#groggyvanfleet

he wasn't really sure how he was gonna feel about phone sex. he was slightly nervous, but even more so to bring up the topic as a whole. he had been hovering over your contact for a while, second guessing himself. sure, you and sam had tried a lot of new shit with each other before he went on tour, but it was never anything serious.

the two of you weren't dating -- he was away too much and neither of you were entirely willing to give up that freedom just yet. you just happened to fuck on occasion. it started as an accident, making out in the hallway of some bar that led to the bathrooms. it bloomed into the mess the two of you were in now.

sam didn't want anyone else but you. your body, mind, soul - everything about you turned him on. he missed your voice, the way you sounded underneath him, on top of him, laying next to him. fuck, he had caught feelings.

you answered the facetime in one of his shirts that he had left with you. it was a joke a first, him leaving it in your room. it stopped being a joke when you wore it to bed almost every night since he left. your smile painted sam's phone screen and made sam's inside melt. when he noticed you had been wearing his shirt, he made a comment about it. "you miss me, huh?"

"mhmm," you moan slightly. you weren't sure if this is the reason why sam called you, wanting a late night booty call, but you'd be damned if he didn't look fucking sexy right now. "miss you a lot."

"you miss me or my dick?" he asked, smirk on his face. your hand slid down your body, past the waistband of your shorts. you angled your phone just right, letting him see that your other hand had been occupied. "hmm, so you've missed my dick then? that's alright, sweet girl. i've been missing your pretty pussy so much lately, i think i'm gonna go insane. why don't you take off your shorts so i can see your pussy, baby?"

"show me yours, i'll show you mine." you wiggled your eyebrows, propping your phone up to let him watch you shimmy down your shorts, tossing them onto an empty space on your bed. when you grabbed the phone back in your hand, you watched as sam slid his pants down his legs, letting you admire his physique before removing his boxers. "you're so pretty, sammy."

"you're pretty, too, baby. now touch yourself for me, i wanna see you fuck yourself with your fingers. i bet you wish they were mine." he said, wrapping a hand around himself. he pumped his cock in rhythm with your fingers, licking his lips while his breathing became erratic.

"fuck, sammy. i really wish you were here, my fingers can't reach the same places yours do." you whine, moving your hips around, pace and direction differing from the pace your fingers were setting. the heel of your hand kept a decent pressure against your clit, making you huff out another whine.

"you're doing so good for me, sweet girl. so good for me. god i wish your mouth was wrapped around my right now." his moans were quiet, keeping them secret from the boys who slept in their own hotel rooms. realistically, sam could be louder, but he wanted you to know those moans were only for you.

"oh m-my god." you moan, shutting your eyes as tight as you could while your orgasm washed over you. your hips move haphazardly against your fingers. he slows the pace of jerking himself off, watching your face contort in pleasure. he was in awe of you - the way you looked while you came. "c'mon, sammy. you watched me come, now it's my turn. i wanna watch you come. you always look so pretty when you come. please come for me sammy, be a good boy and come for me."

sam's come comes out in ribbons, painting his stomach white. you hummed, wishing you could take your finger and gather up all of his come, putting it in your mouth to taste and savor. you let him collect himself before you spoke to him again, letting him gain some composure. "when are you coming back home?"

"in, like, four months."