Take Me To A Place Called Home: Part 7
Title: Take Me To A Place Called Home
Pairing: Peter/Patrick (FOB)
Chapter Rating: R
Warnings: Language
Summary: Patrick’s having these often thoughts of his life meaning nothing but entertainment for other people.
Disclaimer:I don’t own FOB or anything having to do with them (other than a couple tee-shirts and a track jacket…)
Previous Chapter:Can be found in theunderdogunit LJ
DedicationsTo the reviewers!! You guys rock!
Notes:Thanks for the reviews guys! So here you are, P. 7!
Take Me To A Place Called Home
Part 7
Patrick’s POV
My breathing came short and shallow as he took my mouth hostage yet again. Such a new feeling every time, but such a timeless classic of pressed bodies and tangled limbs, sweet kisses and harsh hips. He made it new and old at the same time. Everything I expect, and then some twists and turns that were all too new to me.
He took my bottom lip in his teeth and massaged with his tongue, all the while his hands finding places to squeeze or rub. I tilted my head back with a slightly noisy exhalation of air from my nose as his lips graced my neck with their amorous hunger.
“Would you…Speed it up…” I partly groaned and partly demanded.
I felt that devious smile against my skin as he spoke softly, “Chill Mr. Patient, they’re eating, you know that takes forever when Joe’s with them.”
It was true. Joe took extra long ordering, then extra long eating the extra food he bought…
It was dinner time, we were in Connecticut now, somewhere, at the moment I really didn’t care about anywhere but right here. Right here on the long, slightly firm, maroon cushioned couch/bed-like seat in the back of the bus.
I rolled my hips against him, tugging at his shirt, “Come oo-N,” I moaned roughly against his shoulder.
He sat up, leaning back on my hips, putting even more pressure on my already painful and sex deprived (for the past month anyway) crotch.
He gave me his all too famous smirk, “Well alright.”
I half smiled as he dragged his hands from my shoulders to the belt on my pants. It was about time that ass do what he does best, I’ve only been lying on my back here for what seems like forever.
He leaned forward while fiddling with the belt buckle, placing a small kiss on my nose. I felt his hands leave my waist area after unzipping the denim jeans that restricted me. His hands snaked under my shirt, all the while his eyes sending silent and erotic messages to mine. I had stopped breathing for a moment, realizing this as my lungs started to scream. I took a quick breath through my mouth and took the bottom of his red ‘Monster’ shirt and yanked it, up and over his head.
“Easy killer,” He half mumbled and half laughed.
“Don’t even give me that. You’ve made me wait far too long,” I grumbled, as our mouths met again.
As his tongue fought a winning battle with mine, I was busy blindly unlatching his own belt. I felt around for the damn zipper, getting an unexpected mouth full of moan. I smiled, forgetting how easy it was to get one out of him. Once the zipper was down my hand was shoved into the tight confines of his girly little jeans… Lucky bastard, must be nice being so friggin’ tiny.
“Mm—” He broke away from me, swiftly sitting up, but hunching over again from the movement of my hand.
“Shh-iit,” He managed, a smile clearly forming on my lips.
He moved his hips into mine and my hand, his head tipping back, and his mouth falling open. He was quite gorgeous when he was in the midst of sex. He rammed into me hard while my thoughts were taking me over, nearly triturating my hand. I retrieved it quickly, giving him a look, which he didn’t catch. I’m not even sure if he noticed my hand was absent. He was pretty much blind now by the want.
I pulled at him, making him lean down on me. He, obviously, taking advantage of this and locked our lips in a fairly sloppy exchange. I started wrenching at the second skin, also known as his pants. A spasmodic seize erupted from my hips, he was incredible. I watched him glance down at the friction being endured by our hips, his hands moving slowly from my sides to the waist of my jeans once again.
He pulled hard at it, lifting himself on his knees in order to rid me of them.
And let there be freedom.
I wiggled the rest of the way out of them as he discarded them to the floor. He was right to work getting his off; a muffled curse came from him as he struggled. That’s what you get for wearing girl jeans Panda. I helped him as much as I could, tugging on the pockets until he too broke loose from the rough material.
He leaned against me once again. The only thing left of me now being my black Taking Back Sunday tee, which was soon gone once Pete noticed as well.
The feel of it all barely has any good words to describe it. His heated length grinding with mine; his heaving chest brushing mine; his kiss-swollen lips to mine; his hands sealed with mine…Its all too hectic and sweet to describe a certain feeling.
If one word was appropriate though…It stands for the feeling of having all the necessities, all the parts to complete the puzzle, no emptiness or open spaces. The state of total and utter…Completion.
“Where is it…?” He asked with a heavy breath.
“In my bag,” I forced through a tight throat.
He made a sound, “Forget it, I’ll just—”
“No,” I cut him off, “Go get it…” My voice did one of those stupid crackly numbers.
“No, I’m too fucking horny, let me just—”
“No you’ll hurt yourself,” I argued.
“God damn Patrick!” He harshly whispered.
I froze and watched him. Its like when you drop something and instead of trying to catch it, you watch it fall instead…Yeah that was the case here. He had leaned up so fast that I barely even saw it happen, and the next thing I feel is him coming down on me…On me.
His entire body shook from the sudden tight muscles and pain he had just inflicted on himself. What a jackass! If he had just gone to my bag and gotten the necessary lubricant he would have been fine, like always. But no, he’s pulled this before. The ‘I’m too horny’ shit so I’ll just tear my insides open instead.
Watching his face twist in pain and his body shake almost canceled the entire pleasure of it all…Almost. He was always tight, every single time and it made my head spin. It would take a lot for me not to just start driving into, and out of, him…Every ounce of self-control I had. I gripped his hips instead, squeezing while my body ached for action.
“J-just go…Do it alr-ready…” He strained through a clamped jaw and tightly shut eyes.
I stared at him for a moment as my body jerked awake. I started on him slow, just the standard ‘get used to it’ type of motion, his body (as much pain as it was in) managed to follow my rhythm. He wasn’t only an incredible sex God, no, he was much more. He was beautiful, smart, hilarious, and the strongest guy I’d ever know, and so much more. But if I were in his situation, I’d be crying my eyes out and screaming.
I took hold of his impurity once again, moving my hand to the rhythm of our hips. I’d have to do everything to make this more pleasurable for him. I was all set however. The sensation of him was enough to kill, luckily it didn’t though. It was hard to enjoy, just thinking of what the hell I was ripping in him.
It took a while, but to my relief his facial features had slowly morphed into something along the lines of bliss. His amazing body rolling like a wave with each thrust. I let my head fall back, my eyes sliding shut as I let myself fall into the welcoming arms of the aphrodisiac angel.
Fleshy hot skin, slick with a forming thin sheet of sweat; moans synchronizing to sing the saccharine and lulling song of fornication, a song that was far too familiar, but impossible to memorize.
I glanced up at him after feeling the weight of his hands on my chest. His head was bowed, his body still moving like a slick and perfect wave. He spoke in a barely audible moan.
“I.. I’m close…”
I swallowed hard, nodding a nod he’d never see. I boosted my performance, thrusting in search of his spot. A sharp grunt and then a following moan let me know that I had indeed found the savory area. I sped the movement of my hand up as I continued to hit into him, heavy moans and the tight grips of his hands let me know I was doing something right.
I felt him tighten once again around me as he came. His body lurching forward, being caught by his buckled arms that had moved to either side of my head, hands balling into fists. He made a sharp gasping sound, a short sigh following. I released him from my grasp making a face at my now sticky hand as my hips still plowed into him, I was near. I saw him open his eyes slowly to watch me.
Brown with a heavy coat of sex induced glaze. He gave a tired smile as he proceeded to help me. I always took longer, didn’t know why. I shut my eyes, wincing from the quick spurts of total pleasure he gave. Just a few more rough drives and I was through, filling his sweet self. A final soft moan from the both of us marked the end.
His arms finally gave way, his body falling in what seemed like slow motion onto mine. I trailed my hands softly up his back, listening to his deep-lunged ragged breaths that graced my ear.
“I love…you,” He whispered with another heave of his chest.
I turned my head slightly, placing a kiss behind his ear, “I love you too,” I whispered back.
Nothing could possibly ruin this moment…This moment of feeling at home for the first time in a long time…
“Hey where the hell are you gu…UUUH!” The sound of Joe’s voice filled the small area of the back of the bus, “Oooh shit! I—Am so sorry!”
Nothing…Except that.
***THERE! Happy now?! You got you man sex now leave me alone! Lol jk ^^ Gosh that was sure interesting to write, hope to hell it didn’t suck o.o If it did…I just wasted a good hour and a half of my life lol! Okay well…You know the drill, I ♥ comments lol***
Pairing: Peter/Patrick (FOB)
Chapter Rating: R
Warnings: Language
Summary: Patrick’s having these often thoughts of his life meaning nothing but entertainment for other people.
Disclaimer:I don’t own FOB or anything having to do with them (other than a couple tee-shirts and a track jacket…)
Previous Chapter:Can be found in theunderdogunit LJ
DedicationsTo the reviewers!! You guys rock!
Notes:Thanks for the reviews guys! So here you are, P. 7!
Take Me To A Place Called Home
Part 7
My breathing came short and shallow as he took my mouth hostage yet again. Such a new feeling every time, but such a timeless classic of pressed bodies and tangled limbs, sweet kisses and harsh hips. He made it new and old at the same time. Everything I expect, and then some twists and turns that were all too new to me.
He took my bottom lip in his teeth and massaged with his tongue, all the while his hands finding places to squeeze or rub. I tilted my head back with a slightly noisy exhalation of air from my nose as his lips graced my neck with their amorous hunger.
“Would you…Speed it up…” I partly groaned and partly demanded.
I felt that devious smile against my skin as he spoke softly, “Chill Mr. Patient, they’re eating, you know that takes forever when Joe’s with them.”
It was true. Joe took extra long ordering, then extra long eating the extra food he bought…
It was dinner time, we were in Connecticut now, somewhere, at the moment I really didn’t care about anywhere but right here. Right here on the long, slightly firm, maroon cushioned couch/bed-like seat in the back of the bus.
I rolled my hips against him, tugging at his shirt, “Come oo-N,” I moaned roughly against his shoulder.
He sat up, leaning back on my hips, putting even more pressure on my already painful and sex deprived (for the past month anyway) crotch.
He gave me his all too famous smirk, “Well alright.”
I half smiled as he dragged his hands from my shoulders to the belt on my pants. It was about time that ass do what he does best, I’ve only been lying on my back here for what seems like forever.
He leaned forward while fiddling with the belt buckle, placing a small kiss on my nose. I felt his hands leave my waist area after unzipping the denim jeans that restricted me. His hands snaked under my shirt, all the while his eyes sending silent and erotic messages to mine. I had stopped breathing for a moment, realizing this as my lungs started to scream. I took a quick breath through my mouth and took the bottom of his red ‘Monster’ shirt and yanked it, up and over his head.
“Easy killer,” He half mumbled and half laughed.
“Don’t even give me that. You’ve made me wait far too long,” I grumbled, as our mouths met again.
As his tongue fought a winning battle with mine, I was busy blindly unlatching his own belt. I felt around for the damn zipper, getting an unexpected mouth full of moan. I smiled, forgetting how easy it was to get one out of him. Once the zipper was down my hand was shoved into the tight confines of his girly little jeans… Lucky bastard, must be nice being so friggin’ tiny.
“Mm—” He broke away from me, swiftly sitting up, but hunching over again from the movement of my hand.
“Shh-iit,” He managed, a smile clearly forming on my lips.
He moved his hips into mine and my hand, his head tipping back, and his mouth falling open. He was quite gorgeous when he was in the midst of sex. He rammed into me hard while my thoughts were taking me over, nearly triturating my hand. I retrieved it quickly, giving him a look, which he didn’t catch. I’m not even sure if he noticed my hand was absent. He was pretty much blind now by the want.
I pulled at him, making him lean down on me. He, obviously, taking advantage of this and locked our lips in a fairly sloppy exchange. I started wrenching at the second skin, also known as his pants. A spasmodic seize erupted from my hips, he was incredible. I watched him glance down at the friction being endured by our hips, his hands moving slowly from my sides to the waist of my jeans once again.
He pulled hard at it, lifting himself on his knees in order to rid me of them.
And let there be freedom.
I wiggled the rest of the way out of them as he discarded them to the floor. He was right to work getting his off; a muffled curse came from him as he struggled. That’s what you get for wearing girl jeans Panda. I helped him as much as I could, tugging on the pockets until he too broke loose from the rough material.
He leaned against me once again. The only thing left of me now being my black Taking Back Sunday tee, which was soon gone once Pete noticed as well.
The feel of it all barely has any good words to describe it. His heated length grinding with mine; his heaving chest brushing mine; his kiss-swollen lips to mine; his hands sealed with mine…Its all too hectic and sweet to describe a certain feeling.
If one word was appropriate though…It stands for the feeling of having all the necessities, all the parts to complete the puzzle, no emptiness or open spaces. The state of total and utter…Completion.
“Where is it…?” He asked with a heavy breath.
“In my bag,” I forced through a tight throat.
He made a sound, “Forget it, I’ll just—”
“No,” I cut him off, “Go get it…” My voice did one of those stupid crackly numbers.
“No, I’m too fucking horny, let me just—”
“No you’ll hurt yourself,” I argued.
“God damn Patrick!” He harshly whispered.
I froze and watched him. Its like when you drop something and instead of trying to catch it, you watch it fall instead…Yeah that was the case here. He had leaned up so fast that I barely even saw it happen, and the next thing I feel is him coming down on me…On me.
His entire body shook from the sudden tight muscles and pain he had just inflicted on himself. What a jackass! If he had just gone to my bag and gotten the necessary lubricant he would have been fine, like always. But no, he’s pulled this before. The ‘I’m too horny’ shit so I’ll just tear my insides open instead.
Watching his face twist in pain and his body shake almost canceled the entire pleasure of it all…Almost. He was always tight, every single time and it made my head spin. It would take a lot for me not to just start driving into, and out of, him…Every ounce of self-control I had. I gripped his hips instead, squeezing while my body ached for action.
“J-just go…Do it alr-ready…” He strained through a clamped jaw and tightly shut eyes.
I stared at him for a moment as my body jerked awake. I started on him slow, just the standard ‘get used to it’ type of motion, his body (as much pain as it was in) managed to follow my rhythm. He wasn’t only an incredible sex God, no, he was much more. He was beautiful, smart, hilarious, and the strongest guy I’d ever know, and so much more. But if I were in his situation, I’d be crying my eyes out and screaming.
I took hold of his impurity once again, moving my hand to the rhythm of our hips. I’d have to do everything to make this more pleasurable for him. I was all set however. The sensation of him was enough to kill, luckily it didn’t though. It was hard to enjoy, just thinking of what the hell I was ripping in him.
It took a while, but to my relief his facial features had slowly morphed into something along the lines of bliss. His amazing body rolling like a wave with each thrust. I let my head fall back, my eyes sliding shut as I let myself fall into the welcoming arms of the aphrodisiac angel.
Fleshy hot skin, slick with a forming thin sheet of sweat; moans synchronizing to sing the saccharine and lulling song of fornication, a song that was far too familiar, but impossible to memorize.
I glanced up at him after feeling the weight of his hands on my chest. His head was bowed, his body still moving like a slick and perfect wave. He spoke in a barely audible moan.
“I.. I’m close…”
I swallowed hard, nodding a nod he’d never see. I boosted my performance, thrusting in search of his spot. A sharp grunt and then a following moan let me know that I had indeed found the savory area. I sped the movement of my hand up as I continued to hit into him, heavy moans and the tight grips of his hands let me know I was doing something right.
I felt him tighten once again around me as he came. His body lurching forward, being caught by his buckled arms that had moved to either side of my head, hands balling into fists. He made a sharp gasping sound, a short sigh following. I released him from my grasp making a face at my now sticky hand as my hips still plowed into him, I was near. I saw him open his eyes slowly to watch me.
Brown with a heavy coat of sex induced glaze. He gave a tired smile as he proceeded to help me. I always took longer, didn’t know why. I shut my eyes, wincing from the quick spurts of total pleasure he gave. Just a few more rough drives and I was through, filling his sweet self. A final soft moan from the both of us marked the end.
His arms finally gave way, his body falling in what seemed like slow motion onto mine. I trailed my hands softly up his back, listening to his deep-lunged ragged breaths that graced my ear.
“I love…you,” He whispered with another heave of his chest.
I turned my head slightly, placing a kiss behind his ear, “I love you too,” I whispered back.
Nothing could possibly ruin this moment…This moment of feeling at home for the first time in a long time…
“Hey where the hell are you gu…UUUH!” The sound of Joe’s voice filled the small area of the back of the bus, “Oooh shit! I—Am so sorry!”
Nothing…Except that.