You looked at your phone for the fourth time within the last ten minutes. It was three am and sleep just wasn't coming, possibly because your hands have been shoved down your pajama bottoms for the last hour. When you couldn't sleep, nothing put you to bed like a good orgasm, but having a boyfriend thousands of miles away did nothing to help your current situation. You wanted to go to bed, needed to, but you couldn't stay asleep for a reason you couldn't pinpoint. About halfway through the months of tour, you stopped bothering to check the time zones. If Shawn answered, he answered. If he didn't, oh well. Your phone was in your hand hitting scrolling through your favorites tab in your phone, until you found Charles. You dropped your phone on the sheets next to you, willingly your eyes to let you rest for a second while you listened to the sound of the Facetime ringing throughout the room.
"(Y/N)? Baby, you there?" You jolted up at the sound of his voice, not truly expecting to get a response from him. You sat up and fixed your hair before answering. He smiled wide, oblivious to commotion going on behind him, with people zooming by and rushing to get things done. "Hi. honey."
"Hi," you said, smiling softly. It was good to see him. I mean, he looked amazing. He always does. Those little curls that flop in front of his face. The way his eyes lit up when he was excited. You were drifting, living in your own thoughts. So much so that you nearly missed Charles snapping in front of the camera.
"Baby. Baby? You okay? You're zoning out on me." His laugh was the only sound to fill your dark, quiet room. That and the sound of your heart racing at the thought of him.
"Yeah, yeah sorry," you said, shaking your head, trying to clear the thoughts that were swirling around in your mind.
"What are you doing up?" he asked looking at his watch, "isn't it like one in the morning over there?"
"Actually, smart ass, it's three am." You swear you saw his eyes almost pop out of his head, and you rolled your eyes.
"(Y/N)! What are you still doing up then? Don't you have to be up early tomorrow?" His concern was cute, but not what you needed from him right now. You wanted him on top of you, hand around your throat, making you look at him as you fell apart all around him. Your silence made him shoot you his signature smirk. "Oh. . so that's why you called?" You could feel his ego boost through the phone.
"C-can't I just want to check up on my man?" With that, his smirk only intensified.
"Your eyes are pitch black honey, let up." You let out a sigh, as if you felt the burden of pretending you weren't horny being lifted.
"It's just, I can't fucking sleep, Charles. I was up watching Netflix. Then I got tired, but when I turned everything off, I closed my eyes but still couldn't sleep. Then I tried putting a random tv show on, just for background noise, but I didn't like anything enough to keep it on for more than a few minutes. Then I tried putting on that podcast I like, and that was working for a little bit, but then I was too focused on it and I just--I wish you were here to help, you always make me feel good" you whined out quickly. Just hearing you explain, Charles could tell you were frustrated. He noticed you tended to act like this after he fucked you to the point of exhaustion. When he would make you cum over and over, he would scoop you into his arms and listen to you babble about whatever thoughts that were left in your mind. He knew he fucked you well when you would whine for his touch, so needy. Thinking about past memories with you had him about to sport a semi, so he excuses himself from the public eye and slips into an unoccupied room.
"How many times?" A look of confusion flashed across your face.
"Wha-"
"How many times have you touched yourself" You whined. Out loud. The song went straight to Charles's cock, and he readjusted himself away from the camera's view. Your eyes were closed just imagining him being there with you, punishing you for not asking him to help out sooner. "I'm talking to you, honey." You swallowed and your jaw dropped. Shawn may be on tour, but Daddy's home.
