Matty Healy Imagines

Kiss Me Through The Phone

Word Count: 2,471
Warnings: Whole lotta' smut.
Summary: Matty gets up at 3am one night and realizes he needs to hear your voice...and then some.

Ever since the moment he woke up, Matty has felt like his skin is on fire.

It's nothing painful, but his sense are heightened to the point where he cannot function without noticing that something is up. He feels ready to burst at any moment, his body alive and wanting to move, write, whatever it takes to soothe this feeling of insatiable need. It takes him waking up after a nap on the tour bus with his jean's tented and his skin slick with sweat to realize that, as embarrassingly primal as it sounds, he is horny. Really horny, to the point where his body is practically begging him to solve the problem and get laid. But, as much as he would love to get laid, he faces yet another problem with this: he is on tour. The tour bus is filled only with his friends, not his girlfriend, you, whom he would gladly back up against the nearest black space in the bus and fuck the living daylights out of if he could, causing you to scream his name and plead for more. He does not have that luxury today, though. Today, you are miles away at home, and he is miles away in some random city surrounded by his bandmates.

He needs to get laid.

Briefly, the thought comes into mind that he could very well get this problem solved if he really desired it. He could walk out and sleep with whomever, either a fan or kind girl with pretty eyes who he could find in a bar. As tempting as the thought is however, he loves you with every fiber of his being. To retreat into his old ways of sleeping around would be wrong and completely unfair to you. He is not willing to hurt something so good simply because his dick cannot stop clouding his thoughts and begging for release. He knows he cannot give into that animalistic instinct no matter how tight his jeans get. It's either you or nothing. Or, rather, his hand.

That's when the thought pops into his head.

The topic of masturbation is not taboo for the boys. Being friends since teen years, they all have had discussions and awkward moments involving the activity. By now with touring so much, it is almost too common that someone ends the day or week jerking off. They all turn a blind eye and ear and simply let their friend go at it. It's only courteous to do it in the bathroom, but sometimes exceptions are made, especially when it is previously occupied. However, Matty has never really heard much discussion about phone sex. He never caught George or Adam in the act, nor did he hear Ross when he was involved. It is as much of a taboo subject as any. It also is a very enticing idea, especially for Matty in his moment of uncontrolled lust. It would be exactly what he needs. It's all he can think about until he finally goes for it. After looking to make sure the boys are all occupied on the bus in their own interests, Matty snacthes his phone from his bunk and makes his way into the tour bus bathroom.

It's not that big of a bathroom. It truly is more of a stall than anything, with fancier appliances and a shower to keep them sated on longer trips. Matty runs his hand along the cool countertop at the sink and then sits himself on top of the toilet seat, a shaking hand still holding his phone. He brings it up to his face and uses its companion to unbutton his trousers, just enough so he could feel some release. He dials your number right about the time when he hears George bark out a laugh a bit down the bus. He hopes he is doing something to amuse the others and distract them. The last thing he needs is for his conversation to not become private, even if it is three in the morning and they were bound to sleep any time now.

He palms at his jeans as the dial tone rings, once, twice, three times. On the fourth you answer, right as Matty feels like groaning into the receiver. Your voice is chipper as it says hello, blissfully unaware at how tightly wound your boyfriend is and how his hand is practically rubbing at his jeans. He strangles out a hello back, and that is when you realize that perhaps this is not a simple 'I miss you, how are you' conversation.