Day 7
Day 7, prompt: spanking
a/n: I should mention that I have no clue if Patrick was at the two year anniversary of Angels & Kings, but for this he was. The only other things I can think of to mention for is brief Pete/Megan and Patrick/Elisa -personally, I don't think it warrants one, but people are weird, so...
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Pete grinned at the photographer; he could feel Megan pet his lower back in an attempt to get him to calm down, but he knew it wasn't going to work.
Pete got like this sometimes, when the rush of noise and words and feelings in his head got too loud and refused to leave him alone. It made impossible for him to do anything but live in his own head too much, getting more and more withdrawn, until all he could register was dark and loneliness and a desire for it all to end.
It hardly ever got that bad any more; Pete had realised after Best Buy that sometimes you needed to ask for help before all the answers seemed to be in a bottle of pills. Having Bronx only reinforced that lesson for him and Pete made sure he reached for the phone when he needed to.
It was even rarer for Pete to get that caught up in himself because he was happy about something; he was better than he used to be, but in a lot of ways, Pete still had trouble dealing with happiness. Being depressed sucked, but it was something Pete was familiar with, like an old blanket from his childhood that he had never gotten around to replacing.
Whatever the cause, when it got like this, there was only one thing that always worked.
Pete waved to the cameras one last time before he laced his fingers with Megan's and tugged her into Angels & Kings behind him.
The door closed behind them and Pete took a deep breath and let his eyes adjust to the dim, smoke filled interior. He had decided to keep the inside press free and unlike most nights, they were only letting people in who were on the list.
Pete spotted who he was looking for sitting in a booth in the far corner of the bar; after a quick squeeze to Megan's hand, he started in that direction, ignoring the people who were trying to get his attention.
They were about halfway there when Patrick looked up and caught his eye; time slowed down for a second, Pete stopped where he was, half afraid to move.
Patrick smirked at him before turning away to brush a kiss to Elisa's cheek and said something that had her laughing a little. She looked in Pete's direction fondly and montioned Patrick away from her.
Patrick got up and headed straight for them, that amused smirk still firmly in place.
"Oh, thank god," Megan muttered, letting go of Pete's hand to step in front of him and offer Patrick a chaste kiss on his cheek.
"He's been like this all day," Megan told Patrick, rolling her eyes. There was nothing mean spirted about it, though, and the look she gave Pete was warm and affectionate. "I haven't been able to get him to concentrate on anything -he's worse than Bronx, I swear."
"Don't worry," Patrick murmured, his tone just a little dark; he reached out and grabbed Pete's wrist tightly and pulled him forward once. It was enough to have Pete move obediently next to him. "I'll get him to calm down."
"I'm standing right here, you know," Pete said, trying for petulant but he knew he only sounded excited.
Patrick looked him over and raised an eyebrow; he didn't say anything but it was enough to make Pete flush and bite his lip.
"I'm going to go have drink with Elisa," Megan went on. She gave Pete a quick kiss and turned to go.
"I'll see you boys in a little bit," she added over her shoulder with a smart grin.
Pete watched her go and then looked at his best friend with wide eyes.
Patrick met his eyes evenly for almost a full minute before he headed towards the short hallway that led to Pete's office. Pete kept quiet for as long as he could before he started rambling.
"Only two more days, 'Trick, I can't wait, it's going to be awesome. We get to sing together again and tour and Joe and Andy are gonna be there," Pete babbled, barely even looking up as they passed the security guard standing by the entrance. "And the fans, fuck, do you think they'll like it? I mean, of course, they'll love your voice but what about the rest of it? Shit, I hope they -"
He stopped abruptly when he realized they were in the office. Pete slowly turned around and held his breath when he saw Patrick close and lock the door.
"I want you to keep quiet, Pete," Patrick ordered, his voice confident. "I don't want you to say anything, understand? No words, no noises, nothing. Can you do that for me?"
Pete hesitated for a second before he nodded; he wanted to do what Patrick told him -he always did; nothing made him feel the way he did when Patrick told him what to do, when Patrick praised him when he succeeded- but what if he couldn't? What if his mouth betrayed him again, like it had so many times already?
"Hey," Patrick said, resting his hand on the back of Pete's neck and squeezing. "Do you want help? You know if you need it, that's fine, Pete. I would never get mad at you for needing help to do something I told you to."
Pete rested his forehead against Patrick's and nodded again; Patrick always knew what he needed.
Patrick moved away from him and rummaged through the drawers for a minute or two before he pulled a bandanna from one of them with a triumphant smile.
"I knew I'd be able to find something in here," Patrick mused, his eyes getting that gleam that Pete only ever say when they were doing scenes like this. "Open up, Pete."
Pete choked back a whimper and immediately opened his mouth; Patrick hummed in approval and fitted the bandanna back by his teeth, tying it in a knot behind his head and then tugging on it to make sure it was secure.
Pete bit back a moan, his brain already starting to relax. Patrick tilted his head and studied Pete for minute before he montioned him to turn around.
"Against the wall, Pete," Patrick's voice almost vibrated with that quiet authority that made Pete so happy to do whatever he wanted. "Hands over your head, presentation position."
Pete scrambled to obey, his heart pounding against his ribs. Patrick came up behind him, his breath hot and damp against Pete's neck.
"Look at you," Patrick murmured, his lips touching Pete's skin. "So eager for it, ready to do whatever I tell you to."
Patrick deftly undid Pete's belt and slid it out of the belt loops on his jeans. He took the belt and wrapped it around Pete's wrists, chuckling at the shiver that went down his back at the action.
"I bet you're so hard right now," Patrick went on and skimmed his hand over the bulge in Pete's jeans. He chuckled darkly when Pete tried to thrust into his touch.
"It's too bad we don't have more time," Patrick mused as he pushed Pete's jeans down over his ass. They rested on the tops of his thighs, unable to go down further because of the way his legs were spread.
"I think we'd both enjoy taking our time with this," Patrick said, rubbing his hand over Pete's ass, sqeezing and pinching him every few seconds.
Pete exhaled roughly, his breathing starting to go ragged. He closed his eye and bit down on the bandana, trying to keep back the noises that he wanted to make. He pushed up into Patrick's hand and tried to urge him on without words.
"Always in such a hurry, Pete," Patrick told him fondly and smiled a little. "I guess I'm going to have to wait until next time to teach you some patience."
Before Pete could fully process the implication behind those words, Patrick laid the first sting slap, making Pete jump. It was only barehanded but Patrick was stronger than he looked and it didn't take long for it start hurting almost constantly.
Pete started to hear that slight buzzing noise that meant he was close; it was drowning out all the words and everything else that flew through his head. He followed it to that place that was calm and quiet, where he could feel everything at once, where he was safe.
"God, look at your ass," Patrick murmured, running gentle fingers over it; it was red amd tender looking. There was no doubt in Patrick's mind that Pete was going to be feeling it for at least a couple more days.
He stepped back when Pete finally gave a full body shudder and sagged against the wall. Patrick carefully pulled up Pete's jeans and wished briefly that they were some place where he could put some lotion on Pete, maybe settle him in a warm bath to soak for a little bit.
When Patrick got the belt from around Pete's wrists, he was prepared for the way he collapsed against him; he slid one arm around his waist and maneuvered him until Pete was resting against the front of him amd Patrick was leaning against him.
While he was waiting for Pete to come back around, Patrick managed to unknot the bandana with one hand and work it loose; he shoved it in his jacket pocket with a smirk. He defintely had some ideas for that for next time.
Patrick waited quietly, his mind going over the upcoming tour and album release; he rubbed Pete's back almost absently, not really thinking about something he had done so many times before.
A few minutes later, Pete stirred; he wrapped his arms around Patrick and tried to get closer to him.
"'Trick," Pete said, his voice thick.
"Right here, Pete," Patrick assured him; he shifted until Pete could bury his face in his neck. "How are you feeling?"
Pete made a contented noise. "Better. I feel like I could actually relax and have a couple drinks, maybe even sleep for a couple hours later."
There was silence for another minute or two before Pete pulled back and smiled at his best friend. Patrick smiled back at him.
Pete slung his arm around Patrick's shoulders and gave him a quick, one armed hug as they left his office.
Neither one if them said anything as they headed back to the girls. But they didn't need words right now, not after so many years. They both knew the important things and that was what mattered.