now stretched asshole is teasing the camera.
“God Joe you don't even know how much I miss you” He reaches behind his back and stretches his ass apart to really give Joe a good show. “I hope you watch this and miss me too” He dips his fingers into himself. It is not nearly enough, especially after fucking himself on the dildo.
“Ughh your fingers are so much longer than mine, I could never get the angle right” He whines. It comes across as frustrated and needy, but that's what Patrick has been saying from the start.
He removes his hand from inside himself and reaches around the bed. Eventually, he finds what he is looking for, the dildo. He reaches back one more time and pushes the dildo through his entrance.
“Fuck” He pushes it all the way and presses firmly. He wants to feel it deep inside of him. “Oh Joe, you feel so good. I can feel you in my tummy, so deep in me Ughhh” He rubs his hand over his ass and smacks down. Even though he is fucking himself, a surprised gasp leaves his lips. He looks over his shoulder to the best of his ability as he starts to move the dildo.
“I'm sorry for being such a jerk, fuck, I'm so sorry Joe. You know I would never want to disappoint you” Pleasurable sighs fill the room. “I'm close, Joe, I'm close. I don't wanna come without you but ohhhh I need to, I need to, been so desperate without you here and only you know how to make it feel just right”
Joe can't help but notice that Patrick hasn’t touched his dick once. It's like he's saving that part of himself just for Joe. The thought of that is sending Joe right over the edge, but he needs to hold on. He needs to see and be aware of all of this video. He removes his hand from his cock. Patrick can’t just send him this and expect it to not mess with Joe a little bit. Patrick may act aloof, but he's calculated. He is probably sitting at home waiting for Joe to message him. Fuck, if it's not working. Joe wants to call him up right now, make him come over, and sit his pretty ass right on his cock while he watches this video. It would be torturous for Patrick, Joe knows this. He probably didn't even watch the video when he was done making it. Probably just sent it to Joe. Joe is snapped out of his thoughts by a loud scream from the screen.
Patrick’s head is thrown back as far as it can and his hips are angled unnaturally up towards the camera.
“I need to cum Joe please please Joe ugh I will be good from now on ugh I promise Joe please” Before he can get the sweet relief of an orgasm, Patrick pulls the dildo out of him once more. Patrick stands up and moves until he is sitting on the edge of the bed right in front of the camera. His eyes start to water.
“I wanna be a good boy, Joe, I wanna be so good for you but-but I can't, I need to cum. Please don’t be mad at me. Please forgive me ” He stares through his eyelashes with his big blue wet eyes like he's ashamed of what he is doing; like Joe has any right to tell Patrick when he can and cannot get off; like Joe has any right to hold this over his head and be mad at him for it. Patrick moves back onto the bed. He props himself up with pillows and pulls his legs up. He showcases his abused hole once more. He makes quick work of pushing the fake dick back in. Tears roll down his face from the overstimulation and desperation.
“Joe it hurts. I wanna cum” Exaggerated sighs fall from Patrick’s plump, pink lips. They are sinful and asking to be used. His bleach-blond hair is dark and matted to his forehead with sweat. He was right, he is so tiny now. The layer of soft flesh that used to cover his stomach is gone. He doesn't look like the person Joe remembers. It's not negative or positive, just a change. Joe loves Patrick’s body at any size. Joe moves his hand back to his dick. he strokes himself in a lackluster manner. He wishes Patrick was here.
“Joe please please” He is begging like Joe can answer him.
“Joe Joe Joe Joe” His voice is getting higher and louder each time. His thighs are shaking. He squeezes his legs together, blocking Joe’s view. He’s looking for any friction he can get. Once he realizes that he has to open his legs to make this more enjoyable for Joe he does. A sheepish smile creeps onto his lips.
“Joe miss you, miss you fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck” His hips buck up involuntarily. “Joe” Patrick chants in a steady rhythm. His stomach muscles contract and he’s cumming, hard. Strings of white paint over his flexing stomach and milky thighs. He is breathing heavily and his whole body is shaking. The tears are coming down harder now. Patrick looks down at his body, covered in sweat and cum, and lets out a small and weak laugh. He removes the dildo for the final time. He whimpers from the feeling of being empty and the pain he feels. He moves closer to the camera again on shaky legs. He runs his fingers through the cum drying on his stomach and brings them up to his mouth. He sucks his fingers clean. He leans closer to the camera and opens his mouth and shows the cum resting on his tongue. He makes a spectacle of swallowing his own seed. He smiles at the camera.
“I wish it was yours” Patrick is still crying and breathing heavily. His eyes are wide and his lips have fallen into a pretty pout. He looks so small. Joe wants to wrap him up and hold him. He is clearly in some sort of subspace.
“I hope you like this. I’m-I’m sorry if you don’t, but I needed you to see how you make me. I’m all needy for you. Can we see each other soon? please” Patrick leaves a pause for Joe to answer. He blinks at the camera, before blowing a kiss towards it and leaning over to turn it off.
“Fuck” Joe says out loud. “He's gonna be the death of me” Joe rewinds the video to right before Patrick cums. He wants to take in every detail of this. It's been so long since he has seen Patrick like that. He misses Patrick too. Joe’s hand starts to move quickly up and down on his dick. He focuses his attention on Patrick’s face. There is sweat pooling at his hairline and his mouth is open. His cheeks are red and wet. He looks tired and wrung out. Patrick’s chant of Joe’s name starts. Joe squeezes the base of his dick, feeling closer and closer to cumming. Patrick’s breathing gets heavier once again. Joe can’t hold himself back any longer. He cums in time with Patrick this time. His mouth hangs open as he pants.
“Fuck, Patrick,” He says to no one. He rewatches the end of the video. Patrick’s sweet, wrecked voice asks to see him soon and Joe feels blood rush back down to his dick. If he didn’t just cum, it would be hard. He needs to see Patrick soon. He needs to feel him, kiss him, hold him.
Joe clicks out of the video. He is staring at the email. Does he reply? Do you reply to your friend sending you a sex tape pleading for you? Better question, How do you reply?
Joe racks his brain.
“ This was good! ” Joe types, before shaking his head and deleting the words. He thinks for a little while longer before it hits him. He carefully types the words in, reads it over, and sends it. It was cheesy and direct, but it shows how Joe feels.
“ Patrick, This was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. We have to see each other soon. You make me all desperate too. I want to feel you so bad, Patrick ;) ”