Taken (Pete's POV)
Title: Taken
Summary: Pete bottoming. For Patrick.
Author: Carly
Rating: R (for language and sexual content)
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: This only happened in my dirty little mind. I do not own Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump or anyone else related to FOB - no matter how nicely I've asked.Also, this is un-beta'd. Actually, it was beta'd - by the de-lovely 
gamblore, who reminded me that it was done!
You'd never seen him like this before - so forward, so domineering ...
so fucking sexy.
Usually, he's keeping to himself, working on his computer, reading a
book (currently "The Great Gatsby") or playing Taboo with Joe and
Andy.
Tonight, however, he's pushed you back onto your bunk and straddled
you, whispering in your ear everything he wants to do to you. If his
goal was to get you started up, he has definitely succeeded.
It was the voice. Goddamn, he could already make you melt with that
sweet voice. And hearing all the dirty things he wanted to do just
made it even better. As he talked, you were getting harder by the
second, which got him talking even dirtier to you.
There was an incredible temptation to just flip him onto his back and
fuck him senseless - but he had you pinned down, hands held down at
your sides. You felt helpless - it's a rare experience for you, "Mr.
Alpha Male" always in control, but oh god ... tonight, being out of
control never felt more erotic. Lying beneath your captor/lover,
unable to do more than grind your hips into his, trying to convey your
need and near-desperation. You didn't want to be anywhere else.
Before the action could get much further, he got up, still sitting on
your legs. He gave a wicked laugh and almost ripped your shirt right
off, trying to get you undressed.
Every move he made was deliberate - his tongue sliding along the curve
of your ear, warm breath following, causing you to shudder. Mouth
against your neck, nipping at you just so - causing you to whimper
under your breath. When his lips crushed against yours, his tongue
pushing into your mouth, you felt yourself surrendering to this man
and his intense vibe of sex magic, which probably explains why you
were surprised to hear yourself saying to him, "Fuck me. Please." ...
ConCrit and comments are welcome!
Summary: Pete bottoming. For Patrick.
Author: Carly
Rating: R (for language and sexual content)
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: This only happened in my dirty little mind. I do not own Pete Wentz, Patrick Stump or anyone else related to FOB - no matter how nicely I've asked.
gamblore, who reminded me that it was done! You'd never seen him like this before - so forward, so domineering ...
so fucking sexy.
Usually, he's keeping to himself, working on his computer, reading a
book (currently "The Great Gatsby") or playing Taboo with Joe and
Andy.
Tonight, however, he's pushed you back onto your bunk and straddled
you, whispering in your ear everything he wants to do to you. If his
goal was to get you started up, he has definitely succeeded.
It was the voice. Goddamn, he could already make you melt with that
sweet voice. And hearing all the dirty things he wanted to do just
made it even better. As he talked, you were getting harder by the
second, which got him talking even dirtier to you.
There was an incredible temptation to just flip him onto his back and
fuck him senseless - but he had you pinned down, hands held down at
your sides. You felt helpless - it's a rare experience for you, "Mr.
Alpha Male" always in control, but oh god ... tonight, being out of
control never felt more erotic. Lying beneath your captor/lover,
unable to do more than grind your hips into his, trying to convey your
need and near-desperation. You didn't want to be anywhere else.
Before the action could get much further, he got up, still sitting on
your legs. He gave a wicked laugh and almost ripped your shirt right
off, trying to get you undressed.
Every move he made was deliberate - his tongue sliding along the curve
of your ear, warm breath following, causing you to shudder. Mouth
against your neck, nipping at you just so - causing you to whimper
under your breath. When his lips crushed against yours, his tongue
pushing into your mouth, you felt yourself surrendering to this man
and his intense vibe of sex magic, which probably explains why you
were surprised to hear yourself saying to him, "Fuck me. Please." ...
ConCrit and comments are welcome!