kink_bingo: On the fly
Pete can’t take his mouth off Patrick: maybe it’s his round luscious mouth, maybe the baby fat still lingering on his figure, maybe the risk to get caught in the pants of his jailbait prodigious singer. Pete can’t take his mouth off Patrick, period.
The 21-years-old bassist was used to younger partners and always loved giving head, whether it was a girl or a boy, in a bar toilet or a venue, with other people around that might hear them or in the relative privacy of his motel room, but Patrick was a magnet. Pete found out that he wasn’t too regretful when he turned out some indecent proposal of one of the many homologated scene kids that packed venues and bars.
Pete has changed. He’s totally gay for Patrick and loves every minute of it, from the risk to be caught with a much younger boy to the mock innocence Patrick shows a minute before they get intimate. Patrick is the best thing that has ever happened to Pete along with the band - they actually came together, so he can’t quite separate them.
But back to the situation at hand, Fall Out Boy’s van is stuck in a gas station in Nowheresville: Andy is trying to convince the mechanic to repair the engine without having to pay with their weight in money, while Joe is picking munchies for the trip. Pete and Patrick are off into one of the gray and decaying stalls, Pete on his knees and Patrick against the creaky door, head thrown behind in bliss.
Pete is eagerly sucking Patrick off, enjoying the weight of the boy’s length on his tongue and the salty taste of precome. He strokes Patrick’s member with decision, licks a long stripe and teases the head with a circular movement of the tip of his tongue, making Patrick groan loudly and punch the stall.
“Oh fffuck, yes, Pete…” Patrick pants, carding his hand in Pete’s hair to push his head and quicken his bobbing pace. The bassist makes a choked yet happy noise in the back of his throat, causing vibrations that go straight through Patrick’s penis, at which the singer hisses in pleasure and slides slightly further down against the door.
“P-Pete I’m gonna come, oh god…” Patrick warns. His heartbeat accelerates, that sensation of contraction in his guts gets almost painfully stronger and he now releases his load, eventually unable to sustain himself on his weaker knees and sits on the cold tiles. Pete has swallowed as much as possible and now kisses the younger guy passionately, letting him taste himself.
“Love you,” he murmurs with hoarse voice.
“Love you too,” Patrick breaths out heavily but with a satisfied smirk.
Pete helps the boy to stand up and does his unzipped pants, guiding him outside to join the rest of the band.
“About time,” Andy scoffs, leant against the hood, “ Do we have to send someone to clean the restroom?”
“It’s no use, it was already dirty,” Pete waves him off, his hand still linked with Patrick’s, who blushes. Ah, Pete loves how adorable this kid is!
“Does the van work, now?” Patrick asks to move the attention off him.
“Yeah…I hope, after all my hard work to bargain for a good price to get the job done,” Andy sneers and hops in the driver seat.
“Are we done?” Joe asks walking out of the station, already munching some of the food he bought.
“Yeah!” Pete beams and opens the door to the back of the van, leaving shotgun for Joe.
And they’re off to another venue, other stage antics, other blowjobs against the wall.
The 21-years-old bassist was used to younger partners and always loved giving head, whether it was a girl or a boy, in a bar toilet or a venue, with other people around that might hear them or in the relative privacy of his motel room, but Patrick was a magnet. Pete found out that he wasn’t too regretful when he turned out some indecent proposal of one of the many homologated scene kids that packed venues and bars.
Pete has changed. He’s totally gay for Patrick and loves every minute of it, from the risk to be caught with a much younger boy to the mock innocence Patrick shows a minute before they get intimate. Patrick is the best thing that has ever happened to Pete along with the band - they actually came together, so he can’t quite separate them.
But back to the situation at hand, Fall Out Boy’s van is stuck in a gas station in Nowheresville: Andy is trying to convince the mechanic to repair the engine without having to pay with their weight in money, while Joe is picking munchies for the trip. Pete and Patrick are off into one of the gray and decaying stalls, Pete on his knees and Patrick against the creaky door, head thrown behind in bliss.
Pete is eagerly sucking Patrick off, enjoying the weight of the boy’s length on his tongue and the salty taste of precome. He strokes Patrick’s member with decision, licks a long stripe and teases the head with a circular movement of the tip of his tongue, making Patrick groan loudly and punch the stall.
“Oh fffuck, yes, Pete…” Patrick pants, carding his hand in Pete’s hair to push his head and quicken his bobbing pace. The bassist makes a choked yet happy noise in the back of his throat, causing vibrations that go straight through Patrick’s penis, at which the singer hisses in pleasure and slides slightly further down against the door.
“P-Pete I’m gonna come, oh god…” Patrick warns. His heartbeat accelerates, that sensation of contraction in his guts gets almost painfully stronger and he now releases his load, eventually unable to sustain himself on his weaker knees and sits on the cold tiles. Pete has swallowed as much as possible and now kisses the younger guy passionately, letting him taste himself.
“Love you,” he murmurs with hoarse voice.
“Love you too,” Patrick breaths out heavily but with a satisfied smirk.
Pete helps the boy to stand up and does his unzipped pants, guiding him outside to join the rest of the band.
“About time,” Andy scoffs, leant against the hood, “ Do we have to send someone to clean the restroom?”
“It’s no use, it was already dirty,” Pete waves him off, his hand still linked with Patrick’s, who blushes. Ah, Pete loves how adorable this kid is!
“Does the van work, now?” Patrick asks to move the attention off him.
“Yeah…I hope, after all my hard work to bargain for a good price to get the job done,” Andy sneers and hops in the driver seat.
“Are we done?” Joe asks walking out of the station, already munching some of the food he bought.
“Yeah!” Pete beams and opens the door to the back of the van, leaving shotgun for Joe.
And they’re off to another venue, other stage antics, other blowjobs against the wall.