A/N: This is a sequel to Merry Christmas, Finn. You don't NECESSARILY have to read that to get this, but it certainly helps.
"That was a really good Christmas present," Finn grinned into the webcam. Rachel was fidgeting with hers - it kept going from showing her face to her shoe and then her ceiling fan. He had learned never, ever, to touch his webcam once he got it originally set up a year ago. It showed most of his body, and he just knew if he touched it again she'd stare at his neck for the rest of the year.
"There!" Rachel declared, finally getting the camera where she wanted it to be. Finn grinned at her blatant ignoring of his comment. "I believe I gave you instructions, Finn." she replied, beaming back at him. He raised an eyebrow.
"Now?" he asked, looking around his room. She nodded again. He got up to close his door, pulling his shirt off on the way over. "You asked for it," he replied.
"Move the camera," she ordered, "I can't see you all the way." Finn sighed and did as she said, feeling a sense of breaking some very large rule. "Oh," she said, her voice having a faint arousal it didn't before, "you're really ready, aren't you?"
He smiled lazily at her again as she flushed pink. The heel of his hand abruptly ran across his boxers, and he grunted. "Take them off," she said, her voice reverent. He did as she said, letting them slide down his legs. He absentmindedly wondered how long it would take her to be too uncomfortable not to touch herself- he'd gotten there before she'd even taken anything off.
Finn's fingers danced across his tip for a second. His head fell back, eyes closing, as he enjoyed the sensations. He gripped his cock firmly, reaching for the lotion next to the computer. Squirting it onto his palms, he rubbed them together briefly and then began to move up and down. He could hear Rachel's soft noises but kept his eyes closed, picturing her body in that video. His thumb rubbed across the tip, spreading precum along.
He clenched and unclenched his fist around himself lightly, mimicking the movements of Rachel's walls. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, "we haven't been together in so long.." She moaned back a response, and he opened his eyes briefly to see her staring at him, her eyes wide and her hands on her elbows. "I miss you too.. every minute of every day I wish you were here.. especially at night.."
Rachel whimpered again and he was already fighting his orgasm. He couldn't help but picture her around him, her breasts bouncing as she rode him at his desk in the living room. Oh god, why didn't they try that while she was here?
His hips were thrusting erratically into the space Rachel should've occupied. His moans were matching hers now, despite her not touching herself. He couldn't help it - he began to lose control, black spots forming in his vision. "Rachel," he groaned, "Rachel, I'm cumming!" She urged him on, and he fought to open his eyes and look into hers.
It was the aroused look in her eyes that really did him in, and he thrust a few more times into the air before white liquid drenched his hands. He grabbed more tissues - yeah, he used a lot of tissues, okay? - and wiped up.
"Was that beeping sound on your end?" Finn asked, confused.
"Yes," she replied, still dazed, "I was ending my screen recording." He fought the urge to groan. Somehow, Rachel having a video of him masturbating didn't seem like as good of an idea as him having a video of her.
This, of course, coincided with the falling of his webcam. From then on, no matter how much effort Finn put in, he could not get his broken webcam to stand up and point anywhere other than at his lap.