kink_bingo: The one where Patrick is in charge
Still on the road to reach another packed venue, Patrick wants revenge.
Revenge for what, you may ask. Well, it involves Pete, of course: Pete and his big mouth that he used only to tease Patrick, talking and talking dirty and dirtier, without using it for a better purpose -blowing Patrick, that is. Patrick had to use his own hand, after it, and now wants his bassist, slash fuck buddy, slash secret boyfriend, to pay for it.
Taking advantage of a stop on the road to let everybody stretch a bit, Patrick halts Pete right before he steps off the bus.
“I need to talk to you,” the ginger says, filling those simple words with a seductive tone that also means ‘don’t you dare to argue with me’. Pete must feel the undertone and finds himself half hard already, because he loves when Patrick acts quite like the ‘bad cop’.
Following the singer in the back lounge, Pete doesn’t take his eyes off the other’s ass - so round, so perfect! He wants to bang it right now -, but quickly moves his gaze up when Patrick suddenly turns and looks at Pete, looks at him with his flaming green eyes.
“Y-Yes?” Pete gulps. Patrick glares, stepping towards him a bit.
“You’ve been very mean earlier, Peter,” Patrick’s voice is slow as honey, also as thick as it, but not quite as sweet, “You turned me on and left me like that. Kneel down,” he orders, stepping forward to lock the door.
Pete accomplishes, never taking his eyes off Patrick.
“Well, well. Quoting you, I can’t resist your tight ass, am I right?” the singer states, Pete nods slowly, “You’ve been a very bad boy, though, teasing me without giving me a treat, and I don’t think I want to fuck you,” he finally declares.
Pete widens his eyes in horror at such an outlook; he had to expect a similar threaten but…he actually didn’t.
Patrick gingerly rubs a foot against Pete’s hardening cock, stares into his eyes while the bassist is humping his leg, silently begging for more.
“Oh, no, dear sir, you won’t get it so easily,” the singer assures in a mischievous tone, stopping to move his foot.
“P-Please, Patrick, I…” Pete looks up at the younger man, holding onto his leg to help himself get more friction.
Patrick grabs Pete’s jaw to look more intensely in his eyes and bends to lay a hand on Pete’s belt more easily.
“You what?” he asks slyly, working the belt and the fly open, “What do you want, Peter?”
Pete shivers: that’s the power of Patrick’s voice on him, and he loves how the singer makes his inherited name (what a curse, he’s the third Peter Wentz in a row) sound hot. He could actually come only listening to Patrick’s voice, which is always heavenly to listen to, but it’s in moments like this that is at its best, so attractively dangerous and so dangerously attractive.
Patrick kneels to get more at level with Pete and wraps his hand around the bassist’s stiff cock (he isn’t wearing any underwear, the fucker), leaning closer to him to whisper huskily, “What do you want.”
He doesn’t move his hand and it’s driving Pete crazy, enough to start humping his hand now.
“Please, Patrick, please,” he pants, his face extremely close to Patrick’s, but he doesn’t dare to fill the already small gap with a kiss because that little bitch would stop any contact just to taunt Pete.
Patrick’s grin brushes against Pete’s cheek before he starts kissing Pete’s strong jaw line and at the same time pumping his penis.
“Oh, oh yes, Patrick, ah,” Pete is thrusting his hips with Patrick’s hand erratic rhythm, moaning like a cheap whore -Patrick’s voice brings him on edge, okay?
The singer stops.
“Nnnngh, no, don’t stop, Trickster, please, oh, please,” Pete whines, grabbing Patrick’s wrist to make him jerk him off again.
Patrick smiles deviously
“I-I need…please, Patrick, I need more,” he begs, turning his face to be able to kiss the ginger properly.
“Better wait for hotel night, the others may arrive soon and I don’t want to scare them,” Patrick suggests, giving a last artful tug that makes Pete come in his jeans, and kisses Pete fondly.
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“Thank fuck,” Andy and Joe exhale from the bunk area.
[sequel: The one where they need a hand]