Bandslash: Brendon/Patrick
Title: Sometimes
Fandom: Bandslash
Pairing: Brendon/Patrick
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 536
Summary: For bandom_100 prompt 036: Friends.
Notes: Thanks to the wonderful chopsticknoodle for the beta. My prompt table is here.
“Sometimes Pete and Ryan fuck,” Brendon says mildly. Patrick takes a good minute to just stare at him, because other than stating the obvious, Brendon’s brought up a whole bunch of things he doesn’t want to think about. Mainly two of his friends having sex on the tour bus.
“Uh yeah,” he finally says. Because what do you even say to that? They sure do! seems a bit much. So he shrugs and turns back to the TV, trying to ignore the boy to his left.
“We could too, if you wanted to...” Brendon mutters, half into his hands as he turns to look at Patrick. His eyes are wide and so is his smile, and Patrick doesn’t even think before nodding.
And then Brendon’s in his lap, straddling his hips as he crushes their mouths together. Patrick isn’t sure where to put his hands, but settles them on Brendon’s hips, trying his best not to fuck this up. Pete is good at fooling around with younger boys, but Patrick apparently isn’t.
“You’re thinking too loud,” Brendon says with a pout as he pulls back. His lips are red and swollen, and he bites down on them before wiggling his eyebrows and tugging his shirt over his head. Patrick makes a small protest when Brendon lifts up his shirt, but it fizzles out as soon as Brendon’s mouth is on his collarbone.
It’s all Patrick can do to cling to Brendon, tangling his fingers in his hair as they rock together. His jeans are too tight, and Brendon seems to be having the same problem, so he works a hand between them and unbuttons Brendon’s jeans. He makes a choked sound in the back of his throat, thrusting against Patrick’s hand, and Patrick grins before opening his jeans and sliding them over Brendon’s hips.
And then Brendon’s hands are all over him, stroking down his sides before ripping open his jeans and exposing his cock. Patrick expects Brendon to drop to his knees, but he just sits down in his lap again, which is about a thousand times better. Because he has Brendon and Brendon’s cock right against his own, slick and hard as they start moving together.
Brendon doesn’t stop licking Patrick’s neck, latches on to the hollow of his throat as they thrust their hips. Patrick’s panting as he raise his hips and knows it’s going to be over too soon, but doesn’t give a damn. All he cares about is the feeling of Brendon’s mouth on his skin and Brendon’s hips beneath his fingertips.
Brendon hisses right before he comes, splashing across Patrick’s stomach. He bites down on Patrick’s neck when he comes, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh. The sharp sting of it sends Patrick over the edge, crying out wordlessly as he comes in thick bursts between them.
Patrick sits there, covered in come and with Brendon panting harshly in his ear, and tries to figure out what the hell he should say. He’s debating running away or hiding in the bathroom and calling Pete when Brendon nibbles on his earlobe and whispers, “You make me happy,” into his ear.
And yeah, Patrick thinks thing will work out just fine.
Fandom: Bandslash
Pairing: Brendon/Patrick
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 536
Summary: For bandom_100 prompt 036: Friends.
Notes: Thanks to the wonderful chopsticknoodle for the beta. My prompt table is here.
“Sometimes Pete and Ryan fuck,” Brendon says mildly. Patrick takes a good minute to just stare at him, because other than stating the obvious, Brendon’s brought up a whole bunch of things he doesn’t want to think about. Mainly two of his friends having sex on the tour bus.
“Uh yeah,” he finally says. Because what do you even say to that? They sure do! seems a bit much. So he shrugs and turns back to the TV, trying to ignore the boy to his left.
“We could too, if you wanted to...” Brendon mutters, half into his hands as he turns to look at Patrick. His eyes are wide and so is his smile, and Patrick doesn’t even think before nodding.
And then Brendon’s in his lap, straddling his hips as he crushes their mouths together. Patrick isn’t sure where to put his hands, but settles them on Brendon’s hips, trying his best not to fuck this up. Pete is good at fooling around with younger boys, but Patrick apparently isn’t.
“You’re thinking too loud,” Brendon says with a pout as he pulls back. His lips are red and swollen, and he bites down on them before wiggling his eyebrows and tugging his shirt over his head. Patrick makes a small protest when Brendon lifts up his shirt, but it fizzles out as soon as Brendon’s mouth is on his collarbone.
It’s all Patrick can do to cling to Brendon, tangling his fingers in his hair as they rock together. His jeans are too tight, and Brendon seems to be having the same problem, so he works a hand between them and unbuttons Brendon’s jeans. He makes a choked sound in the back of his throat, thrusting against Patrick’s hand, and Patrick grins before opening his jeans and sliding them over Brendon’s hips.
And then Brendon’s hands are all over him, stroking down his sides before ripping open his jeans and exposing his cock. Patrick expects Brendon to drop to his knees, but he just sits down in his lap again, which is about a thousand times better. Because he has Brendon and Brendon’s cock right against his own, slick and hard as they start moving together.
Brendon doesn’t stop licking Patrick’s neck, latches on to the hollow of his throat as they thrust their hips. Patrick’s panting as he raise his hips and knows it’s going to be over too soon, but doesn’t give a damn. All he cares about is the feeling of Brendon’s mouth on his skin and Brendon’s hips beneath his fingertips.
Brendon hisses right before he comes, splashing across Patrick’s stomach. He bites down on Patrick’s neck when he comes, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh. The sharp sting of it sends Patrick over the edge, crying out wordlessly as he comes in thick bursts between them.
Patrick sits there, covered in come and with Brendon panting harshly in his ear, and tries to figure out what the hell he should say. He’s debating running away or hiding in the bathroom and calling Pete when Brendon nibbles on his earlobe and whispers, “You make me happy,” into his ear.
And yeah, Patrick thinks thing will work out just fine.