Fic!!!!
I wrote this for pfor who sounded like they *really* wanted fic and needed a little cheering up!!!!
Title:Pete never liked Justin Timberlake
Rating: a very soft NC-17
Summary: At first when Pete discovered Patricks little kink he thought it was sweet.
AN: Enjoy!
At first when Pete discovered Patrick’s little kink, he thought it was sweet. It started with Patrick turning up the radio whenever his songs would come on, Patrick claimed it was because ‘Everyone was talking so god damn loud.’
Pete thought it was a little weird when he sat down to listen to Patrick’s Ipod, like he always does because the dude is like a musical genius and Pete needs to be part of that. So, Pete settles himself on the couch earphones plugged in ready to go, only to hear Justin fucking Timberlake singing Cry me a river when Pete plays Patrick’s favorites.
But what really makes Pete freak the fuck out is when he checks Patrick’s history on his computer.
“Pete can you repeat that please, preferably in English,’ Andy laughed.
“He knows how I feel about that fucker. He just knows man, its way past the point of acceptable.”
Andy sighs loudly into the phone. “These are your options Pete; you can calm the fuck down, or you can call me tomorrow at a decent hour.”
“Sorry dude, it’s just. Its Timberlake, you know? And Patrick is totally mooning over him.”
Pete would be the first to admit to anyone that he is a nosy asshole, hell that’s how he introduces himself, ‘Hi, I’m Pete and I’m a nosy asshole.’ And being nosy was exactly what he was doing when he checked Patrick’s history.
“Patrick, my Patrick was gawking over pictures of Timberlake on his computer.”
Andy snorted into the phone before saying, “And you know this how?”
“I checked his memory.” Patrick could definitely be a sneaky fucker when he needed to be so; and that is why Pete considered checking up on his boyfriend’s activities to be normal behavior. “Don’t scoff man, I can hear you.”
Patrick had become skittish lately, always jumping when Pete was near, ending phone calls abruptly when Pete entered the room and closing the windows screen when he would try to peer over Patrick’s shoulder.
“You sound kind of mega crazy Pete.”
“Well you would be too if Timberlake was trying to steal your man, with his slick dance moves and funky fedoras.”
“Justin is trying to steal Patrick? Isn’t Patrick the one downloading his photos?” Andy laughed.
“The guy is slime.” Pete decided, “Trying to get his hands on Patrick.”
Well, Pete wasn’t about to let that happen. Sure Timberlake may have a few muscles on Pete, but Pete has an army of cut band boys who would fight for such a worthy cause.
“Good night Pete,” Andy yawned.
“What? Dude, you can’t hang up now. We have cause Patrick to plan!”
The next day after their show, Pete cornered Patrick backstage.
“So, if I gave you the chance to have a one night stand, with boundaries, would you do it?”
“What sort of boundaries?” Patrick asked.
“No fucking.” Yeah definitely no sex, Pete thought, and now that he thought about it no blow jobs, “And no blow jobs.”
Snorting Patrick said, “Well Pete, that wouldn’t be a one night stand would it? It sounds more like a thirteen year old girl’s sleepover.”
Pete pushed Patrick’s shoulders into the wall, leaning his body into Patrick’s, “My rules Patrick,” Pete whispered into his ear. “My rules are no fucking, no sucking and no touching. And I get to pick with who,” Pete finished, moving his hard Cock over Patrick’s slowly.
Pete moved his face closer to Patrick’s, to lick the sweat off his brow. That’s right Pete was making Patrick sweat not that Timberlake character.
“Pete, what’s this all about?” Patrick asked. His eye’s large, Questioning.
“Not much Trick.” Pete ground longer into Patrick, after hearing a sweet moan fall from his lips. “I’m just wondering if you would agree to a one night stand.”
Pete watched Patrick through half lidded eyes; his hat was askew, lips pink from being kissed, eyes wide at seeing Pete this way.
“No. No, I wouldn’t.”
Pete beamed happily, sliding his hand over Patrick’s bulge, Pete cups him in his hand creating more friction. Pete’s lips capture Patrick’s in a sound kiss, while continuing to move faster and harder against him.
Panting heavily, his breath loud Pete asks, “You only want me?”
“Only you Pete,” Patrick gasped, his head thrown back against the wall.
Justin Timberlake can go and get fucked.
Pete lost all control when he accidentally heard a conversation between Patrick and Brendon.
“What about his arms?” Brendon asked, “I bet he would hold you all night long.”
Pete felt his chest tighten, while memories of past relationships flooded his eyes.
“I bet he leaves hickeys huh? He looks kind of kinky like that. Wanting to mark you,” Brendon giggled.
Pete’s anger grows when he watches Patrick blush, “I’ll take that as a yes Patrick!” Brendon laughed.
And who the fuck is leaving marks on Patrick?
“Is he a top? He looks like a top,” Brendon asked excitedly.
“Not that it’s any of your business Urie, but yes he is.”
Pete couldn’t stand by any longer, he wanted answers damn it! “What the fuck Patrick?” Pete yelled.
Brendon gasped covering his mouth, looking suitably guilty, “Pete hi,” he attempted lamely.
Pete held a hand up at Brendon to shut him up, “So Patrick, would you care to tell me how it feels to have this guy top you?”
Patrick’s shocked face soon turns into a frown, “Pete? What are you talking about?”
“This person you’re fucking. How does it feel?” Pete asked. At this Brendon laughs loudly, “Shut it Urie,” Pete snapped.
“Pete you are acting like a jerk,” Patrick said, his face flushed red.
“I’m a jerk Patrick? You’re the one fucking some other dude,” he yelled.
“Hey, Pete man. Pete you’ve got it all wrong dude,’ Brendon said, but was quickly silenced by Pete’s snarl.
“Pete you ass, we were talking about you,” Patrick said exasperated.
Well that wasn’t expected Pete thought, “Sure Patrick, right.”
“I’m serious Pete you are the only one I’m fucking you stupid asshole.”
For the first time in his life Pete didn’t know what to say, “Seriously Pete. Is that why you’ve been acting all weird? You thought I was cheating on you?”
“I thought you were having an affair with Justin Timberlake,” saying it aloud made Pete feel foolish.
Patrick laughed until he was doubled over crying; Brendon stared at Patrick, his eyes wide, “Oh man. That would be just so hot to see Patrick and Justin. Oh, just wow.”
“Well it sounds stupid now, but you were acting all weird with your computer, and I thought...”
“What? That I was getting sexed up by Timberlake? Besides, I wasn’t the one acting strange, you were hovering around me like a worried mother.”
“Justin would be like all golden, and Patrick is like way creamy. Justin would be pushy too! Can you imagine Patrick looking up at him with bright wide eyes?” Brendon said to no one in particular, his eyes glazed over.
“Brendon get out man. And would you please go jerk off in another room,” Pete snapped.
Pete waited until Urie had flounced out of the room to continue, “You have all of his music on your Ipod. It’s just kind of strange.”
Patrick snorted, “And your wiggles collection is totally normal right?”
Pete smiled at Patrick, “Research purposes, Patrick. I told you this,” Pete took Patrick’s hand in his, kissing each finger separately. “Forgive me for being a nosy asshole?”
“You’re not just a nosy asshole, you’re also a jerk. But yes I forgive you.”
Title:Pete never liked Justin Timberlake
Rating: a very soft NC-17
Summary: At first when Pete discovered Patricks little kink he thought it was sweet.
AN: Enjoy!
At first when Pete discovered Patrick’s little kink, he thought it was sweet. It started with Patrick turning up the radio whenever his songs would come on, Patrick claimed it was because ‘Everyone was talking so god damn loud.’
Pete thought it was a little weird when he sat down to listen to Patrick’s Ipod, like he always does because the dude is like a musical genius and Pete needs to be part of that. So, Pete settles himself on the couch earphones plugged in ready to go, only to hear Justin fucking Timberlake singing Cry me a river when Pete plays Patrick’s favorites.
But what really makes Pete freak the fuck out is when he checks Patrick’s history on his computer.
“Pete can you repeat that please, preferably in English,’ Andy laughed.
“He knows how I feel about that fucker. He just knows man, its way past the point of acceptable.”
Andy sighs loudly into the phone. “These are your options Pete; you can calm the fuck down, or you can call me tomorrow at a decent hour.”
“Sorry dude, it’s just. Its Timberlake, you know? And Patrick is totally mooning over him.”
Pete would be the first to admit to anyone that he is a nosy asshole, hell that’s how he introduces himself, ‘Hi, I’m Pete and I’m a nosy asshole.’ And being nosy was exactly what he was doing when he checked Patrick’s history.
“Patrick, my Patrick was gawking over pictures of Timberlake on his computer.”
Andy snorted into the phone before saying, “And you know this how?”
“I checked his memory.” Patrick could definitely be a sneaky fucker when he needed to be so; and that is why Pete considered checking up on his boyfriend’s activities to be normal behavior. “Don’t scoff man, I can hear you.”
Patrick had become skittish lately, always jumping when Pete was near, ending phone calls abruptly when Pete entered the room and closing the windows screen when he would try to peer over Patrick’s shoulder.
“You sound kind of mega crazy Pete.”
“Well you would be too if Timberlake was trying to steal your man, with his slick dance moves and funky fedoras.”
“Justin is trying to steal Patrick? Isn’t Patrick the one downloading his photos?” Andy laughed.
“The guy is slime.” Pete decided, “Trying to get his hands on Patrick.”
Well, Pete wasn’t about to let that happen. Sure Timberlake may have a few muscles on Pete, but Pete has an army of cut band boys who would fight for such a worthy cause.
“Good night Pete,” Andy yawned.
“What? Dude, you can’t hang up now. We have cause Patrick to plan!”
The next day after their show, Pete cornered Patrick backstage.
“So, if I gave you the chance to have a one night stand, with boundaries, would you do it?”
“What sort of boundaries?” Patrick asked.
“No fucking.” Yeah definitely no sex, Pete thought, and now that he thought about it no blow jobs, “And no blow jobs.”
Snorting Patrick said, “Well Pete, that wouldn’t be a one night stand would it? It sounds more like a thirteen year old girl’s sleepover.”
Pete pushed Patrick’s shoulders into the wall, leaning his body into Patrick’s, “My rules Patrick,” Pete whispered into his ear. “My rules are no fucking, no sucking and no touching. And I get to pick with who,” Pete finished, moving his hard Cock over Patrick’s slowly.
Pete moved his face closer to Patrick’s, to lick the sweat off his brow. That’s right Pete was making Patrick sweat not that Timberlake character.
“Pete, what’s this all about?” Patrick asked. His eye’s large, Questioning.
“Not much Trick.” Pete ground longer into Patrick, after hearing a sweet moan fall from his lips. “I’m just wondering if you would agree to a one night stand.”
Pete watched Patrick through half lidded eyes; his hat was askew, lips pink from being kissed, eyes wide at seeing Pete this way.
“No. No, I wouldn’t.”
Pete beamed happily, sliding his hand over Patrick’s bulge, Pete cups him in his hand creating more friction. Pete’s lips capture Patrick’s in a sound kiss, while continuing to move faster and harder against him.
Panting heavily, his breath loud Pete asks, “You only want me?”
“Only you Pete,” Patrick gasped, his head thrown back against the wall.
Justin Timberlake can go and get fucked.
Pete lost all control when he accidentally heard a conversation between Patrick and Brendon.
“What about his arms?” Brendon asked, “I bet he would hold you all night long.”
Pete felt his chest tighten, while memories of past relationships flooded his eyes.
“I bet he leaves hickeys huh? He looks kind of kinky like that. Wanting to mark you,” Brendon giggled.
Pete’s anger grows when he watches Patrick blush, “I’ll take that as a yes Patrick!” Brendon laughed.
And who the fuck is leaving marks on Patrick?
“Is he a top? He looks like a top,” Brendon asked excitedly.
“Not that it’s any of your business Urie, but yes he is.”
Pete couldn’t stand by any longer, he wanted answers damn it! “What the fuck Patrick?” Pete yelled.
Brendon gasped covering his mouth, looking suitably guilty, “Pete hi,” he attempted lamely.
Pete held a hand up at Brendon to shut him up, “So Patrick, would you care to tell me how it feels to have this guy top you?”
Patrick’s shocked face soon turns into a frown, “Pete? What are you talking about?”
“This person you’re fucking. How does it feel?” Pete asked. At this Brendon laughs loudly, “Shut it Urie,” Pete snapped.
“Pete you are acting like a jerk,” Patrick said, his face flushed red.
“I’m a jerk Patrick? You’re the one fucking some other dude,” he yelled.
“Hey, Pete man. Pete you’ve got it all wrong dude,’ Brendon said, but was quickly silenced by Pete’s snarl.
“Pete you ass, we were talking about you,” Patrick said exasperated.
Well that wasn’t expected Pete thought, “Sure Patrick, right.”
“I’m serious Pete you are the only one I’m fucking you stupid asshole.”
For the first time in his life Pete didn’t know what to say, “Seriously Pete. Is that why you’ve been acting all weird? You thought I was cheating on you?”
“I thought you were having an affair with Justin Timberlake,” saying it aloud made Pete feel foolish.
Patrick laughed until he was doubled over crying; Brendon stared at Patrick, his eyes wide, “Oh man. That would be just so hot to see Patrick and Justin. Oh, just wow.”
“Well it sounds stupid now, but you were acting all weird with your computer, and I thought...”
“What? That I was getting sexed up by Timberlake? Besides, I wasn’t the one acting strange, you were hovering around me like a worried mother.”
“Justin would be like all golden, and Patrick is like way creamy. Justin would be pushy too! Can you imagine Patrick looking up at him with bright wide eyes?” Brendon said to no one in particular, his eyes glazed over.
“Brendon get out man. And would you please go jerk off in another room,” Pete snapped.
Pete waited until Urie had flounced out of the room to continue, “You have all of his music on your Ipod. It’s just kind of strange.”
Patrick snorted, “And your wiggles collection is totally normal right?”
Pete smiled at Patrick, “Research purposes, Patrick. I told you this,” Pete took Patrick’s hand in his, kissing each finger separately. “Forgive me for being a nosy asshole?”
“You’re not just a nosy asshole, you’re also a jerk. But yes I forgive you.”