Dots [s/a]
Title: Sweets Standalone Series, Part 1: Dots
Author: ribbonsonwrists
Pairing: Andy/Pete
Rating: PG
Word Count: 984
Summary: "For some reason that only Pete would ever know, the slim bassist liked to take food from his tourmates rather than stand in line for the food himself."
Disclaimer: If this is true, Dots are not Vegan.
Author Notes: Dots (especially the pink ones) are the best candy ever.
Andy sat comfortably on the bus, munching happily on his favorite candy. He popped a green Dot into his mouth and chewed it thoughtfully, pushing his glasses up his nose. He set his book down when Pete entered the bus in his usual tornado-like hurry, resigned to not getting any more reading done that day. He stuffed his box of candy in the couch cushion and waited for Pete's inevitable whine.
"I can't believe it. There's no one anywhere around with anything to eat. I went to bug My Chemical Romance, and Frank was stuffing the last of their doughnuts into his face. Jimmy Eat World had eaten their coffee cake, Bert licked the cookie then offered it to me, and I'm staaaaaaaaarving!" Pete complained. It wasn't that there was no food on the Warped Tour. There was. For some reason that only Pete would ever know, the slim bassist liked to take food from his tourmates rather than stand in line for the food himself. Andy shook his head, his auburn hair fanning slightly.
"I dunno what to tell ya, Pete. 'Trick and Joe left about twenty minutes ago to get food, so if you wanna wait..." he was still chewing the Dot as he spoke, which was probably a bad idea, considering both Pete and Andy had the same Dot addiction. Pete smiled at the drummer sweetly.
"Aaaaaandy?"
"Yup?"
"If you had food, you'd tell me, riiiiiiiiight?"
"Yup."
"So d'ya have food?"
"Nope."
"Liar!" Pete pounced on Andy, sending the quieter man's book flying across the bus. "Where are they?! I can't believe you'd lie to me! And about DOTS, man! You know I love them!" He began to tickle Andy, searching him for the small box of candy he'd managed to hide from Pete. Andy giggled, but wasn't letting his secret out.
"I swear, that's the last one, Pete! I'm not kidding, there's no more Dots on the bus!" Pete pouted and slunk off of Andy, frowning at him.
"I'm keeping my eye on you, Mr. Hurley. Just you watch."
Pleased that Pete was leaving him alone for the time being, Andy grabbed his book again and slipped his hand into the couch cushion, plucking a pink Dot out of its box. Just as he was about to pop it into his mouth, Pete attacked. He sat himself squarely in Andy's lap, glaring at him. "You're a liar, Andy." he stated, warm honey brown eyes boring into Andy's despite the effort the other man made to hide behind his glasses. He smiled at Pete and stuck the candy in his mouth.
"Still want it?" he teased.
Pete blinked slowly at Andy. He'd always thought Andy was cute, and kind of figured since he himself was pretty much above the waist gay, Andy knew what he was asking for. He leaned forward and kissed him, the surprise just right to make Andy's mouth fall open enough for Pete to swipe the Dot. Pete tried to pull away, but Andy was holding him there, kissing back, and trying his best to wrestle the candy from Pete. After a moment, the initial shock of one of his best friends kissing him back wore off and he began to fight for the food he'd rightfully stolen. His hands slipped up Andy's chest, and he let out a soft whimper into the drummer's mouth, the battle, for his part, already lost. Andy's hands slid to Pete's waist and before long, he stopped fighting with Pete for the candy, instead choosing to let it melt on their tongues.
A million thoughts ran through Andy's head at the moment, most of them centering on "Oh God, I'm kissing Pete. Oh GOD, he's kissing back. Damn, he's a good kisser." His hands slid up Pete's shirt slowly and he felt Pete's hands tracing his tattoos before he finally pulled away. "Jesus, Pete..." he panted slowly. "You coulda just taken the damned box."
Pete gave him a sly smile and shook his head. "It's more fun this way." he breathed, taking a red Dot and putting up to the drummer's flushed lips. "Come on, Andy. Sharing is caring. And you, uh, care a lot more than you'll let on." he grinned, eyeing Andy's crotch slightly. The drummer was fighting off an erection, and Pete's body in his lap wasn't helping any.
He blushed at the way the slightly younger man's eyes were trained on his crotch. "I... uh. I don't care THAT much, Pete." He tried to move Pete off him, with no luck, and so Andy's thin lips parted, taking the candy into his mouth and pulling Pete to him. This time, neither man really fought the other, and both were content with some gentle but explorative kissing. Pete was slowly pushing Andy down the couch, onto his back and before long, the drummer was holding Pete's hips, trying in vain to stop them from pressing teasingly against his own. "You shouldn't do that Pete." he whispered. "Please don't do that. Oh, don't stop." As much discomfort as Andy felt at being pinned under one of his best friends, he felt much much more at being denied the friction that was keeping him from going insane.
Pete smiled and kissed him again, moving a hand to rub at Andy's denim clothed crotch. Andy's soft pants and whimpers lost themselves in Pete's mouth and he gasped softly. "P-Pete, do you know what you're doing?" his voice never rising above a whisper.
"Andrew John Hurley... I always know what I'm doing." he replied, snagging the box from between the couch cushions and walking off to his bunk, hips swaying and lips smirking.
Author: ribbonsonwrists
Pairing: Andy/Pete
Rating: PG
Word Count: 984
Summary: "For some reason that only Pete would ever know, the slim bassist liked to take food from his tourmates rather than stand in line for the food himself."
Disclaimer: If this is true, Dots are not Vegan.
Author Notes: Dots (especially the pink ones) are the best candy ever.
Andy sat comfortably on the bus, munching happily on his favorite candy. He popped a green Dot into his mouth and chewed it thoughtfully, pushing his glasses up his nose. He set his book down when Pete entered the bus in his usual tornado-like hurry, resigned to not getting any more reading done that day. He stuffed his box of candy in the couch cushion and waited for Pete's inevitable whine.
"I can't believe it. There's no one anywhere around with anything to eat. I went to bug My Chemical Romance, and Frank was stuffing the last of their doughnuts into his face. Jimmy Eat World had eaten their coffee cake, Bert licked the cookie then offered it to me, and I'm staaaaaaaaarving!" Pete complained. It wasn't that there was no food on the Warped Tour. There was. For some reason that only Pete would ever know, the slim bassist liked to take food from his tourmates rather than stand in line for the food himself. Andy shook his head, his auburn hair fanning slightly.
"I dunno what to tell ya, Pete. 'Trick and Joe left about twenty minutes ago to get food, so if you wanna wait..." he was still chewing the Dot as he spoke, which was probably a bad idea, considering both Pete and Andy had the same Dot addiction. Pete smiled at the drummer sweetly.
"Aaaaaandy?"
"Yup?"
"If you had food, you'd tell me, riiiiiiiiight?"
"Yup."
"So d'ya have food?"
"Nope."
"Liar!" Pete pounced on Andy, sending the quieter man's book flying across the bus. "Where are they?! I can't believe you'd lie to me! And about DOTS, man! You know I love them!" He began to tickle Andy, searching him for the small box of candy he'd managed to hide from Pete. Andy giggled, but wasn't letting his secret out.
"I swear, that's the last one, Pete! I'm not kidding, there's no more Dots on the bus!" Pete pouted and slunk off of Andy, frowning at him.
"I'm keeping my eye on you, Mr. Hurley. Just you watch."
Pleased that Pete was leaving him alone for the time being, Andy grabbed his book again and slipped his hand into the couch cushion, plucking a pink Dot out of its box. Just as he was about to pop it into his mouth, Pete attacked. He sat himself squarely in Andy's lap, glaring at him. "You're a liar, Andy." he stated, warm honey brown eyes boring into Andy's despite the effort the other man made to hide behind his glasses. He smiled at Pete and stuck the candy in his mouth.
"Still want it?" he teased.
Pete blinked slowly at Andy. He'd always thought Andy was cute, and kind of figured since he himself was pretty much above the waist gay, Andy knew what he was asking for. He leaned forward and kissed him, the surprise just right to make Andy's mouth fall open enough for Pete to swipe the Dot. Pete tried to pull away, but Andy was holding him there, kissing back, and trying his best to wrestle the candy from Pete. After a moment, the initial shock of one of his best friends kissing him back wore off and he began to fight for the food he'd rightfully stolen. His hands slipped up Andy's chest, and he let out a soft whimper into the drummer's mouth, the battle, for his part, already lost. Andy's hands slid to Pete's waist and before long, he stopped fighting with Pete for the candy, instead choosing to let it melt on their tongues.
A million thoughts ran through Andy's head at the moment, most of them centering on "Oh God, I'm kissing Pete. Oh GOD, he's kissing back. Damn, he's a good kisser." His hands slid up Pete's shirt slowly and he felt Pete's hands tracing his tattoos before he finally pulled away. "Jesus, Pete..." he panted slowly. "You coulda just taken the damned box."
Pete gave him a sly smile and shook his head. "It's more fun this way." he breathed, taking a red Dot and putting up to the drummer's flushed lips. "Come on, Andy. Sharing is caring. And you, uh, care a lot more than you'll let on." he grinned, eyeing Andy's crotch slightly. The drummer was fighting off an erection, and Pete's body in his lap wasn't helping any.
He blushed at the way the slightly younger man's eyes were trained on his crotch. "I... uh. I don't care THAT much, Pete." He tried to move Pete off him, with no luck, and so Andy's thin lips parted, taking the candy into his mouth and pulling Pete to him. This time, neither man really fought the other, and both were content with some gentle but explorative kissing. Pete was slowly pushing Andy down the couch, onto his back and before long, the drummer was holding Pete's hips, trying in vain to stop them from pressing teasingly against his own. "You shouldn't do that Pete." he whispered. "Please don't do that. Oh, don't stop." As much discomfort as Andy felt at being pinned under one of his best friends, he felt much much more at being denied the friction that was keeping him from going insane.
Pete smiled and kissed him again, moving a hand to rub at Andy's denim clothed crotch. Andy's soft pants and whimpers lost themselves in Pete's mouth and he gasped softly. "P-Pete, do you know what you're doing?" his voice never rising above a whisper.
"Andrew John Hurley... I always know what I'm doing." he replied, snagging the box from between the couch cushions and walking off to his bunk, hips swaying and lips smirking.