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Dean really fucking hated living out of state from Parker. It had literally every downside possible. Parker wouldn't date him for real because they 'lived too far apart' or whatever. So they had this weird push pull situation ship thing. Not to mention he only got to feel Parker's hands on him every couple months when they flew out to see each other.
So usually when he needed something, he had to take care of it himself. But tonight, he really missed Parker's voice. He was annoyed after a long four hours of arguing with what might be the most annoying people on planet earth. Usually the gym helped relieve some tension, but it only made him sore and more irritated. Did people not know basic gym etiquette? He felt like punching something the whole time he was there.
And of course when he drove home from the gym, everyone decided to be going somewhere that night. He tapped his finger against the wheel, gritting his teeth. If he didn't get home soon he felt like he might explode.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, traffic started moving again, and he sped home. Pulling into the driveway, he grabbed his gym bag and stormed inside. He just tossed the bag to the side, not even bothering to put his stuff away. That could wait, he just really badly needed some relief. Something, anything.
Well. Not anything, more specifically from Parker.
He fumbled for his phone, typing in the password quickly. He was about to close tiktok and open messages so he could text Parker, but noticed something. His friend (friend?) was live. Which meant he wouldn't be free to call, or even text really. Are you fucking kidding me? He groaned, burying his face in his hands. Why is the universe actually against me today?
He tapped on the little icon, opening the live. Parker was in a heated debate with some guy, leaning forward in his seat. Something about how passionate he sounded, the way his brow furrowed, everything about him was just too much for Dean. He turned the volume up, the brunette's voice reverberating in his ears. It made his heart race in the way only his voice, his presence, his body ever could.
Fuck, he really misses him. His hands would be really nice right now.
Maybe it was selfish and bothersome to text Parker right now, but he seriously couldn't help himself. Hearing him talk was making him feel hot and fuzzy, his fingers seemingly typing a message out on their own.
can you get off live please i need help
He saw the moment Parker noticed the message, watched him look down at his lap, pick up the phone. He saw the way his face changed when he read it. Watched his fingers move as he typed out a reply.
why are you okay?
Technically speaking, he was fine. But in reality, he reall was not.
yes i just
i want you
i miss you
It felt desperate to him, but he honestly couldn't care less right now. He toggled back to tiktok, watching Parker's face again as he opened the messages. Something about it was electrifying. He felt too warm all of a sudden, and pulled his shirt off, tossing it on the floor beside his bed.
yeah?
give me a second baby
you can wait a bit, right?
He was actually gonna throw his phone.
please?
He was acting really fucking pathetic but he genuinely didn't know how long he could wait.
mm alright fine
needy <3
Thank fuck. At least that worked.
"Alright guys, I'm gonna cut today short. Something's come up I gotta head out. Bye guys! Thanks for hanging out! Bye!"
The stream closed, and he instantly hit the call button. After a few rings, Parker picked up.
"Hey baby, you alright?" He murmured into Dean's ear, and it sent shivers down his spine.
"No, I need… I…" He couldn't finish the sentence, suddenly embarrased.
"What do you need?" The other man asked, a gentleness to his tone that made his heart forget how to beat properly.
The words just seemed to spill out after that. "I had a really bad day, everyone and everything have just been so annoying like more than usual and all I've wanted pretty much the whole day was to talk to you and I really fucking miss you, I just wish you were here to… to…" He took a breath.
"To?" Parker prompted.
"To put your hands on me and kiss me and…" He cut himself off, breathless again. "And you looked really good and your voice sounded so fucking hot during the debate and I-" He was gasping for air a bit at this point.
"Slow down." Came the calm, steady voice of Parker. That made him decidedly less calm, but he appreciated the words.
"I need you." He finished, fingers curling into his blankets from nerves and tension. The other line was silent for a beat, before replying.
"Dean." The even, smooth tone sent another rush of heat through his body. Saying his name didn't help either.
"Parker." His voice was strained, and most certainly not as calm, though he tried to tamp it down.
"Where are you right now?"
"Laying in bed." He answered quickly, rolling onto his back. He shifted the phone to one hand, and his other one started sliding down his stomach, unable to keep his hands off himself at this point.
"Good," His pitch dropped into a softer, but more firm tone. A gasp slipped from Dean's mouth when his hand reached his crotch.
"Yeah?" Parker asked, smugness in his voice that only fuel the blonde more. "Eager, hm?" His voice dripped like honey in his ears, and he palmed himself fully now. He bit the inside of his cheek, but a noise of desperation still escaped.
"Camera on." Parker commanded. "Yes, okay, right." He fumbled to turn the video on, and flipped to face his legs. His hand skimmed back down, into his boxers this time.
"Take the shorts off," The man on the other line said, and it made goosbumps raise, the firmness in his voice. He lifted his hips slightly pulling the shorts down, then kicking them off. "Boxers too."
He followed this order next, slower this time out of shyness. Which was a bit silly, since Parker had seen his body many times. It's not like they were strangers to each other, but he still felt sheepish as he slid his boxers off. Parker seemed to sense this.
"Mm, don't be shy now. I want to see how pretty you are." He sounded so genuine, that it made Dean's heart swell and his face turn red. He tossed the boxers away, still keeping his knees close. One hand was on his stomach, hesitant.
"See, so pretty." He murmured sweetly. "Spread your legs more, it's okay. It's okay baby, you look so beautiful." Dean took a breath, stomach rising and falling before he let his legs part. "Good, there you go, good job." Parker encouraged.
"Now, do you wanna touch yourself?" His fingers curled into the fabric of his t-shirt, pushing it up further.
"Yes, I- yes please." He choked out.
"Mhm, slowly, hand down your stomach, then around yourself." The other man instructed.
He closed his eyes briefly, breathed, then followed the words. His hand traced down his torso, then wrapped a hand around himself. His head fell back into his pillow, a sharp breath slipping out of his mouth.
"You're so pretty baby," Parker murmured. "Now go ahead, you can move."
He did, sliding a hand up his dick and back down.
"Fuck." He groaned, his hips stuttered up into his palm.
"That's it, good job my pretty boy, you're doing so good." He whimpered at the words, moving his hand faster. He felt heat and pressure building deep in his gut, and his mouth fell open slightly as he pumped.
"Slower baby." Parker said, firm again. He whined slightly, but slowed down despite everything in him wanting to speed up. His thumb ran over the slit, precum dribbling out. He moaned as it coated over his dick with slow, painfully slow strokes.
"That's my good boy, you listen so well." Parker hummed. It made his heart sore, and the slow pace worth it. "You can keep going faster now baby, good job for listening." He praised. All Dean would do was make a grateful noise in response, before his hand continued hungrily.
"Parker," He moaned, eye shutting tightly as he felt himself getting closer. His hand pumped faster, burning hot coils winding up in his stomach, ready to explode.
"Dean, baby you're doing such a good job. Let go, it's okay baby." Parker urged him, and the sound of his voice was what sent Dean over the edge.
"Fuck," He groaned, as ropes of white spilled over his stomach. He laid there, panting.
"You did so good baby, you look so pretty. Catch your breath for a minute now." Parker said gently. The phone fell onto his chest, unable to hold it up any longer.
He laid there for a bit with his eyes shut, taking slow, shaky breaths in.
"You alright, Dean?" Parker's soft voice made him open his eyes, and he fumbled for his phone.
"Yeah, I'm… I'm okay thank you." He breathed, turning the camera off before picking the phone up again.
"Feel better?" The other man asked, which made him smile. "Much better." He laughed.
"That's good." He could practically here the smile in Parker's voice. A few beats of comfortable quiet passed, filled only by their breathing.
"I should… clean up." He said, breaking it.
"Yeah probably." Parker agreed. Another second of silence.
"Would you uh… will you stay on the phone? I'll go shower and maybe we could like, uh… I don't know talk or watch a movie or fall asleep or something…" He trailed off into an awkward mumble.
"I'd love to, Dean." He answered kindly. The blonde grinned. "Awesome, I'll be back in a bit, I'm gonna go shower off."
"Mkay."
He muted himself, leaving the phone on his bed while he walked over to his bathroom, turning on his shower. He stuck a hand under the water, making sure it was warm enough before stepping in. He leaned against the tiled wall, sighing almost dreamily as the warm water ran over him and he remembered the sweet words Parker had whispeed to him.
He washed off the sweat and well… other stuff from the gym and his earlier activities. After he finished, he shut off the water and wrapped himself in a towel. He shook water droplets out of his hair, before stepping out of the bathroom. He rustled through the drawers and grabbed some soft pajama pants, not bothering with a shirt. He slipped fresh boxers and the pants on, before turning to his bed.
Should probably change the sheets.
He moved his phone to the bedside table, and quickly removed his comforter and topsheet, replacing it with a clean one and putting the old ones in the washer. Finally after all of this, he flopped on the bed, grabbed his phone, and unmuted.
"Back." He sighed, curling under his blankets.
"Did you have a nice shower?" Parker asked.
"Yeah, it was good." He yawned. "Sleepy now though."
"We could put on some random movie and fall asleep to it?" The other man suggested.
"That sounds perfect." He yawned again.
"Does Edward Scissorhands work?"
"Oh I love that movie! That works for sure." The two both turned it on, and Dean turned on his side, facing the phone laying beside him.
"I'm probably gonna fall asleep soon." He mumbed sleepily.
"I would imagine so."
"Mhm." Dean hummed in response.
"Goodnight Dean." Parker said sweetly.
"G'night Parker." The younger of the two replied, about to slip off to sleep.
After about twenty minutes, when he heard Dean's soft snores, Parker whispered a few final words before going to sleep himself, even though he knew Dean wouldn't here it.
"Love you."