a penny for my thoughts? oh, no, i'll sell them for a dollar...
Have another 30 Day OTP Porn Challenge drabble; enjoy :)
Day 11, prompt: explaining their kinky relationship to someone disapproving. Yeah, I sort of did this prompt already, but this is a continuation of this drabble and pretty much wouldn't leave me alone. You should probably read that one first, tbh.
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Pete looked around catering for a minute before he spotted Andy sitting at a table in the corner; he grabbed some fries and a soda before he plopped down across from him and started eating.
"Hey, man," Pete said in between bites of food. "What's up?"
"Hey," Andy repeated as he carefully eyed Pete, who was busy eating. "You seem...happy. Where's Patrick at?"
"It's not even ten yet, you know Patrick doesn't like getting up this early unless he has to. He zombie walked onto the bus and then passed out again," Pete answered fondly. "And why wouldn't I be happy?"
"Didn't Patrick tell you that I, uh, saw you last night?" Andy asked, his voice hesitant as he drummed his fingers against the table.
"Yeah," Pete said and raised an eyebrow at the look on Andy's face; he couldn't ever remember seeing the other man this uncomfortable before. "He mentioned it. So?"
"It's just -" Andy faltered for a minute before he decided on, "-kind of embarrassing?"
"For who?" Pete asked with a sly grin. "You have met me before, yeah? There's very little I like as much as being the center of attention."
"But you were all," Andy waved a hand around, "out of it; and it just seemed kind of...intense."
"Well, yeah," Pete agreed with a small, secret smile. "It is; having people see me like that is kind of a thing for me. I'm pretty much checked out when I'm like that, as I'm sure you noticed, and I trust Patrick to take care of me- pretty much all the time, but especially in situations like that. I like people seeing me like that, wanting me, but Patrick's the only one who can touch me."
"So, you get off on it?" Andy questioned with a small frown.
"Among other things, yeah," Pete grinned and leaned back in his chair. "Are you alright, though? Patrick said you took off fairly quickly last night."
"Yeah, I'm fine," Andy assured him; he looked at Pete quickly before glancing back down at the table. "I was just distracted. Last night, I mean. And I wasn't really expecting to find you tied up and on your knees."
Pete studied him for a long minute before he grinned widely. "Andy, you kinky fuck, I didn't know you liked that kind of thing. Way to keep a secret, Hurley."
"What? No, I didn't," Andy protested weakly. "You're one of my best friends, and Patrick- I wouldn't do that..."
"Oh, man, how awesome is this? Seeing me kneeling got you all hot and bothered," Pete crowed gleefully as he got up from the table; he made sure to keep his voice down so the people around them wouldn't hear. Even when he was gloating, he could show some restraint. "I can't wait to tell Patrick, I know he'll get a kick out of it. Talk to you later, Hurley."
Andy very carefully placed his head on the table and started banging it against the surface.
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"Not that I'm complaining, but what brought that on?" Patrick asked as he stretched lazily underneath Pete who was sprawled across his chest, practically radiating smugness.
Pete nuzzled Patrick's jaw happily. "Nothing really; just found out that I'm even sexier on my knees than previously assumed."
"Hmmm, I've always thought so," Patrick smirked; he slid his hand into Pete's hair and pulled just hard enough to have Pete whine and his eyes start to glaze over. "But let's double check to make sure."
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Andy glanced over and suppressed a moan when Patrick slid into the seat next to him; he could only imagine what Patrick wanted to say to him and the longer he didn't say anything, the more nervous Andy got.
"You're not mad at me, are you?" Andy asked when he couldn't take it any more.
"No," Patrick answered easily. "Should I be?"
"Well, I mean, didn't Pete tell you about, uh, last night?"
"Andy, how long have you known me for? If I got pissed every time someone thought Pete was hot, I'd spend all my time mad," Patrick pointed out with a laugh.
"Point," Andy admitted with a smile before he sighed.
"Besides, I don't think it was Pete so much as it was the position he was in," Patrick went on shrewdly; he smirked to himself when Andy just stared at him. "Not that Pete doesn't look good on his knees because no one else looks better, but I think if you were attracted to Pete, you would have known it by now.
"Which means...well, I think you can guess what it means. When you decide you want to talk about it- and, trust me, you will want to- give me a call; I can probably help you out, at least a little bit."
Patrick left to get his guitar with a grin on his face; he loved when things worked out.
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