Dead End Love - Chapter Eight
Title: Dead End Love - Chapter Eight
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: Freshly squeezed Lemons (R)
Summary: The hardest part is trying to conquer the inner demons. (Post!Logos.)
Notes: This is long overdue. I hope this makes you all happy... for now.
Notes #2: Petrick still claims her spot as First commenter...
simplykay for being my beta in the absence of Petrick... *blows kisses to her*
Dedications: To Petrick, my
glorious beta. To Brandie, my favorite PxP writer right now. To Jubey,
who currently has just gone through surgery (<3 you tons Sugah!) And
to all you faithful readers, commenters and lurkers! I <3 you guys!
=D
Drama Status: Back to serious still dammit.
My breath hitched as my body fell onto the bed. He managed to remove
both shirts in one tug. I never noticed my pants were missing until our
bare skin was touching. His hands were on my slim hips – at first.
Those hands were so soft and pale, you wouldn’t expect them to feel so
delicate by looking at them. But the way they just… touched my skin…
I couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t kissing me. He was kissing
everything except my lips. He really liked to nip at my ear lobes. He
tugged and when he got that ragged breath out of me, I could
potentially see him grinning into my skin. The kisses to my collarbone
made my head spin.
Then I felt the hands slide over my skin touching everything and yet
nothing, like it was air with a lingering pressure. He tried to coax
words out of me but all I could do was make noises in the back of my
throat. So far back that the only actual letters you might have been
able to hear were “nygghhh.”
Hands slid back down my sides to my waist the pressure of his fingers
digging in, and felt his mouth against mine. Demanding, and soft. I
automatically returned it, the kiss becoming rather fast paced and
sloppy. I felt my lip rip, blood in my mouth and his tongue pushing
inside.
I couldn’t help but grab his hair and force us to lock lips till we
couldn’t breathe at all. It was just such a rush. I couldn’t think
straight. I wanted… no needed him to…
And just like that, everything stopped. There was no pressure of his
body against mine. The taste of him was still on my lips. I couldn’t
figure it out. Why did he stop?
My hips jerked in need. But I had no friction to go on. I almost wanted
to cry because I was being driven mad by need. I tried to move sit up,
but my body didn’t want to. It felt like it couldn’t move without him
touching me. I heard a whisper come from near my ear, “You want me to,
don’t you?”
I tilted my head back a little, trying to see if he was just behind me
or not. But I felt another kiss on my neck and I moaned. My eyes slid
shut as the feeling of his lips washed over my skin. I felt the touch
of his hair trailing like a ghost from my neck up to my cheek as his
breath frosted against my lips.
I half opened my eyes, only to find his staring back at mine. My lips
parted as I tried to say please, but nothing came out. And I heard him
whisper again - I think he whispered as a hand trailed down to my waist
again. My hips jerked and my body turned. It was almost like it never
happened until I found myself atop of him. My hands searched his skin
before I found his hips. I leaned down to kiss him. When he did it
electrified me as his tongue slipped back in.
I felt the slide and rock sensation as his body arched up to grind
against me. My body only needed the cue before it began to act on its
own. The friction caused my body to jolt in sensation. And when his
lips pried themselves away from mine he told me to go ahead.
My hips lifted on his command. They steadied and slowly dropped down. I
felt his hands tighten on my waist, the nails digging in as my forehead
met his shoulder. It was… un-fucking-believeable. Utterly indescribable
as a rhythm picked up. The sensation crawled around my skin as I
arched. The kisses he placed began to make me loose sight.
I thought I’d die before I’d find release. I was completely wrong. My
vision increased to black and then pure white. The last of my moans
escaped from me and into his mouth before he pulled away. When both our
bodies rode out the shudders, I felt so worn out. I didn’t care if he
rolled us around so I was on the bottom and he was on top.
My mind changed when I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. I yelped and
jerked backward, pushing myself down further into the bed only made the
pain worse. The room was too dark to tell what was happening. I only
felt coldness spreading through my veins. I haven’t experienced that in
a long time. This coldness was unnatural though. I couldn’t see my own
skin paling in the dim light. I felt warm hands brush over my skin
before I did lapse into unconsciousness.
”I love the cold.”
I jerked awake to the feel of an elbow planted directly into my side.
The sharp sting made me wheeze for a few minutes. I lifted an eye to
see Patrick staring up at me. The look he gave me was unnerving because
he seemed upset, like he was scolding me.
“Get a cold shower, Wentz.”
“m sorry.”
I mumbled. Plain and simple. I’m never fully coherent when I first wake
up. And that’s usually the first phrase I’d say no matter if someone
was telling me the apartment was on fire or not.
I heard him grumble and felt his weight shift and then I realized what
was going on. I had the worst hard on I’ve ever woken up with and
Patrick must have felt it digging into him. I…am so embarrassed and
probably more so if I said anything in my sleep.
I slid toward the edge of the bed. but I had a hard time feeling my
legs. Patrick cut off circulation to them again, which would probably
result in the pins and needles motion. I hated that numbness just
because by the time the feeling was out of my system, I would already
be on the floor.
When I could move, I trudged really awkwardly to bathroom. Mostly
because the BBS was in effect and it can get very painful if I just
leave it like that. I reached the door and had a towel thrown at me
from behind.
“Don’t take too long, Andy’ll be here in ten minutes.”
I mumbled again and went back to trudging in to take a shower.
“No one can understand you when you mumble.”
“Yeah. Yeah.”
I closed the door behind me and stripped down. I draped the towel over
the sink before I stepped into the shower. I jerked on knob to get the
flow of water started. We’d need a new knob soon, mostly because I
think I’m the one jerking on it so hard it breaks.
I let out a happy tired sigh when the water turned hot, the steam
filling up the room as I let the water beat against my chest, then my
back. Hot water is a precious commodity to me in the midmorning of…what
was today?
Oh, it didn’t matter. This was relaxing. Maybe I’d go back to napping
after this. I didn’t need a cold shower to snap me out of my latest
dream. That felt so fucking real, I wish Patrick HAD done that to me.
I groaned as I leaned against the wall and slid down slowly, my eyes
glazing a bit as they closed. It was like my body went on automatic
pilot. The aftermath of having dreams and having to get off in the
bathroom sucked but at the time it happens it makes perfectly good
sense.
I sighed at the feel as my hips jerk. There wasn’t pain anymore, and
for the first time in three weeks it feels so fucking good. I
temporarily forget I’m alone and the world is just shut out. My hands
traced where I picture Patrick’s mouth is and where it’s going. –
Imagining how good it feels
My brain travels back to other fantasies and I just… I just picture
it’s just the two of us in the bathroom. Sharing the shower. It’s wet,
and slippery and fucking erotic as all damn hell. Our mouths mesh
together, sloppy and passionate kisses dominating my brain. And when we
pull back our mouths are bruised by sheer force we put into the kisses.
Our hips sliding and rocking to the dim sound of the water running. The
way he kisses down to my navel, teasing the hell out of me before
sensations run amuck. My hands bury and tug on his hair and his hands
hold my hips steady as he teases me into frenzy.
And when I finally come seeding my damn hand, I sigh contentedly before
I sigh again in disappointment. The water’s now cold, and I’m still
unclean. Best damn fantasy besides my latest dream and it just can’t
come true. Damn it, now I’m awake.
I push myself up slowly, the tingling sensations still on my skin and
my legs feel a bit wobbly. But I suck it up and force myself to shower
fast with the cold water.
I shut the water off and shook my head fast, forcing the little bit of
water from my hair to spray the walls. I stepped out and hurried to dry
up. I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed out of the bathroom.
I found Patrick already dressed and Andy twirling his keys in an
agitated manner.
“Did you forget that it’s Tuesday?”
Tuesday? TEH Tuesday? Well, shit….
Tuesday came around slower than all of us wanted it to since Thursday –
our last get together. It was worse than sitting and staring at my
clock tick all weekend. I guess we were really looking forward to
Patrick getting those staples taken out. Me most of all. It just meant
that we’d be seeing him back on his feet. It’s not to say I didn’t
enjoy playing the servant to him, because on some enjoyable level I
really did. He’d need me less after this. Which was a drawback, and I
admit that, because I did want things to kind of stay as they were.
I’m being selfish, I know. But I can’t help it. There were serious
perks that came with all the needing: Sharing a bed, sponge baths, and
quality time… All the good shit without it being so weird between us.
I slept better when I was with him. I can’t explain it. It’s like a
comfort… or he’s like my sleeping drug. It leaves me feeling refresh
and warm all over. I don’t know how he manages to get me to nap when I
don’t feel tired at all. And it has my curiosity hanging by
threads, but he won’t tell me.
“Hurry up and get dressed.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
I headed to my own room and heard him tell me to quit thinking too.
Well what does he want me to do, go back to auto pilot? That might be a
bad idea…
Chapter Seven
Chapter Six
Chapter Five
Chapter Four
Chapter Three
Chapter Two
Chapter One
Pairing: Pete/Patrick
Rating: Freshly squeezed Lemons (R)
Summary: The hardest part is trying to conquer the inner demons. (Post!Logos.)
Notes: This is long overdue. I hope this makes you all happy... for now.
Notes #2: Petrick still claims her spot as First commenter...
simplykay for being my beta in the absence of Petrick... *blows kisses to her*Dedications: To Petrick, my
glorious beta. To Brandie, my favorite PxP writer right now. To Jubey,
who currently has just gone through surgery (<3 you tons Sugah!) And
to all you faithful readers, commenters and lurkers! I <3 you guys!
=D
Drama Status: Back to serious still dammit.
My breath hitched as my body fell onto the bed. He managed to remove
both shirts in one tug. I never noticed my pants were missing until our
bare skin was touching. His hands were on my slim hips – at first.
Those hands were so soft and pale, you wouldn’t expect them to feel so
delicate by looking at them. But the way they just… touched my skin…
I couldn’t figure out why he wasn’t kissing me. He was kissing
everything except my lips. He really liked to nip at my ear lobes. He
tugged and when he got that ragged breath out of me, I could
potentially see him grinning into my skin. The kisses to my collarbone
made my head spin.
Then I felt the hands slide over my skin touching everything and yet
nothing, like it was air with a lingering pressure. He tried to coax
words out of me but all I could do was make noises in the back of my
throat. So far back that the only actual letters you might have been
able to hear were “nygghhh.”
Hands slid back down my sides to my waist the pressure of his fingers
digging in, and felt his mouth against mine. Demanding, and soft. I
automatically returned it, the kiss becoming rather fast paced and
sloppy. I felt my lip rip, blood in my mouth and his tongue pushing
inside.
I couldn’t help but grab his hair and force us to lock lips till we
couldn’t breathe at all. It was just such a rush. I couldn’t think
straight. I wanted… no needed him to…
And just like that, everything stopped. There was no pressure of his
body against mine. The taste of him was still on my lips. I couldn’t
figure it out. Why did he stop?
My hips jerked in need. But I had no friction to go on. I almost wanted
to cry because I was being driven mad by need. I tried to move sit up,
but my body didn’t want to. It felt like it couldn’t move without him
touching me. I heard a whisper come from near my ear, “You want me to,
don’t you?”
I tilted my head back a little, trying to see if he was just behind me
or not. But I felt another kiss on my neck and I moaned. My eyes slid
shut as the feeling of his lips washed over my skin. I felt the touch
of his hair trailing like a ghost from my neck up to my cheek as his
breath frosted against my lips.
I half opened my eyes, only to find his staring back at mine. My lips
parted as I tried to say please, but nothing came out. And I heard him
whisper again - I think he whispered as a hand trailed down to my waist
again. My hips jerked and my body turned. It was almost like it never
happened until I found myself atop of him. My hands searched his skin
before I found his hips. I leaned down to kiss him. When he did it
electrified me as his tongue slipped back in.
I felt the slide and rock sensation as his body arched up to grind
against me. My body only needed the cue before it began to act on its
own. The friction caused my body to jolt in sensation. And when his
lips pried themselves away from mine he told me to go ahead.
My hips lifted on his command. They steadied and slowly dropped down. I
felt his hands tighten on my waist, the nails digging in as my forehead
met his shoulder. It was… un-fucking-believeable. Utterly indescribable
as a rhythm picked up. The sensation crawled around my skin as I
arched. The kisses he placed began to make me loose sight.
I thought I’d die before I’d find release. I was completely wrong. My
vision increased to black and then pure white. The last of my moans
escaped from me and into his mouth before he pulled away. When both our
bodies rode out the shudders, I felt so worn out. I didn’t care if he
rolled us around so I was on the bottom and he was on top.
My mind changed when I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. I yelped and
jerked backward, pushing myself down further into the bed only made the
pain worse. The room was too dark to tell what was happening. I only
felt coldness spreading through my veins. I haven’t experienced that in
a long time. This coldness was unnatural though. I couldn’t see my own
skin paling in the dim light. I felt warm hands brush over my skin
before I did lapse into unconsciousness.
”I love the cold.”
I jerked awake to the feel of an elbow planted directly into my side.
The sharp sting made me wheeze for a few minutes. I lifted an eye to
see Patrick staring up at me. The look he gave me was unnerving because
he seemed upset, like he was scolding me.
“Get a cold shower, Wentz.”
“m sorry.”
I mumbled. Plain and simple. I’m never fully coherent when I first wake
up. And that’s usually the first phrase I’d say no matter if someone
was telling me the apartment was on fire or not.
I heard him grumble and felt his weight shift and then I realized what
was going on. I had the worst hard on I’ve ever woken up with and
Patrick must have felt it digging into him. I…am so embarrassed and
probably more so if I said anything in my sleep.
I slid toward the edge of the bed. but I had a hard time feeling my
legs. Patrick cut off circulation to them again, which would probably
result in the pins and needles motion. I hated that numbness just
because by the time the feeling was out of my system, I would already
be on the floor.
When I could move, I trudged really awkwardly to bathroom. Mostly
because the BBS was in effect and it can get very painful if I just
leave it like that. I reached the door and had a towel thrown at me
from behind.
“Don’t take too long, Andy’ll be here in ten minutes.”
I mumbled again and went back to trudging in to take a shower.
“No one can understand you when you mumble.”
“Yeah. Yeah.”
I closed the door behind me and stripped down. I draped the towel over
the sink before I stepped into the shower. I jerked on knob to get the
flow of water started. We’d need a new knob soon, mostly because I
think I’m the one jerking on it so hard it breaks.
I let out a happy tired sigh when the water turned hot, the steam
filling up the room as I let the water beat against my chest, then my
back. Hot water is a precious commodity to me in the midmorning of…what
was today?
Oh, it didn’t matter. This was relaxing. Maybe I’d go back to napping
after this. I didn’t need a cold shower to snap me out of my latest
dream. That felt so fucking real, I wish Patrick HAD done that to me.
I groaned as I leaned against the wall and slid down slowly, my eyes
glazing a bit as they closed. It was like my body went on automatic
pilot. The aftermath of having dreams and having to get off in the
bathroom sucked but at the time it happens it makes perfectly good
sense.
I sighed at the feel as my hips jerk. There wasn’t pain anymore, and
for the first time in three weeks it feels so fucking good. I
temporarily forget I’m alone and the world is just shut out. My hands
traced where I picture Patrick’s mouth is and where it’s going. –
Imagining how good it feels
My brain travels back to other fantasies and I just… I just picture
it’s just the two of us in the bathroom. Sharing the shower. It’s wet,
and slippery and fucking erotic as all damn hell. Our mouths mesh
together, sloppy and passionate kisses dominating my brain. And when we
pull back our mouths are bruised by sheer force we put into the kisses.
Our hips sliding and rocking to the dim sound of the water running. The
way he kisses down to my navel, teasing the hell out of me before
sensations run amuck. My hands bury and tug on his hair and his hands
hold my hips steady as he teases me into frenzy.
And when I finally come seeding my damn hand, I sigh contentedly before
I sigh again in disappointment. The water’s now cold, and I’m still
unclean. Best damn fantasy besides my latest dream and it just can’t
come true. Damn it, now I’m awake.
I push myself up slowly, the tingling sensations still on my skin and
my legs feel a bit wobbly. But I suck it up and force myself to shower
fast with the cold water.
I shut the water off and shook my head fast, forcing the little bit of
water from my hair to spray the walls. I stepped out and hurried to dry
up. I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed out of the bathroom.
I found Patrick already dressed and Andy twirling his keys in an
agitated manner.
“Did you forget that it’s Tuesday?”
Tuesday? TEH Tuesday? Well, shit….
Tuesday came around slower than all of us wanted it to since Thursday –
our last get together. It was worse than sitting and staring at my
clock tick all weekend. I guess we were really looking forward to
Patrick getting those staples taken out. Me most of all. It just meant
that we’d be seeing him back on his feet. It’s not to say I didn’t
enjoy playing the servant to him, because on some enjoyable level I
really did. He’d need me less after this. Which was a drawback, and I
admit that, because I did want things to kind of stay as they were.
I’m being selfish, I know. But I can’t help it. There were serious
perks that came with all the needing: Sharing a bed, sponge baths, and
quality time… All the good shit without it being so weird between us.
I slept better when I was with him. I can’t explain it. It’s like a
comfort… or he’s like my sleeping drug. It leaves me feeling refresh
and warm all over. I don’t know how he manages to get me to nap when I
don’t feel tired at all. And it has my curiosity hanging by
threads, but he won’t tell me.
“Hurry up and get dressed.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
I headed to my own room and heard him tell me to quit thinking too.
Well what does he want me to do, go back to auto pilot? That might be a
bad idea…
Chapter Seven
Chapter Six
Chapter Five
Chapter Four
Chapter Three
Chapter Two
Chapter One