Fall Asleep, Phone in Hand / [3 of ?]
Title: Fall Asleep, Phone in Hand / [3 of ?]
Author:
fuzzyxhair
Rating: NC-17 [hai boiisecks
Pairing: 4 year old / old fart (patrickxpetr)
Summary: "Pete.. Star Six Seven?"
"..You, baby. Sing it for me, please?"
Disclaimer: Not true, not close. Just a figment of my imagination and nothing more. Plz don't sue.
Author Notes: wow. fob was beyond amazing. i met a bunch of OCKs and even some dude from hawaii. i can't wait to do this two more days in a row. i was late today but i'm coming at noon tomorrow. (also, if you are in chicago or whatever, and want a ticket for the *SOLD OUT* shows, i have one extra GA for sunday and monay. $40. email me at muzikkween [at] gmail [dot] com) myearsarestillringing.
Previous: Prologue x 1 x 2
Author:
fuzzyxhairRating: NC-17 [hai boiisecks
Pairing: 4 year old / old fart (patrickxpetr)
Summary: "Pete.. Star Six Seven?"
"..You, baby. Sing it for me, please?"
Disclaimer: Not true, not close. Just a figment of my imagination and nothing more. Plz don't sue.
Author Notes: wow. fob was beyond amazing. i met a bunch of OCKs and even some dude from hawaii. i can't wait to do this two more days in a row. i was late today but i'm coming at noon tomorrow. (also, if you are in chicago or whatever, and want a ticket for the *SOLD OUT* shows, i have one extra GA for sunday and monay. $40. email me at muzikkween [at] gmail [dot] com) myearsarestillringing.
Previous: Prologue x 1 x 2
Patrick is back at his apartment now. He's been there for a matter of three hours, and his cell phone is ringing. Clothes Off! starts playing and he knows that Pete changed the tone for when he calls. So he doesn't check the caller ID.
"Hi."
"Baby, come back here."
"Pete, I've been gone for three hours. And at your house for a week. Aren't you sick of me?"
"Shut your fucking mouth. You know I could never get sick of my baby. Ever. Don't ever say that shit. Just come back here, please?"
---
Patrick is back at Pete's now, and Pete is showing him some lyrics he wrote.
well maybe we could talk this over
but i swear to god
and i'll have this phone to my head
fall asleep, phone in hand
god bless, god bless
star six seven
"Pete.. Star Six Seven?"
"..You, baby. Sing it for me, please?"
And Patrick does. Of course he does, this is Pete and these are his words, and this moment is just too good to pass up. And he's singing into Pete's soul, and Pete is tapping a beat, and they're both caught up in this all. But fuck, this turns Pete on just so much and he just can't help it. So Pete gets into Patrick's lap again, grinds into Patrick, echoes Patrick's moans, grinds again.
"Ughnn Pete.. w-what..?"
"Baby.. be quiet.. j-just come on, baby, c-come on.."
Pete pulls Patrick's shirt over his head, then takes his off, grinds again, moans again. Kisses Patrick up and down, biting, leaving his mark, sucking, blowing. And then he latches himself to Patrick's mouth, shoving his tongue in, grinding more and he whispers I love you over and over and over again and Patrick echoes with I love you too over and over and over again.
He stands up, gets on his knees, unzips Patrick's zipper and unlatches his belt, pulls his pants off. He smiles at Patrick, he's wearing the boxers Pete gave him for his birthday (last year, of course). And he pulls them down, too, and then his own pants. Fuck his pants, though, because they're so God damn tight, but they're off.
But then Pete looks at Patrick, with hesitance, a bit of worry, but it's okay because Patrick nods and he continues and he's so ready for this. And Pete takes Patrick's cock in his hands and he strokes him up and down and Patrick moans and Pete does too. Patrick is fully erect and Pete is about to explode so he hovers above Patrick's lap.
"But.. Pete.. A-are you s-sure? I-I don't w-want to h-hurt y-you.."
Pete nods and takes a breath, lowers himself onto Patrick and winces, and yeah, there's a tear. And another one. But it's okay because it's Patrick and Patrick is moaning and sighing like Pete's never heard and it is amazing. Patrick wraps his hands on Pete's hips and helps him up and down and up and down. The pace becomes faster and finally-finally, Patrick hits Pete's spot and Pete moans out in ecstasy and Patrick fucking loves this.
Patrick's hand makes its way from Pete's hip to his cock and he grabs it so hard Pete screams and almost sends Patrick over the edge. But it doesn't so Patrick is jacking Pete off and Pete is bouncing and he's close, really though they both are, and Patrick speeds up and Pete comes all over his chest and Patrick moans and comes too. Pete rides off his orgasm and they are both so tired and what just happened was just so incredible there are no words.
"Patrick."
"Pete."
"I love you. Happy Birthday."
"I love you too. Thank you."
And then Pete pulls off, gets a towel, cleans his baby. Fuck clothes, Pete grunts and lays down with Patrick. They are pretty notorious for falling asleep on this couch, after all.
"Hi."
"Baby, come back here."
"Pete, I've been gone for three hours. And at your house for a week. Aren't you sick of me?"
"Shut your fucking mouth. You know I could never get sick of my baby. Ever. Don't ever say that shit. Just come back here, please?"
---
Patrick is back at Pete's now, and Pete is showing him some lyrics he wrote.
well maybe we could talk this over
but i swear to god
and i'll have this phone to my head
fall asleep, phone in hand
god bless, god bless
star six seven
"Pete.. Star Six Seven?"
"..You, baby. Sing it for me, please?"
And Patrick does. Of course he does, this is Pete and these are his words, and this moment is just too good to pass up. And he's singing into Pete's soul, and Pete is tapping a beat, and they're both caught up in this all. But fuck, this turns Pete on just so much and he just can't help it. So Pete gets into Patrick's lap again, grinds into Patrick, echoes Patrick's moans, grinds again.
"Ughnn Pete.. w-what..?"
"Baby.. be quiet.. j-just come on, baby, c-come on.."
Pete pulls Patrick's shirt over his head, then takes his off, grinds again, moans again. Kisses Patrick up and down, biting, leaving his mark, sucking, blowing. And then he latches himself to Patrick's mouth, shoving his tongue in, grinding more and he whispers I love you over and over and over again and Patrick echoes with I love you too over and over and over again.
He stands up, gets on his knees, unzips Patrick's zipper and unlatches his belt, pulls his pants off. He smiles at Patrick, he's wearing the boxers Pete gave him for his birthday (last year, of course). And he pulls them down, too, and then his own pants. Fuck his pants, though, because they're so God damn tight, but they're off.
But then Pete looks at Patrick, with hesitance, a bit of worry, but it's okay because Patrick nods and he continues and he's so ready for this. And Pete takes Patrick's cock in his hands and he strokes him up and down and Patrick moans and Pete does too. Patrick is fully erect and Pete is about to explode so he hovers above Patrick's lap.
"But.. Pete.. A-are you s-sure? I-I don't w-want to h-hurt y-you.."
Pete nods and takes a breath, lowers himself onto Patrick and winces, and yeah, there's a tear. And another one. But it's okay because it's Patrick and Patrick is moaning and sighing like Pete's never heard and it is amazing. Patrick wraps his hands on Pete's hips and helps him up and down and up and down. The pace becomes faster and finally-finally, Patrick hits Pete's spot and Pete moans out in ecstasy and Patrick fucking loves this.
Patrick's hand makes its way from Pete's hip to his cock and he grabs it so hard Pete screams and almost sends Patrick over the edge. But it doesn't so Patrick is jacking Pete off and Pete is bouncing and he's close, really though they both are, and Patrick speeds up and Pete comes all over his chest and Patrick moans and comes too. Pete rides off his orgasm and they are both so tired and what just happened was just so incredible there are no words.
"Patrick."
"Pete."
"I love you. Happy Birthday."
"I love you too. Thank you."
And then Pete pulls off, gets a towel, cleans his baby. Fuck clothes, Pete grunts and lays down with Patrick. They are pretty notorious for falling asleep on this couch, after all.