The phone was staring back at him judgingly. Well if it could stare it would definitely be judging him. The crumpled piece of paper was being folded an unfolded in his hand. Every time he unfolded it he would stare at the number messily scribbled across it. think about reaching for the phone, then fold it back again shaking his head and continue to stare at the phone which, it seemed, was staring back at him saying 'just get on with it already'.

It just wasn't something that someone like Gerard Way would normally do. He felt embarrassed just thinking about it. No. He made up his mind. Gerard put the piece of paper down on the table and pushed it away from him. This was way too pathetic, even for him. Was he really that desperate and lonely that he would give in to such easy temptation? Though, then again he was 24 and living with his mother, spending his days locked up in his basement room drawing or reading comic books. Actually now that he thought about it, the last time he went out of the house was last Thursday when the new edition of Hell Boy came out. Alright maybe he was a bit pathetic. Just a bit. And just a tad lonely.

He looked down at the dark wooden floor, ran his hand through his messy black locks that needed chopping off and picked up the phone. Who even cares, he thought before straightening out the little piece of paper. It's not like he was going to tell anyone that he actually did something like this. Gerard tried to calm himself that this was a perfectly normal thing to do. He was lonely and desperate yes, but it wasn't like anyone would want him like this anyway and he wasn't going out to pick up someone off the street either. At least this way he wouldn't be breaking the law. Gerard kept repeating it to himself while he punched in the numbers quickly so he wouldn't have a chance to change his mind again.

Gerard placed the phone to his ear and listened to the mechanic beeps while his heart was beating like mad. His face was flushed a deep red and his breathing was shaky

"Hi" he suddenly heard from the other end. The word was dragged out in a sickly sweet tone by a woman "you've reached the hottest hotline in New Jersey. Before you proceed you need to confirm that you are 18 years old or older." she said in the same tone of voice. The line must've been rehearsed at least a couple hundred times to make her sound like a porn star. Gerard fidgeted in his seat uncomfortably realizing he had to speak up when his heart was thumping so loud in his ears he could barely hear.

"Y-yeah I'm over 18" he stammered out after a minute of silence feeling sweat form on his forehead.

"What's your name sweetie?" she asked quickly after. For a moment Gerard thought he was talking to a robot, a mechanic answering machine because she was talking in the same tone that sounded unnatural but no. He could hear the steady breathing at the other end of the line. Somehow thinking she was a robot was easier.

"Gerard." he was quicker to answer this time.

"Well Gerard," she said with a slight chuckle that was supposed to sound playful and sexy. Though, Gerard just got the impression that she was mocking him "How can we help or please you?" Gerard burrowed his eyebrows in confusion. What did she mean by that? He simply assumed that this woman was the person who would get him off through the phone. What did she mean by 'can we help you' Is she not alone? Is Gerard going to have to talk and listen to other people apart from her? Or is she some sort of receptionist that directs clients to others?

Gerard started stammering incoherent things, thinking he'll just have to hang up when the woman spoke again

"You haven't really done this before, have you?" she asked in what hopefully wasn't pity in her voice. Gerard let out a breath and admitted nodding to himself

"Yeah, not really."

"Don't worry Gerard. I'll guide you all the way through it then." she said surprisingly comfortingly. He felt a bit better at that, at least his heart wasn't about to jump out of his chest.

"If you want, you can continue talking with me, but if you have other preferences I can direct you to another person, though it would be a shame to lose someone like you." she said trying to keep up her porn star voice. Though, Gerard could hear the difference in her voice now. Clearly this part wasn't as rehearsed "You can view the people we have here on our team on the website." she explained and Gerard quickly turned on his laptop. As much as he had no doubt that miss sugar voice lady could do a good job, she wasn't exactly what Gerard was looking for, what he needed.

To put it simply, he hadn't had sex or had any physical or intimate encounters with another person for about half a year. Six long months. Ever since he got the opportunity to work from home he didn't feel the need to go out and party or meet new people. Why should he? He was perfectly comfortable sitting home alone, doing what he likes. This was the small drawback to this celibate lifestyle though. After three months of getting off to porn somehow handjobs didn't feel as good and effective anymore. He was starting to crave another's touch, the feeling you get when you realize you're wanted. When, there's skin against skin, bodies slick with sweat, sweet puffs of air right next to your ear. But Gerard was still against the idea of going out. No way. He can't handle being in crowds or trying to hit on someone when he's sober.

And now another three months later he was really desperate, he had to come up with a new way of getting off. He thought about cybersex but it's not exactly dependable and you never know the person you're talking to may be just taking the piss out of you and laughing their head off. So this was the next best option. He thought as he scrolled through the website, looking at the people who were willing to give him what he needed. There weren't that many people, about a dozen of them. Gerard viewed them quickly and saw that he probably won't get anything better than sugar voice lady over here that was waiting for him to make a decision on the other line.

Gerard was just about to say that he'll stick with her after all when he saw the last person on the list, which made him choke on his words.

He didn't look above 25 and yes it was a he. Gerard had always known that he was attracted to both men and women but he always went for the latter when it came to dating and such. He only enjoyed men's company when he was in college while getting drunk or stoned nearly every night. Though in all his life he had never seen a man like this, the name tag read "Frank". Gerard didn't know how to begin to describe him, though the first thing he noticed he had to admit was his naked torso marked in various pieces of art that made Gerard's mouth water. The picture wasn't big but it was enough for him. Next his eyes fell upon his shaggy black hair and his innocent looking face. While all the others on the list were trying to pull off a sexy smirk or a seductive look Frank was staring at him under his heavy eyelids in the most pure and childish way. He had perfectly shaped eyebrows and a small nose which, Gerard squinted at the screen trying to see, seemed to have been pierced, along with his pouty bottom lip. On the whole he looked like a punk kid who lets say worked as an internship at a tattoo parlor. He wasn't very muscular, he didn't have a six-pack or anything but he seemed pretty strong nonetheless. Only now Gerard's eyes fell upon his hands. Frank's long fingers were hooked on his jeans front belt loops by which he, casually and maybe even accidentally, was pushing his pants slightly down revealing his happy trail and just the tip begging of his pubes.

Gerard swallowed loudly before saying

"Is uh… Frank? Available?" he asked uncertainly. The woman on the other line giggled lightly again

"Oh I see what you like. You may have to wait a minute or two before Frankie can take you, but I can promise you Gerard, it's worth the wait." she said, her sickly sweet voice back again. He muttered "okay" but there was no one on the other line to hear him.

Oh my god he was actually going to go through with this. He was actually going to have phone sex with a dude named Frankie and pay 5$ a minute for it. Gerard put his face in his free hand trying to calm down his breathing again. While there was a bit of time he at least made himself comfortable.

The room was almost completely dark. The only source of light was his still open laptop at the foot of the bed. Gerard squished himself in the corner of the bed, his back resting on the poster covered wall. He put some blankets over himself not because he was cold but if he was gonna start jacking off at least he wouldn't see himself do it and maybe feel a little less self-conscious. Gerard threw the few comics he had on his bed away from him so they wouldn't get dirty and covered in… well something nasty, let's leave it at that. And that was when he heard a click on the other line

"Hey there" a man's voice drawled out. Gerard froze in place, his eyes wide and his breath caught up in his throat again. He sounded nothing like sugar voice lady. Instead of fake and giggly and sweet, this guy's voice was deeper, mysterious and breathy, like he had just gotten back from a smoke break. From his tone of voice it didn't seem like he was trying to seduce him, but more like he talked like this every day and he was so relaxed right now that the seducing part came naturally to him.

"Hey" was all that Gerard could say

"Sorry you had to wait, I can promise I'll make up for the lost time though." he said lazily and Gerard could hear him smile at his last words "So I hear you've never done this Gerard." he said. It wasn't exactly a question but Gerard still answered nonetheless

"Yeah, kind of." his pulse went back to normal somehow. Frank voice was relaxed and it made him a bit more relaxed in return. Gerard sank in deeper into the bed, feeling the tension slightly decreasing.

"Don't worry babe and just relax" Frank said and Gerard cringed a bit. There was no way in hell anyone was going to call him that. Not anymore.

"Yeah just don't call me babe, please." he asked feeling a bit more confident in his words.

"Well what do you want me to call you then?" he asked with a slight chuckle

"Anything else will do." Gerard said after a moment's thought.

"Whatever you say Gerard, I'm at your command." Gerard shivered a bit at those words "So what are you doing?"

"I'm just lying in my bed, nothing special." he said casually, shrugging a bit when it hit him that maybe he should have said something seductive or at least something to suggest he was in the mood for this. God he was so bad at this.

"Really? Hmm…You lying sprawled out on the bed sounds pretty awesome to me. Are you wearing anything?" Frank fucking purred in his ear. Gerard looked down on himself, he didn't even bother to take off his hoodie but he guessed he should play along

"No?" he said uncertainly. Tension was back in his muscles. He had no idea how to do this. This was followed by a brief silence and then

"Are you really above 18?" Frank asked though his voice lost none of its charm unlike the sweet voiced lady

"Uh yeah," Gerard said burrowing his eyebrows "I'm 24."

"Yeah? Well then I guess dirty talk just isn't your strong point." Frank said and continued quickly after "Just listen to me talk and feel free to join on whenever you like."

"I'm gonna go ahead and tell you what I'm doing then. I'm sitting on a couch in this stuffy dark room all alone, and fuck it's hot in here." Gerard closed his eyes and sank into his bed again listening intently "The thought of you lying on your bed, all completely naked is making everything even hotter. Fuck it, I'll just have to take off my shirt."

Gerard could hear a short pause after this and heard some sort of rustling sound. He wondered whether Frank really took his shirt off or if it was just an act "Mmm… much better now. But it's still not enough. It's still hot in here. I'm burning up." he said, his words rolled off his tongue lazily one after one. Gerard had no idea how Frank was doing it with his voice but he seemed to be raising the tension and the excitement so naturally.

"I'm trailing my hand down my chest, slightly playing with my nipples and then all the way down to my stomach wishing it was your hand that was doing that. I wish it was you that were making me feel excited and fucking horny just with your hands touching my skin." Gerard let out a shaky breath remembering the way Frank's torso looked, all toned and colorful and felt himself starting to get a bit excited as well. Frank's narrative was so capturing and enthralling he could just listen to him speak the entire time.

"Oh… I wonder what it would be like touching you like that. Just lightly trailing my fingers along your skin and make you shiver from pleasure and moan softly." Gerard didn't realize he had his mouth open by then. His free hand almost involuntarily went under his hoodie and shirt, lightly touching his stomach and chest just the way Frank described. And fuck it did feel good. It was a bit ticklish but in a good way. Gerard suddenly sighted loudly from the feeling.

"Mmm… and I bet you taste even better. Damn I just want to lick every patch of your skin I can find, to tease and play with your nipples until you writhe beneath me." Frank almost growled the last part, giving his voice a bit of roughness and domination. Gerard's hands automatically went up to his chest as he did what Frank was saying.

"I'd move my body against yours as I would go up and start biting your neck, marking you all to myself. And I wouldn't stop moving my hips against yours while I do that. Just moving back and forth, back and forth creating delicious friction." Frank all but purred in his ear. Gerard's breathing picked up the pace again but this time it wasn't from being nervous, Gerard was close to starting to pant. Frank's voice was also a pitch higher right now, like he was getting just as turned on by it too.

"My pants are getting tighter, oh fuck… it feels so good to cup the growing bulge in my pants. I wish you could see it Gerard, feel it. So you'd know just how hard I'm getting for you, how much I want you right here and now." Gerard was ready to say something back but his mouth went dry. He couldn't help but cup his own growing bulge under the blankets whimpering slightly at the contact.

"Am I turning you on too Gerard? Uh I'd love to just move my hand down and trail it across your hips and thighs, seeing your big cock grow from my touch." Gerard was positively panting right now. He still didn't quite understand what was about Frank that made him feel like this. Gerard was for once eager to explore himself, his body than to just have a quick few strokes and be done with it. So he slowly undid the button of his pants, slowly trailing the new exposed skin with his fingers.

"I'd love to hear you whimper and beg, in that sweet voice of yours. Fuck now I have to take off my pants because I can't take it anymore, I need to touch myself. You're driving me crazy Gerard." he whimpered. One of Gerard's favorite things was to hear Frank say his name like that. Then Gerard could hear some rustling once again and then oh… Frank just emitted he most throaty moan with Gerard's name on his lips. Gerard could imagine Frank just sitting there, eagerly jumping out of his pants, gripping his cock and throwing his head back in pleasure. Somewhere at the back of his mind he realized this was just acting but for now he didn't want to believe that. Because it felt real, it sounded real and his raging boner was definitely real.

"I'm imagining that this is your hand stroking my dick and oh god it feels good. I'd love to feel your dick in my hand too, slowly stroking it from the base to the very tip." Gerard finally reached down into his pants and oh fuck, he didn't remember when a single touch had felt so good. So he pushed down his pants down to his thighs and firmly griped himself just the way Frankie was describing.

"…while my lips would find their way to your jaw line, gently licking and biting it until I finally reach your lips."

"God I want to kiss you." Gerard blurted out while imagining it. He was so lost in all of this, in the sound of Frank's voice and his words nothing else seemed to matter to him. For now he had no life, no job, no friends, and no family only Frank on the other end of the line who was making him feel like his life depended on this phone call.

"Yeah?" Gerard heard Frank smile while panting "You want me to kiss and bite on your bottom lip?"

"Fuck that's all I could think about when I saw your photo. I kept wondering how your lip ring would feel like against my mouth, how I'd take in to my mouth and nibble on it." Gerard said honestly, stroking himself lazily, wanting this to last as long as it could.

"Mmm… I love it when people do that. I just want to grab your hair and push your face against mine and thrust my tongue in and out of your mouth." the growling voice was back

"I want that so much. I want you being rough with me like that and just take and use me." Gerard gripped his dick tighter

"Yeah I could tell you like to be controlled. You want me to be in charge and make you moan and lose yourself completely so that you can't even talk, think or breathe properly anymore." Frank's voice was getting more intense

"Yes yes, just like that." Gerard breathed throwing his head back.

"Then do as I say and touch yourself" Frank ordered firmly

"I'm doing that right now. Uh it feels good."

"Yeah? You like stroking your big cock for me don't you? I can just imagine you lying on your bed naked, stroking yourself and looking up at me with the most obedient look on your face, ready to do anything I say." he growled more to himself than to Gerard actually.

"I'm yours to take" Gerard said simply and heard Frank moan loudly on the other line

"That's what I like to hear. I'd get you to go down on your knees and suck my cock." Gerard speeded up his movements because fuck no one has ever ordered him around like that

"I'd love to suck your dick Frankie. I want to take you all in, right to the back of my throat and let you fuck my mouth" Gerard said between moans

"Oh shit that's hot" it seemed that for a moment they switched places, Gerard being the one seducing Frank. "Oh you're opening up so nicely for me Gerard. My cock is sliding so smoothly in your hot wet mouth" by now Gerard was pumping himself at full speed, he couldn't help himself. Every stroke was getting him closer and closer to the edge.

"You're moans sound so good Frankie, but your dick in my mouth feels even better" Gerard couldn't believe how much he actually wanted to feel Frank's cock, it wasn't even that he craved it, he was hungry for it.

"Damn you're a little slut, aren't you, Gerard? You want me to fuck your mouth nice and hard yeah?"

"I just want you oh… oh. need you" Gerard was sweaty and he couldn't formulate words anymore. Pre-come was slicking up his cock nicely, his hips were thrusting and trashing around, he couldn't hold on for much longer. And as if though Frank could sense that, he went for the kill

"Oh shit I'm getting so close. I'm gonna come right in your mouth, make you taste it and swallow it down your throat. Uh, uh… fuck Gerard!" and at the sound of his name being shouted in pure bliss Gerard lost it. He came all over his blanket shouting out way too loudly. He was left feeling empty, boneless and so fucking good he can't remember the last time he had an orgasm that was this intense. It was a moment or two before Gerard remembered he was still holding a phone to his year

"You there? Gerard asked breathless, feeling tired as hell.

"Yeah I'm here. Fuck" Frank answered out of breath as well. Gerard wondered if this was just some flawless acting or did he really get off as well.

"Thank you for that. You have no idea how much I needed this." Gerard admitted

"No problem. I needed this too actually." Frank said and he sounded honest. His voice was still breathy and lazy but it lost its seductive features. He was talking to him properly and normally. But it lasted very briefly. Gerard could hear his muffled swears and then his seductive voice was back again, a little over stretched this time though

"We hope to hear from you again Gerard." he said his rehearsed line and hung up. Gerard tore the phone away from his ear and threw it unceremoniously somewhere away from him. Then he took the dirty blankets off of him, throwing them on the floor for him to take care of later, took off his hoodie and fell to his bed, barely keeping his eyes open. He smiled to himself before falling asleep. Yes, he'll definitely be calling Frank again.