False Pretense {Standalone}
Title: False Pretense {Standalone}
Summary: Pete looks for a not-so-random late night fuck.
Author: me… mamoo13
Pairing: Gerard/ Pete
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not real.
Author's Notes: Written for the amazing stickyxoxo, who asked for a Gerard/ Wentz story that was, in her words "wham- bam- thank- you- damn," and "icky, sticky, sweaty, and yummy." Hope this works!!
Warnings: Wentz, crude use of a condom.
Gerard groaned as a knock came on his hotel room door just as he’d climbed into bed.
He stalked over to the door, glaring at it the whole way.
“What?” he asked impatiently as he opened the door and saw that it was Pete, looking slightly drunk.
“Hiya, Uncle Jiggy!” Pete cheered, throwing his arms around Gerard’s neck.
Okay, so he was extremely drunk.
“Uhm, hi, Pete. What do you want?”
“Fuck me?” he slurred, looking up at Gerard.
“What? No.”
“Aww, please?”
“Pete, you’re drunk.”
“So?”
“So, if I were to fuck you, it would be taking advantage.” Gerard pulled Pete’s arms from around his neck, and Pete watched as he dropped them back at his sides.
“No you wouldn’t, Gee. I want this.” His voice dropped an octave as he brought his hands back up and ran them down Gerard’s bare chest. The older’s dick twitched in response.
Next thing he knew, Gerard was kissing Pete hard on the mouth, and pulling him into his room. He tugged off Pete’s shirt and threw it away from him. Pushing the other onto the bed, he slowly crawled up his body, stopping to shed his pants and boxers before continuing up to his neck. There, he playfully bit the skin. Pete groaned.
He stopped for a moment to pull off his pajama bottoms, grimacing when the cool air hit his already pre-cum covered cock. He rolled a condom onto himself and placed another quick kiss on Pete’s lips, before pulling him up off the bed so they were both standing. The younger moved to kiss him again, but Gerard shoved him to his knees, putting him face to face with his member.
“Suck it. It’s the only lube you’re gonna get.”
Pete obeyed, and took as much of Gerard into his mouth as he could. He liberally applied his saliva to it, swirling his tongue around the head. The singer bucked wildly into Pete’s mouth, fucking deeper and deeper into his throat. He moaned loudly and grabbed Pete’s hair, pulling him roughly off with a slight pop, and leaving a single string of saliva trailing from lips to cock.
Still using his hair, Gerard pulled Pete so he was standing and shoved him onto the bed.
“Prepare yourself,” Gerard ordered, still standing. He watched in awe as Pete obeyed again, running a slow, deliberate hand down his chest, past his tattoo, and cupping his balls gently before pushing one finger into his entrance. He moaned and arched his back at the feeling of his own finger filling him. He pushed a second finger into himself, and began to move them.
He pressed a third finger in and groaned loudly as he brushed his prostate. Gerard’s dick hardened even more and he just could not wait anymore.
In an instant, he was on top of Pete, licking and biting at his neck as he pulled Pete’s fingers from within him, and slowly replaced them with himself.
“Ah,” Pete grimaced at the burning intrusion. Gerard administered a few more small kisses to his neck to distract him from it.
Gerard began thrusting into the tight heat. He moaned as he began to move faster, building rhythm.
He shifted slightly, hitting a spot in Pete that made him scream out in pleasure. Gerard continued to hit that spot with every thrust until he was just about to cum.
At that point, Pete’s hands, which had been resting on Gerard’s shoulders, began to snake down between their sweaty bodies and came to rest on his throbbing member. He began to pump himself in time with Gerard’s thrusts, but the singer batted his hands away.
He whimpered. Gerard carried on, his thrusts becoming sloppy, but still hitting Pete’s prostate every time. He hit that spot one last time, and the bassist came screaming, hot and fast between them.
Gerard came soon after, hardly able to contain himself as the other boy finished, clenching around his swollen cock. He released and pulled out, collapsing onto the bed next to him. He sighed and closed his eyes, pulling the condom off as he did. He threw it into the general direction of the trashcan, missing entirely.
“See? No advantage taken,” Pete slurred with a grin. “That was amaz-” he glanced over at the other man, who was already asleep. “amazing,” he whispered, his grin growing wider.
He slipped off the bed without disturbing the sleeping man, and pulled on his pants, picking up his boxers and shirt on the way. He began to walk to the door but stopped, walking back to where the used condom had been thrown. He picked it up and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
Pete pulled his room key from his pocket and opened the hotel room door. Joe sat on his bed with his hands in his lap, and looked up expectantly when the door opened.
Pete tossed his shirt and boxers on the floor and sat on the second bed, facing Joe.
“Pay up,” he said with a smirk, his slur suddenly gone.
“He fucked you? You’re kidding.” Joe looked skeptical.
Pet held the condom up between two fingers.
Joe wrinkled his nose. “Okay, fine,” Joe said, handing Pete two $50 bills. He tucked his wallet into his back pocket. “Now get rid of that thing,” he grumbled, gesturing to the condom. “That’s disgusting.”
Pete laughed, tossing into the trashcan. “The bet was that I could get Gerard to fuck me, and you wanted proof of it. What did you expect me to do? Show you my asshole? I still can if you want…”
Joe choked on nothing. “No, no. The condom will do…”
Pete giggled and shoved the money into his bag.
Summary: Pete looks for a not-so-random late night fuck.
Author: me… mamoo13
Pairing: Gerard/ Pete
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Not real.
Author's Notes: Written for the amazing stickyxoxo, who asked for a Gerard/ Wentz story that was, in her words "wham- bam- thank- you- damn," and "icky, sticky, sweaty, and yummy." Hope this works!!
Warnings: Wentz, crude use of a condom.
Gerard groaned as a knock came on his hotel room door just as he’d climbed into bed.
He stalked over to the door, glaring at it the whole way.
“What?” he asked impatiently as he opened the door and saw that it was Pete, looking slightly drunk.
“Hiya, Uncle Jiggy!” Pete cheered, throwing his arms around Gerard’s neck.
Okay, so he was extremely drunk.
“Uhm, hi, Pete. What do you want?”
“Fuck me?” he slurred, looking up at Gerard.
“What? No.”
“Aww, please?”
“Pete, you’re drunk.”
“So?”
“So, if I were to fuck you, it would be taking advantage.” Gerard pulled Pete’s arms from around his neck, and Pete watched as he dropped them back at his sides.
“No you wouldn’t, Gee. I want this.” His voice dropped an octave as he brought his hands back up and ran them down Gerard’s bare chest. The older’s dick twitched in response.
Next thing he knew, Gerard was kissing Pete hard on the mouth, and pulling him into his room. He tugged off Pete’s shirt and threw it away from him. Pushing the other onto the bed, he slowly crawled up his body, stopping to shed his pants and boxers before continuing up to his neck. There, he playfully bit the skin. Pete groaned.
He stopped for a moment to pull off his pajama bottoms, grimacing when the cool air hit his already pre-cum covered cock. He rolled a condom onto himself and placed another quick kiss on Pete’s lips, before pulling him up off the bed so they were both standing. The younger moved to kiss him again, but Gerard shoved him to his knees, putting him face to face with his member.
“Suck it. It’s the only lube you’re gonna get.”
Pete obeyed, and took as much of Gerard into his mouth as he could. He liberally applied his saliva to it, swirling his tongue around the head. The singer bucked wildly into Pete’s mouth, fucking deeper and deeper into his throat. He moaned loudly and grabbed Pete’s hair, pulling him roughly off with a slight pop, and leaving a single string of saliva trailing from lips to cock.
Still using his hair, Gerard pulled Pete so he was standing and shoved him onto the bed.
“Prepare yourself,” Gerard ordered, still standing. He watched in awe as Pete obeyed again, running a slow, deliberate hand down his chest, past his tattoo, and cupping his balls gently before pushing one finger into his entrance. He moaned and arched his back at the feeling of his own finger filling him. He pushed a second finger into himself, and began to move them.
He pressed a third finger in and groaned loudly as he brushed his prostate. Gerard’s dick hardened even more and he just could not wait anymore.
In an instant, he was on top of Pete, licking and biting at his neck as he pulled Pete’s fingers from within him, and slowly replaced them with himself.
“Ah,” Pete grimaced at the burning intrusion. Gerard administered a few more small kisses to his neck to distract him from it.
Gerard began thrusting into the tight heat. He moaned as he began to move faster, building rhythm.
He shifted slightly, hitting a spot in Pete that made him scream out in pleasure. Gerard continued to hit that spot with every thrust until he was just about to cum.
At that point, Pete’s hands, which had been resting on Gerard’s shoulders, began to snake down between their sweaty bodies and came to rest on his throbbing member. He began to pump himself in time with Gerard’s thrusts, but the singer batted his hands away.
He whimpered. Gerard carried on, his thrusts becoming sloppy, but still hitting Pete’s prostate every time. He hit that spot one last time, and the bassist came screaming, hot and fast between them.
Gerard came soon after, hardly able to contain himself as the other boy finished, clenching around his swollen cock. He released and pulled out, collapsing onto the bed next to him. He sighed and closed his eyes, pulling the condom off as he did. He threw it into the general direction of the trashcan, missing entirely.
“See? No advantage taken,” Pete slurred with a grin. “That was amaz-” he glanced over at the other man, who was already asleep. “amazing,” he whispered, his grin growing wider.
He slipped off the bed without disturbing the sleeping man, and pulled on his pants, picking up his boxers and shirt on the way. He began to walk to the door but stopped, walking back to where the used condom had been thrown. He picked it up and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.
Pete pulled his room key from his pocket and opened the hotel room door. Joe sat on his bed with his hands in his lap, and looked up expectantly when the door opened.
Pete tossed his shirt and boxers on the floor and sat on the second bed, facing Joe.
“Pay up,” he said with a smirk, his slur suddenly gone.
“He fucked you? You’re kidding.” Joe looked skeptical.
Pet held the condom up between two fingers.
Joe wrinkled his nose. “Okay, fine,” Joe said, handing Pete two $50 bills. He tucked his wallet into his back pocket. “Now get rid of that thing,” he grumbled, gesturing to the condom. “That’s disgusting.”
Pete laughed, tossing into the trashcan. “The bet was that I could get Gerard to fuck me, and you wanted proof of it. What did you expect me to do? Show you my asshole? I still can if you want…”
Joe choked on nothing. “No, no. The condom will do…”
Pete giggled and shoved the money into his bag.