Still Warm
Title: Still Warm
Author:do_come_in
Band:Fall Out Boy
Pairing/Characters: GSF - Joe, Pete, Patrick, Andy
Rating/Category: NC17/Slash - Probably
Prompt: Van Days
Disclaimer: Just like Pride and Prejudice, Guys and Dolls and Doctor Who, this is fiction. Therefore not real.
Summary: The Morning After
Beta: Such a little star, Malory/iwontbedenied
Notes/Warnings: Implied drug use (Minor), Van Sex, Drunkenness, Implied Planning, Swearing, An insight into teenage Patrick. The van in this has got two bench seats (which aren't involved), one of which can be folded down. The events take place in the back of the van which has no equipment in it as it is still in the venue (which I totally just made up).
Patrick sniffed and rolled over, only to find that there was really nowhere to roll. A leg was thrown across his hips and two bodies were curled against him. It was less surprising than it should have been, but after two - nearer three, but certainly too long - months on the road, no-one really noticed the lack of space in the van. Even so, this morning - or afternoon, there weren't enough clocks in the van for Patrick's liking - he became aware of the small differences. He wasn’t half wrapped in his own sleeping bag, his t-shirt wasn’t riding up like always and no-one’s foot was in his face.
Instead, he could feel breathing; soft, calm breathing, which was unusual for the van where snoring was common practice. He didn’t want to open his eyes, because something felt wrong and he wasn’t sure what to do about it. Although he was technically an adult, inside his own brain, he still thought like a 17 year old. A spotty, chubby, unsure 17 year old, who didn’t know Pete, other than ohmygoditsPETEfromRACETRAITOR. At some point, he remembers feeling the same way about Andy, but not so much. Andy was never as epic as Pete was. By epic, he meant fucking mental, of course.
His 17 year old self was telling him that he was naked and that was fucking wicked because it meant he had gotten laid. His 20-something self was telling him that being naked in this van was not a good idea, but at least his ass didn’t hurt. Well, much.
“Mmm.” The leg was moving, not away, but tightening around him. It wasn’t Pete, at least. The leg wasn’t skinny enough. He wasn’t sure whether this was good or not, but it was something to hold onto. The bodies on either side of him were naked - ohmygodNAKEDigotLAID - but he was certain that they were not female bodies. He was definite. At some point, he would have to open his eyes and see what was going on and whether he still has balls. It felt like he did, but you never know.
"Fuck, do that again." Patrick bit down lightly once again, listening to the man beneath him. He could feel someone else's hands on his hips, but didn't really think about that. Not when Andy was pulling his hat of and threading his fingers through Patrick's hair. He couldn't manage to voice what would hapen if Andy tugged. Patrick could only gasp and-
“Morning” A whisper came from the other side of the van. He was sure it wasn’t talking to him; he hadn’t moved since waking and that was usually good enough for the other three. He stayed still and let one of the others next to him move. He could feel the movement against him, but the leg didn’t move.
“Good morning Pete” It was Joe, he was sure it was Joe. It was too early for Andy to be that coherent. Probably. “You seen those two?” Pete giggled in answer and Patrick could tell he knew what was going on. “Kinda hot. Ok, very hot, but still.” Patrick wasn’t exactly surprised per se, just… taken aback. Joe and Pete could have conversations like that, albeit one-sided, whilst Andy was apparently wrapped around him.
“Last night was fun, wasn’t it?” There was Pete’s voice again, slightly muffled, probably covered by some part of Joe’s skin. Patrick didn’t really want to know where. “I can’t believe Patrick gave in. After years of hitting on him, and Andy gets to him. Well, whatever, at least we got there in the end.” Joe laughed, deep and truthful, a complete contrast to Pete’s high giggle.
Patrick was rolled over by the hands on his hips. He was met by the sight of a naked, grinning Pete. "You have no idea..." Pete began as he leaned down to kiss Patrick. "... how long I've been waiting to get you like this." Patrick giggled a little at how strange his best friend sounded. His laughter was cut off by a growl and Pete sliding up over his body so Patrick could feel-"
“Pete, stop being fucking jealous and just be happy about it. He may be your Patrick, but he’s ours too.” There was a sound of a lighter clicking and Pete’s concerned sigh. “Oh shut up. It’s only an after sex cigarette.” Andy pressed a little closer and Patrick finally understood why the others always talked about being woken up with sex. Patrick was sure Andy was awake; his hands were moving across Patrick’s stomach and his mouth was pressed against Patrick’s neck, smiling.
“It’s a bit late for that. And it’s a bit early for that shit.” Patrick heard a ’Whatever, you love it’ and some sounds he didn’t know if he wanted to hear from two of his best friends.
“How long have you been awake?” Andy’s voice came from just below his ear. This time, it was him that was being spoken to. His hands had stopped and were resting just below Patrick’s belly button. Patrick didn’t know what to do - fuckyesthisisMORElikeit - but opened his eyes all the same. There was nothing different about the van ceiling, but in his peripheral vision were two bodies and the side of Andy’s head.
Joe pulled Patrick's head to the side, cut off his eye contact with Pete. "You've been staring at each other far too long. Now, I need something from you..." Saying nothing more, Joe slipped in front of Pete. Patrick, however intoxicated he was, got the idea and pulled Joe a little closer. He wasn't very good at this at the best of times, but Joe seemed to be enjoying it.
“A while, I mean, long enough. So, we..?” He couldn’t really finish because honestly, Patrick didn’t really know. Andy laughed, his mouth vibrating against Patrick’s neck. His lips were wet and his scruff was scratching Patrick’s shoulder.
“We… Yes, we fucked.” Patrick almost recoiled at the bluntness, but stopped himself. That wouldn’t look good. Not when his thoughts were telling him to stop talking and get on with it. “It’s taken us a long time to decide whether to include you and then, well, to get you to do it.” Patrick blushed a little. What with the flashes of memory and the events in the bus this morning, he was learning a lot about his band mates. “You were good, by the way. But you may want to pay more attention to Pete in future. He felt a little put out. He even pouted.” Andy’s hand was moving again, and Patrick turned to his head to look at the two on the other side of the van. They were only two feet away, but that was far enough.
Patrick's eyes stole away from Joe's hair, entangled in his hand, to watch the two on the other side of the bus. Andy's eyes were closed and head tilted back, an invitation to bite. Pete wasn't taking it, and was instead staring Patrick down. Patrick couldn't keep his eyes on Pete, scared that he would see something more than lust. This was getting a bit too complicated. But still, Joe was doing a mighty fine job.
No hands were straying, but they were both naked and moving in time with each other. As Patrick looked over them, he found that Pete’s eyes connected with his and then flicked downwards. Too far down. Andy apparently was looking at the same thing; his hand was wandering down, through the hair and over the base of his - haandystouchingmyCOCKminefuckingwicked - dick. This was probably one of the most confusing mornings ever. And then, because he couldn’t help it, he moaned. He could feel Andy smile into his smile and he pushed up against the hand.
“I think we needn’t have got him drunk.” Andy laughed against him again, then leaning up to look over him at the others Patrick could see him properly now. He had an almost-grin on his face. When Andy looked down, he found Patrick studying his face. Patrick determined that he had never really looked at Andy. He knew the face well enough, but he had never realised how gorgeous he could be. But that may have been because Andy had never been doing this to him. “Hiya Pat. How you doing down there?” Patrick smiled and craned his neck up, suddenly wanted to kiss Andy. Andy, his drummer, who was jerking him off. Yes, that seemed about right. The other man let him strain for a moment before leaning down to kiss him. Kiss may have been the wrong word; devour suiting what Andy was doing a little better.
He could still feel Pete’s eyes on him. It had to be Pete, Joe didn’t stare that intensely. He pulled back a little, only to have Andy move away completely. Patrick squeaked a little, upset, until he felt a pair of hands on his thighs. Andy had moved over him, towards Joe, to watch. Patrick looked down to see Pete kneeling between his spread legs, although he hadn’t realised that they has been spread at all.
Once Patrick had thought it was all over, feeling thoroughly spent, he laid down between Joe and Andy. They were warmer than he had expected and he wriggled for a moment to find a good spot. After a moment, Andy gripped his hips and stopped him moving. He heard a sigh from the other side of the van, but disregarded it, being far too tired to bother with anything other than sleep.
The inner teenager was just screaming in delight. Something along the lines of blowjobhesPETEfromRACETRAITORandhesgonna... He supposed the boy had fainted at this point, because nothing coherent was coming through. Patrick smiled down at him, unable to do much more and allowed Pete to lick and suck and do whatever he was going to do. Patrick was pretty sure he was going to get off at least once this morning before being told about why last night had happened. He was thinking about faking memory loss and asking for a demonstration.
“Pat…” whined Pete. He wanted all of Patrick’s attention on him. Patrick reached down and threaded his hand into Pete’s hair, rubbing against his scalp. Pete smiled and closed his eyes for a moment before continuing. Patrick was quite glad of this fact. He looked across to the other pair, to see Joe rolling a condom down Andy’s dick. This surprised him, not having expected to see much more than what Pete was doing. A feeling in his abdomen was spreading downwards, as he watched the other pair and felt Pete under his hand.
“Pete, Pete… I’m” He tried to warn, but Pete just worked harder. He hadn’t expected this part. Patrick didn’t really know what he had thought would have replaced it, but this hadn’t been in his ideas. Pete did pull off though, still helping him along. A box of tissues appeared from nowhere really and a ball of them was chucked into a corner a few seconds later.
Pete clambered up over him, resting his arms on his chest, then his head on those. Patrick smiled down, in post coital bliss, or whatever bliss he could hold onto. The others were being louder than he had, but he supposed that they were used to being able to do so.
“So, fun?” said Pete. Patrick laughed and nodded, laying his head back. His hand was still in Pete’s hair and he scratched his fingers over Pete’s scalp, knowing he enjoyed it. “I just… well… thanks for being ok with you know, all this. It’s a bit much to take it. I know.” Pete moved one of his arms to lay is head on Patrick's chest, kissing it lightly.
“It was going to happen someday. I’m kinda surprised that it didn’t happen earlier. But, apparently, I have to be drunk to be told.” Pete laughed and closed his eyes. He reached out an arm and pulled one of the crumpled sleeping bags over himself and most of Patrick.
The world didn’t all make sense and there was no big realisation. There was no great conclusion as he slipped off into a light sleep. It had happened and well, at least he was still warm. Albeit it was because his bassist was spread across him, but he was warm.
A/N: Out of the two stories from this prompt, this was my first and favourite idea... not the sex but the flashbacks and teenage Patrick and the situation. Sometimes it just happens like that.
The second one (It is essentially the second one, not the first as posted)is better written, partially because of the use of two Betas, but this one was inspired. And I think that counts for a lot more.
Author:do_come_in
Band:Fall Out Boy
Pairing/Characters: GSF - Joe, Pete, Patrick, Andy
Rating/Category: NC17/Slash - Probably
Prompt: Van Days
Disclaimer: Just like Pride and Prejudice, Guys and Dolls and Doctor Who, this is fiction. Therefore not real.
Summary: The Morning After
Beta: Such a little star, Malory/iwontbedenied
Notes/Warnings: Implied drug use (Minor), Van Sex, Drunkenness, Implied Planning, Swearing, An insight into teenage Patrick. The van in this has got two bench seats (which aren't involved), one of which can be folded down. The events take place in the back of the van which has no equipment in it as it is still in the venue (which I totally just made up).
Patrick sniffed and rolled over, only to find that there was really nowhere to roll. A leg was thrown across his hips and two bodies were curled against him. It was less surprising than it should have been, but after two - nearer three, but certainly too long - months on the road, no-one really noticed the lack of space in the van. Even so, this morning - or afternoon, there weren't enough clocks in the van for Patrick's liking - he became aware of the small differences. He wasn’t half wrapped in his own sleeping bag, his t-shirt wasn’t riding up like always and no-one’s foot was in his face.
Instead, he could feel breathing; soft, calm breathing, which was unusual for the van where snoring was common practice. He didn’t want to open his eyes, because something felt wrong and he wasn’t sure what to do about it. Although he was technically an adult, inside his own brain, he still thought like a 17 year old. A spotty, chubby, unsure 17 year old, who didn’t know Pete, other than ohmygoditsPETEfromRACETRAITOR. At some point, he remembers feeling the same way about Andy, but not so much. Andy was never as epic as Pete was. By epic, he meant fucking mental, of course.
His 17 year old self was telling him that he was naked and that was fucking wicked because it meant he had gotten laid. His 20-something self was telling him that being naked in this van was not a good idea, but at least his ass didn’t hurt. Well, much.
“Mmm.” The leg was moving, not away, but tightening around him. It wasn’t Pete, at least. The leg wasn’t skinny enough. He wasn’t sure whether this was good or not, but it was something to hold onto. The bodies on either side of him were naked - ohmygodNAKEDigotLAID - but he was certain that they were not female bodies. He was definite. At some point, he would have to open his eyes and see what was going on and whether he still has balls. It felt like he did, but you never know.
"Fuck, do that again." Patrick bit down lightly once again, listening to the man beneath him. He could feel someone else's hands on his hips, but didn't really think about that. Not when Andy was pulling his hat of and threading his fingers through Patrick's hair. He couldn't manage to voice what would hapen if Andy tugged. Patrick could only gasp and-
“Morning” A whisper came from the other side of the van. He was sure it wasn’t talking to him; he hadn’t moved since waking and that was usually good enough for the other three. He stayed still and let one of the others next to him move. He could feel the movement against him, but the leg didn’t move.
“Good morning Pete” It was Joe, he was sure it was Joe. It was too early for Andy to be that coherent. Probably. “You seen those two?” Pete giggled in answer and Patrick could tell he knew what was going on. “Kinda hot. Ok, very hot, but still.” Patrick wasn’t exactly surprised per se, just… taken aback. Joe and Pete could have conversations like that, albeit one-sided, whilst Andy was apparently wrapped around him.
“Last night was fun, wasn’t it?” There was Pete’s voice again, slightly muffled, probably covered by some part of Joe’s skin. Patrick didn’t really want to know where. “I can’t believe Patrick gave in. After years of hitting on him, and Andy gets to him. Well, whatever, at least we got there in the end.” Joe laughed, deep and truthful, a complete contrast to Pete’s high giggle.
Patrick was rolled over by the hands on his hips. He was met by the sight of a naked, grinning Pete. "You have no idea..." Pete began as he leaned down to kiss Patrick. "... how long I've been waiting to get you like this." Patrick giggled a little at how strange his best friend sounded. His laughter was cut off by a growl and Pete sliding up over his body so Patrick could feel-"
“Pete, stop being fucking jealous and just be happy about it. He may be your Patrick, but he’s ours too.” There was a sound of a lighter clicking and Pete’s concerned sigh. “Oh shut up. It’s only an after sex cigarette.” Andy pressed a little closer and Patrick finally understood why the others always talked about being woken up with sex. Patrick was sure Andy was awake; his hands were moving across Patrick’s stomach and his mouth was pressed against Patrick’s neck, smiling.
“It’s a bit late for that. And it’s a bit early for that shit.” Patrick heard a ’Whatever, you love it’ and some sounds he didn’t know if he wanted to hear from two of his best friends.
“How long have you been awake?” Andy’s voice came from just below his ear. This time, it was him that was being spoken to. His hands had stopped and were resting just below Patrick’s belly button. Patrick didn’t know what to do - fuckyesthisisMORElikeit - but opened his eyes all the same. There was nothing different about the van ceiling, but in his peripheral vision were two bodies and the side of Andy’s head.
Joe pulled Patrick's head to the side, cut off his eye contact with Pete. "You've been staring at each other far too long. Now, I need something from you..." Saying nothing more, Joe slipped in front of Pete. Patrick, however intoxicated he was, got the idea and pulled Joe a little closer. He wasn't very good at this at the best of times, but Joe seemed to be enjoying it.
“A while, I mean, long enough. So, we..?” He couldn’t really finish because honestly, Patrick didn’t really know. Andy laughed, his mouth vibrating against Patrick’s neck. His lips were wet and his scruff was scratching Patrick’s shoulder.
“We… Yes, we fucked.” Patrick almost recoiled at the bluntness, but stopped himself. That wouldn’t look good. Not when his thoughts were telling him to stop talking and get on with it. “It’s taken us a long time to decide whether to include you and then, well, to get you to do it.” Patrick blushed a little. What with the flashes of memory and the events in the bus this morning, he was learning a lot about his band mates. “You were good, by the way. But you may want to pay more attention to Pete in future. He felt a little put out. He even pouted.” Andy’s hand was moving again, and Patrick turned to his head to look at the two on the other side of the van. They were only two feet away, but that was far enough.
Patrick's eyes stole away from Joe's hair, entangled in his hand, to watch the two on the other side of the bus. Andy's eyes were closed and head tilted back, an invitation to bite. Pete wasn't taking it, and was instead staring Patrick down. Patrick couldn't keep his eyes on Pete, scared that he would see something more than lust. This was getting a bit too complicated. But still, Joe was doing a mighty fine job.
No hands were straying, but they were both naked and moving in time with each other. As Patrick looked over them, he found that Pete’s eyes connected with his and then flicked downwards. Too far down. Andy apparently was looking at the same thing; his hand was wandering down, through the hair and over the base of his - haandystouchingmyCOCKminefuckingwicked - dick. This was probably one of the most confusing mornings ever. And then, because he couldn’t help it, he moaned. He could feel Andy smile into his smile and he pushed up against the hand.
“I think we needn’t have got him drunk.” Andy laughed against him again, then leaning up to look over him at the others Patrick could see him properly now. He had an almost-grin on his face. When Andy looked down, he found Patrick studying his face. Patrick determined that he had never really looked at Andy. He knew the face well enough, but he had never realised how gorgeous he could be. But that may have been because Andy had never been doing this to him. “Hiya Pat. How you doing down there?” Patrick smiled and craned his neck up, suddenly wanted to kiss Andy. Andy, his drummer, who was jerking him off. Yes, that seemed about right. The other man let him strain for a moment before leaning down to kiss him. Kiss may have been the wrong word; devour suiting what Andy was doing a little better.
He could still feel Pete’s eyes on him. It had to be Pete, Joe didn’t stare that intensely. He pulled back a little, only to have Andy move away completely. Patrick squeaked a little, upset, until he felt a pair of hands on his thighs. Andy had moved over him, towards Joe, to watch. Patrick looked down to see Pete kneeling between his spread legs, although he hadn’t realised that they has been spread at all.
Once Patrick had thought it was all over, feeling thoroughly spent, he laid down between Joe and Andy. They were warmer than he had expected and he wriggled for a moment to find a good spot. After a moment, Andy gripped his hips and stopped him moving. He heard a sigh from the other side of the van, but disregarded it, being far too tired to bother with anything other than sleep.
The inner teenager was just screaming in delight. Something along the lines of blowjobhesPETEfromRACETRAITORandhesgonna... He supposed the boy had fainted at this point, because nothing coherent was coming through. Patrick smiled down at him, unable to do much more and allowed Pete to lick and suck and do whatever he was going to do. Patrick was pretty sure he was going to get off at least once this morning before being told about why last night had happened. He was thinking about faking memory loss and asking for a demonstration.
“Pat…” whined Pete. He wanted all of Patrick’s attention on him. Patrick reached down and threaded his hand into Pete’s hair, rubbing against his scalp. Pete smiled and closed his eyes for a moment before continuing. Patrick was quite glad of this fact. He looked across to the other pair, to see Joe rolling a condom down Andy’s dick. This surprised him, not having expected to see much more than what Pete was doing. A feeling in his abdomen was spreading downwards, as he watched the other pair and felt Pete under his hand.
“Pete, Pete… I’m” He tried to warn, but Pete just worked harder. He hadn’t expected this part. Patrick didn’t really know what he had thought would have replaced it, but this hadn’t been in his ideas. Pete did pull off though, still helping him along. A box of tissues appeared from nowhere really and a ball of them was chucked into a corner a few seconds later.
Pete clambered up over him, resting his arms on his chest, then his head on those. Patrick smiled down, in post coital bliss, or whatever bliss he could hold onto. The others were being louder than he had, but he supposed that they were used to being able to do so.
“So, fun?” said Pete. Patrick laughed and nodded, laying his head back. His hand was still in Pete’s hair and he scratched his fingers over Pete’s scalp, knowing he enjoyed it. “I just… well… thanks for being ok with you know, all this. It’s a bit much to take it. I know.” Pete moved one of his arms to lay is head on Patrick's chest, kissing it lightly.
“It was going to happen someday. I’m kinda surprised that it didn’t happen earlier. But, apparently, I have to be drunk to be told.” Pete laughed and closed his eyes. He reached out an arm and pulled one of the crumpled sleeping bags over himself and most of Patrick.
The world didn’t all make sense and there was no big realisation. There was no great conclusion as he slipped off into a light sleep. It had happened and well, at least he was still warm. Albeit it was because his bassist was spread across him, but he was warm.
A/N: Out of the two stories from this prompt, this was my first and favourite idea... not the sex but the flashbacks and teenage Patrick and the situation. Sometimes it just happens like that.
The second one (It is essentially the second one, not the first as posted)is better written, partially because of the use of two Betas, but this one was inspired. And I think that counts for a lot more.