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Andy Hurley's Nike Sponsored Work-Out.
Okay, look. Andy Hurley, I don't want to be one of those fans. You know the sort of fans I mean - the ones that get all bitchy about corporate sponsership or constantly claim that their beloved bands are selling out. I'm not one of those fans, in general. For fuck's sake, I didn't mind the Honda Civic Tour at ( Read more... )
Okay, look. Andy Hurley, I don't want to be one of those fans. You know the sort of fans I mean - the ones that get all bitchy about corporate sponsership or constantly claim that their beloved bands are selling out. I'm not one of those fans, in general. For fuck's sake, I didn't mind the Honda Civic Tour at ( Read more... )
NOW TO CONTINUE WITH OUR HILARIOUSLY INCONGRUOUS FIC-BIT EXCHANGE, BECAUSE FURRY SHENANIGANS AND PANTY!PORN ARE TWO GREAT TASTES THAT TASTE GREAT TOGETHER:
Patrick finally has to excuse himself from lunch.
"Are you sure you are feeling okay?" Joe says, and Patrick just nods, pushing his pancakes away from him (he loves all day breakfast, but that is neither here nor there) and tossing a twenty on the table.
"I'm just going to lay down for a bit, okay?" Patrick says. When he stands up, the panties shift a little bit here into his ass and he can feel the material rub against his entrance -- he hopes he isn't obviously hard, but he probably sort of is.
Pete is laughing at something Andy's saying, but Patrick sees his eyes flicker to Patrick's crotch. Patrick has to leave, now, seriously.
He walks/hobbles back to his bus, trying to be surreptitious, making awkward small talk with a socially inept roadie, and ducking behind a dumpster when he sees that guitar tech from the opener who has a serious crush on him. Finally, finally he is alone on the bus and he drops his hand to the front of his jeans, pressing his palm hard against his cock-- and then his phone vibrates in his pocket.
It's Pete.
get rdy but dont touch ur cock
Patrick laughs -- he can't help it, Pete's goofy teenage girl style texting combined with those words is just funny. Still hot, but funny and recognizably Pete. It stills something in his brain that was steadily freaking out, because this was Pete. They've done this before -- well, maybe not this sort of thing, exactly, but. It was Pete.
A few seconds later, he gets another text message.
dnt take off the panties
Patrick unbuttons his jeans, kicking them off, and reaches for the lube he hides in his pillow case. Moving the delicate fabric out of the way, he doesn't bother teasing himself and just sinks two of his own fingers in down to the knuckle. It burns and oh my god, feels so good -- he can't help but groan, fill the silent bus with his voice. There is liquid seeping out, staining the front of his panties, making the black even blacker.
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They can't stay at the hotel with the rest of the con goers, because at some point, Pete would have to take off the suit, and Andy has made them promise that there would be no Peengate-esque events, or he'd tell Patrick about the pictures.
This makes Pete a sad little pony, but Joe stays up with him and they eat coconut icecream from the tub and watch Rescue Rangers, Disney's Robin Hood and Lion King. Pete asks if Joe will call him Simba. Joe will get back to Pete on that.
The next day at the con is WILD. Pete's really got into the swing of things. He wins Miss Congeniality in a fursuit beauty pageant, and proudly wears the sash for the rest of the day.
Joe's enjoying himself, but he's a little tired of all the groping. Seriously. These people do not understand the meaning of bad touch. He figures that Pete is right, he really has found his people. Also, Pete will periodically shout out "DO YOU NEED AN ADULT???" if the random gropers get too enthusiastic. Joe wonders if he would have been better off not going as a bunny. Then he spend half an hour trying to figure out 'unsexy' animals.
Pete keeps making Joe pose for random humiliating photos with him. There are now about 50 pictures of Joe fending off an over excited neon zebra. People keep taking pictures of Pete because he's so loud and obnoxious. And they keep approaching him to be their website mascot.
Pete spends about $600 bucks on art commissions during that day, getting people to draw him and Joe buying pizza, feeding ducks, dancing the jitterbug and so forth. Lots of the artists are very impressed with Pete's character design.
The disgruntled fox lady says mean things about Pete's colour scheme when she sees them again, and Joe drags Pete away before he tries to horse stomp her or something. NO ONE KNOCKS PETE'S FURRY COLOUR SCHEME, MOTHERFUCKERS!
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I LOVE YOU SO BAD.
... after I'm done with finals, I'm totally writing the panty fic for real.
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