attempt #2
Title: Finally
Author:
averagejane42
Pairing: Patrick/Pete
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: Pete and Patrick get together after a show.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I only own them in my dreams.
I grabbed my bass and started walking toward the stage where the guys were starting soundcheck, but I stopped before I got there. Patrick looked so sweet, checking his mic. I wish I didn’t have to love him from a distance though. It breaks my heart to have to watch from far away. God, I’m so fucking emo. No matter how hard I try to hide it…
Patrick turned and saw me standing there. I froze; I hope he doesn’t think I was staring at him (well, I was, but I don’t want him to know that). He flashed that geeky smile and waved at me to come onstage. I let out a sigh of relief and jogged out.
**
“Pete, that was our best show yet! We fucking rocked!” Patrick ran offstage to where I was setting down my bass. Just as I turned around, he ran headlong into me, wrapping me in a bear hug. Kid damn near knocked the wind out of me. I hugged back, squeezing hard. I love it when he does this, all sweaty and still hyped from the show. I looked down at him, hat askew and t-shirt drenched. I couldn’t help it. I leaned down and kissed him on the lips.
Shit. Why did I just do that? I pulled back as quick as I could. Patrick looked a little shocked – his mouth hung open.
“Uh, uh…s-sorry,” I stuttered. I backed out of his arms and turned away. Shit. Shit. Worst move ever. I covered my face with my hands and started walking away.
I felt a hand on my elbow. I peeked out from behind my fingers. Patrick. I lowered my hands.
“I, I dunno why I did that. Sorry. Sorry, Patrick…” I trailed. He shook his head, put his hands to my cheeks, and pulled me in for a kiss. My eyes flew open in shock. His eyes were open too. When he saw the look on my face he smiled and laughed into my lips. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him harder. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Hey guys, we’re going- whoa!” I heard Dirty exclaim. I lifted my head and looked at him as he said, “Uh, uh, sorry..uh, I’ll leave you to…uh, sorry!” He practically ran away. I laughed and looked back at Patrick. He licked his lips and bit down on his bottom lip. That was the hottest thing I have ever seen. I grabbed him by the shoulders and swung him around, pinning him against the wall. He let out a small gasp of surprise. Our eyes met, and neither of us said anything. Shit. I took it too far again.
Then his hands grabbed my hips and jerked me closer. His lips covered mine and his tongue slid inside my mouth. My hands were under his hat, over his arms, and in his hair. His hands were on my pants, down my neck, and under my shirt.
“Bus…bus…” he gasped. I broke away and he pushed his glasses up his nose. “Go to the bus,” he whispered.
**
As soon as Patrick shut the door to the bus, I started pulling off his shirt. He reached for the zipper on my pants. We didn’t stop kissing the whole time. His mouth was all over my face, his sideburns scratching my cheeks. Soon we were both naked. We stopped and looked at each other, each unsure of what to do. Neither of us had ever made out with a bandmate before, much less fucked around with one.
I moved toward him and kissed him until he was lying back on my bed. I ran my fingers down his chest and up his legs. I stroked his erection softly, and he closed his eyes, his breathing growing ragged. I nestled myself between his legs, and took him into my mouth, moving back and forth slowly.
“Oh God,” he breathed. His fingertips dug into my shoulders. I moved faster, feeling him all over my tongue and at the back of my throat. His hips bucked under me. He moved his hands to my head, twisting his fingers into my hair, urging me to mover faster and harder with his palms. I did. He let out a long moan, hips shaking.
“Pete…” he grunted. His body moved with my mouth. Up and down, back and forth. I swirled my tongue around and his back arched. “Oh..!” he moaned. “Pete, I’m gonna…”
I wrapped my hands around his thighs. When he came in my mouth, I swallowed and sucked softly until he stopped shuddering and went limp.
I crawled up over his legs and put my head next to his. I kissed him on the cheek, and he turned to meet my lips. I smiled and curled up in his arms as he let out a sigh of happiness. I love this kid.
Author:
averagejane42Pairing: Patrick/Pete
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: Pete and Patrick get together after a show.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I only own them in my dreams.
I grabbed my bass and started walking toward the stage where the guys were starting soundcheck, but I stopped before I got there. Patrick looked so sweet, checking his mic. I wish I didn’t have to love him from a distance though. It breaks my heart to have to watch from far away. God, I’m so fucking emo. No matter how hard I try to hide it…
Patrick turned and saw me standing there. I froze; I hope he doesn’t think I was staring at him (well, I was, but I don’t want him to know that). He flashed that geeky smile and waved at me to come onstage. I let out a sigh of relief and jogged out.
**
“Pete, that was our best show yet! We fucking rocked!” Patrick ran offstage to where I was setting down my bass. Just as I turned around, he ran headlong into me, wrapping me in a bear hug. Kid damn near knocked the wind out of me. I hugged back, squeezing hard. I love it when he does this, all sweaty and still hyped from the show. I looked down at him, hat askew and t-shirt drenched. I couldn’t help it. I leaned down and kissed him on the lips.
Shit. Why did I just do that? I pulled back as quick as I could. Patrick looked a little shocked – his mouth hung open.
“Uh, uh…s-sorry,” I stuttered. I backed out of his arms and turned away. Shit. Shit. Worst move ever. I covered my face with my hands and started walking away.
I felt a hand on my elbow. I peeked out from behind my fingers. Patrick. I lowered my hands.
“I, I dunno why I did that. Sorry. Sorry, Patrick…” I trailed. He shook his head, put his hands to my cheeks, and pulled me in for a kiss. My eyes flew open in shock. His eyes were open too. When he saw the look on my face he smiled and laughed into my lips. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him harder. I couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Hey guys, we’re going- whoa!” I heard Dirty exclaim. I lifted my head and looked at him as he said, “Uh, uh, sorry..uh, I’ll leave you to…uh, sorry!” He practically ran away. I laughed and looked back at Patrick. He licked his lips and bit down on his bottom lip. That was the hottest thing I have ever seen. I grabbed him by the shoulders and swung him around, pinning him against the wall. He let out a small gasp of surprise. Our eyes met, and neither of us said anything. Shit. I took it too far again.
Then his hands grabbed my hips and jerked me closer. His lips covered mine and his tongue slid inside my mouth. My hands were under his hat, over his arms, and in his hair. His hands were on my pants, down my neck, and under my shirt.
“Bus…bus…” he gasped. I broke away and he pushed his glasses up his nose. “Go to the bus,” he whispered.
**
As soon as Patrick shut the door to the bus, I started pulling off his shirt. He reached for the zipper on my pants. We didn’t stop kissing the whole time. His mouth was all over my face, his sideburns scratching my cheeks. Soon we were both naked. We stopped and looked at each other, each unsure of what to do. Neither of us had ever made out with a bandmate before, much less fucked around with one.
I moved toward him and kissed him until he was lying back on my bed. I ran my fingers down his chest and up his legs. I stroked his erection softly, and he closed his eyes, his breathing growing ragged. I nestled myself between his legs, and took him into my mouth, moving back and forth slowly.
“Oh God,” he breathed. His fingertips dug into my shoulders. I moved faster, feeling him all over my tongue and at the back of my throat. His hips bucked under me. He moved his hands to my head, twisting his fingers into my hair, urging me to mover faster and harder with his palms. I did. He let out a long moan, hips shaking.
“Pete…” he grunted. His body moved with my mouth. Up and down, back and forth. I swirled my tongue around and his back arched. “Oh..!” he moaned. “Pete, I’m gonna…”
I wrapped my hands around his thighs. When he came in my mouth, I swallowed and sucked softly until he stopped shuddering and went limp.
I crawled up over his legs and put my head next to his. I kissed him on the cheek, and he turned to meet my lips. I smiled and curled up in his arms as he let out a sigh of happiness. I love this kid.