Your Concious is Knocking Pete+Patrick short

Pete opened the door leading to the back of the tour bus and to his bedroom. He had just come back from an mtv interview thing and he was exhausted. He pushed opened his bedroom door and looked up to Patrick laying on his bed. Pete closed back the door casullay, to tired to take in the scene.

"Howdy Pete"

Pete looked up to where the southern accent was coming from and met eyes with Patrick, laying stomach first, in his boxers and cowboy boots. He was also equipted with a cow boy hat and a wheat blade hanging from his purplexed pink lips. Pete knealed down and looked Patrick in the eyes.

"Howdy" he said slowly.

Pete took a slow blink and the next thing he knew, he was thrusting into his best friend. Patrick had tears streaming down his eyes from pleasure. He moaned Pete's name, and cried out when Pete would be incouraged to use more force. Pete's sweaty palms slapped onto Patrick's hips and he pumped faster. The feelings was like no other, Pete wanted to die because he felt like his life had just been fulfilled.

"Pete...Pete!"

Patrick cried and Pete knew how close he was. Pete could feel himself on point to, so he reached down and stroked the length of Patrick with his thumb. Patrick couldn't hold out any longer. He arched his back and his hair stayed plastered to his forehead. Before patrick could sucessfully come (encouraging Pete to), Pete woke up.

One leg off and the other on, Pete sat up with a visable hard on. He must had fallen alseep after the mtv interview. Pete groaned and fell back into the couch, running his hands through his hair with frustration. Andy came into the room, holding a bottle of water. He glanced down at Pete's visable excitment.

"Good dream?" Andy asked while opening his drink

"Good's an understatement" Pete mumbled.

"I still think you should tell him" Andy sighed

"And ruin life? I'll pass"

Pete got up and woddled his way to the bathroom.

"Pussy!" Andy called out after him, while Pete gave him the bird.

"This time it was cowboy themed. Dude, I think I need help..." Pete confessed, in a low tone.

"Pete, have you ever thought that maybe your attracted to him? I mean, it's almost like your concious is giving you a heads up" Joe anaylzed

"My concious is a stupid little fucker who likes to ruin my life" Pete whispered with force.

"Pete I just think you should-" Joe stopped when Patrick entered the room "Hey man" he greeted with a nod.

"Hey, I'm trying to get my laptop to work." Patrick said with furrowed brows while sitting down next to Pete.

Patrick sat very close but not to the un usual, Patrick always sat next to Pete that way. Patrick had no idea how much it effected Pete, how much Pete was holding back from moving in and kissing his lips. The same lips that moaned Pete's in dream land.

"It's so frustrating" Patrick growled while chucking the laptop onto the table.

Joe watched Pete as he carefully took in Patrick. His hands were clenched in tight fists in his lap, forcing him to hold back from touching Patrick. Grazing his thigh, caressing his arm. All his thoughts in that spilt moment of time were of unappropiate behaviour. Then again, Pete was labeled as the unapproriate.

Patrick sighed and sat back in the couch. Pete mimickedm, scanning Patrick's jaw line and side burns as Patrick pinched the bridge of his nose. Pete's eyes lusted after patrick and Joe didn't know weather to jerk off or ask Patrick to run. Pete had this look that said: 'I want to fuck this man and I don't care who sees it'.

"Uh.." was all Joe could force out.

Patrick opened his eyes and looked out to Joe with concern, he could read the worry on Joe's face. Patrick turned to take a look at Pete who was closer than expected. Patrick sighed, taking this as usual behavior from Pete.

"We talked about this Pete" Patrick said while scooting over on the couch "We both deserve our own space"

Patrick said like a grade school teacher, jokingly of course.

Pete looked down, ashamed at how obvious he was being.

"Your right.." Pete mumbled

"So.. what's up Joe?" Patrick asked with slight worry

"Um.." Joe looked over at Pete in a destroyed manner "not much."