Audio Creator!Patrick x Reader
WC: 1.3k
A/N: The ending is a bit rushed because this is the start of something I might expand on further.
Content: SMUT 18+ UNDER THE CUT - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, cursing, masturbation, voyeurism?
Being on the road with Patrick was an experience…the time you spent together was marked with shitty motel rooms that he paid for with a wish and a prayer when he inserted his card. Living challenger to challenger. Was it weird to be so early in your relationship but practically living together? Maybe, but you liked him, and it was nice getting to travel up and down the East Coast. You found comfort in the huge air conditioning units that got the room ice cold, just how you liked it. The charm of falling asleep to the buzz of late-night infomercials and reruns of Sex and the City was undeniable. Patrick is messy, but in an organized chaos type of way. His underwear scattered around the rooms you stay in, a rogue sock in the bathroom, a random snack put aside for later in the weirdest place- Patrick always remembered where to find it.
Presently you’re here tired, starving and desperate for some air. The room wasn’t the icebox utopia with the scratchy quilts and flattened pillows you held so dear. The air was stale and sticky, the way peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth.
“Patrick, it’s too fucking hot in here. I can’t take this. I’m gonna go get something to eat. Do you want anything?”
“Where are you going?”
“Babe, I don’t know, probably whatever drive-thru is closest and cheap and shit- it’s midnight already? Open late, I guess too?”
“Get me whatever is cheapest. I’m not picky. I’ve got some cash on me — let me just grab it.”
“You sure? I know money's tight. I have $20 that should cover both of us- wait, you’re not coming?”
He yawns, sitting up on the bed, shirtless in his athletic shorts that ride up on his thighs just right.
“No, no, I’ve got a $50. Get yourself whatever you’re craving and get me whatever. I’m gonna hang back if that’s okay. I’m feeling a little sore after playing today. I’m probably gonna take a hot shower and lie down”
“Okay moneybags!” You chuckle, shooting him a look of surprise, and Patrick just smirks at you, huffing out a laugh.
“Thank you!” Surely the check from the challenger he just played wasn't issued yet...“Chill here- I’ll be right back, probably by the time you’re out of the shower. So don’t fall asleep before I’m back with the food.”
“Thank you, I won't,” he says, the smirk still glued to his face, his voice slightly gravely. “Come here, baby, give me a kiss”
You lean over the bed where Patrick is sitting. He kisses you warmly and slowly, softly humming into your lips. “Be careful”
“I will. See you in a bit. Enjoy your shower.” You give him a slight smile, grabbing your purse and sliding on your sandals by the door.
Later…
You hadn’t been gone longer than 15 minutes. Steam flowed out the top of the bag of food, like a sauna hitting your face intermittently. You approached the door, your meals and some milkshakes in hand. There were noises coming from the room, maybe the TV? The shower was running, but you could hear Patrick talking, like he was close to the door, by the bed. Sliding the key card into the door, you walk in to quite the scene: Patrick, on the bed, sweaty, his curls sticking to his forehead, in nothing but his pulled-down boxers, he’s lying on top of the covers with his eyes lidded shut. He’s got a pair of wired headphones on, with the mic right by his hand, the wet sounds of him mercilessly jerking his cock filling the sensor. He must not sense you’re here with how preoccupied he is. You close the door and just watch. Waiting for him to notice you; too intrigued to look away.
“Oh fuck, you like that, baby, yeah? I’m so hard for you,” he whined, gripping the sheets underneath him with his free hand.
Was he talking to somebody? You gently placed the food down on the table, trying not to disturb Patrick, but your keys slipped from your grip- loud enough to startle him.
“Shit, I’m so sorry”
Patrick frantically stopped what he was doing and grabbed the towel next to the bed to cover himself. “I didn’t actually think you’d be back so soon”
“Patrick, you don’t need to wait for me to leave to jerk off.”
It's nothing you haven’t seen before. This isn’t even the first time you’ve walked in on him, but this time it was different. What was the deal with the headphones? He had to have been using the microphone. You didn’t want to seem controlling or jealous, but you had to ask, “Who were you talking to?”
His cheeks flushed, more than they already had from the heat and the arousal. He laughs, almost panting as he does, and picks up his phone, pressing stop on the voice memo record button and taking off his headphones. “Nobody…I was talking to myself”
“Huh? You record yourself talking to yourself while you masturbate?”
Patrick bursts out laughing. “It sounds weird when you say it like that.”
“I don’t know how else to ask!” Now you’re both laughing. “Like–to listen to it?”
“It’s not like I do it every time. It's just sometimes I do it when it’s convenient.”
What did he mean by convenient? You tilted your head quizzically. A beat.
“I, uh, post it online. I make a little money here and there in between matches, and I can’t complain about the work,” Patrick simpered.
“So what, you have like only fans or something?” You realized it sounded more judgmental than you intended for it to sound. You didn’t care about Patrick doing this, in fact, you were kinda turned on by it.
He clears his throat, sitting up more and once again maintaining eye contact with you.
“Sort of? It’s not like a subscription thing, you know? I usually post them on Reddit or Twitter, and I have a link where people tip me. You don’t have a problem with this, right?”
“Oh my God no, of course not. I didn’t mean to make you think I- Patrick, I don’t mind at all.” You paused, heat radiating from your cheeks. “It’s actually pretty hot to see you put on a show like this with nothing but your own hand”
He’s got that cocky grin you fall apart for on his face now. “Oh, you like it?”
“I actually do. Keep going. Don't let me disturb you. I’ll leave your food in the microwave. Go ahead, keep going.” You put the bag in the microwave for later and put his milkshake in the fridge.
He’s taken aback. “You wanna watch?” When he says that, you see his cock throb in his hand. You just nod, take a seat and sip on your milkshake. He gazes at you, waiting for a change in your expression, but you sit there leaning back, ready for the show.
He puts his headphones back on and presses the record button. This time he doesn’t close his eyes. His eyes lock on yours as he strokes up and down torturously slow. The noises start as grunts and get more and more desperate as touches himself. Precum is glistening from his red tip. He smears it all over his dick, faster and faster.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful, oh my god, oh my god,” he whimpers, his abs tense, his core drenched in sweat. You watch adoringly as he falls apart, looking right at you.
“I’m gonna cum, please, baby, can I cum? I need to hear you say it”
You point to yourself, unaware that this has become fully interactive. He nods, throwing his head back, his whole body tensing.
“Please” you mouth.
His body jerks as he reaches his release, cum spilling onto his stomach. His eyes never leave you.
There’s still a tension in the air, thicker than the heat. Finally, you say.
“Can we do that again sometime?”
Patrick is still catching his breath. “Yeah, of course.”
"Let's get you cleaned up." He just gained a new listener.
