in honor of...
Save Rock And Roll being released in the US in few hours and Pete Wentz being the biggest shipper of us all, let's do a Peterick drabble meme -any kind of Peterick your little heart desires, just request it and I will scribble something for it. Go on, you know you want to. Also, SIX HOURS AND FORTY MINUTES UNTIL SRAR IS OUT.
Patrick's senses were skyrocketing and as always, they were focusing on his best friend; he could hear Pete's heart pounding next to him, smell the lust that was almost dripping off of him, despite the casual way he was slouched next to Patrick and chatting to Joe and Andy.
Even worse was the way he could smell the blood smeared on Pete's lip from where he had bitten it sometime during the encore.
Patrick's eyes fastened onto Pete's lip and he could feel his gums ache with the need to slide out so he could bite at Pete's mouth and then bury them in Pete's throat.
He must have made some kind of noise because Pete glanced over at him and smirked even as he squeezed Patrick's knee comfortingly.
Once they were at a hotel, they separated from Joe and Andy to go into their own room.
As soon as they were inside and the door closed and locked behind them, Patrick crowded Pete against the wall, licking the blood from Pete's lips before he claimed them in a rough kiss that had Pete moaning and fisting his hands in the front of Patrick's shirt.
"Harder," Pete demanded when Patrick started nibbling along his neck. "Fuck, stop being such a damn tease, 'Trick. Bite me already."
Patrick smirked briefly before biting down, his fangs cutting cleanly through Pete's skin. He pulled back for a brief second, just long enough to watch Pete's blood start painting the skin of his throat before he lapped it up and started drinking in earnest, his eyes drifting shut in pleasure.
"Fuck," Pete whimpered, his voice rough. He rubbed his erection against the thigh Patrick had between his legs, shameless in his desire to get more, to get closer to Patrick.
"Please, Patrick, I've been hard for an hour, please touch me or something, anything, just..please."
Patrick lifted his head and licked the wound to seal before he placed his hand against Pete's dick, squeezing it through his jeans.
Pete was his and that meant taking care of him, especially when it came to something they would both enjoy.
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