Day 3
Here it is, Day 3 of the 30 Day OTP Porn Challenge. Just an f.y.i, my phone went and fucken died on me *kicks it* I'm hoping to have a new one by tomorrow afternoon, or by Monday at the latest. So, if I'm not on here or twitter for a couple days, that's why. Anyways, hope you like the fic :)
Day 3, prompt: threesome/group sex
Pete groaned around the cock in his mouth as he felt Patrick bottom out inside him.
“Fuck, Pete, you're always so fucken tight,” Patrick murmured, his hands squeezing Pete's hips.
He looked over Pete's body, smirking when he saw how tense his arms were, trying to keep him upright in between Patrick and Mikey.
Patrick watched as Mikey carefully pulled out of Pete's mouth, waiting for a few seconds before he pushed back in.
“You're being too nice, Mikey,” Patrick told him; he reached over and grabbed a handful of Pete's hair and pulled it viciously, using it to yank his head back. Pete let out a loud, shameless moan at the manhandling.
“Pete's a slut for rough sex; the rougher it is, the harder he gets it off on it -isn't that right, Pete?” Patrick punctuated the words by pulling almost all the way out of Pete and then slamming back in as hard as he could manage.
Pete whimpered and rocked back into the thrust; he looked up at Mikey, his eyes almost begging for Mikey to let go of his control.
“Go on, you can fuck his throat,” Patrick went on, his voice harsh as he let go of Pete's hair long enough to scratch his nails down Pete's back, leaving thin, red trails in his wake. Pete arched his back as much as he could and tried to gasp but all that came out was a garbled noise.
“I don't,” Mikey started to say when Pete started to suck along his length. “Want to hurt him,” he finished in a rush, his voice breathless.
Patrick let out a hard laugh before he pulled Pete all the way off of Mikey's cock; he fisted his hand in Pete's hair again and tipped his head back so Mikey could look right up into Pete's upturned face, his lips swollen and red.
“Don't you get it, Way? Pete wants you to hurt him; that's why he's been such an asshole this week. Right, Pete?
“Go on, tell him,” Patrick encouraged Pete; he tightened the fist that was in Pete's hair and moved his other hand until he could twist Pete's nipple hard enough to have him let out a low shout at the sudden pain.
“Please, Mikey,” Pete gasped out, his voice breaking as Patrick dug his nails into the skin around his nipple. “Fuck my throat, please, I want you to.”
Mikey bit his lip and tore his eyes from Pete's mouth to look back at Patrick; Patrick, Pete's best friend, the person who once punched a kid in the face for calling Pete a fag and threatened to beat the shit out of Jeanae after she cheated on Pete and they broke up for the third time.
Patrick was telling him to fuck Pete's throat and hurt him, to be as rough as he wanted. It didn't make any sense; he couldn't reconcile them in his mind.
“Trust me, Mikey,” Patrick said, meeting the other man's eyes; he smirked a little but his gaze was warm.
He yanked Pete's head to the side, baring his throat. Patrick made sure he kept his gaze locked on Mikey's when he set his teeth into the side of Pete's neck.
Pete shuddered, a high keening whine leaving his throat; Patrick pulled back enough so that he could talk.
“Pete's my best friend; I know what he wants -what he needs- better than he does. I take care of him because he can't do it himself and because I want to,” Patrick said, his voice low; he brushed a soft kiss against the imprint his teeth left in Pete's neck. Pete groaned and pushed into Patrick's mouth.
“I know when Pete needs to be cuddled, when he needs to be treated with kid gloves and reassured that I love him, that I'll always care about him,” Patrick ran his hand up and down Pete's side, caressing every inch of skin he could reach.
“And I know when he needs to be fucked, when he needs to be bit and scratched, held down and fucked face first into the mattress,” Patrick pressed on the bite mark, making Pete howl with pain until he moved his hand over enough and squeezed his throat and cut the sound off abruptly.
“I know when he can't get out of his mind, when it won't shut down and leave him alone; when the words and pictures and monsters in his head won't be quiet until I make them,” Patrick loosened his grip and Pete inhaled harshly; Mikey couldn't help but notice that through this all, Pete's erection hadn't gone down at all, if anything it seemed harder than it had been they started.
“Pete's my best friend, Mikey,” Patrick repeated and he pulled back, shoving Pete's head forward again until he was eye level with Mikey's dick; Pete made a begging noise and tried to lean forward, only to have Patrick bring him up short.
“And he means more to me than you can ever began to understand. So, if I tell you that you can fuck his throat as much as you want and that you don't have to hold, you can fucken believe that I mean it and that it's what Pete needs at this moment in time.
“You can also trust me to tell you if you've gone too far,” Patrick went on; he nudge Pete's head forward enough that he could run his tongue up the underside of Mikey's cock.
“The only question now is if you want this, if you want to shove your dick so far down Pete's throat he chokes.”
Mikey took a deep breath and nodded slightly, reaching his hands out to clench in Pete's hair.
“There you go,” Patrick murmured; he let go as Mikey guided Pete to his dick and then thrusted down his throat.
Pete was his best friend and he always knew how to take care of him.
Day 3, prompt: threesome/group sex
Pete groaned around the cock in his mouth as he felt Patrick bottom out inside him.
“Fuck, Pete, you're always so fucken tight,” Patrick murmured, his hands squeezing Pete's hips.
He looked over Pete's body, smirking when he saw how tense his arms were, trying to keep him upright in between Patrick and Mikey.
Patrick watched as Mikey carefully pulled out of Pete's mouth, waiting for a few seconds before he pushed back in.
“You're being too nice, Mikey,” Patrick told him; he reached over and grabbed a handful of Pete's hair and pulled it viciously, using it to yank his head back. Pete let out a loud, shameless moan at the manhandling.
“Pete's a slut for rough sex; the rougher it is, the harder he gets it off on it -isn't that right, Pete?” Patrick punctuated the words by pulling almost all the way out of Pete and then slamming back in as hard as he could manage.
Pete whimpered and rocked back into the thrust; he looked up at Mikey, his eyes almost begging for Mikey to let go of his control.
“Go on, you can fuck his throat,” Patrick went on, his voice harsh as he let go of Pete's hair long enough to scratch his nails down Pete's back, leaving thin, red trails in his wake. Pete arched his back as much as he could and tried to gasp but all that came out was a garbled noise.
“I don't,” Mikey started to say when Pete started to suck along his length. “Want to hurt him,” he finished in a rush, his voice breathless.
Patrick let out a hard laugh before he pulled Pete all the way off of Mikey's cock; he fisted his hand in Pete's hair again and tipped his head back so Mikey could look right up into Pete's upturned face, his lips swollen and red.
“Don't you get it, Way? Pete wants you to hurt him; that's why he's been such an asshole this week. Right, Pete?
“Go on, tell him,” Patrick encouraged Pete; he tightened the fist that was in Pete's hair and moved his other hand until he could twist Pete's nipple hard enough to have him let out a low shout at the sudden pain.
“Please, Mikey,” Pete gasped out, his voice breaking as Patrick dug his nails into the skin around his nipple. “Fuck my throat, please, I want you to.”
Mikey bit his lip and tore his eyes from Pete's mouth to look back at Patrick; Patrick, Pete's best friend, the person who once punched a kid in the face for calling Pete a fag and threatened to beat the shit out of Jeanae after she cheated on Pete and they broke up for the third time.
Patrick was telling him to fuck Pete's throat and hurt him, to be as rough as he wanted. It didn't make any sense; he couldn't reconcile them in his mind.
“Trust me, Mikey,” Patrick said, meeting the other man's eyes; he smirked a little but his gaze was warm.
He yanked Pete's head to the side, baring his throat. Patrick made sure he kept his gaze locked on Mikey's when he set his teeth into the side of Pete's neck.
Pete shuddered, a high keening whine leaving his throat; Patrick pulled back enough so that he could talk.
“Pete's my best friend; I know what he wants -what he needs- better than he does. I take care of him because he can't do it himself and because I want to,” Patrick said, his voice low; he brushed a soft kiss against the imprint his teeth left in Pete's neck. Pete groaned and pushed into Patrick's mouth.
“I know when Pete needs to be cuddled, when he needs to be treated with kid gloves and reassured that I love him, that I'll always care about him,” Patrick ran his hand up and down Pete's side, caressing every inch of skin he could reach.
“And I know when he needs to be fucked, when he needs to be bit and scratched, held down and fucked face first into the mattress,” Patrick pressed on the bite mark, making Pete howl with pain until he moved his hand over enough and squeezed his throat and cut the sound off abruptly.
“I know when he can't get out of his mind, when it won't shut down and leave him alone; when the words and pictures and monsters in his head won't be quiet until I make them,” Patrick loosened his grip and Pete inhaled harshly; Mikey couldn't help but notice that through this all, Pete's erection hadn't gone down at all, if anything it seemed harder than it had been they started.
“Pete's my best friend, Mikey,” Patrick repeated and he pulled back, shoving Pete's head forward again until he was eye level with Mikey's dick; Pete made a begging noise and tried to lean forward, only to have Patrick bring him up short.
“And he means more to me than you can ever began to understand. So, if I tell you that you can fuck his throat as much as you want and that you don't have to hold, you can fucken believe that I mean it and that it's what Pete needs at this moment in time.
“You can also trust me to tell you if you've gone too far,” Patrick went on; he nudge Pete's head forward enough that he could run his tongue up the underside of Mikey's cock.
“The only question now is if you want this, if you want to shove your dick so far down Pete's throat he chokes.”
Mikey took a deep breath and nodded slightly, reaching his hands out to clench in Pete's hair.
“There you go,” Patrick murmured; he let go as Mikey guided Pete to his dick and then thrusted down his throat.
Pete was his best friend and he always knew how to take care of him.