#shawvic

It’d been a hot minute since Shawn had face timed Victoria. Texting had been easy. Usually he found himself waking up at two in the morning to her texts, sometimes drunk sometimes sober but almost always in the middle of the night horny. ‘Fuck, why did your dumbass move to California again? I’m wet and fucking need you. Ugh fuck you asshole. But also send me nudes.’ And almost always Shawn found himself telling Alexa to turn his bedroom light on with his hand pulling himself out and sending her exactly what she wanted. Miles away and he was still doing as she asked. Not surprising but also kind of pathetic. He knew he couldn’t help himself.

Today though was not the same. He was surprised when her name and picture popped up on his phone requesting to Facetime. He’d been walking home from getting a haircut and when she called he knew better than just to answer it without any sort of caution. He answered once he felt secluded enough and sat down in a gazebo at a park along his route home. He held his phone close to make sure that she was indeed wearing clothes and then readjusted once he realized she was. “Hey!” He greeted with a bright smile on his face and maybe an overly excited tone. He wouldn’t lie that he missed her and he did owe her a lot. She was a big part of the reason he was even at NDHQ.

“Wow, you really got that California douche look down, huh?” She laughed with an eyebrow raised.

Shawn flushed and rolled his eyes, despite knowing she couldn’t see it behind his sunglasses. “Is that why you’re calling?” He asked holding the phone at a reasonable angle and doing his best to keep some kind of privacy in a non private area. He knew she was joking but, damn he knew she was also capable of not being mean right off the bat. She grinned and shook her head. “I wanted to see how Magnus was doing.” Shawn laughed and shrugged.

“Getting views and fucking people. The same old same old.”

“Anyone as good as me?” Shawn bit the inside of his cheek. He hated that question because they both knew the answer. Instead of answering he pursed his lips and nodded. Liar. “Liar.” She knew him too well — yet another thing he hated about her. “I’m fucking with you Shawn. What are you up to?”

Shawn scratched his hairline and shrugged. “Not much. I got my haircut? Whatcha think?” He asked holding the phone out just at arm’s length and turned his head from side to side.

“Douchey.” He sighed but the more they spoke the more he fell back to their antics. The corner of his mouth smiling. He was a sucker for pain and the way she dragged him. “When are you coming back to visit? You promise you would. Or are you waiting until you turn into some big hot shot so you can rub it in my face?”

“I think you just want me to just blow a hot shot on your face and that’s why you’re even face timing me. You called me, remember.” He paused and then grinned pushing his sunglasses up with a smug look. “You fucking miss me!” He declared, maybe too loudly from a head or two glancing in his direction. Her face fell and she flipped him off. “Don’t flatter yourself, Hummel. I was bored and I knew you wouldn’t be doing anything.”

Shawn laughed and shook his head. “No. Way. You fucking miss me. That’s cute Vic. I knew you would.” He gloated knowing that any kind of leverage he had on her would upset her. And that was their relationship. They fucked and they teased and that was it — and he fucking missed it. Some days he wondered if she knew how he felt about her or if she thought that he was like her. In it for the filmed sex and casual hook ups — or if she knew that some part of him had fallen for her.

“I will hang up on you.” The conversation was so easy. So back into their rhythm. Like he hadn’t been in a whole different state for almost two months without her. Like he wasn’t struggling to find his footing without her, like she thought he would, like she’d come over later that night and laugh at his scenes but find herself sitting on his face anyway. Shawn smiled but said nothing. Victoria rolled her eyes, but at the very least he could see that she was amused by him. As she often was. “Just keep your promise, Hummel. Fucking RJ isn’t fucking you. And I’ll at the very least admit that....” She paused and Shawn found himself inadvertently leaning in closer as if he could fall into his phone and appear in front of her.

“...I miss how fucking good your mouth is.” Pride swelled in his chest and then he realized what she was doing. Her fingers clasping the zipper and trailing it down her chest.

“I’m in public.” Shawn warned with a wavered voice. It was so simple for her. To hook him like that.

“And?” Shawn stood quickly, pulling at his jeans just a bit to help loosen them as they tightened quickly. He hurried his way back to his apartment. Five minute passing as she talked about their different scenes they’d done in the past. “Remember when you lifted me and you fucked me against the wall.” Shawn groaned under his breath. “You suck, Victoria.”

“That dick? Yeah I remember that too.” Even in a whole other state she had him so wrapped around her finger. It was pathetic and he didn’t care. He was rushing back home just to fuck over Facetime. He heard a familiar hum and when he glanced at his phone, she was no longer just a smirking face slowly undressing. She was lying on her bed, a side profile for him, a knee up and a vibrator between her legs. Fuck. Shawn climbed the stairs not bothering with the elevator and rushed into his place.

Quickly Shawn placed his phone on his nightstand table and shed his clothes. Angling it just right, Shawn kneeled on his bed, his cock in full view of his camera and he started to stroke himself. He could see her turn her head with that stupid smirk on her face. Her lip caught between her teeth as she pressed her vibrator against her, her hips lifting. Shawn groaned, his head slumped down as he stroked himself to the rhythm of her moans. He imagined being there, him lying back and her riding him, with nails digging into his chest. His hips lifting her up and fucking her deep.

A familiar scream came from his phone and he lifted his eyes to watch her buck into her toy. His own hand started to stroke faster, grabbing his phone as he leaned back so he could finish on his stomach, and angle his phone so she got a good view of it and his face. “Keep your promise, Hummel and thanks for the private content.” Her voice came in low and he wondered if she was trying to start him up again. Shawn opened his eyes as he came down from his high and watched her rest on her side, naked and smirking. He nodded already thinking of when he could fly out to see her.

“I will. I miss yo-” Victoria ended the call. His arm laid across the bed still lying there, only feeling just slightly ashamed as he started to stand up to clean himself off.