Title: Peter Tight Pants
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: Whatever cursing/mention of nudity is..
Summary: I hope you all find this as funny as I did.
Notes: Um this was like a quick 20 minute thing. It came from a conversation between a friend and I. It's totaly meant to make you smile. If it doesn't... read the cut link.
“Goddamn Patrick. You’re making horny.”
“Look who’s talking asshole.”
Patrick pulled off Pete’s sunglasses and tossed them onto the table.
Groping and kissing had been their two biggest pass-times when they
were either at home or when they were in the van heading to a show.
Lucky for them, they were at home for this.
Pete tugged on Patrick’s pants, not too hard, but enough so they just
fell right down to his ankles. That was the easy part. Pete tried to
kiss Patrick after he stepped out of them but his hands just worked on
trying to get him out of those damn teddy bear boxers. They were
holding hearts and it was so DAMN cute!
Patrick put a hand up to signal Pete they had to stop, “Gotta get you… undressed.”
He quickly left the room and returned with a crowbar. He kissed Pete’s
cheek before gently unbuttoning his pants and slowly putting the
crowbar in.
“Jesus Patrick! Watch where you put that thing!”
“Chill out. It’s not like I’m going to cut it off. You’re hung like a feces (a baby mouse).”
Pete huffed and tugged on Patrick’s shirt. Patrick smacked his hand
away. “C’mon don’t you think all our slashy fans would find this idea
little too wicked if we made it public?”
“What that it takes a damn crowbar to take your pants off? We wouldn’t
have this problem every time we wanted to boink if you wore a bigger
size!”
“I’m sorry I’m so SMALL!”
“SO.. AM.. I!” Patrick grunted as he worked on prying the pants off. He
threw the crowbar aside when the pants refused to fall, “This is so not
worth it.”
“You are not bailing out on me are you?”
“I was in the mood but it’s not worth having to pry your damn pants off to get any.”
“But-“
“Screw the ice cream, it might get you out of your damn pants. I’m going to bed.”
“You know when I get out of these things… I’m gonna rape you.”
Patrick waved at him, “Pfft! You can’t rape the willing.” He turned and
headed to the bedroom, picking his pants up along the way. “Goodnight
Peter Tight Pants.”
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: Whatever cursing/mention of nudity is..
Summary: I hope you all find this as funny as I did.
Notes: Um this was like a quick 20 minute thing. It came from a conversation between a friend and I. It's totaly meant to make you smile. If it doesn't... read the cut link.
“Goddamn Patrick. You’re making horny.”
“Look who’s talking asshole.”
Patrick pulled off Pete’s sunglasses and tossed them onto the table.
Groping and kissing had been their two biggest pass-times when they
were either at home or when they were in the van heading to a show.
Lucky for them, they were at home for this.
Pete tugged on Patrick’s pants, not too hard, but enough so they just
fell right down to his ankles. That was the easy part. Pete tried to
kiss Patrick after he stepped out of them but his hands just worked on
trying to get him out of those damn teddy bear boxers. They were
holding hearts and it was so DAMN cute!
Patrick put a hand up to signal Pete they had to stop, “Gotta get you… undressed.”
He quickly left the room and returned with a crowbar. He kissed Pete’s
cheek before gently unbuttoning his pants and slowly putting the
crowbar in.
“Jesus Patrick! Watch where you put that thing!”
“Chill out. It’s not like I’m going to cut it off. You’re hung like a feces (a baby mouse).”
Pete huffed and tugged on Patrick’s shirt. Patrick smacked his hand
away. “C’mon don’t you think all our slashy fans would find this idea
little too wicked if we made it public?”
“What that it takes a damn crowbar to take your pants off? We wouldn’t
have this problem every time we wanted to boink if you wore a bigger
size!”
“I’m sorry I’m so SMALL!”
“SO.. AM.. I!” Patrick grunted as he worked on prying the pants off. He
threw the crowbar aside when the pants refused to fall, “This is so not
worth it.”
“You are not bailing out on me are you?”
“I was in the mood but it’s not worth having to pry your damn pants off to get any.”
“But-“
“Screw the ice cream, it might get you out of your damn pants. I’m going to bed.”
“You know when I get out of these things… I’m gonna rape you.”
Patrick waved at him, “Pfft! You can’t rape the willing.” He turned and
headed to the bedroom, picking his pants up along the way. “Goodnight
Peter Tight Pants.”