Phone Call
Title: Phone Call
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: lesbian!Flykarth (girl!Matt Flyzik/ girl!Alex Gaskarth)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Her room is empty and there’s a shadow on the bed where her girlfriend usually is, on the other side of the country on a business trip, in California, beaches and beach babes and tropical alcoholic drinks.
Disclaimer: do not own the characters don't steal etc etc title and cut belong to Forever the Sickest Kids
A/N: Stacey was talking about genderswap and then I wanted to write genderswap and then I ended up writing lesbian!flykarth for her. Lesbian smut was interesting to write, it probably sucks u kno but everyone needs to start somewhere etc etc
tumblr is here, br0.
cum tell me what you think i will not be appreciative if you read it and then make like a tree and leaf.
Alex’s hair is wet, cold against her bare back. She’s naked, one towel wrapped loosely around her hips and one rubbing against her hair, catching water droplets. Her room is empty and there’s a shadow on the bed where her girlfriend usually is, on the other side of the country on a business trip, in California, beaches and beach babes and tropical alcoholic drinks.
It’s not Matt’s thing, she’s never cheated on her before, but sometimes Alex thinks that she might if presented with the opportunity, because California girls, they’re unforgettable, fine, fresh, fierce they got it on lock, right? They have perfect bodies and tans and big boobs and Alex is. Well she’s not.
The towel slips off her narrow hips and she doesn’t pick it up, lets it lie in a wet heap on the floor. She drops the other one a few feet away, her hair a tangle of wet curls cascading over her shoulders and back. Her phone is lying on her bed side table, she’s supposed to get a call from Matt after ten p.m. in LA because she had to go out to dinner with someone from her work and wouldn’t be back at her hotel until then.
It’s one a.m. in Baltimore and Alex wouldn’t generally be sleeping anyway, she’s not very good at sleeping, it escapes her the same way some social situations do. Ninety nine percent of the time Alex is running on four or five hours of sleep and copious amounts of caffeine.
At one in the morning it’s still like ninety degrees outside, the air-co is blasting into the room and it’s still too hot for clothes; Alex sits crosslegged in the middle of their bed, letting cool air blow over her and waits for her girlfriends call.
The Harry Potter themesong starts playing at 1.32 a.m. and Alex jumps at her phone, lurching across the bed and landing on her stomach as she almost knocks the small piece of technology off of the table.
“Matt?” she says, breathless smile evident on her face and some two thousand three hundred miles away, Matt sits on her bed in an oversized t-shirt and smiles.
“Hey pretty lady,” she says, leaning back against the white pillows, legs crossed at the ankles. “Can’t sleep?”
Alex shakes her head and then blinks, saying no into the mouth piece. “I miss you,” she whines. “Come home.”
Mathilda laughs, eyes closed. “I’m coming home in two days baby, being here is important right now.”
Her girlfriend huffs, her arms would be crossed across her chest if she didn’t need to hold the phone. Matt can see it in her head, the cranky expression on her face. “I want you here now.”
Alex can hear the muted sound of a television over the slight static of the phone. She hears it and then it disappears so Matt probably turned it down or off, and that’s okay because she wants all of her attention right now, dammit.
“Someone sounds pushy,” Matt teases. “Have you gone too long without me and my magical fingers?” Alex huffs again, cheeks burning red because she doesn’t want to admit it but yeah, that’s definitely what’s up, she’s horny and there’s this itch under her skin that won’t go away and Matt laughs because her girl is used to multiple orgasms and it’s been three days since she left.
There’s a rustling of sheets and pillows moving around, a thump as something hits the floor and then Matt’s voice is in her ear again, a little rough and it makes Alex shiver. “What’re you wearing?”
She shifts down the bed a little, stretching out languidly. “Nothing,” she answers honestly.
Matt smirks, hand dipping between her own legs, rubbing slowly over thin fabric. “That’s how I like you best, pretty girl,” she says, phone propped between her cheek and her shoulder. “Are you thinking about me?”
Alex’s breath hitches, her own phone is propped between her cheek and shoulder, an exact mirror of her girlfriend as her hands trail down her body, pressing light touches to sensitive skin. “Yeah,” she whispers, “Always you.”
“What are you thinking about?” She asks, edging her shirt up as her fingers spread out across her ribs, touching warm skin and she wishes it was Alex’s hands, guitar calloused fingers. “Tell me,” she says when Alex doesn’t answer.
She still doesn’t answer it, eyes half closed as her fingers touch her skin. She doesn’t want to tell, knows that she knows what she’s thinking about. “Are you thinking about my fingers? One or two or three inside you?” Matt asks, her voice a slightly lower pitch then usual. She pauses, sucking her lip ring into her mouth and Alex can picture her doing it, her shirt bunched up around her armpits as her fingers touch lightly at round breasts.
Matt hears a slightly muffled gasp over the line. “Tell me,” she says instantly, breath caught in her chest.
“Two,” Alex says, breathy and high pitched. “Two fingers,” she moans, catching her lip between her teeth. She gasps, hips arching forwards against her hand.
“Yeah,” Matt breathes, a silent question to ask her to keep talking. Her hand skims down her stomach, slipping underneath the plain black panties to press teasing touches over wet.
“Yeah,” she groans back, curling her fingers and her hips rock forwards, ticking as her thumb rubs over her clit. “Fuck, want you. Want you here,” Alex gasps, hand cupping her breast.
The sounds that Alex is making are slightly static-y over the phone, softer and almost out of focus.
“Hey,” Matt says, stilling her fingers. “Open the drawer on my side of the bed, the bottom one,”
Alex is silent for a second and then removes her hand, whining slightly at the loss. “This better be worth it,” she mutters darkly, shifting up onto her knees as she leans over the edge.
“Trust me,” Matt smirks, and she hears her rummaging around, through Cosmo and Kerrang! magazines and kohl eyeliner pencils and . She hears her soft oh and her smirk deepens. “Find it?” Alex is nodding, Matt can tell, so she says, “Open the box.”
It’s a black vibrator 8 inches in length, the exact same shade as the strap on Matt has in the same drawer. “Jamia Mathilda Flyzik, when the fuck did you buy this?” Alex demands, turning it over in her hand.
“Does it matter when I bought it? I want you to use it,” Matt rolls her eyes, dropping her phone onto the mattress for a second shifting onto her knees so she can pull her t-shirt over her head. She catches her reflection in the mirror on the other side of the room, naked except for her boyshorts.
When she picks up the phone again, she can hear Alex breathing, deep breaths and then, “Fuck,”
“What?” she asks, settling back onto the cushions, pushing the duvet back with her feet.
“It’s,” Alex starts, and then she twists the end of it, just to the first setting, a slow, humming vibrating noise filling the room. “It’s good,” she says, hips ticking forward as she presses it inside.
“One more,” Matt says, and Alex knows what she means, she shifts her hand and twists the end again, shifting it up on the second speed, moaning rough and low. “Fuck, fuck, talk to me, Alex, tell me.”
She can’t form words, she can barely see, her vision swimming in front of her eyes. “It’s so good,” Alex says brokenly, and Matt can hear her breathing, deep, and she knows what she’d look like if she was actually there, more then just a voice two thousand miles away. “Better when you do it, not that same,” she twists her wrist, presses the black silicone toy up and her back arches, crying out.
“You’d want my mouth on you too, wouldn’t you.” It’s a statement, not a question, Alex is fucking greedy in bed, she wants everything and she wants it once. Matt has never been one to deny her girlfriend anything.
“Yes, fuck, yes,” Alex pants, twisting the end of the toy up another notch without Matt telling her to. “Fuck,” she bites out, moans rising in pitch as the humming noise gets louder and faster.
Matt lifts her hips, pushing her boyshorts over them and kicking them to the hotel room floor. She groans, soft and low as she presses two fingers into herself. “What would you rather, I went down on you or if I fucked you with our strap on?” Her breath hitches, soft ah ah ah’s as she curls her fingers, pressing against her g-spot.
Alex’s hips rock against the toy, her left hand moving it at a steady pace and her right hand pressing against her clit, rubbing circles around it. “Can’t you - ah - both?” Her hand shifts up, cupping her breast and brushing her lithe fingers over hard nipples and then back down between her legs.
“Yeah, sure, whatever you want, babe,” Mathilda bites her lip sharply, fingers and thumb pushing her that much closer to the edge. “Fucking love the way you taste, so fucking good. I’d make you come with my mouth, and then with the strap on, fuck you so good.”
Her hair is a mess, black tufts sticking up on the left side where her undercut is, the right a longer, tangled mess. “And what if I used the double ended one, hm? Fucking both of us, at the exact same time.”
“Matt, Mathilda, fuck, Matt,” Alex feels like she can’t breathe, the room is spinning and the vibrator is up on the fourth setting, four out of six, fuck, it’s fire and fucking brimstone. She pants, breath shuddering out of her. She can’t, she can’t.
“C’mon, one more, you can take it,” Matt coaxes, crooking her fingers and arching her hips. She bites her lip while she waits for Alex, murmuring soft words into the speaker. “Just one more, c’mon.”
Alex twists the end, up to five and there are about ten seconds between the vibrating getting faster and her coming. Matt can hear her over the phone, moaning and gasping and panting and her fingers twist, pulling out all the stops and using every trick she knows. The toy keeps vibrating even after she’s finished and her hips twitch, it’s over sensitive and too much and good, part of Alex wants to keep going for a second orgasm.
“Fuck,” her girlfriend pants, wiping her fingers on the crisp white sheets. Alex gasps brokenly when she pulls the toy out, it’s shiny wet silicone now.
“Best. Present. Ever,” she states, getting a tissue and wiping it off before she drops it in the drawer, hips still twitching slightly when she lies back down. “Just a second,” Alex says through a yawn, putting the phone down on the bed as she slips off to find a t-shirt and some underwear.
It’s now two fifteen in the morning and she’s had an orgasm and she’s pleasantly sleepy, skin thrumming after her orgasm. She shuffles under the coves, snug in an men’s medium Blink-182 tour shirt.
“I’m back,” she yawns, and Matt smiles, flicking through the tv channels and settling on one that’s playing Sixteen Candles.
“Sleep, you.” Matt tosses the remote to the side, pulling the blanket up over her waist. “I love you, I’ll call you again tomorrow,”
Alex nods. “I love you too,” she says, and then ends the call. She drops her phone on the table, stretches out in the middle of the bed, and then promptly falls asleep, lights on and all.
Author: Amanda, who goes by the aliasapodiopsys
Pairing: lesbian!Flykarth (girl!Matt Flyzik/ girl!Alex Gaskarth)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Her room is empty and there’s a shadow on the bed where her girlfriend usually is, on the other side of the country on a business trip, in California, beaches and beach babes and tropical alcoholic drinks.
Disclaimer: do not own the characters don't steal etc etc title and cut belong to Forever the Sickest Kids
A/N: Stacey was talking about genderswap and then I wanted to write genderswap and then I ended up writing lesbian!flykarth for her. Lesbian smut was interesting to write, it probably sucks u kno but everyone needs to start somewhere etc etc
tumblr is here, br0.
cum tell me what you think i will not be appreciative if you read it and then make like a tree and leaf.
Alex’s hair is wet, cold against her bare back. She’s naked, one towel wrapped loosely around her hips and one rubbing against her hair, catching water droplets. Her room is empty and there’s a shadow on the bed where her girlfriend usually is, on the other side of the country on a business trip, in California, beaches and beach babes and tropical alcoholic drinks.
It’s not Matt’s thing, she’s never cheated on her before, but sometimes Alex thinks that she might if presented with the opportunity, because California girls, they’re unforgettable, fine, fresh, fierce they got it on lock, right? They have perfect bodies and tans and big boobs and Alex is. Well she’s not.
The towel slips off her narrow hips and she doesn’t pick it up, lets it lie in a wet heap on the floor. She drops the other one a few feet away, her hair a tangle of wet curls cascading over her shoulders and back. Her phone is lying on her bed side table, she’s supposed to get a call from Matt after ten p.m. in LA because she had to go out to dinner with someone from her work and wouldn’t be back at her hotel until then.
It’s one a.m. in Baltimore and Alex wouldn’t generally be sleeping anyway, she’s not very good at sleeping, it escapes her the same way some social situations do. Ninety nine percent of the time Alex is running on four or five hours of sleep and copious amounts of caffeine.
At one in the morning it’s still like ninety degrees outside, the air-co is blasting into the room and it’s still too hot for clothes; Alex sits crosslegged in the middle of their bed, letting cool air blow over her and waits for her girlfriends call.
The Harry Potter themesong starts playing at 1.32 a.m. and Alex jumps at her phone, lurching across the bed and landing on her stomach as she almost knocks the small piece of technology off of the table.
“Matt?” she says, breathless smile evident on her face and some two thousand three hundred miles away, Matt sits on her bed in an oversized t-shirt and smiles.
“Hey pretty lady,” she says, leaning back against the white pillows, legs crossed at the ankles. “Can’t sleep?”
Alex shakes her head and then blinks, saying no into the mouth piece. “I miss you,” she whines. “Come home.”
Mathilda laughs, eyes closed. “I’m coming home in two days baby, being here is important right now.”
Her girlfriend huffs, her arms would be crossed across her chest if she didn’t need to hold the phone. Matt can see it in her head, the cranky expression on her face. “I want you here now.”
Alex can hear the muted sound of a television over the slight static of the phone. She hears it and then it disappears so Matt probably turned it down or off, and that’s okay because she wants all of her attention right now, dammit.
“Someone sounds pushy,” Matt teases. “Have you gone too long without me and my magical fingers?” Alex huffs again, cheeks burning red because she doesn’t want to admit it but yeah, that’s definitely what’s up, she’s horny and there’s this itch under her skin that won’t go away and Matt laughs because her girl is used to multiple orgasms and it’s been three days since she left.
There’s a rustling of sheets and pillows moving around, a thump as something hits the floor and then Matt’s voice is in her ear again, a little rough and it makes Alex shiver. “What’re you wearing?”
She shifts down the bed a little, stretching out languidly. “Nothing,” she answers honestly.
Matt smirks, hand dipping between her own legs, rubbing slowly over thin fabric. “That’s how I like you best, pretty girl,” she says, phone propped between her cheek and her shoulder. “Are you thinking about me?”
Alex’s breath hitches, her own phone is propped between her cheek and shoulder, an exact mirror of her girlfriend as her hands trail down her body, pressing light touches to sensitive skin. “Yeah,” she whispers, “Always you.”
“What are you thinking about?” She asks, edging her shirt up as her fingers spread out across her ribs, touching warm skin and she wishes it was Alex’s hands, guitar calloused fingers. “Tell me,” she says when Alex doesn’t answer.
She still doesn’t answer it, eyes half closed as her fingers touch her skin. She doesn’t want to tell, knows that she knows what she’s thinking about. “Are you thinking about my fingers? One or two or three inside you?” Matt asks, her voice a slightly lower pitch then usual. She pauses, sucking her lip ring into her mouth and Alex can picture her doing it, her shirt bunched up around her armpits as her fingers touch lightly at round breasts.
Matt hears a slightly muffled gasp over the line. “Tell me,” she says instantly, breath caught in her chest.
“Two,” Alex says, breathy and high pitched. “Two fingers,” she moans, catching her lip between her teeth. She gasps, hips arching forwards against her hand.
“Yeah,” Matt breathes, a silent question to ask her to keep talking. Her hand skims down her stomach, slipping underneath the plain black panties to press teasing touches over wet.
“Yeah,” she groans back, curling her fingers and her hips rock forwards, ticking as her thumb rubs over her clit. “Fuck, want you. Want you here,” Alex gasps, hand cupping her breast.
The sounds that Alex is making are slightly static-y over the phone, softer and almost out of focus.
“Hey,” Matt says, stilling her fingers. “Open the drawer on my side of the bed, the bottom one,”
Alex is silent for a second and then removes her hand, whining slightly at the loss. “This better be worth it,” she mutters darkly, shifting up onto her knees as she leans over the edge.
“Trust me,” Matt smirks, and she hears her rummaging around, through Cosmo and Kerrang! magazines and kohl eyeliner pencils and . She hears her soft oh and her smirk deepens. “Find it?” Alex is nodding, Matt can tell, so she says, “Open the box.”
It’s a black vibrator 8 inches in length, the exact same shade as the strap on Matt has in the same drawer. “Jamia Mathilda Flyzik, when the fuck did you buy this?” Alex demands, turning it over in her hand.
“Does it matter when I bought it? I want you to use it,” Matt rolls her eyes, dropping her phone onto the mattress for a second shifting onto her knees so she can pull her t-shirt over her head. She catches her reflection in the mirror on the other side of the room, naked except for her boyshorts.
When she picks up the phone again, she can hear Alex breathing, deep breaths and then, “Fuck,”
“What?” she asks, settling back onto the cushions, pushing the duvet back with her feet.
“It’s,” Alex starts, and then she twists the end of it, just to the first setting, a slow, humming vibrating noise filling the room. “It’s good,” she says, hips ticking forward as she presses it inside.
“One more,” Matt says, and Alex knows what she means, she shifts her hand and twists the end again, shifting it up on the second speed, moaning rough and low. “Fuck, fuck, talk to me, Alex, tell me.”
She can’t form words, she can barely see, her vision swimming in front of her eyes. “It’s so good,” Alex says brokenly, and Matt can hear her breathing, deep, and she knows what she’d look like if she was actually there, more then just a voice two thousand miles away. “Better when you do it, not that same,” she twists her wrist, presses the black silicone toy up and her back arches, crying out.
“You’d want my mouth on you too, wouldn’t you.” It’s a statement, not a question, Alex is fucking greedy in bed, she wants everything and she wants it once. Matt has never been one to deny her girlfriend anything.
“Yes, fuck, yes,” Alex pants, twisting the end of the toy up another notch without Matt telling her to. “Fuck,” she bites out, moans rising in pitch as the humming noise gets louder and faster.
Matt lifts her hips, pushing her boyshorts over them and kicking them to the hotel room floor. She groans, soft and low as she presses two fingers into herself. “What would you rather, I went down on you or if I fucked you with our strap on?” Her breath hitches, soft ah ah ah’s as she curls her fingers, pressing against her g-spot.
Alex’s hips rock against the toy, her left hand moving it at a steady pace and her right hand pressing against her clit, rubbing circles around it. “Can’t you - ah - both?” Her hand shifts up, cupping her breast and brushing her lithe fingers over hard nipples and then back down between her legs.
“Yeah, sure, whatever you want, babe,” Mathilda bites her lip sharply, fingers and thumb pushing her that much closer to the edge. “Fucking love the way you taste, so fucking good. I’d make you come with my mouth, and then with the strap on, fuck you so good.”
Her hair is a mess, black tufts sticking up on the left side where her undercut is, the right a longer, tangled mess. “And what if I used the double ended one, hm? Fucking both of us, at the exact same time.”
“Matt, Mathilda, fuck, Matt,” Alex feels like she can’t breathe, the room is spinning and the vibrator is up on the fourth setting, four out of six, fuck, it’s fire and fucking brimstone. She pants, breath shuddering out of her. She can’t, she can’t.
“C’mon, one more, you can take it,” Matt coaxes, crooking her fingers and arching her hips. She bites her lip while she waits for Alex, murmuring soft words into the speaker. “Just one more, c’mon.”
Alex twists the end, up to five and there are about ten seconds between the vibrating getting faster and her coming. Matt can hear her over the phone, moaning and gasping and panting and her fingers twist, pulling out all the stops and using every trick she knows. The toy keeps vibrating even after she’s finished and her hips twitch, it’s over sensitive and too much and good, part of Alex wants to keep going for a second orgasm.
“Fuck,” her girlfriend pants, wiping her fingers on the crisp white sheets. Alex gasps brokenly when she pulls the toy out, it’s shiny wet silicone now.
“Best. Present. Ever,” she states, getting a tissue and wiping it off before she drops it in the drawer, hips still twitching slightly when she lies back down. “Just a second,” Alex says through a yawn, putting the phone down on the bed as she slips off to find a t-shirt and some underwear.
It’s now two fifteen in the morning and she’s had an orgasm and she’s pleasantly sleepy, skin thrumming after her orgasm. She shuffles under the coves, snug in an men’s medium Blink-182 tour shirt.
“I’m back,” she yawns, and Matt smiles, flicking through the tv channels and settling on one that’s playing Sixteen Candles.
“Sleep, you.” Matt tosses the remote to the side, pulling the blanket up over her waist. “I love you, I’ll call you again tomorrow,”
Alex nods. “I love you too,” she says, and then ends the call. She drops her phone on the table, stretches out in the middle of the bed, and then promptly falls asleep, lights on and all.