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It had been about a month since Cups had gone to recover from her personality split and work on herself, and Chatterbox was somehow still holding it together quite well, all things considered. The clowns were making good progress at becoming a more smooth running gang and the money was finally starting to flow in with much less effort on their end. Chatterbox felt safe to say that they were finally in a good place after “ the incident ” as they’ve all started calling it, and Clowncil and the NCO was on the rise. As much as he would never admit it to any of the other clowns except for maybe Sooty, Kirk, and Twinkles, being King again had honestly been really good for him. It was an excellent distraction from how much he missed his queen and it motivated him to get the clowns in the best place he could before she came back.
He had just finished hitting the cash exchange with Mr. Ratchet, Ember, Kirk, and Twinkles, successfully getting out of a chase that had lasted for about an hour and a half. The adrenaline was still coursing through his body when he was dropped off at the funhouse, still laughing with the others at the usual antics they were able to pull to get away and Ratchet’s god tier driving.
“Have fun all by yourself, motherfucker!” Mr. Ratchet yelled out the window as he sped back down the dirt driveway of the Funhouse to head up to Paleto. Finally alone, he let out a long breath, happy that he could spend the rest of the night without anyone bothering him. There was an unspoken rule now with the clowns that they were not allowed to try and contact him after he does a big job like the cash exchange or any other heist, honestly because it usually meant he was in jail and can’t answer his phone anyways but for other reasons as well...
Walking up the porch and stepping through the front door, he pulls off his bandana and sunglasses and places them on a little table he had by the front door. Rubbing his hands over his now naked face, he walks through the Funhouse to make sure no other clowns were trying to crash there for the night and to make sure he didn’t have any peeps lurking in the fireplace, good, no Mumbles tonight , he thought as he finally headed upstairs to take a shower. Turning on the hot water, Chatterbox stripped down before stepping under the stream, sighing as he could finally feel the weight of the day slip off his shoulders. He took a long shower, the bathroom filling up with steam as he his mind wandered; he thought about Ray, and how it seemed like she was doing better these days, and was hopefully planning on coming home soon. She has started calling randomly, and that made Chatterbox very happy to hear her voice again and hear about the progress she was making. She would usually call in the middle of the day, so after he had caught up with her, he would put the phone on speaker so she could talk to the rest of the clowns as well if they were around. As he thought more about Cups and reminisced on their relationship together, his mind started to slip to those moments when it was just the two of them together after everyone else had left.
Finally turning off the water and stepping out of the shower, he dried himself off before walking back to his room, holding his towel in front of him because he didn’t feel like getting dressed again. Locking his bedroom door behind him, he finally lets out a sigh at the confirmation that he finally had some time to himself, a true rarity for Chatterbox. The shower had unfortunately done nothing to cool the adrenaline coursing through him as he paced around his room, unsure of what to do with himself and the amount of energy he had. His mind kept drifting back to Ray, and all the time they had spent together in this room. He decided to finally give in, letting his thoughts about Cups run wild as he laid down in bed, running his hand slowly down his abdomen as memories of them together flash before his eyes.
“Fuck, Chatty, you feel so good, aah” Cups moans out in his memory, and he could feel blood rushing south as his head got that familiar hazy feeling he always has when he was with her. His hand continued its path downwards, stopping just under his belly button as his mind played out another scene,
She was sitting on his hips, grinding down on him slowly and savouring the feeling of their bodies intertwined. Ray was taking her sweet time with him tonight because she wanted to torment him, staying still while squeezing around him till he was practically begging her to move. Chatterbox, reaching his limit, grabbed hold of her braids and pulled hard with one of his hands, the other pushing himself up into a sitting position before coming to rest on her exposed throat.
“So that’s how you wanna yuckin’ play, huh?” he asks, his voice dripping with desire for her as he leans down to bite at her neck.
Chatterbox finally caved to his needs, hissing slightly as his calloused fingers brushed against the sensitive skin. His eyes rolled back into his head as he slowly moved his hand, wishing his queen was with him. The mixture of slight pain from his rough hands and the pleasure from the friction on his skin lit his whole body on fire as a quiet moan slipped from his lips. Before Ray, he almost never did this, electing to just take a cold shower instead and move on with his day but after being with her, he found his mind wandered back to her frequently, causing him to need to make full use of the alone time he got in the funhouse occasionally. He ran his thumb over his flushed head, spreading the slick substance that had collected there down his length, gasping at the new sensation that it gave. He could feel the tension building up in his lower stomach as his other hand came up to rest at his throat, toying with his necklace that held Ray’s engagement ring. The feeling of his own hand paled in comparison to Ray, the memory of her soft skin danced around in his mind as his eyes fluttered closed. He continued to work himself up until he couldn’t keep his moans contained as he got closer and closer to the edge. He raked his fingers through his still damp hair, pulling at it and causing himself to squirm at the pain. Just as he was reaching his climax, he was startled by the sound of his phone ringing, causing him to stop what he was doing and push himself up into a sitting position. Once his heart stopped pounding somewhat he grabbed his phone to check the caller ID and his heart leapt again once he saw Ray was calling. He answered the phone quickly before it timed out, still breathless from being so close to the edge and shocked away from it.
“Ray? Hi!” he panted.
“Chatty! Hi! Are you okay? You sound out of breath,” her sweet voice was laced with concern. Chatterbox laid back on the bed again, more focused on the sound of Ray’s voice then he was on anything else. He felt himself blushing, embarrassed to have been “caught” in the middle of what he was doing.
“I–uh, you caught me at an interesting time here, Cups,” he confessed.
“Oh? What are you guys up to? More bullyuck I’m guessing,” she was so blissfully unaware of what she interrupted it almost made Chatterbox laugh. He ran his hand through his hair again absentmindedly, causing himself to twitch and let out a small gasp. Ray was quiet for a moment before she spoke again, her voice much lower, “Oh, that kind of interesting, huh?” Chatterbox hummed in response, his hand drifting south again to wrap around his length.
“I’ve missed you so much, Cups,” he said quietly, his voice dropping in tone. He can hear rustling on the other end of the phone, the sound of blinds being drawn and fabric hitting the floor.
“I’ve missed you too Chatty,” her voice had also dropped to show her desire as Chatterbox heard the covers for a bed get pulled back. “Where are you right now?” she asks.
“The funhouse, I was dropped off here after we finished doing the cash exchange.”
“And you needed a way to calm down, I see,” Ray guessed his circumstances perfectly. Now that her split was almost fully healed and she was back to ‘normal’, she was just as attentive to him and he was to her. He wasn’t the only one who was able to memorise every little detail of the other person and what makes them tick. Chatterbox always struggled with coming down from an adrenaline high, usually continuing to do clownyuck until he crashed and slept for at least 15 hours. When he started dating Ray, the couple would often drive to whichever house they knew was empty (or other hidden spots ;) ) to help each other come down from that high. “How’s that going for you, my king?” Ray asked, her voice dripping with suggestion and breaking him out of his train of thought. His hand was still lazily stroking himself, as he hummed in response to her question.
“Much better when you’re here, baby ,” he moaned as he quickened the pace of his hand slightly. He could hear Ray’s breathing deepen as he hoped that she was touching herself on the other side of the phone as well. “Are you— fuck ,” he cuts himself off with a moan as he imagined Ray on the other side of the phone, her naked body splayed out as her hand slips between her thighs.
“I’m right here,” she whispers as she lets out a small gasp. “Keep going, you sound so hot right now Chatty.” He did as he was told, returning to the same level of pressure and speed he was using before she called. Now that he knew she was listening, everything he did had a renewed intensity to it and he felt like he was going to burn up from the fire she lit within him. Every other time he had gotten off while she was a way palled in comparison to right now. He moaned out her name as his hips bucked up into his hand, him writhing on the bed trying to get more friction, his struggle transmitting through the phone.
“Put me on speaker phone baby, I wanna send you something.”
Chatty felt himself twitch in his hand at the prospect of getting to see her while his other hand fumbled with his phone to do as he was told. Just as he successfully switched his phone to speaker a notification from Ray came in, causing his heart to flutter. The photo she sent was a sensual shot of her laying down on a bed, her dark chocolate hair splayed out on the pillow as she smiled for the camera and was cheekily pinching one of her nipples. “Like what you see?” Ray asked, giggling at the silence that had fallen over the line.
Chatterbox let out a whimpering moan as he came, the photo of Ray’s gorgeous body sending him over the edge. He saw stars as he coated his hand in his release, coming harder than he had since Ray left, her presence–even just through the phone–enough to cause pleasure to wash over him in waves. “Good boy, come for me, you deserve it baby,” Ray’s voice sounds through the phone, drawing out another whimper from his throat as he came down from his high, blinking up at the ceiling.
“Do I get a pic back?” Ray asked and Chatterbox can hear the shit-eating grin that’s on her face right now, she really would be the death of me , he thought, two can play at that game though . He opened the camera on his phone and snapped a pic of the mess he had just made, sending it to her before he reluctantly got out of bed to grab a tissue to clean himself off. As he walked over he put his phone back up to his ear and was treated to the sound of Ray’s gasp as she received the photo he took. He could hear Ray’s movements pick up through the phone as she was letting out a near constant string of whines and moans, desperately trying to get herself off. It wasn’t long before she moaned out his name, her pitch raised to indicate her own orgasm crashing over her. Chatterbox could feel his own hardness start to twitch in interest at the sound of her causing him to hiss at the overstimulation.
“You sound incredible, Ray”
After a moment when Ray came down from her high she softly responded,
“I love you Chatty.”
“I love you too Ray, I miss you.” He fiddled with her ring around his neck once more.
“I miss you too, I’ll be home soon, don’t worry.”
“I’m counting down the days, my queen.”
Although separated by thousands of miles, the couple both fell asleep that night with sweet smiles on their faces, the distance not feeling so wide anymore.